#ap'lek

[yourfavesaysfag]

Ap'Lek from The Star Wars Franchise says Fag.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

He’s Mine

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

»»————-　♡　————-««

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Bazine did what she always does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kylo-wrecked]

{ cont'd from here }

Blood had never run thicker than water.

Seth still wore his face, those same eyes. Too full of grief to perceive beyond the end of his nose.

"So, your sufferings have brought you clarity. I fail to see the problem. You were left to die so that you might become," Ren hummed, igniting his saber in turn. A courtesy at this point. "And here you are, half finished."

He didn't wait for Seth to make the first blow. Suns had set on that honor. Ren had many siblings now. He carried each of them in his mind's eye, in Zela of Ren, once Hindrel of Ren, once Ap'lek of Ren, for what ruby beat and bled in Seth was a husk in the shadow of his brother.

In a sweep of shadow cut by hissing kyber, crimson crossed crimson.

@mnolith

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Part I

'I watch you suffer as I once had, I sense the pain in you, the pain I once endured.'

'And I revel in it'

:::Rogue:::

...

'You won't admit it because you can't even admit it to yourself. We are one and the same.'

'Two parallel counterparts, creating a dyad within the dark side of the force.'

:::Kylo Ren:::

...

'Let those who hurt you fall and take pleasure in them watching, as you rise'

:::Vicrul:::

...

'Let there eyes fill with jealousy at the sight of your newborn power.'

'For deep down within them, they fear it' 

:::Ushar:::

...

'But of course, young one. You died young but within the flames you were reborn'

'And from ashes of the fallen you rose'

:::Cardo:::

...

'You strive to be the unexpected and as for those that do not expect you, well...'

'Let them suffer the consequences'

:::Ap'Lek:::

...

'Many cower in the face of the shadow, Many die there but you...'

'You seem to thrive there'

:::Kuruk::: 

...

'People will learn to fear you once they see you standing atop your enemies bodies...'

'They will look on with fear in their eyes and will never make an enemy of you.'

'Rather a god.'

:::Trudgen:::

...

[ao3feed--reylo]

The Stars Can't Separate Us

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VMQTALm

by Nat_Snips

What if Kylo Ren had surrounded Rey and her friends on Pasaana giving Rey a choice? Come with him or her friends die. Left against the wall Rey has to figure out what the Force has planned as she lets herself go one night and changes her life forever.

--

Kylo gave his troopers a hand signal. All their blasters were aimed at Finn, Poe, and Chewie. He watched the fear grow in them but focused on Rey. “I now have some of the most important people to you at gunpoint. Come with me, and I'll spare them. Refuse and they face a gruesome death here in this desert. That is the choice.”

Words: 3237, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Tishra Kandia, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Enric Pryde, Rose Tico, Harter Kalonia, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Knights of Ren, Vicrul (Star Wars), Ushar (Star Wars), Cardo (Star Wars), Ap'lek (Star Wars), Trudgen (Star Wars), Kuruk (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Tags May Change, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, Post-Star Wars: The Last Jedi, Kidnapping, Rey is a Palpatine (Star Wars), POV Kylo Ren, POV Rey (Star Wars), Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Fix-It, Eventual Smut, Unplanned Pregnancy, Finn is a Disaster (Star Wars), Leia Organa Ships It, Reylo - Freeform, Force Bond (Star Wars), Inappropriate Use of the Force, Empress Rey (Star Wars), Protective Kylo Ren, Tags Are Hard, Implied/Referenced Torture, Protective Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hurt Rey (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Finn (Star Wars)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VMQTALm

[kylo-wrecked]

"Someone's stalking us," Sirax said again. "Give me my mace. You'll thank me later."

"Shut up," said Cident or Cisor, his shadow, who strung the confiscated mace over his shoulder. 

Idiots, you gave us away. Sharper than the razor's edge of her words, Pernix's silence cut through her visor. 

The Ren were being followed. Something was on their tail, wittingly or otherwise. Kylo Ren suspected otherwise. Still, he felt a tow he could no longer ignore and which, in turn, could not ignore him.  

"Keep moving," he said aloud. "Draede Ren, take command." But said, in his shadow voice, another thing altogether. 

Five beskar skulls turned in his direction, gathered into a leviathan, then broke and dispersed under Nar Hutta's shadow. Phantoms they were. Color of night. 

— 🌙 —

Murmurs of the Ren's arrival spread like a black fever over the Smuggler's Moon. Some said they were the face of the Order; others said they were their shadow. Along The Axis, they were soldiers. On the borders of Wild Space, they were wizards. Toward the Core, they might have been a Sith cult, and it was this, their ambivalence, which set loose terror upon hearts. When the Ren touched down on your planet, it could be for anything. Information. Your family farm. Fuel. Fuel for their transports or the fire they might set to your homestead. 

To First Order troopers, the Ren were ghosts, haunted totems. That one in the habit had once been taller, had a prouder, leonine gait, and now the essence which drove the grimacing beskar face seemed slimmer, twitchy, rat-like. But the glaive they take to the village mage is the same glaive they brought down on your father's skull ten years ago when the Order recruited you. And the one with the ink-drop visor now moved bullet-quick in shiny skin-tex armor and had breasts and thighs like heavy pistols. Ap'lek became Hindrel, became Zela. Vicrul became Sirax, and so on. Just three of them remained the same: The Armory, The Heavy, and Kylo Ren. The Harbinger. 

He wasn't known to mix with pirates, so whatever business Ren had in scum city was unclear. And now, he was much more interested in pursuing the signature that probed his. He prioritized pursuit, the thrill of it, the taste of it. Luke hadn't liked this aspect, and neither did Snoke. The noiseless, carnal restiveness in him disturbed them both. 

'Like a dog.'

His subject's scent brought him to Nar Shaddaa's crux of industry: cred laundering blocks. A cement tapestry of tepid greys, imperial ruins, and broken neon glistened in the dark. Splitting through its seams, his body of interest. 

Voe.

How many revolutions since he last saw her? She roved with cunning precision; she was liquid light. Above all, her fight to maintain focus made her bewitching. She sought one wretch and found another—look how she searched for him. Ren watched her for far longer than necessary. Finally, he revealed himself. 

"Unlike you to clean up after other people." 

Ren dropped down onto the concrete, a Nexu, and rose, a mechanoid. 

"Yet here we are. The great Jedi, running errands for my mother. Truly dignified." The slight turn of his helm indicated an eye roll, though he might just as easily have been looking at her hilt.

"How is carrying on the legacy?" His tone was tender, taunting, knowing. "Is it everything you hoped?"

[milkyteaart]

another KOR meme redraw because i’m at home sick and i’m bored lol

[dswcp]

🏳️‍🌈Star Wars Comics Pride Flag Icons: Set #1!🏳️‍🌈

To celebrate 600 followers, I’m making a few sets of these! Please ask if you would like a different pride flag for any of these characters; they are super fun to make and I would be thrilled to match your fave with your flag. If you use one of these icons on Twitter, you can credit me there @ thedishmelter. You can also credit the artists:

⭐ Trans Leia by Yusaka Komiyama ⭐ ⭐ Non-binary Neeku by Valentina Pinto ⭐ ⭐ Gay Fancy Luke by Marco Checchetto ⭐ ⭐ Pan Concept Art Rey by Iain McCaig ⭐ ⭐ Ace Ventress (the color coordination!!!) by Nick Brokenshire ⭐ ⭐ Bi Storyboard Grievous by Derek Thompson ⭐ ⭐ Gay 3PO by Tony Harris ⭐ ⭐ Lesbian Ap’lek by Alan Batson ⭐ ⭐ Trans Chibi Ahsoka by Dave Filoni ⭐

[kylo-wrecked]

@mayxthexforce sent :// 🤕 - Dress a wound on my muse. (From Voe)

{ from this meme }

—☾—

Her eyes are like ice, but her blood is hot. She gives Ren two seconds to examine the wound before swatting him away. 

"Voe." This is the third time he's said her name. "Enough."

He reproves her with a glare and steadies his hand at her side. His eyes roil in the bile of light, the gemstone brown of them black and blown wide from their grisly clash with a group of pirates. Not the horde they'd come for, but they were close. Ren anticipated the nagging sensory register of Han Solo nearby. That was before Voe was struck abruptly by blaster fire. Amid a petty argument, neither of them felt the pirates approaching, the fuzz of dim neon, the heat and the dark pressing them.

Ren should have let her die. He should have left her to rot like he did all those years ago, finished the job, avulsed the pulmonodes from her ribcage. He knew how he would do it, where to make the incisions, and instead crossed them into the soft stomach of some sentient worm. And he had to. Had to, but couldn't. Voe was the last living piece of him. 

One bolt had grazed her shoulder—something to worry about tomorrow. Another ate her thigh, through and through, and the next few hours would be vital—

"Unless you want to slow down," he mutters, "for good, let me help you."

He'd started rummaging through Ap'lek's woven sack earlier, scraping its black womb for the kit, and having fished it out and snapped it open, he now assesses the scale of damage. Ren places his bare hand on her thigh, a touch away from the ground zero of Voe's flesh pulping through broken seams. It's a nasty close-range wound. His eyes narrow at the cuff of blood developing above her knee.   

"You need to stop fighting. You can't do this alone." 

[sepublic]

Disparity between the Knights of Ren and Kylo

           But something about the Knights of Ren, in contrast to their leader, is that they seem so much more… scrappy? Dirty, unorganized, but also used and worn-out, and thus genuine? Like they’ve really put themselves out there into the harsh work with rolled-up, tattered sleeves, and you get this sense of them actually being in the fray and on the frontlines.

           You’ve of course got their dirt-covered boots and whatnot, but also you have people like Vicrul or Cardo, who use the hides of animals as part of their attire… Ap’lek’s cloak is oiled to shed aside water, he’s clearly someone who works within the elements to take advantage of them as part of his stealth, they’re his dirty unglamorous home. Clearly the Knights of Ren do a lot of work putting together scrap metal, like you see with Ap’lek’s mask, Kuruk having those pieces bent around his helmet to help focus his vision, Cardo’s mask is just a repurposed furnace plate! Ushar’s mask has a straight-up dent in it that he’s never bothered to fix, even when he has access to Albrekh; Likely as a twisted memento of honor and tribute to the victim who inflicted the damage. Trudgen straight-up has part of a Death Trooper’s helmet incorporated into his own mask as well!

           Then you’ve got the Night Buzzard, which is dirty and grimy, and has received constant modifications, likely by Kuruk, that cause it to spew noxious gas. Vicrul’s pistol has also been pushed to its limits with alterations, and Cardo is obsessed with modifying and enhancing weapons, keeping them up to date and ready for the next battle; The Knights of Ren have weapons that are a more cold, dull steel and gray, not polished and refined. Their armor and outfits feel much more scratched-out and faded, used and worn in. You get the sense almost that they’re kind of like scavengers themselves, similar to Rey; Making do with what they find, not too focused on aesthetical neatness nor tidy appearance, just getting the point across, salvaging trophies from victories.

          And, it fits with their philosophy, the Ren- Which revolves around basically just living in the moment, unapologetically taking and consuming and resorting to nature and instinct… Letting the ‘Shadow’ guide and feed them, like they’re always on the fringe of society, gathering and appreciating what they can and making use of it, having to make the most of their tools, constantly altering and patching themselves up. They don’t have the access to the best resources, not fancy luxuries or anything like that; It’s almost rather working-class, I’d say! It of course matches with their origins as essentially criminals and a cult-ish biker gang, a ragtag group of mercenaries.

          Even their original, nameless leader kind of fits this more down-to-earth, cobbled-together aesthetic, with a gray mask that he’s customized with a red symbol, amidst the scratches; Not wearing much save for a tattered cloak and glove, and his pants and boots, and that’s about it! Nothing particularly polished nor clean. He’s dirty, roughed-up, and covered in scars, he has not gone unscathed and he doesn’t need to protect himself from the elements, he wears his damage and past on his (metaphorical) sleeve and possibly even has a cybernetic hand, to go with the Vader parallel that Charles Soule intended!

           All of this of course contrasts with Kylo Ren, who… His mask is clearly hi-tech, up-to-date, with a full-on vocoder and mechanical function that causes it to open up and close, possibly somewhat vacuum-sealed as well. The metal is polished and shiny, the mask a smooth, likely painted, matte black. His clothes are tidy and almost prince-like, made of what seems to be more comfortable and fancier cloth and fabrics, a nice deep black that’s clearly taken care of, shiny boots, the works. While the Knights of Ren make do with just their Night Buzzard and weapons they scrounge for, constantly patching up and honing them between battles to keep them almost good-as-new, Kylo Ren has his clean and sleek, modern ships supplied directly from the First Order; He’s got his command shuttle, the TIE Silencer, and at least two TIE Whisper’s.

           His vehicles have red, vibrant and glowing lights and paintjobs, and are likely the sleek pinnacle of First Order engineering, with Kuat and rich backers from Canto Bight to contribute to development. Kyle Ron probably has his entire team of engineers to prepare and take care of his ship before him, even before becoming Supreme Leader- Especially when he tells a pair of officers to prepare his TIE Silencer for him, even before he usurps Snoke. He was clearly the golden child throughout his life in a sense, born into a privileged, luxurious family with a lot of power and fame; And then serving Snoke, who himself had all of the inexplicably vast resources of the First Order behind him, invested everything into Kylo Ren’s training and upkeep… Kept him well-fed and taken care of (at least physically).

           Yeah, Kylo has trained vigorously, and his own lightsaber is a patchwork job, but that was built back when he was ‘just’ leader of the Knights of Ren, newly anointed, and before he’d started serving in the First Order; And as a major political influence, with a LOT of authority and power behind him, serving as a triumvirate alongside Hux and Phasma, right beneath Snoke himself! You get the sense that he always had something to fall back to, a comfortable safety net- That when all was said and done, he had a retinue of medical droids to patch him up, a team to keep his laundry nice and clean and ‘presentable’. That he always had his parents who were welcoming of him, trying to be patient, always offering him the opportunity to go back home; He had SO much, and yet he really threw it all away for some fantasy, didn’t he?

           Kylo Ren really comes across as like… A privileged rich kid, a pampered brat who doesn’t really know what it’s like to work out in the fringes, to have to constantly fight and kill just to survive, to be fed the next day. To not have the luxury of mindlessly destroying the hard work and machinery, the craft of others he’s taken for granted, every time he has a temper tantrum- Leaving people to clean up the mess and replace it good as new. The Knights of Ren couldn’t be so frivolous with THEIR resources, they had to make everything count, reuse and recycle, scavenge from scrap metal, tidy things up at least a little; But they didn’t have the luxury to make themselves sleek and polished, nor access to the most up-to-date technology of an entire military junta.

          They had to get their hands dirty and personal, all of the time, they didn’t have the pride and privilege to turn down jobs; They took whatever mercenary work was offered to stay fed and clothed. And yet they remained just as vigilant and dedicated to the Ren as ever, never wavering as far as we can tell; Even when their original leader was slain, they didn’t throw a fit, but just made do with the situation, accepted that this was all they had left, and had Kylo as their new master.

           While Kylo was no doubt living the high-life at the very top of the First Order pyramid, we rarely see the Knights of Ren, who don’t have Snoke’s personal precious attention and protection. They’re likely out there doing the dark, unknown and unglamorous dirty work, quietly coming back to restock and refuel, no ceremonies nor worship from Stormtroopers, most of whom seem to regard them in disgust as ‘Ghouls’. Unlike Kylo, they fully chose and accepted and embraced their roles, they provided their ‘good’ deaths and earned their spots within the group, not fighting it, not constantly lamenting and whining about how they deserved better, because anything is good.

          Even when Kylo Ren became Supreme Leader, it seems that for whatever reason, the Knights of Ren didn’t embrace the new resources at their disposal- Did Kylo not bother to take care of them, or were they just so used to working as scrappy little mercenaries, that the high-end luxuries of the First Order somewhat bothered them? That they preferred to keep doing things as they did, that this organized, political and polished structure wasn’t for them. Hux regards them as distasteful for it, but while he and Kylo have entire armies and servants at their beck and call and disposal, the Knights of Ren have only themselves and each other to carry out the missions assigned to them, and they do their tasks silently, dutifully, and without complaint.

           To contrast, Kylo Ren has a much cleaner, brighter aesthetic, flashy and red like his lightsaber, and later the Sarrassian iron that puts together the fragments of his helmet. He’s a leader, a political figure, who intentionally draws attention to himself as the heir to Vader, he thinks he’s entitled to Anakin’s lightsaber, and can afford to draw attention to himself, he wants it. But the Knights of Ren, they have to be practical and dark, hiding to survive, Ap’lek especially, although of course some manner of exception is made with Ushar and Cardo. It’s not like they’re just hunters, but also prey as well, like the Mandalorian coverts… Their dirtied, roughened-up appearance, more battered and humble like what you would see with the Millenium Falcon, paints the Knights of Ren as more underdogs than their leader.

           In essence, you get this sense of privileged disconnect between the Knights of Ren and Kylo; That he’s this bourgeoisie rich kid, whose parents bought him everything, that he never REALLY had to work for things, there was no genuine struggle nor danger for him. Work and training may as well have been a hobby for him, he can afford to throw things away, while for the Knights of Ren it very much is a matter of survival, life or death. And with how Kylo wants to join them for some reason after leaving the Jedi Order, even though he only had ONE encounter where they tried to kill him, Luke, and Lor San Tekka; And all their previous leader did was just leave an open invitation…

           And again, you get the idea that Kylo Ren has this idealized, glamorous, almost fetishizing and romanticized view of what it’s like to be a Knight of Ren, that it’s some cool club to join- And not a genuine, forged-in-fire, rigorous existence. That it’s tough and painful and very much a deliberate choice, not something done lightly and for fun, which he finds out when he tries to join them for ‘comradery’ I suppose, only to be oh-so shocked at seeing them kill people, as if he hadn’t always known this. Kylo Ren didn’t really want to be a Knight of Ren, just his cool idea and fun of what it’d be like, how he doesn’t REALLY want the Empire back, just the idealized version of the past. He’s a pampered brat playing pretend, so psyched up for the dream of the job, but when he actually has to do the hard work and unglamorous parts, he caves and hesitates, while the actual Knights of Ren roll their eyes, because of course this little kid does. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into, he’s so dumb and naïve and reckless.

           It’s telling that the Knights of Ren have no issues working with Albrekh, an alien, especially because they know they can’t afford to be picky with their allies and friends, beggars can’t be choosers; While Kylo “My parents didn’t love me enough” Ron is willing to kill an officer for asking a reasonable question, and throws aside all of the people in his life that he takes for granted. Similarly, the only person resembling an alien that we see Kylo Ren actually work with is Snoke, whom he hated and eventually killed, and even Snoke was at least part-human, so given his worship of the Empire, and Kylo Ren likely looks down on non-humans.

           Not to mention, with how Kylo sometimes refers to Rey as ‘the scavenger’, and you get this sense of like… disdain from him towards her more humble, downright impoverished, background and conditions of her home life, and the way she had to keep herself fed. And you can’t help but wonder if the Knights of Ren picked up on this, that part of the reason they never enjoyed the First Order’s resources was because they knew that they didn’t belong in this neat and tidy, posh hierarchy of political society and advanced tech; That they were regarded as savage monsters and ghouls by the First Order, dirty and unkempt. Their own leader didn’t really know or understand them, he only had leadership by virtue of power and affinity to the Dark Side, but not much else; And he was constantly fighting the Dark Side, always in the hand of Snoke, never really leading the Knights of Ren alongside them as equals and comrades like their past leader.

           He probably didn’t care for, nor appreciate them- Kylo probably even looked down on them, even! Not fully and openly, but there was likely this implicit disdain and disgust… Or at the very least, he made an ‘exception’ to them, but with how he regarded scavengers and lower-class people like them… The Knights of Ren could only wonder just how conditional his tolerance was. He praised and elevated them, borderline glorified and romanticized; But he could never truly be one of them, he never knew what it was like, he had no idea, he could only guess and play pretend, and never admit that truth. There was a growing disconnect, likely a dissatisfaction between the Knights of Ren towards Kylo, and it just worsened with his agendas with Rey, forcing them to do the work of capturing her by themselves, forgetting the Knights in his own confrontations, etc.

           Kylo didn’t really feel like one of them, like a part of them- He saw himself as elevated and separate, more like lapdogs and attacks dogs, tools to point in a direction, not true brothers-in-arms on the same level, regardless of leadership role. And this ignorance, this subtle lack of regard and attention, quickly abandoning the Knights of Ren to focus on his drama with his parents, Luke, Snoke, and Rey… It must’ve been frustrating and alienating for the Knights of Ren.

          The closest Kylo ever got was when he repaired his shattered helmet using Albrekh himself, with the dented and scratched-up look more akin to them, uniting the aesthetic more… But again, there was always that fancy, graceful training from Luke and Snoke, and his special little lightsaber. Then the attention from Palpatine… And when he had to go to Exegol, when he confronted Rey, Kylo never did so with the Knights of Ren, because he never truly trusted nor felt like they had his back, he never truly saw himself as one of them, and didn’t think it necessary to bring them alone, to include them all.

           They weren’t special, chosen ones with the cool bloodlines and parentage that gave them special innate talent and Force powers, they were more like Voe if anything else. The Knights of Ren had force-sensitivity, but it was stunted and much weaker than Kyle’s natural, unearned talent and gifts; Everything they got, they had to fight and train and work for, self-taught and without the guidance of some wiser leader, because I doubt Kylo trained his own Knights either. Their fighting style is more brutal and utilitarian, with the use of a wide variety of tools and actual blasters- The Knights of Ren had to make a name for themselves, carve out their own reputation, because they started from nothing, and their original leader best exemplifies this with his lack of name, the closest being the title of Ren that he shares with everyone else anyway.

           The Knights of Ren didn’t have a special destiny, nor a bond as part of some sacred, prophesized dyad- If anything, they were more like Rey, before THAT reveal… Just lowly nobodies who had to make a name for themselves, stumbled across their own version of found family in a sense- Did what they needed to survive, had to go through the grueling agony of existence on their own. They actively looked for new members to add into their group, other lowly and despised criminals and others of society, as could’ve been the case with Karrst. There was no special place for them within the story, and yet they were still relegated to doing nameless, thankless jobs and tasks, not even acknowledged individually, and forgotten and abandoned by even their own leader, for some stranger he’d just met.

          When he turned to the Light Side, did their time together mean nothing for Ben to leave them- Of course it did, because there wasn’t REALLY anything there, and he never tried, or at least never could’ve understood, and never realized this from the position he was in. He tried to force his way in and it just created this uncomfortable, begrudging toleration by the Knights of Ren, until finally their resentment boiled up and bubbled over and burst; And they took their sweet time, vengefully confronting their former leader and beating him up slowly, because they wanted this to hurt. They wanted him to know what it was like to be beaten down with no hope, with no glimpse of light, nobody to pick him up and comfort him, no luxury nor resources or sacred destiny; To have only darkness and shadow to hide and thrive in, to embrace and become grateful towards… As they scrounged up and kept fighting, determined, not entitled by any parentage or destiny, but because they simply chose to keep biting and survive.

           Nobody seemed to care nor remember the Knights of Ren, they were just disposable tools for everyone, except their original leader, who really did seem to be on amicable relationship with them; Addressing them by name, in a casual manner that alluded to past comradery and shared knowledge, bonding… Someone they felt safe actually speaking up and talking to, asking questions instead of silently waiting for orders and accepting things as they were. There was no special Force powers, for they did not expect anything from the Shadow, and when they did receive, they made sure to venerate it in return, for of course this was owed back, they had to pay back the force that guided and fed them.

          They had a gratitude, and as their Ren codified, the Knights learned to disregard societal norms and obligations, and attitudes, and just live, doing what they needed to survive. No apologies, no glorifications, they just were, that’s all they wanted and needed. Obviously this independent, not-caring-what-anyone-thinks attitude was no doubt ‘cool’ to a young Kylo Ren, which was why he wanted to join them, while misunderstanding so badly how the Knights of Ren even got to that point in the first place, and what came with this. Kylo kept being concerned about how others perceived and looked at him, because he was a sad, pathetic, insecure little child; While for the Knights of Ren, it just didn’t matter.

          They could be hated, or beloved- It wasn’t important at all how others regarded them, because they didn’t heed how outsiders felt, they didn’t apologize nor account for their existence, didn’t try to justify anything. It was Us VS Them, they found solace in just each other, and recognized and prepared themselves for an entire world against them, anyone else as fair game and a potential enemy. Their prior leader rightfully regarded Kylo with suspicion, kept a cautious distance- So nothing was lost when they confronted Kylo on Exegol to kill him, no tears shed nor regrets made whatsoever, besides having not done this sooner.

           But of course, special Ben Solo gets his redemption or whatever, he gets his spotlight and glory as he saves the day, or at least sort of tries to contribute. He is glorified by the narrative and likely in-universe, venerated for his ‘noble’ turn and sacrifice, especially by the real-life fandom; But the Knights of Ren, nobody cares for them. And it doesn’t matter- They’re used to it, they’ve learned to accept and adapt, this is just the normal status quo for them. They don’t need veneration nor hatred, they’re just here to get through the day and only focus on what matters, themselves and each other.

           …In that sense, with all of this meta about the Knights of Ren being more like ‘nobodies’, poor and scavenging, having to work for things; And Rey, the contradictions of her character be damned, feels like she’d be a more welcome fit as a new leader than Kylo. Maybe there could be an AU where she joins them, and the Knights of Ren bond with this new kid, this little sibling, who’s a dirty feral gremlin like them who likes to scavenge and experiment, modify, messily and shoddily cobble stuff together.

          I do have to wonder if Rey calling herself a nobody, initially intended at one point to have no special place nor destiny in the narrative, besides the one she made for herself with her found family- If that was meant to be a parallel to the Knights of Ren and their former leader, who also calls himself a nobody, and goes by no distinctive name himself. I can only imagine, but I bet that a Dark Side Rey would be a much more attentive, down-to-earth, and ultimately preferable leader to the Knights of Ren, as someone who actually bonds with and understands them, and learns to value them; To the point where if she DID make a turn to the Light, she’d probably invite them to come with her out of concern, and the Knights of Ren would be touched enough to even consider, or at least spare, Rey…

           At the very least, I don’t think Rey would immediately throw them aside like the garbage they always were, because she was good now and too enlightened and heroic to be level with these evil monsters; She knew someone who was a masked ‘monster’ himself, Finn, and she fell in love and found acceptance with him, and vice-versa. Rey, for better or worse, has the patience to reach out and give others the benefit of the doubt, to hope for them, to not hypocritically condemn, for she knows her own mistakes and weaknesses as well… So I think the Knights of Ren in this AU would be much more likely to be touched- And that even if they were to lash against a reformed Rey, it’d come from a genuine sense of hurt and betrayal, grief and loss; And not just a relieved desire to get rid of this pesky brat that’s been bugging them for the past several years.

[ao3feed--reylo]

A Perfect Circle

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/i9Sdz83

by OnyxAcheron

Words: 3994, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Bijou trilogy

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Rose Tico, Finn (Star Wars), Jannah (Star Wars), Kaydel Ko Connix, Kuruk (Star Wars), Trudgen (Star Wars), Ap'lek (Star Wars), Cardo (Star Wars), Lando Calrissian, Original Characters, Poe Dameron, Phasma (Star Wars), The Padawans

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Rebirth, Everything's connected, I found some angst in my pocket, the dead speak, Oh lordy there's a Force ghosty, Rey is back and things have changed, War, Ben is darker, Is it Rey or R'iia?, Visions, Don't mess with the Vein of R'iia, the creator - Freeform, The Destroyer - Freeform, light and dark

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/i9Sdz83

[totheark-exe]

Daily reminder that all the Knights of Ren r in Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga.

Have a great day.

[morbidfantasy21]

Wrathful Winds by Friendly Robot

[milkyteaart]

you can thank my discord for this one.... i love my six dumb sons

[sith-lords-consort]

Joint Custody Ch 1

Knights of Ren X Reader Poly A/B/O Fic

Minors Do Not Interact

Ever since being stationed on Star Killer base, true sleep was rare. Any time you laid down to rest, you would feel a tugging sensation in your mind, this compulsory need to get up and go… somewhere. You weren’t sure where it was, and a few times you had entertained the feeling, getting up and wiggling into a pair of lounge pants and your issued cold weather jacket, you would leave the small closet sized bedroom you were assigned, tiptoe through the common areas you shared with your fellow mechanics. You walked down the halls quietly in the dead of night, moving through the base quickly until you got to the doors leading outside into the frozen wasteland known as Ilum. Whoever’s bright idea it was to put this base on a giant chunk of frozen ice should have been sucker punched in your honest opinion. Even just standing in the halls near one of the man exits had small shivers escaping you, clouds of fog escaping your lips with every breath.

So, possessing a sound enough mind to not attempt to go out into the constant blizzards of Ilum, you would always return to your bed, fitfully tossing and turning until your alarm went off. A quick trip to the mess hall for the biggest cup of caf you could find helped the first few nights, but after that you found yourself needing to report to your unit’s medical officer to request some type of sleep aid. The first time the young doctor had smiled understandingly, handing over some tea packets and giving some generic advice about not being on your holopad before bed, a few breath exercises, and even recommending a few podcasts he listened to with sounding sounds and meditation guides. The second time when you walked in with more bags under your eyes than actual eyelids, he quickly gave you some medication and requested you to keep a log of when you actually managed to sleep, when you took your meds, all caffeine consumption, and other such relevant activities.

Despite your issues, work pressed on as normal. When you joined the First Order, you had mostly wanted to work on droid repair, but the First Order didn’t care what you wanted, which you understood. You were usually assigned to repair broken equipment around the base, anything from the HVAC systems, to star ship repair, to terminals a certain someone tended to partially slice and partially melt with a certain red sword. You managed to average at least four hours of sleep a night before work, and with your caf consumption climbing to around six cups a day, your heart was not thanking you. Neither were your teeth, considering the amount of sugar and caramel you added to make it palatable.

Today, after eating the bland breakfast of dehydrated eggs and some type of meat or meat substitute that the cooks had pressed into a somewhat sausage like form, you took your 24 oz thermos to the caf stationed, made yourself your typical morning caf with cream and caramel, and dragged yourself to work, mood improving with every sip.

Your captain who oversaw the small group of mechanics you were assigned to as your squad gestured you over the moment you walked in. “We’ve got an issue in the upper levels, holoterminal destroyed, and the droids we’d usually send… also destroyed.”

You paused, “And by destroyed you mean?”

“Commander Ren.” He said regretfully. “But I’m told he stormed off to his ship along with the other knights, so you should get going before they come back.”

You grabbed your tool belt and satchel of equipment, taking out your holopad to review the official work order. Seems a Lieutenant Mitika had placed the work order, having provided temporary access codes so you could get into the area of the damage and get out without an escort. Excellent, you hated an audience when you worked.

However, as the directions took you further and further up the levels of the base, your stomach started to sink. Your suspicions of the location were confirmed when you stopped seeing Storm Troopers guarding the doors and walking the halls. And once you got to a certain door, the very air around you thick with something dangerous and dark, you knew. Commander Ren hadn’t just destroyed any holoterminal, he had destroyed one kept in the Knights of Ren’s quarters.

You took a deep breath, noting the broken bits of droid laying around the door, some pieces still smoldering from where they had been sliced by his famous weapon. Entering the temporary code, and sending a quick message to your friends that you would likely have to work through lunch, you entered, despite every instinct in your body begging you not to.

The living quarters of the most feared men (Women? Humanoids? Droids disguised as humanoids?) on the base and possibly the galaxy were… normal. Much bigger than the ones you and your coworkers shared, the layout was still similar. One large living space and common area with a space for lounging and watching the holonet, a kitchenette, and several doors leading to what you assumed were various bedrooms and refreshers. The furniture was the same muted grey and… other shades of grey that everything on the base was. Near the front of the living area you could see the smoldering and chopped up remains of the holoterminal and inwardly cringed. So much would need to be replaced on it that you might as well just get rid of the debri and order a new one. Still, in order for that to be authorized you would have to write up a thorough report as to why it couldn’t be repaired, so you still need to inspect it.

Still standing in the doorway, you leaned in a bit, giving the room a cursory sweep to see if anyone was around. It seemed empty.

You walked in, trying to make as much noise as possible so as to not sneak up on anyone. You even hummed to yourself a bit as you set down your equipment, taking another long drink of your caf and once again turning on your holopad. You messaged a friend of yours, Bordi, who worked primarily in the Star Ship hangars.

Hey, sry to bother you at work, but is the Night Buzzard still docked or have the KOR taken off?

You opened your satchel, taking out your work gloves and started moving various pieces of debri, trying to locate the central power supply. If that wasn’t broken, you might have a prayer of fixing it.

Your holopad lit up with a notification from Bordi. They took off this morning, why what’s up?

Nothing major, but can you just give me a heads up if they come back? Doing some repairs in their quarters and DO NOT want to be here when they get back.

You could almost feel his sympathy for you in his response. Ick. Yeah sure, sure. You coming out tonight? The crew that got dispatched to The Finalizer is coming back and we were gonna take em out for drinks.

If I’m not dead, sure.

You turned your holopad off, getting down to work for real. You usually didn’t like going out with Bordi to the cantina. Sure, the drinks were cheap, but that many alphas in one place, most under the influence of alcohol? You really didn’t want to be anywhere near that situation. Bordi was the only other omega in your squad, and despite being jealous that he got to work on Star Ships while you were doing boring shit like this, you liked him. During heats, you two had even made nests together and shared them, comforting each other platonically through the rough spots of your heats. So, despite not wanting anything to do with that smelly cantina and dozens of drunk alphas, you would go, if only to keep an eye on Bordi.

You worked diligently, making a neat pile of what couldn’t be salvaged from the broken holoterminal and the broken droids, and scheduled a scrap pick up. The scraper droids came and went, leaving you to take your torch and start patching where you could, thanking the stars themselves that the main power supply hadn’t been damaged. It wasn’t particularly difficult work, but it took a long time.

You had worked straight through lunch, and eventually found yourself opening the maintenance hatch on the side of the terminal, just barely managing to wiggle your head and one arm into the crawlspace to root around to find whatever disconnection was happening to prevent it from turning on. The crawlspace was meant for a small droid, not an adult human, and it was a tight fit as it was.

You could hear your holopad dinging, most likely your boss asking for an update on the situation, or maybe your parents checking in to see how you were doing. Your mom had a habit of sending you a lot of care packages, and messaging you constantly until you received them. Frustrated you could barely reach the wire with the tip of your fingers, the flashlight in your mouth flickering as its battery drained, you kicked out with your foot, barely managing to get enough momentum to inch inside the crawl space just a little more so you could actually plug the wire back.

Finally.

You moved to wiggle back out but quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen without help. Kriff.

You flicked your wrist, turning on your holocom connected to your holopad. “Call Bordi.”

You heard your holopad lighting up, Bordi’s voicing ringing clear from outside the terminal you were stuck under. “Ugh, kriffing finally, I messaged you like ten times.”

“Bordi?” You asked. “I’m kinda uh… stuck, I’m stuck. If you can run up here to pull me out, or send someone, I can tell you the access codes to-”

“Stuck!?” Bordi’s voice hissed. “I messaged you already, the Knight’s docked!”

“Dank Farrik.” You snapped. “Can you beat them up here? I know you hate running, but-”

“They left five minutes ago, and they looked tired as hell.” Bordi said, “I’m surprised they’re not there-”

You heard footsteps thumping down the hallway outside and almost wished you could pull your torso and legs into the crawlspace too. “End call.”

Your holopad turned off, Bordi’s voice disappearing. You stayed still as possible as you heard the door open, many pairs of heavily armored feet thumping on the ground as they walked into their living quarters, and every single one of them coming to a stop as they saw you, head and shoulders stuck under their holoterminal.

There was a loaded silence for a moment, before one lone male voice broke through it. “Well,  this isn’t the worst thing I’ve walked in on.”

You heard a few chuckles, and you built your courage up enough to manage to speak. “Uh, hello. I was sent here to fix this terminal and uh… I think I did.”

“You think you did?” A gruff, unfriendly voice snapped.

“I mean, I can check but… I need a… a little pull.” You admitted, your fear and embarrassment mixing in a very unpleasant way. “If someone were to uh, just give my legs a tug, or maybe just call maintenance-”

You yelped as two hands wrapped around each of your ankles, yanking you harshly and actually managing to free you from the crawlspace. Coming out, you expected to see the masked faces of the Knights of Ren, but instead, you saw six very human, and very attractive faces. The second thing you noticed was the smell. Thick, heavy, and unmistakably alpha in a way that beckons you to bare your neck, chirp out an invitation, and roll over to present yourself. You were used to working with alphas that wore scent blockers, but these men smelled like they had never even heard of them. Part of you wondered if their helmets just kept their scent in all day, and when they had taken them off, all that built up alpha smell had rushed out to personally assault your senses.

The one who had pulled you free was crouched over you still, long dark hair falling around his chiseled face, a strong jawline sprouting a short beard, a smirk on his lips as one of his eyebrows was raised, a small scar cutting through the dark hair of his left eyebrow.

You blanked for a moment, not sure what to do or say, until you remembered: you were sent here on a work order. Stuttering out a thanks, you turned your back to the six alphas (your instincts screaming at you to please not do that) and fiddled with the controls to the terminal, a sigh of relief escaping you when the blue light flickered on, displaying a news station that First Order allowed to play on it’s channel.

“Looks like it works.” You said, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified as you gathered your tools and tossed them into your satchel, stripping your gloves off to toss them in as well. “You might notice it getting slightly warmer, the cover for it was unsalvageable, so I’ll put in a request for one as soon as I get back. Until then, just don’t leave it on overnight, and don’t put anything flammable on it. Call if it breaks again.”

You stood, waving a farewell and moving to leave the room until you heard a loud slurping noise. Turning to look, one of the knights, judging by the helmet in his lap, Vicrul, was sitting on the couch, your tumblr in his hand, helping himself to the last of your caf.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment as he polished it off, managing to slurp up the last of the caramel at the bottom of the cup. “Not bad, but I gotta say, is there much point in even adding the caf? Might as well just scoop some ice cream in it, it’s practically a milkshake already.”

He tossed the now empty tumbler back to you, and you managed to catch it, throwing a, “Thanks!” over your shoulder as you booked it out of the room and down the corridor, not looking back.

The walk back to your living quarters took forever, as did the shower in your shared refresher where you scrubbed every bit of muck and grime off your body that a full day of repairs had left on your skin.

It wasn’t until later when Bordi came into your room, knocking politely and grinning ear to ear, “Hey, you’re alive!”

You grunted in acknowledgment, finishing up the request for a new terminal cover for the Knights.

“So… drinks?” He asked casually.

You sighed, tossing your holopad down and standing to fish out some clothing from your closet. “Sure.”

[dswcp]

This week’s theme: Headcanons! Feel free to use my headcanons as inspiration for your fics. And please send in your own headcanons, and I will try to find a comic panel to go with them!

I have a lot of headcanons about the Knights of Ren, but the most important one is that they all miraculously survived Kylo’s attack at the end of the movie! The KoR are thriving out there, somewhere, flying around in the Night Buzzard with Albrekh the monkey. They are still not over Kylo, though...

Little Golden Book: The Rise of Skywalker. August 25, 2020. Illustrator: Alan Batson. The writer is not credited! This is strange, since they are credited in every other Little Golden Book. It seems the words manifested from thin air.