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sith-lords-consort · 3 years ago

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You Have to Wake Up

Fandom: Star Wars, Kylo Ren, f!reader

Word Count: 1888

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Torture (mentioned), Mind Break, Betrayal, Lies

Kylo Ren prowled through the halls of the Star Destroyer looking for something to take his anger out on. Once again, he had learned that Hux had been called for an audience with Supreme Leader Snoke without him. Kylo could not understand why the Supreme Leader still tolerated that useless coward. He was the one following in his grandfather’s legacy to become the greatest Sith Lord who ever lived. He was the one who had fought and won countless battles against the Resistance. He was the one who had proven his loyalty over and over again when faced with the temptation of the light, of his family. Yet, he was still overlooked in favor of this spineless worm who was constantly conspiring to one day overthrow and replace Snoke as Supreme Leader. It wasn’t fair. And maybe it was time he did something about it.

Changing directions, he headed to the interrogation room he knew they were currently closed off in. But just as he approached to demand an audience, the door slid open and two Stormtroopers exited, dragging a limp body of a woman between them. Though her head was hanging low, obscuring her face, a shiver ran through Kylo’s body as a sense of familiarity gripped his chest. But it couldn’t be….

Just then, Hux exited the room, almost slamming into Kylo in the process. But before the general could make his usual snarky comment, Kylo demanded. “That girl. Who is she?”

Hux scoffed dismissively. “Just some Resistance scum we captured last night. We have been interrogating her for hours but somehow, she has managed to withstand our methods. Even the Supreme Leader’s. But we knew she would be a difficult one to break. She took out over half of our squadron single-handedly before she was apprehended.”

“How?”

“By using this.” Hux pulled out something from his pocket and Kylo recognized it immediately. He had been there when you crafted it.

When he held out his hand, Hux placed the lightsaber in his palm. Instantly, Kylo felt your presence in the weapon. Unlike guns or regular swords, lightsabers were a wholly personal tool which were crafted by each individual user and captured a small piece of their essence, their energy. And it was a presence he had not felt in a long time but one which immediately sent his heart racing in his chest. There was no denying who the prisoner was.

Luckily, Kylo was still wearing his mask so Hux was unable to see the fear that had suddenly flashed across his face. Clearing his throat to steady his voice, Kylo said, “I will see if maybe I can get her to talk.”

“I wouldn’t bother,” Hux said as he started to walk away. “If the Supreme Leader couldn’t break her, what chance do you have? Besides, she has fallen into some sort of trance or unconsciousness so I doubt you could get anything anyway.”

Kylo quickly hurried down the hall in the direction he saw the troopers taking you. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw the two exiting a room to his right. As soon as they had left the area, Kylo quickly slipped into the room.

You were laying on the bed seemingly asleep, but he could see bruises and trails of blood littering your body from whatever methods Snoke had used to get you to talk. Your breathing was shallow and uneven, yet your expression was tranquil in your slumber. Slowly, he approached the bed and sat down next to you. Removing his helmet, he rested it on the floor. It was the first time he had removed it in the presence of another in a long time, but he needed to see you with his own eyes. Let you hear his voice clear and unmodulated.

He ran his fingers lightly over your cheek. “Hello. It’s been a long time but you look just as beautiful as the day we parted. I think of you… often. When I made the choice to follow this path, you were the only person I truly regretted leaving behind. I dreamt of finding you, of bringing you with me. But we both know you would never turn your back on the ways of the Jedi, pompous fools though they might have been. Yet, I wish things could have been different.” He waited, hoping for any kind of reaction, but you didn’t as much as stir.

Sighing, he took your hand as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through. I’m sorry that you ended up here. And I know whatever they did to you must have been horrific, and I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I need you to wake up. Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, ever so slowly, your eyelashes began to flutter and he watched your eyes come into focus. On him. “Ben…” A shiver ran down his spine as you breathed his old name. The one he had tried so hard to leave behind but the one that sounded like home on your lips.

Your eyes scanned his face, soaking in every detail, every feature, as you gazed at him in wonder. “Wha- I thought you were dead. How are you here? Have you been here this whole time? I’m so sorry! If I would have known, I would have done everything in my power to bring you home. Ben, I-”

“Shhh. It’s alright. Just rest. You’ve been through a lot.” Kylo gently ran his hand over your hair soothingly.

You leaned into his hand as you continued to stare up at him in wonder. “He told me I was the only one to make it out that night. I thought….”

“He who?”

“Luke. When Ren and his Knights attacked the temple, I was badly wounded but for some reason, they kept me alive. Luke found me soon after they left, and he brought me to safety. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I looked for you. Luke said you were gone, but I refused to believe it. Even though I couldn’t feel you through the Force- Wait…. Why can’t I feel you? Even right now with you sitting beside me, it’s like you’re not there. Are you blocking me? But why-” Suddenly, your gaze landed on something next to him and your eyes grew wide. Following your gaze, Kylo saw his helmet sitting on the floor. His eyes snapped back to yours and he was met with a different form of disbelief.

“No…. Ben…. It can’t be…” But as much as he tried to hide the guilt and shame on his face, he realized the second you looked back at him you knew. He watched the wave of horror roll across your features and the tears spring to your eyes. “What have you done?”

But before he could explain, the door to the room slid open and Hux stalked in, flanked by four troopers. Silently, the troopers grabbed you and began hauling you out of the room. You didn’t resist, you just kept your eyes trained on Kylo for as long as you were able, the look of betrayal and heartbreak still etched on your face.

The second you were out of sight, Kylo whirled to face Hux. “Where are you taking her?”

The other man sneered gleefully at Kylo’s distress. “The Supreme Leader was able to sense she had a connection with you from before. So, when she couldn’t be broken, he assumed finding out about your treachery would be the last straw he could use to finally break her. I guess we shall see shortly.” He turned to walk away but paused to say, “The Supreme Leader ordered you not to interfere. You may wait outside but you are not allowed in the interrogation room until we are done.” And with those final words, he left.

The next few hours were agony as Kylo was forced to wait to discover your fate. As he paced frantically outside the door of the interrogation room, he could hear your screams of anguish from inside but there was nothing he could do. Eventually, the sounds dimmed and gradually fell silent altogether and he realized how much worse silence could truly be.

Finally, the door opened and Hux emerged. Before he had taken more than a few steps out of the room, Kylo was at his side. “What happened!”

Hux smirked gleefully. “Even with your betrayal weakening her defenses, she held out longer than expected. But in the end, we got the information we were after though it took destroying her mind to do so.” Kylo felt all the blood drain from his face and Hux’s smirk grew bigger. “The Supreme Leader wants you to go retrieve the map as soon as the ships can be readied. It is on Jakku in the possession of an old acquaintance of yours. A man by the name of San Tekka.”

Kylo immediately remembered the man from his childhood. He was a friend and ally of his mother’s and somehow it didn’t surprise him that the map ended up in his possession. He nodded. “I understand. I will leave within the hour.”

Giving him one final sneer, Hux pushed past Kylo and retreated down the hall. As soon as he was alone, Kylo rushed to your side. You were still strapped to the interrogation table with your head lolled to the side. As he got closer, he could see your lips moving as if muttering something, but you weren’t making a sound. Your eyelids were half-closed but from what he could see, your eyes were glassy and vacant as they stared into nothingness. For the first time in years, Kylo Ren lowered his mental blocks and reached out to you through the Force. But the second his mind brushed against yours, he reeled back in horror. Hux was right. Whatever Snoke had done to you had utterly shattered your mind. All he could sense of the woman he loved were sharp shards and jagged slivers of your mind, barely recognizable as your own.

He turned his back to you, unable to bear seeing what you had been reduced to, what he had allowed to happen to you. You were gone and it was all his fault.

“It’s okay…..” Kylo whirled around at the sound of your voice, utterly amazed you had managed to say anything in your state. Yet your eyes were fully open and, though still unfocused, they held just the smallest spark of life. Maybe there was a chance you could heal. Maybe your connection to the Force was allowing you- “…. Ben will save me. He always saves me.”

Whatever hope he had for you evaporated as your words pierced his heart, sending a fresh wave of pain and regret through him. As he watched, the light in your eyes dimmed once more and your lips returned to their incessant, wordless movements.

Sadly, Kylo Ren bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead but you made no indication you had felt it. Then he turned and hurried from the room, leaving behind the shell of the woman he loved even now.

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sith-lords-consort · 4 years ago

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The Mand’alor’s Gambit Ch. 3 Stalemate

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Summary: Maul does not know how to communicate feelings and the reader is distrustful but they come to an agreement.

Warnings: i made up some names, also what even is the layout of the palace?, anxious spiraling, Maul’s an ass, I don’t know how politics work, fake dating, enemies to lovers, exposition, not edited - was too tired (I’ll go back and fix it)

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sith-lords-consort · 4 years ago

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Joint Custody Ch 5

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Knights of Ren X Omega Reader

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only

Okay it has low key been forever, but here ya go, chapter five! Just want to give a friendly reminder, this story and my blog are 18 and up only! Anyone wanting to be on the taglist must have their age in their bio. Nothing personal, but if you’re a minor this is not for you.

Kylo had finished his dinner later than the rest, as he alternated between eating himself and feeding you from his plate. The other knights tossed their dishes into the dishwasher and headed into the attached living room. Kylo finished up, fed you your last bite of his plate, and had you finish his drink as well. The water tasted the same as all water on starships, metallic with the slightest hint of chlorine. It made you a bit homesick for Star Killer base. Illum might have been a frozen wasteland, but all that ice was deliciously fresh water when thawed and filtered.

Kylo stood up, shifted you to his hip, and walked his dishes to the dishwasher, shifting you ever so gently when he needed to lean down to set his things in the wire racks. He walked you into the attached living room, and you both glanced around the room. Vicrul and Ap’lek were sitting on the couch, only partially watching some cage match on the Holo Sports Net. Ap’lek was also reading something on his Holo Pad, and Vicrul was occasionally glancing over at the game of Sabacc between Trudgen, Ushar, and Cardo. Kuruk was nowhere to be seen.

Kylo walked to the couch and shifted you from his hip to his arms, starting to lower you towards Vicrul, “Watch her-”

You thrashed, kicking out and digging your fingers into Kylo’s arm, a loud chirp of panic leaving you. Kylo immediately stilled, pulling you back to rest against him. You looked up at him, a look of disapproval on your face. “No.”

Kylo fixed you with a firm look. “Omega, I have things to do. Can you sit with Vicrul and be a good omega for me?”

You slowly unclenched your fingers, recognizing an order when it was given, even if it lacked his alpha voice. If your suspicions about him being an apex were correct, you were very grateful he didn’t resort to his alpha voice. Feeling your grip go slack, Kylo again lowered you onto Vicrul’s lap.

Vicrul seemed thrilled, if his scent was any more potently excited you might gag on it. His arms wrapped around you, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that you could get a taste of how easy it would be for him to secure you there against your will for basically any amount of time. “Hey there, pretty little thing. Have you come to keep me company?”

You glanced over Vicrul’s shoulder to see Kylo disappearing through a doorway back down the hall you had come from.

Ap’lek perked up at seeing you on the couch with him and his more flirty friend, putting his Holo Pad down to look you over. Vicrul was trying to nuzzle his nose into your neck, and you were doing some fairly half hearted maneuvering to prevent that, mostly including ducking your head to the side at the last moment, However, your current strategy was to lean back as far as possible to the point where Vicrul’s arms were barely keeping you upright and you were in real danger of falling off the couch.

“Ten seconds ago you were all cuddly and clingy.” Ap’lek said, a smirk on his lips. “Kylo leaves, so you go back to being a brat?”

You glared at him as Vicrul tried his best to keep your nearly horizontal body still in his lap and not in a pile on the floor.

Ap’lek shook his head at you, chuckling to himself. “Was it the food? Do we need to keep little bags of crackers on us to bribe you into physical affection?”

He practically basked in your deadpan expression. “Or was it just Kylo?”

You steady on Vicrul’s lap, letting him bring you back to your upright position and nuzzle into your neck. “Is that it, doll? You already picked your favorite? Kind of unfair, given I haven’t even had the chance to show you my best qualities.”

His hips gave a subtle thrust against yours, and you gave him a cutting look. “I don’t want to do that.”

Vicrul leaned back into the couch, his arms keeping you pressed to his chest. “Fair enough, doll. But you’ll still help keep my lap warm, won’t ya? It gets awfully cold in wild space.”

You stiffened, “Wild Space? We’re going to- Why are we going into Wild Space!?”

Vicrul returned his nose to your neck, sniffing your scent gland out and giving it a few laps and nips. The stimulation didn’t take away all of your uneasiness about the situation, but it did help you take a few deep breaths. Ap’lek moved closer slowly, to not upset Vicrul, and rested his hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing little circles.

“That’s it, a few more deep breaths for me, doll.” Vicrul cooed.

“Don’t worry about where we’re going.” Ap’lek said softly. “You’ll be staying on the ship the entire time anyways.”

“With supervision, obviously.” Vicrul chimed in. “Kuruk, probably. He usually stays with the ship when we have to park it in hostile territory.”

As you calm down from their joint attention, the game of Sabacc apparently gets personal. Trudgen points a finger across the table to Ushar, growling out accusations of cheating. Ushar leans back in his chair, grinning as he does.

“You’re such a sore loser, Trudgen.” Ushar snickers.

“No. Hell no. You. Cheated.” Trdugen’s hands shoot around the table, yanking everyone’s cards away from them and taking the remains of the deck. “You added at least two cards to this deck and I’m going to prove it!”

When Ushar budges in his chair as if he’s going to get up, Cardo stands, glaring him down. “Don’t you fucking dare. If you’ve cheated today that explains why I’ve always lost to you. Trudgen, keep going.”

Vicrul carefully nudges you off his lap, and walks over to the table too. “Ushar cheats? Oh fucking hell, I’ve lost so many credits to you over Sabacc! Keep looking, Trudgen!”

Even Ap’lek’s attention turns towards the card argument. Glancing around to see everyone occupied, you get off the couch. Sneaking across the floor, and the door and down the hall, you sniff the air repeatedly, trying to catch Kylo’s scent. You’re not too sure why you want to go find Kylo, but you know you do. Or, at least, you thought you did. Because when you try to sniff out Kylo down the long hallway, you catch the scent of something else. Something that smells alpha, to be sure, but so… oddly alpha. Instead of some heavy masculine scent with musk or amber or even sandalwood, you smell something that’s much closer to clean laundry, with a hint of earth. If anything, it reminds you of a trip your highschool once took to Naboo, where groups of your class stayed in little two bedroom cabins and had to do your laundry outside in but wooden pales, and hand the freshly washed clothing over ropes to dry.

Laundry detergent. Crisp, cold mountain water. Endless fields of grass.

For a moment, you can forget that you’re in deep space, headed towards Wild Space for some unknown reason. You close your eyes partially, trying to let your nose guide you as much as you can. It takes you after that fresh, clean scent, down several hauls, up a few ladders, until you’re standing outside what you’re pretty sure, given the layout of most starships you’ve been on, is the cockpit. On bigger vessels, it might be a bridge, with multiple pilots, and gunners (or as pretentious officers called them, aiming system specialists). But this vessel, you suspected, would just have a small cockpit.

You reached up, knocking on the door as it wouldn’t open when you waved your hand over the panel. Your biometrics weren’t added to this ship yet.

A moment passed, and then the door opened, revealing Kuruk, in all his unmasked glory. He looked down at you, his blue eyes going from annoyed and harsh to soft and curious when he saw it was you, and not another Knight. His dirty blonde hair was a bit disheveled, and you wondered if that’s just what it looked like when he removed his helmet, or if he had run his fingers through his own hair, disturbing any neat state he might have combed it into that morning.

It takes you a second to realize you were staring, and you look away from his face, looking straight ahead to his chest.

“Lost?” He asks quietly.

“Uh- well, I mean… kind of? I guess? I mean I meant to walk down here, but I don’t really know where anything is on this ship, like, at all, so I guess I’m technically lost, but I- uh, intended to come down here so-”

His finger finds your chin, angling your face up to force you to look him in the eyes. “Is something wrong?”

You struggle for a moment to try and figure out how to say that you had legitimately scent tracked this man for no other reason than he smelled calm and safe and you would rather be around him than the alphas who you could barely hear still yelling about the card game from several hallways over.

“Kylo told me to- uh, wait with the others, and I did at first but…”

Kuruk cocks his head to the side, seemingly listening, and then sighs, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. “What are they fighting about, now?”

You grinned a little, shrugging. “Ushar cheats at Sabacc, apparently.”

Kuruk gives a little chuckle, “So you ran off when they started arguing? Probably a good thing. If they find out Ushar was cheating, they’re going to beat him bloody. Nothing fit for you to see.”

You stiffen a little, and Kuruk notices, his hand moving slowly from your chin to the top of your head, giving a little pat. “Nothing to worry about, little one. It’s all happened before. So, did you take off down the hall to try and find Kylo? Because I’m afraid you went the opposite way.”

You shook your head, “No, actually. I uh… I kinda smelled you. And… liked it. So I came this way.”

Kuruk seems a bit taken back by your statement, before breaking into a little grin with a slight blush. “Oh? You did?”

You glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of the cockpit. He had the typical pilot’s seat and controls, but a cot was also set up in the corner. On top of the cot was just a foam mattress topper, maybe two inches thick, a sheet, pillow and blanket. But underneath the cot, to your immediate delight and shock, were about six other blankets.

You looked back up at Kuruk, “May I come in?”

Kuruk stood to the side, letting you slip past, and you marched right over to his cot, kneeling down to inspect the blanket hoard beneath it.

“These are yours?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I like to have some variety. Depending on whatever planet we go to, there’s different temperatures, levels of humidity. I like being comfortable, and there’s nothing worse that freezing outside of bed but sweating under the blanket. So… I’ve-”

He cut himself off, watching you pull out the two thickest ones. “What are you doing?”

You looked up at him, suddenly realizing you had intruded into his personal space and were effectively about to use his things without permission. “Um… nesting?”

His eyes widen almost comically, seemingly able to be blown over with a slight wind. “You’re- you want- here?”

“Yes. Is that okay?” You asked timidly.

“Yes, of course it is!” Kuruk spit out immediately, then growing a bit quieter as he continued. “Do you need anything else? I can go get the blankets from your room? I saw you have a stuffed tooka, I could get that too?”

“No, this is fine.” You said, beginning to unfold the blankets and lay them out on his cot. “Would you sit with me?”

If Kuruk blushed any harder he’d be redder than a tomato. “Sure. Yeah, sure.”

You finish up the nest, making sure that there’s a thick blanket around the edge of the cot against the wall, so anyone on that edge won’t brush against cold metal while laying down. Kuruk fiddles with the controls for a minute, making sure the autopilot was still working and all fluid levels were good before walking over.

You pointed at the cot, telling him to climb in ahead of you. The cot wasn’t quite big enough for two people, but you didn’t mind. That just meant you would have to lay almost entirely on top of him.

Some part of you wonders why you’re being so open with Kuruk. A nest is important, personal to an omega, and you’re nearly shoving this stranger into yours. Maybe it’s the foreign environment, or the bickering alphas down the hall, or being carried around for half an hour by Kylo Ren, the alpha-ist-alpha-to-ever-alpha, or a combination of all of that which leads you to climb into your nest, lay down on top of Kuruk, and wiggle around a bit until you’ve found the perfect place on his chest to rest your head.

You give a happy little chirp, followed by a yawn.

Kuruk is still, very still, for a long time. You’re right on the edge of sleep when you feel him shift ever so slightly to press a kiss to the top of your head.

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sith-lords-consort · 4 years ago

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Zoologist Interrupted| (kylo ren x reader)

multi-chapter fic, rated: M

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previous chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI

XVII

Sleep evades you that night.

You toss and turn and replay the things you said over and over. You're both mentally high-fiving and bitch-slapping yourself. What you said to Kylo isn't true.

Well, not entirely.

You love spending time with him. In fact, it might be the only thing that brings you feelings of joy on the ship.

But you wish he wasn't always playing these psychological games with you. Since he has all the power and you none, they are ruthless, insensitive games for him to play. They torment you, and at long last, they'd broken you down.

Still, you miss him already and believe you won't be able to stay mad for long. Likely, you will be crawling back into his bed by tomorrow.

At three in the morning, there's a knock on your door, and you peek out to see that it's a stormtrooper.

That's got to be a bad sign, right? A late-night stormtrooper.

"Can I help you?"

"Let me in." You recognize the voice at once.

"Kylo?"

He makes an impatient noise in his throat, and the door is opened with a wave of his hand, and you back into your living area as he strides in. Once the door is closed, he takes off the helmet and shakes out his hair a bit.

"What the hell, Kylo? Why are you dressed as a stormtrooper?" You cross your arms over your chest, still unwilling to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him.

There's a frantic look in his eyes as he steps closer to you, "I don't have much time to explain, but they can't know it was me."

"What do you mean they can't know it was you? What are you talking ab-," you break off when the realization hits you, and your eyes grow wide as you reel backward, "Oh no. No, no, no. You're going to murder me, aren't you? Shit. Fuck! I knew my mouth would get me killed. My aunt Karen used to always tell me my mouth was going to get me-,"

"No!" Kylo frowns and extends his arms out to you, "No. You have it all wrong. I'm not here to... kill you. How could you think that?"

You arch an eyebrow at his outstretched hand, "Um, you don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to controlling your temper."

On a sigh, he takes back his hand, raking it with frustration through his hair.

"No. I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to help you escape."

. . . .

Human minds work best with compartmentalization.

It's the best way we know how to understand complex concepts: good/bad, right/wrong, love/hate, sweet/salty, introvert/extrovert, etc. For example, we group animals into phyla, then work from these groups we've shoehorned them in to help us understand evolution.

However, as any biologist will tell you, compartmentalization is not the best system. Some animals could fit into multiple groups but aren't different enough to warrant their own. Most living things don't fit into boxes. They exist in a continuum, somewhere along a sliding scale.

(There's a point to this, hang in there.)

This anti-dichotomy spectrum isn't just limited to the concept of evolution. It also applies to emotions, personality traits, sex, gender, and many other images of humanity - including stress responses.

We like to group these responses into the categories fight, flight, freeze, and fawn. People will say things such as, "I'm a fighter," or "I freeze," but the truth is, an individual's response can be variable with the situation.

Case and point: When Crait was under attack, you exhibited a fight response primarily. You've demonstrated a fawn response on more than one occasion with Hux. But as Kylo is telling you, he's going to help you escape - you freeze.

You're in a daze as he explains to you how he's paid off a merchant to put you in a box on a shipping vessel scheduled to leave in less than two hours. The ship will deliver you to a trading outpost where you can take a shuttle back to Crait, contact the GSF, tell them where you are and what's been happening, or go back home.

Where even is home anymore?

You're listless while he shows you what's in the bag he brought for you. He's packed a satchel of credits, some nutrition bars, and several bottles of water. It's when he shows you the last two things - a flashlight and two latest editions of the Galactic Journal of Entomology - that your breathing becomes shallow, and your eyes fill with tears.

Like a mute, obedient dog, you follow his directions. Once you've put on the black leggings and shirt he's provided, Kylo takes off the exterior components of the stormtrooper armor and puts them on you - tightening and adjusting as needed to fit onto your smaller frame.

As he does this, he details the path to the loading dock, making you restate the plan back to him with every step to be sure you understand it. There's an urgent, authoritative quality to the way he's speaking to you, and for the first time, you see firsthand what a great leader he's capable of being.

When you go to your closet to pull out your things, something tumbles off the shelf. You bend down and pick it up, feeling its weight in your palm.

It's the piece of the glass flyer hive you salvaged from Crait. The only remnant of your research you were able to recover. A relic from another life.

"You need to get going. Are you ready?"

Kylo fills the doorway to your bedroom, just as he had all those weeks ago on the first night he'd asked to sleep in your bed with you. The first time you’d seen his face. It's difficult for you to meet his eyes. You can make it as far as his chin.

Is this it? Are these the last moments I'll ever spend with Kylo Ren?

You refuse to believe this. Someone as majestic as Kylo doesn't just walk into your life, make a huge impact and then just leave. It's not possible. It can't be.

Right?

"Why the secrecy? Aren't you the Supreme Leader? Can't you just like… order my release or something?"

He shakes his head once, a lock of raven hair falls into his eyes. "There's no time to explain. I wish it were that simple." He shoots an anxious sideways glance at the clock.

According to the timetable, you'll need to leave ASAP if you're going to make it.

More time, I wish we had more time. I wish I could tell you I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you I didn't mean those things I said to you. I wish I had more time to understand the feelings I have for you.

Kylo steps forward and places a palm on your cheek, "I know, me too. But we don't have time. You need to leave now."

"Here." Your chin wobbles as you press the piece of the crystal hive into his hand, "I want you to have it."

He steps back and tips his chin down to gaze at it. Meanwhile, you sling the bag over your shoulder and take one last look at your tiny home.

No. Not home. Prison.

This place, this ship, this menagerie it’s your prison. You remind yourself firmly of this fact, set your jaw, and steel your resolve.

"Kylo?"

When he looks up, you see his eyes are brimming with tears.

A lump begins to form in your throat, and you swallow it back, forcing yourself to be strong.

I'm a prisoner here.

"Thank you for this, Kylo."

Then, moving quickly, so you don't change your mind, you turn around and reach out to grab the helmet on the table by the door. But Kylo stops you, putting his hand over yours while turning you to face him with the other on your hip.

Before you can comprehend what's happening, Kylo's hands have relocated to frame your face, and he's stooping down to put his lips on yours.

. . . .

The cargo crate isn't spacious, but you've been able to maneuver enough to shed the outer armor of your stormtrooper disguise and get the things from your bag if needed.

In the darkness, you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Repeating the instructions Kylo had given you.

'Once you land at the outpost, someone will knock five times on the front of the crate. After that, count to one hundred and then use the tools in the crate to open it. You'll be in the basement of a cantina, so go up the stairs to….'

Soft but burning, tender yet despairing.

Usually, an internal monologue interruption as over-the-top as this would have you chastising yourself for senselessness. However, these are hardly usual circumstances.

So, instead, a shiver runs up your spine. You press the tips of your fingers to your lips and remember.

You've had your fair share of first kisses, but this one… this one puts them all to shame.

Some of your previous kisses indeed made you wish for the existence of a time machine, but in those cases, you'd wanted to go back and change something. To go back and stop them from happening, or to make part of it better or different.

But this time, if you could go back in time, it would merely be to experience the kiss again, and again, and again exactly as it was.

His lips would move the same way against yours, with an identical amount of pressure. And when he skated his tongue across your bottom lip, you'd still open your mouth to him while you twined your fingers into his hair (finally!).

He'd still make that guttural sound, like a wounded animal, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. You'd still feel the tremble on his mouth from the effort it takes him to drag himself away from you. And his eyes would still travel over every square inch of your face. As if he were trying to sear your features into his memory before putting the helmet over your head.

But would I still leave? This is the real question.

It's not too late. A masochistic voice croons in your head.

The cargo is still being loaded around you. You're still on the Star Destroyer. You're still in the same space as Kylo. You can still feel him on your lips.

Here is a list of reasons why it would be insane for you to get out of this crate (if you don't realize this already - you love lists of things):

This is a warship. You HATE war. You hate guns. You hate fire. You hate violent death. You study life, for fuckssake!

You are passionate about your research. You want to get back to it - or what's left of it.

It's insulting and degrading to have to be a zookeeper of the saddest zoo known to man at the behest of a spoiled-brat animal collector. As previously stated, it goes against everything you stand for.

For the umpteenth time: You're a prisoner here. Why the hell would you not escape?

A brief mind-blowing mini-make-out session with some brooding-baby-war-lord doesn't justify staying here… does it?

It absolutely DOES NOT. You know more than anyone that there will always be another person who you'll want to bone. It's biology. And you're a biologist…. REMEMBER?!

Yes. There will be another Kylo Ren. Just because you can't recall ever feeling this way about anyone before doesn't mean you should stay.

Repeat after me: You. Are. A. Scientist. And. Scientists. Do. Not. Make. Decisions. Based. On. FEELINGS.

And just like that, the choice is taken from you because you feel the cargo ship taking off of the Star Destroyer.

Good. This is what I want.

It is.

...

Isn't it?

#kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader

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Zoologist Interrupted| (kylo ren x reader)

multi-chapter fic, rated: M

read on AO3

previous chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV

Ten minutes and two awkward rides on lifts later, you stop outside a door with two stormtroopers standing guard.

"This is her?" one asks, doing a curious scan of you. You cross your arms over your chest defensively.

Phasma nods once and says, "Remember, the Supreme Leader has ordered that her presence here be confidential. If word of this gets out, we'll all face his wrath. Understand?"

Wait. What?

You look between the two, your eyes as wide as saucers. You’d been preparing yourself for a whole, ‘keep-me-company’ scenario, in which the obviously damaged Ren requests you act as an emotional band aid. You’d been expecting something easy to brush off. But this… there’s an undertone of gravity in the way Phasma speaks.

The troopers salute their superior and step aside to let her in. Since you're still trying to puzzle out the cryptic exchange, and you've never been good at multitasking, your feet stay unintentionally anchored to the spot. This means Phasma has to double back to pull you into the room.

Not unlike the man himself, Kylo's quarters look nothing like you expect them to be. While the space has the same functional sterility as the rest of the ship, it's completely white.

Honestly, it's no wonder the guy has high anxiety and finds solace in your touch. Because there is not a single thing about this place that suggests natural life of any kind. Nothing in his space is organic or soothing, or human. It's a habitat fit for a droid - and you're pretty sure Kylo Ren isn't a droid.

Upon entering, you're guided down a narrow flight of stairs into a sort of central hexagonal room off of which branches three additional flights of stairs. The architectural design is irregular and non-intuitive. The only things that aren't sterile, unsettling, white are a window looking out into the void of space and a black shrine built for an odd melted mask.

This space, Kylo's space, raises the hair on the back of your neck. It triggers your animal response, putting you on edge, making you skittish. You're torn between your desire to flee and your curiosity to see what nonsense the Supreme Leader will be requesting of you now.

Abruptly a medical doctor emerges from one of the stairwells. She appears worn out, and the red smudges of blood that splatter her white uniform are disconcerting.

Her presence is ominous, and the tentacles of worry start to creep into your thoracic cavity.

"How's he doing?" At the alarming waver in Phasma's voice, the tentacles start to wind around your heart and lungs. They reach up to make the nerves sensitive along your jawline and fine-tune your auditory receptors so you won't miss a word.

"With the help of the… resources provided by his connection on Exegol, I was able to get everything under control. I have him on some concentrated iron supplements. He's young. He should heal fast. Still, with that much blood loss… it's not a pretty sight." With every syllable the doctor utters, another vertebra in your spine stiffens, so by the time she's done, you're standing at full attention.

Why did she say 'resources' like that? Like it was something illegal? What is 'Exegol'? And why does it sound familiar? Blood loss? Lots of blood loss? What. Is. Happening?!

The doctor slides her weary gaze on you, "Is this her?"

"Yes. It's me." Your impatience has you acting manic. You speak fast and short and impatient. "You're not supposed to tell anyone I'm here, yadda, yadda, yadda. Now, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on here? What happened to Kylo?"

"There was an… incident." She uses her professional, compassionate physician voice.

"No shit." You roll your eyes. You're agitated, and when you're agitated, you react like any mature, well-adjusted, grown-ass woman would: you become petulant and sarcastic.

It's not her fault that she was trained to break horrible news to people slowly - but you need to know what level of freakout you should be at, and you need to know ASAP.

Phasma, in all her efficient goodness, is the one who finally explains, "The Supreme Leader was going to confront a Jedi on Kef Bir. She'd found something he needed. He told me to stay back, that he didn't want to spook her. He'd said he didn't want there to be any violence if possible."

"A Jedi? But I thought I read… I guess I just thought there weren't many… or any Jedi's left."

"The bitch is a Jedi, alright. And she stabbed the Supreme Leader right in the stomach with her lightsaber." At this, your eyes get (somehow) even wider - they may be at risk for popping entirely out of your head soon. Phasma continues. "When I saw it happen, I ran out of hiding. She was crouched over him. Talking to him." Her voice is dripping with disdain. It's terrifying.

Remind me to never get on Phasma's bad side.

"But when she saw me, she fled. I was going to go after her but thought it would be better to get The Supreme Leader back to the Star Destroyer."

"I thought -," you have to stop and clear your throat, it's becoming difficult to speak, "I mean, how is he bleeding so much? I thought that lightsabers cauterize the wounds they inflict?"

The doctor raises an eyebrow at you, "You know a lot about lightsabers for an entomologist."

"I've been reading up on them...," you trail off as you register the last part of her statement, "How do you know I'm an entomologist?"

"In general, you're correct about lightsabers. However, it becomes more challenging to cauterize a vessel in some internal organs, like the spleen and liver, with perfuse vasculature." The doctor answers your first question.

"Oh."

"And I know your profession because the only thing the Supreme Leader has spoken of since he's been in my care on board tonight is you. He's been asking to see you."

Your mind feels disorganized with unanswered questions and powerful but confusing emotions. But you've never been keen on hysterics. Sure, you've been prone to bouts of depression and wallowing about your circumstance, but wild emotions have always seemed senseless to you.

What use is falling apart going to do now? You pause to collect yourself and consider the objective information you've been given and integrate it with the subjective.

So, he's been hurt, but he'll survive. That warrants, what, like a level three freakout? Am I still allowed to be mad at him? I mean, she said he's gonna make it. But… he is asking for me, which, I must admit, is very sweet.

You're on the fence about how you're going to play it until Phasma takes you up the staircase that leads to his bedroom. She taps a code onto the door to open it.

And then you see him.

So much for not being "keen on hysterics."

So much for trying to rationalize away "wild emotions."

You clap your hands over your mouth to stifle the gasp.

If Kylo was pale before, he's positively hypoxic now, titanium white with a greenish-blue hue. The edges of his mouth are cyanotic, and he's covered in a fine mist of sweat. Though his eyes are closed, his brows are knit together in pain. He is hooked up to several machines, and a large bandage is wrapped tightly across his abdomen.

You don't remember how you get to his side, but you're there with your fingers flitting restlessly above him. You long to touch him, but you're scared you'll hurt him. Kylo solves your dilemma by catching your hand in his and bringing it to his cheek.

His eyes are barely open, "You came."

Of course, I fucking came. Don't you know? I'm attached to you. I'm addicted to you. I tried not to be, but here I am.

But you don't say these words out loud. Instead, you laugh through your tears - oh yeah, you're crying (when did that happen?) - and croak, "I didn't have a choice, did I? The Supreme Leader ordered it."

You regret the words instantly. They were meant as a joke, but from the troubled downward twitch of Kylo's beautiful mouth, you know they bother him, "You always have a choice with me."

You bring his hand up to your cheek and hold it there. He brushes away your tears there with his thumb.

From the way his breathing rate has increased, you can tell he's already exhausted himself. When he speaks, it sounds strained, "I want you to be here, but you don't have to be if you don't want to be. Do you want to be here?"

A tremendous, terrifying emotion swells in your chest, constricting your larynx, making it impossible for you to speak. So in answer to his question, you very carefully rest your cheek on his chest - wanting to listen to his heartbeat, needing to hear the proof he's alive.

There's nowhere else I want to be. I can't leave now, I'd have to cut the web of attachment, and somehow it's more significant than it was before. And I'm afraid if I do that, it'll hurt more than I can bear.

I'm so fucked.

. . . .

After twelve taxing hours by Kylo's side (minus thirty minutes to tend to your animals), he finally wakes up.

You've spent the time fretting over, dozing next to, and worrying about him. And though he doesn't look healthy, he seems a million times better than he did before.

You're sitting next to his bed, trying and failing to read a section on kaadu mating in your text while gnawing on your thumbnail (gnawing is not just a vulptex stress response). When a large hand with long, graceful fingers lays across the top of your foot, which you've propped up on the mattress, you startle and look up to see Kylo watching you, a worried expression on his face.

The sight of him being concerned about you is hilarious. You're not the one who's been prancing around ocean moons, getting stabbed with lavaswords.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" He rasps, his vocal cords weakened from disuse.

Before you answer him, you set your book aside and move to sit on the edge of the bed. When you put your hand on his forehead and smooth out the anxious creases, he closes his eyes and sighs. The pressure in your chest begins to build again. And for some reason, you feel like you're seconds away from crying.

"I've slept." It's technically not a lie. You think you might've dozed off here and there.

He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of your face, "Liar."

You smirk.

"Come sleep." He tries to tug you down to him, but he's either still incredibly weakened from his injury, or he's only half-trying because you resist easily.

"I'll sleep if you tell me exactly how you got yourself into this predicament." You cock your head to indicate the bandages on his stomach.

He frowns and shakes his head.

You're not surprised, but you still tsk, "Well then, no deal."

There are several measures of loaded eye contact between the two of you. And when I say loaded, I mean looooaaaded.

This eye contact has got you waxing poetic about the intricate details of his irises (warm hazel with flecks of green and gold) and holding your breath. It's only when his stomach makes a loud rumbling noise that the spell is broken.

Glancing in the direction of his abdomen, you ask, "Hungry?"

He does a little guilty shrug before remembering he's gotten himself skewered like a shish kabob and winces.

"Yeah... I imagine it's going to be painful to move for the next few days." You state the obvious. And then an idea lights up your whole face, "Can we make Hux come in here to cook for us? You are technically his boss, right?"

You're half-joking, but Kylo doesn't even crack a baby smile. "Hux can't know about… this." He gestures with his hand to the space between the two of you.

Two thoughts come into your head simultaneously:

So something is going on between us, and it's not one-sided! EEEEEEE!!

Wait. Why the fuck can't Hux know about us? Is Kylo ashamed of me?

"No, no, no." He grits through his teeth as he sits up and grabs your hands, "It's nothing like that. I'm not ashamed of you. Not at all." Pausing here, he brushes some hair back from your face. And when his eyes rest on your lips, you feel your cheeks warm.

With a resigned sigh, he looks back to your eyes and continues, "Hux hates me, and if he sees anything he can use against me - he will. Including you."

"Hold on!" In your sleep-deprived state, it's taken you longer than usual to catch it. But once you do, you narrow your eyes at him, "Can you…," you hesitate because you're about to ask him a crazy question, a question that's been hovering in your subconscious for quite some time, "Can you read my mind?"

"Sometimes." He waves this away as if it's not the most ambiguous answer to one of the most weighty questions you've ever asked someone.

Then leans in. His face is no-nonsense but so close, you suck in a shaky breath, "Listen to me." He speaks in a low, earnest tone, "I need to make sure you understand. He can't know."

Although you really want to go back to how he said he can "sometimes" read your mind and make him elaborate since it goes against everything you thought you knew about biological processes, you nod.

You do this because the look of fear mixed with the grimace of pain on his face is so heart-wrenching. You just need him to relax.

Later. You think, I'll make him tell me later.

As he eases back down to his pillow on an exhale, he nods with his eyes closed and answers, "Yeah. I'll explain later."

#kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader

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sith-lords-consort · 4 years ago

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Maul, his wife, and their five oc children are having a lovely meal today, and they wish you happy holidays.

#darth maul #maul #darth maul x reader

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sith-lords-consort · 4 years ago

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Clyde Logan fries his turkey.

That is all.

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader

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I Loved You Once Ch 4

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo X OC

Chapter Summary: You and Kylo have a heart to heart.

MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Arranged marriage, mentions of death of a parent, politics, mentions of death.

My mind went through a hundred different possibilities. Any half-logical explanation as to why this man who could not possibly be Ben somehow stood here with his face. Well, not exactly his face. He was older, paler, darkened skin under his eyes. His nose was a little narrower, and longer. His hair, still jet black, was so longer and curlier than the windswept tousled locks I had run my fingers through as a love struck teenage girl. It covered his ears completely, so I couldn’t tell if he had finally grown into them or if they were still a touch too large for his face.

He could be a clone of Ben. Or a completely different man, who surgically changed his face to look exactly like Ben. Maybe some dark side force technique to make him look like Ben temporarily. This just couldn’t be Ben. Ben was sweet, kind, gentle, and all the things that the First Order, and it’s leader, were not. Ben wouldn’t order entire villages, whole cities, bombed because a resistance fighter was hiding among them. Ben wouldn’t erase history to try and brainwash a population’s children into worshipping the First Order. And if Ben was alive, nothing in the galaxy would have kept him from me. Not for this long.

The Supreme Leader stepped closer to me, towering over me in a far too familiar way. Like when Ben had pushed me against walls to lean over and tease me about my height, or pretend to cage me in place with his arms, taunting me that I could only free myself by giving my jailer a kiss.

This wasn’t a lover’s tease. This was a threat.

“Unless, you intend to break the law? I don’t think I could allow a monarch with such blatant disrespect for their own laws to stay on any throne, even one not under the First Order’s rule.” Kylo said.

“Well…” I started, grasping for any handhold in this situation. “I suppose, once you prove that you are indeed, Ben Solo-”

“I need to prove that I am myself?” Kylo asked harshly.

“Ben Solo was reported dead, and I don’t believe you are him.” I said firmly. “We’ll have to do some type of genetic, testing, and-”

Something tugged around my neck, and I glanced down to see the leather cord of my necklace slip out from beneath my dress collar. At the end of it hung the teal kyber crystal, Kylo’s outstretched hand raising to meet it, and balancing it delicately between his pointed finger and thumb. “I remember when I got this for you.”

My breath caught in my throat, as he continued. No one had ever seen the necklace Ben had given me. He had kept it secret from his Uncle, I hadn’t told my parents because that would have required me admitting to sneaking out at night with Ben. I had never worn it unless it was tucked under my clothing, as the rough leather strap was inappropriate court attire. No one even knew I had it. No one but Ben.

“I pulled it out of an ancient Jedi’s tomb. His hands, just bones by then, were still clutching his weapon. I knew there was something special inside of it, something I wanted you to have. When I pulled it out, I knew I had been right all along. Never before had I seen a kyber crystal of that color, and it suited you perfectly.” Kylo finished.

Ben had never told you that part. Just that he had found it while exploring an ancient temple. He said nothing about a tomb or a corpse. Though, I suppose, that would have made it much less romantic.

I turned my head slightly, looking past Kylo Ren and at Duke Narrled. “I’ll need you to uh… start coordinating plans for… for a wedding.”

Lord Emert looked like he'd been shot. “Your highness?!”

I gave him the sternest look I could manage with my stomach doing somersaults. “My betrothed has come to claim his throne. Assist Duke Narrled.”

He still looked torn, but seemed to accept his task. General Hux cleared his throat, “We’ll need the wedding done this evening.”

“This evening!?” Lord Emert asked, bewildered. “A royal wedding takes weeks to prepare for!”

“Tonight.” Hux said firmly.

“Our traditions are sacred to us, and bring great joy to the people.” Lord Emert snapped. “Especially those living in the capitol who profit from the feast. Children get the day off school, factories close-”

“Then you should hurry to send word to the factories.” General Hux snapped.

I dared a glance up at Kylo, Ben, whatever he was called. He returned my gaze, and then turned to look over his shoulder at the dozen or so in the room. “Leave.”

Everyone hesitated, even Hux raised an eyebrow at Kylo. I cleared my throat, daring to speak against him. “They’ll need the holo-terminal to assist in planning the event. Perhaps… we could step outside?”

Kylo clenched his jaw, taking a breath to seemingly calm himself. I had always hated men with tempers, and needing to calm himself just from someone suggesting a different method to achieve the same effect was… a bad sign. However, he tucked his helmet under one arm, turned to the door, and offered me his other arm. I took it, allowing him to escort me out of the throne room, down the hall, and towards the back of the palace. There, we walked out the back entrance and into the garden behind the palace.

We stood in silence for a while. I couldn’t decide if it was an awkward silence or a loaded silence. Finally, I sat down on a stone bench next to some hanging bell flowers. Kylo set next to me, setting his helmet down on the other side of him.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.” He affirmed.

“Kriff I- I don’t even have a dress.” I said, trying to breath evenly and not cry anymore than I did last night.

“I like the one you’re wearing.” He offered.

“A wedding dress, Ben-”

“That’s not my name anymore.” He said firmly.

I paused. There were so many questions I had, and I didn’t know which one to ask first. Maybe with one answer, a million more questions would come. But what I mostly wanted to know… “What happened?”

It was a whisper, barely. And so desperate sounding I almost wanted to smack myself upside the head.

He hesitated, so I probed deeper. “The last time you called me, you told me that you chose me. That you were coming to marry me, and the next morning, your mother told me you were dead. She said the temple was burned down, destroyed by the sith. What. Happened.”

“That sounds like something she would say.” Kylo said coldly. I leaned back a bit from his tone, and he sighed. “I chose you. I went to bed, knowing that the next day I would have you in my arms, and I would never let you go. When I woke up, Luke Skywalker was trying to kill me.”

I felt myself flinch at the information. Ben had always had a somewhat uneasy relationship with Luke, but it was never violent. They were often frustrated with each other, but Ben practically worshipped his uncle, and Ben was Luke’s best student. None of that made sense.

“I beat him. I fought him off.” Kylo bit out. “He was always afraid of me, of my potential. That’s why he was always holding me back, always trying to weaken me with patience.”

I paled, remembering the rest of Leia’s story. “She… she said the temple was burned. What… Did you-”

“No.” He snapped. “I don’t know how it happened. I think… I think Snoke might have done it, but I didn’t. There was… lightning. A lot of it. And then the fire happened, and an explosion and…”

I reached over, placing my hand on his knee. He stiffed for a moment, like he hadn’t been touched in all the years we’d been apart. It took a moment, a slightly too long moment, for his hand to rest over mine.

“And I found Snoke. Then the Knights. I killed- I killed Hennix. And Voe. The leader of the Knights, Ren, he killed Tai.”

I felt tears prickling my eyes, not just at the loss of some lovely acquaintances of mine, but because I could feel Kylo, through the force. Not as strong as I could feel Ben, years ago, but strong enough. I could feel the pain of him losing Tai. Tai had been his best friend, sometimes closer than even I had been with Ben. Tai was the first friend Ben took on the Millennium Falcon. The one friend he would brag to me about, so happy to bring him along on visits to me if Tai wasn’t busy.

Tai and I had gotten along well, despite some jealousy I had of him initially. Tai had a way of being friends with everyone, and talking to anyone like they had been friends of years. It was nice to have another person my own age who didn’t treat me like royalty.

I wanted to just pull Kylo into my arms, to tell him everything was okay, and that I’d do everything I could to make him happy again. He was keeping most of his mental shields up, not letting me feel or see much of anything, but I didn’t need to use the force to know what he felt. He had no one. His parents were gone, his uncle, his friends, everyone had either abandoned him, betrayed him, or he had been forced to kill them.

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” I asked.

Kylo let out a breath, turning to face me head on. His hands came up to either side of my face, holding me, thumbs grazing over my cheeks and wiping away tears I didn’t know I had shed. “Snoke said you were a weakness. If I had tried to pursue you earlier, he would have had me kill you.”

“Snoke has been dead for over a year.” I pointed out.

“I had… things to do.” He said vaguely. “The First Order took priority for a while. Things were in a state of turmoil, and I-”

I put a hand up, gently placing two fingers over his lips. “Forget I asked. It’s- it’s okay. You’re here now.”

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his back and resting my head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you. So, so much.”

His arms circled my form, pulling me closer. One hand rested on top of my head, his fingers trying to run through my hair. I flinched at the tug of several bobby pins, pulling away with a laugh.

Kylo squinted, realizing what he had done. “Sorry. I, uh… you never really wore your hair up like that before.”

“Not when you came to visit, no.” I agreed, reaching up and slowly pulling out the many bobby pins my handmaiden had pushed in this morning. “Mother knew it wasn’t worth it to try and doll me up for your visits. All we would do is run outside and get dirty. You taught me to climb trees, remember?”

Kylo chuckled, glancing towards the edge of the garden. He pointed at the tree he found there, “That one, right?”

I looked over, seeing the same white-barked tree with wide, twisting branches. “Yes, that one. I tore my dress in three different places, came home covered in dirt and scratches. Mother threw a fit about my dress, talking about needing to mend it, and how the grass stains would never come out.”

Kylo was quiet for a moment. “Your mother.”

I had finished pulling all the bobby pins out, and let my hair fall down around my shoulders, my scalp aching in relief. The way he had referred to her made me pause, remembering what she had done.

“She’s a traitor to the First Order.” Kylo said, intent behind his statement.

“No she isn’t.” I said firmly. When Kylo frowned, I continued. “You cannot be a traitor to something you don’t belong to. There was no agreement between Amatia and the First Order.”

“You’re defending her.” Kylo said, his voice raising slightly.

“I’m not.” I said calmly. “She offered asylum to the rebellion without permission from me, and I punished her for it.”

“Where is she?” He asked.

“Locked up in her new rooms.” I said flatly. “She has no titles, no land, she can’t do anything to the First Order anymore.”

“Locked up in a grand set of rooms, three meals fit for a queen a day. Yes, such an awful punishment.” Kylo said bitterly. “She didn’t just go against the First Order, Jay. She went against me. You understand that, don’t you?”

I took a deep breath, trying to remind myself that, yes, I was a queen and would usually never let anyone speak to me like that, but Kylo wasn’t used to having anyone of higher or equal rank than him. This would take time. “Kylo, I don’t think she knew who you were.”

“She must have.” Kylo argued. “My mother would have told her.”

“If she knew who you were, she would have told me.” I reasoned. “She knew the First Order was coming, she never would have left me unaware that my fiancé, who I thought was dead, was going to walk in the door.”

Kylo seemed to consider that. He knew how my mother treated me as a child and teenager, the near obsessive level she would educate me and teach me. She would never leave me in the dark about something like that.

He took a breath, steadying himself before looking into my eyes sternly, unshakable. “If she ever helps the resistance again, ever contacts them, ever contacts General Organa, she will face a traitor’s death.”

“I’ll talk to her.” I promised. “I’ll make her understand, she’ll have to. Once she knows who you are, I mean… She wants me to be happy. She mourned you too.”

Kylo reached out his hand again, tucking your chin between his pointed finger and thumb to look into your eyes again, softer this time. “You don’t need to mourn me. I’m here.”

“Will you… will you stay here?” I asked. “I know the First Order moves around a lot.”

“I can run the First Order from here most of the time.” Kylo said. “On occasions where I’m needed elsewhere, you’ll come with me.”

“I can’t be away from Amatia for too long.” I warned him. “Unlike the First Order, delegation doesn’t do well here.”

Kylo sighed. “We’ll figure things out as we go. I’ve been away from you for too long, and I don’t intend on leaving your side anytime soon.”

We talked a little more, about things like the senate, and how Kylo planned on making Amatia the First Order’s main base, so the First Order would finally be represented in the senate. He talked about how he wanted to abolish the storm trooper program and bring back the clone army, even though General Hux was against it. He pouted a bit when I agreed with Hux, the clone army had been so expensive that poor people on Coruscant had died when resources like water and electricity had been cut off for them to be used on the clones. I wouldn’t stand for anything similar to it happening on Amatia.

I hesitantly mentioned the First Order education programs, and Kylo refused to budge on them. In fact, he changed the subject completely.

“You said you wanted a wedding dress? Right?” He probed.

“Well, I mean, kind of. And I know my mother would want me to have one.” I admitted.

“How long does it take to get one made?” Kylo asked.

“Um, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe a few days.”

Kylo grunted. “We can get married tomorrow.” He pulled out his com link, calling General Hux and quickly explaining that, “The date will be moved to tomorrow to give the Noble houses time to prepare. My wife will require a dress for the occasion.”

“Her size? Amatia wedding dress styles? Details, Supreme Leader. Please.” Hux stressed. I felt bad for him. He was a General, not a wedding planner. Generals strategized for combat, not for flower arrangements.

I leaned over, smiling in a friendly way. “My handmaidens can help you. They know all the local customs, they’ll practically plan the wedding themselves. Just tell them your timeline, General.”

General Hux paused, looking from me to Kylo. “Supreme leader, has she given up the location of the resistance?”

“Not on Amatia.” I said hastily. “The pocket of resistance fighters found here were transported off the planet last night, under my orders. Amatia has never sided with the resistance, and I had no interest in helping them.”

“And you didn’t think to turn them over to the First Order?” Hux asked angrily.

“Why would I do that?” I asked coyly. “Amatia had no affiliation with the First Order yesterday.”

Kylo turned his com link off quickly, turning to me with a sternness in his eyes I didn’t like. The ‘get your wife under control’ kind of sternness. “Jay… You didn’t know who I was, so I’m not going to hold that against you. But from now on, the resistance is an enemy of Amatia. They are your enemy. The enemy of your husband, your people.”

“Kylo, I know complete domination and control of the galaxy was Snoke’s goal, and maybe you pursue it because you think that’s just… what the dark side demands.” I said carefully. “But, for all his power and control, did Snoke seem happy to you?”

Kylo frowned, raising an eyebrow. “Happy?”

“Yes. Happy. Did Snoke seem happy?” I asked.

“No.” Kylo admitted. “Why does that matter?”

I stood up from the bench, offering Kylo my hand. “Come on, let me show you something.”

He stood, taking my hand and barely remembering to grab his helmet before I kicked my heels off and started running with him in tow. I rushed towards the castle walls, hiking my skirts up as I jogged up the stone steps to reach the peak of the wall, the stockings over my feet ripping as they ground against the rough floor.

We reached the top, and I pointed down towards the market outside of the palace gates. From here one could still make out people’s faces, and a few stood out to me. I pointed to a stall close by the wall, one my mother had marched me to almost twice a week for sourdough bread and secret cookies. Well, we called them secret cookies, but the only person who we kept the secret from was my father. He wouldn’t have cared, most likely, but mother telling me it was our secret made it special.

“See them?” The owner of the stall was a fair skinned man in his late thirties, too young for any grey in his hair, but the slightest tug of wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled. His wife was a short but wide woman with a friendly smile and a motherly voice. She had often winked at me as a child when she handed me a small strawberry cookie, telling me to remember it was a secret as my mother handed her husband the money.

“Yes.” Kylo affirmed.

“Do they look powerful to you?” I asked.

“No.” That was true. They were above the poverty line, as most people on Amatia were, but one bad month of business could send them crashing below it. One bad season for wheat, one sickness that was just slightly too difficult that kept them out of work, anything of the kind was always looming.

“Do they look happy?” I asked.

Kylo glanced down at the couple again as their son, a thin little boy about six, sprinted over to them, holding his head, complaining that his older brother had hit him too hard during their sword fight. Their older son, about eight, came walking over with his head hung low, both of their wooden swords in his hand. You saw the mother kiss her younger son as his father held him, her hand going to her belly as she laughed, hoping they got a girl this time.

Kylo was quiet for a while, before answering. “Yes.”

“What’s more important to you?” I asked. “Being powerful, or being happy?”

Kylo frowned, stepping closer to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. “I can have both. I have the First Order, and tomorrow I’ll have you.”

“Do you think I’ll stay if you’re massacring innocents?” I asked softly.

“If they hide the resistance, they’re not innocent.” Kylo argued. “They’re complicit in treason.”

“It’s not treason if they don’t belong to the First Order.” I said. “Kylo, if the First Order keeps behaving the way it is, the resistance is going to win. Not because they’re stronger, but because you can’t rule over ashes. The only thing left will be you, and people so sick of living in constant fear of you that they won’t care about your threats anymore.”

“You’re trying to turn me back.” Kylo spat out, his fingers digging into my shoulders painfully. I’d have bruises. I don’t care. “Back to the light. I refuse to be weak again!”

“I don’t know enough about either of them to turn you in any way.” I reasoned softly, bringing a hand up to touch his face. I brushed a strand of his dark curls out of his face, looking into his beautiful dark eyes. “I just want you to start thinking about your long term goals. You want to wipe the resistance out, what happens after that?”

Kylo faltered for a moment, questions popping up in his mind as he did so. “I- the First Order would expand to bring every planet in the galaxy under its rule.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“I rule.” He said shortly.

“And people will stay content under the First Order, after witnessing the death it rains down on every single person who dares to breathe a different opinion?” I asked. “Kylo, I don’t think even you want the future you’re pushing yourself towards.”

Kylo released you, turning away to look over the side of the wall, down at the many families gathering in the market to sell and buy for the day.

“What do you want?” Kylo asked.

“I’d love it if every planet prospered the way Amatia does.” I said. “Most planets facing food shortages don’t even have a shortage of food. Something keeps food from traveling it’s usual trade routes. Natural disasters, wars, greed of the upper classes.”

I took Kylo’s hand again, gently pulling him with me back down the stairs and into the castle. I walked him to the second floor, pointing at a long row of paintings on the far walls. “These are my family.”

I took him to the first painting, a family portrait that had somewhat faded with time. The husband wore a sharply pressed military uniform, his wife wearing the uniform of a combat nurse, and their two children dressed in clean, simple clothing. “The first of my lineage, King Troy Casshel. They came to power right after a planet wide civil war. He rose to power through military ranks, and once the dust settled, he was chosen to lead. He came from nothing, so the people felt safe trusting him over the noble born officers.”

I continued down the row of painting, casually pointing out which ones married in and which were of blood relation to me. Finally, I stopped at an extravagant portrait of a man sitting alone on the throne, fine robes and a crown on his head very different from the one I wore. He grinned like a mad man, seemingly in another world as this portrait was painted. “This is King Linol Casshel. He had a wife and three children, but refused to let them be in the portrait at the time. He had no sense of duty to his people. He drank his days away and spent money frivolously while his subjects grew poor and sick. He took money for public services and bought himself luxury spacecraft, and silk robes. And whores. Eventually, the people revolted, stormed the palace gates, and killed him. They hung his head up over the front door, and it stayed there for years, rotting away to bone. That ugly crown still nailed to his fat head. His wife tried to run but she was spotted and killed in the streets. A distant cousin barely managed to smuggle his children out of the city in barrels of oranges.”

I gestured down the line to the three empty picture frames decorating the wall next to his. “The throne was out of my family's grasp for three generations.”

We walked past them, reading the names etched onto the empty frames. Lily Casshel. Richard Casshel. Rindayal Casshel. The next frame actually held a painting. “This is my great grandfather. Rindor Casshel. He led a rebellion against the military that had seized power after the last rebellion, and claimed my family’s throne again.”

I turned to face Kylo, pleading with him to understand. “The only reason I can sit on that throne and wear this crown is because he knew what my father drilled into me every day. A monarch's duty is to their people. They outnumber us ten million to one, and the second they don’t want me on the throne anymore, I won’t be. Neither will you.”

Kylo looked over the long line of portraits I had led him down, then looked back to me. He gave my hand a squeeze, “What do you want me to do?”

“Make the First Order an authority the common man would feel safe living under. One he would be proud to work for, happy to see his children grow up under.” I said softly. “That’s how you make sure you stay in power.”

Kylo looked like a man torn. A man at war with himself and everything he wanted. I stepped closer to him, one hand going to the back of his neck to gently pull him down to my level so I could press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry. I know this is hard for you.”

Kylo nodded, staring at the ground as you wrapped your arms around him. “I don’t… I don’t think you’re wrong, but I don’t know how to do this.”

“I’ll teach you.” I whispered, hugging him tighter. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. I won’t let you fail.”

Kylo relaxed a bit in my arms, and I wanted to cry a little. Through the very thin, mostly broken force bond we had, I could feel how scary this was for him. He had been taught not to love anyone, and yet he had always loved me. He was taught to rule through fear and violence, and though he followed it, he knew it would get him nowhere. And the master he had chosen to follow had obviously not set him up for success, as Kylo had no idea what ruling a galaxy would actually entail. He knew how to fight wars and run a military. That was it.

I had to take this man, worn down, lonely, and violent, and make him into a King.

Kylo pulled back from me slightly, his hands going to cup my face. I felt it coming before I even saw him move. He leaned down, and my eyes fluttered closed right before he kissed me.

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Joint Custody Ch 4

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Knights of Ren X Omega Reader

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“An escape attempted already, little one?” Kylo asked, voice dangerous as he stepped closer to the couch. You had the sudden image of a grumpy Nexus stalking their prey.

“No.” You whispered, scrambling back from him and right into Vicrul’s lap.

The alpha laughed after a brief grunt at the sudden unexpected weight on his lap. Vicrul wrapped his arms around you, preventing you from running off any further. “Easy, omega. He’s just talking to you.” He turned his attention to Kylo. “She was just sneaking off to meet a little omega friend of hers. Omega bonding and all that, you know.”

Kylo seemed to relax slightly, regarding you with a little less anger in his expression. “I see. And where exactly were you going to meet this friend?”

“The cantina.” You said quietly, noting how his expression immediately looked displeased. “It’s usually empty at this hour.”

“Still a cantina.” Ap’lek piped up. “I’m not exactly a fan of any omega of mine going to a cantina unsupervised. Too many grabby alphas.”

“I’ve never gotten grabbed at before-”

“Let’s keep it that way.” Vicrul interrupted.

“We’ll need to postpone any outings for you until after our next mission.” Kylo said, before turning to the others. “Snoke needs us to check out an abandoned Jedi Temple in the outer rim.”

“Search and destroy, or search and confiscate?” Ushar asked.

“Depends on what we find.” Kylo waved off. “Get the others ready, and you-” He locks eyes with you. “Come.”

He turns to head back into his room, and Vicrul’s arms go slack giving you the freedom to scramble off his lap and reluctantly start walking after Kylo. You hadn’t even taken a full step before you felt someone’s hand smack against your bottom. Gasping and whirling around, you saw Vicrul with a toothy smirk and playful glint in his eye. “Go on, then.”

You scurried out of the living room, following Kylo into what seemed to be his own room. He was tossing a few bundles of black clothing into a suitcase. When he noticed you standing there, he pointed to a door on the other side of the room, “Get your things.”

Confused, you walked to the door, opening it to find it led right into the bedroom you woke up in not even an hour ago. “Wh- our rooms are attached!?”

“Yes.”

“Why!?”

“So I can check in on you.” Kylo said. “Start packing.”

You glared at his back for a moment, mulling over the indignity of it all. Dragged from your room to be passed around by seven horny alphas, and forced into a bedroom attached to their leader who- the more time you spent smelled his ridiculously strong scent -seemed to be an apex. Made sense why the others followed him.

Your duffle bag was still sitting on the floor, unopened. You picked it up, looking back through the open door to Kylo. “I’m not coming on your mission, am I?”

“You are.”

“I’d just get in the way, I’m not a spacecraft mechanic-”

“Your purpose on this mission isn’t to repair the ship.” Kylo said, his tone getting snappy. “It’s to provide… company.”

“I’m not a prostitute either.” You growled.

Kylo stood straight, abandoning his bag to storm over to you and glower down at you. You didn’t move, holding his gaze stubbornly and refusing to cock your head. He wasn’t going to get submission from you this way, you would make sure. His scent might have overwhelmed you earlier, but you were getting more and more used to it.

His hand raised to your chin level and you prepared to get lifted and choked by whatever force nonsense he was going to pull, but instead, one of his leather clad fingers poked at your upper lip, pushing it up into your gum just enough to see a flash of your white teeth. “So, the little kitten found her fangs? Good.” He leaned down, his messy black curls framing his face as his deep voice got softer, more seductive than angry. “You’ll be needing them.”

He turned away from you just as quickly as he had stalked towards you, grabbing your bag out of your arms and his own from his room. “Come.”

You followed him out of the bedrooms, joining with the other knights in the living room. They all had their bags and were in various states of pulling their helmets on. You wondered why they wore them. They knew they were handsome, right? Like, all of them, ridiculously so. Why anyone would ever choose to cover that up when they could instead practically enchant anyone in the area with a pump of pheromones and a well timed smirk was beyond you. Or maybe they just wanted everyone to be terrified of them, and being terrified of someone ridiculously gorgeous was difficult. Horny and nervous could coexist, but horny and terrified? Not as easy.

“Doll.” Came an exasperated voice from Trudgen. “If you keep projecting how much you wanna fuck us in your thoughts, we’re gonna have to pop a knot in you before we even get to the hangar, is that what you want?”

You felt your face getting furiously hot at the vulgarity. You whipped your head around, looking at all the alphas who were all locked eyes on you, scents turning muskier by the moment. ‘Project- can you- can you all hear my thoughts!?”

“Hear isn’t the right word.” Kylo explained. “Feeling your emotions would be a better way to put it.”

“Well stop it! It’s rude.” You snapped.

“We can’t stop.” Ushar growled in warning. “Control yourself and stop blaming us.”

You shut up, trying to focus on very un-horny, boring things. Like paperwork. And gross old officers that demanded their caf in a particular fashion from you, like you were their secretary.

Following the knights out of their living quarters was easy. The hangar was harder. Always busy, crowded, and noisy, you hated the hangar. If it wasn’t for how cool the spaceships were, you’d never come here to annoy Bordi.

What was difficult though, was noticing Bordi doing last minute checks on the Night Buzzard. You didn’t mean to catch his attention, but one stray glance made him lock eyes with you. He looked relieved at first, finally knowing you were alive and safe, but then immediately panicked again seeing you get led onto the Night Buzzard by the Knights and Kylo Ren.

You just barely managed to flash him a grin, hoping that would let him know you probably weren’t going to die.

He didn’t seem to relax at all.

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Your bedroom on the Night Buzzard was, once again, an adjoining room to Kylo. You huffed a bit, dragging the dresser to sit in front of it out of spite. Kylo must have heard the commotion, because it was quickly moved back to its original place by the force.

You huffed, sprawling out on the bed that you had coated in your blankets, decidedly leaving all of the Knights clothing in a heap on the other side of the room.

The adjoining door opened, Kylo stepping into your room without even knocking. “Stop pouting.”

“Stop holding me hostage.”

Kylo took a deep breath, leaning over the bed to talk down to you like a child. “You work for the First Order. Your job is to obey commands from your superiors, regardless of what those commands are.”

“I signed on to be a maintenance worker.” You protested. “Not- not whatever this is!”

“You’re still a maintenance worker.” Kylo growled. “You just live in different conditions, with increased pay, and more responsibilities.”

“Oh! Increased responsibilities!? Pray tell, are they anything along the lines of being a baby factory!?” You screeched.

Invisible bonds grabbed you, pulling you off the bed and forcing you onto the floor, on your knees once again, and holding you there. Kylo turned away, breathing deeply while stalking into his room. You could hear the clattering of glass being moved, something being poured, and Kylo returned to your room holding a glass of bright blue liquid. Spotchka. Yeah, he seemed like the type.

Kylo sat on the edge of your bed, the force moving you gently to rest between his feet as he sipped from his glass. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, little omega.”

You stayed silent, glaring at him.

“Did you have a boyfriend?” Kylo asked. “Before yesterday?”

“No.”

“A husband then? Fiance?”

“No, I-”

“Ah, so we didn’t break you and any love interest up? No future mate plans were ruined?”

“No-”

“Tell me, did you have any plans for after your contract with the First Order ended? Even Vague ones?”

“I- I was going to go back home, get another job… use the First Order programs to go back to school and get my engineering degree at my planet’s university.”

“Any family plans?” Kylo probed. “Mate? Pups?”

“Eventually, I guess.” You mumbled.

Kylo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I can get you enrolled in an accelerated holo-course to fast track your engineering degree.”

“... Why?” You asked hesitantly. Fast-tracked degree programs typically cut out all the core classes not related to the degree focal point itself. No mandatory language or history courses, only the maths and sciences you actually needed to do your job as an engineer.

“Because I want you to be happy.” Kylo said plainly, reaching out to stroke the side of your face. “I understand forcing you into this position has disrupted your life somewhat. No more ‘eventually’ tacked onto that vague desire for a mate and pups. You’ll be mated to seven alphas within the next few months, pups within the next two years. I understand that’s jarring. Not having any control over your life is… frightening you. I can feel it.”

His voice got lower as his hand moved to stroke through your hair, fingers dancing over your scalp in such a way you couldn’t help but let out a chirp. He cracked a grin at that. “I know you’re stressed out right now. Would me telling you exactly what’s expected of you help ease your mind? I know omegas like structure and routine. Would that help?”

You nodded, and you felt the invisible hold on you disappear. You just scooted a little closer to Kylo, tilting your head into his touch and he kept playing with your hair.

“The galaxy is short on force users. Especially ones with any high probability of potential. The use of the force is difficult to explain but, imagine that everyone’s connection to the force is like a door. Some people have a door that is closed completely, locked, welded shut, there’s no opening it. Some people are born with their door cracked open a bit. Others are born with the door open a bit wider. It varies. We can’t afford to waste time on collecting any force sensitive child that might not have much potential, which is why we need you. Your door is opened quite a bit. Not as much as the Knights, certainly not as much as me, but fairly wide.”

He tipped his glass back, downing the last of the whiskey, and then continuing. “Producing pups with you is a near guarantee that our offspring will be strong in the force.”

“If that’s true, why are all of you using me?” You asked. “I can only be pregnant about once a year, and that would likely only make one pup a year. Wouldn’t it be faster to have… I don’t know, seven force sensitive omegas?”

“It might.” Kylo agreed. “But you’re the first we’ve found. Force sensitivity isn’t exactly rare in omegas, but it’s almost always just a crack in the door. Enough to sense others emotions a bit, and even years of training don’t produce a force user as strong as what we want in our children. And… sharing an omega… can have another added benefit.”

He leaned down again, nearly pressing his forehead to yours. “It means you’ll always have someone around to take care of you. It means my Knights have to get along with each other, even just a little, to make sure you and our future pups are safe and well taken care of. Less fighting, more teamwork. It makes my job far easier. I just need you to be… pleasant. You don’t need to roll over for ever command, but your previous attitude definitely needs an adjustment.”

He leaned back, placing his empty glass on your nightstand and patting his lap. “Up.”

You scrambled up, straddling his lap quickly and nuzzling your face into his neck to inhale deeply. He laughed at that, patting your back and rewarding you by pumping his scent out a bit more. “A bit touch starved, are we?”

The way his touches had you melting made you agree. It had been a long time since you had any kind of sexual or romantic affection. Even platonic affection from Bordi was limited to half hugs and shoulder bumps. This? This was bliss. You don’t remember adjusting as much as you did but a few moments later, instead of straddling his lap, your legs were wrapped around his waist in a death grip, arms locked around his shoulders, and your face pressed firmly into his neck. Every time you nuzzled into him, your nose bumping against his scent gland just barely coaxing a little extra musk out. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but you did notice when Kylo stood up from the bed.

He kept one arm under your bum, supporting most of your weight, the rest taken care of by the strangle hold your limbs had on him. He walked back into his room, setting his empty glass back down on a small liquor cabinet. He paused by his door a moment, his free hand coming up to pat your back gently. “Are you ready to get down?”

“No.” You said shortly.

“Very well.” Kylo relented, walking out his bedroom door, down the hallway, and into a common area that reminded you a lot of the living room and kitchen combo the knights had in their suites back at Star Killer Base. You glanced up at the sound of laughter, barely raising your eyes above his shoulder, to see the knights gathered around a table, plates piled high and mouths half full as they carried on.

“Well, she went from bratty to clingy pretty quick!” Vicrul said, leaning back in his seat and clapping Kuruk on the back as he did.

Ap’lek sucked a breath in too fast with food still in his mouth, running to the sink and coughing up his food while still laughing around the choking.

Kylo walked to the counter, loading a plate for himself. Doing so required he let go of you, but, stubbornly, you clung to him, not moving at all from your perch.

“Allergic to anything?” Kylo asked.

“No.”

He finished gathering his plate, walking back to the table where the rest of the men had calmed down enough to breathe normally and mostly finished eating what had been in their mouths.

Trudgen spoke first as Kylo sat down, adjusting you to fit a bit more comfortably in his lap, which you resisted by tightening your hold. “How’d you get her to calm down that fast?”

“Just laid down some ground rules.” Kylo explained. “Set expectations, that kind of thing.”

“Hm. That worked? I’d figure she’d be the time to try and smack ya.” Vicrul commented.

“She’s more of a cuddler.” Kylo waved off, nudging you in the side. “Hey, open.”

You turned to look at him, seeing a fork with a few pieces of roasted vegetables on it. Your mouth was open before you’d fully processed the situation, but the second the well seasoned root vegetables hit your tongue, you forgot to care. You chirped happily around the food, chewing and swallowing before snuggling right back into his neck. A baby factory might have been a bit of a harsh judgment on your new career path.

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