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| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

@techiehux

“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.

“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.

This feels divine, Techie thinks. He loops his arms around Ren’s back and arches up, breathless, begging for more touches. Each bite leaves his head spinning. By the pleased sounds he’s making, it’s obvious that Techie likes the twinge of pain as Ren leaves hickeys all over his chest and neck.

[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?”

This time around, Techie played a rousing, joyful melody; notes high like the color on his cheeks. Whenever he could, he sent a little wink Hux’s way as a silent thank you.

| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

@techiehux

“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.

“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.

Heart hammering in his chest, Techie gives Ren a grin of pure glee, cat-like and pleased. Now that he’s sure of his interest being mutual, there’s a confidence to Techie that lends him extra appeal.

He pulls down his baggy shirt down enough to expose his collar bone and then runs his thumb over Ren’s bottom lip.

“You can d-devour me all you like… How about starting here?” he preens, gesturing to the expanse of newly-exposed skin.

[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?”

He focused on Phasma’s angelic voice instead of their audience, until he was able to relax and get into the swing of it; playing his heart out with all the enthusiasm of before.

| techiehux

askarmitagehux:

Hux was shocked. Why was Bill being like this? Why was he afraid? Did he not recognize him?

He shuddered at the thought that his brother might have been treated so harshly as to influence his memories. He quickly got to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.

“Bill, it’s okay, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s me. It’s Armitage. Do you remember?… I… I’ve come to get you. You’ll be fine now.”

It was… strange, but not unpleasant to have someone be kind to him. More surprising, like getting a package with a ton of credits and freaking out over what to do with them. Finally, he nodded, exhaustion winning out over his mistrust.

“Okay…” Techie at last answered, hesitation clear in his voice even as he slumped onto Armitage’s shoulder.

| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

kylocanyounot:

@techiehux

“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.

“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.

Logically, Techie knew this was true. But the broken, scared part of him still screamed out in agony when he was too unguarded to keep it quiet.

“Can you talk to H-Hux in the morning?” he asked, a hopeful tone in his hoarse voice. “I don’t think I want to, um, be without you…” Techie admits shyly, tracing his thumb over Ren’s jawline. The sincerity and truth of the statement makes his throat close up. It’s scary to want to be with someone, too.

“I think I could do that. For you.” Kylo was equally full of fear and excitement for what this was quickly becoming, but he wanted to stay calm for Techie’s sake. He deserved some kind of stability in his life.

Instead of thanking him, Techie regards Ren for a long moment. There’s something he needs to discuss with him before they leave this soft, safe bubble that holds only them.
Finally, he asks, “How slutty do I have to be for you to, erm, s-sleep with me? Because I’m n-not sure if I can be any more obvious…” Techie’s face lit up bright pink; he hated how easily he blushed.
“I’m a horny b-bastard, I know that! But, um… Kylo? Please t-tell me yes or no, so I know whether to get my h-hopes up.”
Techie desperately wants to bury his face into a pillow and die of embarrassment.

| techiehux

xfinalizer:

techiehux:

With a yelp, Techie crouches down on the floor and covers his head with his arms protectively, an instinct tightly held. He shakes as Hux approaches. “H-Hux… I’m sorry! I’m s-so s-sorry!”

In Techie’s mind, the best course of action is always to apologize profusely and hope the beating won’t be too bad. Whether there will be a beating or not this time is irrelevant. He’ll still cry and apologize (mostly out of habit).

           

{ ♚ }

❝

I can’t believe this…

❞

           

Such a stark contrast between the brothers: Armitage, standing tall with perfect posture, his hands, gloved and folded behind his back… and Techie, huddled in a ball, a nervous wreck –

           

❝

I’d heard rumors whispered in the shadows that my brother, my own flesh and blood, was stalking through the night like a common harlot. ❞

           

❝ …But do you know what I said to those petty gossips? That despite his timidity, my brother had honor. That he would never dare to sling mud upon our family name – upon my name!

❞

He hesitantly removed his arms from his head, gazing up at his brother with wet, narrowed eyes. “F-fuck you,” Techie snaps. “I n-never asked to be a Hux!” Though his words are heated, the full-body tremors don’t stop, and his eyes well up again with tears.

He can’t get any fucking peace no matter where he goes; The Hux name follows him around like a foul stench that’s seeped into his pores.

“Techie” isn’t any better, but it’s the only other name he’s got. Won’t go by “William Hux” ever again, that’s for sure.

As quickly as he can manage, Techie stands up to his full height and regards his brother with caution. To add insult to injury, he says, “I just wanted to g-get laid. But I’m sure you don’t know anything about that!”

He’s digging his own grave at this point, but Techie no longer cares. Being a human doormat gets exhausting.

[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?”

Techie picked up his sax, the weight of it no longer feeling so unbearable (literally AND metaphorically). He nods and waits for Hux to begin, alert for when he should start.

| techiehux

askarmitagehux:

Hux was shocked. Why was Bill being like this? Why was he afraid? Did he not recognize him?

He shuddered at the thought that his brother might have been treated so harshly as to influence his memories. He quickly got to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.

“Bill, it’s okay, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s me. It’s Armitage. Do you remember?… I… I’ve come to get you. You’ll be fine now.”

Techie lets out a shaky laugh. “S’just a lot to t-take in all at once… Maybe if I sleep I’ll m-make more sense of all this.” He thought of how many cycles ago he’d slept, and, upon coming up blank, shuddered.

“A bed and four years of sleep w-would hit the spot right about now,” Techie said, absolutely serious. His head pounded and he’d lost all control over his trembling limbs.