The General of the First Order is an Omega, something Kylo Ren would not have believed if he hadn't met the man in person.
He was tall, just a tad shorter than Ren himself, and carried himself strongly, just like any Alpha would. But that was the end of the list of Alpha-like traits. Even General Hux's face was slightly softened due to his nature. His hips flared out slightly, well hidden by his choice of clothing.
And that scent—it was possibly the sweetest thing Ren had smelled in years.
General Hux of the First Order was an unmated Omega.
It was the most ridiculous fanfare Ren had ever seen at galas. Strange Alphas and even bold Betas would try to chat up the man, hoping for something lasting to form.
“You look ridiculous.” Hux's cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol he'd been drinking. He never did know when to stop, a bad habit kept from Academy days.
Ren scowled. He felt ridiculous too, without his mask. The black, moody outfit, however, fit him splendidly, clinging to broad shoulders and narrow hips. “You're one to talk.”
Hux had been dressed like any other unmated Omega—a white military style shirt that showed off his narrow chest and pants that ballooned around his hips, making them appear wider and more ready for child-bearing.
Hux flushed a brighter red.
“Careful Ren,” he hissed.
Before Hux could say more, Ren interrupted. “There is an Admiral who is staring at you in a disgusting manner,” he said.
“I am aware.”
Ren dipped into Hux's mind: frustration, annoyance, and, behind it all, a small amount of fear. “General,” said Ren. “Would you give me the honor of this dance?” He bowed low, looking deep into Hux's forest green eyes.
A small smile appeared on Hux's face for just a moment. His hand, fingers so cold, reached out and took Ren's. “Gladly.”
The Admiral was distracted afterwards, easily finding a new unmated Omega that suited his fancy. Ren, leading Hux slowly, smirked. The Admiral did not recognize the Knight.
MINI FILL (1/6) Omega!Hux, protective alpha!Kylo [5+1?]
He was tall, just a tad shorter than Ren himself, and carried himself strongly, just like any Alpha would. But that was the end of the list of Alpha-like traits. Even General Hux's face was slightly softened due to his nature. His hips flared out slightly, well hidden by his choice of clothing.
And that scent—it was possibly the sweetest thing Ren had smelled in years.
General Hux of the First Order was an unmated Omega.
It was the most ridiculous fanfare Ren had ever seen at galas. Strange Alphas and even bold Betas would try to chat up the man, hoping for something lasting to form.
“You look ridiculous.” Hux's cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol he'd been drinking. He never did know when to stop, a bad habit kept from Academy days.
Ren scowled. He felt ridiculous too, without his mask. The black, moody outfit, however, fit him splendidly, clinging to broad shoulders and narrow hips. “You're one to talk.”
Hux had been dressed like any other unmated Omega—a white military style shirt that showed off his narrow chest and pants that ballooned around his hips, making them appear wider and more ready for child-bearing.
Hux flushed a brighter red.
“Careful Ren,” he hissed.
Before Hux could say more, Ren interrupted. “There is an Admiral who is staring at you in a disgusting manner,” he said.
“I am aware.”
Ren dipped into Hux's mind: frustration, annoyance, and, behind it all, a small amount of fear. “General,” said Ren. “Would you give me the honor of this dance?” He bowed low, looking deep into Hux's forest green eyes.
A small smile appeared on Hux's face for just a moment. His hand, fingers so cold, reached out and took Ren's. “Gladly.”
The Admiral was distracted afterwards, easily finding a new unmated Omega that suited his fancy. Ren, leading Hux slowly, smirked. The Admiral did not recognize the Knight.