#hux is gonna threaten them aaaaaaaall

[solohux]

I had this idea inspired by time of your fox!Huxs asks, I can only hope I remember the right details for this prompt. Whoops. Hux has a lot of desirable traits, the red colors, the voluminous fur, the lithe body, and of course, a sharp mind. Unmated, there were plenty of suitors but ever since he became tired up with Ren, well, his traits became even more outstanding, even more so when knocked up, unbeknownst to Ren, it's a struggle for Hux to get through a day without being pursued, many thingrhinkg they could claim him despite carrying a litter...just..the drama of it all. Ya know?

It’s 1400 hours on board the impressive Finalizer which means that General Hux is on the bridge with his nose buried in his datapad, reading over the reports that have just arrived from Captain Phasma’s assessment of the newest Stormtrooper regiment. He’s impressed with the figures, pleased with the projections; he can’t help his bright and bushy tail from wagging slightly at his good mood.

With one hand holding his datapad, the other rests on his little baby bump, rubbing over the three-month curve with affection and smiling when he allows his mind to drift to what his newborn twin pups will look like—one brunette like their wolf-sire and one ginger, as similar as chalk and cheese and the most loved babies in the galaxy. Kylo has already said that it’s likely that they’re both Force sensitive since he can sense them reaching out to him with their developing powers and maybe, if he concentrates hard enough, he’s sure that he could try to determine their sex—though Hux had batted Kylo’s hand away from his belly and told him that he doesn’t want to know that until they’re born; it’s bad luck in kitsune culture to talk about the baby’s sex before they’re born.

But a cold and unwanted hand on his tail tears Hux from his daydreams, making him yelp and spin around with bared teeth.

Adrmial Baines—a lion—is stood unnerving close to Hux, still stroking his tail like it’s his own pet and not part of his body. The man is tall—the same height as Kylo but nowhere near as well-built. His once-fit physique has been neglected in recent years, clearly divulging in fine foods and drinks that have settled around his gut and giving him a middle-aged beer belly yet he wears a uniform that is a size too small. Even his lion ears atop his head are tired-looking. His greying-brown hair that was once a proud mane is slicked back with too much product, making his head look greasy and unappealing; Hux is glad that he has stopped wearing gel altogether.

“Admiral,” Hux says, trying to keep his anger and disgust quelled in the face of such an important member of High Command. “Good afternoon.”

“Hux,” Baines says in his clipped, Imperial accent. “Forgive the intrusion on your bridge but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see the acclaimed General in his natural habitat.”

“Yes,” Hux says, fox ears flicking in annoyance atop his head. Flattery won’t get this man anywhere. “Well. There’s no better place to think than at the bow of the Order’s flagship.”

“Hm, yes,” Baines muses, finally releasing Hux’s tail from his ministrations. The fox shivers, allowing his tail to plump out into its usual bushy fashion instead of its flattened look when it’s been assaulted by human hands. “And if I may, General, you look particularly appealing today.”

“Sir,” Hux sighs, side-eyeing the lion when he turns away from him. “With all due respect, you may not.”

Hux huffs, flicking out his tail and biting his lip with his sharp canines. He knows that his most attractive features have become either bigger or brighter as a result of his pregnancy—his hair is a radiant shade of copper now, his ass cheeks are plumper, his tail is so vibrant and bushy that it’s as though there’s a third person in the bed between him and Ren—and often, Hux wakes to Kylo cuddling it instead of him.

But it isn’t just Ren; everyone seems to be taking note of the changes in his looks.

“Ren may have filled you with his seed but you aren’t claimed, little fox,” Baines takes a step forward whilst Hux takes a step back, hitting a console behind him and realising that he has nowhere to go. “Do not tell me that you believe that the wolf could provide for your pups and look after you?”

“I do not need looking after.”

“You are a gem, Armitage,” Baines says, taking hold of Hux’s hand. “A precious jewel that only your mate should have the privilege to look at. I would like to keep you behind glass just for my viewing pleasure. You are the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen. Your lithe body, your blazing hair and, oh my, your tail. Goodness. I’ve never seen a fox with a more voluptuous tail.”

Hux can’t stop the flustered blush from creeping up his cheeks despite the compliments being unwanted. The lion is still holding his hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss though he doesn’t get the chance as Hux whips it away before the contact makes.

“You aren’t the first to attempt to flatter me into your arms, Admiral. Or into your bed.” Hux stands tall in the Admiral’s face, intimidating him to the point where the older man steps back and gives Hux some room to step away. “And I have a feeling that you won’t be the last. But I am no ones. I do not even belong to Ren. I chose to be with him and we chose to have a litter together.”

“I did not mean to cause offence,” Baines splutters, tail between his legs. “But you must see what an excellent mate I would make. I had my own pride back in the day!”

“A fox has no need for a pride, Admiral.”

“You’re making a mistake, Armitage,” Baines says, begging. “I will treat you right, appreciate you for the magnificent beauty that you are. I won’t even ask you to get rid of your little wolf hybrids.”

“How charming,” Hux raises an eyebrow, scoffing, with one defensive hand on his little belly. “I think that brings an end to our delightful conversation, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, Admiral, I have duties to attend to. Feel free to linger on this magnificent bridge for as long as you please to…enjoy the view.”

And with that, Hux saunters away with his head and his tail held high, knowing that the entire bridge crew are getting a good view of his peachy ass cheeks as he exits. He can smell their attraction in the air, sense it in the way that their hungry eyes look at him.

On more than one occasion, Ren has offered to disembowel anyone who dare lay an unwanted finger on the beautiful fox but Hux had rolled his eyes; he’s more than capable of dismembering creepy suitors. He steps into the turbolift and stands alone, waiting for it to reach the officer’s deck. He flicks his wrist out and summons the hidden blade that rests up his sleeve, twirling it about in his hand.

“What do you think, my darlings?” Hux asks his belly, one hand still caressing it. “Into the lion’s den? Shall we show them what happens when you try to interfere in a fox's buisness?”

Beneath his hand, he feels the first kick.