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| techiehux

techiehux:

During the first few hours of sleep he’d gotten in stars knows how long, Techie had a dreamless, comforting rest. He kept perfectly still and practically fell into a coma… but then slipped in the memories.

MaMa’s face hovering over him, the split second of ice cold terror between her fingers darting towards his eyes and feeling them carving his eyes out of their sockets, screaming,  so much screaming, he can’t-  HE CAN’T–

Techie awakes with an inhuman shriek and throws off the covers, scrambling to his feet before he can realize where he is.

Techie gasps and falls back onto the bed, mech eyes wild. His gaze snaps to Hux’s face, and he pulls back instinctively from his brother’s touch. The horrified sobs slowly subside into breathless hiccups. “H-Hux, I’m sorry…”

| techiehux

xfinalizer:

techiehux:

He flinches, face a grimace and heart aching. Too far, Hux. Techie does not like his family; yes, that’s true. But to be hated here, too? He can’t take it.

Techie swallows dry and becomes acutely aware of the sneers and jeers directed towards them. So many people <i>watching</i> him. He reaches out to gently touch Hux’s arm, face pleading. “C-can we talk about this somewh-where less public?”

He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Their stares are making his head spin.

       

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❝

Absolutely not.

❞

       

He tugged his arm away from Techie’s grasp with startling cruelty. Blood alone did not a family make… and the brothers Hux shared only half of it, to begin with.

       

❝

You made your bed, Brother.

❞

He spat that last word with such utter disdain that it would leave even the strongest man reeling,

❝

…Now you will lie in it. Pray tell, what ever is the matter? Is attention not what you craved from the start… you revolting slattern?

❞

“Not this kind of attention, and you know it!” Techie hisses, jaw tense. The urge to strike Hux across his prim, haughty face and fall into an outright brawl is almost too much to take; they’re both evenly matched in weight though his brother hides it well with those bulky greatcoats. Techie could do it, would do it. If he wasn’t a better person.

Frustrated and still agonizingly horny (God fucking damn it), Techie seethes, “Would you l-let me be a whore like your m-mother was in peace?! I’ll do as I damn well please! At least I’m enough of a faggot to n-not knock a girl up and make a bastard kid like you!”

Techie moves to push past Hux and leave. He’ll go to another bar, find a handsome man to fuck him senseless, and forget alllll about this debacle. Good plan.

| techiehux

techiehux:

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

It threw him off for a moment, her out of the blue confession. “I can’t p-prom-mise love, but sex? Th-that I can do,” Techie said, shy even as he fumbled with his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He pulled Sarah in for another scorching kiss.

[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”

| techiehux

techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

At some point, they had to stop. It was too much; Techie’s voice rasped and throat ached, shockingly parched. He put his instrument down, they all did, as the wild applause died down. He smiled, utterly exhausted but proud.

| techiehux

techiehux:

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

Techie breathes a sigh of relief and takes her hand, the momentary touch of her skin electrifying. His blood pulses loud in his ears, drowning out even the loud music in the dim bar as he’s led away.

| techiehux

“H-have me then,” Techie says invitingly, raking his nails over Ren’s overheated skin. He wraps his legs around his waist and hitches his skinny hips up to rub against Ren’s lap. Red hair spread out like a halo but smiling like a sinner, Techie hums with pleasure and licks the shell of Ren’s ear.

| techiehux

During the first few hours of sleep he’d gotten in stars knows how long, Techie had a dreamless, comforting rest. He kept perfectly still and practically fell into a coma… but then slipped in the memories.

MaMa’s face hovering over him, the split second of ice cold terror between her fingers darting towards his eyes and feeling them carving his eyes out of their sockets, screaming,  so much screaming, he can’t-  HE CAN’T–

Techie awakes with an inhuman shriek and throws off the covers, scrambling to his feet before he can realize where he is.

| techiehux

He flinches, face a grimace and heart aching. Too far, Hux. Techie does not like his family; yes, that’s true. But to be hated here, too? He can’t take it.

Techie swallows dry and becomes acutely aware of the sneers and jeers directed towards them. So many people watching him. He reaches out to gently touch Hux’s arm, face pleading. “C-can we talk about this somewh-where less public?”

He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Their stares are making his head spin.

[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”

| techiehux

techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

Now at ease, he interjected his own solo to the musical mix; playing a complementary sound to fit with Hux and Phasma’s parts. His gaze kept flickering to Phasma, who sang so passionately. He admired her more than anything at that moment.