Can I request an Empress Reader and Emperor Kylo have a little Tot running around the Starkiller Base and it’s just fluff and cute
hehehehe this was fun to write! i decided to make them have twins - one boy and one girl.
brit’s 1k follower celebration
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You cursed softly to yourself as you dropped a hair pin from your hand. Bending over to pick it up, you smirked when you feel hands on your hips, “Thought you planned on sleeping in.”
The sound of pattering footsteps was soon followed by giggling as two bodies collided with your legs. A chorus of, “Mama,” came from the two toddlers at your feet. Glancing at the mirror, you saw your husband place a kiss on the back of your neck.
“My plans were overthrown,” Kylo mumbled, placing more kisses on your exposed shoulder.
You hummed in response, running your fingers through your children’s hair. More giggles came from the twins below you, and you bent down to press kisses to the tops of their heads. “Did you little Sith decide to wake your Dad up early?” You received nods, and a chuckle escaped you, “Alright, how about we let your father get ready for the day and we can go get breakfast all together?” Affirmatives were given and your kids ran out of the refresher, pushing each other playfully as they left.
“I believe they only listen to you.” Kylo ran a hand through his hair, tousling it.
“They listen to me because I am not the one who lets them get away with everything.” You are pulled to him by the Force, his hands finding your hips again. “Just because you don’t like to hear it, doesn’t make it not true, my love.” You quell the fire in his eyes by pressing a kiss to his lips. You adored the fire and rage that burned in his veins, but you had a diplomatic assembly to attend. The fire would have to remain locked away until…later.
Kylo released you, but only after giving you a fervent kiss. “I suppose I do allow them more freedom.”
“Bad cop,” you poked him in the chest, then turned your finger back to yourself, “worse cop.”
A throaty chuckle sent a searing warmth through your body. Alright, maybe you could let the fire out just for a minute.
Crash!
You buried your face into the crook of Kylo’s neck, groaning softly. “I believe that crash calls for ‘worse cop’, dear.”
You pinched his arm, sending him a devilish glare, “The things I do for my Emperor.”
“The same things that I’d do for my Empress,” He growled playfully, kissing you again before letting you go catch your mischievous children.
