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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.

For a few hours, the only sound was their rythymic breathing and soft sighs. Occasionally the sheets rustled as they shifted.

And then Techie’s breathing sped up. He started to shake in Ren’s arms, and began sobbing into his chest.

| 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.

Techie was having a hard time listening. Already he was sinking into the mattress, comfortably surrounded by Ren’s warmth. He tried to say something but it came out as a nonsensical mumble. Techie slowly slipped into sleep, snuggling closer. 

[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?!”

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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?”

Despite Hux’s encouragement, Techie went pale, so very pale, and his vision started going hazy. Was he crying? There was no way for him to know; an anxiety attack crept up behind him and put him in a headlock. 

The sax drops to the ground, he’s shaking, the room is tilting. Escape! He needs to get out, now, before it’s too late. Techie runs out the room as fast as his legs can take him, sobbing, out of breath, useless, he’s so useless…

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“N-Nah, it’s mostly you I like…” Techie smiles before his tongue peeks out to swipe at his bottom lip. He slots himself against Ren and gives a contented little sigh. “I’m not used to affection, but you’ve m-made me addicted to it.” Techie nips at Ren’s ear. “I like it… I l-like, um, you…” A lot, he thinks, heated. So much he can hardly sit still within his own skin.

“Oh?” He’s aware of it, but he still likes hearing it. Someone actually enjoys his company.

He tries an arm over Techie as he snuggles in. “I’m not so used to it either. I usually don’t like being touched. You are an exception to many things.” He gently kisses the scar on his forehead. Techie was making him soft.

Techie follows blindly after Ren’s lips to press a chaste kiss to them. He fights back a yawn in the middle of it and laughs quietly, feeling more safe than he ever has in his life. “I was so excited to see you again th-that I forgot how late it is,” Techie slurs, sluggish with exhaustion. One of his hands rests loosely on Ren’s hip with his fingers running softly up and down his side. The other is caught under Ren’s weight and going numb, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Techie wants to stay here tonight, with him. He might even be tempted to never leave.

[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 was playing perfectly, caught up in the music, until Techie opened his eyes and caught sight of the audience. All their gazes were trained on him. It was too hot, suddenly; the lights too bright. With a panicky, clumsy movement of his sweat-slick finger, a discordant note slipped out and Techie froze with horror, like a deer in the headlights.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

| techiehux

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“N-Nah, it’s mostly you I like…” Techie smiles before his tongue peeks out to swipe at his bottom lip. He slots himself against Ren and gives a contented little sigh. “I’m not used to affection, but you’ve m-made me addicted to it.” Techie nips at Ren’s ear. “I like it… I l-like, um, you…” A lot, he thinks, heated. So much he can hardly sit still within his own skin.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

| techiehux

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

He catches himself staring deep into Ren’s eyes, mesmerized. One tragic history after another, huh? The statement rings true.

A desperate need to have Ren pressed flush against his skin seizes Techie. It won’t stop any possible impending doom, not by a long shot, but it would help, a little, now.

“Stay here,” Techie breathes, and surges up to pull Ren down onto the bed with him.

[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?”

Wiping his brow, he nodded quickly and readied to play once more. Alderaan Blues was another powerful, sorrowful song, and Techie infused the melody with his own insecurities and fears; A few times a tear slipped out the corner of his eyes.

But when it came time to improvise, Techie added in a note of hope: soft murmurs of a better future.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

| techiehux

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“First gift of many t-to come!” Techie corrected, with a sincere smile lighting up his face.

He grew serious, though, when Ren handed him the small piece of Alderaan. Techie turned it over slowly and felt it’s weight in more than just his hands. Heart aching, he thought of Hux on that stage yelling “FIRE!” and the sudden, horrifying deaths of so, so many people. Techie opened his mouth to say something before thinking better of it. Instead, he whispered, “The First Order has been g-good to me. N-not so m-m-much to, um, others…”