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techiehux:

“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”

He led Nao to a cramped little sonic in what passed for a bathroom, but was more like a repurposed closet. “Um, I can let you b-borrow some clothes too. Yours are… a little smelly.”

Techie was no stranger to smelling and looking like shit, but his (very few) friends had been getting on his case lately, so he made an effort for their sakes. His new mission of cleanliness extended to Nao, too.

He turned away and let Nao have her privacy, rummaging for some of the soft, worn t-shirts he wore around his room and his utilitarian cargo shorts. Just in case she agreed.

[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?”

He grinned, breathless, and shook hands with all that went up to him. Techie looked to Phasma and smiled shyly. She hasn’t said anything yet, and he hoped she would.

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

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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.

Techie lets go of Kylo as if scorched, eyes wide with disbelief. “You…liked Hux?” The thought of it sends him into a mental tailspin.

“Past tense. Yes. And he hates me so it doesn’t matter. Why does this distress you?” It was actually pretty obvious this time.

“I. I don’t-” He grasped at his hair with both fists and took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m s-sorry. It’s my own, um, insecurities. Hux and I d-don’t… we aren’t on the same level. My father used to call me th-the replacement Hux. S-so, I feel like people are comparing us all the time… f-for a second I thought that you’d st-started liking me just because- b-because I look like him…” 

He gazed up at Kylo with sad, watering eyes. “F-fuck. I’m pathetic.”

[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

general-gingerbowie:

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?”

When the song was done, Techie grinned wide despite the somber melody, high on the euphoria of playing. He turned to Hux, cheeks flushed and eyes vibrant. “I did g-good, didn’t I?” He puffed his chest out, proud.

It was so rare he felt good about himself! His fingers itched to pick up the sax again, and soon.

Hux smiled broadly, a feat he hadn’t done for a long time.

“Techie, you were amazing. Welcome to the band. Honestly, I’ve never heard a sax player as amazing as you. Where did you learn to play like that?”

He mirrored Hux’s elated expression and laughed. “I w-watched you guys, mostly. Quietly, though! I never told you I did, but… this turned out g-great!” Techie placed the sax down gently and got closer to Hux and Phasma, excited.

“I’m in the band?! Y-you mean it?!” 

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mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

techiehux:

mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

techiehux:

“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”

Trust? How could she trust him? It was an impossible request she refused to fulfil. ‘No way will I trust you.’ She thinks to herself. Trusting no-one was by far a much safer option. 
“It’s not like I can go anywhere else. Got a place I can hide in? A box will do.”

His eyes boggled. She was small, sure, but… a BOX? Still looking a little surprised, he said carefully, “Y-you can take my bed. I don’t sleep in it much anyways…” It was a lie, but a kind one. Nao was probably more exhausted than he was. 

The prospect of a bed was tempting, exceptionally tempting. She hadn’t slept in a proper bed in a considerable amount of time. In fact she wasn’t sure if she could remember what a bed felt like let alone what it was like to sleep in one. “Oh…” She paused, understanding that she would need to thank him and feeling reluctant to do so. “Uhm. Y’know. Thanks.” She looked away, sheepish.

“I have a s-sonic too, if you want to get cleaned up. Um, you don’t have to worry that I’ll, er, peek or anyth-thing, I don’t like women all that much, a-and I wouldn’t do that anyways…” Techie’s face lit up like a flashlight. What an embarrassing thing to say to someone he’d just met! But whenever he got nervous around people like this, it was one blunder after another with no end in sight.

[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?”

When the song was done, Techie grinned wide despite the somber melody, high on the euphoria of playing. He turned to Hux, cheeks flushed and eyes vibrant. “I did g-good, didn’t I?” He puffed his chest out, proud.

It was so rare he felt good about himself! His fingers itched to pick up the sax again, and soon.

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.

Techie lets go of Kylo as if scorched, eyes wide with disbelief. “You…liked Hux?” The thought of it sends him into a mental tailspin.

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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.

His first reaction is to blush so hard he feels like he’s on fire. Then he manages to say, voice awed, “Not anymore, I th-think.” If he looks at this girl straight on he’ll be blinded! She’s too gorgeous. Techie shifts nervously in his chair and chances a look. Fuck! He’s crushing hard.

“Everyone c-calls me Techie… and you are?”

[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 bit his lip and took a deep, shuddering breath. Okay. He could do this. On the count of one, two, three-! Techie raised it to his lips and began to play; mournful, sorrowful.

Once, twice, he faltered and lost his groove, sweating profusely and pulse hammering. But once he closed his eyes and all the audience melted away… Ah, then he played like music was what kept him breathing!