“Who owns you?” (your choice!)
a different take on my fox hux au where Kylo is a witch & Hux is his shapeshifting companion
Despite it being the middle of the night, Kylo knows when Hux has come home.
There’s a shift in the air, something otherworldly that resonates in Kylo’s veins and awakens every tidbit of magic that he possesses, sending shivers across his skin and alighting his mind with the same fire that Hux holds in his soul.
The soul of a kitsune.
The wind chimes in Kylo’s living room jingle softly as the sounds of padding paws turn into a patter of bare feet, floorboards creaking, the smell of the midnight woodland air filling Kylo’s small cottage.
“You’re back early,” Kylo yawns, stretching, turning over to face the entrance to his bedroom to see a silhouette in the doorway.
Even in the darkness, Kylo can see the outline of Hux’s nine fox tails, spread around him like a regal fan, his two fox ears like a crown atop his head. The most beautiful creature that Kylo has set his eyes on.
“Everything is peaceful tonight,” Hux says, walking towards the window to gaze out of it for a moment. “Though, I may have cut my patrol short to come back to you.”
“Imagine if your ancestors could see you neglecting your duties as guardian of the forest for a measly witch like me,” Kylo chuckles.
He stretches his hand out from underneath the blankets, the hand that grasps at his wand, and points it at the window to shut the curtains and hoping to coax Hux to bed. The dark drapes shuffle closed and block out the moonlight, though the fox jumps back in surprise at their sudden movement, though smirks in his partner’s direction.
“Careful, Ren,” Hux says, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. “I’ve more magic in one tail than you have in your entire body.”
Saying nothing but managing to keep the smirk on his face, Kylo raises his wand again and mutters a few words, making the little clear-white crystal at the bottom of his wand glow red, and Hux is suddenly being pulled forward by an invisible force and trips over to land on the bed next to Kylo, bodies touching, finally.
“Who owns you?” Kylo says, crystal still flickering, a lasso-like hold around Hux’s hips.
“You, Ren. Stars. You do,” Hux moans, leaning in to kiss Kylo, cupping his lover’s cheek and sending his nine tails into a happy flutter.
Kylo drops his want as they kiss and his hold on Hux disappears, and no sooner are his invisible restrains gone is the fox rolling over to straddle Kylo’s tummy, flicking his wrists to pin the witch’s arms up over his head.
“And who owns you?” Hux says, fanning his tails out and wafting them, white tips seductively flicking simultaneously. Kylo is hypnotised.
“You do, Hux. Maker, I’m yours,” Kylo licks his lips, unable to look anywhere but the glorious creature in front of him.
“We’re each other’s,” Hux leans down, letting Kylo’s wrist go from his magical hold to place his own hand upon Kylo’s bare chest, right over his wildly thrumming heart. “Your fire is the same as mine. The same stars burn inside us. That’s why I’ll always come home.”
“Listen to you,” Kylo smiles, resting his hand atop of Hux’s, rubbing it gently. “If the warriors from your family’s past could hear you now. They’d say you’ve gone soft.”
Hux smiles but shakes his head.
“They’d be wrong,” Hux holds his head up high, ears tall atop his head of shining red hair. “I’m the strongest warrior of them all. I have you.”
And Hux kisses him again, again, until the fox falls asleep on Kylo’s chest, breathing deeply. Kylo stokes Hux’s hair, rubbing the soft orange fur of his fox ears, watching them twitch softly underneath his pets. Hair like fire, a soul of flames, a heart of impenetrable heat.
For Hux, Kylo will burn the world.