Armitage Hux x Reader ~ See You Soon - Modern AU
(This is an AU where Hux is the leader of a gang. Enjoy.)
The stench of sweat clung to the air, bodies pressing against each other in a way to forget something or live out unimaginable fantasies. Such things were only found here, in the abandoned back alleyways of the lost and forgotten, of those who could do nothing but settle here to find refuge. Whether the refuge was from your own mind or the outside world was always left up to the patron. Drinks, girls, drugs, men and sex. All were factors that played parts in the scene, mingling together flashing lights that could send a drunk man spiraling onto the dance floor in a stupor. Hux wasn’t fond of these places, and neither was Kylo, but these places, no matter how stingy and desperate, were always filled with information.
Want to find someone who’s been gone for years?
They know where they are. Whether that’s dead in an alley or sneaking out of the country depends on who you’re asking for.
“Booth for…” Hux paused, glancing at the uncomfortable Kylo behind him. Kylo seemed to notice his non-verbal question and quickly shook his head, disgusted by even the prospect of it. “..one."
The woman behind the counter paused for a moment, glancing between the two of them and then sent him a smile. Always polite, no matter how lecherous they really are. "Number 24. It’s down the second hallway on the left. Just follow down there, it should be on the right.” She paused and her eyes lit up in that glint that Hux had seen down here too many times. “Do enjoy your time, sir.” She purred the words and then stayed there, waiting for the next bill-filled customer.
Hux gave a curt nod before following her instructions to a tee, dodging clinging bodies that tried to lure him into the crowd of the delirious and solemn. He couldn’t get caught up here, doing such a thing would be dangerous and could set him in a warehouse with a gun pressed to his head. Information spread fast here, and that meant information about him too. No one was safe here, not even those who ruled these areas. Dodging past a leering woman who started to press against Kylo he slipped into room 24. As soon as he was in nicotine assaulted his nose, stinging his eyes and leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn’t mind though, instead enjoying the soothing atmosphere that drowned out the bass of that desperate music.
“Please, come in.” The sultry voice spoke through the fog and he followed, walking up the stairs to find himself in front of a dimly lit booth. An ash tray sat proudly in the middle of the mahogany table, countless buds of cigarettes left in a colored tray. The cushions were a deep red, the material seeming to be almost velvet. He slid in politely, hands supporting himself as he set himself across the disfigured person in front of him. She was definitely a woman though, the voice giving it away.
Hux didn’t care about gender though, he only needed information.
“So, what are you here for?” You didn’t move and Hux squinted slightly, trying to get a better picture of you. You noticed his curiosity, laughter ringing through the area as you waved your hand to dissipate the smoke surrounding the both of you. It worked, just enough for him to see the smirking lips and glinting eyes that watched his every movement. You seemed to be looking him up and down, assessing him like a cheetah would a wounded gazelle.
“Information.” There was a slight pause as he answered and you put the cigarette wound in your fingers up to your lips, taking a long drag before releasing it. You had the courtesy to tilt away and up a bit, making sure not to hit him. Generous and careful despite searching for prey, quite the woman you were. Slowly, you released the smoke.
“Everyone looks for information. It just depends on what kind you’re looking for.” Cryptic but not quite so at the same time. Hux paused, such a response usually only came from those who were ready to set down a deal. He had to tread carefully here.
“Well, I heard from a regular around here that this place was the best for information that fueled wars between dangerous parties.” There was a pause again and you were staring at him again.
“I see…” You glanced a chance at the door and smirked upon seeing Kylo stationed there, back as stiff as a board as he settled himself at the front of the entryway. “You have a very… interesting bodyguard.” You quickly switched the conversation, avoiding the inevitable.
“Yes, I guess you could say that.” Hux paused again, taking a glance at Kylo, smirking when he noticed that desperate woman slowly inching towards him again. It seemed that he hadn’t completely shaken her. “But, I suppose we should get down to business.” You turned to him again, lips pulling down in a frown as you sighed, stubbing out your cigarette.
“Before we get there… Cigarette?” You pushed one out of your box, raising a brow at him in questioning. Hux shrugged, rolling his eyes in reluctant agreement. Might as well relax for now.
You smirked the slightest bit, pushing out two cigarettes. You slid them out, holding one out for Hux. He took it, pressing the cigarette to his lips, waiting patiently as you brought out your lighter. You set your own cig in your parted lips, letting it settle there as you lean forward, holding the lighter out between the two of you. You pause and wait for him, and Hux raises an eyebrow but eventually meets you halfway, the cigarette in his mouth only centimeters away from yours. You smile, the cigarette in your mouth lifting as you stare at him from under your lashes. You quickly flick your eyes back down to the cigarettes and flick the metal on the lighter, producing a flame that makes heat caress the bottom of his jaw in warning. You lift the flame, pressing it between the two cigarettes, disappearing when the cigarettes start to smoke and light up.
“What gang are you wanting to…” You pause, eyes running over his suit and tie. “…corrupt?” Hux almost raised an eyebrow at your choice of words but refrained from doing so, knowing your slight accusation was correct.
“The Resistance. Particularly a few choice individuals.” His words started to lower and you pressed forward to make sure you could still hear him. Your eyebrows twitched and Hux shifted, moving farther from the door. “Poe Dameron,” You straightened up. “Rey and Finn. Their last names are unknown at this moment but I’m sure you know as to who I’m referring.” You lean back, neck laying on the top of the cushion.
“You’re into some really deep shit aren’t you?” Your head slowly lolled back, narrowed eyes zoning in on him. “Those three names are really starting to circulate around here. Poe is actually a regular, settling down for drinks and eager women.” Hux couldn’t help but to think about how he could catch the man here and drag him away. You noticed this quickly though, shooting down his wandering thoughts. “I wouldn’t recommend going after him here though. You and whatever party you could bring would be thrown out so quick you wouldn’t even be able to spit in Poe’s direction.”
Hux nods slowly, having a hard time pushing the idea completely away. It’s always a possibility, no matter what warnings he receives beforehand. You watch him suspiciously, but eventually go back to talking.
“Rey and Finn… Those two have started a type of rebellion around in these parts, bringing out the best and worst in some of our patrons. They’re not usually around here though. Maybe they think they’re too good for these places, or maybe they just aren’t that desperate yet.” Your eyes were holding onto his in a type of silent judging and Hux sneered slightly. “I do hear that they tend to hang around the local repair shops though. The girl is into some major mechanics and Finn just follows her around nervously. If you really want them I suggest you-”
“I don’t need your suggestions.” Hux barely pulls his cigarette out in time to sneer, hissing out the words like they’ve left a bitter taste in his mouth. You raise an eyebrow at his prideful figure that is looking down at you like you’re nothing more than another parasite.
The accusation isn’t far off.
“Well, even if you don’t need them, you might want them for future reference.” In frustration you stub out your barely-used cigarette, eyes narrowing down to glare at him. “I’ve seen these things go down so many times I know what I’m talking about.” Hux doesn’t care about your justification though. He stubs out his cigarette too.
“And I also know what I’m doing. I don’t need a ‘woman of the night’ to give me instructions like a child learning how to walk. I’ve been doing this long enough to know what to do even in the most urgent of situations.” Hux glances to the door, as if pondering whether he should leave or not. You sneer at him, fingers holding onto the table tightly in a way to quell your anger.
To call a woman that here was belittling them and indicating you thought yourself superior.
Nobody here was more important than another. Not in this broke down building.
“I would watch your tongue if I was you. Word might get to those who won’t hesitate to rip your gang apart.” You hiss the words, watching as Hux turns to face you, eyebrows raised as an amused smirk plays on his lips.
“Is that a threat?” Hux challenges, taunting almost.
“Yes. It is.” He pauses at your bold words but he still seems amused, almost in a sort of unsettling way.
“I see.” The words are purred and suddenly the air has changed from hostile to a more suffocating atmosphere. “Then please, go ahead and suggest what I might do to catch those two.” His head slowly rises the slightest bit. You pause, relaxing a bit in your chair as your hands release their tight grip on the table, falling into your lap.
“What is your name?” The question surprises him and his head falls just barely, eyes watching you cautiously.
“Hux.” He drawls the word out slowly, still watching you suspiciously.
“Hux.” You let his name slide of your tongue and his eyes narrow even more. You smirk, looking directly at him. “Well, Hux, I would say to befriend or get a hold of the bosses of repair shops they usually visit. Then, convince the bosses to capture the two of them. Maybe even send in undercover, but armed, men of yours just in case something happens.” You huff out a small laugh.
Silence hangs in the after your words have been spoken. Hux seems to be evaluating them and eventually gives a stiff nod, sliding out of the booth quickly. You raise a brow and he heads to the door, watching as Kylo shoves the woman on him away in disgust. Suddenly, before you can stop yourself, you speak again.
“(Y/n).” Hux pauses in his stride and turns to look at you, his eyebrows raised in question. “If you ever need more information ask for (Y/n).”
There’s another tense pause and he smirks a bit, staring at you intensely. “And why should I do that?” You smirk.
“You’re interested in me and I’m interested in you. Plus I have the information you need. Quite the win-win would you agree?” Hux bypasses the information part as if you hadn’t even said it.
“And who said I was interested in you?” You laugh at his obvious question, your amusement bouncing off the walls and causing him to furrow his brows. Hux knows the people here never laugh so… So… Whole-heartedly. It was unnerving.
“You did.” Your words obviously confuse him as his lips purse and his nose scrunches the slightest bit.
He never fully understood these people. But, when he looks you up and down, seeing the almost mischievous glint in your eyes he knows he doesn’t have to. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone understood him either.
He gives another curt nod and keeps walking to the door, when shoulder-to-shoulder with Kylo he speaks out a few words that have you smirking once again.
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