written for this piece by @jeusus
I find myself very much in love with his orangeness hahaha
“I,” Kylo all but growls, shaking, shuddering with the anger that flows through him, “was promised a sweet bride to secure the peace between our lands and all I got was an angry orange viking!”
His mother could not look less impressed with him then. She hardly raises a brow at his tone of voice. “Well,” she says simply, “I allowed the Jarl to choose an appropriate spouse for you.”
“And not only did he choose a spouse to end our line,” Kylo says, gesturing wildly with his wide, calloused hands, “but he couldn’t even send one of his own?”
Armitage Hux is the only son of a Thane.
An advisor’s son.
It could be a joke for how ridiculous it all seems.
But Hux at Kylo’s side, arms crossed over his chest, orange hair long and done in some bizarrely elaborate style. He looks unimpressed with all the shouting. He’s heard it all before.
“I’m not stopping you from having children,” Hux says coldly in his frustratingly perfect Basic.
“They’d be bastards then. That wouldn’t solve the problem,” Kylo says, turning upon his husband.
Hux shrugs his narrow shoulders, face impassive. “But your line would not end then, would it? I was under the impression that that was your problem.”
Kylo tosses his hands in the air, exasperated. Hux has been impossible all day and shows no signs of stopping.
Leia has the audacity to smile, even slightly. She pats him on the shoulder, like he’s still a child, and says, “I think you two will get on wonderfully.”
IT KEEPS HAPPENING (/ ^ 3^)
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