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I got pierced today for the first time in about six years. As such it seems only fitting that Hux gets to have some fun too. 

Please enjoy this little tale inspired by the infamous Donut-got-his-nips-pierced pic, and set in this AU. 

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The exterior of the building was degraded and grungy. The entrance was down an alley way that opened onto a busy street of aging shops, all clean, but in various stages of decay. They alley itself was littered with broken glass, and a few bottles and chip bags; the steps leading up to the door were well swept though. Hux squared his shoulders, frowned at the cracked, graying siding, and stepped inside.

The interior shocked him. It was clean, well lit, and colorful, with chest high walls painted in vibrant blues and greens sectioning off three cubicles of space. Directly in front of Hux, at the end of a hallway formed by the walls, was a glass front counter. The cubicle to the left of it was the only one that was occupied; Hux didn’t peek over the wall, but he heard the hum of what he assumed was a tattoo gun, and a man’s voice saying, “This next bit’s gonna suck, so we can take a cigarette break once I’m done with these lines.”

“Kay,” a chipper, and seemingly unaffected female voice said.

Hux took two steps forward. When the tattoo artist didn’t acknowledge him, he walked up to the counter. It was full of metal bars and rings, solid glass plugs, and huge wooden tunnels. Hux was just proud of himself for recognizing most of it; before Kylo he would have had no idea what a ‘plug’ looked like.  

He peered at the artwork on the walls briefly before four thick binders on the counter caught his attention. He grabbed the one labeled ‘Kimmy’ and started flipping pages.

“Can I help you?”

Hux lifted his head and found a gorgeous black woman with dyed red hair tied into pigtails and possibly more piercings in her face than Kylo staring at him. She smiled politely, but Hux couldn’t shake the feeling that the emotion pulling up the corners of her lips was amusement.

He cleared his throat.

“Hello. I’m. I’m interested in.” How did one do this exactly?

She peered down at the book he’d been looking through and said, “A piercing?”

Hux nodded.

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