“Hmm? Good morning, princess.” He’d taken to calling her all sorts of sweet (if somewhat cheesy) nicknames. Something about that made him feel special, like he really was her dad.
Techie was smiling but he still had his eyes closed, cuddled into the blanket and pillows.
Techie slept peacefully in his bed, soft snores coming from him every few minutes. The blanket was thrown haphazardly over him and Adeline, who was tucked against his side with her nose pressed into his bony hip. He stirs. “Mm, Addie?”
Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
Something like reverence dawned in Techie’s eyes. His pupils swallowed up most of the bright blue irises with an audible whirr. “Th-thank y-you, sir,” he said, picking himself off the floor on skinny, trembling legs. “My s-ss-sup- uh, fuck! My *boss* assigned m-me to fix y-your sonic.“
Techie gestured over to where he’d been before Ren force-dragged him over; the door to the bathroom is flung wide open and the sonic’s long metal pipe shudders. His eyes swirl in their sockets and grow darker. Within a moment he says, “There’s a b-buildup of cr-crud in the pipe.”
Carefully, Techie gives Ren the side-eye. Feeling braver now, maybe foolishly so, he adds, “Leslie w-wanted you to k-kill me. That’s why sh-she assigned me to y-your room.”
Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
Techie let out a shuddering sob, arms rigid at his sides in fear. “I’m g-good at n-numbers! I can f-f-fix anyth-thing, oh pl-ease, oh please! D-don’t-! Um, ah-”
He had to come up with something, *anything* to make this terror spare him!
“My eyes!” he accidentally shouts right into Ren’s face. “N-night vision, heat vis-vision, whatev-ever you w-want!”
He looked at the man, taking in the adrenaline of the terror. Then perplexed he looked at the mans eyes. “What the hell…” he looked at them close, noting they were cybernetic. “What the hell happened to your eyes?” he noted the mans rather scruffy and dirty look. He also noted the immense waves of anxiety flowing from him. He looked at his scared face, and he didn’t even flinch at the mans nervous shout. “What are you so afraid of?”
“I’m af-afraid of everyth-thing,” he admitted, ashamed, and added, “But mostly th-the woman who took m-my eyes.” Techie’s mouth snaps shut like a steel trap. He’d said more than he meant to.
You never give out info people can use against you. Techie knew this, and yet… how easily the words had come out of his mouth! He squirmed in Ren’s grip, desperate to get down and far, far away. “P-please,” he sobbed once more, lost in the fog of terror.
I have a HC for Baker&Florist AU. To
Matt’s surprise Techie has tattoos. They are intertwined with his scars.
Morning glory for resilience and progress.
Jaw dropping, he stammers for a few seconds before whooping with glee! “I’ll be the best d-dad ever, Addie! I promise w-w-with all my heart!”
Hux stops in his tracks and whips around. He calls out to Techie, “You’ll be a better father than Brendol or I ever was.” There is no malice in his voice. Only thinlh-veiled pain. Finding out you grew up to be your abusive father will do that to you.
“Th-thank you, Armitage,” Techie breathes. One small step at a time for the both of them.
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