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We're Not Married Yet [Jake Lockley x Reader]

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summary: you received nothing but radio silence from your partners for months. one day, jake comes home and calls you by an unknowingly offensive endearment. your insecurity acts up, and jake won't give up control until he fixes it.

a/n: more ANGST. MORE! *insert kylo ren meme* don't worry though. it's just miscommunication. also, it's time for our boy jake to shine and show his simpery. and the thought of this fic came from listening to "porque" by maldita and also finding out that querida is an endearment in spanish. in filipino, it means the complete opposite opposite – a married man's lover/mistress.

warnings: can be standalone; ANGST with fluff ending; hurt and comfort; separation anxiety/fear of abandonment; miscommunication/language barrier; insecurity in a poly-relationship (hinting at my wife layla in the loop as well); jake lockley is a simp and kinda romantically intense; use of chavacano (spanish-creole filipino language) by a non-speaker (so idk how it would translate for jake who is fluent in spanish) (just assume he does understand it lol)

It has been months. Months since Marc woke up and said Khonshu needed him somewhere. He and the god insisted that you stay home after a little mishap got you seriously injured from the last mission. You didn’t argue.

You just wished that there wasn’t any radio silence between you and them. When the first week passed, you managed to find out that they were with Layla, but neither of them bothered to call. They just left you to be the goldfish sitter. Not that you minded that much at first. You knew that Marc was still bothered over the fact that he accidentally killed Real Gus.

During the first month, you thought you were going crazy. You stopped by every day at Steven’s flat to feed the Gus-es and check his tank. Then you’d make yourself some tea and call out, “Do you want one, Steven?” before realizing that you were alone.

Halfway through the third month, you somewhat grew accustomed to the routine. Sometimes, you would spend the night at his flat, not because it was easier – it was harder actually – but because you were afraid that you might forget them. It was a silly thing to worry about, but you didn’t want to be so used by their absence that the feelings would just go away.

You used to have a whole speech on what to yell at them the moment one of them steps through that door, but now… you weren’t quite sure what to say. You’d be lucky if you’d get a word out as a matter of fact. Maybe you could get a slap in.

They came back on the last week of the fourth month.

You just finished cleaning the two Gus’ filter, which probably took longer than you should have. You felt like you were running slow when you woke up that morning. Putting on music on the speakers, you had planned to make a quick sandwich for lunch then curl back in bed.

Bakit sa’yo pa nagkagusto? // Why did I like you out of everyone else?

Parang bula ika’y naglaho // Like a bubble, you disappeared

Between the heavy daze in your mind and the music crooning all over the flat, you didn’t notice at all that the front door swung open. You had your back to him when Jake silently set his newsboy cap and leather gloves on the side. He was very careful that you weren’t holding anything that would injure you or him when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

As expected, you stiffened and immediately relaxed when you recognized that scent. You hated how you still know it too well. The flat had been long cleared of any of their scent after the first month, and you cried about it for a whole night once.

But now, you weren’t sure what to feel. Like you expected, you wouldn’t muster any words. You couldn’t even distinguish the emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Anger, relief, sadness, happiness?

Instead, all you said was “Jake?”

He merely hummed then buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in after months away. He didn’t want to let you go, even when you tried to move so you can turn to face him. He immediately felt months’ worth of tension leave his body. That and the soft music playing in the background started to make him aware of his fatigue.

“Let’s go to bed, hm?” you offered, catching the slight tired slump of his shoulders.

Jake hummed in acknowledgement again, but instead of walking normally, his hands moved from your waist to threading your fingers together, swaying you through the music across the apartment. Jake held you close to him as you both continued to sway in the free space near the foot of Steven’s bed. He didn’t understand a word of what the song meant, that is, until the chorus played again.

Bien simple lang I yo tapidi // What I ask is simple

Era cin ti tu el cosa yo ya cin ti // I hope you feel my sorrow

Jake still didn’t understand it completely, but fragments of the lyrics, chosen few of the words, he caught and interpreted the gist of it. He stopped moving and tucked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Is that how you feel, querida?” he asked.

Jake didn’t miss how your eye twitched at the nickname.

You tried to not to let it bother you. You really did. It’s his endearment for you. Jake rarely fronted, and when he did, he was incredibly loving towards you. There was no reason to take offense on what he calls you.

Hiding your discomfort, you buried your face in his chest and continued to sway. “It’s just a song, Jake,” you said. “My playlist is on shuffle.”

Na dimio rezo ta pidi yo // In my prayers, I ask

Era olvida yo contigo // I hope I forget you

“Well, I don’t like it,” Jake said bluntly with a plump pout on his lip. He stopped dancing once again and walked to turn off the speaker. “Let’s go to bed, querida.”

Again, Jake saw you relent but not only after you exhaled in a self-soothing manner. He pulled you under the covers, and you fell asleep within a few minutes. You seemed tired, emotionally drained to the point that you’d sleep to avoid them, and even though Jake was exhausted as well, his worry for you now kept him up.

I told you we were gone too long. Can she no longer stand endearments? Steven piped in their head. Let me have control. I want to talk to her.

“I’ll fix it,” Jake assured him, cutting himself silent when you stirred. He tucked you deeper into the covers and watched the furrow between your brows relax.

Jake will fix it. He always did. That’s why he’s fronting now when the others couldn’t even forcibly take control. Something was wrong.

When you woke up a few hours in the late afternoon, you were still tangled up in your boyfriend’s arms. You couldn’t tell who would be out once he woke up, but you were sure that if it were either Marc or Jake, they’d wake up as soon as you sit up in bed. Your thoughts were answered when the grip around your waist tightened when you tried to slither off to the corner of the bed.

“Marc?”

An agitated huff told you that you were mistaken. The sleepy daze immediately wore off. If he was still fronting, something might be wrong. “Is everything okay, Jake?”

“I don’t know, querida. Is there?”

At his pointed question, you immediately closed up. “You’re the one who disappeared for months without contacting me,” you shot back. “I’m surprised you didn’t mail me divorce papers as well.”

“We’re not married yet, querida.”

You scoffed and got out of bed, stomping your way to the kitchen. You took the tea tin and took a bag, then slamming the cabinet shut. It was only until you were filling up the kettle on the faucet did you realise your hands were shaking and tears were dripping on your outstretched arms.

Well, done, Fabio. You really did so well. Marc snarked at Jake from the mirror in front of their bed. Let me out.

“No.”

Let me out! Marc demanded.

Let him out, Jake. Steven pleaded. She needs—

“What? You? Us? Who exactly? We left. Everything will be exactly the same if either of you comes out.”

From the kitchen, you peered at Jake arguing with Marc and Steven from the mirror. There was no doubt they all were concerned now from your outburst. You didn’t even know why you were upset.

Well, you were, are, upset that they disappeared like ghosts for months. What you didn’t understand was why Jake’s endearment bothered you even more. It was an endearment. It’s not like he knew your language that well to deliberately calling you negative names.

Jake was cursing up a fury at the mirror when you silently sat on the spot beside him at the edge of the bed. He immediately stopped staring at his reflection to look at you. Really look at you. That’s one thing you loved about Jake. His gaze made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered to him. More than Khonshu. More than…

You shook the thought from your head. It was absurd to be jealous of your lovers that way. It wasn’t fair to you nor was it fair to them.

“Talk to me,” you said, grasping his hand in between yours.

“You didn’t deserve it. I know you deserve better, but I want you, cariño. You’re all I’ve wanted. I will always come back to you.”

In the background, you heard the electric kettle click itself off, but you were more focused on Jake baring his feelings for you. He was barely around for as long as you knew Marc and Steven, but he had never failed in being sincere with how he felt for you. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

Jake’s face fell, and if you could only see what he saw, Marc lowered his eyes in the mirror, while Steven retreated back in the recesses of their mind. Even Khonshu was eerily silent and nowhere to be found, which was odd enough as it is. The god was fond of you in his own way that he kept a safe distance hovering nearby.

“Don’t be,” you said. “I know what I signed up for when I decided to be with an Avatar.” You let out a weak chuckle at the unintentional reference. “Steven would’ve loved that one.”

“Do you wish to talk with him instead, cariño?”

You didn’t miss the hurt that seeped through Jake’s words. You barely spent time with him, and you knew him the shortest. You shook your head and cupped your hands over his cheeks, tilting his head to face you.

The same furrowed brow wrinkled his forehead again, and if it wasn’t for the stiffness in his eyes, the conflicted look behind those brown orbs would’ve easily misled you to think he was Marc. Jake’s hard expression was easily remedied when you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. The hurt and fear were now exposed, and you had to come clean with your own issues.

“I’m not mad that you left for months,” you said and immediately caught yourself at Jake’s pointed look. “Okay, yes, I was mad, but only during the first month, especially when I found out that you took Layla with you.”

“It wasn’t all us, love.” Steven snuck out for a moment. “But she was also worried that it was too early for you to take this mission on.” His eyes rolled back, and Jake was back, annoyed from those few seconds of being interrupted.

“Sometimes…” you took a deep breath, finding the right words to say, “I feel like I’m just a liability to you guys, you and Layla.”

This time it was Marc who took the wheel. “You can easily put us on our asses, baby,” he laughed softly, trying to lighten your mood. “Sure, we’d put up a fight, but your powers are kinda scary sometimes.”

Your hands pressed against Marc’s chest before gripping his jacket in tight fists as if you were scared that he’d vanish after your next words. “That’s not what I mean, Marc.”

When the realization dawned on his face, Marc immediately cupped your face. “Why on earth would you even think that?” he asked, hurt from your words and from how you felt. “I mean, you were dating Steven when he had no idea of Layla and my existence, and we were even on the verge of divorce by then.” He continued, “and Jake… Well, I think Jake only likes you. That ass only shows up when one of us are dying or when it comes to you.

“And Layla adores you. Otherwise, she didn’t finish our job for us just so we can come back to you,” he added. Swallowing whatever weight that clogged his throat, he finally said, “You’re a part of this crazy relationship whether you like it or not.” Realizing what he accidentally implied, he softly asked, “If… if you were to leave…” He trailed off, his voice ending in a shuddering breath. His shoulder tensed for a split second, and he was gone, overwhelmed from his own fears.

“We will marry you in a heartbeat,” Jake said, grasping your hand. “If that meant you would never leave us.” That wide-eyed gaze he pointed at you showed that he was frighteningly sincere.

But it was quickly cut off with Steven nervously chuckling. “If you would have us, love,” he said. “Of course, consent is key. No need to be psycho about it,” he shot a pointed glance at the mirror.

You exhaled, feeling all the tension and issues wafting away from a single breath. “One thing though,” you stated.

“What is it, querida?” Jake returned, and this time, he finally noticed the twitch in your eye from the endearment he gave you.

“Two things I hate though,” you corrected yourself through gritted teeth. “Call me anything but that word, and propose to me properly. And we won’t have any problems.”

Jake would never admit it but the coldness in your voice and suddenly shifting to a sweet smile after you listed your terms made the hairs on his arms stand a bit.

Later that evening, Jake discreetly looked up what ‘the forbidden endearment’ meant on Steven’s phone. He sucked in a sharp breath at his massive mistake, and a pit formed in his stomach when it sank that he had been accidentally feeding your insecurity all this time. He immediately rushed over to you on the stove and pulled you into his arms.

“Jake! What the—” Unable to pull yourself out of his embrace, you barely managed to reach for the stove and turn the heat to low before you accidentally burn down his flat. “Now barely seems like the time to—”

“You’re the only one for me. I revere you. I fear you. I worship you. Cariño, mi vida, mi corazón…”

You laughed in the midst of your confusion while Jake pulled you in for a tight hug. “What brought this on?” Your eyes landed on Steven’s phone at the kitchen counter with the latest search page still on display. A more genuine smile tugged at your lips as you buried your face into his chest, embracing his warmth.

“Also, I’m marrying Layla first.”

SMACK!

You barely registered the sting on your bottom when you were pushed away. Steven’s wide-eyed puppy eyes gazed at you in horror. His mouth hung open in surprise as he raised his hands in innocence.

“It wasn’t me. I swear!” Steven cried out. Then he paused, glancing off somewhere. “Jake says he’ll be back once he gets a ring before Layla comes home next week.”

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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year

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He’s Mine

Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you. Kylo Ren x Reader

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You knew it wasn't easy when attending to these events with your husband, Kylo. The stares and the whispers were always overwhelming. Kylo even wanted to stop going after you told him about your feelings towards it. You knew however it was important for his work and his appearance.

"They envy you." Kuruk told you once late at night as you sat on the couch with the KOR, the Knights of Ren. The men who gave their loyalty and their life to Kylo.

"Why's that?" You asked them who surrounded you.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ushar said as he got up and walked to the nearest open window to light a cigarette.

Ap'lek cleared his throat and looked at you. "It's because you have Kylo in the palm of your hand."

"He will do anything for you. He will kill for you." Trudgen added.

"Every woman wants to be you, Y/n. Since Kylo has you, every man wants you."

They watched as your eyes widened and looked at each other. They wouldn't tell you what Kylo had done to the men and women that tried to get close to you.

When Vicrul saw you were crying outside during your third event. He had asked what happened, you told him someone named Bazine Netal had come up to you and was making comments about how she fucked Kylo. Now you were aware of Kylo's sexual relationships, he had in the past before you. In a short and brief matter. He told you he was never looking for a relationship before you. It was strictly sex, strictly for his pleasure only. Vicrul comforted you and told you the same thing Kylo told you before. It was just sex.

"That skank is here because she's the daughter of some other boss. Apparently she thought if she could get with Kylo she would get richer and have more power." Vicrul told you.

"Did he have feelings for her?" You asked him.

"Listen here, I have known Kylo since we were teenagers and he never once talked to me about being in a relationship or even liking a girl. That was until he met you. Couldn't keep Bigfoot from shutting up about you when he first met you." You laughed at Kylo's nickname.

"He did fucked Bazine. I won't lie about that but it was before you. He did it because she was there when he was sexually frustrated. He just used her for sex nothing more. She's just pissed because Kylo told her to fuck off when he met you. I can tell you a few secrets though. Things that can help you to keep her big mouth shut."

After that night you knew things about what Kylo used to be like in bed before meeting you and you intend to take advantage of it especially with her. Fast forwarding to now you knew she would come up to you tonight. Apparently after hearing that you and Kylo got married. She went berserk according to Vicrul.

The KOR had agreed among themselves that they wouldn't tell you more about Bazine, especially the night when Kylo went to Bazine's apartment a month after getting married with you.

The leggy blonde was happy to open the front door for Kylo. With high hopes that Kylo changed his mind and wanted her instead of you. She was met with Kylo's large hand grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall near the door.

The KOR stood quiet and kept the door guarded from the outside. They listened to her pleas and her sobbing.

"What did I tell you?" Kylo yelled at her as he choked her.

"I don't want you near my wife or me. I want Y/n. I'm with her. That's who I belong to. Get that through your thick fucking skull." Kylo watched as Bazine gasped for air as he shouted at her. Her face was becoming red, the veins on her forehead were popping out.

Vircul was watching down the hallway when he heard a loud thump from inside the apartment and muffled screams from Kylo. He could feel the dried blood on his fingertips from their kill they did before coming to Bazine. He wished he was the one choking Bazine. She caused so much trouble for them that night. Bazine thought it would have been a good idea to tell a rival of Kylo about you. Bazine didn't know they had an inside guy. Vicrul would never forget the face Kylo made when their guy called and told them that Bazine had gone and told the rival all about you. None of the KOR looked at Kylo when their inside guy told them about the rival's plan on taking you, using you, and selling you.

Vircul heard Kylo yell once more then heard Bazine screaming and cursing at him.

Bazine cried out as she looked up at Kylo. He had thrown her to the ground. She looked around to see her hair extensions on the floor along with one of her heels. Tears were running down her face, her makeup ruined. Her face was flushed. She winced when he grabbed her chin, he stared at her and pointed a finger at her.

"Next time you try to have my wife kidnapped or get near Y/n. I'll fucking you. I swear to fucking god, I'll end you." He screamed at her, pushing her face away harshly to the side. He walked out of her apartment leaving her on the ground. He slammed the door shut and without a word Kylo and the KOR left.

Few minutes later Kylo received a call from you when they made it outside of Bazine's complex building. The KOR watched their boss pick up the phone and walk a few feet away. They watched as a smile came across his face and nodded. Kylo hung up the phone and walked back towards them.

"Y/n made dinner. She's waiting for us. No fucking word about this." He said pointing at the complex building. The day went horribly wrong at first but ended well by them walking into Kylo's penthouse with the smell of home cooked food and a warm welcome hug from you.

You stared at yourself in the full body mirror as you touched the fabric of your gown. The red gown was elegant, reaching down to your ankles. You wore a nude colored heels. You checked your lips once more making sure it wasn't smudge. You tugged on the thin straps making sure it stayed in place on your shoulders. You wore the jewelry that Kylo gifted you as well. Diamond necklace along with a bracelet. You checked your earring making sure the back end is tightly closed.

"Wow." You looked over your shoulder to see Kylo standing by the doorway of the bedroom.

"Wow to you too, mister." You said, turning around to see his full outfit. He wore a black suit with a matching black shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark curls framed his face. He even trimmed his mustache a bit. His cologne of soft spices and wood welcomed you.

"Black and red. Wonderful colors." He said as he walked towards you. Softly turning you back around to face the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror. He had you against his chest as both of you looked ahead at the mirror. He wrapped his hands around your waist. Leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders.

"Kylo." You giggled when he nibbled on the thin strap of the dress. You watched him as he looked at the mirror and gave you a grin.

"You look so handsome." You tell him, bringing your left arm up to reach behind his head as he kissed your bare skin. With a fist full of hair, you gently tug him down to reach your face so you can kiss him.

You moan in his mouth as one of his hands touches your chest, squeezing one of your breasts. The other hand goes down to cup your mound over your dress. The friction with the fabric and his warm fingers made you move your hips against his hand.

"Fuck, Y/n." Kylo groans against your lips, happy by how eager you are. You were about to gather your dress up to your hip so he can touch your bare cunt.

You had decided to not wear anything underneath to tease him but the sound of knocking echoed throughout the penthouse interrupting both of you. Pulling away you turn around from the mirror when Kylo lets out a tsk. He looked down at his watch and said "It's probably the KOR with the limo. Event is starting soon." You nodded at him. He looks up from his watch and gives you another kiss.

"To be continued." He says, raising his eyebrow up with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes." You said with a smile then grabbed the lipstick from the vanity. He grabs your hand, both of you walk out of the bedroom to the front door. Kylo helps you put on your coat first before he puts his on. He grabbed your clutch for you that was resting on the couch. He slips the lipsticks you handed him as you fixed your hair.

Kylo was right, the KOR were downstairs waiting next to a parked black limo, there you greeted them and thanked them for the compliments they gave you when they saw you. They all wore suits and looked their very best.

Quickly getting in, you sat next to Kylo as the KOR sat on the side seats. They talked among themselves as Vicrul talked to Kylo about a few members being in the event tonight.

Kylo's a powerful man, a respectable man but most of all he was feared by many as well. Kylo is in the mafia, he's the boss of all bosses one can say.

"I thought you were an accountant." You told him when he took you out on the first date. You would never forget the hearty laugh he gave you as he sat across from you on the restaurant table. His smile was so big from your words. That was the first of many dates then years later after ups and down because nothing is easy when dating the head of a large mafia. He asked you for your hand in marriage and the rest was history. You couldn't help but feel nervous once more about the event.

Once a year people from the mafia in different cities would come. Their bosses and their trusty crew would reunite to tell tales and of course to kiss Kylo's ass. It always amazed you, by how many people would come to the event even governors and mayors from other cities would arrive as well. Vicrul and Cardo had told you when they found you standing outside on the balcony of the building during your first event. You were a bit overwhelmed and needed the fresh air.

"He helped out a lot of people there. Gives information to mayors and governors. Especially when they're up running, and money for their stupid campaigns. Whenever they need to hide some dark secrets from the people. Gives sanctuary to other mafia bosses whenever they are in deep shit. It goes on and on."

Finally making it to the event, Kylo helped you out of the limo and walked with you up the red carpeted stairs to the main entrance. Coats were given to the coat check. Kylo walked with you hand to hand to the main hall. As usual Kylo made his rounds while you decided to sit down with the guys and have a drink.

"I'm sure Bigfoot liked the dress we picked out." Cardo said, taking a sip of his drink.

You gave him a small laugh and nodded. Kylo sure did it. An hour later Kylo made it back when dinner was served. Laughter, conversations and drinks were made throughout dinner. Mayors came by to say their hellos. Their wives' gave their congratulations and welcomed you into being in a marriage. They gave you compliments about the dress you wore as well. You just gave them a smile and tried your best to be friendly. They even asked if any of the KOR were single. Of course, they didn't care that they were married or half the age of the KOR. They wanted a new boy toy. You were growing ill by how they talked about them like they were pieces of meat to be chewed up and thrown to the side when finished.

They couldn't help but smile when you gave the housewives a fake laugh and commented. "They are all mine."

The housewives mumbled under their breath about you being selfish and a bitch. You just rolled your eyes and happily went back to finish your dinner when they left. You were a bit glad Kylo had gotten up from the table beforehand. He would have killed these old ladies.

"What?!" You said when you saw them staring at you. They shook their heads and pretended to be looking somewhere else. They obviously heard the comments.

"Listen here." You said, pointing at them with the fork in your hand.

"You deserve more than being just a fuck. You deserve someone to love you. Not to use you for just sex." You said then continued on with your dinner. Not noticing the smiles from them. You have come to know and respect them. They were good men, who worked hard and did everything in their power to come on top. You often see them looking over at Kylo and you.

You couldn't help but wonder if they were lonely. They had to be, they always were with Kylo and you. When you found out about two members of the KOR being in a relationship you were so excited. Kylo found out on his own. He was waiting for the elevator to come to his floor when he left the penthouse. His eyes widened when the elevator doors opened showing two of his men kissing inside of the elevator.

"Ren." They both called out and let each other go. Kylo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of something to say.

"Cool." He said, looking at both of them then stepped inside the elevator. Kylo didn't smile until he was in his car alone.

After dessert was served and eaten, Kylo and a few KOR walked around the hall to gather intel from other bosses that they can use in the future. Paintings were hung around the hall, music played in the other hall for others to dance. You held your drink in your hand as you walked around with Cardo. Kylo had told the KOR to not leave you alone tonight. Since he knew Bazine would be here and she would probably make a show.

"I don't want that fucking rat anywhere near Y/n." He told them a few hours before the event.

"I have no idea what it means." You tell Cardo as both of you stood in front of a painting.

Cardo hummed as he eyed the painting. He was about to speak when both of you heard footsteps coming from behind. Cardo and you turned to see Bazine there with her usually smug face.

"Nice to see you, Y/n." Bazine said then took a drink of her champagne. Cardo was about to tell her to fuck off when you spoke first.

"It's Mrs. Ren. You can call me that." You told her earning a smirk from Cardo and a look from Bazine. Skanky bitch, you thought to yourself as you looked up and down at her. Of course, she would wear something trashy to a very formal event. Her breasts were practically about to spill over her dress. If she were to bend over you knew her ass would be out for everyone to see.

"You're very lucky then Mrs.Ren." She said walking closer to you. You stood your ground looking up at the leggy woman in front of you.

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

"How can a thing like you handle him?" She sneers at you.

"Enough!" Cardo said, pulling you away to walk away. You turned around to see her watching you so you spoke.

"If I couldn't. He wouldn't have made me his wife and don't worry as his wife, the woman he loves, I have been taking his big cock everyday." With that you turned and walked away with Cardo.

"Holy shit." Cardo whispered while walking into another hall where you saw Kylo talking to a group of people.

"I know, was it too much?" You asked, finishing your drink in one gulp and placing it on a server tray as they walked past you.

"Not at all. Hopefully it'll keep her away for now." He told you as you looked at your husband across the room. You stared at Kylo for a moment as he talked to the group of people surrounding him. They listen intently at Kylo's words. You knew Kylo had to be in these events for his image and his credibility. It was important and you would deal with these events standing tall just for him because you love him. You suddenly smile when an idea strikes you. You turned to Cardo and asked him for a favor.

You walked towards your husband who was now talking with another person. He also wore black suit like Kylo. He was a few inches shorter and looked much older than Kylo.

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

"Y/n, come and meet Mr. Dittmann." Kylo said as he placed a hand behind your back. You held out your hand to greet him.

"Ren, you didn't say your wife was so beautiful." Mr. Dittmann said as he held your hand and leaned down to kiss it. Kylo stared at him as the man looked at you with lustful eyes. Mr. Dittmann didn't seem to care about Kylo's stares as he kissed the back of your hand. You looked up at the man's hazel eyes, he had an accent too.

"I'm from Denmark." He commented to you.

"Oh, how lovely." Kylo's hand twitched in rage behind your back when Mr. Dittmann leaned back up and still held your hand.

"You may call me Mads, sweetheart." He told you as you pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mads." You responded then looked at Kylo who was still staring hard at Mads. You placed a hand on Kylo's chest and gave him a small smile knowing he hates when people called you by nicknames.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with my husband but I need him urgently to deal with something." Kylo looked away from him and down at you with a worried face.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I'll be waiting to talk more about business." Mads said with a nod goodbye and left.

"I'm going to kill that son of bitch." Kylo grunted at you. You shook your head and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going? What was the problem?" He asked as you took him out of the hall and walked up the staircase to a private bathroom. Cardo looked at you as you gave him a thumbs up while going up the stairs with Kylo.

"Let the show begin." He said as he started to walk to another hall to get the KOR.

"What's going on?" Kylo asked as you pushed him into the private bathroom a few doors down the hallway.

You left the door a bit open and quickly walked in front of Kylo before he noticed. He was leaning against the wall a few feet across the door. You walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I dragged you away. I missed you." You said, looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too." He told you, pulling you closer to him. You can practically smell the cologne on his neck. You can smell light bourbon on his breath as well.

"Can't wait for this event to be over." Kylo said softly knowing this isn't your favorite thing to do. He was thankful though. You will come and give him company.

"Any good connection?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair making him close his eyes.

"Lots but that last guy I'm going to kill him, you know for looking at you like that." Kylo said as he leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

"I'm sure it was just to kiss ass. He doesn't want anything else from me." You whispered against his lips. Kylo shook his head as he bumped his nose with yours and sighed.

"You don't know how beautiful you are. So sweet and pure. My little fucking angel." He said giving you a kiss on the cheek then one on your lips.

"An angel?" You asked when you pulled away. Kylo nods yes to you. You dropped your arms down and softly tugged him by his belt.

"Can I show you something?" You asked, once again he nodded. You quickly bunch the fabric of the dress up to your hips. You take his right hand. You softly moan when his fingers hit your bare cunt. Showing him you were no angel at all. Kylo's mouth drop and his eyes widen. A few seconds later you were pushed against the wall.

"Dirty little girl. Still wet from earlier?" He asked as his large fingers parts your puffy lips. His fingers rubbing your clit. He hums in satisfaction as your cunt was getting wetter by his touch.

"Can't stop thinking about you." You told him then started to kiss him. Making him groan as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Kylo wasted no time to kneel down in front of you. You let out a gasp when you felt him lick your slit. His nose is almost sliding between your folds. You let out a gasp when his nose bumps with your clit.

"Fuck." You cry out when he puts a leg over his shoulder as he spreads your lips to eat you out. You hear him moan as he slips his tongue up and down in your throbbing clit. You shake from pleasure under your husband's tongue. You almost had forgotten about the plan, you looked up towards the door and saw her. You stared at Bazine who was looking at you behind the door.

You knew she was angry. She had to be because you knew Kylo never once ate a woman out. Vicrul told you that Kylo told him that he never ate pussy especially from girls he just fucks but now he's down on his knees eating your cunt like it's the last supper. Kylo was surprisingly good at eating pussy, probably it was because Kylo ate so fast and shoved everything in his mouth as quickly as possible.

"Baby..yes." You cry when you feel him adding a second finger into you. His fingers are so thick and rough. You can feel him stretching you. He lets out a harsh groan while looking up at you as he kisses your mound. He pulls away when you tug on his hair.

"You taste so good." Kylo says, making you smile as you praise him for his skilled tongue. You knew it would drive her crazy.

"You love eating this pussy, don't you baby? Making my pussy cum with daddy's tongue." You say loudly looking at Bazine. Kylo hummed in satisfaction as he kissed your inner thigh that hung over his shoulder.

"Yes." Kylo groans. "Love this pussy." He tells you playful biting your thigh making you whine as you stare hard at her.

"You know what else baby?" You ask looking down at Kylo. Pushing his hair out of his face, looking down at his pretty face and wet lips.

"You like fucking this pussy right?" Kylo nods quickly at your question. "Fuck yes."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." You beg him as he gently removes your leg from his shoulder. He quickly stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself. His kisses were wet with your slick, so loud that can be heard. Another thing Kylo never did was kiss whoever he fucked. When you found out about this. It all made sense to you on why Kylo would spend hours making out with you like both of you were a couple of teenagers when you first started to date and even now. Some days a simple kiss will turn out to be a full make out session.

Bazine gripped her clutch as Kylo kissed you. Your red lipstick you wore was now smudge from his kisses. Whenever she tried to kiss him he would push her away. Even during sex when she started to get clingy. Kylo would shout at her and turn her around to push her head down but now seeing him do the very thing she wanted drove her into anger.

"How?" He asked you. Another thing Kylo didn't do with her. He wasn't the one to ask what position. It was always his way or no way. Bazine saw him moving. Kylo unzips his dress pants. He placed a hand near your head as he stroked himself.

"Tell me, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"I need that sweet pussy now." He mumbles under his breath.

"Against the wall, I want you to hold me." You tell him, and without a word he quickly grabs the back of your legs to lift you. You pushed the fabric of your dress up to your stomach.

You let out a moan when you felt his cock pierced inside of you without a warning. "We have to be quick before anyone sees us, ok?" Kylo whispers to you gently making you nod as you give him another kiss to ease the pain from the sudden stretch.

Wrapping your arm around neck, you moan when he grabbed your ass and started to fuck you slowly at first.

"So fucking good." Kylo quietly whines to you as his brows knit together.

You were looking over his shoulder to the door and moaned loudly making sure that she could hear you. You felt him kiss your neck and started to fuck you harder making you moan as you felt the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly. So painfully good, the feeling of being so full. You stared right at her and gave her a wide smile as you let out a moan. You knew how you looked completely crazy. Your legs hanging from the crook of his arms as he held you up. Your hair is probably a mess by now. You knew your lipstick was gone by smudges on Kylo's face. You know she can hear the squelching sound of your pussy being rammed hard by him. His grunts and your moans.

'That's right bitch, he's mine.' You thought to yourself. Your eyes closed when you felt Kylo started to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck.

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

"F-fuck! Keep squeezing me like that. Pl..Please." Kylo yells as he fucks you as you lean back to your back to the wall whining at the new angle now.

"Fuck!" Kylo yells. Did he see her, you thought to him.

"Look at that baby." He says with a groan as started to hit you with deep and slow thrust.

You quickly push all of the fabric from the dress against your body making room to see. Looking down to see where the two of you meet. You moan at the sight of it. His cock sliding in and out of you, his cock so slick with your juices. You can see a white ring starting form at the base of his cock, some of your cream had already stained his pants.

"Look at this pussy. Mine pussy. This is mine. All fucking mine." He hissed as he started to ram into you quicker making you bounce on the wall.

"Cum for me..cum on daddy's cock." He tells you as he squeezes your ass hard making you fall back to his chest. You were about to drool on his suit when you felt him ram into you. You had no choice, your hanged legs shook at his harsh strokes. You can feel your toes curl in your high heels.

"Daddy...mmm." You moaned in a high pitch as you opened your eyes and saw her again.

"That's it, squeeze my cock like that. Just like that!" Kylo praises you, letting a moan out he feels the head of his cock hitting you right in the spot. He can feel your wall gripping tightly.

"Cum in me. Breed me daddy..please cum inside." You cry out looking straight in her eyes with a grin.

Kylo always wore a condom with them. You're the first he fucked raw. Something about knowing that made you wild. All the times he filled you up. Never once did he mention condoms with you. You knew he liked cumming inside of you. His eyes grow wide whenever you're on your back with your legs spread open. Your fingers playing with your pussy. He would moan as you use his cum as lube to play with your clit. You grin up at him as you softly slap your cunt again and again as his cum oozes out of you, those wet smacks makes him moan as he nestled between your legs for a taste.

"Gonna cum inside my little angel's pussy." Kylo grunts harder, pulling you painfully close to him, making you whine. You feel his fingernails digging into your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

You feel your abdomen tighten when you hear Kylo whine, you knew he was close. You wanted so bad to cum you wanted to show her you cumming on your husband's cock. Kylo feels your hand on his neck making him shut his eyes with pleasure.

"Give me daddy's cum." Kylo grunts at your words, squelching sounds from your pussy filling your ears.

"Fill me up daddy. Pleasee fill your angel's pussy." You tell him, bouncing on him to meet his hip.

"Kiss me." You obey him and he meets your lips with him. You mewled as he sucked your tongue in his kiss. It was getting too much from you. You cry in his mouth when you came on his cock. He lets your lips free and watches as your pretty face go dumb from your orgasm.

"Yeah..cum on this cock." Kylo tells you. He lets out a moan when he feels both hands on his throat. His eyes grew wide at your action.

"Cum in me. Come on baby." You whisper, tighten your hold on his throat. You let out a loud whine while hearing him whimper as he felt his mind go blank and at that moment Kylo knew you were an angel. You were giving him his guilty pleasure. You were choking him.

You hold him close when he spills inside of you, it was so warm. You let out another loud whine as he leans towards the wall. You don't care about the cold wall against your back. You look back at the door as you kiss Kylo on his cheek praising him for filling you up. You give Bazine a wink then a smirk.

Bazine lets out a huff and quickly walks away from the door. She rolled her eyes when she saw the KOR as she walked down the stairs. The KOR were spread out on the floor, guarding the upstairs restroom.

"You good skank?" Vicrul asked as he leaned against the pillar a few feet away from the staircase.

"Skank?! You mean she is the skank?! Fucking him in the bathroom like a whore." Bazine yelled, making him chuckle. He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer to her towering over her completely with his six foot frame.

"She's no whore. That's her husband. Don't confuse her with you." Vicrul told her. Bazine looked up at his blue eyes and rolled her eyes dramatically. She couldn't believe she had grown aroused by watching Kylo and you fucking. She has grown more jealous of you now. She couldn't get rid of the sound of his moans and his filthy words he moaned to you. The expression on your face when he emptied his load into you had imprinted in her mind.

So Bazine did what she always does.

"How come we never fucked, Vicrul?" She told him, eyeing him up and down. Vicrul frowned at her knowing what she was doing. She thought she can get whatever she wants by just having sex.

"I'm good at it. I'm sure Kylo has told you what my mouth can do." Vicrul shook his head at her words, making her face drop.

"Oh wait." Vicrul said as he tapped on the crown of his forehead. "He did say something about you being annoying. That he told me about you."

"Tell me. What do you like? I can provide anything for you." Bazine said, crossing her arms under her breasts to make them appear much larger.

"Would you happen to have a twelve inch dick between your legs?" He asks, making her eyes widen at his question. Her arms fell and she stood still.

"Didn't think so. So the answer is no." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away when he saw Kylo and you making your way to walk down the stairs.

Cardo watched as Bezine let out a grunt of disgust and walked away. He was glad she didn't talk to him since he was the one to lie to her, telling her that Kylo was waiting for her upstairs. He waited for Vicrul to walk by him.

"Is my nine inch dick not enough for you, honey?" Cardo said, making the rest of the KOR yell oooohhh. As they all got together to wait for Kylo and you. Vicrul gave them a side eye to shut up then looked to his right at Cardo.

"You know it is, baby. Can't live without." Vicrul whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but smile as Cardo blushed. Vicrul looked away from his lover when Kylo and you walked towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Kylo asked them as he saw his men together.

"I had asked them to guard while you helped me with my dress, dear. Right, guys?" You said with a smile looking at them.

"Yes." They all said simultaneously, making Kylo nod as he cleared his throat.

"You good, boss?" Vicrul asked Kylo with a shit eating grin as he saw a slight wet spot on his boss's pants specifically around his crotch area. He also noticed you weren't wearing lipstick anymore.

"Perfect." Kylo answered him as he looked down at you. You winked at Cardo as Kylo and you walked back to the tables.

#kylo ren #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #mordern au #mafia au #kylo ren mafia #smut #mob boss kylo #adamdriver #agirlwholikesadam #kylo ren has a big dick

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mandomaterial · 1 year

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Masterlist

—pre 2024 read at own risk—

Spider-Man: ATSV

Miguel O’hara

Helping Miguel out after a fight

Miguel saving and comforting you (pt.2)

Miguel scaring and accidentally hurting you

Miguel with an autistic reader

Miguel with a deaf reader

Showing Miguel your new clothes (pt.1)

Genshin Impact

Zhongli

Type of lover

Pantalone

Being Pantalone's wife

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Kylo with an oblivious innocent girlie

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow x Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Jaspers hale’s dating headcanons

Demon Slayer

Kyoujurou Rengoku

Stuck in a tree

House of Gucci

Maurizio Gucci

Maurizio with his cute, innocent girlfriend

Maurizio with his jealous wifey

Avatar

Tonowari Forgotten || pt.2 || pt.3 || pt.4 || pt.5 || pt.6 || pt.7 ||

Mawey Txampay

Ma Paysyul

Poly

Familiar Markings Tonowari x h!reader x Ronal

Dom / Sub relations

Ballerina Punishment

Actors

Adam Driver

Waking up at night with Adam Driver

Please leave a comment on how u like the stories and what you’d like to see in the next chapters, i love reading your suggestions!!! ;3

#Masterlist

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little-diable · 1 year

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Watch - Kylo Ren (smut)

This is pure disgusting filth. I wrote this drabble for @earlgreydreamreplies – who is just as sick as me. I adore you. Enjoy my loves.xxx

Summary: pwp, Kylo fucks the reader in front of his knights

Warnings: 18+, heavy smut (duh), gloves, spitting, degrading, voyeurism, use of "pet"

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader

“Don’t you dare look away.” Kylo’s voice echoed through the throne room. He was towering over (y/n), dark eyes staring his wife down. She was naked, kneeling on the cold ground with her arms pressed to his thighs, lips wrapped around his gloved fingers. He was toying with her, ready to tear her apart - with all his knights watching.

“I should have known that you won’t ever learn from your mistakes. Or are you just provoking me?” Kylo’s voice was rough, clearly dripping with the lust he felt, needing to bury his cock in one of her holes. Just seeing her like this, ready for him and whatever command would overcome his plush lips, did unspeakable things to Kylo. “Speak, pet.”

He pulled his gloved fingers from her mouth, the leather was dripping with her saliva, soaked through. She trembled, stumbled over her words as her pleasure drunken mind struggled to follow his command. “I’m sorry, Supreme Leader.”

An almost satisfied hum left Kylo. For a second he let his gaze wander, taking in the frames of his knights, standing still with their eyes focused on him and his naked wife. Kylo felt a sickening sense of pride flush through him, knowing that no other being would ever be able to touch her, his wife, his only.

“Open.” His gloved finger tapped her lips, once again forcing her mouth open. And with his eyes flickering back to his knights he spat onto her tongue – which she greedily swallowed, moaning for the man who held the power of death over her life. She knew that he’d never hurt her, Kylo would hunt down whoever dared to lay a hand on her, and yet the thrill of the moment made her feel the darkness simmering inside of him like a lake deeper than any body of water known to her kind.

Kylo plopped down on his throne, tapping his thighs to guide (y/n) closer, ready to take her in front of his knights. She struggled to walk, limbs already quivering from the endless minutes she had been kneeling for him, switching between sucking his cock and his fingers. His taste was still heavy on her tongue, reminding her of the way he had fucked her mouth with every heavy swallow of hers.

“Maker, you’re making a mess.” The clicking of his tongue let (y/n) shudder, growing tense as he cupped her core, pushing two of his gloved fingers into her. (Y/n)‘s moans filled the room, making a smirk tug on Kylo’s lips. She felt even more aroused from the mere thought of being watched by his knights, knowing that none of them would ever dare to move and yet they’d probably fuck their hands the second they were allowed to leave.

“Are you that desperate to get your holes stuffed? I should let them all fuck you, stuff you full till you pass out.” Her walls clenched his fingers, forcing a raspy chuckle out of Kylo. “Of course you’d enjoy that, you greedy whore.”

(Y/n)’s head rolled back as Kylo’s thumb met her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer to her long awaited release, finally able to give into the sensation. A mere trick the man was playing on his wife, pulling his hand away the moment he felt her tense, ready to let go with his name burning on her lips. “Please, Ky’.”

The nickname forced a disappointed sigh out of Kylo, gloved hand striking down on her behind before she could even begin to catch up with what she had done. A trembling “Supreme Leader” left (y/n), glassy eyes not daring to find his dark gaze. She felt him study her for a few seconds before he forced her to raise her hips, cock aligned with her dripping cunt.

“Not one word, are we clear?” With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) tried to keep quiet, whimpering as he forced her down on his cock. He was ruthless, guiding her movements with his gloved hands placed on her behind, putting on a show for his knights. (Y/n)’s body was his toy, made to please his every desire, allowing him to mold her, to form her, to use her.

Stars, both knew that Kylo would soothe her marks the second they found their way back to their quarters, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but moan whenever he dug his fingers too hard into her skin, needing to feel her as close as possible. His hips met hers with every bounce of hers, burying his cock even deeper inside of her tightness, reminding her that only he could make her feel like this.

“You’re already close, huh? Such a pathetic little girl, can’t even control herself.” Another whimper rolled off her tongue, unable to stop her orgasm from rocking through her, guided by the slamming of his hips. She felt him follow moments later, releasing himself on her thigh, watching his cum paint her skin, dripping along.

“Leave.” Kylo shouted the command, watching his knights wordlessly leave the throne room, only daring to find her exhausted gaze when the men had left the room. (Y/n) collapsed against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck, and with a deep sigh he felt her relax against him.

#Kylo Ren smut #Kylo Ren imagine #adam driver

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waywardrose · 9 months

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MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

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BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify | masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28

rating: explicit, 163k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, breaking up, angst with happy ending, running away, guns, fighting, everyone survives, suicidal ideation

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

🌹 Burn This - Audio

Bootleg audio recording of the play.

#waywardrose writes

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Escape

ben solo x reader

kylo ren x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none, kylo ren becomes ben solo once again, established relationship, leg wound

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summary Kylo Ren has to make the tough decision for his future with his wife

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You were reading silently in your corner in the living room. The dark essence of the apartment always gave you an eerie feeling, so you would read horror to match the mood. It was a high tensity part of the book, you were on the edge of your seat when the door came flying open. You yelped, throwing the book in fright when you realized Kylo had just returned home for the day.

He grunted, throwing his helmet on the floor. He kicked his boots against the wall and threw his cape on the floor like a toddler.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked in an annoyed tone, eyebrow raised. He said nothing and returned to his study, slamming the door behind him. Noise erupted from the room, crashes and loud bangs filled the apartment. Finally, the tantrum seemed to have ended. You huffed and rose off your chair, picking up his helmet and cape and following him. Of course, the door was locked.

“I have your stuff,” you said calmly. No response. You knocked slightly, hoping that he would respond to the kind approach. “Please let me in,”

You heard the door click, signaling that he unlocked it. You opened it slightly, revealing a mess. Books had been knocked off the shelf, papers were scattered all over the room. You found Kylo sitting in front of the victim bookcase, with a large gash down the middle. It gave a crackling sound that made you sigh.

His belongings were placed on the ground as you went to comfort your husband. You placed a hand on his back, and reached for his lightsaber that he was hyperfocusing on. He let you take it, and you set it on his desk. Now sitting on your knees, you wrapped your arm around him. He sat breathing heavy.

You were unsure if he wanted to speak or not. You wanted to know why he was so upset. It was rare he would come home like this. You were running through on what you should do in your head when he finally spoke.

“You should not worry about me,”

“I always worry about you,” “Well stop.” “I can’t just stop, Kylo.”

He rested his head on your shoulder and took a deep breathe. “We were planning a counter attack on the resistance today when one of my lieutenants gave me coordinates to the lead resistance base,”

You shook your head in understandment. “Isn’t that a good thing?” you asked, squeezing his shoulder.

“I already had those coordinates.” he sighed. You sat for a moment. “Your mad because your lieutenant gave you information you already knew? I can see that as a inconvenience but Kylo, honey, it should not ruin your whole day. We really need to work on your-”

“It is the base where my mother lives,”

Oh.

He never spoke about his mother. You only knew he had one because Hux had brought it up briefly once. He had bruises on his neck for weeks.

“I feel myself becoming weak,” Kylo whispered, almost relieved he said it out loud. “I don’t think your weak.” “The supreme leader feels it too.”

You shuttered at the mention of the supreme leader.

“Your not weak. You are the strongest man I know. I trust you will make the decision that you feel is right.” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. Your hand was so small in comparison to his.

“I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it.” Kylo said, his breaths shuttering.

“I will be there every step of the way. I promise.”

Three nights had passed. You hadn’t heard much from your husband besides a couple passing “Good mornings,”

He had absolutely consumed himself in his work almost to the point where it was concerning. He wouldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t eat. You knew he was suffering.

On the third day you were peacefully folding some of your clothes on the bed. Kylo was at work and you didn’t expect much noise in the apartment except for a possible mail droid.

When you heard a loud crash from the kitchen, you were worried. You grabbed your small blaster from your bedside table and krept down the stairs.

The worrying sight of your husband rummaging through your emergency supplies was brought to your eyes. He felt your presence and turned to face you. When your eyes met, something was different.

Maybe the fact that he was covered in sweat and blood should have been off putting, but it wasn’t his appearance that was much different.

It was his soul.

Something you had only heard tiny rumors about before you knew him, before you joined the First Order.

Ben.

You quickly understood and rushed down the stairs. “Take what you need, were not coming back.” he said out of breath. With the chaotic life of being the wife of Kylo Ren, you pretty much had all your valuables packed up and ready to go.

It started to get concerning when alarms starting blaring off around the ship. You slipped your to go bag over your shoulder along with a backpack.

“Is this really happening?” you asked him.

He turned and looked deeply into your soul. He took your hands and sighed. “We must go now.”

You followed Kylo quietly down each secret corner. He knew this ship like the back of his hand. Avoiding troopers, making sure no conflict would happen. He knew he had to keep you safe.

The workers bunks were the safest to escape from. They had escape pods for emergencies that would most likely go undetected from the Commander’s pit. Kylo practically threw you into it, then followed with your stuff. Just as he was about to get in, what seemed like a platoon of Storm Troopers starting blasting their blasters. “Get down!” he yelled to you, struggling to close the hatch.

Kylo was quick to seal the hatch shut, but not before a shot bounced off his leg. The sound of the sizzling from his leg made you nauseous. You started searching the ship for the bacta spray when Kylo interrupted you. “No use. They don’t supply the working ships with them. I’ll be fine.”

“But I’m-”

“I know. Your always worried about me. But everything will be okay now.”

The silence between the two of you was almost painful. Kylo had asked you to try to dispatch a resistance base, but you were struggling to find one.

He had pulled comms and tracking out of the ship and released them into space. You two were officially off the map.

The radio scratching was hurting your head. You kept calling for a resistance fighter to call in, but nothing happened. The ship was going so fast, you felt like you were going a million miles per hour.

“...resistance copy to…”

“I think we got one,” you said, adjusting the knobs on the reader. “Copy to resistance!” you yelled through the speaker. “Copy. May we ask who this is?” the pilot asked.

“Who are we?” you asked, turning to your husband.

His gaze was glossy and out of touch. “Ben Solo.” he said, not moving a muscle.

“A-are you sure won’t they-”

“They’ll know. She’ll know.” he assured you.

“Ben Solo, repeat, we are Ben Solo.”

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bookloover35 · 9 months

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Ben Solo X fem reader-Baby Solo.

In this story he never became Kylo Ren.

Bens Pov:

My sleep was interrupted by the crying of my and my wife Yn's nine-month-old son.

I felt how Yn started to wake up and how she started to move.

Then I put my arm around her and kissed her lightly on the neck and whispered.

Ben: Keep sleeping my dear, I'll take him.

She looked up at me and smiled.

Then she gave me a kiss and went back to sleep.

And I went in to our son.

Ben: Shush, shush, Cody, dad is on his way.

As soon as our son saw me, he stopped crying.

And as soon as I was by him I picked him up and I started rocking him back and forth in my arms and he seems to be hungry and it doesn't seem like a diaper change.

It seems he's had a nightmare.

Ben: Was it a nightmare?

I asked, continuing to rock him back and forth until he fell back asleep.

I still can't believe this is my life now.

If someone had told me a few years ago that I would leave the Jedi life, marry my best friend and have a son together.

Then I would have thought you were lying to me.

It really is the best thing that has happened to me.

Yn and Cody are my everything.

The day she told me I was going to be a father was one of the best days of my life.

But when our son was born, I was so afraid that I wouldn't make it.

But luckily, I've always had Yn by my side and helping me.

I stopped rocking and looked down at our sleeping son and smiled.

Ben: Sleep my little soldier.

No one should ever hurt you or your mom and I love you.

I told him and gave him a kiss on his little forehead then laid him back in his crib.

Then I went back to bed.

Yns Pov:

I smiled as I felt my husband's arms around me.

I woke up a little and turned towards him so that we were face to face.

Then I kissed him on the lips very passionately.

After a while we needed to breathe and then I told him.

Yn: You Ben Solo is an absolutely fantastic father and an absolutely wonderful husband.

I really couldn't do it all without you, I have so much to thank you for and I love you.

Ben: Believe me when I say this, I am the one saying thank you.

It's me who wouldn't have been able to do this without you.

And you are the one who is an absolutely fantastic mother.

You carried our son for nine whole months and you were the one who went through enormous pain when you gave birth.

You and our son are absolutely perfect.

And I love you more.

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juniperwoodwell · 11 months

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Dedication

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 |

Kylo Ren x F! Reader

Word count:5k

Warning(s): I'm not sure rn, proceed with caution I guess.

Summary:As a Captain in the First Order, Y/N has never been one to bring attention to herself unless it was commanding her squadron. What happens when a personal hobby make's her prey to one of the most feared men in the universe?

A/N 1: I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! I had a hard time writing these few week. This is only half edited because an hour ago my mom went to the hospital, but I wanted to get this out for you guys. I will edit it in the future! ❤️

A/n 2: Btw, I decided to try something else for splitting up the scenes , any words in bold red letters is the beginning of a new scene. Lmk if you like that better than the dots.

"You're right on time."

The deep tone of his distorted voice sent shivers down her spine. She stared at the back of the mountainous man in front of her; swallowing her nervousness, she cleared her throat and stood beside him.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Kylo turned his head slightly to analyze her momentarily, then looked back at his ship.

"Why did you disobey direct orders?"

"I-I don't understand-"

"You snuck onto my ship while I was away and after hours."

Y/n bit her lip and sighed;

Well, might as well get this over with.

"I know the risks, Sir, But the information I gathered was vital to my success. I don't want to disappoint you." Her last sentence was mumbled, admitting that hurt her pride.

Kylo hummed and nodded. "Well, since you disobeyed my orders, there will be a punishment." His tone darkened.

"I understand..." This was it; my desire to always succeed would be the end of me.

"You will do a pre-test. No data pad, no notes."

"What?" Her head snapped in his direction; she expected to be dead already.

"You heard me. Let's go."

The inside of the Silencer was cramped, to begin with, but now it was almost suffocating.

Kylo sat in the Pilots seat; his presence alone seemed to fill the tight space with a tense atmosphere. Y/n stood beside him so she could access the flight computer.

"I-Is this necessary, sir?"

Kylo had his hands folded in his lap and nodded. "I need to see you doing it. It'd be useless if I were down there."

Y/n nodded, rolling up her sleeves. "I do suppose so, Sir."

"You may start."

Kylo's POV: (-Example- : Y/n's thoughts)

"You may start."

He watched as she crouched down and turned on the flight computer; no better option other than the floor, he supposed.

He didn't care if she got it right or wrong. He was too caught up in his thoughts;

She was certainly strange. She's always so anxious around me but still manages to back-talk me.

He closed his eyes as he began listening to her rushing mind. It brought some sense of calmness to his constantly overwhelmed one.

- Shit, If he knows about last night, what else does he know? Does he know about my mother? -

He opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at her profile. Her eyebrows were knitted as she worked on the computer.

Her mother? Does she mean her biological or stepmother?

"Your father isn't your biological father isn't that correct?" He asked, watching as she turned to him.

Shock etched into her attractive features. "How'd-"

"I did a background check on you when you requested this assignment."

"Oh, well...yeah. My mother divorced him and left us both. My bio father is unknown."

Kylo hummed. "Does that mean your father's wife is your stepmother?"

Y/n nodded, Turning back to the computer. "She's more of a mother to me than my real one."

"Oh? And why's that?" He smirked as he watched her physically tense up.

-Oh, Fuck.-

"I...Well. My biological mother was hardly there for me growing up, and after she married Raife, my father. She only became more distant. Then divorced my father to join the new republic, and I haven't seen her since." She sighed. "My stepmother took me in as her own; she was super protective of me as a child and was against me joining the first order."

- Why am I spilling my secrets to him!?-

Kylo chuckled at her thoughts, though it came out as a distorted crackle, catching her attention. "Your mother joined the new republic?"

Y/n sighed,

-Too much information, dumbass. Way to dig your own grave. Again.-

" Yeah...She's some big-shot counselor now, but like I said. But as I said, I haven't seen her since the divorce- Oh, wait- Actually, that's a lie. She did try to reconnect a few years ago, tried to convince me not to join the first order, but I told her to politely fuck off."

Kylo sensed anger in her tone as she fiddled with the computer. "I see."

Silence filled the space; Kylo shut his eyes and listened to Y/n's mind, He searched for more information about her mother, but her mind was so filled with overwhelmed thoughts that it made it difficult to navigate. Kylo had never experienced such an active mind; It fascinated him.

The silence and his investigation were interrupted when a bang echoed in the cockpit, followed by a hissed-out curse.

"Fuck!"

He opened his eyes to see Y/n standing now, rubbing her head. Frustrated by something,

How is it that every time I'm one way, she manages to be the complete opposite? Like now, I'm the most relaxed I've been in weeks, and she's completely stressed out and frustrated.

"Are you alright?"

He asked suddenly. Startling them both, It's a very known fact that Kylo Ren is not one to care for others,

"Y-Yeah, Sorry, Sir. Low ceilings."

He stared at her momentarily, an idea forming in his mind.

Y/n's POV:

This whole situation is bull- Why is he asking so many questions? Why this freaking Pre-Test as a punishment? Does he really need to be here? Why is he asking about my mother?

-ERROR: INCORRECT-

The screen showed those words in bright red lettering; she groaned softly.

This is stupid.

She ran her hands over her face and stood up. Too frustrated to remember the low ceilings,

"Fuck!" She cursed when her head collided with the durasteel ceiling.

"Are you alright?" His voice startled her, making her gasp and turn to him.

"Y-yeah, Sorry, Sir. Low ceilings..." She was shocked by his sudden concern, but what happened next made her want to scream as if she'd just seen a ghost.

Kylo grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap; Her back faced him as she straddled his right thigh. Blush crept up her neck and face; she turned her head to look at him. Unsure of what to do.

"Does this help?" He asked,

"What?"

"Does this help? With how you were crouched, I could assume that was uncomfortable, making it difficult for you to focus." He spoke calmly as if what he'd just done hadn't almost caused her to have a heart attack.

"O-Oh...Uh." She looked at the computer, the angle was better and would relieve stress from her ankles, but the warmth from Kylo's thigh made her believe crouching might be the safer option...

Y/n wasn't the most active woman in the world; she preferred to focus on her work over fulfilling any personal pleasures, Minus her Starship hobby. But this sudden contact with someone made her realize how touch-starved she was.

"Yes...It does help. Thank you, Sir." Kylo nodded, and she continued her work; in truth, being beside him earlier was nerve-wracking, but now sitting in his lap? Oh...It was worse. It was distracting and made it even more difficult to focus, especially when he'd move his foot, flexing his thigh. Or when he'd roll his shoulders, brushing his chest against her back, causing goosebumps on her exposed forearms. The proximity was becoming too much; she couldn't concentrate.

Y/n sighed and shut off the flight computer, running a hand through her hair.

"What's the matter?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder, shrugging. Could she tell him that he was causing her to feel slightly turned on? No! Of course not! He's her boss...Technically. So she went with the half-truth, avoiding the embarrassing stuff.

"I've done this test sixteen times now; It's much more than I thought it would be. I can barely remember any of the small details; I'm practically guessing half of it." She sighed again, her shoulders slumped as she spoke, "I give up; I'm sorry, Sir." She began to stand up, but Kylo wrapped his arms tightly around her front and pulled her flush against him. They were so close she could hear his breathing, undistorted. It was calm.

"You aren't allowed to give up, Capitan. You're here to prove that you are exactly as everyone says you are. You're constantly being praised for your piloting and engineering skills. You're apparently so good at what you do that the Supreme Leader permitted you to train a squadron of pilots from childhood, these children are orphans, and you're training them to be loyal to the first order by acting like a mother. Which is proving to work better than Hux's brainwashing method. It infuriates him; it's...very amusing for me."

He paused, his grip on her loosened slightly. Y/n was shivering; she wasn't cold, though...How could she be? Kylo radiated heat like a fire. It was from a combination of things, Fear, curiosity, surprise, and arousal. To name a few. He must have noticed this, she assumed, since his grip tightened and pulled her impossibly closer. "One little ship shouldn't be all that difficult for you." She sighed, nodding her head.

"I know.."

"Then why is it?"

She shrugged. "It's stressful; what you've asked me to do is...it's foreign to me. And you...Sir," She bit her lip to stop herself from digging herself a deeper grave. But he was persistent.

"Go on?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I-...I am afraid of you. Sir."

"As you should be. But you aren't right now, are you?"

She shook her head, "No, Sir."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Honestly? Even though I am afraid of you most days, I have a lot of respect for you, and now that I have this assignment, I'm afraid of disappointing you and not meeting your expectations."

Kylo nodded, "I wouldn't have approved your assignment if I wasn't confident in your abilities. Unless...They're all lies, and you've somehow managed to fool everyone and are secretly a rebel spy?"

Y/n gasped, turning her head to gaze into the dark visor of his helmet. "I am NOT like my mother. I would never betray the First Order."

Kylo chuckled, "Good to know where your loyalties lie." Y/n could feel the vibrations of his distorted chuckle; she realized now that he was teasing her,

"Is this amusing to you?" She asked, turning her head to look out the windshield, crossing her arms over her chest, accentuation her breasts.

Kylo inhaled sharply, covering it up by teasing her once again. "Yes, very much so. You're something else, Captain Seinar"

She huffed and absentmindedly rested her head against his shoulder. "I could say the same for you?"

"Oh? How so?"

"Well...for one. You haven't killed me yet like I've expected you to...Multiple times-" "I have no reason to." "But I've sassed you, talked back to you, disobeyed your orders. I was late, and you destroyed a hangar terminal. You have literally killed for less."

It was his turn to shrug. "...I didn't destroy the terminal because you were late. I apologize if I gave you that impression. Hux had informed me that they lost the location of the scavenger girl. You just happened to show up, and I needed an excuse." Y/n put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. "Is this amusing for you?" His tone sounded playful as he mirrored her words from moments before.

She shook her head, but her expression betrayed her, unable to contain her smile.

He chuckled. "To be honest, you are a valuable asset to the First Order. You've managed to make yourself indispensable. It'd be a waste to kill you."

"O-oh..."

"So, what else then?"

"Well...For instance," She lifted her hands to accentuate her point. "It's very out of character for you, sir."

"Maybe for you and everyone else, it is."

"What? Are you saying you're actually kind and considerate?"

Kylo scoffed. "Not usually. But somehow, you've managed to bring out that side of me-" As he was about to finish his sentence, Y/n's watch beeped, indicating that the hour had finished. "You did well; I'll give you an extra hour tomorrow." Kylo let go and helped her stand. He lifted his hand above her head before she could bump against it again. "Thank you, sir."

When she returned to the lounge, the only one there was Miya; when she saw Y/n, she stood up and rushed over to her.

"Where the hell have you been?" She scolded.

"Miya-"

"You missed lunch and dinner, and you're back late! We were worried Sick! "

"A lot happened. Can I explain in the morning? I'm exhausted."

Miya signed, "Yeah, fine. But I want a full explanation."

"Yes, Ma'am," Y/n Yawned and trudged back to her room. She signed, "So many questions; why does he make everything so difficult." slowly, she peeled off her work clothes as her stomach grumbled. "Shit- I'm starving." She changed into something comfortable and then went out to the lounge.

As she was scrounging around for a snack, a heavy knock echoed through the room; y/n gasped at the sound and then quickly opened the door to find a trooper standing there holding a black cafeteria plate with a matching lid.

"Captain Seinar?"

"Yes?"

"This is for you."

"Uh? Are you sure? Because I canceled my meal delivery."

"Yes, Ma'am. But I was ordered to bring it to you."

"By who?"

"Kylo Ren, Ma'am,"

Y/n scoffed. Really? "ah, alright. Thank you." She took the food back to her room and sat it on her desk. She crossed her arms and stored at it.

"Why in the world would he have someone bring me food? Is he sorry he made me skip dinner? This man, I swear. one minute he wants to slice me In half, and the next he's acting as though he's my friend or something" She shrugged and sat down at the desk. When she opened it, there was a note written on real paper; this surprised her because It was rare to see actual paper since everything has become mostly digital. It read,

You did well tonight. Meet me in the hangar right after dinner tomorrow. You'll do your two hours then. Enjoy this; You deserve it.

Y/n stared at the note in awe, "This man is not who people say he is. Goodness." Cautiously she began to eat the meal.

The next morning went suspiciously well. Y/n woke up before her alarm, made it to breakfast, and taught classes. It wasn't until after lunch that things started to go downhill. She had gone to her office to do paperwork; the office was the equivalent of a large closet.

A knock on her office door startled her from the report she had been writing.

"Come in."

The door slid open to reveal Kylo Ren. She stood up quickly, "O-Oh, Hello, Sir. How can I help you?"

"I need your help with a ship."

"Your silencer?"

He shook his head slightly. "My command shuttle. Come, I'll explain more on the way."

She nodded and followed him out of the room. He explained what was wrong with the ship, and he took her to the hangar.

Y/n placed her hands on her hips as she stared at the large ship.

"Huh..."

"What is it?"

"Oh- Uh. Sorry. I just assumed it'd be in worse shape. You have a reputation for destroying things when stuff is inconvenient to you."

"I chose to find you first."

"Ah."

Kesta came down from the ship when she saw Y/n; her eyes lit up.

"Oh, Good. You're here!"

Y/n offered her a soft smile. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Of course, Though. We've practically torn the cockpit apart trying to figure out what's wrong with the damn thing. So watch your step."

"Thank you. I will."

Kesta was not kidding. There were wires hanging down from the ceiling. The control cover was taken off the dock and sat to the side. Wires were littered all over the floor as well. "Goodness..." She trudged her way through the mess and went over to the dock where the flight computer resided.

Y/n wasn't unfamiliar with the Upsilon class command shuttle. It had just been released the year she joined the first order, and when she did her engineer training, one of her tests was to program it. Her programming came in second to a punk who decided he'd steal her idea, which in turn made it look like she stole his.

So in truth, this was her creation, but no one knew. She nodded to herself, then exited the ship,

"Well?" Kesta asked, walking up to Y/n.

"I think It's the wing retraction gear. When it starts up, does it make a high-pitched screeching?"

Kesta nodded.

"Then...Yeah, somethings wrong with the wing retraction."

"Would you mind taking a look at it?" The older woman asked; y/n internally groaned. This could take hours.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll need some tools, though."

Two hours of screwing and unscrewing bolts, rewiring the wing retractor, and then having to do it again because she forgot that it needed to be wired to a different input. Kylo had left as soon as she got her tools, and Kesta left after that.

Tiredly y/n sat at the bottom of the ramp on the ship; she wiped her forehead as she sighed. A shadow eclipsed her, and she looked up to find Kylo looming over her. Quickly she stood up, almost stumbling forward into him. Catching her balance, she spoke,

"I-I wasn't slacking, Sir."

The new familiar crackle sounded softly between the two. "No. I didn't think you were."

"Ah. Well- Is there anything I can help you with?"

He shook his head slightly. "Is it fixed?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. You may go."

She looked at him confused but then shook her head. "Yes, Sir."

Before she could walk passed him, he grabbed her arm, Wo- Deja Vu. "Do not worry about Hux's order. Continue the way you have been."

She looked into the dark visor with an uncertain expression. "Are you saying that just because it would only piss him off more?"

"Yes. But also because I meant what I said. It works." She looked away and nodded; before He let go of her arm,

He said, "Go to the infirmary."

"For what?" She asked; he tilted his down, and she followed his gaze. Her dark grey shirt was stained a deep red on her side. "Oh- Wow. I didn't even feel that."

"Obviously."

She glared at him. "Thank you for noticing. I'll go now." He nodded and let her go.

"Are you kidding me?" A short, blonde-haired woman in a white doctor's coat walked up to Y/n as she entered the infirmary. "I swear, You're here every week, Y/n. What'd you do this time?"

"Hi, Sara...I was fixing Kylo Ren's command shuttle and must have cut myself. Not sure how it happened."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Must have is an understatement." She said as she slightly lifted up the hem of Y/n's shirt. "Come on. I'll fix you up."

"Thank you-"

"You'll be paying me."

Y/n laughed softly and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, don't worry."

Sara lead Y/n to a bed and closed the curtain. "Are you doing alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, You're the center of everyone's gossip recently."

"Because of my new assignment?" Sara nodded as she disinfected the small but deep gash in Y/n's side; Y/n gritted her teeth, "Y-yeah. It's...complicated. At least I'm not dead yet." She joked, earning a glare from Sara. "Sorry- It's nothing though. Just lots and lots of studying." The doctor hummed as she began to stitch up the wound, causing Y/n to grasp the firm mattress.

"...You must not know then."

"K-know what?"

"There's a rumor growing around that you're screwing him. Especially since last night."

"...last night?"

"Yeah, One of the engineers told me he saw the two of you inside his ship." Y/n groaned. "Is it true?"

"No, of course, it's not Sara. He found out I snuck onto his ship while he was gone and made me do a pre-test as punishment. He had to be there to observe my progress."

"But did you need to be sitting in his lap?"

"How much did this engineer see!?" Y/n exclaimed, wailing her arms around; Sara glared at her. "Sorry.."

"He saw enough to spread some nasty rumors." Y/n sighed and began to explain everything to Sara from the beginning, and by the time she was done, Sara had finished stitching and bandaging her side.

"Are you sure you can handle this?"

"I...I'm not sure. Tomorrow is test day, and I don't think I'm going to succeed; I'm too far in to back out now. This might be the last time we see each other."

"I want to say don't be so dramatic, Y/n...But who knows what he'll do to you if you fail."

Y/n scratched her head. "Yeah... I know."

"How are your nightmares?"

"Oh-...Good." Sara knew she was lying but didn't persist. They knew each other well enough.

"Okay, You're all set." The women stood and exited the area; a few of the nurses looked at Y/n harshly. She avoided their gazes, and Sara walked her to the door. "Just be careful. Rumors like these...They grow legs."

"I know. Thank you. I'll send you the money tonight."

It seemed as though everyone's eyes were now on her as she made her way through the long tiring halls. Checking the time, she decided she could change out of her stained shirt and then go teach her flight lesson.

Walking into the lounge, she bumped into Callisto,

"Hey! Where have you been?"

"I'll tell you later, Cal. I gotta change and go to my next class."

"Wait- No. Hang on. Is that blood?"

"yeah, It's nothing. I'll be fine."

"Did he do that to you?"

"Who?"

"Kylo Ren."

"What? No. I cut myself while fixing a ship."

Callisto sighed. "I swear-"

"Cal. He didn't do anything. Now I have to go."

"Fine. But you're coming to dinner, right?"

She didn't give him an answer as she went to her room.

"Captain!" Dante's voice alerted the woman as she wrote down a report on her data pad.

"Yes, Dante?"

"General Hux wants to see you. He said for you to go to his office in the command center."

"Now?" Dante nodded. "Okay."

Quickly she gathered her small group and told them they could go back to their dorms and that the training was canceled.

Nervous didn't even begin to cover what she was feeling the moment she stepped through the command center's doors.

Cautiously she knocked on Hux's door.

"Come in."

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into his office.

"You asked for me, Sir?"

"Yes. Take a seat." She nodded and sat down in a chair across from his desk. "Is your assignment going well?" He asked as he linked his hands together on his desk and leaned forward.

"Yes, Sir." She kept her expressions blank.

"I was informed that you snuck onto the Silencer after hours. Is this true?"

Shit. She nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because I needed more information."

"I was also told that you stole a copy of the ship's programming. Is this true?"

"Y-Yes...Sir."

Hux hummed and sat back in his seat. "I respect you and your reputation Captain. But this is something I can not allow to pass. You will be completely suspended for five weeks, Along with your personal project."

"Which one, Sir?"

"Your squadron." he paused as he glared harshly, making her want to crawl away and hide. "If you choose to do such things again, I will have you fired and your squadron terminated."

"But you can't-"

"You're dismissed." biting her tongue, she stood and left.

When she exited the control center, she got lost in her thoughts.

How could he have known? Did Kylo tell him? Maybe Cal's right. He is just toying with me.

She was stopped in her tracks by a firm hand grasping her shoulder; she turned to see one of the Knights of Ren. Cardo, she believed.

"Captain Seinar."

"Y-yes, sir?" She turned to face him as he let her go.

"Kylo Ren has ordered me to find you and bring you to him."

"O-Oh. Alright."

Anger slowly started to boil in her bones as they made their way to where every Kylo was.

The room they arrived in seemed like a recreation room. She noticed how the other five knights were there and turned to her as she entered. Cardo continued to walk through the room to another in the back; Y/n kept her head down as she followed him.

Kylo Ren stood in Infront of a large Transparasteel window that looked out into the vast expanse of space.

"Here she is."

Kylo nodded and waved him off. Cardo left the room, closing the door behind him.

Y/n stared daggers into the back of his helmet, her fists clenched tight by her side.

"Is something the matter?" His voice bounced off the walls.

"All that shit you told me yesterday was just a fucking lie. Wasn't it? You've been trying to ruin my life from the moment I requested to look at your damned ship."

"I do not know what you mean." He turned around to face her.

"Bullshit! You have changed my schedule twice already, stressed me out beyond compare, and told Hux that I took a copy of the ship's programming plus that I snuck on board after hours!" Her strides were quick as she made her way over to him, and her chest was heaving. She stared up at him, face red with anger.

"I did no such thing."

"Liar! He's suspended me for over a month and my squadron as well. He told me if I slip up again, he'll fire me and that he'd terminate my squadron. You can't fucking handle someone being better than you at something, can you!? You're getting exactly what you wanted!" She yelled colorfully.

Kylo took a step in, their chests brushing against each other. His voice was low as he spoke,

"Watch it."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "what're you gonna do? Kill me? Please, that'd be a mercy."

He chuckled darkly. "That mouth of yours...It could get you in some serious trouble." He grabbed her arm and slammed her against the nearest wall, caging her in. Her anger was washed away in an instant, and fear now occupied her mind.

"Come now, where's all that fire?" She took in a shaky breath, "What's wrong? Are you scared I may actually kill you?" She looked away, but he grabbed her chin, holding her in place. "I meant every word I said to you. I would never jeopardize your position; I know how hard you've worked for it."

"But-"

"I did not tell Hux what you did. That was between us, and It does not involve him." He sighed as he noticed the fearful look in her eyes. He let go of her chin; she seemed to relax some, but her mind continued to rush. "He has no proper authority to fire you or terminate your squadron, and if he tries, I will intervene."

"Why?" Her voice was soft and quiet.

"Because, as I've said, you're a valuable asset to the First Order. It'd be foolish to do away with you."

She nodded, biting her lip. "I'm sorry for practically screaming at you. It wasn't fair of me to assume you did those things without asking you."

"You're very good at that."

"At what? Assuming things?"

"No- Owning up to your mistakes."

Y/n looked down at her feet, but Kylo lifted her chin with his thumb. "This brings up a problem, though."

"...And that is? Sir."

"We possibly have a snitch." He let her go and pulled away, turning to the window.

Quickly she controlled her breathing and stood beside him.

"Did you tell anyone?"

Y/n had to think for a moment; she gasped when a name flashed through her mind.

Callisto.

"I-...Yes. My best friend. Special Forces Pilot Timothy Callisto, but he goes by Cal." She turned her head to look at Kylo, and he did the same. Her eyes were filled with worry and desperation. "He wouldn't..."

"It's a possibility."

"But-...We've been friends since the academy. He wouldn't betray me."

"You put too much faith into people."

She scoffed. "How would you know."

"I just do."

They stood there quietly for a while.

"What did you want me for, sir?"

He let her question linger as he turned away from the window and took a seat at the table that sat to the side of the room. "Join me." He said, motioning to the seat in Infront of him. Sitting down, she fiddled with her hands, suddenly anxious.

"I would like for you to join my division."

"Like the knights?"

He shook his head. "No. Like as my second in command, as in...Being my wingman and Captain."

She looked at him in disbelief. "I-...sorry. What?" she tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she asked.

"Because someone with your skills deserves to work with people of your same standard."

"Are you saying that my friends in the special forces aren't of my standard" Her tone had an edge to it as she spoke.

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then."

"The special forces are the best of the best when it comes to the first order. But you, you're something-" His words are interrupted by the door opening.

"Apologies, Sir. But you're being summoned to the supremacy." One of the knights spoke. Kylo turned his head to the knight and then back to Y/n.

"Thank you, Ap'lek." The knight: Ap'lek. Nodded and closed the door.

Kylo stood, offering his hand to her. "Think about my offer." His voice sounded soft behind the mask, but she thought she had just imagined it; sighing, she took his hand and stood.

"Thank you, Sir. Do you know if you'll be back in time?"

Kylo hummed, looking down at her hand that was still in his own. "I am...unsure. If I am not. I will have Ap'lek accompany you."

Y/n froze, and her hand subconsciously gripped his. She stared into the visor, anxiety etched in her features.

"Is something wrong?"

She gulped and shook her head. When she went to pull her hand away, he grabbed it tightly,

"Do not lie to me." His commanding tone made her look away,

"...I'd prefer not to do it at all than have to do it without you." her confession surprised them both. "I-I mean the ship, of course; I...I'm just used to you now. It'd be awkward with anyone else." She explained.

A static crackle echoed off the walls. He was laughing at her. She met where she assumed his eyes were and rolled her own, a smirk on her lips.

"You should go. Don't want to make the supreme leader angry."

"How would you know it's the supreme leader?" He asked teasingly,

"Why else would you go to the big man's ship?" Another crackle and a nod from Kylo.

"You are right, though. I should. I will try to be back before our scheduled time, but if I'm not. Don't worry too much. Ap'lek is a man of few words, and he's the...Nicest. I suppose, but he'd deny it. He's just polite." Y/n nodded,

"I understand. Thank you, Sir. Good luck." She offered him a smile, and he gently squeezed her hand before letting go and leaving the room.

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If the Slipper Fits

Pairings: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Summary: Nobody wants to be the woman whose foot fits that slipper.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of sex, nudity, mentions of self harm

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Wooo😅 I'm so sorry for how long it took for me to get this out. But here it is!! I struggled with writers block for awhile but recently remembered the ultimate cure: reading. I forgot how much a good book can really inspire me. Without further ado...

Part Fourteen

You’re not sure what to expect upon arriving in the Third District. You didn’t exactly leave on great terms with Kylo and, not to mention, you’re completely unaware of what’s happened while you were gone. More than likely you were walking into a hostile situation if anything like Parric in the Sixth District occurred; however, the servant who fetches you is amicable enough, and leads you into a room to get settled.

You half expect Kylo to be there, and so you prepare what to say. Undoubtedly he’ll know how it went. And you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or relieved when the room is notably absent of any sign of your husband.

There’s a knock at the door.

Panic jolts through you. You remember, vaguely, that if it was Kylo, you would’ve felt him approach through your Force bond.

Instead, your company is a regal-looking woman wearing a dress made of deep maroon. She smiles softly, if not somewhat abashed, as if she’s aware that she’s spooked you.

“Hello. I apologize, I’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

“Oh,” you say, laughing nervously. “No need to apologize.”

You don’t want to admit to her, or yourself, that you’re on edge about seeing Kylo.

She offers her hand and you shake it. “My name is Emelia, I’m the lady of the house.”

“Thank you for having us. From what I’ve seen of it, your district is lovely.”

Emelia’s lips twitch. “You’re very kind.”

You twist your head, pinning her with a look of incredulity. “You don’t believe me.”

“I don’t mean to offend,” Emelia quickly says.

She gestures past you. A rounded set of double doors open up to a small, adjoining balcony. Rain falls in sheets across the windows, and you remember the icy prick of it on your skin as you ran after the servant from your ship into the warmth of the grand estate.

Emelia adds, “We aren’t exactly known for our weather.”

“I like the rain,” you truthfully tell her. “I think it’s relaxing.”

“I agree, although I may be biased. We have a wonderful market, though, so I hope the clouds clear long enough for you to visit.”

“I would love that.” You smile.

Emelia clears her throat. “I’m afraid that I didn’t come here to discuss the splendor of our district. I-I have an ulterior motive.” A flash of gold catches your eye, and you realize it comes from the plethora of rings on Emelia’s hands as she wrings them. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”

Your Highness. You would never get used to that.

“Of course,” you reassure her.

“My wife and I, we have two daughters.” Emelia pauses as if contemplating how to continue. “By the end of the year, they would’ve become the acceptable age to be fitted for the slipper. I…I feared for them terribly. I know that you didn't necessarily have a choice, but I am grateful for you for marrying the king and sparing my daughters of a similar fate. For all of the women in the kingdom. No more will have to die.”

You want to inform her no one actually died, but feel it would defeat the kindness of her statement. Someone else might’ve mistaken her words for callousness, but you understand what she meant — you were a savior, one way or another.

“It needed to end,” you say softly. “If I had to be the one to do it, then so be it.”

Little did she know how truthful you were. It truly was up to you to end the dark reign of the royal family over the kingdom, and of Palpatine’s unrelenting hold on Kylo.

“There you are.”

Kylo’s voice evokes both you and Emelia to turn towards the doorway.

A part of you softens at the sight of him.

Sans helmet and armor, Kylo stands in a simple pair of dark pants and a black sweater. Dressed like this, he looks perfectly aristocratical, reminding you glaringly of his royal upbringing; he hardly embodies the feral, wild man that you know, the one you watched kill a man for disrespecting you.

The complexity of him, the stark juxtaposition of his character, strangely intrigues you.

“Kylo,” you say, more breathless than you meant.

Emelia sheepishly smiles. “I’m sure that you wish to reunite with your wife.”

Kylo addresses her with his intense, unwavering stare but says nothing. After a pregnant pause, Emelia scurries past you and Kylo, making sure to give the latter a significant distance, which isn’t an easy feat considering that he fills the entire doorway. Before she can disappear around the corner, you shout, “Thank you,” then, quieter, knowing you have her attention, “Emelia.”

Emelia glances at you. She nods, then leaves.

With her gone, Kylo’s stare slides to you. “I trust that your trip was pleasant.”

“It was.”

He shifts, leaning hip and elbow against the frame of the door. “What did Lady Emelia want?”

Kylo is obviously shooting for nonchalance, but falls somewhere short of overbearing. It brings the slightest hint of a smile to your mouth. You tell him, “Just to say hello.”

“And everything is well?”

“Everything is well.” You swallow. You’ve forgotten to be afraid of this interaction. The reminder ratchets your nerves. “How are you?”

The door closes behind Kylo. He devours the space between you in two strides, effectively crowding you against the bed. The backs of your knees collide into the bed frame but you don’t concede to sitting, instead persisting on standing so that you’re wedged between his legs.

He towers over you, the proximity of him — his general being — overwhelms you.

“I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of you,” he says thickly, as if inflicted with some terrible curse. He all but spits it out. “I hated it.”

“Sorry,” you mutter to him.

Kylo fiercely says, “Don’t do that again. From now on you go where I tell you.”

“I’ll go where I please,” you fire back, blistering.

“You torment me,” he eventually replies. His tone is pained, all-suffering, the words sharp, cutting across your skin like a blade. His fingers, though, are appalling gentle as he snags a lock of hair, caught in the corner of your lips, and tucks it behind your ear. His brows furrow. “Please. Make it stop.”

You smile wryly. “I’m not sure I know how.”

An expression passes over his handsome features, the semblance of a smile. The very first of its kind.

“Join me, tomorrow.”

You frown. “What?”

“We’re going somewhere.”

“Where?”

“I’ll worry about that.”

You narrow your eyes, playfully suspicious. “What’s going on? Shouldn’t we be…” you wave your hand vaguely, “I don’t know…touring?”

“I think we’ve earned a break.” One of his brows, a thick, dark stroke against his pale skin, raises almost minutely. “Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose you.” The edges of your mouth curl mischievously. “You really missed me.”

He sniffs, “I didn’t miss you. I just think it would be of good conscience to spare our hosts from your insufferable tendencies.”

It takes a moment for you to realize that he’s kidding, that it’s just a sample of his dry humor. You get such seldom glimpses of it. In a singsong voice, you say, “You missed me.”

“How dare you accuse me of such a heinous act.”

You smirk, triumphant. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

A pleasurable ache between your thighs greets you as you wake, blinking sleep from your eyes. You turn, twisted in the sheets; you gave up a long time ago trying to catch Kylo still in bed, although the remnants of him are still there — his lingering warmth, his scent, and the memories of the former night heat your cheeks.

You languish, for a moment, in the comfort of an unhurried morning. Then, you lift your head and sweep your bleary gaze across the room, starting from the door to the balcony — there. Leaning casually, well, as casually as someone who perpetually upholds an essence of power, Kylo stands on the balcony with his back to you.

You swing your legs off the bed and hurry to grab your robe and belt it around your waist.

You’re not sure what overcomes you — perhaps the subtle domesticity of it all — but you pad on bare feet across the room and encircle your arms around him, your cheek nuzzling up against the muscular plane of his back.

“Good morning,” you hum.

His grunted response rumbles through his chest. “I would ask if you slept well,” he says, voice deliciously husky from sleep, “but I already know the answer.”

He can’t see you, but you roll your eyes. “So humble.”

Kylo grunts again. From behind him, you peek to see what he’s looking at. Beyond the balcony, rolling green plains are backdropped by clear skies, and you’re given view of the district that the rain obscured the day before. Awe yawns in you.

“What are the plans today?” You ask. For the first time since you can remember, you feel a worm of excitement working it’s way into your chest.

Kylo twists so that his back is against the railing of the balcony, but still in your arms. “Go get dressed,” he orders.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?”

“No. Go.”

Kylo delights you as he slaps your ass on your way back into the room, and you cry out in protest. The sound of his chuckle follows you.

“Kylo, where are we?” Blindly, you reach out with your hands.

"We're almost there. Stop fussing."

You scowl. You feel as if your fussing is perfectly reasonable, considering that he's kept you out of the loop all afternoon. You flew to a remote location and then, upon climbing off the ship, he insisted that this be a surprise. So, you've walked for at least the last half mile with Kylo's large hands covering your eyes, stumbling awkwardly in front of him.

"Don't make that face."

"What? What face? You can't even see my face."

"The one where you furrow your brow and scrunch up your nose."

Irritatingly, he's right. You relax your features, forgetting that with his hands over your eyes he can tell the different in your expression. You smile sheepishly as he laughs.

"Are we almost there?" You complain.

"I'm going to walk you in circles if you ask one more time. I have nowhere to be today, I can delay this as long as necessary."

Finally, he stops in his tracks. You're grateful, because your feet have started to ache - it's been an embarrassingly long time since you've walked so far. "Keep your eyes shut," he instructs. The warmth of his proximity disappears, boots crunching the ground as he takes several steps away. "Now open."

Kylo steals your vision first. Unsurprisingly.

You take in your fill of him before your gaze slowly drifts. Behind him, a small lake laps at the sandy shore where he now stands barefoot, the hem of his pants rolled up; it's strangely attractive, and you shove down your sudden desire. The area surrounding the lake is green, grassy, interspersed with patches of flowers and trees.

You breathe out, "Wow. It's beautiful."

"My mother used to take me here," Kylo says, softly, distant — lost in memories that you could only guess about. "If I was well behaved during her diplomatic meetings, we would go swimming."

For half of a moment, you wonder whether or not you should divulge how you met Leia, but you think better of it. "Thank you for bringing me here." He shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the level of vulnerability, so you hurry to add, "I'm relieved it wasn't just to get me out of my clothes."

"Would it have worked?"

You give in to a face-splitting smile. In a swift movement, you pull off your shirt and step out of your shoes. Kylo lets out a soft sound of amusement as you run past him, wriggling out of your pants as you splash into the lake water. Icy cold envelopes you but gradually subsides; the sun warms your face as you float in the water on your back.

"Was that a yes?"

Kylo peels off his clothes and wades into the water, looking everything like some fictional hero. Or villain, perhaps, you think. Either way, he's unafraid of his nudity, and even though you've seen him countless times before, it still makes you sheepish. After all, you're still wearing your bra and panties, leaving you painfully overdressed.

You watch him slip under then re-emerge, slicking his wet hair back. His dark eyes are dancing with an emotion you can't identify.

"Of course it was a yes," you tell him with a laugh. "As you already know, I don't necessarily need a reason to get undressed for you."

"Mm, you're right," he says.

Treading water, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you toward him. His hands are like fire on your skin, scorching a path as they roam from your waist to your thighs, gripping tightly as to hoist your legs around his hips. You squeal in delight and encircle your arms around his neck.

Kylo moves to shallower waters. Droplets of water roll off his broad shoulders. You're fascinated with his lashes — wet, spiky, unfairly long — so you're unprepared for when he leans in and seals a kiss on your mouth. Unlike previous kisses, this one is unhurried, relaxed, secure in a way they haven't been before.

The afternoon passes much quicker than you would've liked, but you see a new side of Kylo that makes it worth it. He's still very much the same, blunt and serious, but the usual tension is missing. He's not a royal figure but a man — in fact, you're almost certain that you catch a glimpse of the child he had been when he insists on showing you how he can swim all of the way to the bottom of the lake.

You're pleasantly tired, burnt, and your fingers have wrinkled far past normalcy when you announce, "I wish it could always be like this."

Kylo lays on the shore, reclined back on his hands and drying off. Mercifully, he's put on pants, or else you wouldn't have been able to hold a conversation with him. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady and calm. "How so?"

"Both of us. Without any expectations," you say. "We aren't fighting. We're not...rulers. We're just people."

As imperceptibly and quick as the breeze rolling over you, Kylo stiffens. "But that's not us."

"It's true in this moment," you protest.

"But that's all this is." Kylo sits up. Waves a hand. "A moment."

You turn to him. By this point, you're half submerged, on your way to getting out of the water when he stops you in your tracks. "Can't you just enjoy the sentiment?"

"No. It's not realistic."

"None of this is realistic," you say, on the verge of hysteria.

It's vague, a blotch on your subconscious, but you suddenly feel the same as when a plate slips out of your hands, the tension before it smashes to the ground into hundreds of pieces.

"I wasn't —"

"Nevermind," you quickly say. You don't want to hear his gruff excuse, the lack of understanding and empathy. "Forget I said anything."

Kylo is alert, more than he was before. His dark eyes watch you closely. "I upset you."

"Yes, Kylo, you did." You huff, mostly out of frustration than disappointment. "But it's okay. I wasn't being realistic. You're right. Tomorrow — in a few hours — we'll go back to barely tolerating each other and being respectable diplomats. This is just a moment, it doesn't mean anything."

You snatch up your clothes and put them on. By the time you're done, your cheeks are still wet with the tears you've failed to scrub away. Kylo stands a few feet from you, expression unreadable.

"That's not what I meant."

"No, it never is."

You just want to go home. But you have no home, no real one, so maybe you just want to go back to the palace. It's unfortunate that you still have two more districts to visit.

"Let me explain." Kylo's voice is a growl, deep in his chest. He grabs your wrist and spins you around so that you're only inches apart. "I've always thought very...linear. And I can't always express what I mean." He shakes his head then, perhaps irritated with himself. "I brought you here today for a reason. I wanted you to see this."

You implore him with your eyes. "But will it mean anything? After this?"

His gaze flickers to your lips. "It will. To me." He swallows, throat bobbing. "I said that because we can't change who we are. But we can still appreciate being together, even when things are...difficult."

"I thought I was insufferable," you say. Secretly, you're touched.

His lips twitch. "You are."

This admission of his thoughts, his feelings, means more to you than any grand romantic gesture. You're afraid, though, that if you push anymore he might throw himself into the lake and drown himself. So you declare that you're hungry, and that you know the perfect place; Kylo is hesitant, but nonetheless accepts.

You have to admit that you have no clue where you're going, but Kylo knows exactly where to go when you mention the market that Emelia talked about the day before. In your head you're not sure what to think — you only had your own district to compare it to. But you're more than pleasantly surprised to find that the Third District market sprawls several miles, cutting through the plains like a colorful serpent. Chatter greets you first, then the savory smell of meats and other things being roasted, sweetened by a stall selling small, sugary cakes.

Kylo insist that you try one. The vendor seems more than apprehensive about selling to the King, but is remarkably thrilled when you take a bite and profess how delicious it is.

The two of you gradually make your way through the plethora of stalls, stopping and chatting with those who look close enough to recognize you (well, mostly you, Kylo stands sullenly behind you); sampling foods and browsing wares — jewelry, scarves, pieces of wood carved into impossible shapes. You're aware that Kylo will buy you whatever you want, so you overly show your admiration for as many vendors as you can. If Kylo catches onto this, he doesn't say, just silently pays the vendor without complaint.

You excitedly dart away from him to investigate a stall boasting beautiful bottles of perfume. Kylo gets lost in the throng of onlookers. You pick up one of the bottles and lift it to your nose, just as a flash of color catches your eye.

Was that...? Curious, you mutter something to the perfume vendor then shuffle a few steps. Your gaze combs the crowd. There — again! Your brows furrow and you start your pursuit. You want to shout but you're afraid that Kylo might hear you. A quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he's still straggling behind, so you forge ahead, elbowing and doing your best to keep up.

The clothed figure slips into an alleyway. You follow after. "Luke!" you shout. "Luke?"

"Did he follow you?" Luke twists toward you, blue eyes searching past you. This is the first time you're seeing him in person, and you find yourself just as awestruck as meeting him through the Force.

"Um, no. No, I don't think so," you say.

Luke nods, abrupt. "We don't have much time. But we needed to meet again."

"Couldn't we have just met like before?"

"No. This requires in-person training," Luke tells you, mouth curling with amusement. He resembles his sister, painfully so, reminding you that he's also related to Kylo, to Ben. Dry humor evidently runs in the family.

"Okay," you say, unsure of what else to.

"I'm going to lower my defenses," Luke says. "And let you try to penetrate my mind. We spoke about the abstract of defeating the darkness, but this is the physical. I have a memory that I want you to try to reach."

"How will I know what it is?"

Luke smiles wryly. "Trust me."

He sweeps a hand, concealing the alley in a temporary bubble. No one from outside can see in, or enter.

"Tell me what you learned last time."

You repeat his lesson, the one from the gardens in the Sixth District. It pains you to recall the memory of seeing you father, even if it was fake, and how it felt to obliterate him. You explain how you'll have to find the emotional bond with Kylo to access his subconscious again.

"Have you tried?" Luke asks.

Sheepishly, you shake your head.

If he's disappointed, Luke masks it. "Tonight. You must try tonight. You don't have much longer."

"I know," you say. "I know." Desperate to redeem yourself in his eyes, you add, "I spoke with my district. They're on board with helping us."

Luke nods. "Good. That's a start." He positions himself closer. "Put your fingers on my temples. Here."

You obey.

"Hopefully this will help your endeavor," he says. "Now, concentrate. Remember last time."

You do. You really do. But nothing happens — other than you standing there with your hands on Luke's temple. You realize that he closed his eyes when they open unexpectedly.

"Are you trying?" The same blunt honesty as the rest of his family, too.

"Yes," you stress. "I'm trying."

"Try harder," he demands, a phrase that's never made any sense to you.

You relent. This time, you close your eyes and focus. You try to imagine yourself opening up Luke's mind, like prying open a shell and examining what's inside. Clearly, he's waiting for this, because it almost feels too easy to do so — you slip into it as easy as slipping into a shoe.

Instantly you're transported not into his subconscious, his safe place, but rather directly into a memory. In the memory, you're an outsider. Luke is there, younger, how he must've been when he saved the kingdom along with Leia; he's surrounded by a group of teenagers, children, really. Your eyes settle on one.

Ben. Not yet Kylo, although you decide he can't be far from the man you know.

He's distinctly on the cusp of manhood. Eighteen or nineteen, a man, but his body still lingering in his adolescence. There's an openness to his face. You're not sure if it's your imagination or not, but you're almost certain that you can see a darkness beneath the earnest expression, like shade encroaching on the sunshine.

"Good work today," Luke tells his students. This must be what Leia meant when she said that he had once been Kylo's teacher. "You deserve the rest of the day off."

The children rise to their feet, already starting to cluster into pairs as they retreat. You think that Kylo is slower to jump up, nobody coming to talk to him. His shoulders (broad even then) tense as Luke calls, "Ben. One moment, please."

With a healthy dose of teenage reluctance, Kylo — Ben? you weren't sure — approaches his uncle. There's a trace of wariness on his face.

"We need to talk about what happened," Luke says. His tone is sterner than before, when he addressed all of the students together.

Ben's eyes flash. "What is there to talk about?"

"What you did was irresponsible and dangerous," Luke snaps. His jaw clenches. It's obvious from just this small interaction that he has less patience for his nephew then the others. Perhaps a higher expectation, you think, but nonetheless unwarranted. Clearly Kylo wants his respect.

"I couldn't let him beat me," Kylo says.

"A humble loser is just as important, if not more, than a proud winner," Luke tells him.

A storm crosses Kylo's face. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Dark magic is forbidden to be used here," Luke says. "You know that. Others saw what you did, too. They already think I'm giving you special treatment and now —"

Kylo interrupts him with an absurdly uproarious laugh. "Ha!" He says. There's a darkness thrumming just beneath his skin. "You hate me."

Luke's anger buffers. He steps back as if physically assaulted. "Ben, I could never —"

"Don't lie," Kylo snarls. "I see the way you look at me. How everyone looks at me. You're all afraid that I'm going to be like King Vader. Maybe I just should be, since everyone already thinks it! He said that —"

It's Luke's turn to interrupt. "He who?"

Kylo's passionate anger shutters, his mouth snapping shut. "No one."

"Ben —"

The future king turns and storms off. Luke moves as if to go after him, but must think better of it. Instead he watches his nephew's retreating form until he disappears.

You're eager to devour more of this — to know more about Kylo's elusive past — but the memory ends abruptly and you're suddenly brought back to reality, stumbling backwards as you are.

Luke's face is grim. "I should've seen it coming."

"You couldn't have known," you say softly. Sure, watching with what you know now, the signs were all there. But Luke couldn't have seen it. Even with his tendency to be hard on Kylo, he most likely only saw his beloved nephew.

"That was the first day he used dark magic in front of me," Luke tells you. "It's not long after that Palpatine turns him completely." He pauses, then shakes his head. "Anyway, you did good. Great, even. I trust tonight will go well."

"Yeah," you say, distant.

Your immediate instinct is to bring this up with Kylo, but you know that you can't without giving away everything. Your chest tightens.

"I should go. He's looking for you," Luke says.

"When will I see you again?"

"Soon." He smiles, softly. "Soon."

Luke is gone before you know it, and with it the protective bubble. Kylo descends upon you almost immediately, grabbing you by the shoulders and inspecting you. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you say, although you feel far from it.

However, you've recently excelled in experiencing mental whiplash and then having to act normal, so you hopefully collect yourself in a convincing manner. "I'm sorry, I must've gotten away from you."

"I...I lost connection with you, for a moment. Through our bond." He frowns. "I thought the worst."

"And what would that be?"

Kylo doesn't answer you. His gaze sweeps the alley — once, twice — before landing back on you. "Was someone here?"

"No," you tell him, suddenly nervous. "No one."

"Who were you talking to?"

You insist, "No one, Kylo, I swear. I just got lost."

He doesn't believe you.

But he doesn't press again, so you launch yourself back into the market. The same magic as before is missing, misplaced somewhere between meeting Luke and Kylo finding you; it seems fitting, your perfect day couldn't last forever, anyways. By the time you make it back to the estate, you're tired from putting up a facade after seeing Luke's memory, and knowing that you need to infiltrate Kylo's mind.

After a quick bath, you return to your shared bedroom to find Kylo sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows are on his knees, and he's staring at his interlaced hands.

You approach him, sidestepping the ridiculous amount of things you bought at the market today, now stacked unceremoniously, and gently easing him back so that you can squeeze between his legs. But it's not close enough, so you crawl onto his lap, desperate suddenly to be as near to him as possible. He's still reticent, but his hands rest on your waist and you know that things are okay.

"Thank you," you tell him. "For today."

He nods. Blinks. "Of course."

You bring your lips to his, lightly. He kisses you back just as gently, but it's not long before he deepens it, coaxing open your mouth so that he can slip his tongue inside. He bites at your bottom lip until the copper taste of blood floods your mouth, and he assuages the pain with a swipe of his expert tongue.

His hips grind against yours, your center so readily available to him in your simple bathrobe.

It's easy to get lost in him — to throw yourself with wild abandon into this impossibly paradoxical man and forget everything but him. But, deep down, you have trouble enjoying this, his hands roaming your freshly washed skin, the trail of his kisses down your throat. You have trouble because you know that you initiated this kiss just to betray him.

His walls are down. He's not on the defense, not when you're like this. It pains you that at least in these moments he trusts you, and you're going to break it.

Through the bond, you can feel the intensity of his desire and his emotions. Just like you hoped, the heightened sensation is easy to connect with, and soon you find yourself transported back into the room from before, the one where Kylo had flogged himself. You flinch at the recollection.

Kylo isn't there, not mentally. He's with you, still kissing you.

You want to do this fast. You don't know what to expect, but you don't want to find out what happens if Kylo catches you.

Dark waves lap beneath the platform, nearly masking your footsteps. At the end of the platform is the flog. Pain spirals through you as you remember how it glistened with blood, his blood. Kylo's. It makes your stomach churn.

You stand a few feet from it, not wanting to get close. There's nothing obviously wrong here, at least not like when your father hugged you.

How were you supposed to do this?

Looking down at the flog, you make the decision to pick it up. It hums with a powerful energy. You turn it this way and that, and then, on a whim, toss it into the water.

A moment later it reappears at your feet.

"Too easy," you mutter.

You're convinced that you must destroy it. Kylo can not hurt himself with it again if it's gone, and it's the only thing that you can tangibly destroy. It has to be why it's pulsating dangerously — this is the dark magic manifesting in his subconscious. You concentrate on the weapon.

In your own subconscious, you attached to the dark magic until it quite literally imploded.

Gripping the flog in both hands, you focus all of your attention onto it. You imagine gathering the dark magic in your hands like a liquidy substance and expunging it. The flog, the dark magic, refuses to part — rallying back against your efforts. Your back molars grit together as you channel your magic into it, summoning every bit of your strength to battle against it.

A white light appears in your vision, power building, a scream beginning softly in your throat and then crescendoing; the flog shatters, pieces of it flying away in dusty remnants.

You collapse to the ground.

The residual shards of dark magic fade from your hands as if washing away ink.

Before your eyes, the room shifts.

It's no longer darkened, a singular space. There's still the pier-type platform, and still the water, but you can faintly make out the shapes of trees in the distance. Of land. The water lightens as you make your way back down the platform, and the success of your effort is nearly enough to make you want to start dancing.

However, your celebration is short lived as your sucked back into the present.

Your lips are swollen, breath raggedly escaping your chest. Kylo pulls away slightly. He's breathing heavy, too, but looking at you as if something catastrophic just occurred.

"What?" You ask, flattening your hands on his chest. "What's wrong?"

Kylo swallows. Fear flutters in his face before disappearing behind a mask of composure. "Nothing. Nothing. I just...I felt..." he trails off without further explanation.

Panic hitches in your throat — did he suspect something?

And, because you've evidently become some master seductress, using sex as a way to carry out your mission, you distract him with another kiss. This time you compact all of your emotions from the day into it: your delight from the lake and the market, your unwavering devotion to him, the sympathy you have for the memory that Luke showed you in the alley.

And he kisses you back just as fiercely.

It breaks your heart, frankly. But you know that in order to save him, you must betray him first.

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Potential (A General Hux x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated M)

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Chapter Twelve

“And she’s so powerful Master, perhaps even more than the scavenger. She’s completely untrained but I could help hone her skills. It’s just so strange to me that I wasn’t able to sense it.” Kylo finishes, breathing heavily in his excitement.

While the most important part was that you had this new power to learn and wield, Kylo was also secretly pleased that he would no longer be alone. The Force was a very isolating thing, especially for those more in tune with the Dark Side. Knowing there was someone else who could understand his feelings and struggles was comforting. Plus, it would be fun to mess around with Hux.

“Of course you weren’t able to sense it boy, I didn’t want you to.” Snoke says, interrupting his daydreams. Silence fills the chamber and it echoes.

“You knew? The whole time? Why didn’t you say anything? Is that what you spoke to her about that night?” Kylo asks, growing more and more angry. Snoke just watches with mild bemusement, like Kylo is a small child getting mad that his parent lied about having sweets.

“We could’ve been helping her this whole time! She got hurt, Supreme Leader, she was in agony! We could’ve stopped that and stopped Pryde. She could’ve died and then Palpatine would be back!” Kylo shouted at his Master, feeling the slow, slimy crawl of darkness fill him up.

“Oh come now boy, do you really think Pryde’s pathetic plan would have worked? It was flawed from the start and lacking in past proven success. While the Light Side allows those who’ve passed to communicate with others still living, the Dark Side, especially that of a Sith, deals in absolutes. Death is death. He let his desire for power blind him to common sense.”

“Then why did we not stop him earlier and prevent the waste of time and resources? Why Master? Why put us through this?” He responds looking up at Snoke. Since the attack on Exegol, the Supreme Leader had made a visit to the Finalizer. Normally he has guards around him at all times, imposing figures dressed in all red. But he is alone, alone with Kylo.

Despite being old and sallow, he intimidated Kylo. He felt cowed in his presence, like an animal trying to hide in the corner of a cage. Clearly his Master knew more than he let on and deemed Kylo unworthy of the information.

“Because I needed to know where your loyalties lie!” Snoke roared, standing up from his throne. His student recoiled back.

“I am loyal to you Master, you know this! Ever since I was a child when you called to me. Why would I betray you? Your goals are my goals and I seek to serve you and learn from you. I wish to make you proud.” Kylo pleaded.

“Do you think I am blind Master Ren, or perhaps that I am merely stupid? Do you think I didn’t see the way you trailed after that insipid girl like a lost dog? Did you think that I was unaware of the relationship that started with the General? I’ve known the whole time and your behavior has been an embarrassment.” Snoke sneered, returning to his seat. He fumed for a moment, his already thin lips pulling tighter in fury.

“I am aware of General Hux’s desires for power and glory and before I found them easily managed. But now, his wife, like all vile women I’ve come to know, has poisoned his mind. She inflates his ego and aids his progress in a way that concerns me. She may bat her eyes and act innocent but she is vicious. Her goals far outweigh the General’s and I have no doubt that should he prove useless, she will get rid of him. Did you think yourself so special that she would treat you differently?” He continues, drumming his long, skeletal fingers on the arm of his chair.

“… What?” Kylo whispers into the still air of the chamber. One would think they were all frozen statues with how little they moved. No breeze ruffled their robes. No speck of dust floated through the air. The large chamber, despite being practically empty, felt like a vacuum.

A look of pity crossed Snoke’s face before morphing into a twisted attempt at glee. Not because he was trying to be kind and spare Kylo’s feelings, but more because such a pleasant expression had never graced his sunken face before.

“I don’t believe it. I thought you were smarter than that. Did you really think they liked you? That she meant all the things she’s been whispering in your ear? She chose you from the start to be a pawn in her game and your fate will probably go the way of all the other people she’s killed.”

Kylo made an odd choking noise he’d never heard himself make before.

“Are you truly that braindead? Did you think those deaths were all coincidences? She might have painted a pretty picture for the unwashed masses but I thought I’d trained you better than that. She wants to usurp me and our Brotherhood. She wants to dismantle the First Order and take everyone down with it.”

“You’re wr-wrong.” Kylo stammered out, his face red with shame. The hot slide of the Force turned to ice in his veins. Snoke scoffed.

“She doesn’t love you Kylo. Neither of them do. They are monsters, incapable of love. And you are too. I allowed this indiscretion to go on for a time, seeing how the passion made you stronger in your fighting. But now it’s gone too far. Love is for children and imbeciles! They are using you! They laugh at you when you leave them, thinking they’ve deceived you. They think they’ve deceived me!” He shouted, once again stepping off his platform and down towards Kylo.

Kylo’s vision was clouding, and Snoke’s words echoed in his ears. He started to look back on every interaction, examining them in a new light. He went over every kiss, every touch, every look for something sinister. Was it true? Was he that weak to jump at the chance of affection, even at his own risk?

The room felt like it was getting smaller, squeezing in on him. Snoke started to poke at his thoughts, paint them red and reveal the truth. The pain was immense and brought Kylo back to his childhood, crying under his bed after a scolding from his mother. Snoke had been there too, showing him the truth of his mother’s feelings. He showed him her disdain and her regrets. He showed him all the secret thoughts she had about her son. All through his life, Snoke had been there, molding him into the fierce warrior he was now.

And Kylo had failed.

The shame brought him to his knees. He had allowed himself to be lied to and manipulated. He had allowed simple pleasures of the flesh to override his devotion to the Force. Once again, he had tried to please his Master, bring more over to the Dark Side, and he had crashed and burned.

As humiliating as it was, he could move on from the scavenger. The Force was strong within her, but the Resistance had gotten to her first. She would be a worthy opponent.

But this, this cut him deep. This was no longer an issue of his pride or his teachings. This involved his heart. His distraction had nearly cost him his life.

Snoke approached him, the gold fabric of his robe coming into view. A cold hand rested gently on Kylo’s head.

“Your behavior has been disgraceful but not unexpected. You always did have a hard time removing your feelings from the situation. That’s why I’m here. To help you when you falter in your duties. She has used you and now must be stopped. You’ve been ignoring your work long enough. You must return to your mission and find Luke Skywalker.” Snoke said, his voice quiet and calm. Kylo sniffed and stared at the floor.

Then the hand petting his head stopped, and though Snoke removed his grip, Kylo still felt his head wrenched up. Kylo was eye to eye with his Master and as much as he wanted to look away, he could not move.

“You know what to do Kylo Ren, you know how to stop this. You can never complete your training if you allow others to manipulate you. Use the Force and follow your path. Show your loyalty and kill those who stand in your way.” Snoke declared, loosening his phantom grip and letting Kylo fall to the floor like a doll.

The edge of his lightsaber cut into his hip and his hand twitched. He had to speak with you.

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When Kylo had left two hours ago, he had sat you down in front of a candle and told you to meditate. You’d focused your breathing like he’d shown you and kept the candle in sight. Kylo had said that meditation would not only help you understand and communicate with the Force but it would also help lessen the pain and lower the volume.

You were both surprised and not to find that he was right. It wasn’t that you thought Kylo was lying about his skills or knowledge, but you were worried that they wouldn’t work for you. No one had realized you were strong with the Force so who’s to say the training would even work? But it was.

The headache you’d had since you woke up in the medbay was receding every day, more so on days you meditated or practiced simple drills. When Kylo made you close your eyes and predict where a levitating ball was -or on one occasion, where he was going to kiss next- you felt proud.

In those moments you understood and liked the Force. Hux was… well he wasn’t pleased exactly. But he let you and Kylo continue on and didn’t make a fuss. It was clear that he still regarded the Force with some skepticism but seeing the fundamentals being taught helped change his mind a little. The two people he cared most for in the galaxy were Force users, so he might as well just accept it.

So there you sat, legs crossed and breathing slow. The Force lay in front of you like a map, glowing lines intersecting and flowing over each other. There was a line connecting you and Hux, another going from you to outside the room towards Kylo probably, even one connecting Millie to you. And along each line, like the faintest glimmer, was the future. Or the possible future.

You saw worlds collapsing and expanding, empires rising and falling. Your own self seemed so minuscule in the will of the Force. The universe would continue on it’s path, only allowing you choices when it saw fit.

But there was a beauty in that, a release of responsibility. The Force didn’t care about you, it just connected you to others in the universe. So you would not care about it, you would continue as you were and only take nudges when they fit your vision. Still, getting to read people’s minds certainly wouldn’t hurt.

You released your breath and the candle went out, flooding your bedroom into darkness. That was enough introspection for a day. You changed out of your simple pants and shirt into the outfit you were planning on wearing for the evening. You and Hux were meeting a few officers for dinner and you wanted to show off your new dress. The dress was a gorgeous piece; black leather with enticing see through mesh and colorful floral embroidery.

Glancing at the chronometer, you entered the living room, Millie resting peacefully on the couch while your darling finished his work. You needed to remind him of the time, so he could get ready as well. You still had to put your shoes on, but you would have your darling husband do that. The play at subjugation was always a fun little appetizer for the two of you.

Everything was quiet and easy and your brain relaxed as you waited.

It was into this calmness that Kylo burst in, his robes swirling around him like a storm. You didn’t need to sense his energy crackling around him to tell you he was in a mood. He looked furious and heartbroken and confused all at the same time. You and Hux both remained where you were in shock; him at his desk, you by the couch.

“Kylo, is everything alright?” Hux asked, setting aside his datapad. Kylo didn’t reply and instead removed his outer robe, letting it drop to the floor. His dark gaze bounced around the room, catching on random things and never staying for long. He looked at Hux for a long moment, your husband standing from his chair to perhaps embrace Kylo. But the expression on Kylo’s face made him falter.

Then he looked at you.

The sweet smile you greeted him with slid off your face as you felt yourself lift off the ground. You were being pulled up by your neck, the pressure getting tighter and tighter with each inch you rose.

“Kylo, what’s going on?! What are you doing? Put her down! Stop!” Hux yelled, racing over to Kylo to get him to stop. He pushed at the other man’s body, tried to pull his arm down where it extended in a claw towards you. But Kylo may as well have been a mountain for all that he moved.

Your feet were dangling, toes no longer anywhere near the floor, and your hands in their leather gloves scrabbled at your neck. You could feel Kylo’s grip, clear as any other time he had so lovingly touched your neck. But your fingers scratched at air, your throat convulsing by invisible means.

Tears rolled down your reddening face as you choked out Kylo’s name, begging him to stop. Hux ran to you, hands fluttering with uselessness.

“Kylo stop, please! I don’t understand! Why are you doing this?” He cried, turning pale.

“You lied to me! You were always lying to me! You’ve been using me! You don’t love me, you never have! The Supreme Leader showed me the truth. You used me and as soon as I would’ve stopped helping you, you would’ve killed me. Killed me like all the others!” Kylo shouted, ignoring Hux entirely.

Your eyes, which had been pleading only moments before, turned hard and steely at the accusation. Seeing the change, and perhaps thinking it a confirmation, Kylo released you.

You dropped into your husband’s arms, gasping and coughing. Hux grabbed a cup of water from the little decanter you kept on the table in front of the couch, pouring you a drink.

“What the kriff are you talking about? We haven’t been lying! Of course we care about you!” Hux told him, his eyes blazing with rage. Yes, he did care about Kylo, but not enough to instantly forgive for almost killing you!

Just like that, an argument started, both men screaming in each other’s faces. Screaming about lies and loyalties and love and betrayal and plans and secrets. Kylo was revealing your plan step by step while Hux, bless him, was justifying it on every turn while attempting to place all the blame on himself. Poor Millie had run towards your bedroom, tail tucked between her legs.

“Enough.”

The word struck like a bell, silencing both men. During their flight you had regained your senses,

standing gracefully in front of the transparisteel window. Your voluminous gown stood out against the navy of space and you touched once at your throat to center yourself.

“You’re right. That is my plan. I did kill all those people. I’m going to remove Hux’s superiors to place him in a position of authority. A role where no one is above him or controls him. I am going to make him Emperor. That’s all true.” You admit slowly, voice scratchy from the abuse. But it does not waver, even in the face of Kylo’s rage.

Hux lets out a sigh and sinks into one of the armchairs, his hand coming up to rub across his chin. His eyes switch between you and Kylo, worry creasing underneath.

“So you would kill me too? Strike me down if I was in your way?” Kylo sneers.

“Yes. But not anymore. My plans have altered slightly.” You admit with a shrug. Ever since Hux’s accident you’ve allowed yourself some flexibility. While you do want to stick to your goals, now you’ve discovered that some people are more important.

“That doesn’t matter! You still lied to me! You still brought me here to control me and use me! You never cared for me, never lo-loved me!” He shouts, pointing a finger at you.

“Oh grow up Kylo! That’s what love is! Being in love means being used, being controlled. I use Hux, he uses me! Did you think I married him merely for his looks? No, I knew his connections and position in the First Order would suit my goals. He did the same. Sure, I’m a beautiful woman with a sparkling personality but I also had family wealth and connections to Imperial planets. We chose each other for specific reasons and love followed. So to act annoyed because I picked you out first and then came to adore you is childish.”

“It’s true, we weren’t honest about our intentions at first, but is that so awful? You’re part of us now. Would you have come to us had you known the truth? Would you be happier without us? Have we ever treated you poorly, made you feel used?” Hux asked, his voice a calm break between the two of you starting to shout. Kylo started like he forgot Hux was there.

“And furthermore, how did we use you? What did we make you do? What did we ask of you? We kept you away from our plans on purpose. We didn’t want you getting involved.” He adds, a tone of sweetness entering his voice. It’s one that rarely appears but it seems to do the job of soothing Kylo slightly.

“I, I don’t understand. What was your plan for me? You say you chose me but for what? To warm your bed and nothing else? If that were true then why did Snoke confront you? Why involve me and not tell me the truth?” Kylo begs, stepping closer to you, reaching both hands into his hair to pull in frustration.

“Because you need to kill Snoke.”

The air in the room stills as your words land like bombs. Hux sucks in a nervous breath and Kylo drops his hands.

“You would have me kill my Master? Kill the Supreme Leader?” He whispers, as if afraid of saying the words too loud and making them real.

“Hux cannot be Emperor if Snoke rules over him. The Supreme Leader is old and weak and doesn’t care about the actual people he’s ruling over. All he cares about is the Force and eradicating the Jedi.” You reply, the cold expanse of space behind you.

“That is an important and noble cause!”

“Like hell it is! What does it matter if Skywalker still lives? He’s off on some rock somewhere being a recluse! It wasn’t until you started looking for him, on Snoke’s orders, that he became a problem. Snoke told you to try and convert the scavenger to the Dark Side and you failed and now she’s with the Resistance! She’s probably getting trained by Skywalker himself. You did this to yourself! Snoke’s foolhardy desire to get rid of the perceived threat of the Jedi caused the most powerful one to come out of retirement! He’s an idiot and so are you!” You shout, holding up your hand when Kylo tries to interrupt. You take a long sip of your water.

“For years Snoke has sent you on wild hawk-bat chases, going after old men and ghosts. He has diverted money and resources away from the First Order to complete his unnecessary missions. The skills of the Knights of Ren are legendary and he has been wasting them! He is not only wasting your time but your talent! I am only a beginner in the ways of the Force, I admit that, but even I can see that your mind reading skills and athletics are better suited for covert missions and interrogation. Instead you’re off playing hide and seek with people who do not wish to be found.”

“And why? Why Kylo? Why does he send you? Send your knights? If Snoke is so powerful, so wise, why doesn’t he do it? Because to be honest my love, had you failed me as much as you failed him, I wouldn’t keep giving you things to do. He’s distracting you, keeping you busy. He’s occupying your time so you never realize the truth. He gives you impossible tasks and berates you when you falter, pulling at your leash like a feral Neks when you try to do something by yourself. If anyone is using you, it is him, not me.”

Kylo sputters and laughs in a short, disbelieving way. He steps closer to you once more, forcing you to back up against the window, the cool glass making you hiss. Hux stands up from his chair but does not move further, knowing he is out of his depth between you and Kylo.

“If you’re so wise, so all knowing in the Force, ten steps ahead of everyone, then tell me: what is he distracting me from?” His voice is smooth like silk, gliding over your face and neck as he approaches you.

There is something predatory in his eyes, assessing and bright. You do not cower from him though your heart is pounding fast. You wonder if the sound is escaping your chambers, it seems so loud.

“From your true power. From the natural conclusion of your training. From questioning him. You are the Master of the Knights of Ren, and yet where is your authority? What choices are you allowed to oversee?” You explain, raising your hand slowly to rest against Kylo’s chest. Your fingers flex against the hard leather of his tunic.

“I run missions and lead battles all the time. I have plenty of control over myself and my Knights. You know nothing of the work I do for the Supreme Leader. You know nothing of the Dark Side!” He spits back, his eyes searching your face.

“I know more than you realize. You think I’d go into this blind, just doing whatever you tell me? If I’m going to have to deal with the Force, I’m going to learn about it all. True, I haven’t gotten through all of it and I doubt I ever will, but I know about the Light and Dark Sides of the Force. And yet… and yet you are neither.”

You catch your husband’s eye and beckon him forward with your other hand, below Kylo’s waist. He slopes up gracefully hovering near Kylo’s back but not touching.

“Why did Snoke teach you the ways of the Force, grab you away from your childhood and bring you into the Dark Side, and then not allow you to reach your fullest potential? Why refuse the moniker of Sith when that’s so clearly what he is?” You say, dropping your voice down into the register you use in the bedroom. Your hand slides up Kylo’s chest to his neck, playing with the tiny wisps of hair at his nape. Hux joins you, wrapping an arm around Kylo’s waist from behind and bringing the other up to replace yours on his chest. Kylo’s eyes have gone a little hazy, confused in how he got into this position but sinking deeply into serenity. He’s certainly not mad anymore and you’d take it.

“The Dark Side of the Force is rigid and hard to maintain. He wanted more flexibility for himself… and for us.” Kylo murmurs as Hux reaches below his belt and heavy tunic to caress at Kylo’s stomach underneath.

“But he won’t offer you the same flexibility. Why, when you have difficulty with a style or lesson does he not adapt and change? Give you the same kindness he extends to himself.”

A spark of comprehension lights in Kylo’s eyes. Seizing the moment, you quickly grip Kylo’s hair and pull his head back, Hux pushing at his back and legs to get him down on the floor between you. He kneels before you, neck straining from your pull, eyes once again furious. You smile at him, and it is wicked.

“Because the final act of a Sith is to kill their Master.”

Kylo wrenches away from you, a few of his dark hairs still trapped in your fist. He grabs his helmet and cowl by the door.

“You are wrong! My Master is wise in all things and has plans I can’t even conceive of. He has plans for me, he wants to help me. He has been raising me to my true potential since I was a child! I will not kill him!” He shouts and you fear momentarily for anyone passing by. The chambers are mostly sound proof but Kylo has a loud, commanding voice. You raise your voice right back.

“He has been manipulating you since you were a child! He has been hurting you since you were a child! Had you proven a bad student, he would’ve found another. He has never cared for you! If he did, he would’ve left you alone.” You shoot back, surprised to find wetness growing in your vision. Doesn’t he see what he means to you? How you’ve grown and changed?

“Kylo please, I love you so much. We love you and want you with us. We want to save the Galaxy, make it better. We need your help. We need your knowledge and skill and leadership over your knights. When I make Hux Emperor, you shall have freedom to do as you please. You can do whatever you want for us, with us. Snoke would never let you go! That’s why you must kill him. You need to take your rightful place, just like Hux will. It’s what I always wanted for you.” You add, trailing off quietly towards the end. The tears are really falling now and Hux comes to your side, reaching for your hand.

“At the end of the day, it’s your decision Kylo. But someone is going to die when this ends. It’s your choice who.” Your husband says, his voice clear and his words final.

With that, Kylo gives you one last glare and storms out of your apartment. The door closes quietly behind him. You and Hux remain standing, tears streaming down your face, and hope that you didn’t just ruin everything.

You almost cancel your dinner plans but decide against it. Kylo needs time and you might as well eat a good meal before your death. It’s agony, trying to make friendly conversation while a pendulum hangs over your head, but you are the perfect hostess which means being the perfect guest. You are witty and charming, laughing at jokes and gazing lovingly at your husband. He remains mostly quiet and pleasant, leaving the communication mostly to you.

After a long dinner, you are finally free of company and return to your apartments. Millie has been fed and you both collapse on the couch. Hux pours you both a glass of whiskey and you sip next to each other, dread returning. Kylo doesn’t return after one glass or the next.

Eventually, you go to bed. Neither of you talk much, lying next to each other under the blankets. Hux reaches across the expanse and holds your hand. It makes your heart soar with affection and you kiss him sweetly. Declarations of love get whispered between you and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

You’re only a few hours into the sleep cycle when the front door opens with a beep. As if waiting for a signal, you and Hux spring out of bed. You trail behind Hux as he enters the sitting room, your simple blue nightgown fluttering around you.

Kylo is there, helmet off, lightsaber engaged, and breathing heavily. He stalks towards you and for a moment your head is empty. You are going to die and the realization freezes you in your tracks.

Then he disengages his lightsaber and lets it drop onto the floor with a clang. He extends his arm, previously behind his back, and drops Snoke’s mangled head on the carpet. He looks exhausted, skin pale and drawn. There is blood on his face by his temple.

Then he falls to the floor as well, both of you reaching forward at the last second to catch him. Blood stains your hands where they press against his chest. Hux quickly removes Kylo’s uniform, inhaling sharply at the sight of blood and gore on his chest. There was a battle clearly and Hux whistles for Messy. The mouse droid zooms over and Hux makes a request for medical supplies. You have some in your chambers but Kylo will probably need more than your paltry supply. He needs to go to the medbay, something Hux keeps saying but Kylo shakes his head.

“I did it, it’s done. Snoke is dead. The Knights have pledged to me and only me. I’m free.” Kylo breathes out, voice scratchy. Hux looks at you in shock. You had hoped that Kylo would choose you, would follow your plan, and now he had.

Snoke was dead. There was nothing standing in your way. Kylo could pronounce The Supreme Leader dead in the morning and Hux could be crowned by the afternoon. It was done, you were finished.

“Kylo, you miraculous boy!” Hux croons, pushing away his sweaty hair and kissing his temple.

While your husband worked on treating Kylo’s wounds, labored breaths and hisses of pain accompanied by soothing nonsense, you sat on the floor in a heap.

All the lying and killing and deceiving could end. You had won. Your plan had worked. Hux was going to be Emperor! Hux… was going to be Emperor…

Kylo’s lightsaber rested by your knee, easily reachable. Snoke’s head lay nearby, his face in a frozen state of shock, eyes gone dim. The men were busy, occupied with other things but within your range. Your hands rested on your lap covered in blood, possibly Snoke’s, maybe Kylo’s.

Your heartbeat slowed like it always did when you were facing a momentous decision. Your eyes swung back and forth between the lightsaber, the head, and your hands. The voices behind you faded to white noise.

The Force gave you a vision. Paths lighting up and expanding out from your hands.

You had won, your hard work had paid off. All your obstacles were gone. You could have everything you wanted. And more… You could have more. The weapon was in reach and by the time they realized what you were doing, they’d be dead. This was your plan, your idea! They had done their part and you didn’t need them anymore.

But you, you could do more. You could rise higher than thought possible, bringing the Galaxy to it’s knees. They were only men; easily distracted and disposed of. You could kill them now and have it all.

The First Order would obey you, Phasma’s troops falling in line at your show of cunning. The Knights would respect you, ruthlessly taking the opportunity. Men were weak and you were strong. You were better than them, better than everyone! You could be Empress of all, ruling for centuries!

All you had to do was pick up the lightsaber and cut their throats. All you had to do was kill them. It would be easy, they’d barely feel a thing. You could do it without breaking a sweat. You could spin a story to make yourself look good, give yourself deniability. You could become a God, rule the First Order and then the Galaxy!

You could kill them. You could kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!

KILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLTHEMKILLTHEMKILLKILLKILL

You screamed then, air rushing into your lungs as you fell forward into your lap, bloody hands pushed outward.

“I can’t do it, I won’t do it! Don’t make me, I don’t want to! Get this off me! Get it off! Please, I don’t want to. I love you, I could never, I don’t want to.” You cry out, Hux coming to you and pulling you gently into a more comfortable position against his chest. Kylo, now mostly stable, takes your hands and removes the blood. He is gentle and soft. He knows what you were thinking.

“Together, together or not at all.” Kylo whispers, placing a reverent kiss on your clean palms. You sniffle and give a shaky smile. The vision fades away, just an idea that passes along.

“You have done so much and done it well, now we can relax and take our place in history. Relax my dear, rest now. It’s done.” Hux says into your ear and you nod, feeling yourself slump further into his embrace.

“It’s done.” You murmur back, repeating the phrase a few times, testing the weight on your tongue. It tastes delicious.

A laugh bubbles up in your chest then, loud and obnoxious. You can’t stop it and it escapes, echoing in the room and startling the men. A beat and then they follow, laughing along with you.

The laughter grows for a moment, a Stormtrooper passing by on patrol hearing it but paying it no mind.

Then it dissipates and the energy in the room settles. Hux lifts you in his arms and carries you back to bed, Kylo trailing behind, fist gently tugging on your nightgown.

You settle into sleep, your husband on one side and your lover on the other, and you drift away into peaceful nothingness. A smile is on your face.

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The Empress, Part X

A/n: Here's a May the 4th gift for y'all. Thanks for your patience in this last chapter and support for this series. This series is what brought me to writing fanfic in the first place and I can't believe where it's taken me since. I'm so grateful for everyone reading and enjoying what I have to write. Without further ado, I present the last chapter in The Empress series, I hope you enjoy.

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 10,700

Chapters: 10/10

Chapter Summary: Kylo and Y/n attend the Emporer's Ball where they introduce themselves as a couple. What will happen when the empire learns of The Supreme Leader and his soon to be Empress?

Story Summary: As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: angst, swearing, romance, kissing, making out, fluff, implied sex

“Is it too late to back out now?” I lock my eyes with him through the mirror.

“Technically, no.”

I look over my shoulder to Kylo. I gasp when the lady’s maid tightens the final strings to the corset of my dress. I turn my attention back to my reflection. Waves of bright crimson fabric, chosen by Kylo, consume my gaze. When I look at my face, I hardly recognize myself. Instead of my usual slicked backed uniform bun or light makeup, my hair is done in thickly coiled waves and glamorous makeup sculpted to perfection. My ears and neck are adorned with glittering diamonds.

“You look beautiful, my love,” Kylo murmurs from behind and heat rises to my cheeks. He wraps his arms around my waist and lightly presses a kiss to my ear before whispering, “It’s time.”

I take a deep breath, feeling the air as it fills my lungs. I turn around and feel the dense yards of fabric in my skirt swoosh with the movement.

I reach out and take his hands in mine. We look at our hands then into each other's eyes.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so.” I nod

“You have nothing to fear.”

“Easy for you to say.” I roll my eyes.

“Y/n,” he scolds.

“I know. I know… I want to be positive, but the anticipation of how people will react to us is killing me.”

“I anticipate that the news will rile everyone up a bit at first, but with time, they will see what I see: a beautiful and magnificent woman who will be a stellar empress.”

I smile and look down bashfully. I don’t think Kylo knows the effects his words have on me. Even though they are simple words that can easily be overlooked if his actions do not correspond with them, he often speaks truthfully. And with every word he speaks, it feeds my spirit and caresses my soul.

“Whatever happens Kylo, please know that I truly do love you with all my heart and soul.”

“Y/n, we are not marching off to our deaths,” he teases.

“You may not be, for this is the path that has been paved before you. But for me, this is a moment in which I am forging a new path… You must know how treacherous that is.”

He nods with empathy and squeezes my hands. He brings them up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to each.

“I love you to the ends of the universe,” he replies and my heart flutters.

“Why do people say I love you to the moon and back. The moon isn’t even that far. It’s actually the closest thing to us in our solar system so it’s actually like saying I love you to the end of the hall and back. Really people should be saying I love you to the ends of the galaxy and back because that’s much bigger.”

“But there are millions of galaxies in this universe. Would that not too constitute a lackluster definition of expansive love.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Then perhaps to the ends of the universe and back. The universe is infinite and even then constantly expanding, so it would be much more poetic to say your love is infinite and ever increasing like the bounds of the universe.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips and pulls away.

“I cannot promise you that this will be easy, but I can promise you that you will not be alone,” he assures and I know he’s not just talking about himself.

“Balia, Karmir, I have something really important to tell you guys. It’s possibly the biggest news I could ever have to tell you, but I hope it doesn’t change the way you guys see me at all.”

“You’re pregnant,” Balia gasps.

“No, I’m not pregnant.”

“But you and Kylo finally did it right,” Karmir squeals.

“Well, okay yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about right now.”

“Ooh!” Balia and Karmir sequel in unison.

“How was it?”

“Tell us everything!”

“Well, I’m-I mean it was… It was really really good,” I blush and they squeal. “Like, I was definitely seeing stars.” I smile bashfully, secretly giddy over my friends’ reaction.

“But seriously that is not what I wanted to tell you guys. I meant to tell you that… that Kylo asked me to marry him.”

“And what did you say?”

“Please tell me you said yes!”

I said yes,” I squeal and raise my left hand. My friends shriek and we all wave our hands back and forth.

“Y/n congratulations!”

“We’re so happy for you!”

“But that’s not all. I said yes which means we’re going to get married but it also means… I’m going to become the Empress… The Empress of the First Order.”

“What? That’s incredible!”

“Holy shit, the royal pain in our butt is finally getting the crown she deserves!”

“Seriously Y/n, we’re so happy for you. You’re going to be the best empress ever” Balia says and we all lean in for a group hug.

He’s right. I’m not alone. No matter what happens, as long as I have him and I have my friends, I have all I need.

Kylo outstretches his arm and offers his hand to me. I link my arm with his and smile up at him with confidence. He returns an equally elated smile.

As he leads me out into the corridor and we make our way to the main entrance, I think about all the moments that have led me to this one. All the soldiers and missions and memories splay out one by one. It’s weird how far away those moments seem now. And even now, as I stand here clothed in the finest fabrics and jewels of the galaxy, it almost feels like a dream.

“You ready,” he asks.

We’ve reached the top of the grand staircase. Most soldiers enter the emperor's ball through the various other entry points but entering through the grand staircase is a ceremony reserved for the highest ranking officials: the generals and Supreme Leader.

The Supreme Leader's entrance is last but definitely not least. Especially when, for the first time, Kylo is accompanied by a special guest.

Our position at the top of the staircase is visually blocked by the ceiling of the floor beneath us.

As I stand, hand in hand with my soon to be husband, I imagine what the crowd must look like below. If I wasn’t so anxious, I would laugh at how absurd the notion is. I can't see them and they can't see us. We are both left in gripling anticipation.

“You know, you could still back out if you wanted to,” Kylo says in simultaneous jest and earnestness while squeezing my hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that the First Order announces the arrival of the Supreme Leader of the First Order, Kylo Ren, and his guest of honor.”

“Too late,” I whisper, “Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He snickers.

“Attending with Sir Ren is his fiancee, soon to be Empress of the First Order,” gasps fills my ears, “and former vice admiral of the First Order’s Armed Forces…” at this part the announcer pauses and a wave of silence crashes across the room.

Kylo takes his first step forward and I follow suit. In an almost slow motion, the announcer says my name, “Y/n Y/l/n.”

I would remain frozen if it weren’t for Kylo’s grip on my hand leading me down the stairs.

As we slowly, almost painstakingly, descend down the steps, the vision of the crowd comes into view. It is customary that when the Supreme Leader is presented that the audience responds with applause, but tonight is different.

At the sight of me, hand in hand with Kylo, members of the crowd gasp or are too in shock to do or say anything. I scan the crowd, trying to locate anyone I might know but there are too many people, all the faces become a blur. My face grows hot and I put on a nervous smile and tighten my grip on Kylo's hand.

When we reach the bottom of the steps, we pause for a moment. Kylo remains regally stoic and stares straight ahead, as if ready for battle. I scan the faces directly in front of me, many of which have eyes widened and dropped jaws. I look back up to Kylo again and he smiles down at me and nods approvingly. I smile at the faces before me, some of whom soften their own expressions in response. I continue to smile while subtly fidgeting with the fabric of my dress as Kylo lets his subjects bask in the sight of their new Empress.

After a few moments, we’re escorted to the high ranking officials table: a long rectangular table placed on a stage at the front of the ballroom to allow for the Supreme Leader and his generals to be within view of all attendees.

The room is filled with dozens of round tables, many of which we weave through to get to our designated spot. For years, I used to sit at these tables, but it didn’t hit me till just now that I wouldn’t continue sitting at one tonight, or ever again for that matter. They’re not that comfortable anyway, but they were all I’ve ever known.

Once the Supreme Leader, the generals, their guests, and I have been seated, the rest of the attendees carry on being seated. When realization of the events that have just transpired set in, whispers fill the room and heat floods my body. The people at my table begin conversing, but I don’t pay attention. Instead I try to overhear what the people below are saying, but none of it is discernible.

Once all are seated, the dinner portion of the evening ensues. After the small talk and peasantries subside, all eyes and questions are directed at me. Who am I? Where did I come from? How did I meet Kylo? How do I feel about getting married and becoming empress?

Once our first course arrives, I’m spared by the delicious plate of food. As the courses continue, the meals are lovely and dinner goes by smoothly enough. General Hux and Ameen are present at my table and their familiar faces are enough to put me at ease. Conversation passes easily thanks to Ameen and a few other generals.

I’m meeting them all for the first time, but they’ve all known each other for so long that their chemistry is electric and conversation flies back and forth too quickly to leave me any room to participate. I’m grateful, in a way, to be spared, but it also leaves me with enough awareness to sense the attention on me from other attendees.

Between courses, I glance over at the round tables. Surely Locke and Neela will be in attendance along with the other members of my former unit, but I can't seem to locate them. I’ve left the shore and am now in uncharted waters.

“Are you okay,” Kylo whispers to me while two of the other generals have taken the lead in the table conversation. He places a hand on my thigh and squeezes it. I place my hand under his and interlock our fingers.

“Yep. Just admiring the beautiful decorations,” I say, a half truth, with a squeeze of his hand.

Once the servers begin clearing the tables, the announcer stands at a podium by the table and begins speaking into the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please.” All clicks and clatters of dishware and chattering voices fade to a silence.

“It is customary that we commence the dancing portion of the ball, a tradition in which we introduce our honored members of the First Order military by rank. This year's ball will begin with a special dance between the Supreme Leader and his guest of honor. In subsequent songs, members of subsequent ranks will be allowed to join the floor.”

I look at Kylo with widened eyes and he only closes his own eyes and nods.

“Did you know this was happening?” I hiss at him.

“No.” He responds coolly.

“But they always start with generals! You’ve never had to dance at one of these before.”

“That’s because I never had anyone to dance with at one of these before.”

“For the first dance of the evening, The First Order proudly presents the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, and his guest of honor, Y/n Y/l/n,” the announcer blares into the microphone.

I look at Kylo and he’s already standing. His hand stretches out for me to grab. I turn to look at the crowd. Hundreds of pairs of eyes are on me and I gulp. It’s like I’m not even in my own body anymore and I’m watching from some weird outer perspective.

“Y/n,” Kylo calls out, “C'mon,” he says with a tilt of his head in the direction of the dance floor.

I shakily rise from my seat and grab onto his hand for relief. I grip it tightly as I slowly and robotically follow him onto the dance floor. I can’t shake the feeling of so many people watching me. It feels like my corset is even tighter and my dress is getting perpetually damp under my arms with every step I take.

We stop in the center of the dancefloor and a spotlight shines directly above us. I look at him like a deer in headlights. He places his right hand on my waist and raises his left hand. My body is frozen.

“Put your left hand on my shoulder,” he gently directs. I hesitantly do so and interlock my other hand with his. For a moment, all I can see is him. The light up above illuminates his face so brightly it drowns out everything around us. Despite my current state of disarray, seeing him like this is enough to anchor me in a sea of eyes and anxious thoughts.

Then, the music starts to play, and Kylo gently begins to lead my body along with his. He’s a natural. Our dance is formal yet he glides our moving bodies across the floor like water. In a moment like this, I’d never admit it to him, but it’s nice to have someone else take control.

“This can’t be the same former commander who danced with a stranger in a foreign tavern just to spite me,” he smirks and I glare at him.

“That’s different and you know it. And besides, I wasn’t in a room full of hundreds of people, all of whom I knew and/or needed to impress.”

“Who says you need to impress anybody?”

“Well, look around. I’m going to be their empress soon and I want to be worthy of that title.”

“What makes you think you’re not worthy already?”

“Well…” I stumble, failing to find a reason why.

“Y/n, everything you are is already worthy enough to be empress. There’s nothing you need to prove to anyone here, including me.”

I furrow my brows. He’s right, but why is this surprising to me? In a way, I always felt like I had something to prove and sought to prove myself to others, but I just didn’t think it was so apparent to others just how much I vie for their validation. I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t this way, and even now, I don’t know how else to be.

“It’s just… I don’t take any of this lightly Kylo and I guess it’s important to me that they see that.”

“They will, Y/n, with time. You and I both know you will be the most stellar empress the First Order has ever seen, but that sort of thing doesn’t just happen overnight. To be the kind of leader I know you want to be, it will take some time to build people’s trust, but it doesn’t mean you weren’t worthy at any step along the way. When someone is truly worthy, it is impossible not to see it.”

I nod as I process his words. There’s something else that would take a lot for me to actually admit to him, and it’s that he’s right. And he’s not just right because he knows this, he’s right because he’s lived this.

“Are you okay,” he interrupts my thoughts.

I smile and lower my eyelids as heat rises to my cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking. I guess I ought to thank you for the pep talk, coach.”

“Y/n,” he chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“I’m kidding,” I say and close the gap between us by pressing my cheek to his chest. I close my eyes as we continue to sway to the music. He caresses my hair for a moment until I pull away and look up at him.

“I love you Kylo. Your support means the world to me. In fact, you’ve had such an impact on me that I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you and I don’t even want to''

“I share the exact same sentiment. But I must say, even if I wasn’t the Supreme Leader and I was just Kylo Ren, I would still choose you. You would still be the person that completes me,” he responds and dips his head low enough to press his lips onto mine. It’s a slow full bodied kiss, one that holds me in a trance till the sound of applause breaks me from it.

I break apart from the kiss and look from left to right. I’m grateful Kylo is holding me or else I’m sure my knees would have given out from underneath me. Dozens of people are clapping and few have even risen from their chairs to holler and whistle. I squeal and instantly press my forehead into Kylo’s broad chest to hide the raging blush spreading like wildfire across my neck and cheeks. His body vibrates with laughter and as he strokes my hair, he kisses the top of my head.

“How are you not freaked out by this?” I hiss.

“Well, for one, I guess I’m used to the attention. And two… well, it fills me with pride to have the empire see me embrace the woman I love, who will rule alongside me.” I beam up at him. I look back at the crowd around us and try to imagine how we must look from their perspective. I look back up at him and the unease in the pit of my stomach slowly evaporates and forms a new wave of gratification.

Soon enough, the song fades into a new one and I see Hux and the rest of the generals joining us. As each song passes, the next one gets faster and as more people join the dancefloor things rapidly evolve into a high energy almost mosh pit like mass of dancing attendees. When things get too crowded, Kylo excuses himself for something to drink and I continue to dance with some of the members of my former unit I ran into.

Questions and comments like “Wow, I can’t believe you’re with the Supreme Leader!”, “To be honest, a lot of us didn’t ever think he would find someone to be his empress, but now that he has, we’re really glad it’s you.”, “Just promise us you won’t become scary like the Supreme Leader.”, and “How did that even happen, Y/n?” are thrown at me from every which direction. It surprised me at first, but became exciting getting to explain my relationship with Kylo and all the things I love about him.

“Y/n, I knew it!” I turn around and am greeted by that familiar warm brown skin and dazzling brown eyes.

“Neela,” I exclaim as we hug.

“I totally called you and the Supreme Leader. Everyone thought I was crazy for it, but I know what I saw. The love you two have for each other was undeniable then and it's just as undeniable now.”

“You really did Neela. I’m sorry I couldn’t have told you earlier. Things were still kind of early then and we had a lot of things to figure out before we could put our relationship on full public display you know?”

“Yeah of course, I understand! He’s not just an average guy so you have to be extra careful with every step you take.”

“Yes, that's exactly how it feels! Are you dating the supreme leader too?” I joke and she awkwardly laughs.

“No, but something similar happened to my older sister. She lives in the Seeset galaxy and we come from a common family but she married into royalty on our home planet so traversing that relationship was a big deal and took a toll on the family and the people of our planet for a bit but eventually people got used to it and things settled down and now they’re happier than ever and even expecting their second child soon.”

Woah who said anything about kids just yet.

“Oh wow, yeah that’s a lot like what I’m going through, so far at least. It’s really insightful to hear that so thank you Neela. You know, before any of this stuff happened, I always saw you as the little sister I never had, mainly in a work capacity, but as of late, I feel that in a personal way. You’re really something special and if you ever need anything, you can always count on me.”

“I feel the same way, well except you as an older sister. But thank you, that means so much to me. And if there’s ever anything I can do for you, just say the word. My loyalty is not lost on the soon to be Empress. You know a lot of us were never really rooting for the Supreme Leader, but we were always rooting for you. But your connection with him makes us wonder if maybe we had him figured out all wrong. Or maybe you’re just what The First Order and what the Supreme Leader needed.”

“I-I that’s the most heartwarming thing I’ve heard all night. You have no idea how worried I was about announcing our relationship and how others would receive it. I know it’s shocking, in fact the beginning of our relationship was just me being shocked by everything that happened, but Kylo was the one I fell in love with and is my soulmate and life partner. I never expected it to happen, it just did. But I'm glad that people are warming up to the idea of us.”

“Yeah a lot of people were pretty shocked at first. It was the talk of the dinner, but I think seeing you two together and interacting it's obvious how much you love and complement each other.”

“Wow, thanks, I really needed to hear that.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t stress it too much. You’re going to do really well as Empress. We’re all really excited for you.”

“Thanks Neela. Thanks for everything.” We hug and I hold on for another second, on the brink of tears trying to hold back.

“I have to go to the restroom, but I’m really glad I saw you tonight and that we could have this talk.”

“Of course. I’ll be seeing you around your majesty,” she responds with a bow and my eyes widen. I instantly make a beeline toward the bathroom and miraculously its empty. I take a moment to compose myself and breathe deeply. The adrenaline and anxiety of wondering how people would respond to Kylo and I is wearing off now that I know we’re being received with excitement and hope. But, there’s only one last person to face.

I take a few more breaths and exit the bathroom with purpose. I scan the tables in front of me and don’t recognize any of the faces. I do the same with the dance floor and have no luck. I make my way to the refreshment table and decide to at least take a breather and get something to drink. Before I can even take my first sip, I’m interrupted.

“Y/n, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” Kylo comes up from behind me.

“Hey baby, what’s up,” I ask and take a refreshing sip.

“There’s a few people I want you to meet,” he replies with a devilishly handsome smile.

“Should I be scared,” I tease.

“With me, never. C’mon,” he holds out his arm for me. I interlock my arm and follow his guide.

Turns out, the few people he wanted me to meet weren’t close friends or close professional acquaintances but whole dignitaries and ambassadors from various planets across the First Order. I greet each with incredible humility and reservation, an attempt to prevent me from embarrassing either one of us while Kylo converses with each as though they have been friends for years. His demeanor is confident and radiant and I can’t help but think that if this was the side of Kylo that was the default for First Order soldiers, then people wouldn’t be so afraid of him. I guess it's all an act to save face and appear to be what an authority figure should be like. But if everyone got to see what I’m seeing now, then I think the leadership dynamic of the First Order would be quite different.

This goes on for almost an hour until I’ve shaken hands with about a thousand, realistically twenty, people.

“We hope you enjoy your stay on Starkiller base and appreciate your attendance for tonight's event,” Kylo says to what I’m hoping is the last new person I’ll talk to forever.

“Kylo, I don’t know how you do it. I’m utterly exhausted now.”

“It’s all part of the job I guess,” he charmingly shrugs and places a kiss on my cheek.

“But you did great, my empress,” my heart flutters as he pulls me in for an embrace and kisses the top of my head. “Everyone absolutely adores you.”

“I’m glad I could be of service,” I say with a dry laugh.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to go outside for some fresh air. I’m glad I could meet all those people and I’m even more glad I was able to make a great first impression, but that really took a lot out of me, so I think I’m just gonna go recover my energy for a bit.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, it’s okay. I know there’s some other people you still need to mingle with. I’ll just be out for a little while.”

“Okay, well remember the award ceremony will start soon so be sure to come back in by then.”

“Sure thing,” I say and give him a quick kiss.

I feel him watching me as I walk to the other side of the ballroom and pass through the open door to the outdoor courtyard. The garden has been manicured to perfection and the luscious fragrance of their flowers fills my nostrils. The scent is utterly delicious and intoxicating. I make my way toward a railing that overlooks the stars.

I take a few deep breaths and admire the clusters of stars before me. Their bright light entrances me and I feel hypnotized by their varying shapes, colors, and patterns. This space warms my heart and brings simultaneous feelings of strangeness yet fondness when I realize it is yet another part of the empire I will soon come to reign over.

But, it reminds me of the first date I had with Kylo. I guess our first dinner together could be called a date right? Stars it was so awkward but who knew it would be the beginning of all this, of something so grand and beautiful?

But that night, I remember a moment where I was doing something similar to what I’m doing now, but with Kylo. And I had told him that it was a beautiful empire he ruled over. Little did I know that one day the beautiful empire he ruled over would be a beautiful empire I could rule over too.

“Y/n,” a voice asks from behind me.

I whip my head around and see a pair of blue eyes beneath furrowed eyebrows and a head of golden hair.

“Locke,” I whisper.

“What are you doing out here? Why are you alone?”

“I, um, the ball was getting a bit overwhelming for me so I needed a bit of a breather.”

“Oh,” he replies, his tone indicating that that wasn’t what he was expecting me to say.

He takes a few steps over and joins me at the railing.

“How are you enjoying the ball,” I ask casually, hoping to preserve some semblance of normalcy.

He cocks his head and scowls before wiping the look on his face and replacing it with a subtle discomfort.

“Um, I… it’s definitely different from any of the balls of previous years,” he says, choosing his words carefully. I nod in acknowledgement but am unsure how to respond to the statement.

“Yes, it has been quite different.” I respond and then an awkward silence fills the space between us. Perhaps I should have said something else. But what should I say? How do I acknowledge this without creating any sort of–

“You know when rumor started going around that for the first time in First Order history Kylo Ren would be bringing a guest of honor to the ball, I couldn’t really believe it. I honestly thought it was just petty gossip or someone’s morbid idea of a joke,” he explains in a neutral tone.

“But when Neela brought up the ball and asked if you would be going with anyone and you said you were, I was almost doubly surprised. I didn’t believe it because I thought you were incapable of it like Kylo, but because it seemed out of character. I mean, you hadn’t brought a guest to the ball in a while and you never mentioned anyone in your life that could be significant enough to bring to an event like this. You said you would surprise us, so I just figured it was some new boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever, but not… not this… not him…” he chokes.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. My silence leaves so much left unsaid that Locke continues speaking.

“This was one hell of a surprise Y/n. I guess I can’t say that I didn’t completely see this coming, but I just can’t believe you would hide this from us. Neela and I made comments about the Supreme Leader left and right and you never said anything, and then you suddenly just drop this gigantic bomb on us that not only are you seeing the Supreme Leader but you’re going to marry him and you’re going to become his empress? That’s fucking bullshit,” he raises his voice and throws his arms up. I lean closer against the railing and observe him pace around.

“Now what? You have nothing to say?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were finished,” I say in a much smaller voice than I’d intended. He looks at me with annoyance.

“I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how. And honestly, I was afraid of how you would react. And this,” I move my hand in a circle motion in his direction, “lets me know that I made the right decision in not telling you till now.”

“How did it happen?” He taps his finger to his jaw and looks down with a concentrated facial expression.

“You and Kylo Ren, how did it happen?”

I’m a bit taken aback by his question and the way he worded it.

“It-it just did.”

“No it didn’t y/n and you know it. Things like this don’t just happen.”

I take a deep breath and contemplate my next words. I mean I really don’t owe Locke an explanation but I still feel compelled to. He still means something to me so I think maybe I do owe him that much, but I also owe it to myself to be firm and confident no matter what.

“Okay, maybe it didn’t just happen, but it felt that way. Up until the things with the Planet Korr missions started happening, I never paid much attention to the Supreme Leader outside of duty hours. But one day, he expressed an interest in me and I was curious to find out more about him. And then our work started to bring us closer together and as we spent more time with one another, our feelings started to grow.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes Locke, because that’s what happened.”

“C’mon Y/n, you can fool everyone out there, but you can’t fool me.”

“I’m not trying to fool you or anyone for that matter! I’m telling the truth.”

“Then why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t know why you don’t believe me. It probably has something to do with you more than it does with me. I know that I’m telling the truth and if you can’t believe that then I know there’s nothing more I can do or say to change your mind.”

“Just answer me this one question.”

“Okay.”

“Why him?”

“Yeah, why Kylo Ren? Why the Supreme Leader? Of all the people in the galaxy to be with, you choose him?”

“Well it wasn’t really like I chose to love him.”

“Seriously Y/n, you know what I’m saying! Why did it have to be him? What could he possibly have to offer you besides a title?”

I gasp. It’s so deep I almost choke.

“Locke, are you serious? Do you truly think so low of me?”

A scowl drapes his features but then his cheeks turn bright red and his shoulders sag a bit.

“If you must know, I did not decide to marry the Supreme Leader, I chose to marry Kylo Ren because that’s who I want to be with. And I would do it again, regardless of his rank. Despite his anger and other flaws, he is a good man with a pure and honest heart.”

Locke glares at me.

“I know you only get to see the daunting afflicted side of the Supreme Leader, but there’s a side to him that is charming and caring and loyal. I know it might be hard to believe and, for a while, I could barely believe it myself, but it’s there. I hope to share that side of him with the people of the First Order because that is the side of him I fell in love with.”

“Still, I really don’t know what you see in him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t. All that matters is that I do.”

“But you could do so much better.”

“Like who? Like you?”

He smacks his teeth in disgust.

“No. It’s not like that, I promise. Maybe in the past it might’ve been, but it isn’t anymore. In fact, there’s someone else I’ve got my eye on… who I’ve had my eye on for a while…” He turns and looks to the floor to ceiling window dividing us from the rest of the party. On the other side of the glass is a petite and slender girl with bright blonde hair wrapped in an ornate bun and clad in a baby blue ball gown.

“Camryn?” I ask and he nods with a faint blush. She’s a commander from a neighboring unit that was assigned by General Hux to our most recent Planet Korr Mission.

“You know, I thought the two of you worked well together. I hadn’t imagined that would translate outside of duty hours as well.”

“Yeah. I had seen her around but hadn’t really worked with her directly prior to the mission but once there we had to spend a lot of time together and one thing led to another…” he trails off and I give him a knowing look. A look of concentration appears on his features. Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention and I see Kylo appear on the other side of the glass, next to Camryn. He raises his eyebrows at me, as if to ask if everything is okay. I press my lips together and nod with a slight shrug.

“Look, Y/n, any sort of inappropriate feeling I might have had for you at one point is long gone. Now, I see you as a sister, like a member of my work family. And I just worry about you. I’m concerned about you.”

“I appreciate your concern and know that I only hope the best for you. I hope you can understand that there are people who choose to conduct themselves much differently in public than they do in private. Kylo and I are both those types of people. So it may not make sense on the outside, but on the inside, he’s the perfect match for me in every possible way. I apologize for blindsighting you or anything like that because it was not my intention. But I just ask that you try to understand the circumstances I was in that led me to choose that option. To pursue things with Kylo was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my entire life, but I would do it again in a heartbeat,” I say and look over to where Kylo is still standing. He looks at me proudly and gives a small encouraging nod and it makes my heart swell. I turn to see Locke witnessing our interaction and the look of realization spreads across his features.

“I see.”

“I hope one day, you can experience the happiness I am experiencing with Kylo. Whether it be with Camryn or whomever your true love may be.” I offer an encouraging smile.

“Thanks,” he says solemnly yet thankfully.

“Perhaps we should go inside. Don’t want to keep them waiting all night long,” I say and nod my head in the direction of our significant others.

We shuffle back into the venue and approach Kylo and Camryn. Kylo, all dark and twisted and beautiful, stands a good foot taller than Camryn, light and glistening like a diamond and the sight of such contrast alone makes me stifle a laugh.

“Hi Camryn”

“Hello, ma’am, er, madame. I’m not sure what I should call you.”

“It’s okay. I’m not sure what you should call me either but I’d be much more comfortable if you called me Y/n.”

“Okay… Y/n.” She blushes bashfully and interlocks her arm with Locke’s.

“Kylo, you know Locke right,” I ask knowing full well they do but realizing this is the first time they are being acquainted in a personal facet.

“Locke, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Kylo says with an outstretched hand.

“The pleasure is all mine sir.”

“Call me Kylo.”

“Uh… really?”

“No not really,” Kylo teases but it goes over Locke’s head and the look of shock on his face makes me laugh.

“I’m teasing, of course. You may call me by my first name if you so wish, as long as it’s outside duty hours.”

“Yes, sir.” Locke replies blankly and even Camryn giggles.

“Oh and Kylo, this is Camryn. She’s one of our finest up and coming commanders who attended our most recent mission to Planet Korr. And she’s also attending tonight's ball with Locke,” I introduce.

“It is an honor, sir,” she sheepishly says with a bow.

“The honor is all mine. And I thank you both for your service. It does not go unnoticed,” Kylo graciously responds and Locke looks like he might pass out at any moment.

It humors me but almost makes me smile to think of how mundane this moment is yet how far we’ve come to even reach it all.

“Locke and I were just outside… catching up on things… It’s been far too long, hasn’t it,” I say and look to Locke.

“Look Y/n, there’s something I think I should warn you about and Sir, this concerns you too,” Locke starts and looks up at Kylo. I want to laugh at how obviously afraid he is of referring to Kylo by his own name, but his tone worries me.

“What is it?”

“Well, we’ve been talking to some of the other attendees at the ball. A lot of the ones from our unit have been excited about the news of your potential union and possibly becoming empress, but everyone else… well, they don’t really share that same excitement.”

I jerk my head back, surprised at his words, especially considering what Neela told me, but I guess her’s was only one side of the story.

“What is everyone else saying?” I can’t help but ask.

“Everyone’s just really confused. Everyone’s saying that it feels like this all came out of nowhere. They don’t understand because the Supreme Leader had never taken an interest in anyone and then all of a sudden one of the First Order’s own soldiers ended up with him. I think it also doesn’t help that they don’t really know you either since they haven’t really worked with you like everyone in our unit has.”

“Well it’s none of their business,” Kylo growls, breath quickening. I place my hand on his bicep and shake my head.

“But it is. We are their leaders. Their curiosity is warranted,” I reply and we all remain breathless for a moment.

“So is that all? Is that what everyone’s been talking about?”

“Well, there is one more thing…”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think you’re going to like it very much.”

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. We need to know the truth in order to determine our course of action.”

“Because everyone’s really confused and you and the Supreme Leader, a lot of people have been trying to come up with explanations of their own. So far, the leading theory is that … this union is your doing, Y/n. That it was your plan all along to marry him… because it would be closer to the throne than even the highest rank in the military.”

I let out a breath as though I’ve been punched in the stomach. My knees start to wobble and I place my hand on Kylo’s forearm with an iron grip.

“Y/n,” Kylo calls out and brings my body closer to him for stability. Every inch of my body tenses up.

“It’s fine. I’m fine” I whimper and my voice sounds even louder because the music has cut out.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please,” the announcer blares into the microphone. “We know you’ve all been dancing the night away, but if you would please return to your seats. The coveted annual award ceremony for the First Order military will commence shortly.” And like that, the lights come on and bodies start shuffling.

“We need to go and say something,” Kylo directs and tries to get me to move but I’m still frozen.

“No.”

“No?” Kylo and Locke ask in unison.

“No, at least not right now. We should let the award ceremony carry on as usual. I don’t want to ruin the night any more than we already have. After the award ceremony, we can make a grand speech and address the people. But not right now. This moment right now is about honoring members of the First Order military and their service.”

“Are you sure,” Kylo asks with the deepest wells of concern in his eyes. I nod and press my body against his. He holds me tightly against him and presses a kiss to my temple.

“C’mon, let’s not ruin all the fun,” I try to say with cheer.

“Wait Locke,” I say as he starts turning around to walk with Camryn to their table.

“Thank you,” I say while hugging him.

“What for?”

“For being a good friend,” I pull away and look into his eyes. They’re filled with a bit of remorse but mostly appreciation.

“I should be the one thanking you. You’ve helped me out in unimaginable ways. I truly do hope for nothing but the best for you and Kylo,” he shudders saying Kylo’s name and I laugh.

“It’s an acquired taste. You’ll get used to it.”

“I’m not counting on it,” he teases. “Enjoy the rest of your night,” he says earnestly.

“Thanks. You too,” I respond and head back to my table with Kylo.

I try to keep my composure, meanwhile, all I can do is think about what I could possibly do or say to improve the situation.

Once we’re seated, the announcer commences the award ceremony. Kylo and the rest of the general are called to the stage to stand alongside the awards table. Kylo passes out each medal or plaque to a recipient and that recipient shakes the hand of the Supreme Leader and follows down the line to shake the hands of the remaining generals.

As the announcer calls upon the names of various soldiers for various different awards and accolades I recognize a few from my unit and learn new names and faces for the rest. I try my best to pay attention and clap after every name is called, because as the soon to be Empress I should be involved in things like this. But then my thoughts linger and I wonder what it is I might say when I address the people.

By the end of the award ceremony there is one final award to be given and my anxiety heightens in anticipation of making my speech soon after.

“Ladies and gentlemen, to end the night on a high note, we have our last and final award. This award is the most prestigious award given throughout the entire First Order military. Each year a panel of committee members composed of a representative general from each unit of the First Order military joins together to select an honorary recipient of the Medal of Honor and Valor. And while the Supreme Leader has a hand in selecting and approving all other award recipients, he has no involvement in the selection of the recipient for the Medal of Honor and Valor.

This award is one of the highest honors one can receive. The person chosen for this award has demonstrated an exceptional dedication to the First Order. This year the Medal of Honor and Valor goes to someone who has shown exceptional strength, bravery, intellect, and compassion towards their fellow soldiers, units, and overall First Order realm. The recipient of the award has shown outstanding calculus in her initiative to conduct peace and cooperation throughout the Empire. This person has been honored by her subordinates, peers, and mentors for her conduct and innovation in the acquisition of new territory to the First Order-,” the announcer says and instantly my stomach sinks to my toes.

“This year’s Medal of Honor and Valor goes to none other than… Y/n Y/l/n!” The announcer declares and half the room cheers while the other half remains too stunned to do anything.

I’m frozen in my chair until the announcer says, “Y/n Y/l/n, will you please come to the stage.” I leap out of my seat and cautiously walk over to the stage, tunneling my vision on Kylo. I stop in place in front of him and laboriously try to catch my breath.

“Congratulations Y/n,” he smiles warmly at me. Oh stars I could just kiss him for saying that. My thoughts are all over the place but after Kylo’s congratulations they all seem to center on him. Part of me feels so gratified to hear him say those words and to see the pride in his eyes, but another part of me feels like none of this is real or that it shouldn’t be happening.

He places the medal between his hands and raises the ribbon above my head to place it over me, but before he does, I reflexively step a step back. I look up at him with widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows. He lowers his hands and takes a step forward, his eyes filled with concern.

“Y/n, what is the matter?”

“I don’t think I can accept this award.” I squeak while shaking my head.

“What?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I don’t… deserve it.”

“Nonsense! Of course you deserve this” He declares. I don’t say anything but I can’t help thinking that it still doesn’t feel that way. It must show on my face, because Kylo puts the medal back on the table and grabs my hands in his.

“There’s no one I know more deserving of this award than you. Your diligence and merit speak for themselves.”

“But still, it doesn’t feel right. I mean, I am very grateful to have been deemed worthy enough to receive this award, but somehow, actually receiving it feels wrong.”

“Why does it feel wrong?”

“Because…” I start and turn around to look at everyone in the crowd either looking at me or whispering to one another.

“Y/n, you’re worried about them?”

I look down and nod. He takes a deep breath and sighs. I look up at him and his eyes scan the crowd. His shoulders visibly tense and reflexively, I place my hands atop them. They soften and he places his hands along my waist.

“In my heart, you are the most deserving person in the galaxy of this award. It shouldn’t matter what they think, but if it matters to you and you truly to not wish to receive it, then I will stand by you.”

“Thank you” I nod shallowly and hug him tightly. When we pull apart, he looks down at me with restraint in his features.

“So what would you like to do now?”

“I think I would like to address the crowd. Maybe explain things and just properly introduce myself. Properly reintroduce ourselves as a couple.”

“Okay. Is there anything you want me to do?”

“I just need you by my side. And if I can’t find the right words, I need you to…”

“Already done,” he smiles at me. He cups my cheek in his hand and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and sigh. I open them and walk to the podium. I can hear Kylo’s footsteps behind me and murmured whispers erupt throughout the crowd. The announcer covers the microphone with his hand and looks at me expectantly.

“Would it be alright if I said a few words?” I ask.

“Yes, of course Madame,” he responds and shuffles away.

I take a step in front of the podium and place my hands along either side of the smooth cherry wood. I take a deep breath in and let a deep breath out. Kylo grabs the hand closest to him and interlocks our fingers. I look up at him and he mouths “I love you”. I mouth it back and then look at the crowd head on. I clear my throat and without realizing the mic would pick up the sound, I’m surprised to hear the murmurs cut off by my sound and hundreds of eyes all on me.

“Um, hello everyone. My name is Y/n Y/l/n. I was nominated for the Medal of Honor and Valor award, but for various reasons I will not be accepting it.” The crowd gasps and several “what” and “huh”s spread across the crowd.

“Um, I think there’s been, um, an elephant in the room this evening, and I would like to address it. Tonight many of you have learned of me only a few hours ago and you learned of me in an unexpected way. Many of you only know me as the soon to be wife and empress of the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren. I take a lot of pride in this aspect of my identity, but it is rather new to me still. Before I met Kylo Ren, I was just a soldier in the First Order military. I’ve been a member of the seventh unit–” A few members of my old unit holler and I nervously laugh.

“I’ve been a member of the seventh unit for several years. I cared very much for my unit and we were a bit like a family, always looking out for each other. For some time, much of my life has been devoted to the First Order. Late night guard duties and early morning cleaning duties, training, or weeks away on mission made up much of adult life.

But I did feel a particular devotion to the First Order that I recognized was stronger than most. As soon as I entered, I knew that one day, I would want to work my way up to a position of General of the First Order military. I went out of my way to seek mentors and projects and other opportunities that might help me advance in my career. It always felt natural to me and was something I did on my own will, but I know that’s not particularly common for all the personnel I worked with.

Up until recently, I was a commander, a title which I was quite proud of but also recognized the responsibility that came with it. I took that role quite seriously, and one day, that role led me to Kylo Ren. Up until my position as commander, I hadn’t thought much else of him beyond the terrifying man under the mask who had my entire professional fate lying in the palm of his hands. I seldom interacted with him and only regarded him as the Supreme Leader of the First Order.

But somehow, my ambition caught his attention and…” I look over to Kylo who is already looking at me. He reads my facial features and leans closer to the mic.

“I knew my life wouldn’t be complete unless she was in it,” Kylo adds and the crowd elicits gasps and “aw”s. We shuffle so that we both split the center of the mic.

“My journey has been remarkably similar to Y/n’s. Except I think I may be only speaking for myself when I say, my ambition took me far, but it took me there alone. When I became Supreme Leader, the highest high of my life, I realized I had no one to share it with. For many years, I thought I could suffice without, but the need to share my life with someone grew stronger to the point where I could not ignore it. And even if I could, I reached a certain point in my career where the obligation to find someone to take the place of my empress fell greatly on my shoulders.

For a length of time, my search was quite unfruitful. And for a while, I was beginning to lose hope. But one day, miraculously, Y/n entered the picture. I hadn’t even met her properly, but I knew. I knew then just as I know now that she would be the one for me.” He smiles down at me. I blush and continue my side of the story.

“But when we did actually meet, I had no idea what would be in store. I thought I was just a commander consulting the Supreme Leader on the course of action for a rebel invaded planet that if approached with caution could easily be cooperated in First Order territory. But then he approached me, as Kylo Ren. And a part of me, the part of me that exists when I am not in uniform, was intrigued. As we got to know each other personally and were brought together by the work we were doing for the First Order, we became close, a little too close for my liking... I tried to fight it, but love isn’t meant to be resisted.” I turn my head to the side to look up at Kylo.

“There were many moments when I felt we were ready to take things to the next level, but then Y/n would have hesitations. We were able to overcome them as they arose, but when it all culminated in my desire to marry her, we reached a severe stalemate.” Kylo looks down at me.

“I was prepared to marry Kylo Ren, without hesitation, but the Supreme Leader? That was another story. I spent a lot of my time with Kylo and for the first time in my life, fell deeply and truly in love. I had worked with the Supreme Leader and even though we worked well together, I feared how our union would appear to others. For one, I tend to keep my personal life quite private, so telling others something as significant as this was sure to cause uproar. And two, knowing my ambition, it made a little too much sense for me to end up with someone in a position of such prestige that I felt a sense of guilt and a great deal of pressure in deciding to marry someone so powerful.

I want to make it abundantly clear that it was never his power that attracted me to the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren or even made me want to marry him in the first place. It was his compassion, bravery, intelligence, and strength that drew me to him and made me fall for him… that continues to make me fall for him.” I look up at Kylo and he nods at me reassuringly, as if to say, “You’ve got this”.

“I did not take the decision to marry him lightly. In fact, it might have been the most difficult decision I have ever made in my entire life. But, I would make the same decision all over again if given the chance. And with that said, I feel it is my duty to let everyone in this room know that I take my role as the soon to be empress of the Supreme Leader extremely seriously. And as such, I will do everything in my power to serve the First Order to the best of my ability. I’ve done so during my time in the First Order military and am fully prepared to continue doing so, regardless of title.”

I take a moment to catch my breath and recover from all that I’ve just said. And right when I think about what I should say next, someone in the crowd claps. It’s Neela. Someone else starts clapping and then they rise from their seats. It’s Locke. Camryn pops up next to him and joins in the applause. And in the blink of an eye, multiple people follow suit till the whole room has risen from their seats and clap their hands… for me? I look to my left to see even the Generals join in the applause.

I blush and look up at Kylo. I’m simultaneously confused and excited.

“It’s all for you my dear empress,” Kylo coos and rubs his hand along my lower back. He hooks his fingers along the crook of my waist and pulls me closer so that my side is pressed against his.

I can’t believe all these people are clapping for me. I knew if we explained things, then people would understand, but this? I wasn’t prepared for this. I was prepared for everything to crash and burn. I was prepared to have to fight for my life.

I can feel Kylo’s body squirm from beside me and I look at him. He’s looking in the direction of the generals so I turn my head and see Hux moving toward us with the Medal of Honor and Valor in his hands. Hux outstretches the medal, offering it to Kylo but he shakes his head and says, “Hold onto it”. As the applause dies down, Kylo begins to speak into the mic again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you again for your unwavering support and attendance at tonight's ball. We still have one last award to hand out. Despite her resistance, the recipient of this award has done more for the First Order than has been asked of her. Because of her, the First Order has been successful in removing the rebel base off of Planet Korr. And as of today, First Order bases have been installed on Planets Korr, Myr and over ⅔ of the remaining solar system, all of which would not have been possible without her. She has paved the way for the First Order and while her time as a formal member of the First Order military has come to a close, she will continue to serve as the best and brightest empress the First Order has ever seen. Y/n Y/l/n, will you please accept the award of the Medal of Honor and Valor?”

I look at Kylo and lock eyes for a moment, then turn to look at Hux. Hux holds the medal up and keeps it there till I lock eyes and nod my head. He graciously places the medal over my head and drapes it along my collarbones. I shake his hand and proceed to shake the hands of the rest of the generals. When I come back to the podium I look to Kylo, wondering if I’ll shake his hand too. He outstretches his hand and I shake it as a formality, what every other recipient of the night has done, but then he does something he didn’t do for any other recipient and cups my face with his hands and kisses me deeply.

I pull away, my breath taken away, but when I look at the crowd, many people cheer and whistle. I was not prepared for this either, but I can’t say I mind it.

“Thank you again for attending this year’s Emporer’s Ball. We look forward to seeing you this time next year. Have a good night and please return home safely.” Kylo announces into the microphone. I must be paralyzed because I'm not moving but everyone around me is. People start leaving their tables and moving towards the entrances. Waitstaff begin clearing up the tables. The generals scramble to find their guests and leave.

“C’mon let’s go,” Kylo says and grabs my hand. He starts walking and it takes a second for my legs to catch up.

“Where are we going?” He leads me out of the ballroom and through a hidden corridor.

“We’re going home, my little star.” His brisk walking turns into jogging.

“Kylo, what are you doing,” I ask breathlessly.

“I’m taking you to my quarters. Now. I need to get you out of that dress and take you with nothing but that medal on,” he declares.

“Kylo,” I squeal and giggle breathlessly.

“I’m dead serious kid, I need you. Now.”

When we get to the door to his quarters, he picks me up bridal style and kicks the door open. The space is dark as we enter, but Kylo knows where he’s going. We enter a room and he lays me down on a large bed with the softest sheets in the entire galaxy. I look to my right and see a giant window in place of a wall. Across from the bed is a dark colored dresser. This feels a little familiar.

In front of me, Kylo stands before the bed removing various articles of his clothing. Then he removes my heels off each of my feet. Okay, things are starting to feel different. He snakes his hands along the skin of my legs, pushing the fabric of my dress upward. He moves his head downward to rest beneath the yards of fabric gathered at my hips.

“Hm, so beautiful,” he hums.

I extend my arm and fun my fingers through his hair. He kisses my skin then peers up into my eyes.

“Anything my empress wants, my empress gets, okay?”

“Oh yeah, it’s like that?”

“You know I got it like that.” He winks.”I love you Y/n”

“I love you too Kylo.”

I fawn for a bit, and feel giddy at what the emperor has in store for me.

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