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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years

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General Hux x Female Reader/Kylo Ren x Female Reader

A/N: I literally kicked this out this morning, and I am posting it now before I change my mind. Bring in the Knights… I clearly woke up this morning and chose violence.

Warnings: alcohol, poison, blood, torture, Hux and Kylo finally work together, minor character death. Not a pretty chapter at all.

Word Count: 3530

Read Chapter 12 here on AO3.

Start from Chapter 1 here.

The ride in Kylo’s Command Shuttle was quiet, just the sound of the pilots communicating, a few troopers lounged in the seats behind you and you could feel their gazes upon the back of your neck. Your brain was fried, only a few hours ago you had woken up fully dressed and alone in Kylo’s bed. He hadn’t spoken much, letting you eat breakfast in comfortable silence while he scrolled through a datapad before announcing his business was concluded here and he was withdrawing the fleet from Canto. The unasked question of whether you were coming hung in the air and you chose to ignore it, getting up and dutifully following him to the ship. You were sad to see the beautiful place fall away, maybe once the war was over you could come back. Visions of returning with your arm linked with Hux’s made you smile a little but when they flickered out of existence and were replaced with your arm in Kylo's, your composure slipped.

The shuttle alighted smoothly in the main hangar, the refiltered air filling your lungs and you already missed the freshness of being planet side. It didn’t surprise you that Mitaka was ready and waiting to bring Kylo up to date on the latest, leaving you with a single trooper to escort you to Hux’s quarters.

The ever unchanging silence curled around you, filtering into the cracks of your damaged soul and expanding. Making an ache start in your chest, one you couldn’t suppress until your soft cries pierced the quiet. You had thought long and hard over Hux’s abrupt change in behaviour, bringing you to the conclusion that he was hating himself for opening up to you. For allowing so much of himself to be exposed in one go, so now he was clamming up and pushing you away. It didn’t hurt any less but you supposed it would be like this, one step forward and two steps back. You expelled a long breath thinking it was a dance you were committed to, no matter the outcome.

You had a quick shower, putting on a nightgown and robe now you were once again governed by the day cycle of the ship. You didn’t expect to see Hux tonight so you opened a bottle from the restocked cooler, pouring the clear liquid over a couple of rocks of ice before settling on the couch and picking up the datapad to read the manuscript you were invested in but you couldn’t focus. The words blurred into one on the screen and the alcohol made everything hazy. Your heart jolted when the door opened and you heaved yourself off the couch in surprise, clutching the arm to hold you up as the room spun slightly.

“Armitage,” you mumbled in surprise. “I didn’t…I wasn’t expecting to see you….today—night?” You frowned at your own nonsense. This wasn’t how you wanted him to see you, not now, not when he possibly needed you.

“In all honesty I wasn’t sure you’d be here.” He replied. He carefully put his hat on the table, slowly followed by his gloves and then his coat which he hung on the back of the chair. You watched him approach the cooler, his slender fingers wrapping around the bottle and looking at the label.

“Did you finish work? Are you staying?” Your tongue felt thick, your body was at a fever pitch and you stumbled when you tried to head in his direction.

“Armitage…” you lifted your hand trying to focus on it but your vision blurred. “I can’t…see.”

“What?” His response was whip sharp and you winced against the sudden pounding on your head. You cried out as your legs gave way, collapsing to the floor in a heap. Your vision swam, your breaths were laboured and a tingling sensation was racing over your body. In the dark corner of your mind you realise this wasn’t just too much to drink. You heard him call your name but you were sinking, not able to hold onto him, everything was melting before you. Disappearing into a cloud of black smoke and you couldn’t find your way out.

Hux watched Ren pace up and down the small area outside your private room. Actually it was a medical room set aside for the Supreme Leader, he’d had you directed there when he saw the urgent message for a medic to Hux’s quarters. Every footfall that sounded from the large man set Hux’s teeth on edge but he bit back a rebuke. The force user hadn’t lashed out yet and Hux wasn’t going to give him an excuse. Hux also wondered why he was here, the fleet was chasing down a lead on a new possible Resistance base so surely his attention would be better elsewhere than on Hux’s wife. Both men looked up as the door opened and a Dr came out, his face was grave and Hux felt the blood freeze in his veins.

“Supreme Leader, General. She has been poisoned.” Hux had already deduced that fact and he felt a flash of annoyance that this was being repeated back to him.

“What else?” He demanded abruptly.

“I’ve had to put her in a medically induced coma so her body can recover, it seems there is some damage to her internal organs and…” he swallowed nervously as the two most dangerous men stood glaring at him. “It seems this is one poison we haven’t encountered before.”

“Just put her in a bacta tank,” snipped Hux, not understanding why they were wasting time telling him this.

“They can’t,” rumbled Kylo. Hux frowned, hating the extra insight he had.

“Why not?” He could feel his temper slipping, his teeth clenching together as he glared at the doctor wanting him to answer and not Ren.

“The poison seems to have some bacta resistant qualities….” The floor rolled under Hux and he swayed slightly, if they couldn’t find an antidote the poison would keep eating away at you until your body gave up. “I seem to have slowed the effects, by keeping her body cold and slowing the blood flow but we need an antidote within the week, she won’t be able to stay in this state for long without accruing serious deficits.” Hux wanted to double over, he wanted to accept the pain that erupted from his centre and scream at the floor, but he didn’t. He wanted to barge past the doctor and hold you in his arms, he wanted to rip through his ship and shoot his own troops in the face if they so much as looked at him wrong. It wasn’t until Kylo removed his hand from Hux’s elbow that he realised the Supreme Leader had been holding him upright.

Hux’s feet finally became unstuck from the floor and he moved into the room, his heart in his mouth as he looked at you on the bed. The chill blankets glowed a soft blue colour, a tube was down your throat helping you breathe. Sensors were placed across your forehead and he felt the rage bubble up inside him, who would poison you? Why would someone do this? He also wanted to yell at you for drinking out of a bottle that clearly wasn’t First Order approved, which meant someone planted it and they were still in the ship.

“I’ve already got the Knights tearing through the ship.” Hux resisted rolling his eyes and chose to frown instead.

“Is that wise Ren?”

“Do you want them found?” He snarled, stepping up to the other side of your bed. Hux studied the feral look in his eye, the tenseness of his posture and the hatred that flared in his expression, until his gaze slid to you. His hand rose as though to touch you but thought better of it, curling his leather covered hand into a fist. His expression softened for a moment before looking back up at Hux. “I will let you know if we find anything.”

“Shouldn’t I be there?” Hux asked, not happy to be pushed out of such an investigation of his own personnel.

“Maybe you should stay here and be with your wife,” mumurmed Kylo.

“She’s in a coma. She doesn’t even know what day of the week it is, let alone if I’m here or not.” He couldn’t sit here staring at you, seeing how helpless and weak you were. He wouldn’t be able to sit and watch you waste away before him without doing something to try and stop this.

“Fine.” Hux moved to follow the Supreme Leader out of the room, his fingers flexing and a little ripple of anticipation ran down his spine. It had been a while since he got his hands dirty.

He couldn’t explain it, the way this trooper’s screams fed something twisted inside him. He leaned heavily against the wall of the interrogation room, sweet collected on his upper lip and he swept his damp hair off his brow in a fluid motion. Ren had shed his tunic, his corded muscles bulged, his pale skin flushed as he stretched an arm towards the man kneeling on the floor. Fresh screams erupted from the bound trooper and Hux momentarily closed his eyes as if basking in the sound.

A part of him recoiled at the unwavering way Ren ploughed through people's minds, he showed no mercy and Hux felt a stab of jealousy that Ren himself was clearly going to all this trouble for you. Hux had been told you had breakfast on a private balcony with the Supreme Leader, leaving in a hurry and then you were seen heading to his private room on Canto Bight. Hux wasn’t an idiot, but he had hoped you wouldn’t have stabbed him in the back so early on.

“Ren, stop.” Hux managed to say as the trooper’s heart rate spiked off the charts and the man fell with a clatter to the floor. “Anything?” Hux winced, his voice sounded loud against his tender ears. Kylo rolled his shoulders, sweeping his dripping hair away from his face before shaking his head once. It had been two days, two full days and night of torture, screams and questions all coming up with nothing. Hux gripped the datapad in his hands, his arms trembling as he fought the urge to throw it against the wall, screaming his hatred and frustration out. He’s always looked down his nose at Ren’s temper tantrums but now it was all he wanted to do, to break something or someone, to exercise his absolute fury out until he felt exhausted. He hadn’t slept for two days, he was already at his stimulant limit but he still considered another shot.

“You should rest.”

“No, I'm fine.”

“It wasn’t a request, General. You’re no good to her dead.” Hux contemplated ignoring the order altogether but he knew he needed a rest. He felt stretched, his breaking point was within reach and what good would he be if he was in a bed in the medbay as well? He wordlessly handed over the datapad as medics came to retrieve the trooper.

“You’ll keep going?” He asked brusquely.

“I will see you in 10 hours,” stated Kylo but Hux paused, his coat resting on his forearm.

“Five,” he countered.

“Eight,” Ren shot back.

“Six.”

“Done.” Hux nodded before leaving the room. He had six hours to pass out and then he was going to find out who did this to you.

Kylo waited until Hux had gone before slipping from the room and heading to his own quarters. Ap’lek stood outside the door in full armour, his executioner’s ax grasped in his hand as he stood guard. They didn’t exchange words, they didn’t need to. The door opened and he came face to face with Vicrul, his scythe blade resting on his shoulder ready to swing at a moment's notice. He stepped to the side to let Kylo in, revealing the scene in his quarters. There was a dark haired man kneeling on the floor surrounded by the rest of the Knights, Cardo had his arm cannon pressed into the back of his neck, Ushar had the kinetic charged end of his club in position ready to stun the man if necessary and Trudgen sat before the prisoner running a whetstone along the blade of his vibrocleaver. The sound rang out loud and clear in the silent quarters as he swept the stone with long strikes against the massive blade. Kuruk appeared from the bedroom, performing his checks and making sure the quarters were secure.

Kylo made his way to crouch before the shaking man, slowly running his eyes over the First Order uniform and seeing it was ill fitting.

Has he said anything? Kylo looked up at Trudgeon, the only Knight without his mask on.

No. Came the swift reply followed by another singing note from the blade.

“You won’t get anything out of me.” Kylo turned his attention back to the prisoner.

“We just did,” he stated softly. The prisoner looked up and Kylo could see the man had already surrendered to the idea that he was going to die here.

“The Resistance is not dead. Our spark shines bright in the Galaxy.” Kylo looked at him, just staring as he tried to decide how he was going to play this.

“Vicrul.” The Knight stepped forward and Trudgeon moved out of the way, tossing his chair away with a loud noise. Kylo rose and Vicrul took his place before the prisoner, removing his pastillion ore helmet and placing it carefully on the floor before locking gazes with the prisoner.

Sweat began to bead on the man’s brow, his face quivering the longer Vicrul looked into his eyes. Kylo could feel it, the ripples in the force that his Knight created, the darkness manifested and clung the Resistance fighter, gathering around his head. The other Knights all watched, their own vibrations reacting to their brothers and only the prisoners laboured breathing sounded in the room. It didn’t take long before a scream ripped the air and he began to thrash in the Knights grip, lost in nightmarish visions that only he could see. Kylo let Vicrul have his fun, showing the prisoner visions that would make a Wookiee cower, his screams increasing in pitch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to convulse in the firm grips of Cardo and Ushar.

“Enough,” said Kylo softly. Vicrul broke eye contact and picked up his helmet, the darkness retreated and the prisoner blinked rapidly as though the light was too much for him, his entire body heaved and he looked wildly around.

“What are you going to do to me?” He cried, his voice full of panic.

“It depends what you tell us,” Kylo gestured to the armoured men around him. “My Knights are bored so I suggest you cooperate.”

“Wait wait! Can’t you just search my mind? Take the information for yourself?” Kylo turned away as the Knights shuffled forward, closing ranks around the prisoner.

“Where is the fun in that Major Wexley?” The man was screaming before Kylo had even made it past his door, Kuruk followed and silently traded places with an eager Ap’lek. “Let me know if he says anything. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Kuruk nodded and silently watched his master walk away. They knew where he was going.

Kylo sat at your bedside, his large hand covered yours and echoes of what was happening in his quarters shattered the quiet of his mind. He could feel the force pulsing with the darkside, spreading its touch through the ship. It manifested in different ways, someone pulling a risky move in the training ground and hitting their opponent harder than necessary, an officer shouting at his staff for a simple misdemeanour that should have been dismissed. A fight breaking out in the cantina between two troopers who didn’t like each other, a moment of blind frustration from a medic who threw what he was holding, letting it shatter against the wall.

The Knights had found Wexley trying to slip into a TIE and escape, Kylo hadn’t told Hux. The General was on a cliff edge as it was, Kylo didn’t need him on a murdering spree before all information was dragged from the Resistance pilot, so Kylo let his Knights have a reward. Their energy was chaotic when unused, it needed a release every now and again.

He moved his hand along your cold arm, hating how lifeless you looked, you were still alive. He could feel your light but the warmth was weak and fading. Kylo hoped this pilot had some answers because he didn’t know what he’d do if they didn’t find the antidote in time. He cast a quick eye over the machines noting how your numbers remained steady even though you ebbed ever so slowly away.

He still won’t talk. Kylo sighed, feeling the disappointment in Vicrul’s thoughts.

I’m on my way. He stood, bending over you and peering at your still face for a moment before sweeping abruptly from the room.

The first thing he could feel was the pilot's pain, it radiated out in all directions and Kylo clenched his fists against it. The next thing he noticed was the smell, blood, sharp and tangy against his nose. The floor was slick with the red stains, blood spatter littered the walls in spectacular patterns and Kylo came to a stop looking down at the pitiful man as he bled out onto the floor, his skin was pale, drained of colour because it now painted Kylo’s quarters. He crouched down beside Wexley who was laying on his side, the First Order uniform ripped and tattered, ruined beyond repair much like Wexley himself.

“Are you going to talk?” Asked Kylo softly.

“No.” He admired the man's tenacity, but his time was up. The screams that spewed from him had a hoarse quality, like his throat was too tired, his lungs had no air but Kylo didn’t care as he raced through the man's memories. He had planted the bottle, but it wasn’t meant for you, it was meant for General Hux. The antidote was a plant out in the Teth system. One of the few wild systems left in the Galaxy and travelling there and back again in the time frame left would be a risk, but it was one Kylo was ready to take. He withdrew from the dying Major, his memories growing dark as his body gave up.

“Ready the Night Buzzard,” he demanded. Kylo stood, hearing the last breath from Wexley before moving, his Knights following obediently behind as he began to make his way to the hangar.

Hux woke to the sound of his alarm, swiping it off the screen of the datapad feeling unusually refreshed. He had slept in his uniform so he could get up and find Ren straight away. He walked through the corridors of the Finalizer pleased to see his staff avoiding his gaze as he marched along, this investigation was reminding everyone who was actually in charge here and bringing out Hux’s ruthless side for everyone to see served as another reminder that he wasn’t to be messed with.

He stepped into the interrogation room, taking in the emptiness before turning smartly and heading to the bridge. His lips bruised together in irritation, if Ren had found something and left Hux out he was going to explode. As soon as he entered the bridge Mitaka was at his side.

“Sir, the Supreme Leader gave strict instructions not to wake you.”

“What’s happened?” Snapped Hux.

“The Supreme Leader and the Knights have left for the Teth system.” Mitaka told him.

“Left? What do you mean left?”

“They have gone to retrieve the plant needed for the antidote for….for…..” For you. Hux didn’t have time to pander to his Lieutenant and his sad emotions right now. He tutted, since when did you become such a beloved member to certain people who weren’t him? “He also said to tell you there is a mess in his quarters, but he wanted you to see it before it was cleared up.” Hux left without a word, what an earth could Ren want him to see?

Whatever Hux had imagined on the way to the Supreme Leaders quarters did not prepare him for the sight that met his eyes. Did he really need to see this? Hux was no stranger to torture and death, blood didn’t bother him, violence was his way of life but seeing this gruesome scene did indeed turn his stomach slightly. He also recognised the Knights' handy work.

“Do we know who this is?” He asked a Major who looked rather grey coloured.

“Apparently this is…was Temmin Wexley, Resistance pilot and the person who planted the bottle in your quarters, sir.”

“Clear up this disgusting mess. It has lingered on my ship long enough.” He snapped, displeasure and disgust making his expression contort. He left, stepping the familiar path to the medbay realising now all he had to do was wait. And he hated waiting.

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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Night Terrors

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Requested: Yes!🥰😍😋❤️

It was often hard to believe that you and the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren were dating. Sometimes it felt too good to be true. When you were alone, he was a different person, much kinder, sweeter and dare you think, even sweet.

For as long as you could remember, you’ve suffered from ‘Night Terrors’. Every night it was the same routine. You’d go to sleep only to wake up to tears streaming down your face, while shaking uncontrollably. They hadn’t effected your work until recently. You worked in the Bridge center along with Kylo and General Hux.

Kylo had learned you were force sensitive as well, he often used that to his advantage especially in the work place. Today, was already a rough day. Hux, decided to bury you in weeks worth of paper work, with the deadline being set for tonight. This earned a frustrated groan from you.

“What are you still doing here?”

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turned to scowl at the intruder. Your expression softening, when you realized it was Kylo.

“Hux, gave me a bunch of paper work that he wants to be done by tonight.” Frowning at the thought.

“Well luckily, you’re talking to the only other person who can void your paperwork.” He said softly holding out his hand for you to take.

“But-“

“But nothing. Come on. Let’s go.”

Knowing you weren’t going to win, you huffed in fake annoyance, reaching for his hand only to be caught off guard by the tall man hugging you sweetly.

It was moments like these that you wished you could freeze forever. After a few minutes, he kissed the top of your head taking your hand, and leading you back to your chambers. It was only a couple doors down, from his.

After a while, you both unintentionally created an after work routine together. Together you would head to your chambers after work, he would often change into sweatpants and a fitted tee, you would also change into something more comfortable, which would ironically be similar to what Kylo would wear, considering you would be wearing his clothes.

Once, you realized the routine you had made Kylo a space in your chest drawer in your chambers. It was filled with sweatpants, fitted tees and a sweatshirt. He always secretly admired how you looked in his clothes more often than not he thought you looked better in his clothes than he did.

After your routine, you would eat dinner together and watch some “Earth Shows” as Kylo called them. Tonight, was a Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows kindof night. Kylo has been watching the Harry Potter trilogy with you, it hadn’t been your first time watching or even your first time rewatching them. He would never tell you, but he wasn’t a fan of Harry Potter. But, he couldn’t help but want to watch them with you, knowing they were your favorite movies. He loved how much you lit up just talking about them.

The routine tonight was a little different, but Kylo couldn’t put his finger on it. Usually, you both would cuddle on the couch either spooning, or you would be on top of him. Tonight though, you had fallen asleep with your head on his thigh. He didn’t mind though, taking the opportunity, he ran his fingers through your hair admiring your soft unspoken beauty. Your features, were soft and relaxed, something be wished he could offer you more of. Looking at the clock, it was now midnight. He knew that he needed to go back to his chambers and try to sleep.

Kylo maneuvered so he could stand up without disturbing you. He thought you were at peace, and having sweet dreams. Little did he know, of the horrors that lerked behind your eye lids. It was one of the only things he didn’t know about you. Tucking you into bed, he made his heisty get away.

Once, Kylo had gotten into his chambers, he was greeted with unwelcoming feeling, something he could never get used to. Your chambers seemed to always have a warm welcoming feeling to it. He decided he would make a mental note for now.

Entering his bedroom, he quickly snuggled under the covers. Desperately, wishing you were next to him to keep him warm and snuggled. That was something he always missed every night. By now it was it was already 2:30am. It was going to be a long day, letting out an agitated sigh. He couldn’t sleep. Making his way to the living room, maybe he could watch one of your favorite “Earth shows,” to pass the time.

There was an odd feeling that he could sense coming from you. It was something he often felt but wasn’t sure what to make of it. Today, however he was overwhelmed with the feeling of being terrified. As soon as he realized it was coming from your room, he bolted out of his chambers down to yours, lightsaber in hand.

When, he realized there was no threat he put his lifesaber down on your nightstand. It wasn’t until he saw your confused saddened face that he put it together. Night Terrors.

“It’s okay my love. Come with me.” He cooed while maneuvering to pick you up bridal style.

“Kylo! I can walk!”

“I know baby. Just let me take care of you for once.”

Placing you on the left side of his bed, he moved to his normal side of the bed which was closer to the door. He moved so that he was on his side facing you, and you were on your side facing him. Taking his chance, he brought his hand up to your face lightly running the back of his fingers up and down.

“Do you want to go back to sleep? I could make you some tea if you’re up for it?”

His hospitality caught you off guard.

“No, honey. I’m okay. I just want to cuddle with you.”

Nodding, he pulled you on top of him, head pressed to his chest, so he could run his fingertips up and down your back to soothe you.

“Move in with me.”

“What?”

“Most of your stuff is here anyway.” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair before continuing, “I want to protect you, even from dream villains.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain in my life.”

Pushing your self up, you placed a chaste kiss to lips in which he returned. Smiling happily at each other you responded, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

There was a long pause.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kylo.”

Resuming your previous position, the warmth of your conversation, and exhaustion took over. It wasn’t long before the both of you were snoring snuggled messes.

Kylo’s, alarm was suddenly blairing, waking you both up.

“Goodmorning, Beautiful.”

“Goodmorning, Handsome.”

You and Kylo decided that you should spend the day moving in the stuff from your chambers, to his chambers. He didn’t tell you but once he got to the bridge, he ordered a couple Storm Troopers to help you. He hadn’t heard General Hux come in, and he wasn’t all too pleased with what he had to say.

“Oh my god. You’re in love.”

Kylo didn’t respond as he force flung Hux against the bridge wall without even bothering to move a muscle. He was thankful for deciding to wear his mask today, since his comment made he smile and make a blush spread across his cheeks.

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Twelve

A/N: I’m sorry for writing mean things like this <3

Rating: M

Warning: Poe’s a jerk. Poe is kinda empty. Reader is depressed and has some suicidal thoughts. Lots of arguing here!

Word count: 2,058, apparently!!

Summary: Any interaction with Poe turns into an argument as he continues to seemingly hide behind a cruel personality.

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Tags: @marvelous-revengers @the-lady-of-stars @jxhn-mxrphy @ella-solei @chloe-skywalker @itsamedeemoney @shakespeareanwannabe @mxrvel-fxnxtic

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You no longer spoke to Poe.

You didn’t really look at him.

You even refused to be in the same room as him if you didn’t have to be.

All you saw when you looked at him was the man who used you for stress relief and acted like there’d never been anything between you more than sex.

It was easy to leave most rooms he was in when you shut off part of your heart.

Without need to fret about his well being, you were lighter and freer in a way that you pretended didn’t make you empty.

The nightmares started now that you were alone in your quarters again, though, and instead of being in there, you were tinkering on secondhand ships you’d acquired and loading yourself up on the strongest caf that could be made — which was still mostly warm water.

You retrieved your third cup of caf and were returning to your base’s half-constructed ship maintenance when you heard tools clanging against metal.

Hadn’t you been alone when you’d been working on a dented, filthy X-wing?

Perhaps you’d dozed off for a second as you waited for your cup to fill, but you were pretty certain you didn’t fall asleep standing there long enough for it to be morning.

You followed the sound to an ancient A-wing that no one could get the engine to work on and saw a head full of dark, curly hair that you’d tugged on a few times.

If you hadn’t been sure of who it was tinkering on the ship, your thoughts were confirmed as Poe looked over his shoulder at the sound of your footsteps.

“You following me now?” A cruel little tease when he knew you wanted nothing to do with him and thought it’d be fun to imply you were obsessed with him.

You supposed it only stung since he knew you’d considered your relationship to be a lot more than he did and he was turning it into a joke.

Your legs moved to retreat from the room, but there was nothing else to do and you’d already left rooms a hundred times when he entered them or you saw he was in them.

He didn’t have the right to make you leave the room and you moved back to the X-wing you’d been fixing to the best of your ability.

You would simply pretend he wasn’t there and keep to yourself.

Not saying a word, you walked to the ship you claimed and sat on a crate underneath it.

A long sip of your caf and you were ready to get out of your head, to put your hands to work in peace.

Which might have been easier to achieve if Poe wasn’t doing what sounded to be ramming every tool into the loudest part of the A-wing.

Every time you were really working on a part of your ship, he would make some sort of clattering noise that made your shoulders tense almost painfully.

You flinched and broke a little piece off the ship, and that was when you knew you couldn’t work with him around.

“Can you please be more quiet?”

“I’m trying to fix this ship...y’know, the one no one else is fixing?”

“And I appreciate that very much, but I can’t do my work on this one with you banging away at it constantly.”

“I thought you liked when I banged away at things?”

Your movements were steadily becoming angrier the more you talked to him, but the innuendo was said while your hands were around a bunch of wires and you yanked.

The torn out wires sent sparks raining down on you and you yelped, falling off your crate and scrambling out from under the ship. “Kriff!”

Poe dropped his tools and walked over to you a little quickly as if he might be concerned, but the upside down face you were seeing from your angle was smirking.

He crouched down. “You seem pretty stressed. Maybe we should have sex again.”

You rolled onto your hands and knees and the glare in your eyes must’ve been something; Poe quickly straightened to his full height as you rose to your feet like some mystical force — it was your very human anger in reality — was guiding you.

He even stumbled back a little at the speed with which you stood in front of him.

It seemed like he was intimidated by you and it was almost sweet.

“I know you’re pushing me away. But I don’t care. Push me away. Or, oh, don’t talk to me at all! I don’t care if you’re sad or if you think about your time with the First Order every moment. You’re not my problem. Stars, I can’t look at you anymore, Poe.”

And you didn’t, turning to look for a tool you needed.

“I was serious about the having sex thing. I mean, you’re good. We have fun.”

You bristled and slammed whatever hammer or wrench you were holding down, but your anger morphed into something a little sadder when you looked at him again.

“—I thought that you loved me. You said that you loved me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you— didn’t.” Your gaze was less sure now as you realized General Hux had been the one to say Poe was in love with you; but he didn’t look at you and didn’t deny it which was him confirming it shamefully, right?

“Having sex in that A-wing might actually make it useful for something.”

“Look, Poe, either way...that—that night when you said I was beautiful and we made love in the Falcon...maybe it was nothing to you, but it meant something to me.”

“Why? It’s not like you love me.”

His comment hurt you with a hard heart or a soft heart, since he was right.

But you were trying.

If he could be himself again, you would trust him enough to open your heart and try a relationship out with him.

You wanted to love him more than anything, but you had shielded yourself against him now that he’d broken your heart in one of the worst ways you hadn’t imagined he would ever do.

“And riding a guy in a cockpit isn’t exactly something I would call meaningful.”

You froze. All those little thoughts you had about wanting him to be himself and tell you what was going on in his head and allow you to love him were now frozen, cracked, falling apart into something you weren’t sure could be put back together.

You didn’t realize that you’d slapped him hard across the face until you heard the smack echo across the room and your palm burned.

His head turned to the side a little from the strength you put behind your assault and his jaw ticked as he turned to stare at you blankly, and you didn’t care whatsoever about his cheek slowly reddening.

He took a moment you thought had been special to both of you and rearranged it like it was something you should be ashamed of doing; like you were a whore for a lack of a nicer term.

“I thought you were a good man,” your voice cracked slightly as Poe Dameron easily broke through the shell around your heart for a moment.

Something flickered in his eyes briefly, but it was too quick for you to pinpoint what the emotion was.

Not that you cared.

This was the last time you would let him break you.

When he broke your heart once, you decided to take his problems off of yourself and let him figure it out on his own, but a small part of you hoped he would eventually be successful and come to you as himself with love; you didn’t think that was possible anymore.

“I thought I could love you, but I hate you.”

You didn’t stay around to hear his response, shoving past him and walking out quickly.

And you left him in the room alone.

It almost seemed empty even though he was still standing there staring after you.

The room was empty whether Poe Dameron was in it or not.

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Of course Leia sent Poe on a mission with you.

Both of you were as quiet as you’d been since escaping from the First Order, and no one noticed the coldness in your relationship since your fights were in private.

You didn’t want to be with Poe anywhere on the base and definitely not alone with him on a mission.

Now you were stalking behind him on the planet where you were supposed to be making a deal with their government, mutually pretending the other wasn’t there.

“Go straight,” was the only thing you’d said to him since you left; the comms in your ships were silent and your walking was silent.

“Their building is right.”

“It’s straight ahead, Poe.”

“I was the one in charge of the coordinates for this.”

“No, this was my mission and I made sure I knew exactly where I was going.”

“Then it’s a good thing Leia asked me to come with you.”

“The building is right kriffing there!”

You practically screamed it, stopping Poe in his tracks as people looked over and some native birds were spooked from trees.

He was riling you up like you promised yourself you wouldn’t let him do.

Looking apologetic, you breathed deeply to calm yourself.

“You touch yourself?”

“—I beg your pardon?”

“I asked if you touch yourself at all.”

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

Poe shrugged. “Maybe you would be a little less testy if you tried that out.”

Arguing was incredibly draining, but Poe was giving you no choice but to have one more with him.

Then you could let your general know when you got back to the base that you would no longer be working with him.

Perhaps what you were about to say to him was mostly to hurt him or perhaps there was some truth to it at this point.

“You know why I’m testy now, Poe?” You stood in front of him when he started in the correct direction for the building you needed.

“You don’t like me.”

“I hate this. And I hate you. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about everything that happened to me and everything I did there. I thought we might be able to help each other to heal from it and what happens? You treat me like I’m a body you don’t care about for you to relieve your stress in. You tell me what we’ve done together means nothing to you and that I’m wrong for finding meaning in it. Sometimes I wish that…” You didn’t realize you were walking towards him until your noses were practically touching.

You briefly wondered if you should stop, but you needed this.

The one person who could help you and understand you was becoming another thing that only hurt you.

Your words were true.

Maybe you thought you were crazy and didn’t want to admit them out loud, but they were true.

“Sometimes I wish Hux pulled the trigger. But you told him not to. You begged him to let me live and now I have to live with this. I’m supposed to live with these memories of what was done to me and what you’ve done to me forever. I wish you had let me die. I don’t want to live now.”

Poe stared at you and you weren’t paying attention to whatever emotions were in his eyes.

Had he even heard what you said?

You had no idea.

Part of you almost hoped he didn’t hear the darker parts of your admission.

“I’m telling Leia that I will no longer be working with you once we’re back at base.”

You didn’t look forward as you continued towards the building, assuming that his eyes widening slightly and looking past you was him not caring about all you said to him.

Then you walked into someone’s chest.

Any words disappeared when you looked up at the person in front of you.

A whimper from you and he smiled darkly.

“Weren’t you saying something about me pulling a trigger of some sort? I would happily try again if you wish.”

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The Hidden Purpose || Armitage Hux x Reader

Summary: You're member of Resistance that was caught and transported to First Order's ship. You're interrogated by General Hux himself but he isn't able to break you. At first opportunity you run away but are caught once again and this time Hux does whatever he can to assure you he's a good man and wants nothing but your freedom. Unfortunately, you believe him, which results in a rough sex in his chamber few days later. Little do you know that he has a plan for you, not necessarily with a happy ending.

Warnings: Physical abuse, smut, death

Words: 3768

Request by: @huxshoe

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Hux was happy like never before, not everyday he was able to put hand on the mind of resistance.

Interrogation didn't go well, you were stubborn but oh, how delighted he was seeing your facade crumbling more and more with every electrical shock the interrogation chair was sending through your body. Hux knew you will break, everyone did at some point, and you weren't any different than all previous unbreakable people he welcomed in this chair.

The most unexpected thing came when he got a message about your failed attempt of escaping the ship in one of the fighters.

Armitage had to admit you were really brave and very stupid at the same time.

After receiving the message about you being captured once again, he ordered the troopers to bring you to an empty cell.

It was time for you to learn that disobeying First Order and him was a bad idea.

A cold floor of the cell wasn't the only inconvenience you've experienced lately.

Sitting on the polished flooring with your back pressed to equally cold wall wasn't something you were dreaming about, yet you were thankful to the Force to be still alive, with your rebellious heart beating hardly within your chest.

General Hux walked into the cell in the company of two troopers.

He was dressed as always, black uniform, heavy boots and a black coat dropped over his shoulders.

"So? Was it worth it? Running away again, you didn't get too far anyway," Hux said almost giggling but he did his best to keep the tone of his voice serious and cold like it used to be always.

You threw him a cold glance without replying to his words, you found it pointless to even talk to the man who was simply responsible for death of many innocent people.

He walked to you and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

"Oh? This time nothing to say? That's odd, all of you always have mouth full of rebel shit to spread around."

Hux took a good look on you.

"Such a shame. Pretty face, pretty body and it's going to waste so easily," Armitage muttered.

"Fuck off, bastard," you hissed and grabbed his hand to pull it off your chin. "Don't touch me or I'll snap your fucking neck, traitor," hissing you crawled away.

Your leg was injured and it was hard for you to stay nor move.

Armitage looked at you and shook his head, then he moved glance at the troopers.

"Bring me a med kit. I will need it," Hux ordered and stormtroopers immediately followed his words.

Few minutes have passed and one of soldiers returned with med kit. Armitage took it and sent soldier away.

"Anyway, I bet it must be really uncomfortable with this big gash on your leg, love."

You frowned hearing him calling you love.

"Who do you think you are?," Growling, you got up slowly and supported yourself against the wall. "Stop talking to me, you ginger scum."

Armitage saw your internal struggle to keep yourself on your feets.

"Well, I am a general. That's who I am, love," he explained walking closer to you. "Come on, sit down now and no need to be rude. Be respectful, get the respect," Hux shrugged.

When he somehow got you to sit down and show him your leg without kicking him right in the face, he felt disgusted.

It's not that he was scared of blood or something, he couldn't believe that it was your blood. Him, the general of First Order, playing a fucking doctor with a rebel scum only to get some informations which taking your rank won't be too useful.

Thanks to the force for the gloves, he thought to himself.

"You see, I guess I am not that bad. I help enemy in need," Hux joked dryly before pressing a cotton pad dipped in the antiseptic to your wound.

Despite angst you felt in your soul and despite the disgust you felt towards this man, you let him treat your wound.

"Why the hell are you doing this? Wouldn't it be easier to kill me?," You asked rapidly.

He looked at you and raised his eyebrow. Oh, how much he wanted to wrap both of his hands around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.

"Well, as you see, it's not easier, love. If it would, I wouldn't be stopping myself from taking your life away," Hux explained and gave you a cold, clearly fake smile.

Despite the lack of knowledge when it comes to wounds, he was a general, not a fucking nurse after all, Armitage did a neat job with taking care of your wound.

"So? I think I did a nice job, huh?"

You looked at him and moved glance to your wound. Indeed, he treated it pretty well.

"Not bad as for the general," you shrugged and checked if the bandage was wrapped not too tightly so the blood could easily circulates in your leg. "What you want me to do in return? Come on, we both know you didn't do this without a reason, I'm not an idiot," informing him, you looked into his green eyes.

Hux chuckled and shook his head.

"Am I really that bad? How come when I tell you I did all of this just because you are beautiful, young woman and I couldn't look at the suffering you put yourself trough?"

You couldn't believe what you heard. Tilting your head aside a little, you blinked few times.

"I don't know what kind of shit they're giving you and your people but you sound delusional," you snorted. "Since when one of the most important members of the First Order compliments some rebel scum, huh, general Hux?"

"I don't know what your beloved princess taught you but for sure this weren't good manners, love. Such a pretty face but such a dirty mouth," Hux rolled his eyes. "I do this since that rebel scum has a very pretty face," Armitage answered.

Not being sure how to behave, you simply smiled his words away.

"If you're being so kind and sweet on me, let's make a deal. You'll let me go and I won't tell anyone that you got soft around me."

General simply laughed.

"You are a cute one but I am not afraid of such a rumors," he said with a shrug.

"Too many of female and male part of First Order tried to use them. Soon people stopped believe, love," Armitage shrugged off the coat and put it around your shoulders. He knew the cells were mostly cold so prisoners could be hold in them for a longer time and looking at your half-torn clothes he knew you were cold in there.

In first moment you wanted to throw the coat off your shoulders but as soon as you felt a nice warmth of it, you accepted it. Apparently the coat was still warm from his warmth.

"Thanks," you mumbled quietly and wrapped flaps of the clothing around your figure. "Answer me, am I going to die here?"

"Well. Without protection for sure," he hummed without much of thinking, Armitage looked at you.

He had to admit you were a pretty one. Almost as pretty as the girls he often ordered to his room but this didn't matter.

"But you are lucky today, love. You can be under my protection and be completely free from any side of conflict," general said.

You frowned at his words yet got interested in the opportunity of being freed soon.

"Tell me more," you asked simply and inhaled the strong scent of his fragrance from the coat. He was using a nice cologne, you had to admit.

Ginger general smiled to himself mentally. You caught the bait, his little trick was working. Women were easy after all.

Hux smiled at you.

"You know my rank is high, love. I know many people, even the ones that live outside the war hell," he dared to get closer to you and gently cup your cheek, his thumb moved across the soft skin.

"I can easily find a shelter for you, love. Everything to make you safe."

"What in return?," You asked openly.

It would be too simple to trick First Order with a help of their general. Entire thing stank but you were helpless and willing to hear him out.

Hux shrugged, opening his arms.

"Nothing, love. Some love and affection that everyone needs. Do I like it or not I fell for you."

Armitage cringed inside, love wasn't the feeling he wanted or needed. He hated the whole situation taking fact to whom he was speaking. General confessing to a rebel, what a joke.

You slowly cocked brows.

"No way," you told him and got up to get into his level. "No fucking way," you repeated and slowly went to door, supporting yourself against the wall. You pounded them few times and tried to open them but you didn't succeed. "Open this fucking door."

Armitage walked to the door and punched in the code. The door slid open and man bowed his head.

"Here you go, Y/N. No need to be rude."

This got you off the guard.

You looked at the empty corridor, then back at him. The freedom was ahead, you only had to reach your hand out...

Instead of getting out of the chamber, you took step back and shivered all over your body.

In the back of your head you saw yourself trying to run away with that injured leg and being shot with a blaster at nearest corner. It was too risky in your state. You weren't ready and it was more than sure you wouldn't make it through their base. Not alone. But with him... With him it might work.

"Okay," you swallowed hardly and looked at him. "I agree."

Armitage simply offered you his hand.

"Come on, don't shiver."

General took you to his quarter.

The room was really nice, big and filled with needed stuff. Nice desk, big bed, small coffee table, couch and many other things.

"I hope you will like it here."

Hux couldn't believe himself, what he had to do for the First Order. To let scum into his own room was a huge commitment from his side and he never knew he was capable to do something like this.

Armitage giggled, he couldn't believe in your words.

"I am the general. I know what you think about us but like you see, First Order takes a good care of people working for them."

Armitage took your hand and placed a kiss on your palm, much to his disgust.

"And I can take care of you.”

You didn't reply and deep inside you were screaming. Disgust almost made you vomit but you pretended to cough a little.

It was warm enough in the chamber so you took the coat off and handed it back to its owner.

"Thanks."

Hux nodded and took the coat to hide it into the wardrobe.

"Kitten's name is Millicent," he added quickly.

You walked to his bed and knelt down, you started stroking cat's ear what caused a symphony of purring.

"Am I still a monster?," Hux asked.

He was getting tired of his whole play, he needed information now. Few more minutes and he will probably shoot you himself.

"So. What exactly do you need?," You asked still petting his cat. "You took me out of the cell so I owe you something."

Millicent laid herself on the back, exposing her belly to you in a hope to get some rubs yet you got up and walked to back to general.

Hux shrugged.

"As I said, all I need is some love and affection."

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It took Hux whole painful and annoying week to make you see a good man in him. There was so many times that he wanted to shoot or simply stab you and watch you bleed out but he controlled himself.

Although the information you held might be useless, there still was a tiny shadow of hope that you knew more, after all you have been often seen around Leia or other important figure.

Finally one day, he had you sitting on his desk.

Face all red, breath heavy and eyes clouded with arousal.

Armitage was proud of himself.

He was always taught he was nothing, that he was useless and now here he was, with woman he seduced completely by his own.

With legs parted by his hips, you were playing with buttons of his black, satin shirt.

"I can't believe what I'm doing," you told him as you unbuttoned two last buttons and opened his shirt, revealing the pale skin of his.

Hux smiled at you and easily unbuttoned your white shirt he provided by himself as gift to soften you.

"If I can be fully honest, I am happy you finally accepted my feeling, love," Hux purred grabbing your hand. "You're the one that will shed the clothes. I have meeting in half an hour and I don't want to look improperly," Armitage announced before kissing you deeply, his tongue was pushed into your mouth as his hands worked on taking your shirt off.

You helped him with your shirt and soon dropped it to the floor, revealing your half-naked body to the ginger general. Looking up at him you slipped off the counter of his desk to strip off your pants as well.

Hux stepped back and watched happily.

He imagined you as one of the working girls, there was no other way for him to accept you - the rebel scum getting that close to him, the general.

"Very nice," Armitage purred as he looked at your completely naked form right in front of him.

He grabbed your sides and surprisingly easily sat you back on the desk. "You won't regret it, love."

Soon Hux was opened a fly in his pants and freed his cock.

To his own surprise the probably idiotic idea of imagining you as whore helped him get hard.

You parted your legs for him and took a hold onto his stiffened length to give it few long strokes, clenching palm from time to time.

You felt disgust towards yourself. Being so close to the most important figure in First Order, in such a situation. You felt dirty, like a real whore whom you partly became only to get your freedom back.

Armitage smiled and kissed you deeply removing your hand from his memeber.

He slowly guided himself inside you, making sure to be really gentle.

You laid your back on the desk and wrapped legs around his hips.

It's been a longer while since you were having sex for the very last time and you felt like it would be the first time for you, you walls were clenched so tightly that Hux had to work a little before slipping his shaft fully in.

Hux didn't had time for this, pulling out he spat on his hand and pumped his cock to make his shaft slick. Then, he pushed right back in, without even trying to be gentle this time.

You let out a quiet whimper and rubbed your clit few times, just to make yourself slick.

"Hux!," You whimpered and looked up at his dignified figure.

"What is it, love?," He asked, hovering over you, his hips moved like a pistons. Armitage was pushing deep inside you with every thrust.

Moaning loudly you let him taking you as much as he wanted. In the way he wanted.

His cock was slamming in and out of your tight pussy, making you vulnerable at his every touch.

"Look at you, such a good girl. You will be mine now," he purred bending down to kiss your neck and then moved lower to your breasts.

You were moaning through clenched teeth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed his temples, rolling hips to meet each of his thrusts.

Hux's lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

Somehow he was able to pick up his pace.

His hand cupped your cheek.

"Are you a good girl, love?," General asked with a soft, quiet purr in his voice.

You nodded taking a hold onto his hand like it would be the only thing on which your life depended.

"I am!"

Oh, how happy he was to see your reaction. After all his efforts was worth something.

Hux focused on hitting that one particular sweet spot to force the answer out of you.

"So, will you tell me where the rest of resistance is, love?," Ginger man gasped.

"Planet of Crait!," You screamed and wrapped legs tighter around his hips to deepen his moves.

Hux's cock was sliding easily in your pussy, sending a huge waves of pleasure to every nerve of your body, in the result of this you weren't able to control yourself any longer.

"How many of you?," He asked simply pushing harder in your pussy, your walls were clenching nicely around his shaft, hugging it tightly.

"I... Don't... Fuck! I don't know!"

He smiled giving you few harder thrusts, his hands moved between your bodies to aggressively rub your clit.

"What is your princess planning?"

"She wants.... Ah!," You couldn't focus when he was teasing your spot with the tip of his throbbing cock. "She wants to reunite with rest of Republic but till now no one responded to her call!"

That was it.

This was all he needed, finally he could quit this game.

Armitage pulled his dick away and grabbed your hair tightly, tugging on them to throw you off the table to the floor.

"Finally!," He growled and kicked you right in the stomach with his combat boot while shifting his cock back into pants and improving them.

Hux laughed maniacally and rubbed his hands together.

You gasped at the sudden emptiness but as soon as he threw you off the desk and you hit your back against the marble floor, you let out a loud, short scream and rolled into a ball.

Hux smiled and kicked you few more times just for simple fun. After that he ordered Phasma to pay him a visit.

After few minutes Captain walked into the room.

"General," woman said and looked at you. "I see the plan worked. Where are we heading?"

Armitage looked at your hopeless body on the floor.

"Planet of Crait. There shouldn't be much of them, poor Princess got no answer for her useless cry for help," he explained and Phasma nodded.

"I will prepare the troops, shall I send someone here as well?,"" Woman asked.

"Yes. I can't look at her anymore. And make sure to send in troops that really can shoot. I don't want them to miss," Hux ordered.

After Phasma left he walked up to you and pulled your hair once again forcing you to look at him.

”Look at yourself, poor, tiny rebel and where is your wonderful princess now? I used you and got what I wanted, just like I always do, and you? Beaten up and used, left to die by people who claimed to fight for the good side," he chuckled darkly. "No one came, no one cared. This is how good your people and princess are."

You shivered hardly when tears rolled down your cheeks.

Deep inside you were reconciled with the fact they'll kill you one day. But you happened to trust that guy. He claimed to help you and it was all a lie.

Naked, beaten, you looked into his eyes, trying to keep your facade unshaken.

"Please, don't!," You screamed grabbing him by sleeve.

He pushed you away and kicked you again, harder than before.

"And why shall I not, huh, rebel scum?"

"Please, don't do this! You ain't like them, I see this!," You cried and wiped your lips from blood after his kick.

Hux's face softened, he walked to you and really gently helped you to get up back on your feet.

He cradled you in his arms and kissed your cheek, moving closer to your ear.

"You are right, love. I am not like them," you could feel him smiling against your ear. "I am worse."

Just in the same moment two soldiers walked inside the room. They looked confused.

"Ah! Here are our guests, love. Come on be a good girl!," Ginger general frowned, forcing you to kneel. "Any last word, sweetheart?"

You sobbed loudly, it was pointless to control any of your emotions.

Your knees hurt of kneeling on the polished, cold floor, the injured leg was hurting the most.

You raised your head and looked at the ginger man.

"Yes, actually," you snapped and when tear rolled down your cheek, you gasped. "I have the last thing to add."

"Spit it out, woman," Hux ordered looking at you.

You smiled at him like you'd be overwhelmed by pure bliss.

"You cannot be sure if I said the truth."

Hux wasn't going to fall for such a play.

"Very well, I will send your body on the planet you told me about. Your friends will neither receive it and bury your with honours or your corps will rote on the forsaken planet, not like I'd care. You've chosen your grave. Fire," Hux yelled.

Soon the floor was painted red.

Hux stood there, not moving by the whole execution. It wasn't first nor last time he was witnessing something like this.

"You idiots! I got blood on my new shoes!," He growled at troopers and sighed deeply, rubbing bridge of his nose. "Just send someone to take her away. Make sure the corps will be sent on her planet and get someone to fucking clean this mess."

Millicent jumped off the bed she was napping at and walked to Hux. She rubbed her side against his combat boot and ran happily towards your dead body. She licked your pale cheek and laid next to your head, purring.

Hux looked at you, he kinda felt bad for you.

You were a really young woman, maybe in your early twenties and yet you ended up like this, just because you wanted to do something you thought was good for people that didn't care.

Even if Armitage felt guilt building up deep in his guts, he had to shake it off.

This was a war and there were only two sides: winners and losers.

First Order was going to be a winner at all costs and he had to make sure of it.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 46

Warning, PLEASE CHECK TAGS IF YOU SEE SOMETHING YOU DON’T WANT TO READ THEN DON’T READ.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 46: Packing Up Again

The pressure behind your ear was there again, as was pressure on your lower stomach. You woke up to Kylo kissing and marking that spot again, both of his hands rested on your lower stomach, threatening to drift even lower. “Good morning, Kitten we have a lot to do today,” as he said this, his hands added more pressure. “First we must go to training.” And his lips moved to kiss your ear. He pulled you up along with him, to get ready for the day.

You dressed in a simple boat neck top with cropped trousers and flats. Seeing as it was something simple and similar to your minimalist old wardrobe. The top showed off most of the dark lovebites Kylo has left you, you thought no one this morning would be too shocked to see them, and you were too lazy to find something else to wear.

This outfit choice seemed to please Kylo, while you finished getting ready in front of the bathroom vanity he took the opportunity to darken some of the fading spots all while his hands groped and finally rested once more on your lower stomach. His lips came to your ear, “You look beautiful Kitten, but I am afraid it is time for us to head to my training.” You quickly finished up the last few touches you needed to do before his arm wrapped around your waist and led you out of your chambers. You gave your usual greeting to the lieutenant on the way out.

Somehow you felt better than you had the day before, last night’s dinner and sweet dreams had put you in an overall better mood. On the walk over, Kylo’s lips kept finding ways to kiss your ear and hair. Apparently he was in a better mood too. You entered the room and Kylo stopped to put you in your usual place next to Phasma and Hux, but before he let you go he placed a kiss on your lips. This being the first time both showed such affection in front of anyone. The room seemed to stop around you, everyone stared. He then turned and proceeded to work with the knights.

The room then filled with chatter, people whispering and conversing with those around them. You had no doubt they were all speaking about you.

“I see my advice worked then,” said Phasma, the first to break the silence in your group.

“It did, and I must thank you,” you responded with a small smile. You could still feel the warmth of his lips on your own. And for a few moments, you could feel the buzz of the Force around you.

“Are you prepared to leave m’lady,” asked Hux.

His words shook you out of your happy state. You were leaving, and not returning for who knows how long. You would be confined to the metal walls of a spaceship, surrounded by strangers.

“Yes, for the most part. I still need to pack,” you lied, well you partially lied. You were not ready to fully leave your home, but in many ways, you knew that your home had already said goodbye to you. Your people forgetting themselves and soon, you would too. Leaving parts of yourself all over the galaxy. You would transform fully into a woman whom you did not know. This scared you, this unknown change that you were undertaking. When would it stop? Who would you become?

“Of course m’lady, I have received instructions that the Steadfast will approach Mars during your usual lunchtime, we will disembark and you will take your lessons with your new ladies-in-waiting as they help you unpack. You should find your chambers onboard the Supremacy to be much better than those of the Steadfast ,” said Hux.

The lieutenant appeared with your usual cup of Stimcaf made just right. After taking a sip you asked, “how much better are they?”

“Well, they are much larger, there is a personal bar in your chambers and large sitting room. A large kitchen and dining room. The Supremacy is the largest of our ships so these chambers are your castle m’lady. I believe the Supreme Leader also has some surprises for you,” said Hux.

“Surprises, I suppose you can’t give me any hints,” you ask.

“No m’lady I think it wise if I did not,” replied Hux. As he said this you could see Kylo focus on you for a moment before returning back to fight.

“Will you two be joining us on the Supremacy,” you asked looking between them.

“We will m’lady, we are always at the Supreme leader beck and call, so it is easier to be near him than halfway across the galaxy unless he is the one who sent us there,” replied Phasma. As she was saying this you saw General Pryde saunter over to your group.

“M’lady I am afraid this will be the last time we shall see each other for a while,” said Pryde. His voice laced with something that you could not put your finger on, but you could see his eyes drift over the marks that Kylo had left and it made your stomach roll with disgust.

“Watch your self Pryde,” you heard Hux cut in quickly. He was watching the general look at you and you could see it on his face that he was not pleased with the situation.

“But sir I was only coming over here to bid farewell to Lady Ren, and to offer her and the Supreme Leader a congratulation.” His eyes sweeping over you once more before meeting Hux with a deceitful smirk.

Hux asked the question for you with raised brows, “what congratulation would that be? Is it one that you have been reprimanded for before?”

You could see Pryde swallow back fear, before he bowed and walked away without another word. “That’s what I thought,” said Hux. “If I could have had that man executed ages ago I would have, but he always seems to just barely keep himself out of trouble. If he was as minutely honorable as his former colleagues he would have been dead by now.”

You were glad to know that Hux disliked him, it made you feel safer. “Why does the Supreme Leader keep him around?”

“Because some of the old empire sympathizers want someone of his status still around. If we were to get rid of him, it may make our relationships with them more difficult,” said Hux. “If we can get you to be a good enough diplomat there shall be no more need for him.”

This perked you up a bit, now you had a reason to care about your lessons, a bit of true motivation. If it meant that man would be gone you would gladly take the most boring lecture classes available. You could see that Hux noticed this too and gave you a small nod and smile.

The training was wrapping up and you could see that it was your time to go. Kylo came to your side and stole a kiss from your lips before wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you back to your chambers. You ate breakfast together hand in hand before he went off to shower and go about some of his duties.

After Kylo kissed you goodbye Ap’lek and Vicrul entered the room to keep a watch on you from the inside. They removed their helmets. “Good morning, sweetheart,” said Ap’lek with his usual drawl.

“The boss wants us to keep a close eye on you,” said Vicrul with a smirk. They both then put their helmets back on, just before the seamstress, that was to assist you packing, arrived.

The seamstress, yourself and the lieutenant went into the bedroom and started to pack. You should really thank Phasma for reminding you to get the largest luggage set they had available, as you were seeming to need every single bag, trunk and case.

The seamstress made sure every garment was packed away properly to prevent damage and wrinkles to any of them, the lieutenant read off what a garment was, and filed away what bag it was put into. It took you about four hours to fully finish packing everything. The seamstress made sure to put in scented sachets and tissue paper to make sure everything stayed nice. You mostly helped put away the accessories and your toiletries. Once everything was packed away you called on some stormtroopers to carry your things down to the hangar where they would be loaded onto the command shuttle.

You only had about 10 minutes before Kylo was to return for lunch, you dismissed the lieutenant so he could go pack his own belongings to join you on the Supremacy. You were left alone with the two knights once more. They took off their helmets once everyone had left.

“Got enough stuff sweetheart,” asked Ap’lek you could see a playful smirk on his face.

“Don’t tease the girl, she is taking the boss for all he’s worth. And I don’t blame her,” said Vicrul who lightly punched his fellow knight in the arm.

“I was told I needed to look like an empress, so I have acquired items to do so. I was also not given any budget so I ran with it,” you explained. “And Phasma gave me the idea to do so.”

The smirk on Ap’leks face turned into a frown, “I once saw her as a formidable opponent, but she has a lesson to learn after what happened to you sweetheart.”

“She is not responsible for what happened to me, both times she was following my direct orders and if you remember, she broke one of those orders to save my life.”

“As is her duty, but we would have never have let that happen,” responded Vicrul placing a hand over his heart.

“You will forgive her. I have unless you wish for me to ask your boss to do so?” As you said this the door opened and Kylo stepped in.

“What are you asking me to do,” asked Kylo still with his helmet on, the tone feeling more menacing than he probably meant it to be.

“Tell them to forgive Phasma, she was only following my direct orders, and she still saved me. They believe they would have done better, that it would have never happened but we can’t know that can we,” you pleaded to Kylo. You took his arm under your hand.

He removed his helmet, his eyes staring into yours, “have you forgiven her?”

Your face was painted in confusion, “She didn’t do anything wrong.” Why was he asking this?

He squarely faced you now, his eyes hypnotic and peering into the deepness of your soul, “have you forgiven her?”

You answered him, “yes.” Still confused as to why he was asking, surely he did not hold her accountable still?

He turned his head to look at his two knights, “She is forgiven.” With that, both knights nodded, donned their helmets and left.

Kylo’s eyes searched your face for a bit, what they were looking for you hadn’t the slightest clue. His hand then came up to caress your cheek and bring your lips to kiss in a gentle sweet kiss. Once you two had broken the kiss Kylo led you to the dining room where you awaited your lunch. There was something different about him that you couldn’t place your finger on, he was in a different mood than this morning you were sure of it.

“We will arrive outside Mars within the hour. We will then embark on the command shuttle to take us to the Supremacy. Both of your ladies-in-waiting will be there to help you unpack and to take your lesson,” said Kylo as your food arrived.

It hit you just at that moment, the Steadfast was moving. Here you had thought foolishly for a time that it was unmoving, yes you knew it to be a great ship, but for the entire time you had been on it it had been stationary just outside the Earth’s orbit. More of a base than a moving ship. You wondered when it was that you had finally left Earth, and how far along were you now to Mars. The planet of your planet’s dreams, the one so many Sci-Fi movies were made about, the one where NASA had plans to explore, the one your people hoped to one day colonize.

You were leaving Earth behind for a hopefully better future, at least if Kylo continued to treat you well and not like a songbird. You looked forward to a better future, one that you could dream about.

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Office Romance: Ch. 16 Time Off

General Hux and Kylo Ren have found themselves competing for the affection of a lieutenant aboard the Finalizer.

Series Warnings: Language, some violence, near-death experiences.

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AN: We are getting pretty close to the end here! As far as warnings go for this chapter, there’s violence against the reader character.

All the air in your lungs flooded out in a gush as you were slammed to the ground, immediately pinned in place by a thick, meaty forearm. The weight of it on your sternum cut off your air supply, and stars flashed across your vision as you tried to force yourself to breathe. There was no point in struggling, not when he had you like this, but you threw your head back in frustration anyways, fighting the sting of tears that pricked at your eyes from another humiliating defeat.

“Again,” you recognized the voice as Ren’s, although it was difficult to differentiate when all of the Knights wore masks, their voices more or less the same through the modulators. Ushar stood, finally getting off of you, tireless as the rest of them, ready for another round. You, however, lingered on the floor, still trying to recover from having the wind knocked out of you. There’s a low murmuring from the other Knights as they spectate, a silent conversation, laden with doubt, taking place through the force. They knew you could hear them; they just didn’t care.

You crawled back onto your feet, swaying slightly. This could go on all day, in a million different ways: you against two of the Knights, thrown around like a rag doll; you, fighting blindfolded while they took turns coming at you, always from the direction you least expected it; you, without a weapon as they beat you with a staff, expecting you to dodge their blows. And then, if you were lucky, you against Ren, a saber duel only once you were exhausted to the point of collapse, the judgemental glares of the Knights criticizing your every move. It was too much. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Ushar was already in a fighting stance, waiting for you to join him, but you took your sweet time, feeling hopeless. All this training was pointless. It had been going on for weeks, and to what end? You were no better than you had been before. In fact, it was possible that you had gotten worse.

“Leave us,” Ren spoke again, and the Knights hesitated for only a moment before filing out obediently. Your grumbling thoughts had made you oblivious to the tension in the room, and you cursed yourself silently for not schooling them better. All of them had heard your complaints, and now Ren would be forced to deal with your insubordination. As they filed out, the Knights' own minds turned to memories of punishments that they had all endured at one time or another for disobeying Ren. At least now you knew what to expect.

The door to the training room closed, you and Ren were left alone for the first time since the Knights had arrived. Against your will, the hard exterior you had developed slipped, and a single, agonized gasp escaped your lips before you stifled it. You wouldn’t cry. Not right now.

Ren stalked closer to you, silently, and suddenly you felt a very real stab of fear as you looked into the dark, yawning cavern of his mask. Ren stopped.

“I’m sorry, okay?” you said, and Ren listened silently, “I know that I need to watch my thoughts. But I’m trying so hard to-”

“Are you?” The unsympathetic timbre of his voice echoed through the synthesizer and interrupted your apology. You paused, shocked.

“Are you kidding me?” You yelled, a thick wave of anger rushing through you, every feeling of weakness and disappointment from the last few weeks flooding into your system, and you directed it at the only available target. “How can you say that to me? How dare you, Ren, I-”

“What do you want from me, Lieutenant?” he interrupted you again, and you felt yourself draw blood from your lip with the force it took to bite back any kind of reply, “for me to tell you that what I’m asking of you is impossible? Special treatment? You are not succeeding because you are not allowing yourself to succeed.”

“Take off the mask, Ren,” your voice was shaking with anger, but your demand was cold and quiet now, “take off the mask and look me in the eye if you’re going to talk to me that way.” He made no move to do as you asked, staring you down silently instead. You refused to wait any longer, moving to the door and grabbing your things in a rush. You didn’t have to take this.

“Where are you going?” he asked, but he stayed where he was, unwilling to stop you from leaving. Your righteous anger was all-consuming; you wouldn’t have cared if he threw you into a wall or threatened you with his saber. He wasn’t going to keep you here; you were sick at the sight of him.

“To do my job, Ren,” you said, full of rage and bitterness with no end in sight, “the one that I’m actually good at.”

The cup of coffee hit the general’s desk with a loud thunk, and Hux traced from the arm holding the cup up to your face. It was unexpected for you to be here in his office with him. He hadn’t seen you alone in days; every second of your time had been occupied with meetings or training. He’d lived off of rare glances of you, either walking with one of the Knights or performing your duties from afar.

“It’s very early,” you said; there was a smile on your face, but a hard, cool anger beneath it, and shadows under your eyes, “do you ever rest, General?”

“I could say the same to you, Lieutenant.” Hux chose to keep his more divisive thoughts to himself. He could tell without asking that your training was taking a toll, but he wanted to give you a chance to express your own frustrations first.

“I’ve been kept very busy the past few days,” you said, and there was more than a hint of bitterness present.

“How has the training been?” Hux asked, now that the subject had been broached. This was it, finally he had a chance to see how you truly felt about Ren and this whole situation. He only hoped that you would be honest with him—that you would feel safe enough to be honest with him. You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking, but then you set down your own coffee on his desk and begin to work at the uniform at your sleeve, rolling it up a little ways. Hux let out a small gasp when he saw it: a dark, mottled bruise taking up space on more than half of your forearm, and he felt an echoing pain in his own body at the sight. He knew what it was like to be marked like that. Injuries of this nature didn’t come by accident.

“They’re all over,” you said, and Hux reached out gently, taking your arm in his hands, examining the bruise.

“How did this happen?” he asked, and you swallowed hard, trembling at his touch despite the care he was taking to avoid the area around the tender skin.

“The training is more difficult than I thought it would be,” you said, and your voice broke before you could control it, “the Knights are very disciplined and I . . . I guess I’m just not used to losing.”

“Does Ren know about this?” Hux was full of a bright, feverish rage now. He really wanted to know if Ren had caused this injury, and the others like it, but it seemed that you were on the edge of a break down, and Hux didn’t want to risk the chance of him taking his anger out on you.

“Ren can’t give me special treatment,” you said, but the defense was weak, “it would reflect poorly on him.” Hux scoffed in response, the only hint of exasperation he’d let leak into this conversation. His anger was forgotten when he felt the first tear fall from your face and onto the back of his gloved hand.

“Lieutenant?” Hux said, and you took a shuddering breath as he led you to take a seat in his chair.

“I’m sorry about this,” you said as you lowered yourself down on unsteady legs, “I just didn’t realize that it would be this . . . hard.” Hux listened as you spoke but his eyes were on the bruise. At that moment, he didn’t really care if Ren killed him. He needed to get you out of there.

“I know this isn’t the ideal time, Lieutenant, but I was actually just about to come find you,” Hux said, pulling his hand away from your arm and standing, moving to the other side of his desk. He knew the necklace that you had given him would provide some kind of barrier for your force sensitivity, but he didn’t want to take any chances. “I have some business to take care of on Irraide, and it’s rather urgent. I’m certain that I’ll need some kind of backup, and you are my first choice. Would you be interested?”

“What kind of business?” you asked, rolling your sleeve back into place, momentarily distracted from your troubles, and Hux seized the opportunity, hoping to draw you in.

“If you accept I’ll fill you in on the specifics later, of course, but there’s a politician that the Order has had eyes on for many years—one that no one has managed to eliminate—and we’ve received reports that he’s just resurfaced.”

“Does this mean that I’ll get to see the greatest sniper in the Order at work?” You leaned forward on your elbows, holding your face in your hands with a sly smile on your lips; a complete transformation from the dejected girl you were moments ago.

“So, you’ll come?” he asked, shuffling through documents on his datapad, hoping to look indifferent, which was incredibly difficult. It would be good to have you away from the ship, even for just one day, without watching eyes or imminent threats.

“How long do you think it will take?” He could hear how eager you were; it was clear that you wanted to go with him, but there’s something keeping you here, and he knew that something was Ren.

“No more than a day.”

“I think that would be alright,” you were smiling openly now, excited at the prospect of an adventure, of time away from Ren and the Knights and the expectations of your training.

“We’ll need to leave as soon as possible. I’ll alert Lieutenant Mitaka and Captain Phasma that we’ll both be off-base.” He was already on his way out the door, but you were still at his desk, hesitant.

“Do you think,” you started, avoiding his gaze, “do you think I should go check with Ren, just to make sure that this is alright?”

“Is that what you want to do, Lieutenant?” Hux couldn’t outright defy Ren right now. He knew he wouldn’t be able to convince you that making Ren aware of your departure would be a bad idea—that it would only lead to violence, but since you were already thinking about leaving without talking to him first, maybe you would come to the correct conclusion on your own.

“I think . . . I think I’ll just send him an alert as well,” you said, “since we’ll only be gone for a day,” and Hux was relieved. If he could get you off the ship quickly enough, he wouldn’t have to worry about Ren or his violence until he returned to the ship, and at least for a moment he would know that you were safe—with him.

“If that’s what you think is best,” Hux said, feigning nonchalance, but you seemed emboldened, as if you had only been waiting for permission.

“Okay, then let’s go.”

Kane Cheepres sat at his desk across from you and the general, flipping through information on his data pad in silence, and you bounced your leg with nervous anticipation. Part of you was excited to be leaving the ship—helping the general with this mission would certainly be interesting, and you had never visited Irriade before, but at least some of the fidgeting stemmed from guilt. Was it wrong to leave the ship without telling Ren first?

Maybe it was unfair, but your anger for him had not diminished in the short time since your argument. If he couldn’t understand the sacrifices you were making to train and to work, then what was the point? It was like he was a different person, now, and you hated it, hated that he had begun to treat you like everyone else.

Maybe that’s what all your anger was about: you missed him—or, more accurately—you missed the person that he was when no one else was around. He always wore the mask lately, and you were beginning to forget the Ren that you knew. On the bright side, if he was angry enough with you when you returned to the ship he’d probably have to talk to you, alone, and maybe you’d see that side of him again. A small consolation.

“You’ll be traveling as Valbry Dansen and Niktal Haws,” Kane said, handing you and the general your falsified credentials in turn, “a recently-engaged couple traveling through Irraide on the way to the Harvoike sector to announce your upcoming wedding to your parents,” he looked at you when he spoke, producing a small ring box from underneath his desk. Hesitantly, you reached for it, the fabric covering the box smooth against your fingers, before prying it open. The ring inside was breathtaking, the large stone in the center was a deep blue that glinted in the light of Kane’s office.

“Wow,” you exhaled the word gently, before slipping the ring onto your finger, “it’s lovely.”

“It’s also fake,” Kane replied matter-of-factly, “so don’t worry too much about losing it. For travel, we’ll have a transport drop you off discreetly on Epher, and from there you’ll secure travel to Irraide. In terms of lodging-”

“Lodging?” You couldn’t help but interrupt, after all, you were already nervous about being away from the ship for a day; if this mission was going to take any longer than that, you’d have to tell Ren beforehand, or choose to stay behind. “I was under the impression we wouldn’t be there for very long.”

Irraide is a nocturnal society,” Kane explained, unperturbed by your interruption, “you’ll be arriving about midday—when everyone else will be asleep—and by some miracle, I was able to secure two rooms, for propriety’s sake.”

“Why so difficult?” You could have felt stupid for asking all these questions, but Kane didn’t seem to mind, and if the general already knew all of this information, he was keeping silent.

“The reason the target has resurfaced now is because Irraide is holding its recurrent fertility festival, in honor of Soz, the goddess of the moon. Apparently he never misses it.”

“Fertility festival?” General Hux asked. At least that seemed to be news to him as well, and against your will, a blush rose to your cheeks.

“It’s customary for newly-weds and other couples to pass through. It’s an excellent explanation for your presence,” Kane said with a sniff, “is there anything that we’ve failed to cover?”

“I don’t believe so, Captain,” Hux said, standing from his chair, and you followed suit.

“Excellent, everything should be prepared for you in your ship, including civilian clothing and the weapon you requested.” Kane urged you from his office with salute, and you and Hux entered the corridor together, on the way to the hangar. As nervous as you were before, you felt more eager now, a slight hop in your step as you walked. This would be a chance for an adventure, a chance to experience something new. And maybe, you hoped, a chance to prove to yourself that—even after your recent shortcomings—you could do something right.

“I’m looking for the Lieutenant General,” Ren watched as Mitaka jumped at the sound of his voice, shaking as he turned to face him. He trembled like a leaf, mind fraught with fear and Ren was forced to remember that he had felt the same emotion echo from your thoughts only a few hours ago.

“She and General Hux left on a mission together at 600 hours,” Mitaka said, avoiding eye contact, “they are headed to Irraide, I believe.” He waited to see how Ren would react, unable to stop his hands from quaking, but Ren would not let himself show any anger, not yet. He needed some more information first.

“For how long?” he asked, resting his hand gently on his saber, removing it from its sheath with a soft tug, and he felt everyone on the bridge flinch in suspense.

“The general was not specific in his time frame,” Mitaka said, eyes on the weapon, “most likely they should return within a day, but there is a possibility that their mission could take longer.”

Ren ignited his saber, satisfied that he had all the information he needed, and brought it down with a slash, severing the control panel behind Mitaka in two. Sparks flew from the melted piece of machinery, and the bridge fell silent, everyone waiting for his next strike, until Ren deactivated his saber. He’d like to enact more damage, to release the rage coloring his vision in an orange haze, but there was little point in that. The repair would likely be done before the general returned. No, he’d save his anger for when Hux was back on board.

Ren stalked out of the command room and headed in the direction of his quarters, guilt settling in his stomach like a rock. Was this his fault? If he had not spoken to you like that in the training room, would you still have left with the general?

The conflict inside of him raged, regret and anger mixing viciously, tearing him apart. He had to do it, he knew. Even if the Knights weren’t physically present, they were almost always listening, and he couldn’t let anyone see his weaknesses. He couldn’t favor you over the others. But he also couldn’t lose you. Not to the general.

The Knights approached, drawn to Ren’s anger. They bowed in greeting, and Ren waved off the gesture with his hand. He knew why they had come, could hear their intent buzzing around through the force.

“Where is the girl?” Vicrul was the one who spoke, finally, and Ren turned to face them.

“The lieutenant has left with the general to Irraide. She will return shortly to resume her training.” He kept his tone even but his true feelings were more difficult to hide.

“We know,” Vicrul said, but not about your departure. Of course they knew how Ren truly felt about you. They were inside his head.

“That’s none of your concern,” he told them, but they would not be dismissed so easily.

“She has made you weak,” Cardo spoke this time, voice full of vitriol. Ren reached out and silenced him, cutting off his air supply.

“Do I seem weak to you now?” he asked, and none of them dared to respond, the raw power emanating from him silencing their doubts. Ren threw Cardo back, down the hallway and into a wall, the durasteel denting underneath the force of the impact.

“I have told you once that this is none of your concern,” he warned the others, “do not make me repeat myself again.” The Knights retreated, collecting Cardo off the ground and leaving Ren alone once more.

He reached his quarters and removed his mask, thoughts still occupied by his confrontation with his Knights. Cardo was wrong. You did not make him weak. His weakness, he knew now, stemmed from uncertainty, from this conflict with the general. He needed to know if you wanted him. If he knew that you returned his feelings, he would be free of the doubts that held him back. He would have to tell you the truth, as soon as you returned to the ship. It was the only way.

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 4 years

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Bound to you (Rey x Reader)

Request: I just saw your last request and I’m so excited! I was wondering if you could do a rey x reader where they have a force connection but the reader is on the dark side due to her brother. Maybe The reader and Rey communicate every night and Rey knows how much the reader misses Leia so when Rey comes to fight Kylo the reader escapes with her and it’s fluff after that? By anon.

Words: 1,908

A/N: I really like writing Kylo as a brother.

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The deep voice of the Supreme Leader rumbled through the room as he spoke making some of the generals shiver. He was in a deep discussion with General Hux about some failed task and how many ships it had costed the First Order. Sitting in the big table at the right side of the Leader you chuckled for yourself, it amused you how often this two fought and most of the times after screaming at each other your brother ended the conversation by force choking Hux.

“Y/N” you heard a distance voice calling your name, an already familiar voice. You stood up and walked silently to the door.

“Y/N, where are you going?” asked Kylo looking over his shoulder. “We’re discussing important matters” you leaned on the door frame as you crossed your arms.

“I’m bored” you told him. “You know this is not my thing. I’m a woman of action. You want to eliminate somebody? Just name it, I don’t have time for politics, brother” you said serious. He looked at you for a while and then he nodded.

“Y/N” kept calling the voice

“You’re right” he told you. “You are the only person that has never disappointed me, not like this unprofitable Generals.” he growled at them. “Go ahead” you turned around and ran to your room in the big dark ship, the voice echoing in the back of your head.

“I’m here” you said after closing the room’s door. There she was sitting in the ground with her eyes closed, Rey, the girl your brother wanted to kill so desperately. She opened her eyes and glanced at you with a light smile.

“Where’s is him?” she asked you.

“In a meeting” you told her as you sat in the floor close to her as if she was a close friend of yours though she was technically your enemy. “Did you find something”

“Nothing” she told you. “The books are not clear”

Rey and you were searching for answers, you wanted to know how or why this kept happening, what was this... bound. It had started a long time ago without explanation, so sudden, so strange. Mysteriously you felt a presence behind you, it took you by surprise alone in the training room but it was there someone behind you, holding your lightsaber you turned around meeting Rey’s gaze who was holding her own saber up.

It shocked you when she stabbed you, the pain spreading for your body and yet not a single wound, it was a strange state the two of you were, it seemed like she was there but she wasn’t at the same time. And then she disappeared as concerned as you.

However it kept happening, every single night she appeared didn't matter what, at first you two tried to fight without much success, then you limited the interaction to screaming and threatening each others. This connection, or whatever it was, just wouldn’t stop, you kept it secret from your brother and started searching for answers with the scavenger.

“So not even the Jedis can help?” you groaned.

“There’s still one last thing” she told you with insecurity in her voice. “Y/N, what if we ask Leia?”

“No” you stopped serious. With the time you had opened up with Rey, she knew about your past, about who you were and the atrocities you and your brother, Kylo Ren, had done. But she also knew when you were upset or if you were lying. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't resist her, you had felt other things that darkness inside you, feelings you thought were gone. And she knew how much you missed your mother, Leia, how you were longing to see her, hold her in your arms and even share a tear with her in honor to your father, but it wouldn’t happen.

“Y/N, please. She knows the force better than anyone”

“I said no, Rey” you snapped making her flinch and got quiet for a moment.

“She misses you too” she said breaking the silence “Chew as well, he told me you were close friends when you were a kid” she told you, making you giggle softly as you remembered your golden childhood.

“We were. I used to have a fake blaster and he would pretend I shoot him” you smiled “Then mom came in the room and would lesson him along with me” you stopped “And Ben and dad for gave me that toy”. you sighed, the memories were the only thing you had left and you kept them like your little treasure, curiously the only person you shared them with was her.

The sound of heavy footsteps brought you back to reality.

“Someone’s coming” you told her as you got up. “Keep searching, see you tomorrow” she laughed.

“See you, Y/N” then she was gone just before your brother entered to the room, his helmet on, sure he was here to send you in a new mission. You pretended you were cleaning your saber.

“How was it?” you asked him without looking up at him. Kylo walked slowly into your room scanning every detail.

“Was someone here?” he asked with his modulated voice “I thought I heard a voice”

“It must be that stupid helmet, brother” you told him annoyed. “Who do you want me to kill?”

Your brother walked towards you, once he was closer you felt the doubt on him, the insecurity, he was even a little afraid.

“No this time” he said “We captured a rebel reconnaissance ship”

“And what do I do?” you finally looked at his masked face.

“The pilot is in the interrogation room, he knows where’s the Resistance base” Kylo explained to you.

“Couldn’t get the information?” you smirked, sometimes you liked to bother him it was funny seeing him annoyed, specially when it came to using the force, he was impulsive, you were centrated and for that you had more power than him.

He immediately got mad, leaning over you, his helmet inches from you. Annoyed you raised an eyebrow.

“Just bring it to me, sister" he growled. "We both know no one can resist being interrogated by you"

"Fine" you told him before leaving the room.

When you arrived to the interrogation room you gasped as you saw the empty chair and the stormtroopers running, soon the alarm rumbled to the whole ship. Using the force you stopped a soldier.

"What's going on?" You asked him frowning

"Rebels, Mistress. They're here and they took the pilot" he answered you in panic.

"Where exactly are they?" You growled.

"We don't know" you squeezed his neck a bit as you screamed at him

"Then find them!" Suddenly you felt her, you felt Rey was in the ship somewhere but really close to you. Shaking your head you let go of the trooper and rushed down the halls looking for the scavenger.

Following her presence in the force finally found her fighting against your brother. The two of them hit their sabers nonstop, they dodged and even jumped moving in a accelerated rhythm as their lightsabers crashed against each other.

Rey caught your gaze and almost stopped fighting. She was there, it was not just a vision anymore.

She pushed your brother back sending him flying across the room. You took the chance and got closer to her. She had the same doubt in her eyes you had, she was wandering the same as you, if you were really there and if so, which side would you take.

Slowly you reached for her hands that were still holding the lightsaber, guiding her to put it down and she turned it off.

"Y/N!" you heard your brother screamed behind you "Kill her!" He ordered you. Rey gaze went from him to you, her eyes begging you to help her.

Raising your hand and with a small move you made Kylo fell unconscious to the ground.

"Run" you finally said to Rey "He will wake up soon"

Behind her, you saw the pilot you were supposed to interrogate and some others rebels

"Rey, we gotta go!" yelled one of them. You glanced at Rey for a moment, it was so surreal to have her in front of you and now she was going maybe forever. She seemed to know what you were thinking, maybe she knew, you had a bound after all.

"Come with me" she told you holding your hand, her eyes scanning your face. "Please"

You thought of it, in the possibilities you may have, you thought about your mother and the chance to be with her again. You thought of a life with Rey by your side. And then you looked over your shoulder, your brother was still asleep on the floor, you would betray him if you leave, but the Resistance sounded more like a home than the cold walls of the First Order ship.

"Alright but move, now" you told Rey, smiling she ran with you, never letting go of your hand. You guided her to the main hangar where you saw a very special ship, the Millennium Falcon, your father's ship. You rushed to it and made your escape.

"Nostalgic?" Rey asked you once you were calm, you were looking the ship and remembering so many things of your past, you had literally grew up in that ship.

"A little" you smiled at her, she sat down next to you.

"Are you going to be okay?" She said

"Yeah, it's just a lot to process" she knew you were having conflicting thoughts in your head, about the past, about betraying your brother and also the future. What now?

Rey took your hand comforting you, feeling her warm hand around yours made you smile, after all this time seeing her everyday her touch felt known even though it was new for you.

"Your mother will be so happy" she told you, her sweet voice filled with kindness. "Just like I am" you gave her a smile feeling how her words were making your face go a little pink.

"I mean it" she said giving your hand a squeeze "I used to feel so lonely, but then there was you, always you. No matter how much we tried to break the bound, you were there for me. I never had someone like you" she told you, you felt your heart beating faster with every word that came out of her mouth.

"But you have me now" you said "And I would never leave you, Rey" she opened her eyes surprised. You stayed there glancing at each other for a while. You shook your head as you felt your face blushing deeper.

"Well, it's not like you can get rid of me, we have this connection after all" you joked

"I'm glad we have It" she laughed.

The rest of the way to the Resistance's base Rey asked you to tell her stories, she loved to hear your adventures in the Falcon and you loved how her eyes lighted up with joy every time. Sitting close to her you felt safe, her head resting in your shoulder and her fingers intertwined with yours, what a wonderful feeling it was, you could get used to it. Then finally you arrived, Rey walked you out the ship encouraging you and you both got out the ship still holding hands, walking to a new beginnig.

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mysteryofren · 4 years

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The First Order Has Gained its 6th Member

chapter 32 of So Happy Together

31: https://mysteryofren.tumblr.com/post/620289196961218561/the-first-order-is-going-camping

possible tw: kylo flirting with an underage character

You sat in the small dorm looking at the side that was now empty. You two had finally finished packing her things. Now her side had no sign of her ever being there. The photos, and posters she had were stripped off the wall. The light blue bed set she always had was gone. The top of her desk was void of the little collectables, and momentos she had sitting on it for years. This was it. Your 4 years together were coming to a close. Now someone new would decorate the wall by her bed, and the desk that sat by yours. Any sign that she was there was about to be gone, and someone else was going to take her spot. It felt wrong. Dirty almost. The thought of someone else living there wasn't one you liked very much. At least you only had to deal with them a year.

You looked at the small bed, and realized you would never lay in it, and talk like you did throughout the years. There wouldn't be any more nights where both of you felt lonely, and slept in the same bed for comfort. You would consider the lesbian rumor that Rey started 2 years ago being over, but Elaine ended those rumors when her, and Matt got together. You laughed remembering that rumor. Elaine busted into the room that day informing you of your “intimate” relationship with her. She had heard about it from one of her teammates. That was a fun semester. More memories popped into your head. The nights you guys couldn't sleep, and watched movies. The christmas you guys found a small christmas tree at the tree lot, and decided to take it for the dorm. It barely held 3 ornaments without falling.

“Hey you ready?” you heard Elaine's voice pull you out of your trance.

“Oh yeah, lets go.” you, her, and Phasma had rented a truck to move all her things. You weren't by any means old enough to rent one, but you guys had money. Lots of it which made the guy at the rental place excuse that rule for the time being. You filled it with all her things, and had decided to have a mini road trip to get to her house.

“So Amilyns for food?” Phasma asked as she closed the door to the truck bed, and hopped in the cab.

“Sounds good to me!” Elaine said as she got in the driver's seat. You hopped up into the seat next to Phasma, and put your seat belt on. Elaine started the truck, and you guys officially started the long drive ahead of you. Usually you drove since you were the only one in the group that had a car that didn't need to be shared with a sibling. That by no means meant you were a GOOD driver. That was Elaine, and since you guys were not old enough to even have the car you decided it was best to let Elaine drive since the risk of crashing was way lower than it was with you or Phasma.

You all drove for a long time. You all had worked the night before on a playlist for the trip. Phasma started playing it while you looked out the window. It was going to be a while before you got to Amilyns so you pull your phone out to message Rey.

‘Hey, just checking in. hope you're okay’ was all you sent. Then you opened snapchat to see what had been sent to you while you were packing. One was from Hux. it was Milli, and she was sitting in one of the boxes looking like she was going to pounce out at him.

‘I don't think she’s quite ready to leave yet.’ is what he had written. He was taking her with him, but sadly he can't have her at the dorms. He was using his savings to rent an off campus apartment for the two of them. You could imagine him alone in a little apartment with nobody but Milli for company. She had so much personality that it would be like having another person around. The next one you opened was from Rey. she sent it last night, but you only just got to see it. You opened it , and it was a picture of her, and Poe dressed up to go out. They stood in front of a hotel mirror holding each other's waist, and making the same face as they posed.

You held the phone up by the window, and snapped a photo of you smiling while Elaine was focused on the road, and Phasma looked ahead with her. You sent it back to her before putting your phone away. The drive to Amilyns cafe wasn't one that was too bad. It was a drive you had made tons of times, so it wasn't anything new. However what was new, was the closed sign on the door. You watched as men took stuff out of the building, and moved it onto a big moving truck. You all got out to see what was happening when you saw Amilyn inside. Elaine walked in, and you followed her along with Phasma. Amilyn stood in front of a small tower of boxes.

“Amilyn what's happening?” Phasma asked, walking in behind you.

“Oh, girls, I didn't know you were coming by!” she responded.

“Are you moving already?”

“Yes I am. I was actually just about to text Y/N to see if you guys would help me set up.”

“When?” Elaine asked.

“Probably sometime next week.”

“I leave on Saturday.” Phasma informed her. Amilyn made a sad face, and Hugged her.

“What about tomorrow? I know we were going to go skating, but we love it here! I'm sure the boys would be down.” Elaine said. You pulled out your phone and sent a text into the group chat.

“We’ll leave you to it, but I can text you to let you know what the boys say, but we for sure are down to help.” she smiled and hugged you.

“You girls are so sweet. It's gonna be weird having just 3 of you around instead of 5.”

“We know, but me and Hux will be back to visit dont worry!”

“You better,” she picked up one of the boxes in front of her. “I'll see you girls around!”

She walked outside to load it onto one of the trucks outside. You all walked out, and waved at her while getting into the truck. You all decided to find somewhere else to eat since Amilyn was moving. You found a little restaurant in the city to eat at. It wasn't much, just another little coffee shop, but it was food, something you desperately wanted. You all walked inside, and got in line to order. Once you placed your order you offered to stay by the counter to grab it once it was ready.

The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you stood there. It was a strong satisfying smell. You weren't too big on coffee, but the smell always made your mouth water. Your order came, and you tried to grab it all, but sadly couldn't fit it all in your hands.

“Lemme help.” you heard someone say.

“Oh thank you.” you looked up to see the eldest Solo child.

“Oh hey Kylo.”

“Hi. its Y/N right?”

“Sure is!” he grabbed some of the items that were still on the counter, and helped you bring it to the table.

“Look who I found.” you said to the girls as you put some of the food down.

“Hey Ky, haven't seen you in a few days.” Elaine said as she took her coffee, and sandwich.

“Uh yeah. You don't come to the house a lot.” He asked. Phasma took the coffee he was holding as she answered him.

“We tend to hang out at Obi-Wan's house a lot.”

“Oh you mean Old Ben.”

“Old who?” Phasma responded.

“Oh turns out my grandmother used to call pop pop Ben, and his brothers named after him.” you informed the girls.

“My parents and I call him Old Ben. I find it a bit funny both my brothers didn't meet him until recently.”

“Hey how did you meet them, but they never did?” you asked him as you sat down. He stayed standing and looked down at all of you.

“They never behaved for parties so the old man and my mother never took them to any. I was good enough that I could be there for a few hours before getting restless.”

“I never saw you at any of them.” You took the other things from his hands, and pulled out a chair for him.

“Because by the time your parents could bring you I already told mine I didn't want to go anymore.” he looked at the chair, and you patted the seat. He sighed before sitting down.

“So tell us about you Kylo. I wanna know more about my future Brother in law.” Elaine said as a joke.

“Did you do this to Ben too?” he asked.

“We know enough about Ben.” she sipped her coffee.

“Yeah like how much of a dick he is.”

“Phasma!” you scolded her.

“Im right.” she said.

“No she is right. My brother is not the best person.” he sighed before continuing. “About me. Uhhh. I study journalism and English. I'm 23. Like my Brothers I like calligraphy. I ride a motorcycle.”

You all stared at him waiting to see if he would say anything else. He stared back, obviously very uncomfortable. Part of you wanted to ask what the wink was about back at the party, but you figured it would probably be best to let it go. You and the girls tried to get him to go on, but according to him there wasn't much he did, or found interesting. He did tell you he studied at a college in Chandrila since that's where he was born. That was it though. You figured he's probably one of those people you have to slowly get to know. You guys decided to talk about something else, and talked about helping Amilyn tomorrow. Every now and then he jumped into the conversation. Which showed he was comfortable enough to talk whenever. He even offered to help out which was nice.

You exchanged numbers with Kylo before he left to go on about his day. You guys only stayed a few minutes behind him before leaving for Elaines. Getting into the truck you thought about Rey again. You knew she wouldn't show it, but you can't imagine how much pain she's in. Actually you could. You knew exactly what she was going through and it sucks because you still haven't entirely recovered. Ben Solo had quite the habit of making girls love him before he leaves them. You wish you could tell her about your experience with it. Sadly you know Rey well now, and you know she's still an angry person. You tried thinking of ways to comfort instead of anger her. It was hard though. She was so far away.

You finally tune in to what Elaine and Phasma are talking about.

“So that was fun talking to Matt's brother, wasn't it?” Phasma asked you both.

“I don't know man, Kylo is a little weird.” you said.

“I feel like you like it though.” Elaine teased.

“Oh my stars shut up! I do not! I mean he's nice I just think he's a bit off.”

You all laughed, and kept joking around. You all agreed even though he was a bit weird he was fun to talk to. You could tell he's very awkward at first, but definitely needs to warm up to you guys. Kylo seemed nice though. He was definitely someone you would want to keep around. Out of the Solo boys, he actually seemed to be the shyest. You never thought you would meet a Solo more shy than Matt, but Kylo was it. Han was right; he acted like him. He listened only offering words to the conversation occasionally, and giving just a grunt or sound otherwise. He seemed sweet though. You never even expected to meet Kylo, somehow he seemed like a myth. You had heard about him so much from Matt, and a few times from Ben, but you never saw him. Leia and Han didn't even have pictures in the house of him. Why that was, is something you should definitely ask Matt.

“He's definitely a little off. He seems like he would fit well into the first order though.”

“Elaine, are you saying you want to offer him an exclusive spot into the first order?” Phasma asked.

“Maybe. I'm just saying he seems like he would fit in.” Elaine kept her eyes on the road as she and Phasma continued talking.

You don't see Kylo wanting a spot in the first order, but if anything it wouldn't hurt to try. You pull out your phone, and look for his name in your phone. Once you found it you sent him a text.

‘Hey, i dont know if youre interested or not, but do you want me to put you in our group chat???’

You hit send, and waited for a response. Not even a minute later your phone buzzed letting you know he had responded.

‘Sure. That way I can keep up with you guys. Thank you.’

Damn. That was fast. You go to the group chat settings, and add him to the first order.

“I invited him. He accepted.”

“So it's official! The first order has gained its 6th member!” Phasma said while clapping her hands together. You and Elaine laughed at her, and you went back to your phone to let him know how happy he had just made them.

‘Ok, I added you. The girls are happy you accepted our invite, they liked you.”

Again. He replied almost immediately.

‘That's good, but I'm more curious as to how you feel about me.’

‘Why would you be more curious about that?’

‘Ben talks. Matt talks. Matt talks about you like you're a saint. Ben talks about you like you're a goddess. He wasn't lying when he said you were attractive. I find myself quite infatuated with you as well.’

‘Is that what that wink at the party was about?’

‘Yes. Mostly. It was also to piss Ben off. I always get what I want. Just keep that in mind.’

Ok what the hell? Now you had to deal with 2 Solo boys up your ass? You wouldn't be lying if you said Kylo wasn't hot, but he is 23, what the hell is he doing flirting with a 17 year old. You do the only thing you can think of and screenshot the conversation. You exit the chat, and look for a name you haven't messaged in a while. Once you find it you send the screenshot, and lock your phone. It took a while for him to respond. But he did respond

‘When did this happen??’

‘Like an hour ago. It's creepy.’

‘He's probably just doing this to piss me off. Just promise you won't do anything. For me?’

‘Ben i don't want you either. just get him off my ass.’

‘You're a bad liar, Kenobi ;)’

You smiled to yourself knowing he was right you did want him. You just couldn't have him. Maybe that would change.

tags: @wumboho @pylopenpolo @duty-isnt-always-honour

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neeharlowwrites · 4 years

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Identical Strangers

Title: Identical Strangers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4554

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of smut, Brotherly Angst, Family Drama,

Authors Note: This is an in Star Wars universe Solo triplet fan fic. I worked very hard on this and it would not be possible without the lovely ladies of the Thirst Order Writers Server on discord. These girls and the Thirst Order mods are just the best. A special shout out to Melly or @thetoruterwrites on tumblr for being a wonderful beta and helping me with everything. Including the title. And Luna or @writingsawildride on tumblr and on A03 who has listened to me complain and also reading this. Love you all!

Summary: Luke Skywalker's temple was destroyed a family fight caused the Solo triplets, Ben, Matt, & Kylo to their separate ways. Ben went with Han, Matt stayed with Leia, and Kylo took off to find his own destiny with the man he knew only as Snoke. Years go by and they went from close to estranged within a short period of time when the oldest cut all connections. It wasn't until years later that while on a planet searching for the map to Skywalker that you mistake Ben for Kylo. Startled by this doppelganger at first then intrigued when you learned of Kylo's past you impulsively decide a family reunion is in order. What starts as bad only spirals into worse as you endure brotherly shenanigans and secrets from the past are brought into light as you soon find yourself smack dab in the middle of generations old family drama. And as Kylo's "co-worker" with benefits this was not what you signed up, but maybe just maybe, this could help you break past that Jedi Killer facade and finally know the man Kylo Organa-Solo.

Chapter One

You looked around the crowded village square and tried not to panic. You'd lost him. You had one job! Should have been simple enough: Don't lose Kylo Ren. Not that finding a 6'3 tall man in a long black flowing robe and scary mask would be difficult, he had a tendency to stick out wherever he went; but you really did not have time for his bantha shit today. The General was going to be unhappy when he learned of this, and when the General was unhappy he bitched and whined and moaned. Which would have been fine, you were good at tuning out the anal retentive ginger. Its just when those complaints reached Supreme Leader Snoke you'd have to deal with him too. You pulled your hood up over your head and began to scan the crowd for your missing asshole. He must have gotten a lead on the map and went for it. Not uncommon for him to ditch you. All because he had the Force or whatever the fuck. Something you lacked and he enjoyed reminding you of often. You still would like to have been notified. You were there with him for a reason, damn it.

You walked through the crowded streets filled with all kinds of different beings, from human, to near-human, and even some aliens. You didn't have time to really marvel at all different species. You needed to find Ren and get back to the Command Shuttle. You turned a corner and there was, a man who was a head taller than the rest. That gorgeous black hair was a surprise though? Had he taken his mask off as to mingle more efficiently? You felt as though you'd die of a heart attack. Ren had taken your advice for once! You really didn't care, you had a bone to pick with this good for nothing nerf herder.

“Hey!” you shouted.

He ignored you. Since he was mask-less and anonymous this meant you could get a little hands on without sudden consequence,

“Hey!” you said louder.

The man turned and looked you up and down curiously, “Well hey to you too...” he smirked crossing his arms across his chest, “And what can I do for you sweet thing?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay I'll play along Solo.”

“Ah, so my reputation proceeds me. Yes, I'm Solo.” he said, “Both here and relationship wise. More important question, are you?”

“Excuse me?” you asked tilting your head forward and glaring up at him from beneath your lashes. “I mean I know we're not, you know, but single? Whatever, let's get going.”

“Wow you like to get right to it don't you?” he asked flashing a rare dopey smile.

“You feeling okay?” you asked reaching to feel his forehead.

“I could always feel...” he gently took your hand and kissed it, “Better.”

You cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, “Right... so I'm just going to say it's the heat getting to you. But we can discuss this more later. On the ship.” you pulled your hand back and ignored the butterflies that had decided to take flight in your stomach and walked behind him. You planted both of your hands firmly on his ass and paused momentarily... had he been working out? Seemed fuller.

“Hey! Whoa!! Hands off the goods kid!” he exclaimed jumping, “I mean I'm into this, I love feisty women and all but uh, how about we start a name?”

You sighed, “My name is I dunno, Leia?”

His eyes went distant, “Well that's unfortunate...”

“What's wrong with that name?”

“No man wants to moan his mother's name in bed... kind of traumatizing.” he replied.

“Speaking from experience?” you asked.

“I don't know. I am willing to find out though.” he shrugged and smirked suggestively. “I'm always up for new experiences, even mentally scarring ones.”

“Okay, Kylo that's just weird.” you siad throwing your hands up.

That smirk faded as his expression turned to interest, “Wait, did you say Kylo?”

“Yes, Kylo, your name Kylo Ren?” you said. “Now come on, we need to get back before Hux's panties bunch up too far.”

“I'm not Kylo Organa-Solo.” he said, “I'm Ben Organa-Solo, his brother.”

“His twin brother I'm assuming?” you asked.

“Close, triplet actually.” Ben said. “This makes sense now. Where is the overgrown bitch boy anyway?”

You look back at him and then you started to realize slight differences between your Kylo and this man, same hair, same expressive eyes, same long elegant nose, same full plush lips... but the speckles of freckles and moles were different. Your eyes widened and you drew back, “Oh stars... you're really aren't Kylo, are you?”

Ben offered his hand, “Hi, I'm Ben Organa-Solo the middle child of the Solo triplets.” he said, you took his hand and shook it, “And you're Leia?”

You laughed, “No, my name is actually, F/N, I work with Kylo. Well not with him... more for him. I'm on the Supreme Council.” you looked at him smiling, “Wow, so Kylo really is a triplet.”

“He's the oldest, as I said I'm the adorable middle child, and then there's our youngest brother Matt.” he said, “You didn't know Kylo had brothers?”

“Kylo is pretty tight lipped about things. He doesn't talk about his past.” you said sadly.

“Are you his girlfriend?” he asked.

“Careful with that word.” you cringed, “There's nothing official between us. We're...” you tried to think of a term but blanked, “We fuck.” you shrugged.

“Pretty sure that's a friend with benefits.”

“More like a co-worker with benefits,” you corrected. “I came here with him to find something. But he went up and disappeared. Not the first time.” You sighed heavily, “Hey, so, how would you like to come see your brother?”

Ben's smile widened into a grin, “I think I'd like that very much.”

“Okay good. Follow me. I think he might actually be on the Command Shuttle and if he's not its the only way off this hell hole of a planet.” you said, “Come, follow me.”

You and Ben took off to the deserted part of the old village where you had left the Command Shuttle. You hoped that impulsive move would end well. Kylo was a very temperamental man. He was feared for being a killer and he was. There was no doubt about that. You often wondered why you hadn't become one of his countless victims. Maybe it was because he liked the way you challenged him? Maybe you were just a good fuck? Didn't matter, even if he denied it you knew you meant something to that man child. You reached into your robes for your comlink to contact Kylo but before you could try to reach him it was snatched out of your hand via Force by Ben.

“Maybe it'd be better if Kylo didn't know I was coming.” Ben said as the two of you walked.

“Why? Is he going to be upset?” you asked.

“Depends, would you still take me to see him if his reaction was, say, less than nice to seeing me?”

“No, I'd only want to take you more.” you said as you saw the ship come into view, “Why? Did you guys end things on a bad note?”

Ben was quiet as he pondered the question and cringed at the memories of his and Kylo's last conversation, “You could say that, yeah. But I'm glad you enjoy making Kylo squirm enough to bring back his estranged brother into his life.”

“Estranged?”

“Things between the three of us haven't been good for a while.” Ben said, “We actually haven't heard from Kylo for years. If it weren't for the Force bond we all shared we'd assumed he'd been dead long ago. Killed by doing something stupid or killed by somone. Either way dead. Kind of surprised he’s alive. Glad, but surprised.”

“He's alive. If you call it that.” you said. “He's rarely happy. I try to make him happy, but the closest I get is after we've--” you stopped mid sentence and pressed your lips together in thought, maybe this was too personal. You glanced at Ben before continuing, “Probably TMI. Before he ups and leaves me to shower. That moment where he looks at me and I could swear I see something more than lust... but I'm probably seeing what I want to see.”

“You're in love with him?” Ben asked.

You went silent not wanting to admit it yourself let alone some man you just met. You looked up the ramp of the ship where two Stormtroopers stood guard.

You lowered your voice just loud enough for Ben to hear, “It doesn't matter. Ren and I fuck. That's as far as that goes.”

“I understand, don't worry, your secret is safe with me.” he winked and playfully smacked your shoulder, “Now show me to the sum bitch.” he gestured for you to enter first.

You smiled and strode onto the ship, “Stay hidden until I can tell him.”

“You bet.” he said as he followed you through the winding corridors. “Wow, this is a nice ship. Is it his?”

“No, it belongs to the First Order.” you replied, “Kylo is a high ranking member so he travels in style.”

“Does he have his own ship?” Ben asked.

“Yeah he does. The Silencer. It is a one of a kind ship that was made and especially equipped for him. For now at least, its in its testing phase but it's going to be mass produced once he gives the clear.” you said as you came to a stop outside the cockpit.

“At least he's living his dream somehow...” Ben said.

“Stay here... I'll tell you when, okay?”

Ben gave you a thumbs up and you smiled. You opened the door to find Kylo sitting in the main chair, his throne, or the closest he'd ever get to one. You came up beside him and cleared your throat. His masked head turned to regard you. You wondered just how he was looking at you under that helmet.

“It is about time you joined us Lieutenant.” Kylo drawled through the modulator.

You noticed the two pilots out of the corner of your eye so you kept your tone respectful to your superior.

“Forgive me Commander Ren. I was distracted. I had assumed you ditched me and returned to the Finalizer already.” you said keeping your tone level, “I met someone.”

“Don't care.” he said, “Did you find what we came here for?”

“No, Commander. There was no word or clue to where the map is located. I fear it was a false lead.” you said, “But I did find something you'd find of interest. Or someone.”

“Resistance?” he asked rising from his chair.

You looked directly into that visor and shook your head, “No, not a Resistance member.”

He stepped closer nearly chest to chest. You could feel his heat and smell the scent of his clothes this close. He clenched his fists looking down at you, “Who?”

You felt that slight pressure at the back of your skull but you knew that feeling. It was not a headache coming on which you had mistaken it for in the past. It was him. Shifting around your thoughts again. He wasn't even trying to hide it this time.

“Sir, personal space.” you muttered under your breath looking over at the pilots to be sure they weren't looking. “And as for who, it's someone you know.”

You could sense him narrowing his eyes as he saw your recent memories and who you had brought onto his ship. The rage was sudden and he pushed past you storming to the door. You heard it open and a cheerful,

“BRO!”

Followed by the sound of Kylo's fist meeting a fleshy object you assumed to be Ben's face, a blood curdling bone crunching noise, and finally a body hitting the floor. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You tried to tell yourself that if you turned around Ben would be fine and that Kylo hadn't just broken his brother's nose on sight but somehow.. you seriously doubted that.

A few seconds passed and you heard Ben's muffled voice, “Nice to see you too Kylo.”

“GUARDS!” Kylo's voice roared. Several troopers appeared and pulled Ben to his feet, “Throw him in the brig, I'll figure out what to do with him when we reach the Finalizer.”

“Kylo--” you tried to argue but he whirled around and pointed at you. You knew better than to try to argue further, “Fine, then I will be with Ben in the brig. Commander .”

Kylo didn't stop you but you heard his enraged yells behind you as you left. You pitied those pilots who were probably shitting their pants about now. But they'd live, Kylo wasn't that impulsive. He'd probably just sit and stew the entire way back to the Finalizer while you sat with Ben.

You grabbed an ice pack, some clean towels, and headed to the brig. They allowed you entrance and you saw Ben sitting and holding his nose blood dripping down his front. He waved at you and you smiled handing him the ice pack.

“That could have gone better.” you said.

“You obviously don't know my brother...” Ben chuckled, “That's just Kylo. He's always had a temper. It's why he was sent away in the first place.”

“To be a Jedi?”

“So you do know?” Ben asks, “He must really like you.”

You chuckled, “I just know bits and pieces from what I've heard around. There's plenty of rumors about your brother, oddly none about him having triplet brothers.” you smiled and undid Ben's shirt, “You're just ruining this shirt... take it off.” you pulled it off his shoulders and folded it.

“Careful, he is the jealous type.” Ben warned.

“If he had a reason to be jealous then fine, but he doesn't.” you shrugged, “I really don't feel like talking about the specifics of Kylo and I's... whatever. But I am curious about his past. Maybe tell me a little but about that?”

“How about a little info exchange? You tell me something and then I tell you something.” he offered.

“Alright, we can do that. But you have to go first.” you smiled and took one of the towels to wipe the blood from his lips and chin, “Who is Kylo? Really?”

“Kylo Cole Organa-Solo,” Ben began but you snorted “What?”

“Cole? Kylo's middle name is Cole?” you asked.

“Yeah, his middle name is Cole, why is that so funny?” Ben asked tilting his head.

“It's just so... normal. Compared to his first name I was thinking it would be something more exotic, dare I say dramatic. Like I don't know, Jett?” you threw out a random name and Ben laughed.

“No, Kylo's name is the only odd one. You'd think he was named last, as if they had only planned for two but then surprise that dark glob of anti-matter popped out too.” Ben said. “Matt was actually the last one.”

“Sorry, go on...” you said getting a fresh towel, “Let me see your nose...”

Ben lowers the now blood stained one, “It hurts...” he pouted.

You smiled warmly, “Poor thing... just hold still I need to check and make sure he didn't break it. It'd be a shame. You and your brother have such beautiful noses..” she reached and gently touched it. Ben cringed and inhaled sharply but remained still, “Okay... it looks fine. It's just going to be very sore for a while.”

“Brothers.” he corrected then cringed when he moved his head, “Shit... fucking Kylo.” he muttered.

“Anyway continue.” you gestured leaning back against the wall. “Kylo Cole Organa-Solo...”

“We were born the day they signed the Galactic Accordance. Our mom was in labor during it actually.” he laughed, “The official end of the Empire. So that was a big day for her and the galaxy as a whole. Our dad Han Solo was there for the birth. It has been said that Luke made an appearance too. But don't know about that considering there were also rumors that we were born with full sets of teeth. No one really knows what happened.”

“Where?”

“Ah... your turn. But I’ll let you slide this time. We were born in Hanna City on the planet Chandrila. Now, when did you and Kylo meet?”

“We met in the First Order. I was just a young thing and he was the big scary Commander Ren. I was promoted in rank and given a spot on the Supreme Council and Kylo and I were more or less forced into close proximity and we just kind of...” you shrugged, “Over those two years tension led to stress which led to it building and building and finally snapping in a hot, sweaty cum drenched mess in an empty conference room on an even messier table much to Hux's chagrin.”

“So it started as a rivalry of sorts and then became something more?” Ben smirked.

“I guess it could be seen as that, why?”

“Just sounds awfully familiar.” Ben said grinning, “Like our parents almost. Just hope that this ends better.”

“Your parents aren't together anymore?” you asked concerned.

“Are you going to waste your turn or are you going to ask about Kylo?”

“Damn... okay, we'll come back to that.” you said pointing at him, “You said he got sent away?”

“To train to be a Jedi with our Uncle Luke. He didn't want to go. But he was the oldest and he also was the one who honestly had the most power. Power he couldn't control and would let slip sometimes. So mom and dad thought it'd be best if he went with Luke.” Ben explained. “Kylo felt abandoned. Matt was always close to mom and I was closer to dad.. I guess Kylo felt both parents had their favorite. There was no one left for him. He was the third wheel, the odd one out, and he still holds onto that resentment for us. More me than Matty. He and I have always been the ones who fought the most. Matt was the peacekeeper.”

You nodded sadly, “That explains a lot actually. He has neglect issues and fear of rejection. You can see it how easily he's pushed to emotional extremes over simple things. Usually anger. I don't think I've ever seen him cry though.”

“Your turn.” Ben said, “What do you do in the First Order, it must be something to get his attention.”

“I am one of the lead strategists and a weapons engineer.” you replied. “I hold the rank of Lieutenant but I'm up for promotion soon. I work closely with Kylo but also General Hux to improve the Troopers gear and their simulation training.”

Ben removed the towel from his nose, “It stopped...” he said.

You looked him over and nodded, “Yeah it has. Good thing too. If it had kept bleeding I would have resorted to shoving some tampons up there.” you teased.

“So am I a prisoner of the First Order now or...?”

You shrugged, “I honestly don't know. The best thing we can do right now is give Kylo some time to cool off.”

“You know, I'm already nearly 30 there's only so many years left to live. Might not have time for that.”

You laughed, “I get it, he can be... testy. But trust me, he's cooled a lot since we've started--”

“Dating?” Ben suggested.

“Ben.” you said in a warning tone, “Promise me you won't tell him I told you about our personal stuff?”

“Don't worry kid, I got you.”

You sighed, “I think we're almost there. I'll go talk to him to see if I can lessen your sentence.”

“Good luck with that.” Ben said.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and left the cell. Ben was nearly identical to Kylo, it was a little alarming but you could get used to it. Ben was also funny, charming, and goofy. Something you knew Kylo was capable of however refused to let down his guard enough to show. Not even with you. Which was a little insulting if you really thought about it. Then again, he had made his intentions very clear that first night. This was purely for stress relief. You and him had an arrangement and nothing more. But over the past two years you'd grown so close to him, or as close as he'd let you. Under your delusional notions of sentiment it didn't matter, he was Kylo Ren, The Jedi Killer, Supreme Leader Snoke's prodigy apprentice... there was no way.

But even this, whatever it was, would all come to an end. Either in anguish and blood or, if you were lucky, quick and painless. If he had ever really cared he may even give you the option of knocking you unconscious beforehand. Somehow you doubted that though, Kylo always seemed to enjoy hurting people and you were nothing special. Or maybe he actually did see you as special? If that was the case, than that meant he'd take his time with you. Drag out those final moments, maybe even use them to get himself off at a different time. Fuck, he may not even wait just even jack off over your corpse. He was a twisted fuck. You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, when that time came you'd face it head on. For now, you needed to talk the man down from possibility executing his brother.

You entered the cockpit and found him sitting in that middle chair. You quietly approached and kneel by his side, “Commander?” you asked softly, you know he heard you by the subtle movement of his hands.

He ignored you. You remained by his side quietly waiting for him to acknowledge you. Your eyes didn't move from the side of that mask. As you refused to back down you took in the black shine, the dents and nicks in the dome of it. It was intimidating, or it had been when you first saw him. It was nightmare fuel to most what he had done to your predecessor. You'll never forget that lightsaber crackling to life; the red blade ragged and spitting illuminating the dim war room briefly before he had thrust it hilt deep into her sternum so quick your brain hardly registered it until her body lay sprawled and motionless on the floor. All you could do was stare in awe and fascination as that tinted visor slowly turned its sights upon you and in doing so awoke something inside you had not ever felt before. You had been ashamed at how wet that made you. Either the sight of blood shed, the smell of burning skin and plasma, Kylo Ren himself or all of it together made your panties stick to you. And the way his gaze fell upon you you knew he sensed it just as if he could smell your moist cunt in the air.

You shudder a bit at the memory, a heat rising in you. That got his attention. Side eyeing to make sure you were not seen you brought your hand up and hesitantly placed it on his thigh. Without turning his head to fully acknowledge you he slid his hand up his thigh to touch yours. Even through both sets of gloves you could feel his warmth. It was moments like this you were most curious about the Force and what it would be like to feel him like that. You wondered for a split second if that's why he refused--

His hand squeezed yours cutting off any further thoughts. You realized he'd been in there listening. You hated when he was sneaky about it, and only when your thoughts forced his reaction did you realize he was aware of them. You tried to pull your hand away but he held tightly onto it.

“When we arrive, take Solo to my private quarters.” he said, “We have things to discuss. Have dinner sent there for when we arrive. You are to eat with us. I will be needing a chaperon to attend so that I am not tempted to end him.”

“Yes Commander Ren.” you said nodding respectfully. He released your hand allowing you to leave his side.

As you exited the cock pit you saw the Finalizer looming in the distance. You returned to the brig but stopped outside the cell you watched Ben sitting slouched on the metal cot. He had a look of concern on his face, his brow furrowed as those brown eyes looked around as if trying to see any weaknesses in his surroundings. His eyes scanned the walls, the floor, the ceiling and finally landed on you. The look of concern turned into a devious smirk.

“So you have returned to my humble abode?” he asked spreading his hands out, “I was just taking in what I'm guessing is my new living quarters?”

“Afraid not Ben, Ren has invited you to dinner in his private quarters.” you said. “Also I know men like you Solo, you were looking for something to use to bust out of here. What would you have done anyway? You realize your brother is a Commander, right? This is his ship. His men.”

“But I look like my brother...”

“None of these men have ever seen Kylo's face.” you said, “So they'd have no idea who you were if you had tried to pass as him. And I doubt you could. You're too sweet.”

“Have you?” he questioned.

“Well yeah, of course. Kylo and I have been intimate.” You said holding up a pair of binders, “Come on, we're here I managed to lessen your sentence from death to dinner with Kylo Ren.”

“Kinky...” he smirked holding up his hands. “I knew you were Kylo's type.”

“Oh baby you have no idea...” you chuckled as you placed them on his wrists. You put them on and then leaned in close, “Our first time he didn't even take off that mask...”

Ben was speechless and the scandalous expression on his face made you laugh.

“Huh...” he nodded as if impressed. “So am I going to see Kylo dearest before dinner or is this like one of those romance stories where the beauty is dolled up and presented to the beast for dinner. Either to eat with him or as the actual dinner, whichever.”

“No, nothing like that.” you laugh. “Just keep your head down and follow me. I'm your personal escort.”

“Um, Y/N... won't it be a bit odd having a shirtless prisoner being led around in binders?” Ben asked.

“Right...” you looked around and found a trooper's undershirt. “Here... a bit tight. But it's something.”

Ben raised his hands and eyebrows.

“You'll need to... sorry...” you removed the binders and let him squeeze into the shirt. “You're certainly built like your brother...” you mused looking at his body nearly ripping apart the undershirt at the seams.

He offered his hands again and you replaced the binders all the while ignoring that smug grin of his. You had a bad feeling about this. But if Ren wanted to have dinner with his brother you could only hope that was a good sign.

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eclecticminded · 5 years

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Separated

anonymous asked: I just love everything you write! ❤️ Can you do something where the reader is married but things are doing really bad with her husband and after one more huge fight, she ends in a bar and meets Rafael/Sonny/Peter (your choice, I’m fine with any of them :p) and he becomes her boyfriend? Just pretty damn good sex at first but he becomes jealous and wants her all by himself :) is that okay to you? Looooove!!!

Thank you so much! For this story I picked Peter, I hope you enjoy!

During your separation you meet Peter Stone.

Warnings: Sex, alcohol, and food mention. Cursing.

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In the process of separating from your husband, you had agreed to split time at the house. One week he’d get the house and one week you did until other arrangements could be made. You tried to make things work, you really did, but he made it so damn hard. It was one fight after another, him putting you down even as you tried to reconcile. During your third week with the house, he decided to be his usual asshole self, and brought his one night stand back. He claimed he “forgot” it was your week but you knew better; he just wanted to hurt you. And it had.

So maybe that’s why you were at a bar you’d never heard of in lower Manhattan. You wanted to forget about this awful night before you had to find somewhere to sleep. Wanted to strategize filing for divorce. That was definitely why when a good looking stranger slid up next to you, you let him order you another drink. You wanted to feel something again. Be appreciated for once.

“Hi, I’m Peter and you look like you need another,” he had a megawatt smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You hadn’t felt that in a long time, your plan was already working.

“Y/n. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it,” you tucked your hair behind you ear, “Thank you.”

“Wanna talk about it,” Peter seemed so sincere you wanted to pour your heart out to him, “A pretty lady shouldn’t be drinking alone on a Friday night.

“You don’t want to hear about my divorce,” you nervously laughed and sipped at your drink, your soon to be ex hadn’t called you pretty in years.

“I do if it will make you feel better,” Peter motioned for you to follow him. Without hesitating you followed him to a secluded corner where he gathered together some folders.

“Working,” you teased and sat next to him.

“Always,” he sighed, “But let’s talk about you.” Peter listened while you lamented over your failed marriage. Listened to how you married your high school sweetheart and you wished more than anything you hadn’t done it. All the marriage brought you was heartache. Your husband became disenchanted after the honeymoon and soon after you fell out of love with him. You wanted kids, he didn’t. He wanted you to stay home and wait on his every whim, but if you didn’t work no bills go paid. You were miserable for years, finally putting your foot down when he cheated with his secretary.

“His secretary? Are you kidding me,” Peter rolled his eyes, “That’s so cliché.”

“I know! Found them in our bed,” you finished your third drink and relaxed into the chair.

“That’s not right,” he leaned back too, your knees touched, “Why haven’t you filed for divorce?”

“I’m scared honestly,” you shrugged, “He has a temper. He’s never hit me…but ...”

“And he’s at your house tonight,” Peter raised an eyebrow, becoming more concerned by the minute.

“Yup,” you popped the p and leaned your head on his shoulder. This random stranger you’d know for an hour made you feel more comfortable and safe than your husband ever had. Showed more concern for you than he had since before you got married.

“Do you want to go back to my place? I can sleep on the sofa,” he was such a gentlemen, and it made your heart soar.

“I will go back to your place on two conditions,” you sat up and nodded matter-of-factly.

“And those are…” he trailed off, both confused and intrigued.

“If you are so willing,” you rested your hand on his knee, “I would like you to hold me.”

“And your second condition,” Peter took your hand in his and kissed it.

“Kiss me good night,” you smiled sheepishly, “I haven’t been kissed goodnight or held in years. And you listening to me, truly hearing me, it reminded me how much I missed connecting with someone on that level.”

“I agree to both of those conditions,” Peter waived the waitress over and paid the tab, “Let’s go.” In the back of the Lyft to his place, your hands intertwined like they’d done it a million times before. When he kissed you sweet and slow time stopped and stood still. You’d forgotten what this felt like, being close to someone that desired you as much as you desired them.

“You played for the Cubs,” you marveled at the memorabilia that covered the hallway walls leading to Peter’s bedroom.

“I did,” he chuckled, “You a fan?”

“Not big into sports, I’m a baseball and football widow, “you rolled your eyes, “but I understand them enough.”

“Fair enough,” Peter handed you a shirt and sweats, “the bathroom is through there,” he pointed to a door back in the hall and you went to change. By the time you’d haphazardly brushed your teeth with a finger and toothpaste, Peter was changed. You put your clothes in a pile at the end of the bed and hesitated by the bed while he brushed his teeth.

“Ready for bed,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Mhmm,” you didn’t move, “Peter?”

“Yes beautiful,” his pet name made your stomach swell with butterflies again.

“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” your eyes widened and you started to back pedal, “I mean I want to have sex with you. Just not tonight. Fuck, why did I say anything.” You hung your head.

“Hey hey,” Peter lifted your chin, “I didn’t expect anything. Cuddles and goodnight kiss remember?”

“You are too good to be true Peter Stone,” you rose to tip toes and kissed his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he half carried you to bed and plopped you down while you giggled.

“I surrender,” you threw your hands up and he laid down facing you after turning the light off.

“Shit I have to put my phone on the charger,” you started to get back up.

“Already did it,” Peter pulled you back down.

“You’re amazing,” you settled back in.

“Goodnight beautiful,” he kissed you again, sweetly but with hints of passion.

“Goodnight handsome,” you rolled over and he pulled you tight against his chest.

Two months later you were out to dinner with Peter. Your love affair started out innocently enough, cuddles and kisses. But the sex, dear gods above the sex. You’d only ever had sex with one person and he was awful at it. Peter did things to you you never knew possible. You experienced orgasms so intense and brought each other such immense pleasure in and out of the bedroom; it was like you were making up for lost time. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, and Peter couldn’t believe how good you were at blowjobs.

Peter was laughing at something you’d said when your ex barged into the restaurant. You saw him shove past a waitress and you tensed up, Peter followed your eyesight and stiffened. He’d seen your ex before but they hadn’t formally met, now was a good a time as any it seemed.

“What the hell bitch,” he growled at you.

“Did you follow us here,” you tried to get him to quiet down and sit. He’d followed you before and you’d neglected to tell Peter as to not upset him.

“I tracked your phone,” he shoved your hand away when you offered him a seat, “What the hell is your problem?”

“Hey, just calm down,” Peter tried to defuse the situation, “let’s sit down and talk about this. I’ll order you a drink.”

“Stay the hell out of this,” he growled, “this is between my wife and me,” he snatched your wrist and Peter saw red. Peter ripped your ex’s hand away and gathered his shirt in a fist in one fluid motion. The spot where you were seated was secluded enough no one really saw. The waitress he had shoved did, but she thought it was karma.

“I’m an assistant district attorney, you really want to do that in front of me,” Peter’s voice was low and calm, he didn’t raise his it once. What a nice change of pace from your ex-husbands constant screaming and belittling.

“Sorry man,” he jerked away and fixed his shirt.

“Tell her you’re sorry, not me,” Peter pointed to you.

“Not happening,” he barged off, “We’ll talk later.”

“Peter,” your face was set in stone and unemotional, you were shutting down, “can we please go to your place?”

“Yes, let me pay the bill,” he rushed off and was back by the time your jacket was on. The ride to his place you laid on his shoulder in silence. Neither of you spoke until you were in pajamas and sitting on the sofa.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone,” Peter was first to go, “Least of all him.”

“You don’t have to anymore, not that I’ve been seeing him or anything” you fiddled with the edge of the cushion, “I filed today. That’s why he’s mad.”

“You did,” Peter kissed you excitedly and all your anxiety melted away at his touch. It was a nice change of pace from the flinching you did when your ex would touch you.

“Yeah I did,” you giggled, “Should have a court date soon.”

“I can expedite the process,” Peter started thinking, “Did you call the lawyer I told you about?”

“Yes, she says you’re even now, whatever that means,” you shrugged.

“Before I was an ADA I handled her son’s case pro bono. That’s why you don’t have to pay,” he squeezed your hand.

“Thank you,” you kissed his knuckles, “always taking care of me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled.

“I don’t have anywhere to stay,” reality started to settle in, “He’s mad I filed before him, and he’s bound to be angry and lock me out of the house.”

“You could always live with me,” Peter rubbed his head, “You’re here most of the time anyway.”

“Could I really,” you excitedly launched into his arms.

“Yes beautiful,” he kissed your forehead, “on two conditions.”

“Go on,” you giggled, that was your running gag now.

“First condition, I’m getting you a restraining order first thing in the morning. And I’ll have some friends of mine come with us to serve it and get your stuff,” he leaned back so he could see your face.

“That would be amazing thank you, second condition,” you held up two fingers.

“Be my girlfriend. Officially,” Peter turned a light shade of crimson.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you kissed him, letting the last bits of stress between your bodies melt away.

“Didn’t want to risk scaring you off,” he chuckled.

“Not possible. You are so good to me, what did I do to deserve you,” you snuggled into his embrace.

“It’s simple, you were born,” Peter tucked a blanket around your bodies and clicked the TV on. So this is what a healthy relationship felt like. You could get used to this.

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nymphl · 5 years

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In the General’s Bed - Regency Hux x Reader - Ch. 1 - To love a General

A/N: Hello xD Decided to update In the General’s Bed to here as well. It’s a Regency story set in England, 1815. So it will contain historical elements and important figures of that time. I truly hope you like it xD

Story Summary: The General is cornered… Upon returning from a successful campaign in Battle of Waterloo, Armitage Hux knows he has no excuses left; he must produce the much-needed heir. The problem is, when the two of you parted five years ago, it was not in the best of terms. Now, he may not find his wife, you, so willing as he first expected, nor keen on taking part in any of his political games. [Hux x Reader – Hux x You – Regency AU].

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 Tags: Regency Era; Alternate Universe; Alternate Story; Alternate Universe - Historical; Arranged Marriage; Politics; War; Napoleonic Wars; England - 1815; Married Couple; OOCness; Smut

Wordcount: 6589.

NEXT CHAPTER

Southampton, 1815.

“MAMA... A HORSE! IT’S A HORSE!”

A small smile crept to your lips at the boy’s excitement. He squirmed in your arms, trying excitedly to stand up on his bouncy legs and move away from you. That and the trotting sound getting closer and closer made you look up.

Definitely not the actions of a boy excited because of a drawing of his favorite animal in a lost paper in the middle of a children’s book.

As soon as your eyes settled on the source of the boy’s happiness your own vanished.

The smile died in your lips.

It was clear the boy was happy because he saw a real horse. And he simply loved horses. You were sure he would be a great rider — greater than his talented father — when his time comes.

With him still squirming in your hold — he had no idea how dangerous horses could be to a creature as small as himself —, you kneeled on the picnic blanket and glared at him. He was usually a very sweet and well-behaved boy, but he got too excited around huge animals.

“Behave, will you, little Lord?”

He pouted, and if he were any other child, he would have cried. But he was too damn stubborn to cry — just like his father. His big, round and chestnut eyes stared at you with some sort of resentment. He simply hated to be told what to do.

Contrary to most people, you were not affected by this and rose to your feet. Smoothing the fabric of your mousseline dress, you pursed your lips into a thin line.

The visitor — the horseman the boy heard — was not a welcome one, which was kind of ironic, considering he was your estranged husband.

“Stay here.”

“But—

“Lux, do I need to remind you I don’t like when you complain?”

His eyes were full of tears now. He did not cry, however. Too damn stubborn. Too sweet to upset you further with a whiny behavior. Biting your bottom lip — you regretted your tone; you were too harsh with him —, you ruffled his ginger hair and smiled reassuringly at him before stepping away and closer to the stranger entering the property.

“I am sorry, Mama.”

His apology went by unheard by you. Your heart was thundering in your chest and the now stronger breeze did not help your hearing in the least.

Breathe, Y/N. Just breathe.

You told yourself you would be ready for this confrontation a hundred of times. Yet, as the years went by without a word from him, you grew sure he was as good as dead. He was, after all, at the War and people died at Wars. Even though skilled — a General, responsible for his own Battalion and held accountable for numberless victories for the Empire —, he could have fallen. The greatest warriors fell eventually, and Armitage Hux was but a man.

Turns out you were not ready.

You doubted you would ever be.

Feelings of resentment, anger, disappointment, abandonment all filled you, leaving you on the verge of tears. But just like the tiny boy you held in your arms seconds earlier, you were too stubborn to cry.

Biting the inside of your cheeks, you waited for him to dismount and look at you.

He didn’t.

Well, he did dismount his horse and held its reigns tightly in his left hand; the right removed the Wellington hat covering his neatly combed ginger hair before he bowed head towards you in a gentlemanly gesture.

“Lady Hux…”

You stood there, agape, for what seemed like hours.

He was different.

Very different from the man who left you so many years ago. Long gone were the beard and the shoulder-length red hair.

Albeit older now, he looked younger. And paler… and slimmer.

Realizing that you took too much time looking at him in eerie, awkward silence, you closed your eyes and mimicked his gesture. There was a lot you wanted to tell him and even more that you wanted to ask — why did he left without a word, why did he stay silent for five long years, why did he hate you so much? —, but you stopped yourself as you heard the sound of not only more horses trotting, but of a carriage approaching as well.

Of course, he was not alone. It was stupid of you to have thought so.

He arched one light eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer. Embarrassed for messing up the etiquette rules expected of you — a Marquise none the less —, you bowed dutifully.

“My Lord... It has been…” You bit your bottom lip and kept looking down as etiquette demanded, even if you wanted to shoot him dead with your eyes alone. “A long time.”

“Indeed,” he replied; his voice calm. It was not needed to be a genius to know he was looking past you. If his curious intonation was of any indication…

Quicker than a lightening crossing the skies before a storm, Lux ran to you, hiding behind your legs. You could feel his small face against the fabric of your dress, his hand pulling it as he demanded silently to be held in your arms.

“Mama! Who is—

“Lux, what did I—

“Lord Hux, it’s good to see you back and well.” A soft, but firm voice reached the three of you. The boy looked up at the familiar face and outstretched his arms. Rae Sloane did not get him in her arms, instead, she offered her hand and gestured towards the house. “Come along, Lux, it’s time for supper.”

If it was any other talking to him, he probably would have said I don’t want to in a whiny tone, but he never said no to Rae Sloane. Well, you doubted someone ever did. If there was someone the boy both feared and respected, she was certainly the one.

You smiled in spite of yourself.

Rae was not a mother, but she was gifted with children. She never raised her voice nor needed to act harshly; children respected her without any of these subterfuges. The same could not be said about you. As much as Lux loved you, he had a penchant for trying out your patience and defying you whenever he felt like doing it.

“Is he mine?”

His whispered voice dragged you back to the present moment. The smile, once again, died in your lips. You shifted your eyes and stared at him as the answer slipped past your mouth in an equal tone.

“No.”

You did not wait to watch his reaction before you headed to the house. You did not want to watch the judgment in his blue eyes before he even knew the truth. You left all that was taken to the picnic behind; the servants would take care of them as soon as possible.

Without casting a look over your shoulder to see if he was following you — he wasn’t —, you climbed the old wooden staircase with a weak resolve. Your heart was once again thundering in your chest and you were not so sure of the conversation that was to follow. The fact he expressed no loud reaction — always so composed and self-controlled — had you even more nervous.

Soon, his firm steps echoed behind you. He seemed taken by your dry answer, but he did not prevent you from walking away from him and actually dictating where your first words — after five years of estrangement — should take place.

You chose the study and headed to where the whisky was stored. If you were to have this conversation — you knew how mad he would be once he knew the truth — you would rather have some alcohol involved.

He closed the door behind himself, one eyebrow arched as you swallowed the brown liquid in one big gulp.

You opened your mouth.

Nothing came out.

“Is he mine?” he asked once again. His tone was calm, his eyes cold. They betrayed nothing of what he truly felt. If he did feel something. Sometimes, he looked more machine than man.

“No.”

It was your only answer.

Part of you wanted to tell nothing more. Part of you wanted — longed even — to toy with his feelings — did he feel anything at all? — and let him wait — five fucking years — for your answer. Part of you wanted to scream at him and ask why.

…Why no words…

…Why no missives…

…Why no visits…

And mostly, why only cold and sterile silence while you worried yourself to death over his life.

But part of you could not take it any longer.

You poured more whisky in your glass, but before you could bring it to your mouth, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. The glass fell to the floor, but neither of you paid it any attention. The loud crash was nothing compared to the sound of the blood pumping in your ears and your heart racing madly against your ribcages.

“Who is the father?”

His voice was getting impatient now. It was losing all traces of aloofness as he stared at you in the eye; his bluish orbs still cold but narrowed, which indicated at least a bit of annoyance.

The hurt, abandoned and betrayed wife — friend, he was your friend to begin with! Or so you considered yourself as such before he left without notice. It was clear to you he never thought of you too highly; being ten years older than you made him look at you in a condescending manner, and the fact that the two of you were locked in an arranged marriage only made matters worse. Still, you always thought you were able to get through him and understand a little better the man behind the military façade — in you made you wet your lips and raise your chin in defiance.

“Why?” You finally found your voice. “Are you mad?” You narrowed your eyes. “Jealous, Lord Hux?”

His fingers tightened around your arms, but not to the point of hurting you. He was always very self-conscious of his strength and never used it against you. In fact, he was a man who preferred manipulation over brutal violence. If he could make his enemies cower to the sound of his voice, he would. It did not mean, however, he would back down from a fight.

Skillful with both sword and gun, he never retreated from a battle, no matter how lost it seemed to him.

He tightened his jaw and let go of you. Walking around the room, he stopped closer to the decanter, but he did not move to pour himself a drink. His arms were behind his back as he considered his options carefully — considered what to say. When the next words left his lips, you almost choked.

“Lux, you said…” He was back turned to you. He was emotionless and if you did not know him well, you would have said the matter did not affect him in the least. “If I am to raise a bastard, I ought to know whose bastard I am raising.”

You gasped.

Suddenly, the fact he was bothered by the entire situation did not matter at all. You approached him in small steps, your hands reaching out to him and retracting at the same time.

“He is not mine either,” you whispered. He did not look at you, but the fact he had tilted his head to the left a little indicated he had heard you. Even so, you spoke again, “I am not his mother.”

If the General seemed more at ease after your attempt at reassurance, he did not let it show. With his back still facing you, he served himself some whisky and brought the glass to his lips. A scoff left him as he looked at you over his shoulders.

“Brendol Hux would say it’s fitting…”

You furrowed your brows, not getting his meaning.

“It’s only natural that a bastard like myself would raise someone’s else bastard.”

You bit your bottom lip, now heavily regretting your silence. You should have said Lux was not yours when he first called you Mama. You should have reprehended him like you usually did.

This was a sore topic for your husband. You knew it. You knew it better than anyone, having been his friend before you were his wife. Nonetheless, your feelings clouded your judgment. If you were to be honest with yourself, you would admit that his pain would bring you some joy.

You were not usually like this. You had been taught compassion and kindness were the best solutions to almost every situation, but you were only human, and you had reached your limits.

“I already said I am not his mother.”

“Then, who is it?”

That was what you feared the most. It would be a greater blow to his pride to know you were currently not only hosting his rival’s son, but actually raising it, than the knowledge you had slept and had had a child with another man.

“Lord Dameron.” You looked at your feet. “As in Poe Dameron…”

There was silence for a moment.

If your blood was not pumping so fast in your ears, you would have heard him exhaling sharply; would have seen him squaring his shoulders and pursing his lips into a firm, thin line.

“That does not explain the red hair.”

Your head moved so fast your vision went black for a moment. You took a moment to adjust to the sight of the study room around you before you spoke, “Well… It comes from his mother.” You were sure of his next question, so you got ahead of him and continued, “She died in childbirth.”

“The boy believes you are his mother.”

“He doesn’t.” The reply was quick in your lips. You looked down as you saw his dusty shoes approaching you. He stopped in front of you as you explained further, “He knows I am not his mother, however, he loves me as if I were.”

His fingers in your chin made you hold your breath.

“And you love him back.”

You pursed your lips, preventing you from telling him something he would not very much like to hear. In the past, you would not have hold yourself, but you knew the man from the past. This man in front of you? You had no idea who he was. He was no better than a stranger.

Some months were sufficient to change people, five years were more than enough to change someone completely and turn friends into enemies.

Lovers into strangers.

“Should I not?” You stared at him right in the eye, not bothered in the least with the unreadable expression you saw in his bluish orbs.

He let go of your chin and stepped away. Not far to outstretch an arm, but distant enough give you an analytical look.

“The boy should be with his father.”

You scoffed at him. Who was he to decide anything concerning the boy’s life?

“His father visits whenever he can, which is more than I can say about you.”

As soon as these words left you, you placed both hands over your mouth, horrified with your own bluntness. Part of you expected him to strike you — and you were already prepared for a busted lip or something like that —, part of you was sure he would never lean a finger on you.

You reasoned the old Armitage Hux — your friend, your lover — would not harm you under any circumstances, but you also knew this was not the same man from the past. This was your husband and you did not know your husband.

Instead of a slap, he assaulted you with his silence.

You fisted your hands and took a deep breath. Opening your eyes, you saw him walking towards the door.

He was leaving.

He was leaving you without a word.

Again.

You could take anything but it.

“Five years…” you whispered, drawing his attention. “You could have visited.” You could have written, you thought. You chewed your bottom lip, controlling the urge to cry. Never in your life you felt to exposed and so hurt. “Fuck, Armitage!” You felt the first tear rolling down your face. “You could have said you were leaving!”

His answer was quick this time. And so detached that putting a knife in your heart would have hurt less.

“It would change nothing.”

You dried your tears and turned your back to him. Looking at the windows, looking outside, usually helped you calming your nerves. That and alcohol, but you were already dizzy and you were not about to get drunk because of him. He would not have this much control over you. You told yourself you were emotional not because he was back after five long, silent years, but because you were nearing your period and that made your control over yourself slippery.

“How come?”

From your place, you heard him placing the glass over some flat surface and stepping closer to you. It made you straighten your back. He invaded your personal space and you held your breath. When his hands ghosted over your shoulders and arms, you felt your heart stopping for a moment before it raced like wild horses. His fingers traced your fisted hands, loosening your own fingers and entwining them together.

“I would have to be gone anyways.” His voice was a mere whisper in your ear. His right hand moved from yours to your throat and then your chin, forcing you to stare at him.

“I know…” you whispered back, staring right into his blue eyes. They had always been gateways to his soul in the past, when you were both younger, but now… Now, you could see nothing. There was a saying that War changed people and seeing him now… You could not say you disagreed with it. “But it would have changed everything for me.”

It would make you worry less, you could have added. And it would make you feel less dejected… Less abandoned. It would stop you from wondering if it were you who drove him away or if it were something none of you could have done something about.

“You have always hated farewells.” His voice was even lower as he buried his nose in your hair. You sucked in a breath and leaned against him involuntarily. The tip of his nose moved from your locks to behind your ear and finally your neck. He planted a small kiss there.

Your nostrils flared. You inhaled the air, inhaled him. Even if he had changed drastically, appearance and behavior, he still smelled the same.

“I have missed you, (Y/N).”

His lips pressed against a small part of your shoulders that was not covered. His tongue slithered past his mouth and tasted your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You fought not to close your eyes and give in.

Five years was a long time to forget — to forgive — in five minutes and with some kisses. A flirty behavior and some whispered, sweet nothings in your ears would not change how hurt you felt for half a decade.

“I hate to be left in the dark even more,” you finally found your voice. Your shaky legs forced you away from him as you walked further closer to the windows. He took a step towards you and you flinched. “Stay away from me.”

If he was displeased with your behavior, he did not show it. He seemed more like resigned. He took a few steps back and suddenly, you heard the door cracking open. It was not needed to look at him to know he was leaving you alone.

You fought the need to tell him he was not dismissed, as you could have done considering your social position above him. Granted, he was your husband and even though he held no nobiliary title, society deemed him above you and besides your rightful owner.

Gritting your teeth at that, you remained with your head held high, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you in such state of distress. When you did not hear the door closing, you looked at him over your shoulder. He wetted his lips and when your eyes clashed together, he finally spoke; the venomous words making you hate the day you had first met him.

“When you are done feeling sorry for yourself and behaving like a spoiled child, we can have this conversation.”

“Sleep tight, Lux.” You kissed his brow and adjusted the blankets over his chest. It was crystal clear he was quite sleepy, but he fought it with every fiber of his being and kept his chestnut eyes wide open. “I will see you tomorrow.”

He yawned and involuntarily his lids fluttered closed.

You tapped his little nose before leaving the room. You felt your heart race when you met with the straight face of Rae Sloane. She had a knowing aura all around her and you could not help but gulp.

“I am giving you no details,” you lost no time to say. Keeping your hands at your back, you walked towards the stairs, towards the dining room and ultimately, towards your husband.

She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. It was clear she already knew everything from your refusal to share a single information. You huffed in despair. Sometimes you hated this woman to guts. Her quick-witted mind and analytical abilities usually — always — left you entirely at her mercy.

“Are you having dinner with us?” you asked, looking at her out of the corner of your eyes.

“Do you want me to?” she answered with another question. Her straight face gave away nothing, but you have lived for long five years with her to know when she was having fun at someone’s expenses. At your expenses.

“I’ve never known you to ask rhetorical questions, Rae.”

She shrugged, her hands placed behind her back. She behaved just like Hux, which annoyed you to no end. Or he did behave like her, considering she was the one to raise him and teach everything he knew…

You opened your mouth, but she bet you to your game and shook her head. In fact, you would have said she glared at you, her dark eyes hiding nothing of her disapproval.

“Why not?”

She raised her brows as if it was difficult for her to believe you.

“You are his wife; your marital problems are none of my business, my Lady.”

“But…” You closed your mouth. She had to help you. “You know him better than anyone.” You stopped on your way to the dining room and held her hands between yours. She was not a woman who enjoyed physical contact that much, but she learned over the years not to push you away. “Rae, you raised him! If there is someone who knows him—

She patted your hands between hers reassuringly. She never did that, and when she did, it meant that the content of her words would not be what you wanted to hear at all.

“Time changes people, (Y/N)… Being in a War zone for five years changes them forever.”

You swallowed.

She was right. You knew that. She knew what she talked about. This War… she had seen it close by. She had been engaged in it. For as much as Wars were forbidden territory for women, there was always a Rae Sloane out there who defied everyone and everything to act by her beliefs.

“He could have come back...” You whispered, barely acknowledging defeat. “Lord Dameron comes back from time to time.”

She snorted.

“Can you even hear yourself?” Her tone was edgy; she had no qualms putting you in your place. “Lord Dameron is not a General. There were not thousands of lives hanging on his shoulders, even if that cocky brat would like to believe otherwise.”

This time, along with saliva, you had to swallow your pride.

“Now, let’s eat.” She gave you her back and started making her way towards the dining room. “If I have to endure your whiny and his sulky company, I would like to do that with warm food and good wine.”

Dinner time was ridiculously silent. The two of you stared at your own plates and Rae took her time analyzing you both. It was clear to you she was taking her sweet time and getting every bit of information she could about you and your relationship.

What was not clear as of yet was if she would play on your team or his… Given their proximity, you would say she would stand by him, but… She had lived with you for five years and you would like to believe the two of you formed a bond during this time.

However, Rae Sloane was a clever woman and she never did anything without considering all variables. If she was to team up with him, she would have good reasons to do so. It does not mean you would take it lightly. A betrayal was a betrayal after all.

You chewed your bottom lip and stared at her. She was thoroughly focused on your husband and when you looked at him, you noticed he was staring at you. His impossibly blue eyes completely on you.

A shiver ran down your spine.

In the past, you would have died for his attention — whatever bits of it he decided to give you; you would even beg for it and put yourself in all kinds of situations just to be the sun in his life — but now… It did not make you feel any comfortable.

Not for the first time, you had to agree with Rae. Five years, indeed, changed people. The man to your left, regarding you with some sort of… curiosity and renewed interest that you could not quite decipher was not the man you knew; the friend you worshiped.

As time went by — and after the third glass of wine — you were openly staring back at him and the fact that Rae could side with him did not bother you that much anymore. You were barely aware of the fact she was watching you both.

He was… different.

Very different.

There was no other way to put it. Before — before he left for the War —, he had a thick ginger beard and shoulder length-hair you loved to run your fingers through. You still recalled how it was to kiss him, when the two of you were merely engaged and hiding from your strict father, and entangle your fingers in his locks and later how he would brush his lips — and his beard — along your neck and shoulders. Always a sucker for the rules, he never went beyond kisses and a few bolder caresses that never put you in a compromising situation.

There was no beard now and no long hair for you to entangle your fingers in. His pristine appearance made him look even more distant and unreachable. Cold.

However, what stood out the most were his eyes. His bluish eyes were so icy now. Calculative. There was no warmth left in them — now, that was not a word that you would usually associate to him, but even if a rare occasion, you had seen him looking at Rae Sloane with some affection in the past —, no fondness whatsoever.

Yet, that did not make him less attractive. He exuded power from his very pores. His movements were not missed by you, as you analyzed every inch of him. It was with some surprise that you realized that you were staring at his long fingers around his wine goblet and actually imagining how it would feel to have them running over your skin in a sensuous caress.

You shivered…

…and busied yourself with your own goblet. You drank every last drop of your wine and gesticulated for the footman to serve you with some more. You almost chocked when you noticed that you were alone with your husband.

Rae was long gone, and you did not see her leaving. The servants were also out of sight.

In silence, he rose to his feet and outstretched his hand to you. With your brows furrowed, you were not sure if you should accept his gesture or not. His words still stung; part of you was not ready to forgive him for that either.

However, a small, rational part of you, knew that if the two of you were to reach an understanding you would have to let go of your grudges and listen to him — at least try to.

If those five years were hard for you, you could only imagine what it was for him.

“I am sorry…” You bit your bottom lip. “I am sorry for my reaction earlier. My behavior was… inexcusable.”

He did not say anything, not to agree nor to disagree with you. You thought that it was to be expected. He was never a man fond of small talk, you reasoned that he would not start taking a liking to it now.

With a defeated sigh, you placed your hand on his and let him pull you to your feet. This time, when his face came closer and his nose touched yours, you did nothing to stop him.

“All these years…” he started, his voice low; his breath caressing your face. He brought his left hand to your chin and held you in place, forcing you to stare at him. His eyes were still distant… still unreadable. “There was never a day that I haven’t thought of you.”

Your heart raced at his words — that was closer as you would get to an apology for not having contacted you —; you felt conflicted. Part of you wanted to pull away, the other half wanted to pull him closer. His eyes were focused on your lips, and you found yourself closing your lids and acting by instinct.

Not very sure where to put your hands, you grabbed the lapels of his navy-blue tailcoat and pulled him down. He was taller than you and you had to stand on your toes to reach his full lips.

A moan left you as your lips met. A small caress. A mere brush. But after five years away from his touch, you were starved, and the very feel of him against you was enough set you on edge. His hands were stationed at your waist, pressing you against him, leaving no space between your bodies. His tongue caressed your bottom lip, seeking entrance, which you gladly conceded.

From there, you were not sure who dominated the kiss — if you or him, it did not matter, it was pleasurable both ways. He probably did, for he was a sucker for control. Your fingers brushed against his chin, before they entangled on his short, pristine hair. You almost chuckled in his mouth when he grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands and moved them away from him.

He parted from you, his eyes intensely focused on your face. This time, you did not look away as expected from you, but you were about to bit your bottom lip when you felt his thumb caressing it earnestly. His right hand moved from your waist upwards, forcing you to suck in a breath. Your tongue brushed against his finger and his eyes darkened a bit.

“I have thought of you as well…” you admitted, your breath coming out in short gasps, “every single day… every waking hour. I was worried sick when you never came back.” He stopped caressing your bottom lip and tried to step away. You held him by his wrist. “Why haven’t you come back, Armitage?”

Instead of giving you a straight answer, he crashed his lips against yours in an overpowering kiss. He backed you against the dining table and smothered any thought of complaints. You kissed him back, surprised at how much intensity he could print into such gesture. With a gasp of surprise, you broke away from him when you felt his fingers tracing the line of your shoulders. His mouth quickly assaulted your exposed skin, covering the same ground his fingers just had covered a little bit earlier.

“I want you,” he whispered before bestowing your earlobe with a kiss. His voice was husky. Needy. It sent a jolt to your core. “I want you now.”

“Here?” you whispered back, fighting the wave of arousal that washed over you. It made you shudder. You bit your bottom lip and tried to think rationally. “Someone can see us.”

He paid you no attention as he sent all the tableware to the floor and forced you to sit over the wooden table. With his fingers entangled in your hair, he quickly removed the pearly clips your lady’s maid had put there before, letting your locks fall on your shoulders and back. You expected him to assault your mouth once again, but instead he buried his nose in your hair.

“Yes, here.” His voice was still husky; his hands and yours — you quickly noticed — worked on his tailcoat, removing it. The pearly cravat and the waistcoat trailed their way to the floor as well. “I want you now, here… And I don’t give a damn if anyone sees us.”

His admission and the passion that emanated from him were enough to make you pull him down by his hair and force him into a kiss. You ran your fingers through his still clothed chest, working on the buttons on the way.

He shuddered under your touch.

Your mouth was busy with his when you realized his hand was inside your evening dress, smoothing the fabric of your chemise and hiking it to your thighs. His lips trailed your neck again and moved down, towards your exposed clavicle and the contour of your breasts.

Dammit.

You drew in a sharp breath.

This was going all too fast.

You could feel him everywhere. His smooth face — devoid of the beard you loved so much — against your chest as his tongue traced your nipples through the fabrics of your chemise and evening dress; his left hand on your waist holding you in place and the right inside your clothes, reaching to your most private area.

A long and delighted moan left your lips when his mouth enclosed around your hard nipple and his finger touched your neglected — starved for his attention, and for so many years, really — clit and rubbed it through the undergarments slowly, as if showing how he would make love to you.

His touches were very… precise and thought-out. Even if he was passionate — more than you could remember —, intense, there was a part missing. His soul, his heart, was not in it.

And no matter how much needy you felt — famished and denied of his utter devotion and worship —, you were not blind not to see he was not totally into the act. Not the part of him you wanted — needed — the most.

This was all too much.

“S-Stop,” you muttered between short gasps. “I-I c… I can’t.”

He removed his mouth from your breasts and moved it closer to your own; his fingers, however, did not stop in their ministration, at least not until he had you withering under his touch.

You closed your eyes.

And your brain barely registered he had managed to somehow remove your undergarments and had inserted two of his fingers inside you, reaching as far as possible; his thumb sweetly pressed against your clit.

Your hands were on his arms, the nails digging deeply into his skin as he brought you to an earth-shattering orgasm. This time, he disobeyed your order and took your lips in an overwhelming kiss, smothering your moans.

He never stopped his caresses, not until you rode your orgasm fully. His tongue inside your mouth dominated you, indicating that besides making love slowly to you, he would take you fast and hard as well… It made you clench a bit more around his fingers, the wetness making it easier for him to keep scissoring you.

As soon as you came down from your high, you opened your eyes and stared at him, your bottom lip swollen and castigated. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips, licking the traces of your orgasm clean.

“I was not ready for it,” you started out of breath.

Well, that was debatable.

You shook your head. Your body was more than ready for it — would it ever deny you any of the countless pleasures he could offer you? —, but your heart was not.

Not while you did not know if he was totally into it. And not only body. You needed body, mind, soul.

“You needed it,” he replied, tracing your bottom lip slowly. You could almost taste yourself. “Don’t deny me…” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours. “Don’t deny yourself, (Y/N).”

The way he spoke your name had you shuddering.

Somehow, you managed to find some strength in yourself and pushed him by his shoulders.

“No.”

He furrowed his brows.

“No.” Your voice was firm this time. “Not until I know why you never came back. It’s…” You bit your bottom lip, you wanted to cry. You always became a bit oversensitive after an orgasm and he knew it. “It’s killing me!”

He narrowed his eyes at you and moved away.

Long gone was the passionate man whose blue eyes promised to worship your body throughout the night; the man whose whispers admitted so openly to need you.

His back was facing you.

He had squared his shoulders.

But his silence remained.

No word left his lips. No words would.

“I was worried sick you had died… For months I…” You bit your bottom lip, you were about to cry and it ashamed you that you were about to admit how you were devastated that he had left without notice, but you had to make him understand how miserable your life had been all these years. He had to know! “For months I cried without knowing. Were you alive? Were you dead? Were you badly injured?”

You climbed down the table and smoothed the skirts of your dress.

“And then I started receiving offers for a second marriage. My father was gone— Your throat closed at the unwanted memory. Your eyes were glued to the floor, if you looked up you would have seen the somber look in his own blue orbs. “And I was the sole heir to his title and his lands… Every dandy said the love of my life was gone and I should secure my position through a new and beneficial marriage.”

He had no words when you were done.

“Did you hear me?”

He remained silent.

“Did you hear me, Armitage?”

He looked at you over his shoulders. His lips were drawn into a tight line.

“Love… such a meaningless word.”

Your eyes widened at his choice of vocabulary. Your heart stopped for a moment and your throat constricted.

“Do you love me?” he asked, and you noticed all too late he was invading your personal space. He touched your chin and tilted your head slightly back, forcing you to look at him.

You bit your bottom lip.

Before you could answer, he continued. His words low and sharp enough to crush your heart completely.

“Marriage is not about love, (Y/N). You should know that by now.”

A/N - I’ll update part 2 - To outsmart a General as soon as possible. If you never read this story and want to read all chapters posted so far there aren’t many xD, just go to my AO3 and you’ll find the rest of this story there. And if you want to be tagged, just let me know xD

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there was absolutely no need for a baldo ren fic but I wrote it anyway so enjoy.

------- ao3: have faith

warnings for head injury, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, and hella amounts of angst

Blinding, uncontrollable rage.

The more Kylo thought about how foolish he’d been, how badly Luke Skywalker and the entire Resistance had humiliated him in front of the entire First Order, the more his turmoil swirled around him. Hux could feel it; it had nearly choked him.

The entire dugout on Crait had begun to shake with the absolute fury emanating from Kylo’s clenched fists. His eyes were dark, terrifying. In the right light, they sparkled red with the reflection of the sand dunes outside and for one moment, Hux thought Kylo was undergoing an actual transformation, like the whispered stories of the Sith he’d heard as a child around base.

Nobody had warning before the cave began to collapse.

A flash of terror shoots through Kylo Ren’s eyes indicating that not even he could have foreseen this happening. He’d been so consumed by his rage that he’d forgotten his power, what he could do to the world around him, the ways in which he could harness the force.

When Kylo comes to, he’s engulfed by the smell of bacta, the overly-sanitized smell he’s only ever had to endure a few times. He usually chooses to treat his wounds by himself, in his quarters. But this time… he’s in the med bay, and his whole body feels like a giant bruise.

He tries to move, and right away a droid swoops in, beeping at him to tell him to stay still. A flash of anger fills him, but the moment he lifts his head, the room spins and he has to lay back down.

The droid informs him rather factually that, according to General Hux, Kylo’s distress and harnessing of the Force caused the dugout on Crait to collapse upon the First Order presence in the dugout at the time - including him. Many sustained injuries, including Hux’s broken leg, many concussions, and Lord Ren’s head injury.

“I’m fine,” Kylo says curtly. “Release me to my chambers.”

I’m sorry I cannot do that yet, the droid beeps to him in binary. We must wait until your wound heals.

Before Kylo can ask any more questions, the droid gives him another sedative and puts him right back to sleep.

The next time Kylo wakes, he is blessedly back in his chambers. He’s filled with questions, the least of which being what wounds he sustained on Crait. He’s wearing standard issue undershirt and cotton trousers, and feels… different.

Nothing on his body feels sore. He can’t understand why he was protected for so long in the med bay, kept sedated to prevent further injury. Kylo turns to sit upright at the side of his bed. His head throbs a little, but he equates that to the fact that he’s been lying down for… an indeterminable amount of time.

But then he realizes what feels so off.

There’s no hair hanging down in his eyes, tickling his nose before he’s had a chance to comb it back. And he feels… cold.

Kylo winces as he stands and rushes to the refresher. There, in the mirror, he looks in horror at what he’s become.

Even more like your grandfather, a voice says in his head.

But he doesn’t want to be like his grandfather in this way. Not like this.

Kylo reaches a hand up, fingers trembling as he touches the bare, cool skin of his head. He’s bald. An angry array of scars just like the one on his face drift back and forth in careless strokes over his scalp. His hair will never grow back the same again.

It will never grow back over those scars at all.

He feels his anger welling inside him again, the mark of a monster well and truly on him now, evident in his reflection. He sends a message to Mitaka to ensure another helmet is made for him, as soon as possible, typing out the words instead of sending a visual message.

Kylo refuses to let anyone see him like this.

He feels dread at the thought that Hux has already seen his state, seen the way Kylo now looks misshapen and mangled like the monster he never wanted to become. In this moment, he finds himself wishing he’d just died in that cave, instead.

There’s a prickling around him, the Force bubbling the way it does before it connects him to Rey, and Kylo can only bow his head to pretend that Rey isn’t about to see him like this, to see what he’s become.

He hears her sharp intake of breath, the gasp she can’t hold back.

“Ben.”

He doesn’t dare look up. He knows she can see him plain as day - his scars, the bare skin where his hair once was. Kylo hates the way he looks, the way he feels, the way every single experience now is almost out-of-body in the way that it’s happening to him, not with him.

Kylo doesn’t acknowledge Rey, can’t bring himself to see the disgust in her eyes. Or worse, for her to realize that this is the monster he’s become now - and to look at him that way.

He would much rather remember the tenderness in her eyes like when they’d stood in the lift, on the way to see Snoke. She’d looked almost like she cared for him. That’s what he wants to remember. Not the disgust likely to be in her eyes now.

Cold fingertips press to the back of his arm, the bare skin there that is so rarely left exposed. He should have changed into his robes, for some semblance of normalcy. The feeling of her hand on his arm is a shock, and he spins around instantly. Kylo keeps his head bowed in shame. He’d done this to himself.

“What happened?” Rey asks softly.

In his periphery, Kylo can see Rey reaching up, her fingers not touching his skin, but dancing close enough that he can feel her presence. Words fail him.

He senses Rey’s realization before she ever has to say it. “You were in the cave on Crait when it collapsed.”

Kylo nods. “It was because of me,” he says. He needs her to be angry at him, he needs to not be the only person so heavily disappointed in his actions.

“Ben…”

Rey rests her hand tenderly on his cheek and Kylo’s eyes flutter closed. She’s being so gentle with him, and he doesn’t understand why. After all he’s done… after she walked away from him… she’s back again and touching him with a tenderness he doesn’t remember ever feeling before. Kylo releases a trembling breath and waits for her to say how disappointed she is. How he really is a monster, after all.

“Look at me.”

Kylo has never been one for self-preservation, not when he knows he deserves the torment, so he brings his gaze to meet Rey’s. He must force himself to look into her eyes when she realizes the monster he’s become.

But instead, her eyes are brimming with tears and there’s sadness in her eyes. Not pity, not disappointment, just sadness. “I didn’t mean for this to happen to you,” she whispers.

Her cold hand cups his cheek and she steps nearer to him. Rey’s entire body is cold; she must be on ship, or on a cold planet somewhere. Kylo yearns to hold her, to warm her up, to show her that he’s not as awful a person as he feels he is. But he’s frozen in place, his shame too much.

Rey lets her other hand drift gently over his scalp, cool fingertips brushing shapes into his skin that are etched there forever, Rey’s mark upon him, just like the scar on his face. “It’ll grow back,” she whispers. “Not everywhere, but it will…”

She’s trying to be reassuring, but why? What purpose would that serve? Kylo doesn’t understand.

“We will join each other, one day,” Rey whispers to him, both hands framing his face now. Her thumbs brush over the apples of his cheeks and his eyes drift down again.

“Ben,” she says his name again. It sounds so sweet upon her lips. Oh, how he’d love to hear her say his name for the rest of his life. When Rey speaks his name, he sounds like a real person, like he hasn’t become a broken, empty shell of who he once was.

Kylo’s eyes meet Rey’s again, and she blinks. Her eyelashes are wet, and there’s a small tear track down one of her cheeks. “Please, don’t hurt yourself anymore,” Rey pleads. “Even if this was an accident… the galaxy needs us.”

“You left.”

Her hands drift gently over his shoulders, down over his chest. He feels strong and warm beneath her palms. When Rey lets her hands fall to her sides, she looks back up at Kylo. “I know what I saw, when our hands touched,” she tells him. “We will join each other one day. But it wasn’t that day,” Rey shakes her head, “And it isn’t today.”

Kylo frowns. He’s starting to think that what she’d seen was just a dream, that he’d imagined what he’d seen, too. It was all just a game. They were pawns of the Force, nothing more.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Rey whispers. “In that vision, you had hair. It’ll grow back.” She glances at his head, at the pale, bare skin there, littered with angry red marks of healing gashes. “We will see each other again,” she promises, “And we’ll be happy. Together.”

Almost as if she’d planned it, the Force-projected image of Rey disappears in the blink of an eye and Kylo stands alone in his refresher once more. He leaves the room, not bothering to even so much as glance in the mirror. I would grow back, sure, but that took time. Lots of time. Time Kylo wasn’t confident he had left.

But he would trust Rey.

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k-renne · 7 years

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DEVILISH INTENTIONS

by: @kylo-renne + @kyloholic

Summary: Kylo Ren is cursed to live his life alone, that is until an angel catches his eye.

There was a faint sound of child crying that disrupted the peace and quiet around you. No, it was a baby… An infant. You could hear its wails as if it was hollowed out by a wall beside you. Lifting your head up as you could sense—and feel the distress—your heart ached. “Y/N, your time has come.” A heavenly voice spoke behind you. “You are ready to protect and watch over your first soul.”

Turning in your spot, you took in a deep breath and nodded. You had waited an eternity for this, to become a guardian angel. It was your sacred duty to watch over those who needed it the most. Those weak and fragile, young and oblivious… Even those who were unaware of the dangers the path they had been taking. And your first soul: a new born child.

As if within a blink of an eye, you found yourself in a hospital. Although the nurses surrounding the mother at the bed couldn’t see you, you could see them. You could feel the despair that filled the air. The mother was dying and the child was going to be left alone. No father, no sibling, no family. No one. And it was now your job to protect the child and find it a proper home.

Turning your attention away from the mother as you could feel her life slip away from her body, you shut your eyes for a moment before turning to the infant. Seeing it rest in the small cradle. Although it’s mother had been dying, the child was fast asleep. You knew you had to act quick, it wasn’t long before the child awoken.

Reaching for the infant as the room had emptied out, leaving the mothers now lifeless body there, you held the child close. It was a she and she’s was going to be named Emma. She seemed precious, tiny in your arms, warm and bundled up. You couldn’t help but smile at her resting face. “Don’t worry, my little sweet pea, I will protect you from all that is harmful in this world.”

In the distance, there was a sudden gloom, or so it would’ve seemed like if you had looked. As one life was given, one was taken, and death was quite close in taking the mother’s soul away.

Lurking in the shadows, covered in darkness with thick and heavy robes, Kylo appeared. Yet another soul he had to take into the depths of the underworld. He had sensed it coming. Appearing in the room, seeing the woman’s body lie on the bed, he only came to a stop. There was a holy glow, something bright and warm around the child. He hadn’t realized what it was until he turned his focus away from the infant. Nothing but a pair of white wings caught his attention. An angel. A guardian angel. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever taken a soul while an angel had been guarding a living one.

Taking a few steps back into the darkness that was the unused side of the room, behind the separating curtain, Kylo watched you. You were gentle and caring, holding the baby close to you so it could feel your compassion and love. The glow around you seemed so bright, brighter than any he had ever seen. You must’ve been a new angel, your wings were absolutely beautiful and untarnished with not a single feather out of place.

It was hard not to gaze, you were the most stunning creature he had seen in his time. So youthful, so bright… So full of love. Love, it’s was oozing out of you. It almost seemed as if you exhaled it. Was it because you were around the infant? Or was that your natural way of being?

Feeling a small smile grow on his lips—something he hadn’t done in ages—his heart felt light in his chest. She’s so beautiful, he thought as he observed you. He couldn’t possibly make an entrance and take the mother’s soul while you had been guarding the child, he didn’t want to frighten you. It was enough that it was a rarity for him to see an angel. But an angel as breathtaking as you? He wouldn’t dare step out of the shadows and scare you with his dark aura.

So he waited. The feeling in his chest was unsuppressable, it was heavy and it was there. He had never felt something like it before. You were so…angelic, to say the least. He couldn’t believe it, how had he been lucky enough to even see such precious creature with his own two eyes?

He could sense the innocence about you. The way you cradled the child so carefully and showed such affection, even if the baby was asleep. You were nothing like him, not an inch of you was corrupted. Your soul was clean and pure. His was rotten to the core. Yet, he couldn’t help but imagine himself being in love… To be beside someone for all eternity and for them to show him love back. It seemed impossible with his title.

Eventually you left with the child, leaving him to take the mother’s soul. Kylo sighed, looking longingly towards the way that you just left. He had to remember that you were an angel, you’d never go for the likes of him. That’s just the way things were, angels and demons did not get along. Still, Kylo couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest when he thought of you. He hoped to remember your face, because he’d probably never see you again.

Kylo underestimated just how much you had caught his interest, and he just so happened to be around while you were doing your works. He had his ways of finding you, it was easy with how bright your presence was compared to others. Besides, seeing you was one of the few things that made him happy and he couldn’t help but want to keep going back to see more.

You were completely oblivious to Kylo, who had no idea how to approach you without scaring you away. Right now he was just trying to find out things that you might like for gifts, which he thought was the only thing he had to offer to you.

However another angel wasn’t as oblivious as you, Hux often kept an eye on Kylo to try and find things to win his favor. Though he was an angel he was corrupt, he liked to play both sides against each other. He smirked as he saw Kylo, the king of hell, follow an angel around like a lost puppy. How pathetic, Hux tsked. The devil had a crush on an angel. That meant there was only one thing to do, exploit it.

It was all too easy to capture you, as you were far too trusting of your fellow angel. You just thought he was taking you somewhere, that you had been doing a great job and the higher ups wanted to see you. It wasn’t until Hux put bindings on you that you realized this wasn’t what you thought it was, “Hey! What is this?” You try to free your hands. Even your wings are bound, by some sort of magical golden string

“Foolish girl, you were so easy to trick,” Hux chuckled.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” You panicked, wherever it was it was very dark. It seemed like the elevator you were in never stopped going down.

“You’ll see,” Hux smirked.

You scoffed at him in disgust, “How could you do this, this is wrong!”

“You’re new aren’t you?” Hux raises his brow.

“Why should that matter?” You frown.

“Maybe that’s why he likes you so much, your innocence.”

“Who? What are you talking about?”

The elevator dings, doors opening and interrupting you. The room is dark, dimly lit by candles and warm chandeliers. It seems like a throne room of sorts, opulence apparent in the gold accents and ornate black rugs. At the end of the path sits a throne, large enough to fit three men and sculptured with black marble.

You gasp when you see who sits on the throne, a demon and you’ve never seen one before, only in books. The more you realized where you were the more afraid you became. You couldn’t help but stare at the demon, who absolutely reeked of power. He had large thick black horns that sprouted from raven waves, fire from the hearth in front of him reflected in his eyes and gave them an eerie glow. Everything about the man was large, from his shoulders, to his nose, to the pair of jet black wings from his back - you felt like you were going to get swallowed whole just looking at him.

“Ren, I have a gift for you,” Hux addressed Kylo casually.

“Hux, you know my proper name. Use it or you will not be welcome here,” Kylo warned. He eyed you curiously, trying not to show his true emotions at seeing you. In reality his heart was beating so fast he’d thought it burst, and if it wasn’t so dark you could probably see the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

“Right, Supreme Leader Ren…anyways about your gift.”

“Come forward,” He waved his hand. Your steps were shaky as Hux pushed you forward, and Kylo couldn’t help but be concerned at seeing how nervous you were. The last thing he wanted was to scare you. He rested his fist against his mouth in thought.

“I think this is the one that you’ve been interested in lately, am I right?” Hux eyed Ren. “I thought you’d like to have her, so I brought her to you.”

Kylo is unsure of what to do, should he accept you? Or let you go. He had a feeling if he let you go Hux wouldn’t like that…and it was best not to start conflicts with him. Maybe this was the chance he was waiting for, it wasn’t the best of circumstances but when else would he get to spend time with you. “Okay, leave her with me. I will compensate you,” He shoos Hux away, rising from his throne to walk over to you.

You stare at your feet, breath constricting in your chest as you heard his footsteps get closer. Kylo stopped in front of you, and your eyes widened at how big his feet seemed next to yours, surrounded by draping black velvet from his cape. He waited for Hux to leave before dealing with you. “This way,” He said softly. His voice made you look up, heat filling your cheeks as his warm brown eyes gazed into yours. It was hard to be afraid of them.

You followed Kylo, too afraid not to listen to him or to even try to escape. That was outside the risk you were willing to take, if Kylo was who you thought he was you’d have no chance either way. You’d have to bide your time at this point, figure out just why you were brought to him.

He brings you to a room, and closes the door behind you. He can see how nervous you are, “You’re trembling,” His hand just barely grazes your feathers. His eyes were filled with concern, you had to remind yourself not to fall for his tricks. You suck in a deep breath.

“Here, let me untie this,” He offers.

Not knowing what else to say you nod, just trying to keep yourself together. His hands are surprisingly gentle, much different from the way that Hux tied you up before. Though his finger tips feel rough they work carefully, taking their time to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. When the last rope falls you sigh, stretching out your sore wings.

The sight of your wings has Kylo in a gaze. He couldn’t help but gawk. From afar, they were beautiful, but now up close and open, they were magnificent. Far more stunning than any wings he’s ever seen. He used to think the wings he had were otherworldly, the most unique and jaw dropping ones, but your beg to differ.

It was a shame they were tied down for who knows how long. Kylo was well aware he’d have to tell off Hux whenever he’d get the chance for causing harm to such a beautiful and innocent creature. Even if Kylo wanted you the way he had you now. “This is where you’ll be staying. Feel free to roam around if you’d like. You’re not a hostage here.” He calmly spoke, a much different tone he had towards you rather than Hux.

Quietly looking back at him, hands held together as you were unsure what to say, you simply blinked. Although you were no longer afraid—at least, not so much with how kind he had been—you still were on edge. Why would an angel be in the underworld? And why would the devil himself want you there? It was a question you’d save for later, you wouldn’t dare upset him now when he’s been respectful.

“Thank you.” You softly responded, looking up at him and taking in a small, deep breath.

Kylo had it all planned out the moment he laid eyes on you. He was going to shower in all the gifts he possibly could—gifts you could never imagine to achieve. He was going to do anything to make you less fearful of him and more…affectionate towards him. Kylo wanted nothing more than for you to reciprocate the feelings, even if the doubt in the back of his mind made it seem impossible.

His gifts started off small, the moment he had left you to your room, you instantly found a small bouquet of roses on the bed. Then, one after the other, you found little gifts lying about. Whether it was more flowers, trickers, or even makeshift animals that would disappear in a puff, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest of flattered. What was it about you that caught his attention? Was it your innocence? Although you feared that was it, that he wanted you just for that, you tried thinking more positively about the situation. After all, optimism was one of your quality traits.

But, as the days had passed you by, it was hard to believe he was using you. Along with his gifts came his presence. From time to time, he’d appear holding your gifts, giving you sweet gestures and even smiling from time to time. He didn’t want you to dislike him, nor to see an enemy out of him. Kylo wanted you to love him the way he was slowly believing he loved you. He tried everything in his power to make you feel comfortable, even in the underworld.

“I have a small surprise for you.” Kylo said one day as you had been walking beside him, a small smile on his lips as he gently got a hold of your hand. One thing Kylo was towards you was gentle. He saw you as something precious and treated you as such. And it made your stomach turn. Not for the worst, but for the best. You never expected someone like him to be so…kind. “I thought it would be something lovely to see.”

“What is it?” You curiously asked as Kylo walked up to the room you had been staying in.

“You will see.” He nodded his head before opening the door, letting go of your hand so you could walk in first.

Looking at the—or where once was a—ceiling, you gasped, covering your mouth. It was the night sky, stars filling your view above you as if you had been lying under them. “This is absolutely wonderful… Thank you.”

Taking in a small breath as he watched you, he stepped closer to you. You were so fascinated by the false night sky that you hadn’t realized how fascinated Kylo was with you. “My pleasure. Anything to make you feel comfortable and at ease.”

But, with such comfort came discomfort. You rarely went outside of your room unless to eat or join Kylo for small walks. You had no interest in walking on your own when you knew nothing but trouble lurked. Possibly why you regretted t the one time you had.

You should’ve expected it, after all, you were in the underworld and the confines of your room and Kylo’s presence made you feel safe. But what you saw was absolutely terrifying and—in simple terms—ugly. You wanted no part of it, you had never felt so afraid before. And you were aching to see the sun again. To be hit by fresh breezes from time to time and to smell the ocean water.

It also didn’t help how dark and brooding Kylo was. No matter how sweet and gentle he was towards you, it didn’t hide the fact that he was who he was.

Kylo, on the other hand, was unaware of your revelation and how much you were starting to come to your senses. Even if he believed you were starting to feel the same way… At least, a part of you must’ve been.

“Kylo, I would like to go up and see the sun for some time.” You said to him as he had gone to visit you. ”I promise to return, I just miss the fresh air and the brightness of the morning sky.”

Looking down at you as his lungs filled with air, he nodded his head. “Of course.” He said with a smile. To his surprise, not an ounce of him was worried that you’d leave him for good. He had trust in you. He believed you’d return to him.

He had no idea how wrong he was. His faith in you was missguided.

The moment you felt sun kiss your skin you sighed in relief, you closed your eyes and took a breath of fresh air. It felt like a weight was being lifted from your shoulders, perhaps because you were no longer in the presence of Kylo and the air around him always felt heavy on your chest. A smile graced your face in what felt like a long time.

A few days passed, and Kylo felt fine. But as days turned into weeks he became very worried. It didn’t stop him from sending you gifts, trying to tantalize you back to him. He’d even write to you, tell you how much he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again. He didn’t understand why you had been gone for so long, only that he had never felt this heartbroken before. Why? You said you would be back. You promised.

The longer you stayed, the harder it was for you to leave. Then you started to think, why go back at all? He seemed fine without you, showed no signs of asking you to return. You never received any of his gifts, someone was hiding them from you.

Hux laughed as he read Ren’s latest letter, “How pathetic of you Ren, begging this girl to return. You never should’ve let her leave.”

Kylo couldn’t believe that it was your own decision to stay away for so long at this point, and he was beginning to believe that something had happened to you. Angels were always conniving in that way, it wouldn’t surprise him if they had manipulated you in some way.

The more he thought of this the angrier he became, and his anger rubbed off on the other demons - inspiring an age old fight between heaven and hell.

Yet anger was the only way he knew how to deal with his true feelings, the sadness he felt deep within at the prospect of you just leaving him. He thought he had done better than that at making you feel at home, he had been nothing but kind to you. If you were still afraid of him, still uncomfortable it meant something was wrong with him. And that was too difficult to face. War it is.

When you heard that the demons had attacked your kind, that Kylo was the one leading it, you knew in some way it was because of you. You knew you had a responsibility to do something, you may just be the only angel that he would listen to at this point. Maybe if you went back to him he’d end it all.

The battlefield was a daunting place, you were sickened by how many bodies there were on both sides. In the middle of it all was Kylo, a brutal force to be reckoned with. It was terrifying to see him so enraged, you had never seen him like this before. But you had to be brave.

“Stop this Kylo!” You flew so that you were right in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

Kylo pauses, regarding you with a confused look on his face. “…Y/N?”

“Please,” You drop to your knees. “Stop this needless war, I know you can I-I’ll come back with you. Just stop this violence,” You stutter, unable to stop the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Kylo kneels in front of you cupping your face, he almost can’t believe you’re real. Here you are, perfectly okay and standing right in front of him as beautiful as ever. “Sweet girl, I don’t want to take you if you don’t love me. I can no longer handle such heartbreak.”

He missed you so much, he almost did want to take you back with him and never let you leave. But he didn’t have the strength, he couldn’t bear it knowing that you were not returning of your own volition. That was what he truly wanted, your love.

“B-but-” You stamer. Kylo shushes you, placing his finger over your lips.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know your heart,” Kylo shakes his head. “And I know it does not love me,” Kylo has to look away as he says that, quickly wipe away the tear that falls.

“Kylo I-”

“Go, this is no place for you,” Kylo stands up, offering his hand to help you.

As you walk away you can’t help but look back, heart aching as you see Kylo watching you longingly before he covers it with an impassive gaze. You feel strangely rejected.

The angels watch Kylo curiously at that interaction, wondering just who you were. Kylo sighed as he cracked his knuckles, it was time to get down to business. You wouldn’t know it at first, but this war would quickly come to an end no thanks to you. Kylo was weak for you in that respect, he’d give you anything you wanted.

He had other business to take care of as well, killing that asshole Hux who ruined all of his plans. And with him gone, you finally got your gifts.

They all appeared in your home at once, startling you. When you realized what they were, and more importantly who they were from your heart sunk. All of it, it was all from Kylo. When you read his letters that absolutely showered you in the kindest words you had ever seen, it made you tear up. This was how he felt about you, he truly cared for you.

You knew what you had to do next. You had to go to hell.

You weren’t sure what took you so long to realize it, or how it had never hit you. The possibility that you had never felt it before was a major reason, but the fact that you had seen all those gifts that Kylo had given you… and the letters, it had struck your heart. Kylo was nothing but kind to you the entire time you were in hell, giving you gifts, making you feel comfortable. He did everything for you not to fear him, yet, you ran away.

Feeling the eyes of the demons on you as you walked along the pathway to Kylo’s throne, you took in a deep breath. The sight of Kylo sitting there, a hunch in his back and a look of sorrow mixed with anger made your breath hitch—enough for Kylo to notice you were there.

Lifting his head up and seeing you, his expression drop, the longing look on his face enough to make your heart flutter in your chest. You felt terrible. You had done this to him and you never intended to.

Standing from his seat, Kylo stepped down from his throne and grew closer to you, cautiously. Almost as if afraid you weren’t real. But, the second you moved closer and opened opened his arms to hold you, he knew you had to be. “I love you, too.” You blurted. It caught you by surprise, but it felt right. And Kylo needed to hear it.

As time went by, your feelings for him grew stronger. He was so giving, constantly doing everything in his power to make you feel comfortable. But one thing had gotten to you. You told yourself not to, that to give it time, after all… he was the king of hell. You had constantly showed and expressed your love to him, but not once had he to you. At least, not saying the words. You tried to recall if he had, and maybe it slipped your mind, but that seemed nearly impossible.

He hadn’t said them to you. Not once, and it pained you. You had so much love to give to him, and a simple ‘I love you’ was difficult for him to say?

You’ve found yourself becoming distant with him. You were afraid he didn’t feel the same, no matter how many gifts he had given you. It wasn’t the same as showing and expressing affection. What if he didn’t love you? You couldn’t take the worry.

Taking his long strides down the halls and over to the room you had been staying in, Kylo’s fists tightened up as his jaw clenched. He couldn’t understand as to why you were suddenly being so dry and distant, why you went to see him less and less. He could feel his anger spilling over, his fear getting the best to him and leading to this.

Nearly barging into your room and seeing you gather your things, his heart sunk. “Y/n?” Feeling his heart race within his chest, you turned your head and caused his breath to hitch. Your cheeks were red and there had been tears dripping from your chin. “Y/n, what is going on? I don’t understand?”

Wiping your chin and cheeks with the back of your hand, you shook your head. “I’ve never been in love before. This is my first time ever loving someone in such way, and I thought it was meant to be, that we’d defeat the odds. But I was wrong.” Staring at you in awe, his heart rate grew faster. “You don’t love me, Kylo…” You choked on your words, but Kylo shook his head.

“I-I-” Taking a step forward, you only took a step back. “Please…” He muttered, walking closer and grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Kylo, I’m being serious, how could you ignore what I’m-” Coming to a stop as Kylo had brought you out to the hall and up to another room, he opened the door. “-saying…” Letting go of your hand as you walked in, you took in a deep breath.

What was supposed to be a room turned to be a forest of its own. The soft sounds of birds singing and crickets chirping, the feel of natural night beaming through the tall trees. Even a beautiful stream to swim in. “I… I do…” Taking in a deep breath, Kylo took small steps. “I do love you, y/n. I never meant for you to feel as if I don’t. I just… I thought the way I expressed it was enough. I have never felt this way before for anyone… and I feel it so strongly for you.”

Standing there and gazing at the scenery as you took in the fresh air, your eyes began to water up again at Kylo’s words. “I must’ve not shown it very well… and I feel terrible. I never meant for you to feel unloved. I wanted the total opposite.” He said, coming to a stop behind you as his shadow casted upon you. “I want you to feel loved… in a way you’ve never felt before.”

Turning enough to look over your shoulder, up at him, Kylo’s hand reached out and lied on your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears that slipped. “Kylo…” You breathed, looking into his eyes as your heart throbbed.

“I want you to feel nothing but love,” Leaning in as his lips brushed against yours, he softly finished, “and I’ll try my very best to do that.” Feeling him press a kiss against your lips, your heart fluttered as you instantly kissed back, turning and resting your hands against his chest as his free one lied on your lower back to bring you closer. “I love you.”

Smiling into the kiss as you pulled him even closer, hearing nothing but the gentle winds and natural sounds, you mumbled, “I love you, too.”

#Demon!AU #demon!kylo #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo-renne/kyloholic writes

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francisthegreat · 7 years

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Demon hux possessing Kylo and making him do perverted things to himself tho 👌🏻

my darling, my soul, my (hell) angel. i split this up because it got long. this is the first part. the truly nsfw part is incoming. the rest of this series is on ao3 here, and will be updated with this soon.

It took Kylo a while to … adjust. To having Hux inside him. At first he lost time - a few minutes here or there - and when he came back to himself Hux would be laughing in his head, like he’d missed some sort of joke. Sometimes Hux would take over entirely with Kylo still there, with an air of impatience and frustration that reminded Kylo horribly of his high school Driver’s Ed teacher. Like Kylo couldn’t be trusted to drive his own body, like Hux was taking the wheel as if to say this is how it should be done.

Usually, though, Hux just sort of … left him alone. Settled into the back of Kylo’s soul like a pet, like an afterthought, and offered little quips into his mind. Came and went as he pleased. And gave Kylo some truly spectacularly frightening dreams on more than one occasion - they were all different but there was always blood, and always strange, dark images of nature like randomly taken photographs, and always searing, shocking pleasure.

After a while, the line between what he said and what Hux said started to blur. He preached a lot of freedom and independence, stopped wearing his clerical collar and started telling a lot more jokes. He carried himself differently. Spoke differently. Used the weight of his voice and his eyes in ways he never had before. People started to talk. Kylo would hear them whispering outside the service to each other things like have you seen Father Ren lately and he seems different and God, he looks…different -

Part of him had been expecting green vomit and cursing and his head spinning all the way around. He hadn’t expected to feel so good. He felt full of Hux all the time. He felt him all the way to the tips of his fingers, warming him all the way to his stomach, loosening all his wound-up muscles. He hadn’t exactly been prepared to become so … relaxed. So confident.

Pride, Hux whispered into his mind, voice warm and pleased. It’s Pride, my dear.

The congregation grew. People came from all over to hear Kylo speak, to ask him for advice. His advice was always the same: yes, yes, yes. Do what pleases you. Yes.

A man who had been with Kylo’s church from the beginning pulled him aside after a service in which Hux had perhaps gone a little overboard and said in a hushed voice, “Father, are you alright?”

Kylo smiled and the man swallowed, eyes dilating in fear. It was more of Hux than himself who answered.

“Of course, my dear Mr. Matheson. Why do you ask?”

Matheson took a very small step backwards and looked down at his hands. “It’s just, um. Well, Father, my daughter’s in a bit of a rebellious phase and -”

“Nothing to worry about,” Kylo laughed and Matheson flinched. “It’s simply something teenagers go through.”

“Well, I know that, Father, it’s just -” Matheson wrung his hands over and over. They were shaking. “She’s got one of those,” he lowered his voice even further and whispered, “Satanic. Books. In the house and -”

He cut off, glanced up at Kylo’s face and then back down. Kylo watched him carefully. Hux was practically purring inside him.

“The things you’ve been saying in your sermons lately.” Matheson took a deep breath. “Well, not to sound silly, but. All that ‘do what pleases you’ stuff in your sermons. See, they sound quite a lot like the what those books are teaching.”

Hux smiled so wide with Kylo’s mouth that Matheson actually gasped in fear. He took another step back and Kylo towered over him, using his full height, the full width of his shoulders. Kylo liked the way the fear made Matheson’s eyes look. He let Hux speak.

“Mr. Matheson,” Hux said softly, something dark and vicious in Kylo’s voice, “does this perhaps have anything to do with the fact that the lovely Mrs. Matheson called out my name while you were fucking her last night?”

Matheson froze, face coloring. His hands shook.

“You - you can’t - how do you know that -”

“She confessed, of course.”

Matheson’s mouth opened and closed silently like a fish. Kylo raised his eyebrows and said in a voice so soft he barely heard it himself, “perhaps you should go home, Mr. Matheson.”

Matheson turned and practically ran in the opposite direction. Kylo’s mouth twisted, an oddly shared expression between him and Hux.

“Did she really?” Kylo asked under his breath. Hux laughed in his mind. No, he said and ran a warm finger over Kylo’s soul where he was wrapped around it, but she will.

It took one more week.

He was hearing confessions and Hux was quiet, just a warm comforting presence in the back of Kylo’s mind, a sort of gentle buzzing. The last person left the confessional and Hux suddenly laughed, his presence so unexpectedly strong it was like he was laughing straight into Kylo’s ear. Like he was there in the little room with him and inside Kylo’s body. Kylo felt his cheeks heat at the thought. The other side of the confessional was empty, he could see that even through the partition, so he whispered, “what’s so funny?” into the dark.

You’ll see, Hux murmured into his ear. Goosebumps raised down one side of Kylo’s neck like Hux really had spoken, had actually spoken against his skin. A thrill of anticipation ran through Kylo and Hux shivered with it.

The door opened, closed. It was quiet while the person on the other side of the confessional shifted around, getting comfortable.

“Um, I don’t really - I don’t really know how to do this.”

Kylo leaned back in his chair, eyes closing in understanding. Hux purred warmly inside him.

“Mrs. Matheson.”

She cleared her throat, nervous. “It’s, uh, you can actually just call me Lily.”

Hux suddenly grinned and bit Kylo’s lip. Perfect, he said.

“Does it make you more comfortable to call me Kylo, Lily?”

“Um,” Lily shifted uncomfortably. “I - I think so, Father.”

“You may, then.”

Silence. Kylo smiled and said gently, “How long since your last confession, dear?”

“I - I’ve never been to confession, Father.” She paused, then whispered, “Kylo,” like a secret.

Hux smiled.

“Tell me your sins, Lily."

"Just like that? No - no praying or - that’s it?”

"That’s it.”

Lily shifted in her seat. “And. Nothing I say will be - you’ll be - it’s a secret?”

Kylo felt Hux put a warm, warm hand on the back of his neck, possessive and perfect, as he said, “It’s just you and me here, Lily."

"Well, um. I’ve been having - impure. Thoughts.” Lily took a deep breath. “About a man who isn’t my husband.”

Hux was very suddenly everywhere, overwhelming, filling Kylo up until he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feel of it, and when he spoke it was Hux speaking, using Kylo’s mouth in a way that made him blush.

"Is that all?” He said, soft and gentle. Lily drew in a soft breath.

“No.”

“Tell me, darling.”

Another shift and Hux brought Kylo’s hand up to his own lips, unbidden and out of control, and made him push two of his own fingers into his mouth. I own you, Hux said into his mind.

Kylo shivered.

“I hate him,” Lily said, speaking fast now. Hux pulled Kylo’s fingers out. “I hate him and I - I enjoy it. Thinking about y- about this. Other man. While I’m with him."

"You hate your husband,” Hux said, tone so sweet it made Kylo’s eyes roll back even as the words came out of his own mouth. It was almost overwhelmingly perverse, feeling Hux’s words, Hux’s warmth and his horrible seductive voice, coming out of his body like this. Everything felt too hot; he could feel Hux seeping into all the corners of him.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“He’s - he just. He just expects me to - to do everything for him when he’s done nothing for me, like I owe it to him and when I ask him about it he says it’s God’s will, that Eve was made to obey Adam and Father, I know that, I want to be a good person but - I just -” she sighed.

Hux sat back with Kylo’s body and lowered his voice. Kylo got the distinct impression that Hux was moving inside him, sliding over his soul like a snake in a way that felt … filthy.

“Is Lily short for Lilith, may I ask?"

Lily cleared her throat and said, "Yes, it is.”

“Do you know the story of your namesake, Lilith?”

“No, Fath- Kylo."

Hux’s voice was soft, rhythmic, indulgent. He loved this story, Kylo could feel it in his occupied soul. Something warm and wet wrapped around Kylo’s throat.

"When God made the garden,” Hux said, Kylo’s voice dropping into something he didn’t recognize, “He made Adam out of clay. I’m sure you remember from your Sunday school lessons."

"Yes,” she said, haltingly.

Hux curled around Kylo’s soul and continued to speak, voice seeping into him like molasses. Warm, dark, hungry.

“And next?"

"He made Eve,” Lily said. “Out of Adam’s rib. In Adam’s image."

"No.” Hux brushed Kylo’s fingers over his own mouth again, a promise. “First, He made Lilith. Out of clay, just like Adam. In God’s image. Not man’s. They were equals."

Hux was pushing a little too hard, intentions just a little too irreverent, but when Kylo tried to pull him back he swallowed him up like a shadow.

I own you, Kylo, he said again. Did you forget?

"Lilith refused to blindly obey Adam. She saw that God had made them both out of clay, and she asked why she should be expected to obey him when they were the same.” Hux ran fingers over Kylo’s chest and Kylo’s breath hitched. He was painfully aware of where his nipples touched his shirt.

“God cast her out of Eden and made Eve, out of Adam’s rib. Eve obeyed Adam without question."

Lily was silent for a long time.

"I…remember that now,” she said quietly. “It was different when it was told to me. A cautionary tale. They said Lilith was a demon."

Hux sent a warm, oozing feeling of sin flooding through Kylo’s chest, somehow like a smile in a way Kylo didn’t understand. He was pleased.

"Has anyone who has ever called this story a cautionary tale treated you with respect, Lily?"

"I… well, no,” she said, quietly. Like something shameful.

“People twist God’s word when it suits them, my dear. They have been for thousands of years.” Kylo’s hands ran over his own stomach of their own accord and he felt the muscles twitch. Hux’s voice was absolutely hypnotizing. Kylo wondered how Lily didn’t notice - it didn’t sound anything like his own voice.

“Perhaps Lilith was doing God’s will when she disobeyed Adam. She was, after all, made in His image, just as he was. Perhaps her being cast out wasn’t a punishment but a reward.” Hux lowered his voice into something irresistible. “Perhaps she was finally free of him."

Lily gasped quietly in the confessional.

Pride, this is too far, Kylo thought desperately. Please.

Hux brought Kylo’s hand down his stomach, painfully slow. When he spoke it was like he whispered it into the air, filled up the confessional with it. It was so low, so intimate, that it made Kylo’s toes curl in his shoes.

I like it when you say my name.

“Are you – are you saying I should leave my husband?” Lily asked, voice shaking. Hux grinned with Kylo’s mouth, warm and invasive. She sounded equal parts fascinated, riveted, terrified.

Hux had that effect.

He still had Kylo’s body, and every time he moved it Kylo felt it all the way to his chest, all the way to his soul. Hux brushed Kylo’s fingers vindictively over his cock while he spoke with his mouth:

“I can’t tell you what you should do, Lilith. No one can.”

Kylo’s cock twitched and he felt the searing heat of Hux inside him overwhelmingly, oppressively, absolutely unignorable. His own hand snuck under his shirt and touched the skin of his stomach while Hux whispered horribly hot into his ear, tone liquid and wonderful.

Perhaps you’ll learn something with this lesson as well, darling.

“It is not the fate of man to suffer, Lilith,” Hux said, voice like drowning in a warm tar pit. Kylo realized he was shockingly hard, sitting panting and blushing in his own confessional, sweat darkening the hair at his temples. So slowly it pained him, so slowly his whole body ached, Hux unzipped Kylo’s pants with his own hands. Each tooth of the zipper clinked so loud Kylo was sure the woman would hear it. But she didn’t seem to. Her silence was weighted, captivated, hanging on his every word.

“We wouldn’t have been given the capacity for-” Kylo’s breath hitched without his consent when Hux wrapped his hand around his cock, devastating in the dark and silence of the confessional, “- pleasure –” Hux purred this word with such open lechery that Kylo was shocked Lily didn’t storm out of the booth in scandalized silence. “If we weren’t meant to experience it.”

If Hux hadn’t had control of his body it would have been shaking, Kylo was sure of it. He could feel the shiver Hux was repressing inside him, trapped, almost painful.

This body is mine, Hux said, voice whispering hot and wet against the fraying edges of Kylo’s sanity. He tightened Kylo’s hand on his cock and Kylo felt the ghost of the gasp that Hux refused to let out. Trapped inside his throat, inside his chest. Mine to do with what I will.

He had no idea how long he’d been silent but Lily finally spoke, voice stronger. More confident. Prideful.

“I deserve the things I want,” she said, almost to herself. “The sin – Father, the sin is denying it.”

“Yes, my dear,” said Hux, smile warm on Kylo’s mouth like he was kissing him, “of course it is.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Go in peace, Lilith. Go in peace and sin no more.”

#ficlet #anon ask #priest au #priest kink #WOOPS???#here i am the accidental queen of sacrilege #i'm so sorry #kylux #a lot of sin #my fic #demon hux #priest kylo

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