#kitty!hux

[empiremaker-blog1]

I needed something soft and comforting, so here’s kitty!Hux tomorrow I will regret it 

[rocket-angel]

@knights-of-rae anyway…

Armitage rolled off of you, eyes narrowed into content little slits. Your eyes closed too, giving yourself a moment to catch your breath and recover. You rolled towards where he was lying and reached for him, only to find him gone. You open your eyes to see the end of an orange tail flick out the door of the bedroom.

Several minutes later, Richard slunk out of the bathroom to find you curled up in just a sheet, wearing nothing else. The sniffles coming from you made his ears lay back in panic.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, softly sitting down next to you on the bed.

“N-nothing,” you sob. The last thing you wanted was for either of the boys to see you like this.

“Shhhhhh,” he said, brushing your shoulder with the back of his paw-like hand. After a pause, he spoke again. “Is it my brother?”

“H-he’s just so distant,” you exclaim, words beginning to pour out of you. “I want to be close with him, and he just refuses. I…I thought things would change…b-but I guess not…”

Richard’s ears wiggled back and forth, as they did when he was in deep thought. He bent over to give you a kiss, then pulled the blanket of the bed up to cover you.

“I will be right back,” he whispered.

“Armitage! What have you done to her?”

“Nothing I have not done to her before,” Armitage purred, calmly pouring himself a glass of milk. “Nothing she does not enjoy.”

“Why aren’t you in there with her right now?” Richard demanded, the fur on his neck standing up.

“Because I leave that up to you,” Armitage said, sipping his milk. “You seem to enjoy that sort of…thing.”

“She doesn’t want me,” Richard hissed. “She wants you.”

“Nonsense.”

“It’s true!” Richard exclaimed, losing his temper. His claws came out and he started digging them into the underside of the kitchen counter. “What, do you think you can just use her?!”

“Is that not what we have been doing?” Armitage countered, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Using her, for food, shelter, money, frivolous activities.” He hissed at his brother, baring his fangs. “And have you not been using her as a substitute for Mummy, with all of this coddling nonsense?!”

The twins fell completely silent. Richard’s ears relaxed and his tail went limp. He hung his head, completely defeated by his brother’s words. Armitage stood silent as well, knowing he had gone too far. From across the apartment, the brothers could both hear a single little sob escape from you in your sleep. After the sob, you moaned a single word: “Armitage.”

His ginger ears perked up at the name. He took note of how desperate you sounded, how it was almost like you really did need him.

“Help me,” he whispered to Richard.

“Help you with what?” Richard asked, head still hanging.

“Her.”

Richard’s body perked back up.

“Help me with her,” Armitage asked, practically begging. “I…I want to help her.”

Richard nodded once, then led him to the bedroom where you were half-asleep. He bent down and whispered in your ear, told you that Armitage was there, and that he wanted to be with you.

Richard gestured to the bed, and Armitage obediently crawled in beside you. On Richard’s command, he reached over for your shoulder, hand trembling, as though his touch might break you. The soft contact sends a shiver through your body, and you roll towards it, reaching for Armitage’s ears. You pull his head down to yours and give him a soft kiss, stroking behind his ears as you do. Richard tells him that it’s okay to lick and groom, as long as he’s careful. Armitage falls into a happy rhythm, licking your face and your neck, letting you pet him and hold his body close to yours.

Richard coaches him for a good long time, telling him where you like to be petted yourself, your favourite spots, and so on. Eventually, you curl up beside him, snuggled up against him. Armitage takes note of how peaceful you look.

“Look at her, Richard,” he purred. “How can she make herself so vulnerable, all for me?”

When he received no reply, Armitage turned to find Richard gone. He would be taking the couch tonight. You and Armitage need some bonding time.

[rocket-angel]

@knights-of-rae this came out as slightly angsty and a lot fluffy but I don’t care. Poor kitty.

“I’m home! Where’s my pretty boy?”

Silence. You wander into the kitchen to put your bags down, scanning every nook and cranny you passed on the way.

“Where’s my handsome kitty hiding?” you said again, still searching for any sign of your beautiful half-man, half-cat companion.

“Hux, really, where are you? I’m getting worried…”

A sharp hiss from the top of the cabinets made you jump. There he sat, perched on top of the cabinets with a mass of shredded fabric between his hands and some threads sticking out of his mouth.

“Did you destroy one of my good shirts?” you inquire, folding your arms and staring up at him. He hissed again, leaping to the ground in one fluid motion. He stood briefly, studying your posture, your face, and your smell. He bared his teeth and hissed one more time before slinking into the bedroom and slamming the door.

“Darling, what’s up?” you ask, standing outside the bedroom door. You knew it wasn’t locked, but you also knew better than to enter after that little outburst. “Can I come in?”

More silence. You took this as an invitation to come in, so you slowly opened the door to find Hux sitting on the bed, staring blankly out the window, and absentmindedly tearing at a pillow with his claws. You made your way over to the bed and sat down, scooting yourself to sit cross-legged in the middle. Hux didn’t acknowledge you at all. His tail lay completely still and his ears were slicked back against his head. The only sound was the ripping of the pillow between his hands.

“Kitty, what’s wrong?” you pleaded again. He could be so stubborn. Several more minutes of silence passed before he decided to break it.

“You were late today,” he stated, his tail flicking to one side.

“Yeah, I had to go to the store,” you said. “I even told you before I left. I asked you if you needed anything, and you asked me to pick up extra milk. Remember?”

“Mmmm. What was it like?” he said, something between a purr and a growl coming from his throat.

“What was what like? What kind of question is that?”

“The store,” he said, ripping harder at the pillow. “Describe it.”

“Describe…the store? Well, it was pretty boring. They had a sale on cucumbers, but I know you hate those….”

“No. Describe,” he snapped, drawing out the last word. “Is that not a word in your vocabulary?”

“Yeah…but…okay, you want me to just…describe the store…”

And that’s what you did. You described the aisles, the food you saw, the colours, the workers, the chill of the dairy section, the smells from the bakery, everything. As you talk, you notice him ripping a little less. His tail flicks lazily as you detail the supermarket to him.

“…and…yeah, that’s about all I can say.” Your story comes to an anticlimactic finish, and silence fills the room again.

“I have never been to the store,” he finally said, his ears pricking up.

“You haven’t?”

“No. And I never will get to go to the store.” He sighed and laid his head on the pillow that he had shredded up.

“You could, ya know,” you say. He lazily rolled over, looking up at you with his magnificent blue eyes. “All you need is a long-sleeved shirt and some pants you can tuck your tail into, plus a hat…”

“No, dear one,” he interrupted. “That is hiding. I do not wish to hide.”

“Well, what do you think you’re doing by staying cooped up in here every day? This is hiding.”

“You cannot understand. I am a freak…an animal. I cannot just go places when I want or do what I want. Even if I do hide my true form, there’s always a danger I will be discovered. I…I would get this tail and these ears chopped off if I could walk into a hospital without being immediately carted off to a lab or a zoo.”

“Kitty, don’t say things like that!” you exclaim. You had no idea he felt this way. You didn’t exactly know how to help either.

You lean over to him, snaking your hand around to the back of his neck to scratch the soft fur that grew there. His eyes narrow, and a purr began to resonate in his chest. You move your hand to scratch behind his ears and his back arched, the purr growing louder in his throat. You bend down to kiss him, still scratching his ears. You felt the vibrations from his purring in your mouth as you deepen the kiss. He can’t help himself, and he started grooming your face, licking and nuzzling at you as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He rolls over onto his tummy, granting you access to the thick stripe of ginger fur that runs all the way down his bare back to his tail. You stroke his fur, praising him the entire time, telling him what a handsome boy he is and how happy he makes you. He’s mewing uncontrollably, his tail swishing around and his whole body wiggling with the sensation of your fingers in his fur.

Eventually, you gather as much of him as you can up into your arms as he nuzzles into your neck, trying to get as close as possible to you.

“I love you for who you are, Hux,” you whisper into his ear. “No one can change that. You’re my handsome kitty. My very own.”

[rocket-angel]

WOW okay here is bonus kitty!RC and Hux business because why not The Finalizer is engaged in a fierce space battle. Nothing she can't handle, but each blast from the Resistance's X-Wings rock the entire ship and make awful racket. The sound of their engines, the sound of the TIE engines, the sound of the cannons and turrets on the Finalizer...it's much too much for most humans, much less for a poor lonely kitten. You're startled awake by an especially nasty strike. The entire ship is tossed briefly from equilibrium, making you hiss in protest. Once you're awake, you become fully aware of what's happening, looking out the viewport of your room and seeing the enemy ships. The entire affair makes you very nervous, and when you're nervous, you meow. You pace around your quarters, mewing Hux's name, getting no response. After doing this for what seems like hours, you finally decide to go find him for yourself. A poor decision, really, but there's no way you're going to settle without him around. You tuck your tail into a skirt and put one of Hux's hats over your ears and leave the safety of your room, still meowing desperately for your Hux. You wander a good part of the ship looking for him. Now you're so nervous that you're occasionally dropping down on all floors to mew for him. Most everyone is too busy running around to notice you anyway. Then at the end of the hall you see him, hear him, and smell him all at once. He's bolting down the hall at full speed, hair a mess, gloves off, but in his element. You meow extra loud, unable to get up for your trembling legs. Hux actually passes you up, making you cry out even more. He turns around immediately after passing you. "Kitten! What in the name of the galaxy are you doing out?!" He drops whatever task he's doing, scoops you up in his arms, and carries you back to your quarters. He holds you close, letting the ship run itself while he takes care of his precious kitty. He starts off by trying to explain what each sound is, whether it's a turret cannon or a TIE cannon or a ship exploding, but he quickly finds this doesn't help you. He decides to simply hold you, stroking the little stripe of fur on your back, placing little kisses on your forehead. Eventually your trembling subsides, and he ends the meowing by giving you long, lingering kisses.

[rocket-angel]

@knights-of-rae kitty!Hux because you said you need him. Hux can tell. He can always tell. His ears twitch as he focuses them on your heartbeat. Too fast. He sighs deeply, vaguely annoyed by the fact that you decided to get upset in the middle of his evening grooming. His tail swishes sporadically as he stretches himself out. He pads over to where you're sitting, silently seating himself beside you. He purses his lips, focusing in on your heartbeat again. Still too fast. Completely miffed about your lack of reaction to him, he lets out a loud meow. When you ignore him, he does it again, this time in your ear. "Not now, Hux, can't you see I'm busy?" you snap. "You're upset," he states. "I wish to help." "I'm not upset. Leave me alone." If you want to dish out attitude, Hux thought, then you will get attitude in return. He promptly crawls into your lap, dumping whatever you were doing out on the floor, and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and giving a few little licks and nips. His tail wraps around one of your legs, and he purrs directly into your ear. When you try to push him off, he simply flips you onto your back, pinning you to the couch. You can't help but giggle and give in as he kneads your shoulders and all the way down your body. You scratch behind his ears, as he puts his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat again. Finally satisfied, he realises what he started here, and he resigns himself to cuddling with you for the rest of the night, letting you pet and praise him as you please.