#chipstheshit

[resistcre-blog]

Starter for @chipstheshit

Convincing BB-8 was the hardest part. A droid who could roll faster than Poe could run and with a stubbornness to outmatch nearly anyone. A routine check, the commander had claimed, which hadn’t been a lie, per se, just a veiled truth.

“Sorry to bother you,” he stated as he sidled up to Chip, a hand in his hair to tousle curls. Just as he was about to voice his request, however, his gaze turned to where BB-8 had been loitering beside him. Had. Because now the droid was rolling quickly away toward an exit, forcing Poe to give chase in order to herd the droid back, this time with a more watchful eye. “Just a routine check, buddy. We can trust her not to wipe ya.

“Sorry again. Do you have time to fit BB-8 in for a check? Sometimes I worry he’s fried a chip.”

BB-8, in his own right, beeped in protest. No fried chips here!

[92gremlin]

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The attempt was successful, Hux surely didn’t want to be slapped with the waving dish towel. He snorted and took a few steps to the shelves on his right and reached for the flour effortlessly. “Perhaps you should consider making this kitchen more... accessible for you”, the ginger poked fun at her and stepped away to avoid any attack that might come his way,

[92gremlin]

“The food is not burnt - it’s slightly toasted!” - Chip (meme)

don’t remember which meme that is but hey, @chipstheshit <3

The scent suggested otherwise. “Is this the fashion of the house?”

[first-order-of-hux]

Lost

Hux closed his eyes to control his. The horizon line spun on his viewscreen. Although he bragged about flying a TIE with his eyes closed, no one actually could, and he was forced to open his eyes. His mind felt empty. The process of crash landing a ship was reflexive after endless drills at the Academy. 

When the fighter did land, tumbling and skidding to a stop, Hux sat stunned, the sound of tearing metal and computer alarms echoed in his head. Funny that he had survived, the chances of living through a crash was 7%, a statistic he’d memorized years ago. 

He shook himself, knowing he needed to move. Unbuckling himself with shaking hands, he shoved the hatch open, grabbed the survival pack stowed behind him and pulled himself out, rolling to the ground. Five minutes until the fighter self destructed, ensuring the advanced technology remained secret, and he’d already used three or four. Struggling to his feet, he dragged the pack behind him, limping away as fast as he could manage. The explosion at his back knocked him forwards and he blacked out. 

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[first-order-of-hux]

Chip, Hux, and the Wizard AU

Hux was mistaken when he thought he’d already been punished for last week’s ... incident. The midnight illicit potions brewing session had not been his idea, but he’d been the one caught with his hand in the cauldron. Instead of snitching on his friends, Hux accepted the blame, the irate lecture, and the detention. 

He thought it was over, that he could start working to reestablish his once good standing with his professor. But no. He realized he remained unforgiven as soon as Snape read off the names of project partners. 

His forehead banged against the desk when he heard that his partner was that Gryffindor girl. Not the popular, pretty one, or the clever one just behind him in grades. No, he was stuck with the loud, annoying one. 

He ignored Phasma’s sympathetic pat as she left to meet with her new partner and groaned. 

[first-order-of-hux]

Pride and Pen Pals

Hux left dinner as early as he could manage without insulting his father’s wife. He excused himself with the excuse of a headache, not a lie, and retreated to his room.

The time on shore gave him a valuable opportunity to study and catch up on months of missed sleep, he should be grateful. But he was steadily losing his sanity and his patience, and he’d only been home two days. 

He walked quickly, glad for the distance from the dining room. The exercise calmed him slightly, giving him the chance to consider the letter he planned to write. He turned the last corner and froze, seeing the door cracked open. Rubbing his forehead, he gritted his teeth and crept closer, keeping quiet to catch the intruder. 

The brat was going through his things. Again. 

He couldn’t guess what so fascinating about his sea chest, packed with salty clothes, worn books, and carefully wrapped instruments. Maybe the appeal came from it being closed and supposedly off limits. 

Apparently Hux’s father no longer doled out beatings for poor behavior. 

A frightened squeak left the tiny interloper as Hux grabbed him by the back of his shirt. Hux cursed softly. The culprit was caught, but now what to do with it?

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[temptedbythelight]

Tinkering (closed)

Kylo- No, he was no longer Kylo Ren, was he? He left that persona behind, along with his saber, and with Force battles.

Ben was sitting in his cell in the Resistance. He suspected he would never really leave it again, and he didn’t mind. He deserved much worse than imprisonment, especially when he was allowed to play with some droids to kill time.

“What do you want?” A presence next to his cell wasn’t uncommon. People would come by to yell at him, and he would usually take it, but he felt like it was best to cut to the chase.

He didn’t even look up from his work to see who came in.

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[smallbeanfromspace]

Mitaka rests his hands on Kylo's hip and kisses him heatedly.

Hux sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "The fewer people who know about my brother, the safer he is. He's had a hard life and I've just gotten him back and I don't want to risk anything happening to him. The only reason Phel knows is because our families were somewhat close growing up."

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