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A Ripple In Space

I want to do that with you, all of you.

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5. Prejudice

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Kylo Ren x fem.reader

*Canon Divergence, angst, soft dom, hurt/comfort, NSFW, touch starved kylo, Soft claiming

WC 3.9k

A/N; Tysm for the love and support guys! Hope you enjoy xx

As you follow him on your way to his quarters you stay on guard. Even through the distance, you can feel how tense he was. Kylo was known for being unpredictable and violent, but this felt different. Even though he appeared calm and collected, you could feel his anger in the crinkling of his leather gloves. Afraid it overflowed to a point of no return.

Once inside he kept his back to you. Standing still between the living room and dining table. You start to feel nauseous from his lack of words. Wondering what he's thinking about. What will he do about you or worse, to you. To be totally honest with yourself, you didn't want to stay to find out. Remaining silent, you slowly and carefully walk backwards towards the entrance. Kylo, sensing you moving and knowing exactly what you're trying to do, turns around quickly. Extending his hand towards you. From across the room, you could feel the pressure compressing your waist tighter and tighter.

Within a blink of an eye, he comes rushing to you. Instinctively, you close your eyes shut expecting the worst but instead he brings his other hand a few inches away from your forehead. Before you could even understand what was going on, memories start flashing in front of your eyes as you sense a tight pressure around your skull. He's reading your mind again and you're trying your hardest to keep him out before he stops on Henry. The way he makes you smile when he looks at you. How excited you were seeing him after your time apart, his hand softly touching yours.. He stops abruptly, taking a few steps back himself. In a quick motion he removed his helmet, staring down. He looked scared, confused? But you didn't give a fuck.

The fear was morphing into rage, “THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS! You can't keep forcing yourself into my head!”

Still disoriented, he blinks a couple times before looking at you. “I think you forgot where you are sweetheart, who is he to you?” He asks calmly but you refuse to respond. Still holding your head to the painful invasion. “I said, who is he to you?” His tone becoming darker, ordering you.

After a moment you reply voice low, “a friend.”

“Liar.” he exclaimed with disdain. “You’re just a poor pathetic girl, coming from a place no one cares about!” His harsh words coming purely from anger leaves a ball in your throat. “He clearly wants you and you can't say no, now can you..” His eyes were intensely daring you to deny his statement.

You don't want to bend but you're also so hurt by the way he's treating you. As if the way he previously kissed and touched you, didn't mean a thing. You have opened yourself to him in a way you never did before. You were pained but not surprised. Maybe you were right after all. You shouldn't have trusted him to begin with. A heavy weight settles upon your chest. “You're just a cruel man who doesn't care about anything or anyone but himself. And you know what? I do enjoy his presence. At least he's a gentleman, unlike you Ben..” Even you could hear the bitterness in your tone floating in the open.

Stunned, he stares at you with his lips parted and eyes full of questions, “What did you say?”

Uncertain of what's happening, you raise a brow “I said he's a gentleman.”

“No, my name. Where have you heard it?”

“I-“ you don't know how to respond. You can't exactly say that your new friends told you. Now you'd be really trapped here forever..

“What else have you also learned about me?”

Panicked, you reply trying to stop your voice from showing your nervousness, “Nothing, I heard it in the cafeteria one day, I think. Trust me, I know nothing else I swear.”

“Trust? What do you know about trust mh? The second I turned my back you go to this low life soldier”

“You lied to me.”

Now he's the one raising an eyebrow, “lied?”

“Yes, you lied.”

“About what, mh? Tell me what did I lied to you about?” He looked so sure of himself. Making you doubt your accusation.

“Um, that I was your first-” you say extremely low.

He chuckles, “What?”

“Yes, when we–” You stop yourself. Being afraid of speaking more than you should. Finding the situation apparently amusing, he crosses his arms, waiting with a smirk for you to finish your sentence. Ugh, does he really need to be like this right now? With hesitation, you let out a soft sigh, “You said that I was your first.. touch. That can't possibly be true.”

Keeping his eyes on you, he begins to walk in your direction. “Why don't you believe it?”

Suddenly, you feel anxious again. Regretting the words you said starting this awful conversation. “How can someone like you never.. I mean, you literally can take whatever you want.”

He stares at you with frowning brows, almost surprised by your perception of him. “You really think I would force myself on a woman? Do you really think that low of me?” He sounds hurt, “I trained all my life. Personal relations are a distraction.”

“You could've paid for it.”

He chuckles, “What?”

“Yeah, some people pay for this type of service.”

He plays awkwardly with the end of your hair. “Well, I'm not some people..”

“Then why me? I'm simply a poor girl coming from nowhere like you enjoy reminding me.” Saying to him cold.

The amusement in Kylo's face quickly vanishes. “I shouldn't have said that.”

“Yeah, well I know you also regret giving me more freedom by letting me stay in your quarters. You made it perfectly clear that you don’t trust me. You know you can send me back to my cell whenever you want right?”

He pursed his lips, ”Is that what you want?” He takes a deep breath, “I regret nothing, and I have no desire to send you back either. I never lied to you, and I don’t intend on starting now. You can trust me when I say that you are safe here.” Saying as he still toying with your hair, wrapping stands of it around his gloved fingers. “Actually, you’re the one who lied to me. From your memories, I saw that I wasn't your first?” Your eyes widen to his words before he asks, “Who was he?”

The truth is you didn't want to talk about him. He was a bad distant memory and you never really talked about him to anyone but your sister. But you also don't want to lie, now knowing that he can find the truth himself. But mainly because he was so transparent. You never would’ve thought that Kylo Ren could be this honest with anyone. Especially not to someone like you. So, you decide to take a page from Kylo’s book and try to be as open as he is. “He was a boy from my planet. Everyone in village kept saying how good of a man he was and that we would be good together. He would always come into my shop, asking me out and so, one day I did. Before I knew it, we started to go out. A few months after, he had to move away. We slept together a couple–“ you raise your eyes to meet Kylo's. “Anyway, I don't remember much of it. It's not important.”

He stays still, wondering where to go from here. He wanted to know more but he also knew how uncomfortable you were. Again, his curiosity takes over as he asks, “Did you had feelings for him?”

Shocked by his intrusive question you step back, “How can you say that?”

“You didn't answer my questio—”

“–Well, that's because it's a rude question, it's personal.”

“I'll take it as a no.” He fills the gap between you, lifting your jaw up to him, “How about your friend? Do you have feelings for him?”

“Henry? No.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes, searching yours for the truth.

“Yes..” saying firmly, rolling your eyes.

He brings his face closer, lips almost kissing you, “And me? Do you like being with me?” You don't answer as you're searching for the answer yourself. “Please, answer me..”

“No”

“No, what?”

You bring yourself even closer to his lips, knowing how dangerous this game is about to get. “I love it”

Relieved, a smile appears at the corner of his lips. “Remember when you said anything I wanted?” You swallow hard, knowing exactly what he's talking about as he passes a finger on your hip making your body go stiff. “I've waited for what felt like an eternity to be this close to you again. And ever since I came back, you seem to always slip through my fingers. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I really need to kiss you.” His lips now lightly brushing yours. “Right now.”

You want to response but all you could manage to do was nod. He doesn't waste a second taking you fully in his mouth. His kiss is passionately filled with lust. “You need to stop kissing me like you mean it.”

“That's because I do mean it.” Kylo's eyes were becoming more intense. Staring at you like you were the only thing in this galaxy that could quench his thirst.

With a single motion he lifts you off the floor. Bringing your legs around his hips before moving to his bedroom. A trick that he seems to be really enjoying these days. He drops you slowly on his bed. Placing both of his hands on each side of your head, kissing you freely as he's hovering you. His soft tongue caresses yours sweetly. Even his spit tasted like desperation. He stops a moment trying to catch his breath, “Is this, okay?“ You don't let him finish as you start to remove his thick belt, quickly throwing it on the floor. Moving to unbutton his jacket and he helps you by undoing the top ones. Before he could remove the last, you pull him by the neck.

He can't help but smile at your impatience. How did he get so lucky? He wondered. The only girl that had managed to capture his attention wanted him too. He can't remember the last time he felt this good. It seemed so long ago.

Now free of his jacket, you can finally feel his warmth and scent. You move your hands under his shirt, caressing his strong and chiseled chest. Resting your palm in the middle of it, you can feel his heart beating against your skin. He doesn't stop kissing you as he moves his underneath yours as well. Covering and squeezing your entire breast with his hand.

“You're so beautiful” he breathes softly.

All you could do was smile as he brought himself lower, pulling your shirt over your head. You begin to feel nervous. Even if you had done it with him before, this was different. You cared about him. What happens after this? Is this just temporary?

After a moment of kissing your chest, he noticed your mind slowly drifting away. “Hey, we can stop if you don't want to.”

“What?”

“I want to do that with you, all of you.”

Surprised you search for your words, “I-I’m sorry. I just like you a lot and-”

“A lot huh?” Asking with a smirk. “Can you define a lot?”

“Enough to make me nervous..”

“Well, I am too, plus you clearly have more experience than me..” He says in a teasing tone.

You gasp, eyes wide open as you hit him on the shoulder, “not fair!”

“You're right, I'm sorry.” Bringing himself back to you. Kissing your jaw and neck delicately. Wanting desperately to go back to his important business, “Does it mean that you feel for me Hyal?”

And then you sense it again, that magnetic attraction towards him. If he was so wrong for you, why does this feel so right? This is the connection you've been searching for your whole life. This intimacy, this vulnerability. There was something alluring about Kylo, and definitely something to love about Ben. The duality in him was intoxicating and you wouldn't have it any other way. Tilting your head away, you make room for him to do whatever he wants to. “What if I say yes?” You respond softly.

You can feel his lips curl against your skin. “Then I would say that also feel the same..” as he answers, he passes his tongue flat along the side of your neck. Feeling the warmth going straight in between your legs as you let out some soft whimpers. Letting him know that you want it too.

He grunts low hearing you make noise for him. Moving his kisses rapidly back to your chest. After detaching your bras, he takes a moment admiring your tits. Holding them in his hands gently before grabbing one with his mouth. Taking his time sucking on it. Switching between them while twirling the tip of his tongue around your hardened nipples. “Oh Ben, that feels so good”

He smiles, seeing you enjoy his touch. Which only makes him hornier as he starts to rub his hard cock on your pussy over the fabric. Licking them a few more times before moving down the bed. He removes your bottoms completely before placing himself in between your legs.

You sense his breathing followed by a soft pillowy push on your clit. Did he just kiss my pussy? As if he could hear your thoughts, he brushed his tongue gently over it. You finally relax as Kylo grabs your legs going in fully. Tasting and licking you in between your folds. He's becoming famished, watching you moan and twitch for him. He loved the view he got down there. Your body twisting with each stroke. Only giving you short breaks to calm down a bit before going back in. This time putting his tongue inside you as he uses his thumb to circle your slippery clit.

The sensation becoming unbearable, “This is torture..” You say desperately in between your exhausted moans.

Which only makes him want it more. “I'm sorry Hyal, I just love watching you..” He lets you rest briefly as he removes the rest of his clothes. The truth was that you were exiting him too much. All of this was new to him, and it was truly overwhelming. Afraid to cum first, he wanted you to enjoy as much as you could possibly handle. Knowing that once you're on edge he wouldn't have to hold back too long. Plus he just loved staring at you in total heat for him as you wait patiently for his cock. Coming back to you, he rubs his thick tip in between your folds, “No matter with who you are, no matter where, I want you to know and remember that your true place is with me.” He says, pushing the tip of his cock in and out, teasing your entrance. You were starting to feel overwhelmed by the sensation, desperate to cum. But he was enjoying seeing you come undone for him. “And mine, with you” he follows, now pushing in fully.

You gasp, inhaling sharply, still not familiar with his thickness and length filling you in this quickly. He grinds slowly, giving you time to adjust as he admires you from above. Holding your legs up to his chest as he goes in deeper. Moving gently by fear of hurting you. You were quite small compared to him and he was always afraid to crush you. Although as soon as he hears your begging moans he starts moving faster. Your juices were fully coating him and overspilling on the sheets. The pleasure was intense, making you whimper desperately. He knows you won't last long. Spreading your legs, Kylo moves closer to your lips. Holding you by the hips as he's now breathing hard and thrusting inside of you faster. No longer able to hold back, you cum on him shamelessly. As soon as he feels your body relaxing, knowing for sure that you finished, he lets out a muffled moan.

Moving slow a couple more times as he catches his breath. He comes kissing you, moving his hand up to push the hair out of your face. “Hi..”

“Hi back.” trying to hide your bliss unsuccessfully.

“You make me feel too good.” Saying as he lays his head on your chest. Being careful not to crush you.

You adjust yourself, moving your hand through his damp sweaty hair, “You're saying it like it's a bad thing.”

Your words stings him. “I don't know yet” He didn't want it to be a bad thing, but he also didn't know you that well. All he knew was that The First Order was at war, and he had to stay vigilant especially in times like these.

“Can I ask you something?” He tilts his head back noticing how sleepy you were getting. “I was captured months ago, why now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why am I meeting you now? Why was I captured?”

He takes a moment before replying. Pondering and searching for the right words. “I don't know why you were captured.”

“What..”

“We went on your planet thinking we would find some information about a rebel base, but we found nothing. I wasn't even aware that we took prisoners. I was informed of your presence on the ship about a week before we met.”

“Are you saying that I'm on this ship by mistake?” That's it, you start to freak out.

“Technically yes but no..” You stop moving completely now, totally in shock. He looks up to you nervously, “I was ordered to find a rebel base. We had a lead, but the lead changed and then, I was told that we still had prisoners which I wasn't aware of to begin with. So, I decided to interrogate them before moving from the lead completely. Then I met you, and then I was ordered to kill you..”

“What??” You say, cutting him right off.

“But I didn't want to.. Plus, I couldn't read your mind, so I didn't know if you knew something worth knowing.”

After a moment you finally relax, trying to make sense of the situation. Taking a deep breath before resting your eyes. “But now you can.”

“I can’t fully do it and I don’t want too anyway. I didn't act the way I should've. I was angry and childish, and I do believe we can be honest with each other. Please you must trust me.”

“Why do you sound afraid?”

He takes a moment before answering. Enjoying being this close and intimate with you. Breathing out as he squeeze the side of your stomach, “I'm afraid I might lose something..”

“And why is that?”

“I'm not good. I break things, I destroy.. kill. Everything I touch burns.”

“Well I'm here, still in one piece and alive I believe.” Keeping your eyes closed as you slowly drift away.

He smiles to himself knowing he completely drained you. He gets up, coming back with a warm and dampen washcloth. Cleaning you gently before joining you under the covers.

The following morning you wake up to the sound of Kylo stirring a spoon in his mug. “I have something for you.” Hearing the words coming from the other room. Knowing you were now fully awake.

As you get out of bed to greet him. You see him already dressed and back into his supreme leader’s uniform, pointing you to a pile of fabrics.

“Clothes?” You confirmed as you walked closer.

“They will fit you better.”

He's intensely staring at you, watching you get dressed in front of him. Knowing well enough that he could no longer look inside your head like he did yesterday. The way you reacted when he did, made it clear that he could've lost you right there. Things could've gone in a totally different direction, and he was happy they didn't. He was grateful that you chose to trust him and so he needed to do the same with you.

The clothes were comfortable. Black leggings and a long sleeve dress that was distressed at the bottom. Feminine and airy. One shoulder even has the emblem of the first order embroidered in dark gray. “How do I look?” You ask smiling.

“It doesn't matter what you wear. In fact, I prefer when you wear nothing at all..”

You automatically roll your eyes as you tie your boots, “That wouldn't be practical.”

He comes closer to you. Pushing the hair off your shoulder, “Don’t need to be when you're with me.” He takes your hand, pulling you up before giving you a kiss. “I have to go; I'm going to be late. Promise me you'll behave in my absence.”

“What do you mean in your absence?”

He sighs, “I was supposed to have more time to myself, but I have been called to the base. Shouldn't be more than a couple of days.”

“Already? But you just came back.” you say defeated.

“It's only for a couple of days, I promise.” You nod as he gives you one more kiss before leaving quickly.

It's been two days since Kylo was gone and you were already missing him. You were so bored on this ship. Nothing was exciting or somewhat interesting. As you're sitting on the couch you notice the third door again. Still wondering what was inside of it. You get up hoping this time it's unlocked but as usual, it isn't. You sigh as you look around the room. You didn't like having no news from him. You knew that anything could happen. Even if he was strong and powerful, he was still capable of bleeding. All this worrying was making you anxious. So, you decide to get out and try to see what your friends are up to.

As you're walking the corridors. You suddenly get lightheaded. Stopping for a moment to take a deep breath. As you’re reaching the entrance of the cafeteria, you notice Henry and Eira. Greeting them as you sit at their table.

She smiles to you, “We thought you were gone; it's been a while.”

“Yeah well, I needed some time.” You let out, sheltering your eyes with your hand from the ceiling lights.

“That's okay. Actually, seeing you reminds me. I learned something the other night when we were talking about you know who.” Henry looks at her puzzled. “Yeah, we were talking about some rebels, and I learned that ben killed his own father.”

Henry was in shock, “What? How? What do you mean he killed his own father?”

Eira nodded, “yeah, I know right? Who would do something like that?”

You let out deep breaths as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Henry, noticing that something is wrong, stares at you worryingly. “Are you okay?” Are the last words you hear, feeling an arm around you before your eyes shuts down completely.

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 7 months ago

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lost in yesterday - kylo ren x male reader

yeehaw gays in space 🤠 happy pride month folks

warnings/things to note: suggestive but no smut, male reader, hints of reader's unstable mental health, uhh not really canon timeline but it's fineee

this is also part one of 2 ( call out my name )

reqs open (link goes to req boundaries)

masterlist.

word count: 1,831

After bullshitting your way through life, you finally managed to get caught in the crossfire between the First Order and the Resistance, which was definitely not good as you've been in some pretty hot water with both sides.

Currently, you found yourself strapped to an interrogation bed in the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's ship. He stood menacingly above you, wanting to instill fear into your defiant being.

"I won't ask again," his deep voice pulls you back to the present. "Are you a member of the Resistance?"

In actuality you weren't, you were just another smuggler following the footsteps of the great ones before you. But you knew you'd probably be sent to death row within the hour if you said that. So, you did what you did best.

"Does a Wookie shit in the woods?" You grunted in reply, earning an ice-cold glare from Kylo. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back as he pulled on it roughly.

"I suggest you cooperate, unless you want things to get more painful than necessary," he warned over your groan of pain. Your head was already throbbing from the stormtroopers' beatings and lack of hydration, and it only grew the tighter he held your hair. You licked your lips and panted heavily.

"Mmh, don't tug any harder or I might just come."

Kylo rolled his eyes at your cheeky response.

"Quite the smart mouth you have there," he replied, gripping your hair even tighter. He leaned down slightly, his face inches away from yours.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

You whimpered, your mouth turning agape and almost twisting in a half-smirk. "A-Ahh, I wasn't kidding..."

Kylo's expression darkened almost instantly as he pulled your hair even tighter, your back arching as you let out a pained gasp. He leaned in closer, his mouth just millimeters away from your ear.

"Watch yourself," he whispered, his voice a low, intimidating growl. "I could easily break you if I wanted to."

"Kinky!~" You grunted, your shit-eating grin never leaving even though your heart was pounding.

Kylo's eyes narrowed as a flicker of irritation flashed across his face. He released your hair and stepped away from you, his arms crossing over his broad chest as your head slumped.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" he asked, annoyance dripping from his voice. "I could have you tortured for days for your smart mouth."

You took this short moment of respite to catch your breath before giggling softly. Maybe you were losing your mind, but he just looked too funny in that last moment.

His eyebrow raised in curiosity as he heard your soft giggles. He stepped forward again, his hand reaching out to tuck your bangs behind your ear.

"What's so funny?" he asked, his tone still edged with irritation.

"You're- you're trying so hard to get me all scared for my life and whatnot," you paused to chuckle some more, your head lowering again to hide your manic smile. "When really, I don't give two shits about it! I have nothing to give you and nothing to lose!"

Kylo's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness. He wasn't used to someone being so unflinchingly fearless in his presence, especially someone who was strapped down like a prisoner.

"You think you're invincible, do you?" he questioned, his tone now holding a hint of fascination. "You don't care if I hurt you? You don't care if I break you?"

"Nah," you shook your head, lifting it to show him just how unafraid you were. His forehead wrinkled as he observed it. He just couldn't fathom how someone could be so carefree in such a dire situation. He walked around the bed, stopping next to you and looking down at your bound form.

"You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," he stated, his eyes studying your face intently as you shrugged.

"I get that exact statement more than I do credits," you chuckled under your breath.

Kylo scoffed in disbelief. He ran a hand through his dark raven hair, shaking his head slightly. "You're unlike anyone I've ever interrogated before," he admitted.

"The others all break eventually, begging for mercy. But you…" he trailed off, his gaze roaming over your face again.

You shook your head, your smile never leaving your face as you held his gaze. "I exist out of spite. And let me tell you, it is glorious."

Kylo chuckled darkly at your snarky comment. He placed a hand on the bed next to your hip, leaning down to get closer to your face. "Spite, huh?" he repeated, his gaze locked with yours.

"You're a walking contradiction, you know that? Defiant and yet… somewhat amusing."

"That's what gives me so much power, darling," you winked.

"Oh, but... not physical, of course," you added, tugging at the restraints with a soft chuckle. "No, I'm talking mental power. You see, I just so happened to have found the cheat codes to the entire kriffing galaxy, and I am winning."

His eyes widened in amusement at your words. He chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, you think you've found the secret to life, huh?" he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "You're tied down to my interrogation slab and have literally no power, but somehow, you're winning?"

Your eyebrow raised, "well, you haven't exactly broken me yet now, have you?"

Kylo's jaw clenched as your smirk hit a nerve. He couldn't deny that you were right, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.

"I'll break you, eventually," he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I've broken countless others before. You're no different."

"Mhm," you replied sarcastically. "Just don't go crying back to Daddy when we don't work out, okay?"

His eyes widened in shock, his irritation growing by the second as he clenched his fists to control it from flying right into your face. He stepped closer, towering over you as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't push your luck, smart mouth," he practically growled. "I have ways to make you regret ever being born."

"Oh, honey," you laughed, shaking your head. "You're going to have to try much harder, I already regret it every waking day!"

Kylo's patience reached its breaking point. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"You really have no sense of self-preservation, do you?" he demanded, anger lacing his words. "You think this is all a game, don't you? You think you can just taunt and tease me, and I'll just let you go?"

"Oh, no- I don't plan on leaving. No, no, you're really a great host," you answered, your tone laced with sarcasm and a smirk.

His cold eyes darkened with anger, his grip on your jaw becoming tighter. He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Oh, you think you're real cute, don't you?" he snarled. "You think your sarcastic comments and smirks are going to save you, but let me tell you something..."

He leaned in closer, his face inches away from yours.

"I can make your life a living hell if I want to. I can make you beg for death, and I won't hesitate to do it. So watch yourself, smartass."

You leaned your head closer as well, your lips barely hovering each other's. "I already beg the Maker for my death, and every day I wake is a living hell," you whispered into his mouth. "So you're going to have to try so much harder if you want to break me."

The Supreme Leader's breath caught in his throat as you leaned closer, your lips dangerously close to touching his. He could feel your hot breath on his face, sending a strange wave of feelings through him. He hadn't been this close to someone, let alone a prisoner, in a very long time.

He swallowed hard, his expression faltering for just a moment before he regained his composure. He released your jaw, backing away slightly as he composed himself.

"You're nothing but a walking contradiction," he grumbled, his voice now tinged with something other than irritation.

"Like I said," you shrugged while returning to your resting position. "I exist out of spite."

Kylo rubbed a hand over his face, his frustration slowly turning into fascination. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before. Most prisoners would be quivering in fear, doing everything they could to please him in hopes of being spared. But you were different. You were fearless, taunting and teasing him, seemingly unintimidated by his presence or power.

He couldn't understand it. Why weren't you afraid? Why weren't you begging for mercy? Instead, you were… smiling?

he scoffed and leaned against a nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed you. His mind raced with questions and curiosity.

"Why aren't you afraid?" he finally spoke up, his voice calmer now but still laced with intrigue. "Most prisoners beg and plea for mercy, but you… you act like this is all some kind of game. Like you're enjoying this."

You leaned towards him as close as you could within your restraints, remaining firm eye contact.

"I'm proving that you're not as powerful as you promote yourself to be," you stated simply, your voice low and finally serious.

This earned another raised eyebrow at your response, leaving him somewhat impressed by your unwavering confidence.

"And you think this is the way to prove it?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice. "By being snarky and defiant? Good luck with that. I've dealt with plenty like you before."

"But no one is just like me, now are they?" you smiled, leaning back again.

Kylo studied you closely, his gaze roaming over your calm, confident form. He couldn't deny that there was something different about you. You seemed untouchable, almost completely unbothered by the dangerous situation you were in.

He pushed himself off the wall, his footsteps echoing through the room as he walked over to the edge of the bed. He leaned down, his face now just inches away from yours.

"You're either recklessly brave, or incredibly stupid," he stated, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You already said that, but thank you, sweetheart," you teased, giggling again as you watched him suddenly turn to leave in fury. "Hey. Same time next week?"

This caused him to freeze in his tracks, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he snapped, his voice a mix of annoyance and something else. Without another word, he pushed past the doors and made his way down the corridor, his mind replaying the interaction again and again.

Your giggles died down, and you had to bite your lip to hide your pained sobs slipping through them. No, you had to be strong. You had to live, to spite the galaxy.

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 6 months ago

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The Moon's Lies (2)

Summary: Kylo Ren x named!Reader. It was never going to be black or white, Light or Dark, friend or foe. Who wouldn't let the galaxy burn to keep their loved ones safe?

Warnings: 18+, unspoken threat of bodily harm, twisted morals, Kylo Ren being himself, vehicle wreck

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Canon Divergence Notes: There is no Rey. Finn is the destined Jedi, and he leaves the scar on Ren’s face during the climactic fight on Starkiller Base. The only original canon kept after TFA is the destined Jedi (Finn) leaving to find Luke and Snoke pushing Kylo Ren to the breaking point, continuing the student-kills-the-master cycle. Summary: No Rey. Finn is training to be a Jedi. Kylo Ren takes the throne from Snoke.

A/N: All hail the new alpha/beta reader! Three cheers for @aralezinspace! And thank you all for the support so far. <3 You make my galaxy spin.

Years ticked by with battles fought, secrets found, and the rise of a new Supreme Leader to the throne of the First Order. Matters of life and death. To some.

Dyrrine judged the political upheaval like the weather. Rarely dangerous, but often an inconvenience. She couldn’t control it, and she worried more about sheltering her family from the rain than forming opinions about it.

At the moment, however, as mud sucked her boots down to the ankle and cold drops rode the wind to blast under her hood, she felt a lot of ways about the rain. Literally and figuratively.

Of course her responsibilities took her to Dantooine during the rainy season. And, of course, the First Order had no interest in accommodating the long line waiting for permits and passes.

Most of the year, Dantooine was lovely. Dry. Fairly temperate. Dyrrine would’ve enjoyed being off the ship and soaking in some sunshine while the rusty wheels of bureaucracy slowly groaned along. Instead, she dreamed of hot cups of tea and kept her hands stuffed deep in her wide sleeves as the queue inched forward, bowing under the storm’s onslaught. There were so many people still ahead of her, and she could barely see the service window through the downpour.

Good thing she’d reserved a seat on the next morning’s shuttle. She’d never make the evening flight. If things didn’t pick up, she might not reach the end of the line before the offices closed. Then she could do this all again at ass’o’clock in the morning, standing in a fresh downpour in day-old clothes without even the marginal warmth of the sun. What fun.

Off to the right, the depot’s primary doors slid open, spilling light into the miserable, sludgy afternoon. Stormtroopers in gleaming white armor stomped out, far too many for a patrol, and the eyes of every civilian turned their way. No one dared watch openly, but they peeped, and shrank, and waited. The ‘troopers formed two lines, facing each other to create a kind of path between the depot and the small collection of shuttles and TIEs left outside the hangar.

No wonder the administration was doing such a spectacular job that day. They had a VIP to entertain.

Dyrrine looked down at her feet, trying to work them free of the muck as the Adarian in front of her inched forward by half a pace. She had her priorities; keeping her place in line without losing a shoe was higher on her list than some First Order crony with extra polish on his boots.

One foot popped free with a noise like a belch, confirming Dyrrine’s belief the planet was trying to eat her. The second foot came loose by inches, and she was so consumed with keeping her balance she didn’t register the growing chill until the source stood in the open doorway.

Foot free, a step forward, and sinking into a new swatch of muck, she felt the menacing aura of a wildly powerful Force user. One didn’t need to be Force sensitive necessarily for animal instincts to register a threat, especially when said threat just loved to make a scene, to infect the very air with fear so every lesser creature would stay bowed low – where they belonged. She glanced back to the main entrance as the towering figure in black started down the ‘trooper-lined path, and her blood turned to ice.

She didn’t know his face – not this one, anyway. Last time they’d met, he’d hidden behind a chrome scowl, but his lightsaber was unmistakable, and kriffing hell if she didn’t remember that. It swung from his belt, bulky cross guard hilt on full display. The faint burn it once left along her neck took a week to heal, and this time there was no one to call him away before he introduced her to the blade properly. He was no one’s attack dog anymore. He’d slipped the chain and brutalized the fool holding the leash.

Kylo Ren. The new Supreme Leader.

The downpour suddenly didn’t feel like enough. Blinking away drops clinging to her lashes, she prayed for a flood, for the water to fall in sheets to curtain her from view, for the mud to gulp her down whole. Her gaze snapped back to the ground, hoping as she studied the trembling puddles that her spike of anxiety blended into the frightened crowd. What was one more terrified civilian in a sea of faces?

She resisted the urge to tug her hood lower. That would draw attention, tell anyone looking that she wanted to avoid being seen very, very badly. It took far too much attention to breathe, and she fought to release the mote of panic burning bright in her chest. No need to snuff it out. Just let it free. Like a firefly – still very real, but out and away from her thoughts. Drifting farther and farther, leaving a quiet void in its wake.

She was still. She was silent. She was invisible.

“I remember you.”

She was so kriffing screwed.

Drawn by the voice she would never have recognized without the helmet’s modulator, she looked between the shoulders of the nearest Stormtroopers to meet the Supreme Leader’s gaze. He towered over them, a wall of shadow behind their white armor. And there was no doubt he was speaking to her. He stepped forward, and the ‘troopers parted.

Too late to hide.

His presence crashed down like a wave, suffocating. Crushing.

She turned fully, facing him head-on as she reached deep to grasp the calm assurance that helped her through so many dangerous scrapes in the past.

“We never finished our conversation.” A playful edge sharpened his words, and she hunted through the flickers of expression that slipped past his guard. He wasn’t quite the same beast she met before. This time he was all confidence, secure in his position as the head of the First Order, free to stop, to take the time to pull her apart just for fun. His eyes traced her from dripping head to sodden feet, coming to stop on her pendant. “And you’re still wearing your protection charm. I thought you were going to leave it behind next time.”

With a dim smile that was entirely polite and not at all pleased, she repeated the short bow she’d offered on their first meeting, eyes dipping with her knees as she proved her respect. But she didn’t try to cower. When she rose, she resumed eye contact, letting her expression go placid in the face of her worst nightmare.

“Apologies.” Her voice came strong and steady. It didn’t even shake from the chill. “But as you said, we never finished our conversation, and I never heard whether it was offensive or just surprising.”

Humility, sometimes seasoned with feigned stupidity, could get a civilian far with the First Order. Sometimes officers appreciated the break from the usual hysterics of oppressed locals fighting for rights they no longer possessed. Sometimes a neutral attitude just made her forgettable, which was always the best outcome.

Unfortunately, she’d made a much deeper impression than she’d realized in this case, and she knew he wouldn’t let her fade into the mist like a ghost a second time. Even in the dreary weather, his eyes practically sparkled.

“We should fix that.”

She bowed again – quickly – and without looking away.

“It would be an honor, but I wouldn’t dare take any more of your valuable time, Supreme Leader.”

It was as close to begging as someone could get without yielding, and she knew she’d failed by the quirk of his lips.

“Then you can honor me aboard my shuttle.” He moved on, not in the least encumbered by the mud holding the rest of the planet hostage. “Bring her.”

Two ‘troopers who’d been following in his wake stepped up, but she moved. Springing forward as lithely as she could given her footing, she passed into the hall of white armored bodies of her own volition. It flummoxed the guards, and she offered a simple nod and smile as she continued after their leader. He hadn’t said to arrest her. Or bind her. Not even seize her. She still had some room to work, and so long as the ‘troopers didn’t know whether or not she was a prisoner, she could keep dancing.

So, she kept just ahead of the guards and well back from Kylo Ren, wading through Dantooine’s hateful sendoff to the waiting command shuttle.

The Supreme Leader’s thunderous steps echoed back down the ramp as she entered the hollow of the ship, following muddy tracks across the pristine floors. It felt like sacrilege. Like truth. The honest filth of the First Order’s dominion, and the inevitable tide beyond all illusions of control. Beneath her careful tranquility, a smug spark of emotion kindled. Not even the great First Order could stay polished in the face of a good storm.

But the spark faded as the Stormtroopers marched up after her, and the ramp groaned shut.

The ship was cold. A dead cold. Black with flashes of white and red lights that chilled her worse than the rain. She wondered if anyone in the Order – voluntarily or compelled – ever really saw their ships and bases as home. Something always seemed to draw them back, but she was willing to bet it was the blaster in the arms of the soldier beside them over duty or desire.

The passenger compartment opened directly into the cockpit, where four flight staff were prepping the shuttle for takeoff. There was only one other chair she could spy, and she knew better than to claim it. Guest or prisoner, she shouldn’t sit until her host offered, and she seriously doubted he would.

Leaning over the pilot and copilot, the Supreme Leader rattled off orders, checking his people’s work before it was even complete.

Was he a pilot, too? She knew that flavor of backseat driving. It was why they banned so many temporary residents from the Kuma Lisa’s cockpit. Once you’d had a ship’s controls in hand, most people struggled to accept them in someone else’s.

Ren’s low voice carried through the small space, disinterested in keeping secrets from the damned. “Set course for Ord Trasi. We’ll rendezvous as planned with the Steadfast.”

She closed her eyes and took a beat to breathe through the bubble of panic at the planet’s name. None of this was planned. He didn’t know she’d been on her way back for a rendezvous of her own. If she was careful, she’d remain the only one in danger. They’d know something was wrong when she didn’t return in the morning…

And right now, she needed to open her eyes and play the game. Or she’d never get to wade through a muddy queue ever again. She’d never touch solid ground, feel the rain on her face, or swear at a too-hot sun if she met her end on a damned star destroyer. Or on this shuttle, for that matter.

She got a reign on her fear and looked back to the cockpit just as Ren turned. His black ensemble maintained his regal air even with wet hair sticking to his forehead and ten inches of mud climbing his boots. His cape was no less ominous for the messy streaks on its hem as it flowed behind his long, determined stride. She doubted she’d weathered the rain so well. But that might work in her favor. Anything, given the right approach, could work in one’s favor. It was just a matter of strategy.

The ship lifted off from the mud, hard rain streaking down the viewport like it could drive them back to ground, and Kylo Ren left his flight staff to handle the voyage. While the craft was spacious for a shuttle, it was far from a cruiser, and he closed the distance like shadows rushing in after a light switched off. She held her ground. Waited like a good little subject until his boots came within inches of hers.

She knew this tactic.

Men like him loomed over their prey for one of two reasons. He wanted a fight, or he wanted a trembling victim to torture. He was waiting to see which she’d offer.

She’d deny him both. If it came back to bite her in the ass, at least she’d die satisfied with her decision.

He’d kill her in a heartbeat if she tried to fight – unarmed, trapped on his ship, surrounded by his lackeys. If she served up the fear he craved, he’d wring it out of her until she ran dry, and then she’d be just as dead and twice as grateful to expire.

With the board set against her, she must change the rules.

The ship’s low rumbling beneath her feet reminded her she was already in the belly of the beast, and she must be very clever to climb back out again.

“Who are you?” For all his casual intimidation, he didn’t hide the curiosity in his voice, and his anger didn’t singe the air like it did once upon a time on a planet far, far away.

He recognized a game when he saw one, and the moment he was humoring her. Or at least humoring himself.

She didn’t bow, though she dipped her eyes for the fraction of a second it took her to gather air for an answer. There was a fine line between a silly little stranger and an annoying fool. Too much bobbing would look anxious, anyway. But she held his eyes as she replied.

“Dyrrine Bairdne, sir.”

“And you’re from Lethe.” His eyes traced the strands of beads around her neck, the rings on her fingers, and bracelets on her wrists.

Slowly, mindful of the many guns and deadlier things on display, she raised her hands and lifted her hood. The Supreme Leader’s attention swung to the ornaments woven through her hair, and he scoffed.

“I see you’ve added more armor.” He stared her dead in the eye, daring her. “Expecting to meet a monster?”

She let her nebulous serenity grow warm. A blast from a cheap, old heater on a bitter winter night. Hardly the sun’s rays. But it wasn’t like he wanted that.

“Not at all, Supreme Leader.” She touched the longest strand of beads, keeping his focus on the Selenubis. “I’m training to be the next Naine of my family. Carrier of a thousand wishes, which is what these – ” She lifted a handful of necklaces, letting them rattle to draw both eye and ear. “ – represent.”

He plucked one from her grip, and his eyebrows furrowed. A frown bent his mouth as he rolled the smooth grey stones between gloved fingertips. He studied them like they had a secret script he might decipher in the fluid lines weaving over the face of each sphere.

“Take them off.”

She blinked, masking a busy mind with a face full of surprise. “Sir? They are offensive, then.”

“They’re a nuisance.” Though he didn’t let go of her jewelry, he did return his attention to her face. The amusement had waned. He wanted through her defenses.

Twisting his grip, he dragged her off-balance, and she jerked half a step forward.

Lips by her ear, he repeated, “Take them off.”

With his hulking shoulders out of the way, she could see through the viewport again. At some point, as she bantered for her life, they’d jumped to hyperspace. If he ran her through, right here, at least she’d have a familiar view.

The instant she pulled the faintest comfort from the thought, the ship was spat out of hyperspace, and a planet filled the view.

“Sir,” the flight officer called. “We’ve reached Ord Trasi. On route to rendezvous with the Steadfast now.”

The ship must be hiding on the far side of the planet, away from the hyperspace lanes.

Ren shoved her away, and the two ‘troopers stepped up to flank her. While his intentions were still far from clear, she wasn’t the honored kind of guest. She caught herself before her guards had an excuse to put hands on her, and as the Supreme Leader stomped back to oversee the last leg of their journey, she folded her shaking hands back inside her wet sleeves.

She seized the opportunity to breathe. Still alive. Still in one piece. And another distraction had bought her another precious few minutes. What she’d do with that time she had no idea, but she had it anyway.

Three TIE fighters wheeled into view, streaking past in perfect formation. The first sign of a larger First Order presence.

“I didn’t order an honor guard,” the Supreme Leader snapped. “Order them back to the ship.”

Oh, he was definitely a pilot. He was practically twitching. Too much protection must insult his ego, especially when he wasn’t behind the controls.

The flight officer leaned into the comms and relayed the command, but the TIEs did not disperse. They roared past again, moving behind the shuttle, and she swore she could feel Kylo Ren’s oppressive attention physically lift from her to this new problem.

Doubtless, Ren had something to say. More orders. A good threat or three. But before he could express his wrath beyond the creaking of his glove around his fist, a series of blasts rocked the transport.

Alarms wailed, and the flight crew began shouting updates and alerts as every standing passenger – apart from Ren – lurched into the wall. Beyond the racket from the cockpit, she could hear the wheeze of a dying engine somewhere below.

Kriff.

“Where are our shields?” Ren demanded.

Frantically switching toggles, the pilot shouted over the cacophony. “The readout shows they’re online, sir, but the damage suggests – ”

“Sabotage.” The Supreme Leader all but spat the word.

Shrieking by for another pass, the TIEs sent a hail of green laser fire over the shuttle, and she listened to the hull groan. The wall under her face was warm, and she carefully worked her way to a line of emergency grip points above. She clung on for dear life, looping her arm through and preparing for the worst.

She would not go down with the ship.

And the ship was definitely going down. Hazy clouds blurred the stars, the dark of space fading into atmospheric blue as they lost altitude.

“Sir, we’ve lost too much power. The planet’s gravity is – ”

“Supreme Leader, they’re coming about! Brace for - !”

The side of the shuttle exploded.

The angle of the blast sent debris spearing into the cockpit, and from the corner of her eye she saw an arc of wet crimson splash across the view screen. Now entirely out of control, the ship rolled, and the two stormtroopers tumbled boots-over-helmet through the hole that used to be the other half of the passenger compartment. Their voice modulators warped their screams as they fell.

She screamed, too, lifted off her feet, thrown into wall-ceiling-floor in a dizzying cycle. Her belly leapt into her throat as the engine heaved its last breath and the craft dropped into freefall.

Smoke and sparks filled the air. She couldn’t see what had happened to the flight crew or their dread leader, but no one was doing anything to slow their descent. If there was sabotage though, who was to say the shields were the only system affected? Even if they were conscious, Ren was the only one with the power to do anything at this point.

Well. Not only Ren.

Moving from grip to grip, she worked her way closer to the damaged half of the ship. She needed perspective. She had to see what she was doing.

A blur of green and brown appeared between flashes of blue, and she cursed. All her wonderful protective charms kept flying up to smack in her face, tangle in her hair, and obscure her view. She had a choice to make, and she needed to make it quickly.

Regardless of whether or not Kylo Ren survived, she wasn’t ready to die, certainly not like this. So she’d just have to take her chances.

Letting go of her precious handhold with one hand, she set to work, tugging and tearing the necklaces from her throat. She ripped the rings off with her teeth, and half the bracelets snapped as she jerked them free.

Her senses blossomed, expanding beyond her skin, beyond her sight. She felt the distance between the ship and the planet below, teaming with life, and another dim pulse somewhere onboard. Another survivor. She’d worry about that later. She’d save herself first.

Reaching into the flow of energy and motion that kept the galaxy turning, she pulled. Just as she’d found the grip inside the ship to keep stable, she grappled with air currents, gravity, and space to stabilize the shattered craft’s descent.

It had been a long, long time since she’d tried anything on this scale, and it tore through her the way too much exercise ripped fragile muscles. Something wet dripped down her neck as the spinning slowed. They were still dropping too fast, and she pushed down at the planet until her ears rang with the effort.

Gradually, painfully, she took control of the fall.

This wouldn’t be a pretty landing.

But they just might survive it.

#kylo ren x female reader #kylo ren x original character #kylo ren x oc #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfiction #ben solo x reader #ben solo x oc #fic: the moon's lies

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pocketsofdaisy · 1 year ago

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a masterlist of my fics [✨updated periodically✨]

Hello hi!!! I'm Mish and I write mainly for Reylo but occasionally have fics for other enemies to lovers pairings.

All are COMPLETE and range between M - E ratings. Always check the full list of tags.

This list does not include my current WIPs. Please refer to my AO3 dashboard for them. Also see my monthly schedule for WIPs.

Some fics have commissioned art so check them out under #pocketsofdaisy art

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Reylo

CANONVERSE

breaker of chains (post-TLJ, multi-chap, 45k words) - where Rey has a premonition that Kylo won't survive the war and rekindles their force bond (and feelings for each other?!) | enemies to lovers, forbidden love, angst with HEA

i am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar (post-TLJ, one-shot, 14k words) - where the Supreme Leader's plans for a vacation cruise get shot to hell (but still gets the love of his life) | Halcyon Starcruiser, family secrets & mementos, secretly hooking up with the enemy to let off steam, hopeful ending

i can't get it right since i met you (post-TLJ, one-shot, 800 words) - where Supreme Leader Kylo Ren recklessly names a constellation after Rey and then some | pining, fantasising, hopeful ending

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

never surrender (dystopia AU, multi-chap, 43k words) - where the First Order rules the underworld and Resistance Officer Rey is the mole that Commander Kylo Ren is hunting down | childhood acquaintances to enemies to lovers, forbidden love, espionage, bittersweet ending but somewhat hopeful

but darling, you are the only exception (modern AU, one-shot, 17k words) - cross-country train vacation and there's only one bed (or cabin?!) | strangers to lovers, soft fluff with mild angst

when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun (modern AU with Magic, multi-chap, 15k words) - where Rey and Ben had a "thing" in the past and their misunderstandings come to a head at a party | Vampire Ben Solo x Vampire Rey Johnson, strangers to lovers, soulmates, creatures of the night having a sexually tensed Halloween celebration

MICROFICS

Reylomicrofics collection (multi-chapter, 4k words) - a combination of canonverse and modern AUs microfics done for the @reylomicrofics prompts.

Reylo Hot Ones microfics collection (one-shot, 3k words) - canonverse microfics done for the #ReyloHot1s event.

Post-TLJ: forced proximity & soft hand kissing for Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Resistance Jedi Rey.

Canon AU: spicy truth or dare with Galactic Republic Pilot Ben Solo x Pilot Rey Niima while on patrol duty.

Canon AU: Jedi Summer Camp shenanigans with camp counsellors Jedi Master Ben "I don't know how to flirt" Solo x Jedi Master Rey Niima.

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GingerRose

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

you're all that i want, all the love (modern AU, one-shot, 3k words) - a screwball comedy of Rose and Hux's double date with Ben and Rey (which becomes hate at first sight) | strangers to lovers, coffee shop, pub date, soft gingerrose

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Darklina

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

one (1) ongoing multi-chap WIP

no completed works at this time

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylofic #reylo fic #reylo au #reylo canonverse #reylo smut #pocketsofdaisy #pocketfullofdaisies #gingerrose #darklina

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vibrantbirdy · 2 years ago

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My Writings: Fanfic Masterlist

Hi all, this is my pinned post for my ongoing and completed fanfic. I mainly write for Star Wars but may stray to other Sci-Fi/Fantasy fandoms too.

Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first.

Thank you all for reading and for your likes and interactions - it means so much to me!

-Birdy

Fics below the cut...

Character x Reader

No Survivors

Title: No Survivors Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Whump; Hurt/Comfort and Romance if you squint. Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Main Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: Detailed descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing

Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.

Dissent

Title: Dissent Fandom: Star Wars Setting: Post Andor, Pre Rogue One Genres: Sci-fi; Action/Adventure; Hurt/Comfort; Romance Pairings: Cassian Andor x Female Reader Warnings for Chapter 1: Contains mature themes - Moderate-Strong descriptions of violence/injury detail and Imperial brutality including an instance of whipping - not gratuitous, mainly lead up and aftermath - and brief references to execution; Very strong language; Canon-typical angst; (Please bear in mind that Chapter 2 will include sexual content and mature themes) Chapters: 1/2 Word Count: C.6k

Summary: You are an ex-Imperial sharpshooter who defected from the Empire and forged a place for yourself in the Rebellion working intelligence. As part of a team led by Captain Cassian Andor to the planet of Divach, your mission is to uncover the reason behind the Empire's sudden interest in the small world. Following a disastrous start to the operation with severe consequences for Andor, you and he are thrown together to investigate further, and this seemingly simple directive becomes more complicated than you ever imagined.

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Character x Reader Requests/Asks

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Title: Crush Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens Pairings: Poe Dameron x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality Summary: You are working at the Resistance Base on D'Qar, and Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you - he's surprisingly awkward about it.

Title: Charade Fandom: Star Wars Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Enemies to lovers; Action/adventure; Fluff Warnings: Moderate sexuality; moderate swearing; mild violence/peril; brief mentions of loss of family/friends by Reader. Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 10k (oops) Summary: You and Captain Cassian Andor have to negotiate your personal differences and difficult history when you are both assigned to go on an undercover operation to the Galaxy's playground for the super-rich, Canto Bight, as a married couple.

Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Title: Proximity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;) Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; strong consensual sexual content - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) smut. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control) Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.

Title: Familiarity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor games Setting: Prior to the events of Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Action/adventure; Fluff; Angst; Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Canon typical combat violence; canon typical death/angst/survivor's guilt relating to Order 66; mild sexuality; one claustrophobic scene due to ruined temple adventuring; SPOILERS for Jedi: Fallen Order and minor ones for the set up to Survivor. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.8k (this one got away from me!) Summary: Believing each other lost to the brutal purge of the Emperor's Order 66, ten years after you were separated from your childhood best friend during the systematic eradication of the Jedi Order, you and Cal Kestis are finally reunited amid the strange Temple ruins of an ancient civilisation.

Title: Frequency Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Hurt/Comfort Setting: Post The Last Jedi, Pre The Rise of Skywalker Main Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: Mild/canon typical battle violence; mild/canon typical swearing Summary: You are Rey's long lost sister - a powerful force wielder - and you encounter Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, as you both search for something important to you.

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Fingertips Title: Fingertips Fandom: Star Wars: Rogue One Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Soft smut with feelings; slight angst Setting: Post events of Rogue One - canon divergence, you know the drill #everybodylives Pairings: Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso Warnings: 18 + ONLY - Explicit sexual content This is mostly smut, but it's romantic smut I hope - oral f!receiving, riding p in v sex (unprotected - please be sensible irl); brief, mild mentions of injury and recovery (unlikely to be medically accurate, sorry); strong language. Word Count: c. 2.5k Summary: Told from Cassian's POV. After surviving events on the planet Scarif, the crew of Rogue One have spent the past two months on Yavin 4 recovering. With Sergeant Jyn Erso cleared for duty and her inaugural mission fast approaching, Captain Cassian Andor is still recovering from his injuries, and he can't let her go without an attempt to tell her how he feels.

Remembrances

Title: Remembrances Fandom: Star Wars: Rogue One and Andor Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One Genres: Sci-Fi; Fluffy angst; Angsty fluff; Hurt/comfort; Friendship Characters: Cassian Andor and K-2SO Warnings: Cassian has memories of the execution of family member - described in abstract terms and not graphically; very slight spoilers for Andor, I guess? Word Count: c. 1.5 k Summary: Cassian has a nightmare and K-2SO tries to understand.

Supremacy

Title: Supremacy Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Main Character: Kylo Ren Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: This story is 18+ Moderate violence - combat, Force lightning used on Ren; brief but strong sexual content; strong language

Summary: Aboard the Supremacy, temporarily stripped of the Force and his lightsaber, Kylo Ren must repeatedly face the Elite Praetorian Guard until he bests them in hand to hand combat in order to prove himself to Supreme Leader Snoke.

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My current long form work is Pursuit. It is currently on hiatus but I WILL finish it! Please find links to all finished chapters here:

Title: Pursuit: A Ben Solo Star Wars Story Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Romance Setting: Post The Rise of Skywalker (Ben Solo lives!) Main Character: Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) Warnings: Canon-typical violence, adventure peril, mild swearing/canon typical swearing, minor angst, consensual sexual situations and descriptions Main Pairings: Ben Solo x Female OC Other Pairings: Poe x Finn; Mentions of Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) x Rey Completed chapters: 8/10 Author's Note 18/06/2023: Apologies that I have not updated Pursuit as frequently recently - endings are hard to write! I promise I will complete this fic soon. Thanks for sticking with it!

Summary: Three years after surviving events on the planet Exegol, Ben Solo is carving out a solitary life for himself in the New Republic against the backdrop of reconstruction. His pursuance of quiet redemption is interrupted when a new threat to the Galaxy emerges from an old and terrifying enemy. With the help of new friends and unlikely allies, Ben must set out into Wild Space to defeat the darkness rising and put his own demons to rest once and for all.

Links to:

Chapter One ; Chapter Two ; Chapter Three ; Chapter Four ; Chapter Five ; Chapter Six (18+ Sexual content) ; Chapter Seven ; Chapter Eight

In Progress

Chapter 2 of Dissent

Chapters 9 and 10 of Pursuit

#star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #star wars x reader #star wars fic

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anatee · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@thegreatwicked thank you so much for the tag! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Seven, I have all of them here as well.

2. What's your total A03 word count? 114,650

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars & Harry Potter (across all media). I guess Moon Knight counts, too, but I only have one so far. Honestly, I prefer writing for Star Wars (or anything else) here (smut), since all my Wattpad is Harry Potter-themed.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You can read all of these from my masterlist here!

These are all smuts.

Fantasy | Kylo Ren

Bloody Skywalker | Anakin Skywalker

A sweet way to go | Anakin Skywalker

Insufferable | Armitage Hux

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, but only when I have anything to add. But I absolutely love reading comments.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I hate angst, I don't like reading nor writing it, but ig Bloody Skywalker has kind of an angsty ending for some because - spoiler - Anakin still turns to the dark side. To me, it's a win, but I saw some people being sad about it 😅 I have a Harry Potter fic about an OC x Death Eater that ends pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my fics have happy endings, like I said, I hate angst. But let's say my Cedric Diggory fanfic in which he does not die and then has 5 children, a cottage and a wife with a tea shop.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, but now that I had my first book published - which started as a fic originally - I'm sure I will 🥴

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, that's why I'm here on Tumblr. I'm a good girl on Wattpad and a smut freak here. All kinds of smut. I kinda want to try writing a threesome since I never wrote it before and that will take some courage 😆

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, I'm not a big fan of them, but a Moon Knight crossover in which Marc's next personality is Poe Dameron sounds very tempting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep, multiple times on Wattpad.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? By myself, yeah 😆

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and that would be a nightmare for me. I don't agree with myself, let alone someone else...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? I usually hate canon x canon ships, because I always hate one of the characters, that's why I write x OC/x readers only.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh, for the love of Khonshu, the list is longer than the Nile.

16. What are your writing strengths? Based on thr compliments I usually get, I'd say it's describing emotions (which I hate doing) and sticking to the canon in fics (and not making OOCs).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I forget about things I know I should apply - like show, don't tell rule - and I hate proofreading.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Depends. Sometimes it works if the reader isn't supposed to understand either, but you gotta make sure it's correct and not too much.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Monster High, when I was like what, 11, 12?

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Insufferable for Hux aaaand Pact With The Devil for Tom Riddle.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic #tag #ff #questions #star wars fanfiction #smut #harry potter fanfiction #star wars #fic writing

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specters-rp-search · 4 months ago

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Canon Muse Masterlist

Contents

Sorted by fandom

Canon Muses are for double-ups only unless part of a drabble or character question meme. I am willing to try writing for characters/ships not written here, I'm just less familiar with them & may need to refresh myself!

🎇 Star Wars

Kylo Ren Ships: Your OC, Rey, Armitage Hux

Poe Dameron Ships: Your OC, Finn

Armitage Hux Ships: Your OC, Kylo

Rey Ships: Your OC, Finn, Kylo

Anakin/Vader Ships: Your OC, Padme

Padme Ships: Your OC, Anakin

Obi-wan Ships: Your OC, Satine Kryze

Leia Ships: Your OC, Han

Kanan Ships: Your OC, Hera

Hunter Ships: Your OC

Crosshair Ships: Your OC

📼Slenderverse/Marble Hornets

Brian/Hoody Ships: Your OC, Tim, Alex Kralie, Jay

Tim/Masky Ships: Your OC, Brian, Jay

Jay Merrick Ships: Your OC, Brian, Alex, Tim

Evan/HABIT Ships: Your OC

💫Marvel

Loki Ships: Your OC

Credits: Galaxy & Forest dividers by plum98

#star wars roleplay #marble hornets roleplay #marvel roleplay #marble hornets #star wars #marvel #canon muse #canon masterlist

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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“Canon” Kylo Ren x Reader Masterlist

Because I’ve written so much content for Kylo, tumblr officially won’t let me add any more links in the initial character masterlist post. As a response, I have copied all the current imagines/headcanons for my Supreme Leader Kylo Ren writing, and pasted them here.

This subdivision serves as a directory for within the larger Kylo Ren Masterlist. I’m very sorry for the additional step to get here, but we gotta do what we gotta do to make sure all the links work! All the links are under the cut.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Oneshots:

Healer

Lightning***

Something Incredible, Something Unstoppable***

To You***

Formidable***

Worship***

Empress - (A Kylo/Reader and KOR/Reader Gangbang)Hounds - (Kylo/Reader and KOR/Reader)***

Promises - Kylo Ren x Reader, Knights of Ren x Reader***

Hounds - (Kylo/Reader and KOR/Reader)***

Angst:

Kissing Supreme Leader Kylo before he slaughters some intruders

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s wife being taken by the Resistance

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren rescuing you

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren leaving to fight the Resistance

NSFW:

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren having a praise kink

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren loving to eat pussy HCs

Supreme Leader Kylo making his Knights watch him fuck you on his throne

Supreme Leader Kylo & the KoR fuck you after a mission

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren fucking you after murdering some enemies

Supreme Leader Kylo possessively fucking you on the throne

Supreme Leader Kylo getting edged for hours

Supreme Leader Kylo fucking you after slaughtering an entire village

Supreme Leader Kylo and the Force fucking you hard

Knights of Ren x Reader dynamic HCs

Stepping on Supreme Leader Kylo Ren HCs

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren fucking you on the interrogation chair

Touching yourself while Supreme Leader Kylo trains (Force Fucking involved)

Supreme Leader Kylo meditating/finding the dark side while fucking you

Supreme Leader Kylo jerking off when you tell him to HCs

Being Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s cockwarmer

Riding Supreme Leader Kylo in his TIE fighter

Teasing Supreme Leader Kylo HCs

Supreme Leader Kylo giving you multiple orgasms HCs

Supreme Leader Kylo fucking you with the Force

Throne sex with Supreme Leader Kylo

Pillow talk with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren after riding him

Y/N getting impatient and riling Supreme Leader Kylo up

Pegging Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren marking you up with hickeys

Receiving oral from Supreme Leader Kylo Ren HCs

Giving Kylo a handjob

Going on a joyride with one of the pilots...Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is not happy

Bratty sub Kylo getting punished

Sub Kylo getting rewarded for being good

First time with Kylo

Tying Kylo up and teasing him HCs

Kylo making you come multiple times

Riding Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Antagonizing Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Tying Kylo to the bed and riding his face

Sitting on Kylo’s face

Making out with Kylo’s mask

Sitting on Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s lap while he’s on the throne

Appreciating Kylo’s arms

Spanking HCs

Fluff/General:

Random hobbies Supreme Leader Kylo Ren has HCs

Brushing Supreme Leader Kylo’s hands on accident

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren watching the stars on a winter night with you

Supreme Leader Kylo: Killing a traitor/intruder

Supreme Leader Kylo: Writing and drawing on your skin with his calligraphy tools

Supreme Leader Kylo: Seeking out comfort from you when he’s upset

Morning routine with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren HCs

Domestic soft fluff with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren HCs

Sleeping with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren HCs

Supreme Leader Kylo eating sun matter and loving you

Supreme Leader Kylo having a crazy dream lol

Supreme Leader Kylo eager to kill a prisoner

Supreme Leader Kylo being romantic with you

Supreme Leader Kylo surprising you with romance

Stealing Supreme Leader Kylo’s cape

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren proposing to you

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren comforting you

Attending a gala with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Attending a meeting with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Lazy morning kisses with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Being Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s Empress

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s Empress being a badass

Kylo getting a hug for the first time in years

Kylo teaching his wife how to fight

Kylo Ren hunting down the galaxy to find you

Kylo befriending your pet

Supreme Leader Kylo mini HCs

*** = NSFW Content

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren smut #supreme leader kylo ren #adam driver fanfic #adcu #my writing #kylo ren canon masterlist

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avokyloren · 4 years ago

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Reylo AU Famous family

Reylo AU Profesor y estudiante (spanish post)

Mysterious woman

Pastel mood

Adam & Daisy

Parallels

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kylo-hux-fanpage · 5 years ago

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The Supreme Leader Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

#master list #The Supreme Leader Masterlist #supreme leader kylo ren #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #canon divergence #ben solo #Star Wars #star wars sequel trilogy

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beskarinhyperspace · 2 years ago

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A Ripple In Space

Silly girl, I need you alive..

More Chapters | Masterlist

1. More Air

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

wc.3.2k

You have been kidnaped and brought on the finalizer where you meet the famous Kylo Ren. The one who brought so much fear and destruction to the galaxy. Not being able to know the truth about your identity, he keeps you imprisoned on his ship.

[Kylo Ren x femReader]

*Canon Divergence, slow burn, softdom, hurt/comfort

The night was cold, like all the previous ones you've had since you embarked on this ship. The finalizer was the biggest you've ever seen in all your years fighting against the first order. You just wish you could explore it, especially since you’ve been trapped in this cell for months. All this big and imposing spaceship and you're stuck in this shoebox. You were sitting on the bed with your back against the wall when you heard a voice coming from across the room.

“Hey, get up..” and you do, walking towards the door. Gawking at the sight of the two stormtroopers waiting for you. One of them unclips a pair of handcuffs off his tool belt. Which made you roll your eyes to the sight of them. Sighing as you present your wrists so they can put them on you. Wondering where they were taking you this time.

You never knew what leaving your cell had in store for you. Maybe today was finally the day you get to walk out free or worst, killed. As you began to walk, your feet felt heavy navigating the corridors. Trying to keep up with their fast pace.

You didn’t get the chance to come out of your cell very often. So, you didn't really know what to expect on this ship. Especially since you've been here for months and nothing major had happened, yet. It didn’t helped that no one was giving you any information. Only giving you some essentials; food, water and a shower here and there.

You saw the soldier on your left pressing a button on his arm. Feeling a bit nervous arriving in front of a massive double steel door entrance, parting as you were approaching it.

The room was echoing, windows were covering the walls almost in its entirety. You were able to see ships arriving and departing the docking station from the other side of the vessel. The room was dark and mostly empty. There was only a desk with a leather armchair at the far back of the room. Walking closer to the desk, you saw a tall man standing near it. Staring outside the window facing the view in front of him.

The man was broad and intimidating. Everything he was wearing was black and was made almost entirely of leather, except for his cape who seemed to be made of a high quality silky cotton. As you were approaching, he turned around slowly. Immediately, you noticed the mask covering the man's face. You tried to swallow your nervousness but it was getting stuck in your throat.

It’s him..

“The one you asked for, sir.” one of the soldiers announced.

The stoic man simply nods to the troopers who were now walking away. Your hands were getting wetter as they left, leaving you alone in this grand, dark and empty room with him. He remained silent as he walked towards you. Looking at you up and down. Studying you like a hawk. You felt anxious, but mostly uncomfortable by his curious gaze.

“Why am I here?” you finally managed to asked, no longer able to keep the tension going.

He tilted his helmet, “why do you think you’re here?” speaking through his modulator in a calm yet playful way.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” you were slowly getting impatient. You were on edge by the lack of clues you were getting in this hell hole.

He took his gloved hand, coming closer to your face and focused. What is he doing? Suddenly you felt it tingling. A vibration trying to push itself into your mind. What is this? You hold on as much as you could. Is he the one doing this? After a moment, realizing that he couldn't get inside your head. He looked surprised, almost shocked.

“I know what you are and what you do. I know everything there is to know about you,” he claimed firmly.

Your eyes rounded up to his words. If he knew, you needed to warn the others. So many lives could be at risk. You need to play dumb, say something.. “I think you have the wrong person here sir. I don't even know what you're after.” You replied, trying really hard not to cough as you felt the anxiety coming back to your throat.

With a quick movement, he threw his arm up, extending it in your direction. You began to feel a weird sensation passing on your stomach before it slowly moved to your chest. The warm yet soft touch, crawled upward to envelop your throat.

You felt it tightened as you were being dragged across the floor. Having no control over your body whatsoever before it brought you right in front of him. Floating mid-air, feet slightly above ground. The invisible force around your neck was preventing you from talking. Feeling your chest compressing as you tried to reach out for air. He held his hand firmly in your direction before walking towards you.

“Do you take me for a fool?” his voice laced with anger.

You couldn't place a single word even if you wanted to. Your face was becoming redder by the second from the lack of oxygen in your lungs. On another hand, the supreme leader seemed to be enjoying watching you suffer at his mercy.

“You and your little friends won’t be the end of me. Mark my words, I will kill them, I will kill them all!” He yelled out to you. His voice-corder cracking to the intensity of his outburst.

You were still struggling to breathe. Panicking as you were trying to remove the invisible hand wrapped around your throat. Noticing that your breathing was slowing down. He let go of his grip as he watched you fall to your hands and knees. No longer floating, you were desperately gasping for air. Feeling your throat dry and in pain, you coughed a couple of times before speaking.

“Sir, no one wants to come at you..”

“What are you talking about?” He asked confused.

You looked at him from below, taking a deep breath before pulling yourself back on your feet.

“I’m saying that everybody is scared of you, why would anyone try to come directly at you..” you scoffed.

Which pissed him off even more, “That’s not what my sources have told me. If you want to get out of here alive, I suggest you change your attitude.” Now moving closer to you. He gently pushes a fallen strand of hair framing your face, back. You could hear the static of his modulator as he whispered softly into your ear, “It would be such a shame to kill such a pretty girl but I wouldn’t, hesitate..”

You felt incredibly small and powerless as you tried to control your shaking body. Why do you suddenly feel so hot? It's not like you knew what he looked like underneath his mask. Maybe he’s ugly, couldn't imagine feeling this kind of way about an old crispy man.

Chills were rising up your back. While you were anxiously trying to recenter yourself. All you could hear were his muted modulated chuckles.

“That’s enough for today,” he let out. Pressing a button on his arm. The hissing sound of the door sliding open echoed in the room, seeing the same soldiers reappear. “Take the girl back.” He orders them cold and firm.

As he’s about to turn around, you saw him move his fingers slowly. Feeling the same previous sensation going down on your stomach before it moved to the side of your hip and thigh. You didn't have time to process what was happening as you were being quickly picked up from under both of your arms. Your feet didn’t touched the ground once as you were dragged back into your cell.

Being thrown inside of it, you saw a plate of food waiting for you. Although upon seeing the supreme leader today, you were now more afraid than ever to eat it. Scared it might of been poisoned but you didn’t care. You had way too many emotions going on inside of you right now to have any kind of appetite anyway.

You moved towards the bed, getting under the covers before hiding yourself fully underneath. The complete silence of your prison cell was making you slightly on edge.

What do I do? What can I do?

He might be wrong about a detail or two, but he knew you did something and that was still too much for him to know. You cried as you start to shiver. The room wasn’t even that cold but you couldn’t help it. Feeling completely drained by your day.

You could’ve died today and no one would have known since no one knew where you were. All you could think about was your sister. Wondering if she was okay. You knew she was probably at home well and alive. Trying to convince yourself of that fact was doing very little to comfort you. You were way too overwhelmed to have any rational thoughts.

The lack of human contact and basic needs were killing you inside. The last time you saw her was four, six months ago? You didn’t even know how long you’ve been here. Having no clear indication of time really played with your sanity at this point. The days were all starting to blend together but tonight, thinking about her helped a little.

Three days had gone by since you’ve touched the food, they brought to you in daily. On a normal day, you just stayed in bed creating songs in your head or searching for flaws inside the cell. There was a small window letting you see the outside, but the ship hasn’t really moved lately. Which gave you the same view for weeks.

You were talking to yourself aloud when you saw a stormtrooper entered your cell. He tilted his helmet looking at you before walking around the tight space. Looking like a mad man as he searched your bunk. Throwing the covers off your bed as well as the mattress. Shocked and in fear, you tried to make yourself as small as you possibly could. Pushing yourself back into a tight corner. Trying to remain calm as he did his checkup, not wanting to interfere.

“All clear.” you heard him speak simultaneously pressing a command on the side of his helmet.

You watched him walk away relieved, letting out a blow of air. You didn't know what he was looking for but you were for sure happy they haven't found it here. That was the first time something like this ever happened since you were here. Useless to say that you were freaking out. After a moment of attempting to relax and calm yourself down. You thought that refusing food would've been harder.

Dying by famine was probably not your best way out but you were content with it. You just wished you could’ve seen your sister one more time before leaving. On another hand you'll see your parents again which you missed painfully. You had less energy as time went by. You tried to move as little as possible to conserve your energy. Lost in your thoughts, you jumped as you heard the swooshing of your cell door sliding open again. Forcing you to straight up to the guard who didn't need to talk for you to understand as he showed you a pair of handcuffs in his hand.

Once they were on, you walked the corridors. Curiously looking at the other troopers roaming the ship. You recognized the path you were taking. It was the same you previously used to see the Supreme Leader. Quickly recollecting what happened the last time you were in his office. His hand chocking you as you were floating in the fucking air.

That’s it I’m going to die tonight..

Arriving in front of the grand double doors, the soldier's halts. The one on your right moves his hands closer to your arms, removing your restraints. Gesturing with his helmet to get inside. Are they not following you inside?

Now this was weird. You truly had no idea what to expect anymore. He probably regretted not killing you the last time he had the chance to. Maybe he simply wanted to talk to you. That's possible, right? Either way you didn’t want to find out. You didn't want to be here at all. If you were to die on this ship, you'd prefer it to be alone, safe and peacefully thinking about your loved ones.

As you walked inside the darkly dimmed room, you moved slowly and cautiously. Hearing the supreme leader breathe as if he was near you. Although you could clearly see him from across the room. He was looking outside the window just like the last time you were here.

“Why are you not eating?” voice cracking from the electronics of his voice-corder.

You stayed on edge, trying not to show fear, “Is this what this is about? Why do you care if I live or—”

He turned around sharply cutting you off, “Silly girl, I need you alive...” now raising his voice at you.

You rolled your eyes to him before he comes rushing towards you. Coming to you way closer than you would've liked. You prepared yourself to choke as you see his hand moving towards your face. Your blood becoming cold to the knowledge of your apparent death. Dropping a single tear along your cheek thinking about your sister. Leaving her to be reunited with your parents.

Instead, he brought his index to catch the fallen teardrop. Talking low and soft in contrast to his previous outburst.

“I’ve been trying to read your mind but you’ve seemed to have closed yourself to the outside. Sadly, I don’t know if I was misinformed by my sources but until I find out, I need you to eat and keep your attitude in check. Surely you can manage to do that?" asking you as he pushed your hair off your shoulder.

You didn't dare to speak, simply nodding as a confirmation. Maker how long will he keep you here? He softly caressed your bottom lip with the tip of his gloved thumb before quickly pulling his hand away, clenching it into a fist.

You could hear the crinkling of the leather as he’s about to turn away, you stopped him, “Then why did you tried to kill me last time..”

He stayed still, puzzled by your question. “Why? Do you have a death wish?”

You could hear the smile in his tone as you kept yours neutral. If you're trapped on this ship you needed to find out why. Yes, he couldn't technically read your mind but why did he want to? You couldn't possibly be this valuable to him?

“I don’t, but I would’ve liked to see the face of my killer before I die..”

He tensed to your statement not knowing what to really think of it. “Is there a problem with my helmet pretty girl?” asking arrogantly.

Did he just called you pretty? No stop that, you need to stay focus here. You locked your eyes to were you think his were through the helmet. “No, I just think that only cowards cover their faces. Especially when they kill...”

You heard him breathing hot and heavy. Thinking that you've finally done it. He’s going to lose it and kill you on sight. Instead, he removed his helmet in a quick single motion. His eyes tired with bags under them. Pained as he was staring into yours intensely.

You wondered what had happened to him. His eyes were soft yet so lost. Your face began to relax as he remained silent. Giving you time to observe and analyze him like he did with you. His lips were twitching as if he was fighting to stay calm.

When he saw yours slightly parting as if you’re about to speak, he walked straight to you. His cape moving stiffly behind him. Now being able to smell him from the proximity. A clean scent mixed with leather and metal as he got closer to you. You were probably too afraid last time to notice it.

“Are you satisfied?” he demanded, his voice vibrating and shaking slightly. Oh was nervous..

You nodded anxiously in response. You had to admit, he was truly something. You were honestly stunned by his features. How could he be this beautiful? He couldn't be the supreme leader, right? He wasn't old like you previously guessed. No, he was actually handsome. He seems a little older than you. His skin the pale and features carved like some roman statue. He has long raven hair going almost to his shoulders. His curls looked soft even pushed back away from his face. He was large and tall, especially compared to you.

Slowly leaning to your lips, you felt his breath tingling your jaw as you closed your eyes. You didn’t know why but you were surrendering yourself more.

“Good” he replied simply, quickly pulling himself away.

You opened your eyes extremely confused. Did I do something wrong?

“Come get the girl...” You heard him speak eagerly between breaths into his wrist.

In a matter of seconds, you saw the doors opening while he remained unmoved. Taking a moment to stare at you before putting his helmet back on. Turning away to go back to his past position. You tried to stop the soldiers from picking you up like last time, but they still did.

You protested saying that you could walk by yourself and that they were hurting you but one of them reached to his hip. Unclipping a glowing stick from his belt. All you could hear was the quick sound of electricity before letting out a cry of pain. The adrenaline caused by the high frequency voltage was debilitating. Making you fall automatically to the ground, moving your knees instinctively fast to your stomach. As the guard was about to strike you with another hit, you heard the static of a modulated voice.

“What are you doing !?” He yelled to the soldier.

The man appeared lost, not knowing what he did wrong as he looked to his partner. The supreme leader extended his arm, throwing him into the wall before turning to look at the other. “Just bring her back..” He ordered him, speaking through his teeth angrily.

Back into your cell, you were lying on your bed trying to calm yourself down. You were still feeling dizzy from the attack. Although all you could think about was the supreme leader. He was leaving you with more questions than answers. He was hot, then cold.. He almost killed you, but then he needed you alive. He was violent but then talks to you softly. The way he looked at you, you could've sworn he wanted something from you or was it all in your head?

What does he want?

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 7 months ago

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call out my name - kylo ren x male reader

this is part 2 of lost in yesterday, definitely recommend reading that first before continuing!

warnings/things to note: SUGGESTIVE but no smut (even more than the last oops), male reader, hints of reader's unstable mental health, uhh not really canon timeline but it's finee

reqs open (link goes to req boundaries)

masterlist.

word count: 2,567

Kylo walked down the hallways of the ship, his thoughts consumed by you. He hated how you had gotten under his skin. You were a prisoner, a potential threat to the First Order, and yet he couldn't help but be intrigued by your fearlessness.

He arrived at his quarters and punched in the code to unlock the door, stepping inside and collapsing onto his bed. He ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.

Hours passed with Kylo tossing and turning in his bed, unable to shake the memory of your defiant smirks and sarcastic comments. He couldn't understand why you had such an effect on him.

He finally gave up on sleep, sitting up in bed and rubbing his temples. He had never been this obsessed with a prisoner before. Most were forgettable, just a means to an end. But you were different. You were… captivating. And captivating as you were, you took this precious silent moment as an opportunity to sleep. It wasn't comfortable, but you knew your body needed rest.

As you rested in your cell, Kylo stared out the window, his mind racing with thoughts of you. It was late but sleep again seemed impossible. He decided to take a brief walk around the ship, hoping to clear his thoughts.

As he wandered the dimly lit corridors, he found himself heading towards the cellblock. He told himself he was just checking on security, but deep down he knew the real reason.

He stopped in front of your cell, his eyes locking onto your peaceful sleeping form. The Supreme Leader stood there for a few moments, watching you sleep. Your features were soft, your usual smirk replaced by a calm expression. There was something almost innocent about you when you were asleep.

He silently chastised himself for the thought, shaking his head as he tried to push down the odd feeling in his chest. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to see you as nothing but an enemy, yet here he was, staring at you like a lovesick fool.

He debated with himself for a moment, torn between walking away and waking you up. He had never struggled so much to decide on something. He was Kylo Ren, the formidable leader of the First Order. He didn't second guess himself or feel sympathy for prisoners.

But you… you had somehow gotten under his skin.

In a split moment, he made a decision. He pushed the button to unlock the cell door, letting it creak open as the light flooded into the darkened cell and causing you to stir from your sleep.

"Mm, back for round two, eh?" you teased, though your voice was softer and raspier as you blinked to adjust your eyes to the harsh light.

Kylo stepped into the cell, his boots making a soft click as they hit the metal floor. He stopped at the foot of your bed, his gaze roaming over your face in the dim light.

"I should be demanding answers from you, not standing here like a damn fool," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Don't beat yourself up, princess. No one has managed to crack me yet, and I've been in some really sticky situations," you said with a soft sniffle. "Though I will say, your torture chambers are much cleaner than ones I've been stuck in before."

He grunted in agreement, leaning against the wall next to your bed. He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze fixed on your face.

"You're a tough one, I'll give you that," he admitted begrudgingly. "Most prisoners would be begging for mercy by now."

He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face, noticing the hint of a sniffle in your voice. "Are you… are you crying?" he asked, his voice slightly tinged with concern.

"Nah," you shrugged, clearing your throat with an exaggerated cough. "Just laying here, collecting dust."

Kylo's eyebrow quirked up at your response, knowing damn well you were lying. He wasn't fooled by your casual act. "Bull," he said bluntly.

"You've been crying." He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, studying your face more closely in the dim light. He could see the tear stains on your cheeks, even though you tried to hide them.

"So?" you shrugged with a scoff. "I cry myself to sleep like a teenage girl, what about it?"

His expression softened at your defensive response. He hated how stubborn you were, even when you were clearly vulnerable. "It's a weakness, you know," he remarked, his tone less harsh than usual.

"Crying shows vulnerability. It shows that you're weak. You shouldn't let anyone see it."

"Not crying shows more weakness," you countered, the raspiness in your voice leaving but your tone still soft. "Bottling it all up, pushing it deep down inside you until… well, you snap…"

You licked your lips, lightly chewing on the lower one as you found words to fill the void. "It's not healthy. It makes you even more susceptible to break, you know."

Kylo furrowed his brows as you spoke, your words hitting a nerve. He couldn't deny that there was some truth to them. Bottling up emotions was something he was all too familiar with.

"But crying shows your enemies that you're weak," he insisted, his voice dropping to a soft growl. "It gives them the satisfaction of knowing they got to you."

You grew silent, studying Kylo.

"And the friends that comfort you, you all become so much stronger together than the enemy ever will be alone. Vulnerability does not always mean weakness," you continued, your voice dropping to a whisper. "It can also mean... power."

Kylo was taken aback by your words. He hadn't expected such a profound insight from a prisoner. He had always been taught to keep himself composed, to never let his emotions get the better of him. But as he looked at you, with your tear-stained face and sincere words, something stirred inside him. It was almost like you were making him question everything he had ever known.

"Power, huh?" he muttered, his voice tinged with skepticism. "How does vulnerability give anyone power?"

You licked your dehydrated lips again, studying Kylo's mysterious expression to find the right word for him.

"Trust," you decided after a while. "It's a sign of trust."

Instantly his expression darkened at the word trust. Trust was something he had given and had been betrayed many times before. "Trust is a weakness," he stated, his voice laced with bitterness. "It makes you vulnerable. Makes you easy to manipulate."

"With the wrong people, of course," you let out a chuckling scoff. "That's why you have to be careful. But to the ones- the good ones- that you trust…" you shook your head with a soft sigh. "That vulnerability becomes the most powerful thing that not even droids, clones, stormtroopers, or- or even Snoke can destroy."

Kylo's jaw clenched at the mention of Snoke. That twisted old bastard had manipulated him for years, twisting his mind and making him commit horrific acts in the name of the dark side.

He pushed the memories aside, focusing back on your words. He wanted to scoff, to tell you how stupid your beliefs were, but something held him back.

"You're naive," he said instead, his voice lacking the usual scathing tone.

"No," you shook your head again, pain twisting your heart at how fragile he is. The part he tried so desperately to hide. "Deep down, you know I'm right. You just need to heal."

His eye twitched at your suggestion, his anger flaring up at the mention of 'healing'. He had been told the same thing countless times before, by his mother, his father, even Snoke...

"Shut up," he snarled, trying to rein in his temper. "You know nothing about me. I don't need to heal. I'm strong enough as I am."

Your gaze morphed into one of remorse and grief.

"Oh, if you only saw what I see in you," you whispered, a rogue tear rolling down your cheek. "How much pain you've been through, and how it shaped you. But you could be so much more…"

Kylo clenched his fists, his breathing becoming ragged at your words. Your sympathetic tone cut through his armor more than any blaster shot ever could.

"Don't look at me like that," he snapped, his voice cracking slightly. "You don't know anything. You don't know the pain I've endured. You don't know the horrors I've witnessed. You're just a prisoner, a plaything for me to interrogate and dispose of when I'm bored."

You licked your lips again, then gulped down the lump forming in your throat. You cleared it and looked away with a sour smile. "Right… because I'm just a silly little boy who knows no pain," he scoffed, his tone oozing with sarcasm.

He gritted his teeth, frustrated by your sarcastic attitude. He knew damn well that you had experienced your own share of pain. He could see the scars on your arms, the sadness in your eyes. But he refused to acknowledge it.

"You're a fool," he growled, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance. "A silly little boy with foolish beliefs and a death wish. You're nothing but a complication in my life, a problem to deal with."

"So deal with me!" You chuckled as your voice raised slightly in volume, almost opening your arms but quickly remembering they were still bound. "Why am I here? I've provided nothing useful for your First Order, and I'm definitely not for the Resistance."

The Supreme Leader blinked as he was taken aback by your request. He had expected you to continue resisting, but instead, you seemed almost eager to get this over with.

He walked forward, his footsteps echoing softly in the silent cell. He stood next to your bed, his gaze studying your face with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

"You're right," he admitted. "You haven't provided us with any information. You're an anomaly, a question mark that doesn't fit the narrative."

"Exactly," you leaned closer to Kylo as much as you could while still bound. "So why... am I... here?"

Kylo's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deception. He hated how close you were to him, your face only a few inches away. He could see every imperfection, every tiny movement in your eyes.

"Do you really want the truth?" He asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Oh, very much so," you whispered.

He paused for a moment, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. His mind was a tangle of conflicting emotions, his usual stoicism faltering in the presence of your vulnerability and defiant spirit.

"I brought you here to break you," he continued, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "To extract information, to bend you to my will. But you've proven… resilient."

He remained his cold gaze on your beautiful eyes, and you kept it with the same defiance as when he walked in here last time.

"And here I am, bound and at your mercy. I've already had my fun, so what's your move?"

Kylo couldn't deny the effect you had on him. Your gaze was unwavering, your resolve strong even at your lowest point. And that smirk, that infuriating smirk that both irritated him and intrigued him.

He reached out, his gloved hand gently trailing down your cheek. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin.

"You want to know what my move is?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low growl.

"Desperately."

Kylo's hand paused at your jawline, his thumb tracing the curve of your chin. He could feel your breath, shallow and uneven, against his palm. He was torn between giving in to his desires and keeping his guard up.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he spoke your name as a warning, his voice a soft growl. "You have no idea the things I could do to you, the power I hold over you right now."

You tittered under your breath. "See, the thing is..." you tilted your head, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "I do know. I have since you waltzed your way in here. I was just waiting for you to remember who you are."

Okay, maybe that last part was a lie. But Kylo's eyes widened at your words, a flicker of surprise passing through them. He had underestimated you, and that frustrated him. He had come here expecting to toy with you, to break you. But now, it was as if you had flipped the tables on him.

He leaned in even closer, his face now mere inches from yours. His hand moved from your chin to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

"You think you know me?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "You think you know what I'm capable of?"

"Not all of you," you confessed. "But I know you're about to do one of two things to me: one, kiss me. Two, kill me. Then I'll know just who you really are," you breathed with a soft smile.

His heart skipped a beat at your words, his mind momentarily blanking. He hadn't expected you to be so frank, so nonchalant about the situation you were in. He wasn't used to people seeing through him like this. He tugged lightly on your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. His eyes roamed over the soft, vulnerable flesh, his pulse quickening at the sight.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low whisper. "And which one do you hope it is?"

"Surprise me?" you hummed softly, picking the lock to the binds and draping your arms around Kylo's neck and shoulders. His own hands instinctively moved to your waist, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer. His body reacted to your touch, his pulse quickening and his heart pounding in his chest.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours. He could feel your warm breath against his skin, and it stirred something deep inside him.

"Impressive," he admitted, his voice slightly raspy. "Clever boy."

Kylo's mind was spinning as he couldn't deny the effect you had on him. He had come here expecting to hold all the power, but now he could feel himself losing control.

His hand slid up your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, and he could hear your heartbeat, quick and steady against his chest.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" He whispered, his breath hot against your neck.

"That's what makes me the most fun or the most woeful you'll ever have," you chuckled under your breath.

Kylo let out a soft chuckle as well at your words. He had to admit, you had a way of getting under his skin. You challenged him in ways no one else had before.

He lightly pulled your head back further to expose your neck. He trailed a line of kisses down your throat, his lips light and teasing, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

"You're playing with fire, you know that?" He murmured, his voice a low growl.

"Well thankfully, I don't burn that easily."

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 7 months ago

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The Moon's Lies

Summary: Kylo Ren x named!Reader. It was never going to be black or white, Light or Dark, friend or foe. Who wouldn't let the galaxy burn to keep their loved ones safe?

Warnings: 18+, Murder/"execution," graphic violence, unspoken threat of bodily harm, twisted morals, Kylo Ren being himself

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This chapter is the only pre-TFA part of the story. Everything after that is in the AU as described.

A/N: Holy shit, I'm having so much fun with this. You all have no idea (but you will soon). Out here crafting whole-ass mythologies and cultures for this shit. Literally forgot to post this first chapter because I'm neck-deep in the next. Please, please, please do comment! I post for interactions with friends new and old. Otherwise I'd hoard all my embarrassing stories like the grouchy old dragon I really am.

He needed to maul something.

His lightsaber practically vibrated on his belt, answering the pull of itching hands as Kylo Ren stormed into the planet-side depot. Civilians scattered from their orderly lines in front of the First Order’s regional bureaucratic office, startled like so many kaadus. The system had so little to offer, the Order couldn’t even justify a separate complex for the port authority and notary.

A shabby little base on a barren little world. If he could, he’d sink his saber to the planet’s core and kill it all in one, fell stroke.

What a waste of his time.

The rebel insurgent had nothing. They hunted him to the edge of the First Order’s territory only to discover a dead end whose handful of contacts met the heat of Kylo’s blade long ago. They’d missed something. He’d missed something. Instead of fresh leads into the Resistance’s plans, he would leave empty handed. This detour took weeks, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that their enemies were planning something. But in the end, the only thing the dead Rodian had been good at was hiding. Any trooper could’ve shot the scum and been done with it. No need for the Knights of Ren.

He looked like a fool.

Rage tipped over the edge of reason, flooding logic, and plans, and anything but the dark urge to destroy.

He marched through the door, well ahead of his knights. The stormtroopers were nearly as eager to avoid his wrath as the civilians, and he burst into an empty hall. The faintest conversation reached him, a hum of living Force further inside. He followed it. Down the hall. Around the corner. Gathering fuel to further spark his hate for this place and all the people in it as he approached.

A crisp, core world accent he had no doubt belonged to an officer carried farthest.

“I’m afraid it just won’t do. If you want clearance to leave for Gan Moradir, I’ll need those credits in my hand. Today.”

“You already have them.”

The second voice almost surprised Ren. He could barely feel the speaker’s signature, and he rested his hand on his saber, ready for a battle. No one unskilled in the Force could veil themselves like that.

From the sound of things, he had two valid targets to suffer for his humiliation. With new focus, he prepared to take the last corner, the heat in his blood ready to burn through the traitors and fools ahead.

Just out of sight, the officer tsked. “Not enough, I’m afraid.”

“Do you plan on demanding more every time we visit your system?”

“I could.”

“I’m afraid that will be very bad for trade.”

Ren saw the pair before they saw him. A First Order corporal with his hands clasped behind his back and a sneer on his face stood opposite a civilian girl, both oblivious to their approaching doom.

“Corporal.”

The man practically jumped out of his uniform, eyes bugging wide. The girl barely even flinched, following the officer’s panicked gaze with guarded curiosity. Ren would deal with her after he thinned the ranks. It was important to cut out rot before it spread, after all.

“Lord Ren!” The officer’s voice wavered, nearly breaking like a teenager’s as he took two steps away from the civilian and bowed to his superior. “My apologies. We’d heard your knights may be in the system, but we had no idea you’d actually –”

“What is the First Order’s standing on bribery?” He asked like he didn’t know simply so the criminal would recite his own conviction. Let him know how he’d failed. Let the fear string out his last moment.

The corporal’s mind couldn’t keep pace with his spiking adrenaline. He shifted, eyes darting for an escape, an excuse, as he tried to drag an explanation through his dry mouth.

“Well, I…”

Ren had no mercy. And no patience. His hand clenched over his blade’s hilt, and he imagined he could already feel the subtle vibration as it came to life to end another’s.

“Well?”

The corporal swallowed, and Ren watched the confidence roll away down the man’s throat.

“Soliciting or accepting bribes in any form, be it credits or goods, is a class three offense, sir.” He spoke clearly. Responding to a clear order with clear rules he would’ve learned by rote in training. He knew the consequences for disguising this theft behind the First Order’s banner, and now Ren would reveal a new part of the corporal. Blood. Bone. The messy things he wrapped out of sight beneath his skin.

Ren hummed. A mockery of consideration as he swayed nearer, forcing the smaller man to stare up at a painful angle. Decapitation was too neat for such a selfish little traitor. Maybe he’d sheer away half the man’s chest. Or leave him in a dozen pieces for his command to discover.

“I see.” He stalked forward another step, savoring the building dread like a cool wind beneath his mask. “And what is the punishment for class three offenses?”

The officer’s lingering hopes to put off his superior with a lie – Blame the girl, his mind screamed – finally crumbled. The dread Force-wielder had caught him. He knew enough to damn him. He’d been judged. He’d been sentenced. Only one step remained. Kylo Ren loomed, a Loth cat playing with vermin caught raiding the larder, and his uniform was an invitation to deal justice, not the shield the corporal once believed. He backpedaled, nearly foaming at the mouth as he spluttered a final plea for mercy.

“Lord Ren, please! I merely –!”

Red light and a crackling hum cut him off.

Ren speared the traitor through the belly, letting the fool totter backwards, wheezing for a breath that would never come. The corrupt officer groped over his exposed diaphragm as he tumbled to the floor, and his head met the polished floor with a crack as he continued pointlessly gasping.

It wouldn’t be a quick death.

Satisfied, Ren looked at the second actor in this little scene. She’d barely flinched when he struck down the corporal, but her attention remained fixed on the dying criminal. Ren waited for the inevitable wave of panic, ready to toy with a fresh target, but the life ending at her feet held her gaze. Something about her blunted his senses, and he struggled to pry into her mind beyond what she projected: caution and studied calm.

Maybe it was shock. Or maybe she needed reminding of her own mortality.

Ren cut off the corporal’s death rattle with a stroke of his saber, and as the head rolled across the hall, the girl finally looked up to meet his gaze. He glowered back through his visor, itching for her reaction.

She bowed. Maintaining the poise of a diplomat who hadn’t just witnessed a brutal execution, she dipped at the knees, dropping her eyes in polite deference before rising to meet him all over again. Still as a lake.

His lightsaber hissed, twisting in his grip. He pointed it under her chin, demanding she answer every question he hadn’t asked.

“You.” He didn’t bother with the show he’d put on for the corporal. Her careful placidity irritated him, and it felt like her very presence muted his senses when he hunted for her fear.

He looked again, noting the grey stone pendant and loops of beads she wore. A memory teased the edge of his lingering rage, dragging his focus away from his quest for bloodshed. He’d seen that material before. He recognized the numbing sensation in the Force from a failed project to build better restraints for Force sensitive prisoners. “What is that?”

Her fingers rose to the pendant, brushing over an unfamiliar pattern of engraved stars.

“It’s Selenubis, sir.” She paused, flicking her gaze over his mask like she might find a clue to his expression. When he didn’t answer, she pushed ahead. “A traditional protection charm from Lethe. If it’s offensive to the First Order I can come again with out it…?”

Behind his mask, he ground his teeth, clawing against the foggy wall so few of her thoughts penetrated. Selenubis proved useless to the First Order when it became clear the stone did as much to shield a prisoner from other Force users as it did to shackle the target.

She wanted to return without her shield? She wouldn’t leave with it. He’d hack it off her neck, and if he didn’t like what he found in her head, she wouldn’t leave with that, either.

His flickering saber reflected in her eyes as he angled it up, forcing her to expose her throat as red lightning reflected in bottomless reservoirs of control. He didn’t believe for a second she was ignorant of the power in her little trinkets and beads.

Just as he prepared to cleave through her jewelry – and likely leave a deep burn to remember him by – one of his knights burst into the hall.

“Commander. The Supreme Leader requests your presence. Immediately, sir.”

His foiled rage rebounded, arcing like a current through his bones and burning him with his own intent as he growled in frustration. The sound hissed through his modulator.

This would have to wait.

Deactivating his saber, he stepped back, pivoted on his heel, and marched back the way he came. He would have to relive his humiliation at his master’s feet, and there was no time to vent his frustrations.

He left no orders in his rush to answer his master’s summons. No one held the girl or even took special note of her name and business as he knelt before Snoke’s projected image, and by the time he returned to the hall, she was gone.

The documentation the dead corporal had been withholding, a pile on the floor by his headless corpse, had gone with her.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x oc #kylo ren fanfiction #ben solo x reader #named!reader #ben solo x oc #fem!reader #fic: the moon's lies

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stormkobra-5 · 3 years ago

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The House of Fett

Pairing: Poe Dameron x ForceUser!Mando!Reader

Chapter No.: 1/28

[Series Masterlist]

Summary: You're Y/N Janghis Fett, the only daughter of the infamous bounty hunter himself. When you were eight years old, you discovered quite by accident that you were Force-sensitive, and so your father Boba sought out the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, who would, for the next eight years of your life, be your mentor in the ways of the Force-- but you are no Jedi. You are a Mandalorian, even if you do happen to wield lightsabers. However, when the Sith Lord Kylo Ren-- whom you once knew as Ben-- begins to seek out your old mentor for terrible purposes, you're met with the familiar face of Poe Dameron, who is requesting your aid, and you agree to help him only once. But when Luke is not where you think, sending you and Poe on a galaxy-wide hunt for your elusive mentor, you're forced to work with him even longer than you had originally planned. This complicates things greatly, because you've been helplessly in love with him since the day you met him, and unrequited love is a painful thing indeed.

Notes: Ok, I get it. I'm obsessed with this idea. I absolutely love the Mandalorian culture, alright? And Poe Dameron. And lightsabers, though I can't fathom somebody using only one, so you get to be a badass like Ahsoka and use two-- sorry you don't get to pick a color. Yet. (And also you’re gonna fly the Slave. What else would you fly??? I mean you're Boba Fett's kid!)

A/N: This story does not, I repeat, does not have any plot similarities to The Heir of Djarin besides um, the actual movies? Other than that, the only similarities are the fact that the reader is a Force-using Mandalorian, there’s a HanLeia age gap, and there's involvement of everybody's faves Din and Grogu. Banks of the Nile Part 1 is almost finished, a couple drabbles are on the way, and I have a couple of asks (WOOOOOO) to finish as well. Chapter 2 should be in the works soon! ^^

Ratings/Warnings: 18+, canon-typical language/violence, but I want it to be absolutely clear that when the reader meets Poe, yes, she has a crush on him, like most little girls have crushes, but Poe feels absolutely nothing because she is a child. There is nothing like that here. The romance comes into play when the reader is over 20, a full-fledged adult.

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Strength is life, for the strong have the right to rule. Honor is life, for with no honor one may as well be dead. Loyalty is life, for without one's clan one has no purpose. Death is life, one should die as they have lived. This is the Creed of the Mandalorian.

This is the Way.

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The Mandalorians are a wandering people. Interstellar ghosts, legends, rumors.

They are without a place to call home, their planet long since destroyed from a time when the Emperor still ruled. They are without lands of their own, but they are not without honor, nor are they without their warrior spirit. Even without Mandalore, they are still very real and still very much alive. That is what your father told you, what he raised you to believe in. Your father, the notorious bounty hunter Boba Fett.

Boba found you as an infant. Many years after returning to his bounty hunter lifestyle once he was done on Tattooine, a quarry had landed him in the middle of a recently-destroyed village, victim to the forces that would become the First Order in later years. His quarry was dead, but there, he found you. A helpless baby that had somehow survived the destruction and chaos, crying out from the rubble of your cradle and desperate for help. Boba had only meant to take you to someplace where you would be well-cared for, but he soon found himself understanding the plight of Din Djarin.

Unexpectedly, he cared for you.

And so, Boba Fett raised you as his own. You were named Y/N Janghis Fett, and he ensured you knew the Mandalorian Way well. He taught you the ins and outs of being an excellent bounty hunter, strategizing, survival, various forms of combat, and even dogfighting. You became a formidable opponent on the ground and in the sky, following your father on every single one of his jobs and proving yourself a valuable asset to him-- and that was before you were even eight years old.

Shortly after your eighth birthday, Boba took you to see an old ally of his.

Din Djarin.

Younger than Boba, Din was able to teach you more easily what subjects Boba had difficulty with, ones that you could not learn on your own. Half a standard year you spent with Djarin while your father took more jobs elsewhere in the galaxy. The one who wielded the Darksaber became like an uncle to you, and even now you are very close to him-- your clan consists of only four people: your father, Din Djarin, Grogu, and your mentor, whom you met in your eighth year.

You had been told many times to keep away from the river nearby where Din had set up his temporary home. Children never listen, and even though your upbringing was stern, you were no exception. Neither, really, was little Grogu.

It all happened so fast, you don’t really remember the details anymore. But Din has told you the story so many times, you know it well from a third-person perspective.

The river had swollen from recent rains, and in an attempt to chase a frog while you made sand castles, Grogu was swept away, just as Din arrived with intention to scold the both of you for going near something so dangerous. Din couldn’t swim well in the rapids with his heavy beskar armor, but you saved him the difficulty of even having to try.

You’d extended a hand toward the child, and only using your mind, lifted him clear out of the raging river and safely onto shore. At first Din had thought that Grogu had done it himself, until he realized that it was you. Of course, you had seen young Grogu utilize the Force many times. You knew what it was, and what it meant. You wondered if Boba would send you away to live with some seclusive monk on some distant world, teaching you obscure religious practices about the Jedi.

While Din was distracted caring for the shocked Grogu and sending an urgent transmission to your father, you raced off into the forest. You went so far and so deep that you were certain no one could find you. In your naive child-mind, you believed that if you simply willed it away, then away it would go. You were also naive in the notion of believing no one could find you.

Boba himself found you much later that day, and you knew that any attempt at defending yourself would be futile. So you curled up with your knees to your chest and your head bowed into them, hiding your face. Boba sat calmly beside you, casually, as if this were an ordinary day.

For a long while, he said nothing. Then his hand was on your back as a symbol of comfort, and you launched yourself at him to tackle him into a tight hug despite his armor. “What are you afraid of, little bantha?” Boba questioned softly.

“I don’t want you to send me away.”

Boba chuckled at that. “I would never. You think I would stuff you away to some distant temple to be raised by a monk? No, I will not. The Force is mysterious, but it is also dangerous. For a Mandalorian, for a bounty hunter, it could be a powerful ability. But this is new for you. What does one do with new abilities?”

You had hesitated for only a moment, for you knew the answer well. “...Learn about it. Learn to use it.”

“Very good,” Boba praised, “And if that entails learning from someone other than myself or Din?”

“I... I must do it.”

“Yes,” Boba hugged you then. “But I would never leave you, little bantha. You will learn as you have learned here, for I will visit you often, and I am sure that if I am too distant to do so, then Din will for me.”

And through Din, Boba found your reluctant mentor.

Luke Skywalker.

The legendary Jedi Knight had a school for people like you. A Jedi Academy. You still remember your awe at entering the stone fortress, where young children just like you learned to wield laser-swords while blinded by helmets. Seeing over it all was a middle-aged man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes, who wore all black and demonstrated moves before a class on invisible opponents, utilizing a blazing emerald blade and using almost unnatural finesse.

When he spotted the two of you waiting in the doorway, Luke told the class to continue the lesson without him for a moment. He turned off his lightsaber and swiftly approached. “Boba Fett,” He greeted, eyes glittering warily with past memories of encountering the bounty hunter. “I thought you were dead.”

“Maybe I was,” Boba chuckled dryly.

“I did not expect you to come here, of all places,” Luke continued, and his gaze landed on you. He wasn’t frightening at all, but you still tightened your grip on your father’s hand. “...Though I suspect the reasons for your visit well enough. Who is she?”

“This is my daughter,” Boba replied; you knew, always, that you were adopted, for Boba felt it was your right to know. He always told you, however, that blood mattered little. Family could be without blood connections. Yet he always introduced you as his daughter, never feeling the need to state that you’re adopted. “Y/N Janghis Fett.”

Luke turned his attention from Boba fully to you, crouching so that he was level with you. Were you any other child, you might have hidden behind your father’s legs his gaze was so intense. But you’d been raised to be brave and face any obstacle, even if it were the eyes of a Jedi. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Luke.” He reached out to shake your hand, and you returned the gesture. “Do you have special powers? Is that why you came here?”

You hesitated, looking up at your father to try and see what you should do next. He nodded once to assure you. “It’s alright, little bantha, you can tell him.”

You met Luke’s gaze straight-on, swallowing your fears of being raised by a reclusive monk. Luke didn’t seem so bad, after all. “I can lift things with my mind.”

He didn’t seem very surprised at all, only intrigued. “Have you always been able to do that?” You shook your head. “Do you want to be a Jedi?”

Again, you shook your head. “I’m a Mandalorian.”

Luke smiled a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he stood. “If she’s unwilling to learn the ways of the Jedi, then I cannot teach her.”

Boba grunted his understanding. He had already warned you that this might happen. “Of course. Do you know someone who might?”

“You might seek out Ahsoka Tano, but the last I heard of her was many years ago; but she did not train Grogu, either.”

Boba inclined his head. “Very well then. Thank you for y—“

“Wait,” You reached for Luke’s hand, holding it tightly to try and convey your urgency. He looked down at you, surprised. “Please train me. I don’t want to hurt anybody. Even if I’m not a Jedi, I’ll be good, I promise, and I’ll learn what you teach me.”

Luke and Boba shared a glance before Luke knelt down again for you. His tone was gentle as he spoke to you. “...If this is what you want, then I cannot train you as I would everyone else. You would have to watch, and learn, and I would teach you when I’m not training my Jedi students. Do you understand?”

You understood completely, despite your young age. And so Boba left you there with a promise to return, and you began your training under Luke Skywalker.

It wasn’t very hard for you to adjust. You were given an equal share of chores and tasks, like everyone else, and when Luke taught his classes, you stood off always and watched closely. The only classes you rarely watched were his teachings of the Jedi religion, although you did listen to their histories. Eventually you were given a pair (per your preference) of emerald lightsabers. Luke was going to take them away when he seen that the plasma blades were unstable, but you liked the way they crackled more than the others’. It made you feel more differentiated from them, reminded you that no matter how often you felt like just another student, that you’re a Mandalorian, and you were there for a purpose.

Some of the other children mocked you. They made fun of you and tried to make you feel out-of-place, but you ignored them; oftentimes you mocked them back. Although always quick to come to your defense, Luke wasn’t always around to put them in their place. Luckily you did have some form of backup in his nephew, Ben Solo.

Awkward and shy, Ben noticed your bullying and often helped you fend them off. He even taught you things about the Force that Luke had yet to, helping to mentor you. Luke was grateful for his assistance, and soon the two of you became close. Ben always told you that you were the little sister he never had, and swore to protect you. “Not that you need it!” He’d always say quickly when he saw your frown. To you, he was like a big brother. You even called him that, which he found endearing.

Luke became like a second father to you, and his sister, Leia, was the first maternal presence you ever felt. You grew close with her as she taught you how to braid your hair without knotting it, how to hold yourself like a lady without lessening your fiery persona, and the subtler things in life like cooking. Her husband Han, on the other hand, roughhoused with you often and gave you the nickname “scruffy.” It was... awkward, to say the least, when Boba and Han met once more.

Two years into your training, when you were ten years old and Ben was fifteen, Luke took his students— including you— to a special place. Yavin IV, where on a koyo fruit farm, he’d once planted a very special kind of tree. A Force tree.

The owner of the farm, Kes Dameron, opened the door and was surprised to see a Jedi and his students appear. “L... Luke. What are you doing here?”

Luke only smiled. “Hello, Kes. May we come in?”

“O-of course,” the man stepped back to allow the entourage of children into his house.

“You may explore the village,” Luke said to his students, “But return here in an hour. I have something very important to show you.”

Of course, you gravitated to Ben. “Have you been here before?”

“A few times,” Ben replied, and his tone, as it happened too often nowadays, concerned you. He was always tired, always sad, and he almost always avoided his parents when they visited him. “I don’t really know Kes... but his son I know a little better. We’ve met a few times. I’m pretty sure I saw him outside; come on.”

Ben lead you out of the house and to an old, run-down shed, from which the clanking of metal tools came. Ben slid into the open doors first before gesturing for you to come inside, and when you did you found yourself in a world of old parts, dusty air, and filtered beams of yellow-gold sunlight through the crumbling barn slats. In the center of it all was an ancient A-wing, half dissembled and laying in various stages of work throughout the barn. The soft clinks of metal-against-metal and twisting ratchets brought the pair of you over to the other side of the old craft, where a man’s form was half-concealed as he worked on the underside of the ship.

Ben nudged him with the tip of his boot. “Just a sec,” came the muffled response, and a few moments later the man was twisting to see the owner of the boot that’d nudged him, a wrench between his teeth. Thick, dark waves of hair framed his young face, curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. A shirt was tied by the sleeves at his waist, leaving him in an oil-stained tank top and dirty old pants. He was absolutely covered in filth, only emphasizing the way his deep bronze eyes widened. “Ben?!”

He crawled out from underneath the A-wing immediately, removing the wrench from his teeth to reveal a brilliant smile. “Ben! Hey man! Good to see you!” He dragged Ben into a stiff, short hug on the younger man’s part, pulling away with his hands on his hips and looking over Ben with the same fondness of a brother. “It’s been awhile; you’ve grown up!”

“That’s... kind of what happens to people,” Ben replied blandly, rolling his eyes.

The man jerked his head to indicate you with a teasing grin on his face. “This your girlfriend?” The sheer volume of disgusted negative responses from you both had him raising his hands in surrender. “Yeesh, sorry. You gonna introduce me, then?”

Ben sighed, shaking his head. “Poe, this is Y/N. She’s like my little sister. Y/N, this is Poe. He’s an idiot.”

Poe shook your hand in a calloused grip after wiping the grease gathered on it on his pants. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He addressed you both excitedly. “So? What are you guys doing here? Luke stop by or something?”

“Yeah, actually,” Ben replied, “He brought us to see the Force tree.”

“You know what else you gotta see? Or actually, try?” Poe looked between you both excitedly, even as Ben rolled his eyes and turned with a sigh to leave the barn. “Koyo fruits.”

You tried, desperately, to stifle the laugh that bubbled up at the prospect of koyo fruits being on the same level of importance as the Force tree. Ben was still walking away. “I’ll be up by the house. You coming, Y/N?"

"Come on, Ben!" Poe laughed after him, gesturing at his retreating form. "All these years and you've never had one koyo fruit!" Ben doesn't wait for you, continuing on his path out of the barn unhindered. Once he's gone, you're alone with Poe, who smiles at you and moves over toward a pack he has nearby. "You ever had koyo fruit, kid?"

You shook your head. Really, you're sure that despite your potentially deadly skills, you looked quite innocent then. Your hair done in cute double braids, the ribbons tied into bows at the ends. You didn't wear the Jedi student robes, since you were not technically one, instead opting for wearing the nice knee-length dress, buckle-closed shoes, and stockings that Luke had gotten for you. On your waist was a little belt with your twin lightsabers hooked to it securely. You probably looked like a child. You were, but you also weren't. No Mandalorian is ever quite so innocent as they seem.

Poe dug around until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out an ovular green fruit, pulling a knife out of his pocket to cut it open and hand you a slice. Tentatively, you took the piece of fruit and ate a small bite; it rewarded you with a starburst of sweet flavor. You'd never tasted anything quite like it. The slice was gone in a matter of seconds, making Poe chuckle. "Told you it was good. Here, you can have the rest of it. I can literally just walk outside and pick one off a tree if I get hungry."

You eagerly accepted the fruit and knife. When he hoisted himself up to sit on the worktable and patted the spot beside him, you did so. "So? Where you from, Y/N?"

"I don't know," You murmur in response. At seeing his face, you add with a shrug, "My dad found me on one of his jobs. My village was destroyed, so he took me in."

Poe tried to fill in the gap, saying, "Then you found out you can be a Jedi?"

"I'm not a Jedi," You correct matter-of-factly, "I'm a Mandalorian. Luke is only teaching me how to use the Force. And he gave me these." You patted a lightsaber at your hip.

Poe's mouth formed an 'o' in surprise, his bronze eyes widening a little. "Oh, a Mandalorian. Where's your helmet, little lady?"

"I don't have one yet," You replied, taking another bite of fruit. "I'm not old enough. My dad's going to get my armor when I turn sixteen."

Poe crooked an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his face. "So, you're a bounty hunter that can use the Force, huh? That makes you a pretty bada-- uh... formidable opponent."

"Just like my dad," You chirped, proud as you pictured your father. "Boba Fett. I learned from the very best."

Honestly, it looked like somebody slapped him. Poe's eyes widened, his jaw fell a little, and then something sparked in his caff irises as he let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. "Y-your dad is Boba Fett?"

"Uh-huh," You replied, eating another piece of fruit and feeling extremely smug-- many people had this reaction when they found out your parentage, and you were immensely proud of it. Your father was well-known and feared throughout the entire galaxy, even in these less-exciting years of his career. "I'm Y/N Janghis Fett."

Poe smiled, his face lit by a ray of sunshine. Your young heart fluttered, and your face flushed. Later that evening you would be writing Poe Dameron + Y/N Janghis Fett in your little personal diary, and Ben would scoff and roll his eyes when he caught you, muttering, "Why aren't I surprised?"

But in that moment, all you could do was stuff another piece of fruit in your mouth to stifle your smile, though it did little good. Poe hopped down. "Well, Y/N Fett: what do you know about ships?"

"I know that this one looks like it needs more than a paint job," You quipped, making him laugh as he surveyed the numerous tools and scattered equipment.

"Yeah, yeah, you could say that..."

"What's wrong with it?"

Poe climbed up into the cockpit, starting to fiddle with buttons that were dry of power. "It's old, for one. This was my mom's A-wing. Aaaaaand..." He punctuated the end of his sentence with a couple loud switches and a shake of his head. "I crashed it a few years back. Found out my dad had it retrieved, and we've been working on it ever since. Everything's in good order, 'cept... the engine won't start... Uh... What are you doing, kid?"

While he was occupied with the controls, he didn't notice that you'd climbed off your seat and made your way over to the open engine compartment. You rearranged a couple of wires, bypassed the main compressor, and then gestured for Poe to power up the ship. Reluctantly, he flipped the button.

Immediately, the ancient A-wing roared to life. Poe's face-- wonder, awe, relief-- was priceless. His sudden smile lit up the whole barn as his wide eyes flicked to you, a scream of excitement bursting from his chest. "Woohoohoo! That's it, that's what I like to hear!" You heard a commotion from outside, and figured that with all the noise, Kes and Luke were coming to see what was happening. They rushed into the barn with the entourage of students trailing curiously behind. Kes stopped short, stunned into silence at the sight. Poe pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. "You hear that?! You hear that purr?!" To the ship, he added, patting the cockpit's panels, "Welcome back, old girl."

He left the ship running as he climbed out, and then lunged for you with tears in his eyes. His voice was soft as he scooped you up into his arms, lifting you clear off the ground. "You're a miracle, Y/N! You fixed my mom’s ship!”

“You did this?” Kes demanded in awe, staring at you as if you were the Maker itself. The attention was almost overwhelming. The other students are somewhere between displeased and jealous, even Ben, who glared at Poe with a disturbing kind of anger you’d never seen on him before. It scared you. On Luke, you seen only pride, as if he somehow knew that your fixing of Poe Dameron's ship was more than mere skill alone. That had he just moved the wires connecting to the compressor just so, his A-wing would have started long ago. He was near enough to the correct alignment, but it was the Force that guided you to the precise configuration required to get the power flowing properly. He notices your realization and gives you a minute nod of approval.

Kes approached you with tears trickling down his cheeks and awe in his eyes. "By the Maker, little one, you've done the impossible."

"I only did what my father would have done," You tried, in an attempt to divert attention from yourself. “He taught me all I know.”

Poe turned to Luke, still beaming. “You’ve gotta get me in touch with Boba Fett. I’ve gotta thank him.” His attention returned to you and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you flush. “And you, Y/N! I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!”

From that day forward, as the years passed, your crush would transform into love as you grew older. You’d remember the moment you realized it was love— several years from now, when Poe showed up on your doorstep bloodied and injured from a mission gone wrong. You were only seventeen— or rather, about to turn eighteen, mere weeks before your life would descend into a perilous tumult— but after you’d patched him up, he’d laid on your couch and fallen asleep with you watching carefully over him. He’d asked you, in a low, hoarse voice, to stay with him, and he’d grabbed your wrist to keep you near to him. You knew that he’d only saw you as a friend, maybe a sister— you were only a child. But you couldn’t help it. No other potential partner would ever catch your eye, your heart and soul fixated on Poe Dameron for the rest of your life.

But in the barn, that day, you knew nothing but the discomfort you felt from all the attention and the warmth of having done something so special for someone. Kes and Poe celebrated by providing a massive dinner that was surprisingly excellent, including singing and dancing and the lively playing of instruments. You felt no inclination to join them, and so while Poe played a happy tune on his stringed instrument, you sat off to the side, nibbling on a koyo fruit.

Luke approached you then, his footsteps almost silent. “Hello, Luke,” You greeted. You would never know it, but although Luke loved you like a daughter, sometimes your intelligent gaze perturbed him. At only ten, your big [e/c] held an unsettling wisdom that perhaps only a Mandalorian child could hold within them. Even his other students held no such manners about them.

“Hello, Y/N,” he replied softly, sitting beside you. “You have become very adept at utilizing the Force, more so than most of my students your age.”

“But I’m not to touch the tree,” You finish for him; or so, you assume.

“Quite the contrary,” Luke’s blue eyes flick around the party, frowning a bit. “The other students will have a chance to receive a vision at dawn, as Jedi. But you, my dear, are a Mandalorian in heart and soul.” A brief silence hangs between you, and then he adds, “Did I ever tell you the story of Tarre Vizsla?”

You shook your head. Luke had told you many stories, and you always dedicated them to memory. Hearing the tales from a living legend was something you wished to recall every detail of for the rest of your days. You had never heard him speak of a Tarre Vizsla.

“He was just like you,” Luke said gently, putting a hand on your shoulder as if to assure you. Despite the fact that his cybernetic hand held no human qualities to it other than the intricate and advanced design of the hand, you felt a kind of fatherly warmth radiating off of him.

“Just like me?” You asked, very softly. “A Mandalorian who can use the Force?”

“A Mandalorian who became a Jedi,” Luke corrected, a faint smile on his features. Your eyes widen a bit, praying that he’s not suggesting that you become a Jedi. Their rules and code of conduct are not those of a Mandalorian. Although morals both held a distinct structure in both cultures, Jedi went without attachments, whereas Mandalorians encouraged them. “You actually have a special connection to him.” Immediately, you perk up, eyes wide with a child’s curiosity. Luke nods in answer to your silent but obvious question, continuing without wavering. “Tarre Vizsla became a Jedi as a child, but then returned to his homeworld of Mandalore, where he revived old practices and became their unquestioned leader. It was he who built the Darksaber that Din Djarin now wields. My point here, however, is that your path is similar— except you wish to remain a Mandalorian completely. Therefore I cannot take you to the Force tree.”

His emphasis— and subtle permission— made you smile a little. You sit up on your knees to give him a warm hug, which he rarely engaged in, but this time, he reciprocated your embrace tightly. “Go on, then, little mynock. But you must keep the vision to yourself.”

Of course, you went straight to Poe, since you had no idea where the Force tree was and you were already familiar with him. While his father played a lively jig on a strange type of drum, you approach Poe from the sidelines. He stood on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the competitive dancing of two students, clapping along with an enormous smile on his face. You have his jacket a couple of tugs to get his attention, loathe to speak too loudly and draw the mocking eyes of everyone else. Immediately, Poe responded, turning to face you and smiling. “Hey there, Fett. What is it?”

You beckoned for him to lean down, and then once he did you whispered in his ear, “Can you take me to the Force tree?”

Poe nodded, taking your hand. “Yeah, sure. Come with me.”

Neither of you are aware you’re being followed until Ben seemed to materialize at your left, making you and Poe jump. “Kriff, Ben,” He sighed in relief. “You scared the hell outta us.”

Ben glanced to Poe before meeting your eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Luke can’t take me to the Force tree,” You explained, “But I have his permission to receive a vision by myself.”

“By yourself?” Poe asked in disbelief. “Isn’t that kinda... Dangerous?”

Ben didn’t seem to like Poe very much. Not at all. But at his observation, Ben smiles knowingly and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “She’s not alone.”

You relaxed, muscles easing from a tension you didn’t realize you’d had. Poe was not a Jedi, even if you could sense the Force in him. He could have done nothing if things went wrong. But Ben, he could help you. With his presence, the thought of approaching such a daunting checkpoint on the way to becoming an apt Force-user seemed much less intimidating. “Thanks, Ben.”

The Force tree was beautiful. Slender, twisting, it was not ancient at all, but it held the wisdom of ten thousand years before it. The very living Force thrummed softly around it, warm and welcoming. Pink blossoms accented the soft green leaves, which rustled lightly in the evening breeze. The light of Yavin shone down through holes in the gray overcast, turning the tree silver at times. You hadn’t realized you’d still been holding a hand from both Ben and Poe until you had to let go of them to make your approach to the tree.

You felt a surge of static and palpable energy, sensing the life and darkness permeating the space around you with an intensity unlike anything you had ever felt. All mortal concerns and senses left you as your soul seemed to be taken to another plane, depicted by a serene field— but that was all you would ever say of it. None would know what you seen that day, just as Luke told you. Poe nor even Ben, who was tapped into the Force, could see what you did. Why your body went rigid against the tree, why you stayed there for at least an hour and a half with the young men watching over you worriedly and debating on whether or not to bring Luke to you. None would know why when you fell away from it, you sobbed for twenty minutes uncontrollably in something like relief. You could never tell anyone. Ever.

And you never did.

You returned to the Force tree so often that Kes came to know your repurposed Naboo starfighter, bringing you the koyo fruits you loved so much. A bitter disappointment for you was that Poe rarely seemed to be there, and although Kes was nice, he spoke very little to you. In all the years you returned to the tree, Poe was only there once, and he was leaving as you were arriving. You’d been fifteen then. The next year you became a Mandalorian in full, christened by Din’s following of Mandalorians known as the Heirs of Glass. You were given a complete set of beskar armor that you painted a soft pastel jade to match your father’s, and he gifted you with the Slave, your inheritance. Still, you had yet more to learn about the Force, so you remained with Luke and came to visit the Force tree often.

The Force tree’s visions guided you through the most tumultuous portion of your young life. When, at eighteen, you were lucky enough to be visiting the Force tree when Ben snapped.

He had always been seclusive and quiet, but he spoke to you freely enough and you cared for him deeply. In recent years he had begun to become violent, prone to outbursts of anger toward Luke, the other students— even you, his closest friend. The Force warned everyone near him of danger. And when you felt him slipping away into the darkness clawing at his soul, you tightened your grip on him, gaining the strength to hold on and try to keep him in the light. His swirling conflagration of the two contrasts frightened Luke, whom was wary of him and his following of odd and quiet students, ones whom openly shunned you but dared not do it near Ben, who even still protected you and valued you above all else. His mother, Leia, visited more often, sometimes with Han, who seemed awkward and stiff around his son. But that night... that night there was no one there for Ben.

Not even you.

Earlier in the evening, Ben had snapped at you during a casual spar. In a fit of rage spawned from your concern, his blind rampage nearly killed you. His lightsaber had burnt through the lightweight but durable pants you wore under your beskar, leaving a nasty gash on your thigh. Ben realized what he’d done only after, apologizing profusely before retreating. His aura clouded with something akin to black smoke, felt but not seen, and that would be the last you’d see of Ben for a very long time.

His attack hurt you deeper than the cauterized burn on your thigh. You had never, ever given Ben a reason to be angry with you. He was your elder brother in heart if not in blood, and you adored him. For him to unleash such anger on you, your seventeen-year-old self wondered if he cared for you anymore as much as he claimed, or even as much as he thought he did himself if he could hurt you so easily.

“I just need some time to think,” You’d told Luke as you’d climbed aboard the ramp of the Slave. “I’ll be back soon.” Luke was always aware of when you were leaving for Yavin IV, but right then he’d looked more concerned than you’d ever seen him, frowning from underneath of his cloak. He said nothing verbally, but through the Force he willed you to come back as soon as possible, as soon as you had cleared your head.

And so you left. You were on Yavin IV when Ben fully snapped, when he nearly killed Luke and set fire to the Jedi Academy with all of the students inside. All save for his band of followers, all save for you. You learned those details later, when Leia, alone with Han’s sudden departure and return to the smuggling trade, came to you to explain what had happened. She had heard it from Luke, via the Force— your elder brother was now the Sith Lord Kylo Ren, leader of the Knights of Ren and apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke of the First Order. He was Ben no longer. The brother you had known was dead and gone, swallowed by darkness and transformed into an unrecognizable monster.

You stayed with Leia through those first few days of grieving, taking solace in her presence and that of C-3PO, whom did his best to comfort you. Kes came to offer his condolences to Leia, and with him came Poe, tears in his dark eyes. He’d rapped his knuckles on your helmet after kneeling in front of you, forcing a smile. “Hey, miracle,” He’d whispered hoarsely, using his endearing nickname for you— he’d never forgotten you fixing his mother’s ship. “You okay?” In that moment and that moment only, you showed how you truly felt around someone other than your father. You’d burst into sobs and collapsed into his arms, and Poe had cried with you, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.

R2-D2 shut off, tucked in a corner and unable to be started by anyone, when Luke— without a word to anyone else— disappeared into the cosmos, guilt-ridden. You knew, though, where he went. His cybernetic hand gripped your shoulder firmly. “You know where to find me, little mynock.” Stiffly, you’d nodded, ensuring that your mentor understood that you’d seek him out of necessary and guard his hiding place with your life. Surely, Kylo Ren would be looking for him. He’d be looking for you.

Like your mentor, you disappeared from the public eye. Your father’s reputation alone was enough to get you some easy bounty hunting jobs, and over the years your name became well-known in the bounty hunting community. Fett returned to the highest ranks, sought out and booked for the hardest, dirtiest jobs nobody else would do. You were paid fine money, which you used to upgrade your ship, the Slave, until it was like brand-new— but faster, stronger, more powerful. Throughout the galaxy your name brought fear to those who uttered it, recognized for what it was: a death sentence. Small clans and groups of Mandalorians respected you, and you had numerous contracts from numerous bounty hunting guilds. Busy at your work, you were off-the-radar. Few could find you easily, instead waiting on your arrival, but you knew your wanderings could be discovered by Kylo Ren if he really wanted to. You lived in a combination of anxiety and restlessness, awaiting the day you would cross sabers with your brother.

Your boots jangled like spurs with the addition of little steel-cased grenades in belts around your calves, signaling your entrance to the shoddy cantina which held one of several bounty hunting guilds you sold your expertise to. At your waist were a dozen tracking fobs with green lights, letting everyone know that in your ship you had those dozen bounties locked up securely or frozen in carbonite. The cantina momentarily went silent at the sight of your armor, at the sight of a Mandalorian in green beskar. Whispers trickled from one worried patron to the next, whispers of “That’s her— that’s Fett!”

You’d be lying if you ever said your fame brought you anything but a sense of pride for your name. “Mando!” Laughed the Devaronian barkeep, Searn Zar; he also was the benefactor of this bounty hunting guild. “Where’ve you been? We were starting to get a little worried!”

You weren’t here, however, for this guild. You were on contract for a different one at the moment, so you ignored Zar and crossed the room, the one singular red tracking fob you had left pinging frantically as you approached your target: sitting by himself was a presumably male Ubese in full raider armor. None dared to ask any questions. Everyone got out of your way, pulling out of reach of even your heavy black cape and all but cowering from you. The Ubese spotted you immediately, cockily lounging back in his seat. Ah. He’s going to be difficult.

You stopped once you reached the table, turning off the fob and switching the light to green before hooking it to your belt. The Ubese chuckled, gesturing at you lazily. His high-pitched, squeaky voice, distorted by the helmet, grated on your ears. “Finally. I was wondering when you were gonna show up.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, a hand resting pointedly on one of the blasters at your hip. “I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold.”

The Ubese scoffed, starting to reach up for his helmet. “How about... you not take me in at all?” You’re five seconds away from stunning him right there, but then he pulled the helmet off and you froze up. He leaned back in his seat, leaving the helmet on the table and shooting you a lazy grin.

Poe Dameron’s dark eyes seemed to meet yours even through your helmet. “Hey, miracle.”

Your heart, despite your outward facade of steel, gives a very un-Mandalorian-like stutter. You haven’t seen Poe in at least two years, but he looks no different to you. His thick dark curls were messy and damp with sweat from the heat of the helmet, a few loose strands clinging to the tanned skin of his forehead and temples. His bronze eyes were flecked gold, reflecting the old dingy lights of the cantina and giving them a new, actually beautiful purpose. Framing his angled jawline and full lips was a five o’clock shadow that gave him a rougher edge. “Takin’ lines from Din, Fett?” You hide the girlish shudder that threatens your spine at the sound of his low, soft voice. You’d never admit it— not to his face— but you’d missed him.

Maybe a little too much.

You were in love, and he clearly didn’t feel the same— how could he? When you’d first met, you were a child and he was already an adult. There was an age gap between you. Surely he no longer seen the little girl with the twin braids, but he certainly would never unsee it. No part of him could ever love you like you wanted him to. Therefore it was extremely hard to see him, and him seeking you out was definitely worse and unexpected.

Your hand dropped from your blaster. “Poe Dameron.”

His smile sent butterflies straight to your stomach. “Y/N. Glad I finally found you.”

You sat down opposite of him, expecting that he must want something to have looked for you. More concerning was the simple fact that he succeeded in locating you. “How did you find me, Dameron?”

Poe smirked, leaning his forearms on the table. “It’s pretty easy, actually. All I had to do was explain to Boba what’s going on, and he told me where to find you.”

You relaxed a bit. If that was all... “What do you want?”

“I have to have a reason to come see you?” Poe questioned, pouting a little.

You’re glad for the helmet, for you can’t help smirk a little at that. “Maybe not. But I haven’t seen you in over a year, Poe. You never seek me out unless you need something.”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a minute before replying to you. “Okay, I get it. I’ve got a few birthdays to make up for. How old are you, now?”

“I hardly see how that applies to this conversation,” You answered smugly, but when he started to frown, you added, “I’m twenty. Why?”

He shrugged. “Just trying to get to know you better.”

Poe was bouncing his leg nervously, biting his lip. Clearly, something was up. You reached across the table, your gloved hand enclosing one of his. For you, it’s an intimate gesture. You have always hated the sensation of being touched, even with your full armor. It felt alien, and unwelcome. But here you breached that barrier in an attempt to calm him, so that he might tell you why he came here. “Poe,” You said softly.

He immediately responded to your touch, surprising you. He flipped his hand so that he could grab yours, so tightly your bones popped. You didn’t have the heart to pull away, not when you seen the worry in his eyes when they flicked up to meet yours. “...This...This is really important, Y/N. Potentially fate-of-the-galaxy important.”

Your insides twisted. “This has something to do with... with Ren, doesn’t it?”

Poe nodded a little, specifying under his breath. “The First Order.”

You sighed through your nose, trying to stifle the anxiety that flooded your chest. The First Order and the Republic were two parties who wanted nothing to do with. The Republic stood for a good cause, but they were pushovers and too forgiving. Too naïve. The First Order was monstrous, deadly, a revival of the Empire in most senses of the word. You wanted nothing to do with either of them, nor the fate of the cosmos. “What’s happening?”

Poe shook his head. “...We intercepted some information. The First Order... they’re looking for somebody called Lor San Tekka. An explorer. An expert of all Jedi lore. And probably the only one in the galaxy who might know where to find Luke.”

Your back stiffens. “Except for me.”

“Except for you,” Poe confirms, squeezing your hand even tighter. “If they get him first, Jay...” He shook his head at the mere thought of what they could do to your mentor; or more specifically, of what Kylo Ren would do to your mentor. You feel many things, but two of them are a surge of protectiveness and fear. Anger plays a role as well, and you find yourself holding Poe’s hand back just as tightly.

“You want me to help you find him.” You managed. Working with Poe is the last thing you want. You certainly don’t need to fall for him any harder than you already have. Getting into the conflict between the First Order and the Republic— much less playing a part in the fate of the galaxy— is a prospect with which you want nothing to do with.

But your mentor needs you.

Poe nodded again, as if trying to sympathize with your reluctance and emphasize his point. “Yeah. I do.” His dark eyes locked with yours. You wondered if the Force guided his movements, for him to be able to pierce yours so effortlessly. “I want you to help me find Luke Skywalker.”

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