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ruination.

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enemies to lovers.

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There was a viciousness about him. He was wrathful, decimating everything in his path the moment he didn’t get his way. He was infamous for violence throughout the First Order, and the surrounding galaxies.

People whispered on far away planets about the dark supreme leader, Kylo Ren, who rivaled even Anakin Skywalker in his abilities to harness the force. Everyone was afraid of him, bowing and relenting to the First Order, all to avoid being the target of Kylo’s rage.

Not you.

No, your mission in life was to bring him down. Fear wasn’t something you were familiar with, only spite and an appetite for justice. You were born and raised in the Jedi order, a beacon of the light, holding the balance against the darkness.

A power like yours rivaled Kylo Ren.

Kylo didn’t know threat until he felt your pull in the force. You were like nothing, no one, he’d ever felt. You were powerful, like a live surge of energy, sparking and burning everything in your path.

You were like him.

You fought to pull Kylo into the light with you, as he did the same with the darkness. It was back and forth, an unfathomable tug-of-war that had the fate of the universe hanging in the balance, a fight fueled by hatred on both sides.

Your boots sank into the loose sand on Tatooine, providing an unsteady ground. The hilt of a lightsaber weighed in your hand, your fingers curled around uneven metal. You itched to ignite the weapon, needing to feel the surge of energy from its unforgiving blade.

That was when you saw Kylo for the first time. His black cloak swept over the sand, matching his onyx hair and impossibly dark eyes. You were startled by how gorgeous he was. You’d heard a lot of things about the prince, but never of his beauty. The realization caught you off-guard.

You’d expected an elderly Jedi master, but the man before you looked barely older than you. You’d felt him in your mind from the moment you were born, as long as you could remember. He pulled you, trying to drag you down into darkness with him. Some spoke of him as your dyad, though you did everything you could to separate yourself from him. You stopped telling your masters of the nights you saw him in your dreams, and the quiet moments where it felt like he was sitting next to you, his energy simmering in your peripheral.

Kylo was struck by the sight of you. His whole life, you didn’t feel real. You were an annoyance that slowly evolved into a strangely addictive power that drew him in, whispering for him to abandon his army.

Your power was drawn from the same well, and yet you were opposites, enemies. He’d grown to hate the feeling of your presence in the force, though he longed for it at the same time.

He remembered nights when you were children. A time you’d fallen ill, and he felt your power weaken. It had sent an ice cold dread through him, his heart stopping as the presence he’d always known began to fade. Kylo had been so frightened he’d dropped his lightsaber and burnt himself, suddenly faced with the idea of your fragility, and the undeniable truth that you were his balance. It was like a part of him had weakened, fading away along with your health.

He’d forgotten what the fear of loss felt like as soon as your strength returned.

Kylo Ren had sworn he would kill you the moment he ever got the chance. Now, here you were, standing in front of him. It was almost poetic that you were dressed in white. You were the chess pieces of a larger war raging, something centuries old, with origins long forgotten.

You seemed soft. White fabric gently billowed around you in the sandy breeze, while he stood, towering in black, like solid marble. He could feel your energy and strength like a pulse, falling in rhythm with his heartbeat.

The second your gaze met, he was reminded of how dangerous you were, reminded of the enemy he spent a lifetime training to hate.

You acted first, igniting the weapon in your hand. Part of you was terrified that if you looked at him too long, you couldn’t do what needed to be done. He felt like you. Like you were looking into a mirror, seeing the other half of yourself.

A burning white blade exploded from the hilt of your lightsaber, the familiar hum grounding you. Your mouth tasted metallic as you thought of killing him, fulfilling the destiny that you were born and bred for. To slay Kylo Ren, and tip the balance of the force in favor of good.

Kylo didn’t hesitate, his lightsaber glowing red in his hand, unable to be wielded by others because of the unique form. The only thing in the universe that was entirely his, other than the connection with you.

You raised your weapon as his crashed against yours, protecting yourself from a fatal blow. The strength of it had your feet sliding in the sand, but you didn’t lose your balance. Kylo towered over you. He was so close, you could hear his breathing.

Your blades pushed together before you ducked under him, his towering height at a disadvantage, as you were faster. He grunted, barely dodging the swing that threatened to cut across his chest. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, keeping life in your body as your blades collided. The two of you fought ruthlessly, going for the throat and using lifetimes of training to take the other down.

A scream broke through your lips as you fell into the sand, barely able to protect yourself as he came down on top of you, knees on either side of your hips. Your lightsaber was so close to your face, you could feel the heat radiating off of it, combined with his as he tried to press them down into your chest and head.

“Kylo!” You cried, unable to fight off his strength.

The sound of you crying out for him sent him right back into the memory of nearly losing you. His soul fractured into pieces, separating as the tiny bit of light inside of him threatened to die. He froze, unable to move when he was faced with the reality of his actions.

He hated you. His bloodlust and rage had been focused on killing you. It was all he thought about, all he worked for, until he was here, about to plunge the glowing red blade through your heart, and he hesitated.

“I understand,” you whispered, trying to fight him off but growing weaker.

You felt his confliction and his rage and his desperation to save you. Your own fear burned through Kylo, making his hand shake. His ragged breathing made his chest heave, and he shook his head. He felt it, feeling you pull him away from the darkness.

“I’m being torn apart.”

“I know,” you nodded, afraid of your own emotions. You felt everything he did, the turmoil, the heat radiating between you, and the pull toward the darkness, as if you were one person.

In a split moment decision, Kylo’s blade vanished from the hilt, along with yours, leaving the two of you panting in the sand. You were shocked, certain he was about to kill you.

Nobody was watching. The two of you were alone in the sand, the desire to kill fading as you stared at each other, trying to catch your breath. Kylo stiffened as he sensed soldiers coming. Jedi.

Your name fell from his lips, making your eyes snap up to his. You were lost in his dark gaze, drawn into pools of black ink, swirling with desire and fear and adrenaline.

“Take my hand.”

You didn’t think, you just acted. For the first time, you weren’t over analyzing every move you made, trying to figure out what steps would lead you toward your fate.

You grabbed Kylo’s leather gloved hand, your heart slamming in your ribs as you touched him. The noise in your head finally silenced, and it felt like you had taken your first breath of fresh air.

“Black suits you.”

Kylo’s voice came from behind you, though you knew he was there long before he spoke. You hummed softly, leaning against the glass of the observation deck, watching the stars glitter as you flew by.

It had only been a couple of hours since your fight on Tatooine. You were flying on the Star Destroyer, headed for a planet you’d never heard the name of. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you knew that you couldn’t survive without Kylo. He felt the same, the only reason you were still alive, and not bleeding out in the sand.

Your eyes tore away from the stars to gaze up at Kylo, who stood beside you.

“You weren’t what I expected,” you spoke, tilting your head to the side.

You were confused and conflicted, wondering what you were doing on the First Order ship with your worst enemy. He promised you that you were going to figure it out, and everything else would come later.

You were at a check, involving a way out, but entirely unsure of what you were supposed to do to save yourself, to save each other.

“You’re better than I could’ve ever imagined.” You were surprised to hear the confession, your breathing growing heavy as his hands skimmed up the sides of your body, feeling your shape beneath the tight black suit. Your mind whirled, craving the touch of the supreme leader.

You had always held confusion about many things, but never about Kylo. The uncertainty and conviction was new, and the only thing you had ever been afraid of, not of Kylo, you were afraid of yourself.

“Are you going to apologize for almost killing me?”

“Are you going to apologize for almost taking my head off?” he shot back, though a smile glittered in his eyes.

You turned as a soldier entered the room, and Kylo placed his hand on your back, leading you to his suite in the massive ship. It reminded you of him, sleek, black, and entirely regal.

The tension between you could’ve been cut with a knife, simmering underneath a fragile surface. Everything you’d done had been driven by carnal desire and hatred, pushing you toward the other in a violent mess that had landed you on a ship headed for a far-away planet in the galaxy, lightspeed away from any ally.

Part of you still hated him, but here you were, alive and on his ship, one you had once yearned to destroy. You felt like you were losing yourself, your strong sense of purpose fading into ambiguity.

You turned to him, reaching up and delicately tracing your fingers along a scar that stretched across his face. A soft breath left his full lips as you touched his scar, a feature that he hated about himself.

“What happened?” you asked, and his hand closed around your wrist, pulling your hand to his lips, where he pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

“A young, naive jedi got the upper hand on me once.”

You smiled at that, even though you shouldn’t have. It was the only imperfection in the prince of Alderaan. The only imperfection other than the hold darkness had on him. You thought you could change him. You could feel him changing, even being in your vicinity. But you felt yourself changing too. The day before, you never would’ve been in the position you were now.

“I’ve always wondered how you would look, here by my side, dressed in black,” he said, making you hesitate.

“You didn’t imagine me dead?”

“No. Because us, together, we would be unstoppable. That’s why I couldn’t kill you on Tatooine.”

He was lying, and you knew it. You knew he’d fantasized about killing you. But when he had the chance, he made a better choice. But you were fooling yourself, thinking that your luck wouldn’t run out, that you could live some confusing romantic fantasy with your dyad.

You were fooling yourself thinking that this could somehow be okay.

“Kylo.”

“Hm?”

“Touch me.”

The tension shattered as his lips smashed against yours in starvation. His touch burned through you like a thousand suns, satiating an overpowering need you were unaware of before.

The two of you were weightless as you dropped onto his bed, the clothes you were once wearing, ripped to shreds on the floor. Kylo couldn’t tear his eyes from your body, mesmerized by every inch of you. Every imperfection made you more perfect, a dream that was once a nightmare, laid before him among his sheets.

His mouth worshipped your body, leaving soft evidence of his presence from your lips to your thighs, scattering kisses and bites and bruises in his wake. You were moaning and writhing on the bed, pleading for him to fuck you, begging for Kylo to satiate the burning between your hips.

Your hands wove into his black hair, pulling hard as your lips sealed with his. He swallowed your screams as his hips rolled against yours, splitting you open as he penetrated you. Kylo was so deep it felt like he was in your stomach, rendering you breathless and euphoric.

Kylo was overwhelmed by the feeling of being buried deep inside of you, pressing kisses up your throat until he reached your lips, smiling into a heady kiss. It was better than anything he’d ever fantasized about, better than the idea of killing you. He wanted this for the rest of his life, to stay connected as one being, like you were meant to be.

You felt sinful. Letting your sworn enemy fuck you, feeling his seed release deep inside of your cunt as he ruined you on his bed, on his ship, surrounded by his army. You let yourself be corrupted by the one person you swore you’d never let live if you saw him. You’d surrendered yourself for the prince, losing yourself in terrible choices that led you to stray from fate.

You let Kylo Ren ruin you.

“Fuck,” he swore as he felt the pressure in you shatter, making you tremble as you came violently around his cock, overwhelmed in unadulterated, sinful pleasure.

Aftershocks radiated through you, leaving you clinging to him for dear life. Kylo only gave you a moment to recover before flipping the two of you over, sitting up with you on his lap.

You gripped his hair, breathlessly crying his name into his shoulder as his massive hands held your waist. He fucked up into you, the different angle making your head drop back, exposing your throat to his swollen lips.

“Kylo, please,” you whimpered, watching your stomach distend with the outline of him, making you shudder around him. Invisible movements swirled around your nipples and clit, stimulating the most sensitive areas of your body as his hips viciously rammed into yours.

You couldn’t process anything but the overwhelming lust swelling through you. The sex lasted hours, until you were both too physically exhausted to move any longer.

Kylo slept.

You listened to his gentle heartbeat and steady breathing, completely peaceful. His dark hair framed his fair face, making him look young and innocent as he was lost in dreams. You never imagined he could look so soft and make you feel so worshipped.

Your fingers came to rest on his cheek, lightly ghosting over the sharpness of his cheekbones and swell of his lips. His thick lashes fluttered open, and he shifted, reaching out to pull you closer to his body.

“Hi,” you whispered softly, pressing tiny kisses up his face, along the scar, before pulling back to study his features.

He kissed the palm of your hand, feeling the ache that shot through your chest. He was quiet, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Do you ache?”

You shook your head, not understanding the purpose of the question. A gasp escaped you as he ventured under the blanket, suddenly very awake and starving. He pried your thighs open, burying his face in your pussy and putting his glorious lips to work.

Your back arched off of the bed, your hands finding their way back into his hair as he pushed his tongue into your soaked cunt, his nose nudging against your overstimulated clit. You were melting at his whim, crying out to your enemy and pleading for pleasure in the darkness.

“It could just be us,” Kylo murmured, watching you squeeze the water from your hair, fresh out of a shower.

“You’d leave the First Order?” You asked, and he wrapped his arms around your warm body, skin still hot from the water.

“If you’d leave the Jedi.”

“I already have,” you pointed out softly, melting back into his arms, pretending it was perfect, just the two of you for the time being.

“I’ll leave them. When we get to Coruscant, we’ll run. I have a ship, we can go anywhere. Somewhere without the darkness, or the light.”

You looked up, accepting a kiss before sighing.

The hatred had dissipated, morphing into something soft. The buzzing need that had once lived inside of you was silenced now that you were connected in flesh, not only in spirit. A peace had settled over the two of you, the bloodlust and violence vanishing. You no longer felt like you were being torn apart, ripped at the seams, left with only one another as you abandoned your expectations and upbringing.

Kylo Ren let you ruin him.

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