theweddingofthefoxes:

(Anon asked for this as well! Hope y’all enjoy! Canon verse.)

“You look really tired, General,” Ren says as he enters Hux’s quarters–uninvited, as usual. He’s here for one reason and one reason only, to get fucked. Usually, despite Hux’s poisonous tongue, he’s just as eager to get into Ren’s pants and there’s no problem, everything goes as smoothly behind the General’s closed doors as they do on the rest of the Finalizer. Today is not a usual day.

“I’ve been up,” Hux sniffs, already sounding loathe to admit what has kept him up. When Ren prods at him with the Force, so lightly that Hux doesn’t even notice, he finds a strange, misplaced well of tenderness. Towards what?

Before Ren can ask, there’s a tiny sound, so soft that Ren might not have noticed it if he were walking or speaking. Something from under the bed. Ren feels like he’s inspecting for contraband, so quickly does he go to his hands and needs to see what’s under there.

It’s Millicent, her eyes shining opal-green in the dim light, and four other little shapes surrounding her, squeaking and squealing. When Ren shifts to get a closer look, she hisses, tightening around the kittens protectively. Ren figures it out–Millie must have given birth the night before, and Hux must have stayed up worrying about her.

“All right, all right,” Ren whispers, getting up to address Hux again. “General, I have to ask–was this some kind of miraculous conception? Or are there other cats on board that I don’t know about?”

Hux rolls his eyes. “As much as the former would satisfy your love of the mystical, it’s the latter. Several other officers keep cats in their private quarters with special permission, though it’s been a bit bewildering figuring out whose is the father. I suppose when I get a better look at the kittens I’ll be able to figure it out, unless they all take after their mother.”

“Anybody else have a ginger cat?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“It would probably remind them too much of their superior.”

“You’re hilarious,” Hux says dryly. “Remind me that only fixed animals are permitted from now on.”

“So what are you going to do with the litter?” 

Hux considers this. “Perhaps officers who show some measure of worth can get them as rewards. Those who demonstrate the correct level of responsibility.”

“You trust them to die for you, I think they can manage to feed a cat.”

“You’d be surprised.” Hux peeks down under the bed to check on Millicent. She doesn’t hiss at him, Ren doesn’t fail to notice. “Anyway. It will be some time before that’s even an option.”

“Will you name them?”

“Do you have suggestions? Besides Vader?”

It’s not often that Ren has his mind read instead. “Well. I’ll think of something,” he says finally, taking another look at the cat, who is grooming her babies with a strange combination of serenity and vigilance.