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jocelynscloset · 6 years

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Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Just a lil fluff at the end

Summary: Y/N is a prisoner of the First Order, and when Kylo catches General Hux trying to take advantage of her, he saves her and determines she will become his assistant and share his quarters, rather than send her back to her chamber. She believes he’s cold and merciless, with a short temper that frightens her, but he ends up not being what she expected.

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General Hux was starting to bug you. It was harmless at first, just him being the boy that he is. Sly flirting, trying to get a rise out of you, trying desperately to get you to show some return of his affections, but it escalated slowly to a point where you were no longer able to be indifferent about it. That point was marked when the Supreme Leader saw it happening.

You’d always been under the impression that Kylo Ren was a monster. A cold-blooded killer, a merciless fighter, and an apathetic ruler, but your mind quickly changed. You were brought to the First Order as a prisoner, as per the orders of the Supreme Leader himself. You were previously a prisoner on another planet, and when they overtook that one, they found you. You had to admit, though you were intolerant of the First Order as a whole, it was better to be on their base than to be stuck in the hole you were previously thrown in, on that last dump they called a planet.

You were treated humanely, though you were surprised by it at first. You got 3 hot meals a day, a bed chamber, you were free to spend your time doing what you please in your quarters, and though the stormtroopers were routinely demeaning and regularly harassed you— especially the male ones— it was much better than you had been used to in your previous planet. Back then, those sexual comments weren’t just talk, they were threats and usually promises. At least here, you felt somewhat safe and physically taken care of.

Mentally, however, was a different case. You felt out of place. You felt like a fly on the wall, and not in the exciting way. You missed having people you cared about and you missed having a passion or something, anything, to give your energy to. You desperately wanted to do something, have a purpose, have a group of people you did something with.

You began to feel this most strongly about 2 months into your living on the base, and you decided to do something about it. Sure, you were a prisoner, but would they really be upset by you offering your help?

You were in the main hall getting your first meal of the day, and luckily, there weren’t only prisoners. General Hux was also there, and it seemed he’d be walking near you soon. Eventually he did, and you spoke apprehensively to him.

“Sir, may I have a moment of your time?” He looked shocked. You guessed he wasn’t used to prisoners addressing him at all. You expected him to hurt you, but surprisingly, he agreed. Though he seemed irritated at the idea of giving a prisoner any of his attention, he listened to what you had to say, as you offered your help doing whatever the First Order needed and you explained your reasoning to him.

“Well...”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You answered his thoughts.

“Well, Y/N, I’ll agree to this, though it is highly unorthodox, as long as you swear on your life to never divulge this to the Supreme Leader.” You nodded, somewhat surprised that he would so easily trust you to keep a secret, especially one that might get him fired. “And if you ever step out of line, I’ll have you executed. You may be scrumptious looking but there are a million whores in the universe that could replace you as prisoner on this ship.”

You bit back your pride and offense and nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Now, I will give you directions soon enough. Back to the main hall.” You thanked him and complied, and you quickly received orders and a uniform. You were disguised as a helper in the control room, and you were tasked with small, menial tasks, usually ones that took long amounts of time and that nobody else wanted to do, like mending uniforms or filling in when other staff were unable to fulfill duties. This went on smoothly for a few weeks, but General Hux quickly became a little too comfortable with having you there.

He didn’t feel he owed you the respect he allowed other people in the control room, and this often led to crude or disrespectful comments, often of a sexual nature. He knew he could get away with it, and he did. The other male staff seemed to catch onto this game Hux played, and they soon got comfortable doing the same. You didn’t complain though. At least it was all just talk.

Until it wasn’t.

Hux was doing his usual routine, calling you “whore” and “slut” and “toy” and such, and the other officers joined in, of course, and you had gotten used to it by now, very easily tuning them out. However, that day was different, because it was the first time he actually put his hands on you, and you had the realization that he could very well do what he wanted and suffer little to no consequence.

You were bent over slightly, wiping down a large table the officers usually sat at during meetings, and you heard him say behind you, “Look at this, all ready for me.” You, naturally, decided it was just him being an asshole, but once you felt his large, cold hands slide onto your hips and pull you backwards until your backside was against his front, you lost all sense of grasp on the situation. When one hand left your hip and pressed against your back between your shoulder blades, pushing your torso flat against the table, you felt your heart drop and you let out a slight whimper in fear and shock. You were afraid, until he was suddenly gone.

His hands were off of you, you were free to stand upright again, and when you turned around, you saw Hux standing at least 10 feet away.. facing a tall, cloaked figure in a dark metal mask.

“General Hux, I always knew you were slimy but I never thought you were desperate.” The masked figure said, his voice altered by the mask itself.

“S-Supreme L-Leader, she’s only a p-prisoner.” He struggled to get out while the masked figure— apparently the Supreme Leader — had his hand firmly wrapped around the general’s neck and, by the looks of it, was tightening it more and more each second.

“So, you disobeyed me. Went around me, for what, a fucktoy?” General Hux was silent, whether because he was afraid or because he couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t tell. “You’ll face the consequences for this, General.” Hux struggled to nod, and the Supreme Leader let go of his hold on Hux’s neck, causing him to fall to the floor, gasping for breath.

The tall, still masked man turned to you next. “You.” He seemed even more angry now. “How did you get here?” Your eyes, wide and presumedly filled with fear, scanned the length of the figure before you. He was easily over 6 feet, very muscular it seemed, and while you were intimidated by the mask he wore, you imagined he wore it for a reason. Perhaps he wasn’t as scary as he tried to seem.

You plucked up the courage to finally open your mouth and you answered his question honestly and without excuses. “I’m a prisoner, from a planet you overtook about 3 and a half months ago. I was useless and bored in my chambers and I offered my help with whatever the officers needed. Cleaning, coffee, notes, those sort of things.” You paused and he was still silent, so you continued. “I asked General Hux gave me tasks to keep me busy.” You had no more to say, and luckily he sensed it and followed up with another question.

“Why was I not informed of this?” He looked to Hux, who was still gasping for breath and massaging his neck, which was sure to have bruises on it the next day. You knew Hux had told you not to tell, but you weren’t particularly feeling indebted to him at that moment.

“I’m not sure why, Supreme Leader, but he made me promise not to divulge anything to you.” The masked figure seemed a little too quiet. He glanced at Hux again.

“We’ll finish this later. For now, I’ll take care of your mess.” You then realized what this must mean. You were going back to solitude, back to uselessness, or so you thought. “You, what is your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.” You answered apprehensively.

“Y/N, you will not be going back to your chambers,” he began. He’s going to kill me, you thought. “No, I’m not going to kill you.” He had read your mind. You’d heard of this being an ability of force-sensitives, but you thought it had just been a myth. “From now until the foreseeable future, you will be my assistant. You will do whatever I ask and without question or complaint. You will stay in my chambers, so that I may keep an eye on you, and you will surrender yourself completely to servitude of me. Understood?” You nodded slowly. You didn’t know this man. You didn’t know what he intended to force you into or what “servitude” meant to him. You may be a prisoner, but you would rather die than be a slave to anyone, especially one that fulfilled their wishes sexually.

“Supreme Leader, that’s very generous.” He said nothing in response and you felt it was as good a time as any to ask him whether or not he intended on making you into a consort, in which case you would ask respectfully to instead return to your chambers. “May I ask you a question?”

“What is it. I don’t have much time and now I must take you to our quarters before I return to my duties.” You nodded and sucked in a breath before continuing.

“Do you intend to use me.. for pleasure?” You paused and you could tell he was waiting for you to say the rest. “I would rather just be returned to my place as a prisoner, sir, if that is what you intend.” He was silent for another moment, and you thought he was going to kill you for being so forthright with him, but he surprised you yet again.

“No. I do not intend to do that. I, unlike General Hux, here, do not need to force myself on women. Nor do I want to.” There was a long silence and you breathed out finally, feeling some relief. Maybe being his assistant wouldn’t be so bad, after all. “Now, come. I will show you where you will be living from now on and we will continue on with my day. Any more questions, now that we’re in the feelings circle?” He finished his statement with a sarcastic cherry on top, and you knew he didn’t want to be pried at anymore, so you just shook your head and let him lead you away from the control room, towards the hallways where the doors to officers’ quarters were located.

At the end of the main hallway, you spotted a large, black steel door, which judging from the way you were being lead directly toward it, you presumed belonged to Kylo. Sure enough, you reached the end of the hallway and once the door had opened to him, he lead you through it.

“This is my quarters, and I suppose, now yours as well. Do not be mistaken, everything in this place belongs to me, and is strictly off-limits to you. I will arrange for you a separate bed, and you will be allowed the appropriate hygiene products as well as access to the washroom and such.” You nodded, and he decided that was enough information to start with. “Now that you’re all filled in, it’s time to resume my day. You will come with me, and observe.” You nod again, and you both leave the quarters.

A few hours later, close to midnight, you both return to your now shared quarters, both tired after a long day. You had struggled to keep up with him at first. He walked quickly and he asked a surprising amount of you for just starting off. You were exhausted, and you still felt dirty after having the General’s hands on you hours before.

“Supreme Leader, may I shower now?” He paused, as if he was reading your thoughts, and he replied with a simple ‘yes’. You nodded, thanked him, and retreated into the bathroom to shower. However, you had only gotten your jacket and boots off before realizing you didn’t have any sleep clothes to change into after, so you quietly opened the bathroom door, not wishing to startle him, and peeked out to ask if he knew where you would find some.

You didn’t expect him to have his mask off, and he didn’t expect you see him without it either. You both were in a bit of a stunned silence for a moment. You took in his features; his sharp bone structure, his deep brown eyes, his dark, fluffy hair, and the strong expressiveness of all of these things put together. He was a lot younger than you had imagined. “What are you doing out here?” Asked in discomfort, a little annoyed and a little flustered, it seemed. You assumed people didn’t see him without his mask often.

“I, um, realized I don’t have any clothing to sleep in.” You told him, now averting your eyes to the grated, metal floor, cold beneath your feet.

“I see. I’ll fetch you some. You just, continue as you were. I’ll leave them on the bed.” You really didn’t want to anger him, but the question crossed your mind and you were a little alarmed.

“Um, the bed?” You spoke shyly, very afraid that at this point, he’d finally lash out at you.

“Yes, princess.” Sarcasm and annoyance dripped from his tone. “The bed. We don’t have one for you yet, your highness, so tonight I’m doing you the favor of allowing you share mine. Or would you rather sleep on the ground?” You felt the urge to roll your eyes, but you held back.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

“I’m going to get you some supper. Be finished and dressed by the time I get back. You wouldn’t want me walking into anything that would embarrass you.” You did roll your eyes at that, fully expecting him to get angry about it, but he didn’t. He just ignored it and allowed you to return to the bathroom and take your shower.

15 minute later, you scurried out of the rest room wrapped in a towel with wet hair dripping down your neck and on your chest, and you hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t walk in before you were dressed. Luckily, the nightgown and undergarments he promised were on the bed and you slipped on the clothing quickly. He has yet to return, and you felt more relaxed than before, taking the extra bit of time as an opportunity to explore. You examined the many books on his shelves, the clean, black sheets on his bed, and the blankness of the metal walls. Out of the uniform you were previously wearing, you noticed how cold it was in his quarters, and you wondered if he liked it that way. Perhaps it was because you allegedly sleep better in the cold. That man probably relied heavily on his beauty-rest.

You looked toward the door again, and assumed you still had a few minutes before Kylo would return, so you pulled back his pristine sheets and climbed under them, feeling the softness against your legs and the cushion of his mattress, a stark contrast to the squeaky cot you were used to in your old chambers. You felt yourself melt into the bed, your limbs relaxing and your eyes fluttering shut as you lost yourself in the comfort. However, you didn’t notice yourself drifting, and suddenly the quiet serenity of the moment was shattered.

He was standing with his arms crossed, a plate of steaming food set on a table near the bed and an eyebrow cocked as he looked down at you sprawled beneath his sheets. Your eyes opened and you felt embarrassment creep into your bones as you scrambled to get up and pull yourself out of the Supreme Leader’s bed.

“Do you want to try to explain what’s going on here?” He asked monotonously. You stayed silent for a moment, but pushed yourself to answer him.

“It looked comfortable and I was curious. You said I was sleeping here anyway. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your absence.” You looked to his eyes for any sign of anger or disbelief, but he seemed very calm. This couldn’t be the Kylo Ren you’d heard so much about. If it was, you would be dead by now.

“Alright.” He said. Your head tilted in confusion. There was no way he was going to let that slide. No way in Hell. “Your food is on the table. I’m going to shower.” You nodded, still shocked that he seemed to not care about what had just happened. He left you to eat your supper, and the only thing you could think about while you did was how wrong you were about him.

He wasn’t necessarily kind, but he wasn’t merciless. He was cold and distant, but he had yet to hurt you in any way. He was, after all, only a man, and all men have their softness, don’t they? You just couldn’t wrap your head around why you, of all people, were exempt from his anger and violence. You were just as much to blame for disobeying and deceiving him as General Hux, yet Hux almost got murdered and you got.. a promotion. You were confused, to say the least, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because soon enough, Kylo exited the bathroom in only a pair of sweatpants, still drying his hair with a towel and looking toward the floor as he approached you.

You couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t astounded by the muscles on that man. His chest and shoulders were broad, his arms much larger-looking without the cloak and such, and his neck seemed wider than her waist. He was.. huge. As least, compared to her.

“You’re staring.” He said with no intonation. You blushed and looked away for a moment, only turning your attention back to ask him when you’d be going to bed. “Soon. Now would be the time to get ready.” You nodded and scurried to the restroom, quickly brushing your teeth and running a brush through your hair. You looked in the mirror and again, wondered how you got there. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by his deep voice stating your name. “Y/N, you need your rest. Tomorrow will be more hectic than today was.” You sighed and trudged to the side of the bed, which he was already laying in, on his back, the covers only covering his lower half.

You blushed once more at the thought of crawling into his bed, though you knew nothing would be happening between you. As soon as you were comfortably situated on your designated side of the large bed, probably custom made for his towering height, you began drifting off, your thoughts only occupied by the sound of his light, steady breathing beside you, and the occasional shift from him moving the covers as his body cooled.

You slept peacefully through the night, and woke up to the sweet silence of morning. However, you also awoke to two strong, pale arms wrapped around your waist, and your breath landing against Kylo’s neck. How you got here, you didn’t know, but your legs were intertwined with his and his chin was resting atop your head. Not that you were complaining.

He was warm, his skin was smooth, and the rise and fall of his chest against yours was soothing to you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed in the clean scent of his skin mixed with whatever was making his sheets smell like dark chocolate with a hint of mint. You were asleep for another 20 minutes before you felt him stir slightly, removing himself from your grasp and gently resting your limp body against the pillows rather than his shoulder.

Your eyes opened slowly to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt and running a hand through his bed-hair. You sat up weakly and he noticed you were now awake.

“Good morning, Supreme Leader.” You squeaked out with your morning voice. He rolled his eyes gently and sighed.

“You know, you should probably just call me Kylo. Not in front of the others, but when we’re alone.” You nodded, rubbing softly at your sleepy eyes and looking at him for directions. “We still have an hour before I’m to arrive at my first meeting for the day. Hux has everything under control until then. You can go back to sleep for now. I’ll wake you when it’s time to get ready.”

You nod and pull the covers back up over your shoulders, squirming to find the area of warmth you were previously snuggled in, but after about 20 seconds of watching you do so, Kylo felt the need to ask if something wrong. “Are you alright?” You huffed slightly and nodded.

“Just cold. Your sheets cool quickly.” You could have sworn you saw him smirk, but before you could process it, that tiny smile was gone. “What do you usually do in the mornings? When you have extra time?” You knew it was always a risk to ask questions, but you didn’t think he had his bearings after his slumber yet, at least not enough to get fully angry.

“I usually sleep.” He spoke plainly, and you felt guilty. You had taken his bed, and after waking up in the position you were in, he probably felt too embarrassed to climb back in.

“Then sleep. There’s no reason you shouldn’t get some extra rest.” He cocked an eyebrow at you. You knew it was a risk, but you were cold and you would be lying if you said you were disappointed, waking up in his arms.

“I suppose you’re right.” He pulled the covers back over his legs and laid back down, letting his eyes close again as to fall back asleep, but you were still cold.

“Kylo-” Your sentence was interrupted by him turning, wrapping his arms around your waist once more, and pulling you into his chest, resuming the position you two had been in all night.

“Not a word of this to anyone.” He mumbled. You giggled slightly and snuggled into him.

“Yes, sir.”

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