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a spiritual sequel to my prev Hux art in which Hux continues to have a Very Bad Time™
he'll be fine. eventually. probably. maybe.
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Last night I finally had time to write down a story that's been percolating in my mind for a couple of months! It was inspired by a discussion on the "Aw Shucks, Hux" Discord server a few months ago. I had a blast writing it!
And this morning, not only was I flooded with appreciative comments, but also, someone else on the server DREW ART FOR IT!!! This completely makes up for receiving THREE art scammer comments on it, haha!
I Less Than Three You
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Ship: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux
Rating: General. No Archive Warnings Apply
Wordcount: 6,080
Summary: Armitage Hux fails to comprehend the meaning behind the strange symbols he receives in messages from his one-time handler, Poe Dameron.
Could Dameron be attempting to communicate using a type of code? Is Hux in danger? And what does "less than three" mean, really?
may be Hux' more amused here // bc being spy is more fun, huh?
sooo guys i'm still stucked on SW and having my crush on Hux - so here is very sketchy gingerpilot art - and i don't like much the result but well- here we go... Pls come and cry with me about them T_T
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Gingerpilot time, today we are playing: kinky club manager dom Hux, and Poe, who surely don't know what he got himself into, but he is very enthusiastic about it. (To be fair it's mostly talking and negotiation, it's just eating my brain, you can expect more of this AU)
"What are you looking for, Mr. Dameron?"
"Ah, well... I... To be honest with you, I was just curious." Poe scratched his neck. "And I saw you yesterday, and well, I know I wasn't very smooth."
Hux snorted, amused, closing his notebook.
"Not very smooth." He repeated. "This is an understatement, Mr. Dameron."
"Hey, Red!" Poe wrapped his hand around the redhead's waist. "How can someone get you to bed, doll?"
Redhead glared at him, and Poe felt immediately more sober. Shit.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"That's what I thought. I am the manager of the place. Please inquire with my staff if you are looking for entertainment. If I may have a piece of advice, be more respectful about it. This is not any club, and we have marvelous security."
"Yeah, sorry, sorry." Poe stepped back.
"I was drunk."
"Poor excuse. But I dealt with worse. If you came only to apologise, then the apology is accepted. Now, I have some work to do..."
"Wait. Would you like to go for dinner? My treat."
Hux smiled, amused.
"Mr. Dameron."
"You are very hot." Poe blurted out, "I mean... what I mean is... I would like to know you better." He smiled. Everyone fell for his smile. Everyone. There were never exceptions.
"I am looking only for a specific kind of relationship, and I don't think you are fit for it. If you will excuse me."
"What kind of?"
"What?"
"Relationship. What kind of relationship are you looking for?"
Hux tilted his head.
"The kind of where you are on your knees calling me 'sir' "
"I... I mean..." Hux looked at him curiously. No back talk? Not only if you make me? No falling on his knees dramatically? "We could talk about it over dinner, right?" Poe said finally. Hux looked at him for a moment and nodded slowly.
"Alright." He offered Poe his business card, "Tomorrow around 9 pm. Text me details."
"Oh." Poe smiled brightly. "Wait. What do you like?"
"Surprise me. Vegetarian. No alcohol, please. I really have to go."
Hux expected many things, but not being invited to Poe's flat. He looked around carefully. Poe smiled, amused.
"Surprised?"
"Quite," Hux admitted. "What are we ordering?"
"Ordering?" Poe huffed, "Who do you think I am? Sit. Dinner will be here shortly." He grinned and showed up after a short minute with a pan. He placed it on the table along with two tall glasses filled with drinks. "Risotto. Baked vegetables and alcohol free gin and basil."
"You cook."
"I do. It's a new recipe, from a friend. But I think it came out pretty well." Hux was staring at him in silence. "I... I should have mentioned that it's my place. I am sorry I..."
"You should have, but it's... It's alright. Honestly, this is a nice surprise. And I did tell you to surprise me." Hux said and smiled while taking a sip of his drink. Poe relaxed, sitting down.
"So you manage a club?"
"Two. Empire and First Order."
"Wait. You are the manager of the Empire?"
Hux rolled his eyes.
"I am. But I am stepping down. The First Order is my priority. I am one of its founders."
"I didn't hear anything good about the Empire." Poe hummed " My ex worked there. Or still working, I don't know." Poe grimaced. "Sorry, it's not a great topic for a first date." He smiled. "Hey, I am Poe, and I used to fly an air ambulance." He winked.
Hux blinked, looking at him. Poe Dameron clearly liked to talk and was full of surprises.
"You have a pilot's license?"
"Expired. I mean, I didn't pass the medical exam. Nothing serious, but can't fly anymore, not commercially. I'm making coffee now."
"Risky."
Poe chuckled and sighed.
"Yeah. I try not to dwell on it. It took me a while. To adjust, you know, I tried racing, climbing. The riskier the better. It wasn't very... Healthy. Sorry, I am... I am bubbling. It happens. Tell me if I am being too annoying. I talk too much."
"Not at all."
"And you? Did you dream of being a nightclub manager as a child?" Poe crooked a smile, and Hux snorted.
"I wanted to be a soldier, or well... My father wanted me to be one. I didn't have many dreams. After university, I met someone who introduced me to the owner of the Empire and a certain lifestyle. And somehow I stayed."
"My dad was the same. Retired pilot, mum as well. I couldn't hear the end of this ‘continuing family tradition’ and how we need good pilots." Poe rolled his eyes. Hux smiled tightly. "He still talks about it even when he knows I can't fly anymore. Do you do something when you are not working?" Poe put food on their plates.
Hux huffed.
"I manage two clubs. I am always at work."
"You are stepping down from one."
"Well... "
Poe chuckled.
"Right. I get it. Married to your work."
"Something like that."
"What did you study then? Management?"
Hux picked up his fork.
"Arts." Poe stared at him. "But I also did advanced math and engineering programmes. Not at university, though."
"You are an artist then?" Poe tilted his head.
"Oh no. I got a scholarship that qualified me for almost every field I would like to study in, and I wanted to piss off my father." Hux snorted.
"Whoa." Poe chuckled, " I admire the dedication."
Hux smiled and nodded.
"The rice is amazing."
Poe beamed.
"I am glad you like it!"
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"Is that a spreadsheet?" Poe glanced over his shoulder.
"It is. You don't have to read it, we can go through it and..."
"Kinky spreadsheet." Poe grinned, "Who wouldn't like to read a kinky spreadsheet?"
Hux chuckled.
"You would be surprised. Well, I will forward it to you then."
"Cool." Poe fell on the sofa with his phone.
"Any medical conditions I should be made aware of?" Hux glanced at him. Poe huffed, looking through the spreadsheet.
"I am mostly fine now. Nothing terrible."
Hux frowned, looking at him. Poe glanced at him.
"What?"
"If you have no intentions of being serious about it, then we can finish on a really nice dinner, Mr. Dameron."
"Wha... No wait. I didn't mean to, I am serious. And please call me Poe."
"Let's try again then. Any medical conditions I should be aware of, Poe?"
"Right. There was one... Um, pretty bad emergency landing. Almost a proper crush. You know fire and all that. I used to get pretty terrible panic attacks. But they are triggered by flying, so nothing to be worried about." Hux nodded. "And I am allergic to peanuts. Peanuts and panic attacks." Poe grinned.
"Do you have an epipen?"
"Yeah. Two. One on me and others here."
"Good. How about....."
"Wait. What about you?"
"Hm?"
"Should I know about something?"
Hux mulled the question in his head.
"It's unlikely to happen, but I experience flashbacks. In case it happens... Better don't touch me."
"Noted." Poe didn't inquire further, and Hux didn't offer anything else. Poe licked his lips and looked down at the spreadsheet. "So..."
"Before we proceed, I have a few non-negotiables. First, no alcohol. I don't drink, and you don't drink either. Not in my presence, not at all." Hux glanced at Poe.
"Fine by me. Probably better for my health, too. Does kombucha count?"
Hux chuckled.
"No. But chocolates do."
"Yessir," Poe said dryly and gave him a mock salute. Hux snorted.
"You will have to learn to address me more seriously."
"I am a quick learner. Talented but lazy, you know. What else?"
"No sex in a sense that most people mean it." Poe blinked and looked at him. "If you expected me to fuck you or the other way, it's not something that will happen."
"Riight." Poe glanced down at the spreadsheet.
" Penetrative sex is not something I enjoy, receiving or giving. But I am offering a certain... well, assistance. And I have more than a few fun toys. But if it is a deal breaker then..."
"No. No. You surprised me, that's all."
"If at any point you feel that our arrangement is not satisfying, you are free to end it and look for something else. No bad blood between us. I set certain expectations, and I understand they won't be met by everyone."
"Alright. Yeah. That's alright."
Hux glanced at him curiously.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. I can work with that.
Hux nodded.
"If you will express any kind of aggressive behaviour towards me, hit me, push me, raise your voice with an intention of harm, we are finished."
"Understood."
Hux nodded, satisfied.
"You will address me as 'sir', you can use my name if we are alone and not in the middle of the scene and in front of strangers, except for the club. In the club, if you decide to join me there, you will address me only by 'sir' and nothing else. And like you mean it, Poe."
"Yes, sir." Poe flashed him with a smile. It was genuine.
"Well, that would be all on my side. Anything particularly important for you, Poe?"
"Ah, well." Poe fell silent. "I don't... It's more of a question, I think?"
"Yes?"
"Are we exclusive?"
"Well... I don't mind you entering any other relationships as long as... "
"No. Not what I meant. Um... Can we stay exclusive?"
Hux smiled, clicking his pen.
"Do you really want to phrase it like a question, Poe? Tell me what you want."
"I want us to stay exclusive."
Hux nodded.
"I am alright with that. Anything else?"
"I... Um ..."
Hux leaned back in the chair.
"It's not what you expected, hitting on me in the club, right?"
"No." Poe chuckled, "Not really. I am interested. Hell, if somebody told me there would be a hot redhead with a kinky spreadsheet in my living room today, I would be really looking forward to it. It's just... A lot."
"Let's take a break."
"A break." Poe nodded. "Oh. Dessert. I have cake. Do you like cake?"
"I do. And I wouldn't mind another drink."
"On it!" Poe grabbed their glasses and disappeared into the kitchen. Hux sighed, stretching his arms and blacking down at his phone.
How's your date?
Promising. He typed it down and sent it. Phasma answered with a string of screaming emojis.
Miracle! A fucking miracle. *The* General is pleased. Hux huffed. When do I meet him?
Don't get ahead of yourself. I said promising, not successful.
"Here! Strawberry shortcake and a drink."
"Thank you." Hux smiled, putting down his phone. They ate dessert, chatting about Poe's work. Dameron was certainly a charmer and a pleasant company.
"So about the spreadsheet. Do I understand correctly that everything that is there, you are okay with?"
Hux nodded.
"Categories marked yellow would require longer conversation and, well, perhaps a few more meetings."
"Makes sense. I would pass on suspension, overall. And anything with rope and um constricting? It would be yellow for me. Cuffs are fine, though."
"Very well. Go through the spreadsheet, cross out everything that you want, and mark in yellow anything you see fit. That's alright?"
"Yeah. On it."
Hux tilted his head, looking at Poe, who slowly got through the spreadsheet. He picked up his phone and texted. Success to Phasma and turned off his phone.
They ate three desserts, and Hux slowly started to believe Poe had a never-ending supply of cake in his kitchen. Either that or he wanted to fatten him up and eat him.
"Thank you for dinner. I have to be at the club soon, so..."
"Oh, right! You have work, right?"
"Do you have time tomorrow?" Poe nodded, "We can grab lunch and go over everything else. Around 3?"
"Yup. Works for me. Oh, wait." Poe disappeared into the kitchen and went back with a box. "Would you like leftovers for work?" Hux chuckled, and Poe grinned. "My ma always said you wanna keep the man, you gotta feed him."
Hux laughed, accepting the box. Indecently charming. That is what Hux would call Poe Dameron.
"Thank you. See you tomorrow then?"
Poe nodded. He sat down on the couch when Hux left, pulled out his phone, and called the group chat.
"Guys."He grinned.
Finn rolled his eyes, and Rey snorted, amused.
"Successful date then?" Rey asked.
"If it was that successful, he would be in bed, not calling us," Finn said.
"Successful. We filled out a kinky spreadsheet. It was very hot."
"Kinky spreadsheet? Wait. Poe... What did you get yourself into?" Finn frowned.
"I am an adult, and I can do as I want."
Rey snorted.
"Well, after that introduction, we aren't worried at all."
"Said Poe Dameron, jumping from the cliff." Finn huffed.
Poe snickered.
"Don't worry. He's alright, even asked me where's my epipen. He is the manager of the First Order, used to manage the Empire too..."
"Ben works in the Empire! Maybe they know each other? I can ask him..."
"Rey. I... Honestly, I would prefer not. I am sorry, I really don't want him to know a shit about who I am seeing, alright?"
"Right. Sorry, you are right"
"Thanks. The risottos were phenomenal, by the way. I will call you tomorrow. I am seeing him at 3."
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Hux sighed when Phasma appeared next to his table.
"Doesn't the head of my security have something more important to do?"
"Not really... It's slow. So. " She sat down next to him. "Tell me all about him." Hux sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on. Armitage, you haven't had anyone since… I don’t even remember.”
"He's... Charming. Good looking. Smart. Funny."
"Oh yeah, sit there and give me nothing."
Hux rolled his eyes and opened a take-out box. Phasma glanced at the five pieces of cake. "What? You robbed a bakery?" Hux opened a second container with risotto. "And a restaurant?"
"He cooks."
Phasma opened her mouth, stood up, and was back with a fork. She pulled the container to herself and tried the food.
"Well, Armitage Hux. I am taking that, and you are keeping that man."
Hux smiled, amused. He was really hoping for that.
