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Gingerpilot Week Returns!

Gingerpilot Week, an event celebrating the ship between Armitage Hux and Poe Dameron, is coming in just a month!

This year's dates: May 25-31

This year's theme: The Sea

7 days — 7 sets of prompts!

Sirens, merfolk, pirates

Surfing, swimming, sinking

Beach, sand, coral reef

Shells, scales, tentacles, suction cups

Typhoon / hurricane / storm

Ships (literal... or not)

Sea creatures - whales, fish, sharks, purrgils, etc.!

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[not-so-allegiant-general]

GINGERPILOT TIME! You can treat is as a part/short for this.

"Poe." Dameron whipped his head around to look at Hux. "Come over here." Poe slid down the bar stool and approached Hux. Redhead placed a pair of knee-high boots on the floor and sat down on the couch. Poe could easily see where it's going, but his eyes stayed on the boots. The laces were taken out to half of the length of the boots, and there was a row of silver clasps at the side of them. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" 

Poe's eyes snapped to Hux, the redhead was smiling amused. Poe licked his lips and looked around. The club was still closed, so the floor was almost empty, someone was cleaning tables, and Mitaka was aggressively wiping out glasses behind the bar. Poe knelt down in front of Hux. Redhead picked up his laptop and started looking through his mail box.

"Evening, General!" Phasma entered the club. "Looking smart, I see."

"Thank you."

"Hi Poe!"

"Hi!" Poe waved to her, focused on the fourth clasp of the first boot. Phasma disappeared in the back and then came back with documents. 

"You left them yesterday." She passed them to Hux. Redhead glanced at them and crossed his legs, tearing the seventh clasp out of Poe's hands. Dameron huffed and looked at him in disbelief. Hux smiled and glanced down.

"Something's wrong, pet?"

"Nope. Not. At. All." Poe said, moving to the side to buckle up the clasp. He froze, feeling the tip of Hux's boot under his chin. 

"Come again?" Poe swallowed and glanced up. It was insane, insane how Hux could make his heart beat faster with only one look. Insane how intimidating he could be, insane how, at the same time, he had the coldest stare and the warmest smile. Poe held Hux's eyes, dropping his hands down on his lap.

"No, sir. Everything is alright."

Hux hummed and uncrossed his legs to let Poe finish. When Poe was done, he leaned back and smiled with triumph. Hux glanced at him and extended his hand. Poe looked up and took it, letting Hux pull him up. He leaned on the couch with one knee while Hux kissed him on the cheek.

"Well done, pet. Thank you." He murmured. Poe flushed. and chuckled nervously. Insane how Hux could make him feel like a teenager. He cleared his throat and looked around, not knowing what to do with his hands, he straightened his back and picked up Hux's coat from the back of the couch. He put it on Hux's shoulders when he stood up. To say that Hux looked sharp was an understatement. Poe kissed his neck.

"Here."

Hux smiled, fixing the coat on his shoulders. It looks like it's going to be a nice evening.

[maudezbornak]

It's like an ad for a cage match. Hot, sweaty MMA thunderdome cage match, writhing on a mat without shirts ...

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Always fine

When Hux first found out he would have to live with Poe Dameron, he was... Concerned to say the least. Absurd idea. No chances that they would get along. Dameron was chaotic, undisciplined, and messy.

He was also handsome, kind, and had the warmest smile in the entire galaxy. But that was completely not important. There was no way it could work out and yet... It somehow did, and Hux got used to it. Dameron was... tolerable company. If Hux had a habit of being honest with himself, he would admit that Poe Dameron was in fact the most caring person Hux had ever met and that he made Hux feel safe and calm. And that he never met someone so persistent and brave as Poe Dameron. But admitting that was beyond Hux. He was filled with things that he couldn't name, haunted with fears that were so deeply rooted in his soul that they were impossible to ignore. He couldn’t comprehend half the things he felt.

When Poe went missing, the only thing he was able to do was sit in their shared quarters looking at the empty bunk and picking at his nails. Dameron was supposed to be here last week. It's five days, four hours, and two minutes. It's five days in which Poe could be captured, tortured, or killed.

Hux became irritable, snappy, he slacked at work and isolated himself in the quarters, nervously looking thorough the holonet. 

After six days and twenty hours the door to the quarters opened with a woosh. Poe leaned on the frame and crooked a smile, looking at Hux, who stood up. 

"Hi." He said quietly, he looked like hell. Hux stared at him in silence. Poe sniffed and closed the door behind himself. Hux opened his mouth. "Before you start talking, yes, I was seen by Kalonia. Yes, I am mostly fine, but my brain is fried it's... difficult to focus. I ..." Hux caught him when Poe tripped over his own legs. "Shit." 

"Lie down," Hux said quietly, helping him get to bed. Poe lay down, closing his eyes. 

"I dreamed of it," he mumbled. "I hate Star Destroyers they are the most atrocious ships you can be on. And the beds? Awful. Can you imagine? They didn't have room service." 

Hux frowned, taking off pilots' shoes. 

"You were captured."

"Yeah. That... Grumpy guy with a stick?"

"Pryde," Hux sneered. 

"That one. He's no fun at all. And I don't think he is handling everything very well. He is so pretentious." 

Hux slowly helped him to get out from part of his clothes and covered him with the blanket. There were heat burns on Poe's temples and wrists. Hux pursed his lips. 

"Don't worry. I blew up their hangar bay on the way out and I am fine, you know. Just a little bit rattled." Poe smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Hux slowly sat down next to him. 

"You are always fine, aren't you?" Hux asked quietly, and Poe's smile fell. 

"I don't know what you mean."

Hux nodded. 

"Lights 10 percent." 

"Wha..." The lights turned off. "This... wasn't here before, right?"

"No. I installed voice commands for lights and temperature systems."

Poe chuckled. 

"Pretty cool," He whispered.

Hux slowly kissed his cheek, it was wet. He lay down, pressing his head to Poe's chest. Dameron sniffed, wrapping his hands around Hux's body. Hux stayed silent, rubbing circles on Poe's shoulder. He glanced up, kissing the pilot's jaw. Poe shivered and inhaled quickly, wiping tears of his face. Hux stayed quiet, and Poe cried until he fell asleep. Hux slowly raised himself on one shoulder and pressed a kiss to Poe's lips.

"Goodnight, Dameron," he said quietly.

"Night, Hux." Poe hummed, and Hux froze for a moment. He slowly lay down and closed his eyes. He lay awake for almost three hours before he fell asleep. 

Poe woke up with Hux pressed to his chest. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Hux was not asleep anymore, for two hours now he had been fighting with himself to get up and go to his bunk, to let Dameron rest and stop this nonsense.

Yesterday Poe was surly in shock he didn't know what he was doing, but today… Today he will certainly tell him off, as he should. But somehow Hux couldn't move. What if Poe suffered some sort of internal damage and would need his help? Hux won't be able to see it from his bed. Or what... What if he has nightmares or panic attacks and he will need help? Hux should be close then. Poe suffered enough.

Poe smiled, looking down at him. 

"Hi."

Hux cleared his throat and forced himself to sit up, but Poe hummed dissatisfied and pulled him to himself again. "Hey, don't run." Hux glanced at him, surprised. "Unless you really want to?"

Redhead slowly shook his head. 

"No."

Poe closed his eyes. 

"We've got to talk about this, alright? Later."

"About what?"

"About how I want to kiss you senseless."

Hux flushed. 

"I... I wouldn't mind."

"Yeah... I figured," Poe grinned, pulling him closer to himself.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Listen. I have another idea.

Poe falls asleep in his bed on Ajan Kloss but wakes up in a grey quarter of a Star Destroyer with an orange cat sleeping on him and a First Order General insisting that they are married and Poe is the best pilot of the First Order.

Hux seems genuine and he looks incredibly hot in Poe's shirt. And everything about his TIE fighter seems... Familiar. And the cat seems to know him... So maybe he just had the wildest dream about being in the resistance?

Hux doesn't seem that evil now, when he holds Millicent looking through reports. Maybe Poe just hit his head very hard? Maybe this is his life?

[vivalahuxprompts]

Years after the destruction of the first order, Poe finds Hux working as a mechanic on a small planet in the middle of nowhere. The problem is that Hux doesn’t remember a single thing about himself. Now it’s up to Poe to decide if he should bring Hux in to be tried by the republic for war crimes, or if he should be left alone

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[not-so-allegiant-general]

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!"

------

"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."

----

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.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Gingerpilot with past Prux where Hux defected to resistance, Pryde is captured and Poe has to interrogate him and instead of answering questions Pryde conversationally starts telling him about his very much unhealthy relationship with Hux.

Pryde ends up with a few missing teeth and a broken nose, Poe in a holding cell and Hux endlessly amused when he has to pick Poe up from detention.

[omeletti]

Poe Dameron as an F1 driver! Inspired by @valder-1046's awesome AU and character design ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[irrationalgame]

Amazing chibi Poe and Hux by @faretheeoscar !

Ana ran an amazing giveaway a while back to help raise funds for the family of Ed Valdez (Oscar Isaac’s cousin) after Ed was tragically killed in a car accident, and I was one of the winners! This cute art was part of my prize 😍 and I love how it captures the spirit of the ship; Poe annoying Hux into a relationship 😂. Thank you sooooo much! 💕

The go fund me for Ed’s family is still running and can be found here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/in-love-and-memory-of-ed-valdez

Donate to In Loving Memory of Ed Valdez, organized by Michael Hernandez

It is with deep sadness that we share the loss of Ed Valdez. The founder of Hidden Tem… Michael Hernandez needs your support for In Loving M

[not-so-allegiant-general]

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!"

*

"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."

*

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.

[flydinom]

*puffs my cig* i missed them

[hiersinddrachen]

There's a line in @gerdavonrinnlingen's fic "Under the Sea" that inspired this. Coloured pencil - not really my medium ^^.

[artemisdart]

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?

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[meomoicecr]

I drew these adorable little chibis and turned them into acrylic to give to my friends. They look just like fruity hard candies🍬🍬🍬

[flydinom]

Happy (late) Valentine's Day

[meomoicecr]

I don't know why I drew this... but here's Poe and his pet bunny Armie🐰