#kylo ren x reader insert

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: torture (what fun!), period-typical sexism

A/N: the dead speak! lmao at least that's what it feels like coming back after an entire YEAR??? I kinda got sucked into playing 1,200+ hours of baldur's gate 3, romancing a certain vampiric elf time and time again, which gave me plenty of inspiration to continue this fic. I never meant to be gone for so long, so if you're still interested in this story, please let me know!

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What have you done?

To say that you were restless would be an understatement. The first order of business when you returned to your chambers was finding a safe place to store your stolen weapon, and now, hours later, you had yet to succeed. 

You paced the room, wearing holes in the soles of your slippers as you wondered if you had made the right decision. It was unlike you to have sticky fingers, but then again, these were unprecedented times. Boldness meant survival.

Above all, you feared Ren was privy to your thievery, despite his silence on the walk back to your chambers. The prick of blood seemed enough to distract him for a moment, or perhaps he was practiced in hiding his tells. Either way, the consequences of him knowing gnawed at your sanity.

Rey had tended the hearth while you were away, ensuring your chambers were kept warm and filled with the familiar scent of dry wood. Her diligence as a handmaid proved to be an unforeseen complication in hiding your contraband.

Instinct urged you to keep it close to your bed, but reason told you it would be found too easily there. Same with the lounges circling the hearth, whose velour cushions could conceal many things if asked to. Though a dagger lodged in one’s rear would raise many concerns, as well as promise unspeakable punishments to come.

For these reasons, you ultimately settled on the bookcase.

Towering in the corner was a collection of books and texts, dense enough to put even the most curious scholars to sleep. A perfect place to hide a dagger.

Dragging a footstool over as a makeshift ladder, you reached for a leather-bound book embossed with gold letters along its spine. Imperium Nunquam Fuit. Though written in Old Basic, you understood its meaning.

The Empire That Never Was. A phrase coined by Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin to describe the destruction of Alderaan during the Revolution. An unsavory way to speak about a fallen civilization—considering he was the man responsible.

You made quick work of hollowing the historical text, skimming the page you’d turned to before defacing it. This passage detailed the last of the Imperial attacks on Alderaan, near the end of the Rebellion. One of the more infamous sieges of the war, earning its place in history with a tithe of blood and destruction.

The lines of script told the story of how Imperial soldiers salted Alderaan’s lands and butchered the citizens—babes and crones included. The Empire was thorough, wiping out an entire civilization over a mere conspiracy. With few survivors, and even fewer successors, Alderaanian blood was a rarity. You supposed that was one of the many things that set General Organa apart from the rest.

Considering the contents, it was a book of little interest to the First Order—a perfect hiding place.

The point of your blade pierced the parchment with ease, as if slicing through a block of butter rather than a thousand-page text. Tragic as it was to ruin a book like this, what other choice did you have? Hosnian Prime’s Grand Archives likely stored dozens of copies; one locked away in the depths of the First Order’s fortress would not be missed.

The fit was snug, but it would do for now. As for the pages you’d carved out, they laid in a pile at your feet, a messy reminder that your room was not private.

You slammed the book shut and returned it, hurrying to clean the shreds of paper scattered across the red carpets. Despite your efforts, the fragments proved too difficult to clean with just your hands alone, forcing you to sweep them into your skirts.

As you carried the pieces to the hearth, a gentle knock sounded through the oak doors. “Gods,” you muttered as you rushed towards the fire, dumping the pages unceremoniously onto the crackling wood.

Another rap on the door.

“Just a moment, please!” It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice as you prodded at the withering pages with an iron poker. Time seemed to slow as you watched the flames engulf the ink, turning Alderaan’s history to ash once more.

“It’s me, my lady.” Muffled by the wood, Rey’s voice was barely audible over the fire, hissing with fresh fodder. If any good came from her being your visitor, it was her staunch etiquette. She would not barge in uninvited—unlike some of the castle’s residents.

Brushing the slivers of evidence from your gown, you opened the doors, mindful of the lingering ash in the hearth. “My apologies. I was…” You cleared your throat, smoothing out your skirts before finishing your lie. “Indecent.”

Demure as ever, Rey dropped her gaze as she curtseyed before you. “It’s no matter, my lady. I was sent to fetch you; the Supreme Leader requests your presence.”

The moment his name left her lips, cotton filled your mouth, forcing its way down your throat as you swallowed your fear. What reason would the Supreme Leader have to summon you—at this late hour, no less?

Your thoughts immediately turned to Commander Ren. Perhaps he had noticed your theft after all and reported your offence to Snoke. If that were true, you vowed to slice his throat first. 

“Did he give a reason?” you asked, trying to maintain your resolve.

Rey’s throat knocked in her slender neck. “He did not say.”

Part of you wanted to take the damned blade with you, but recklessness wouldn’t serve you. Though you did not recognize him as your ruler, you were not keen on adding treason to your ledger.

You sighed, coming to stand beside Rey at the door, shoulders pressed back and hands folded over your lap. “I’m surprised he didn’t send you with manacles.”

She said nothing, but the trace smile on her lips told you all that you needed to know. You couldn’t blame her for watching her tongue around you. Given what transpired last night, you would do the same in her position.

The two of you walked in near silence to the throne chambers, passing countless tall windows with panes stained a deep red, dark enough to block most light from entering. What little light did manage to seep through painted the halls crimson, giving the appearance of blood spilling over the floor.

The burned pages of text flashed in your mind.

Every step forward was committed to memory, including the number of paces between notable fixtures, as well as where each one stood in relation to your chambers. Still, there was no sign of an access point in this section of the castle. But your resolve did not falter. If there was a means of entry into this accursed fortress, there must also be a means of escape.

As you rounded the corner to another corridor, you glanced at your handmaid, noticing that her usual singular bun had evolved into three smaller ones, meeting the nape of her neck in a uniform line.

“You’ve changed your hair.” The observation came out as more of a question than a comment.

“Yes, my lady,” she said, delicate fingers reaching to touch the one near her collar. “An effort to be closer to the gods.”

You furrowed your brows. “How’s that?”

“As there are three of them, there are three knots. We servants are forbidden to worship openly, so we find other ways.” She closed her eyes for a moment, tilting her chin towards her chest. “Divine strength allows clarity of the mind.”

While you were not necessarily a pious woman, you were familiar enough with the gods from your upbringing to understand what she meant. As a child, you often prayed at your family’s shrine, asking for a bountiful harvest, good health, and, most of all, peace in the realm. For many years, they fulfilled your wishes. Now, your faith provided you with little comfort.

“Certainly,” you said, not wanting to discuss the subject any further. “Are we nearly there?”

“Just down this hall,” she said, her tone clipped. Either she was annoyed with the change of subject, or just as uneasy about seeing the Supreme Leader as you were.

True to her word, Rey came to a stop near the end of the corridor, leaving a short distance between you and the two looming oak doors, with iron enforcements woven into the grain and a guard posted on either side. Their faces were concealed by crimson veils, the signature regalia of the Praetorian Guard. Those tasked with protecting the ruler of these lands, whether they carried the title of Chancellor, Emperor, or Supreme Leader.

The warmth drained from your face at the sight.

“This is where I leave you, my lady.” Her face lacked its usual peachy hue, her freckles washed away by the candlelight. “The Supreme Leader does not allow us to enter these chambers, save for when he is passing judgment upon us.”

Standing before the faceless guards, you understood her unease.

“Will you be here to escort me back?” you asked, palms growing damp as you clutched the fabric of your gown.

“It is late. I must turn in for the evening.” She shifted her weight, eyes darting between you and the guards, whose presence seemed to loom over you from meters away. “Besides, I should think you do not require my assistance from this point.”

With that, she turned on her heels and retreated, her steps muted as she faded into the stretching darkness of the hallway. Turning to face the guards, dread settled in your stomach. Surely these warriors would not accompany you back to your chambers.

You studied them for a moment, the strategist in your mind seeking to understand what threat they posed. Both were tall and well-fed, given the size of their uniforms. The one to your left carried a bisento, while the other held a tall voulge, both equally unnerving. Their blades were pristine, foreign to combat. You wondered if the same could be said for those wielding them, too.

As if seeking to test your theory, they readied their weapons as you approached, each blade humming as it sliced through the air.

You came to a halt, the hair on the back of your neck now stiff. “I’ve been summoned by the Supreme Leader.”

The two remained poised to strike for a long moment before returning to their sentry state, offering one another a brisk nod as they pushed the heavy doors open, revealing the grand throne room. With tentative steps, you approached, pausing at the threshold.

Black marble columns lined the walkway to the throne, each manned by a knight of the Praetorian Guard, their crimson armor matching the First Order banners draped along the cobbled walls. Above the throne was the room’s sole window, with red stained panels filling the space between the spokes of the First Order insignia. Six steps carved of the same dark mineral as the columns led to the throne, lined with black velvet upholstery and a towering slate backing. Perched comfortably in the seat was Supreme Leader Snoke, draped in golden robes that flowed over his limbs like smelted ore, barely concealing the matching jewelry wrapped snugly around his fingers.

The paragon of humility.

He was joined by another: the fire-haired General Hux. His gaze snapped to you as the doors creaked open, beady eyes piercing you like darts from across the chamber.

“Ah, my guest of honor,” Snoke crooned, clasping his hands before his chest in delight. His tone fell icy as he turned to address the General. “Leave us.”

Confusion spread across his pale features as he turned to face Snoke once more. “But, Supreme Leader, there is still much to be discussed.”

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You are to leave these chambers at once, General Hux, or you will be removed.” Snoke’s gravelly voice rumbled through the hall with the force of a thousand footsteps, and reluctantly, Hux obeyed.

You watched the scene play out before you from the safety of the doorway, your feet rooted to the floor.

Snoke relaxed in his chair once more, beckoning you in with a hand gesture. “Please, come in, darling.”

Willing your feet to move, you did as he asked, eyes flitting between the Praetorian guard and the approaching General Hux, whose expression could only be described as irate as he brushed past you, black coat fluttering behind him.

Your heart was lodged in your throat as you neared the throne, feeling like a lamb being shepherded towards the maw of a lion. You stopped in line with the last of the guards before the Supreme Leader, leaving some distance still.

Snoke watched you with keen eyes, a stark contrast to his stoic front. “I do hope you are well, my dear. I can only imagine the days spent in anticipation of your wedding are agonizing.”

You frowned. “Is that why you summoned me? To ask me about my wedding?”

“Of course not. But pleasantries are the foundation of any proper conversation.” The humor fell from his voice. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” The words left a sour taste in your mouth, like wine crafted from grapes plucked too early.

Satisfied, he settled back into his throne, resting his hands over the ornate armrests. “See? Deference needn’t be cumbersome.”

His mocking tone made your vision red, but you held your tongue. Invisible threads tied you to him and his guards, each one pulled taught in the silence. It would take nothing more than a misstep to cause one of them to snap.

He spoke again, this time with authority. “It has come to my attention that you are unaware of what is expected of you as a noblewoman.”

You let out a terse exhale. “I suppose I am. Perhaps that is because of the conditions under which I am becoming one.”

A thin smile curled on the Supreme Leader’s lips. “These are unprecedented times, lieutenant.”

The emphasis on your title made your skin crawl. Snoke was calculated, sadistic. With his power, he was untouchable. The red veils surrounding you served as a constant reminder of his invulnerability.

“Now, I am curious. How did you manage that?” he added, tilting his head in intrigue. “A commoner like yourself rising to the rank of a commanding officer is no easy feat—even more so for a woman.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hardly see how this is relevant to my new status as a noblewoman.”

Despite your outward naivety, you knew too well what being a noblewoman would entail. You’d known from the moment your betrothal was announced. You were to be the docile wife of a commander, providing him an heir, a spare, and a warm bed whenever he pleased. Your military career would be swept away by the title of Lady Ren, all traces of your independence lost to time. You couldn’t think of anything less appealing.

“As a Lady of the First Order, you will be granted privileges seldom given to others, such as this.” Snoke motioned to the surrounding space, and you found yourself unable to decipher his meaning.

He isn’t referring to having an audience with the ruler of the realm as a privilege, is he?

He continued, “The safety of the castle. Our stronghold. You will be protected within its walls.”

Oh. Of course.

You suppressed a scoff. “I find that hard to believe, considering Commander Ren has attempted to strangle me twice over since my arrival.”

“I see,” he mused, pressing an index finger to his lips in thought. “My mercurial underling. If only his mind were half as quick as his temper.”

Somehow, your first instinct was to defend Commander Ren from his inflaming remark. While the Supreme Leader was correct about Ren’s temperament, he didn’t see the side of him that you saw—however infrequently it may have showed itself. There was a tenderness to him, fleeting in nature, like a luminescent star ripping through the night sky. You saw it in his eyes as he sat before your hearth, again when he laced your bodice.

Or perhaps what you felt was just the lingering effects of his charm.

Snoke’s rough voice broke your reverie. “Nevertheless, I’m sure Commander Ren had his reasons. Just as I’m sure whatever actions may have led to these outbursts will cease henceforth, won’t they?”

Before you could answer, a searing pain sliced through your skull, its barbed tendrils reaching into the deepest part of your consciousness. Every muscle in your body became succinctly rigid, frozen in place as an invisible force suspended you midair. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to call out; for the gods, for your mother—even for Commander Ren.

“You will behave yourself, insolent girl, or you will be disposed of.”

Despite your efforts, no sound would come from your throat. An eternity seemed to pass as the Supreme Leader kept you trapped, holding your feet to the fire of his anger. Mustering every ounce of strength, you forced your chin down in agreement, hot tears distorting your vision.

Without moving a muscle, he relinquished his hold on you, your knees cracking against the marble floor in an instant. The violet fabric of your gown pooled around you like the blood of a slain enemy, collecting the tears that fell from your chin.

Before you could find your voice, the creak of wood and subsequent rustling of armor behind you swiped your attention. The guards had readied their weapons, aiming at something other than you.

You flinched as the doors slammed shut, followed by a heavy—yet quick—footfall.

“What is the meaning of this?” Commander Ren’s voice was biting, filled with untamed fury as he entered the grand hall. His cloak rippled behind him like the night sea, silver sword in hand as he marched forward.

You scurried backwards on your tender palms, caught between his rage and the throne. He drew closer, only stopping at the intersection of two of the guards’ blades.

“Commander Ren, what a welcome surprise,” Snoke crooned. “Your bride was just leaving.”

His eyes found yours in an instant—wild and dark. Silently, you pleaded for his cooperation. If he were to strike at the guard, your life would be forfeit.

Outnumbered by eight blades, he stowed his own. “What have you done?” he demanded.

Though he was looking at you, his question was directed at the man atop the throne, whose enthusiasm at his subordinate’s display was palpable.

“Nothing you have not already done yourself,” Snoke growled. With that, he stood to his feet and stepped down from his throne, closing the gap you’d deliberately left and standing over you. “See her back to her chambers, Commander.”

A snarl flashed across Ren’s face as he pushed past the guards and kneeled before you, extending a gloved hand for you. Though he was quiet, his eyes were heavy with guilt.

With legs like a new foal, you accepted his help, gripping his hand like a lifeline as you stood. “Thank you.” The words floated from your mouth, burning your throat as they passed through.

He only nodded in return, guiding you away from the chamber. Because of his intrusion, the outer guards were now sealed inside, allowing some privacy in the dimly lit hall.

Ren came to a halt, moving both of his cool hands to rest on your shoulders, inspecting you. “Are you hurt?”

Averting your eyes, you shook your head dismissively, ignoring how your knees seemed to rattle with every step.

He let out an amused hum. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you will, Commander,” you managed to say through your dry mouth. “I’m fine.”

At that, the two of you carried on in silence, meandering through the castle, passing knights and servants alike down each corridor. Ren’s emotion rolled off of him like heat from a flame, slowly dwindling the further you were from the throne room.

As your legs regained their strength, so did your voice. “How did you know I was in there?”

“Does that really matter?”

“I’d say so. For all I know, you’re the reason he summoned me in the first place,” you argued, head spinning as you tried to recognize your surroundings. Only when you realized these walls were unfamiliar did your pace falter. “Stop!”

He obeyed, meeting you where you stood. “What?”

“Answer me.”

He let out a terse breath. “No, I am not the reason he summoned you. Come, we can discuss this later.”

At that, he began his stride again, but you didn’t follow. “No. I will not take one more step. Not before I know where you are taking me, as it is clearly not my chambers.”

“I’m bringing you somewhere private,” he finally answered.

“Are my chambers not private enough?”

“By the gods,” he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, it is unbecoming of me to be seen entering your chambers before we are wed.”

You scoffed. “How pragmatic of you.”

Ignoring your comment, he continued, “After your encounter with the Supreme Leader, I think it’s best if we avoid unnecessary speculation—for your sake.”

You couldn’t argue with him. If Snoke was inclined to submit you to the rawest agony over the slightest display of defiance, you could only imagine what else he was capable of.

“Fine,” you conceded, seeing reason in his words. “But let it be known that my cooperation does not reflect my satisfaction with this decision.”

A smile ghosted over his lips. “I know.”

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Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[pastelghoul]

Three Simple Words - Kylo Ren x Reader

Imagine Kylo Ren breaks your heart and doesn’t seem to care

There you stood, tired but with a stoic look on your face, glaring at the man you now called the Supreme Leader. He stood ahead of you, looking out into the vacuum of space; the stars twinkled so brightly against the darkness, beautiful in their own destruction as they burnt up thousands of lightyears away.

“Tell me you love me, Kylo.” You said firmly, watching him intently. Yet there was no reply. As though you didn’t even exist to him.

“Kylo, i need to hear you say it. Tell me, please.” Again your pleas were met with silence.

“Fine. I won’t stand here and let you use me as your play-thing any longer. We’re through.” You turned around to walk away, only getting so far before his voice brought you to a halt.

“Ok.” He said nonchalantly, not even turning around to face you.

Venomous, boiling hot anger rose up inside of you, bubbling in the pit of your stomach and threatening to choke you as you fought the urge to scream at him.

Spinning around, you marched up to him and forced him to turn around and face you. That stupid mask blocked his face from your view.

“Take that damned thing off.”

Calmly, slowly, he removed the helmet with a mechanical hiss, placing it on the table beside him. Once he turned to face you, you laid into him.

“How dare you, you toy with me, humiliate me in front of staff, make me out to be a fool, your play-thing to be-“ you were cut off as his lips crashed into your own, his hands forcefully cupping your face as you stood on your tip-toes to reach him.

Normally you’d melt into his embrace, welcoming the aggressive show of affection, however not today. You pushed him off of you, glaring death at him.

“I am not yours to be toyed with. I have waited so long for you to say those three words, every time you brush me off as though it doesn’t matter. Well it does matter - to me. If i mattered to you at all, you’d give me those three simple words.”

Kylo looked down at you, brows furrowed as his eyes scanned your face. Then he cupped your face gingerly with one hand, lifting your chin with the other.

“I don’t care.” Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill over. How could he? For months you’d been by his side, his intimate confidant, only for him to turn around and say it meant nothing?

“You’re a monster!” You cried, ripping away from his grasp. “How could you act like what we had meant nothing to you?” You nearly choked on your tears, the feeling of your body being torn apart with three simple words was almost too much to handle.

If you knew loving someone could hurt this badly, like the feeling of your entire being collapsing in on itself, tearing apart from the inside out as your heart pounded with a fiery, sorrowful ache, why you’d have never allowed yourself to fall for him in the first place.

Your throat tightened as did your chest, an endless array of thoughts rushing through your head of what-ifs and why. Why he chose you to torment mercilessly for months, why he chose you to intimately torture at late hours of the night, why he chose to make you fall for him.

“When you’re finished, get out.” Kylo said, grabbing his helmet and brushing past you as though you were just another member of the sanitation crew.

Outside, Kylo stood still for a moment, now breathing deeply as he bit his lip in frustration. With a loud bang, he slammed his helmet into the wall, over and over again as sparks and shards of metal flew in all directions.

“DAMN IT!” He shouted, crushing the remnants of his helmet and dropping them to the floor like ruble. His face was red with fury, his dark curls partially obscuring his vision as he blinked away tears; All because he couldn’t say three simple words.

Three simple words, having torn you down in an instant.

[ladythornofrivia]

MY SCAVENGER || Kylo Ren!Aemond x Rey!Reader

a/n: i’ve been thinking about what one-shot I should do next. Though I’m currently writing Saltburn fanfic, I love Star Wars. Even Reylo! Have fun reading! (Some dialogue in the beginning doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the movie.)

warnings: interrogation, torture kink, lust at first sight, breeding kink, p in v sex, fight scene, violence, aemond has issues, loss of virginity, aemond is a d*ck, kink size, obsessive aemond, dom/sub, aemond not only uses the power of force on reader but also with his d*ck. Bl*wjob, degradation kink, creampie

pair: aemond x reader

Somewhere in the galaxy far away, the leader of the First Order, Aemond Targaryen, was hunting for the map that’ll lead him to Daemon Targaryen, the last Jedi ever existed. Or so he believed.

While Aemond knew the legends of his uncle and his journey as a Jedi warrior, but those who commanded under Aemond’s order and leadership, not a soul in a galaxy believed Daemon ever existed, not in the history textbooks or screens. The stormtroopers only meant to serve their skilled leader.

As young as he was, Aemond Targaryen is known for his cold and calculating nature. He kept his helmet on, under any circumstances, and wields a red lightsaber. Tall and lethal, no one really knew what he looked like—it left to the imagination far and wide, leading his troops picturing of his appearance. Aemond wouldn’t dare make his troops or his other commanding officers enter his private quarters.

In the galaxy, everyone feared him.

Until you.

A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.

Hunting for scraps and leftovers for the sake of small profit to keep on living. Finding rare scraps in Jakku, was meddlesome. A nightmare. Filled in stacks of desert sand and humid waves lingered and pierced your skin.

Deserted land has been your home. And in your home, inside the AT-AT Walker, after you scratch another tally mark on the metallic wall, you cooked a loaf of bread and fried vegetables and scraps of thin meat. You wondered when your life will begin anew with reborn purpose. A nobody, in the galactic space, hoped your family would return.

You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.

Jakku has been destroyed; in chaos, you’re forced to leave—of taking refuge, but more companions in your journey agreed that Jakku is nothing but a junkyard, and there you met a legendary shooter and a Wookie Warrior. But the plans failed.

For Aemond Targaryen spotted the map to Daemon Tarygaryen’s location. But the expectant acquirance wasn’t the astromech, droid BB8, rather, something far more interesting.

Aemond captured you—after minutes of chase and defense in the thickened forest. “Bring the girl,” he ordered, as your body fell to unconsciousness by the force, as he carried you and fled away with his ship, brought you to the First Order base, entrapped in metal straps as soon as you woke up.

Luminous lights and thick air provoked your tightened lungs to breath and your skin had broken a perspiration.

The doors opened, unveiling a tall, dark figure between the gaps of archway. Stomping on his shoes echoed until became nothing.

“Where are the others?” you asked, rasping, eyes hazed.

“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves and cravens you call friends,” he said, taunting, his voice was nearly a merry. “You’ll be in such a relief that I have no clue to where they are.”

The reflection of his mask stared back at you. “You still want to murder me—challenge me,” he assumed.

“Well, that’s what happens if you’ve been chased and captured by the monstrous creature in a mask,” you snapped, low voice laced with venom.

His mask has taken off, long silk strands of silver-blond hair flowed over his chest, as the violet eye and the substitution of his sapphire gleamed at you. For a second, you never thought that your captor is skilled fighter, but it’s also young—young and handsome. His milky skin aglow, a good correlation to his deep stone wedged on the empty socket of his amputated eye, lined with scar that is faded. Outline of his jaw sharpened, shadowed as he strode closer to you.

Thundered, his mask dropped at a nearby stand, the grey sand flew and dissipated as his lithe frame inched closer.

“The droid,” he said, almost frantic. “Tell me about the droid. I know the droid has the map to Daemon Targaryen. Ever heard of him?”

Looking at his eye, you shook your head, “Never heard of him,” you answered, the illuminated lights flashed over your eyelids each time you blinked.

Aemond inched his face closer. “Your heart beat is pounding awfully loud.”

“Must be the heat,” you retorted.

He chuckled. “What a clever liar you are. But not clever enough. Now, tell me about the droid.”

“He’s a BB Unit with a Selenium Drive with a Thermal Hyperscan Vindicator.”

“It’s carrying a navigational chart, which the droid possesses the map.” His head tilted. “You, a scavenger, living on Jakku—a deserted planet with nothing to offer.” His face leaned closer. “You know I can take what I want.”

You swallowed, eyes flicking at his smooth pink-colored lips.

“My,” he said, licking his lower lip. “It appears you have some sort of interest in me, showed no signs of fear.”

You looked away, face reddened from the strict heat in the room and the huskiness in his voice. His hand outreached to your side temple, though no contact. You felt the Force strengthened and battled against the mobility of your system.

“You’re lonely. Alone and desperate. Waiting for someone to show up and rescue you. Waiting for someone to lead you out from the land, from the galaxy and into the great land with trees and life. I can sense the anger…not only that…something far more…delicate…in the matter based on your compromising position,” he cooed.

You resisted, of course, but your energy drained quicker.

His body leaned back, taking a good look of your exasperated form. “Tell you what, I’ll release you, but only if you can give something to me, in one condition.”

You (e/c) locked onto his. “And what would that be?”

Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.

“Please, no,” you begged, wrists tied up behind your back while Aemond was sitting on a spare chair, his thick and lithe legs spread wide while you’re in between them, knees already hurting.

“Shhh, trust me, my little scavenger,” he cooed again, his gloved hand flattened behind your head and dragged it downward. “So, are you going to be my good woman, or do I have show you the force again?”

Gulping, you succumbed at his voice. Maybe another way of his “force”.

“Good woman,” he praised, and unzipped his black trousers, his long and thick cock sprung out it nearly hit your cheek below the eye. “Sorry, darling, my cock couldn’t help but to view at the sight of you,” he said, smirking, tugging your locks, hauling you closer to his engorged tip, leaking. Your lips opened, taken his length in, choking. It felt as if your eating a whole uncut rod—or a thicker lightsaber. “All trapped underneath me, my power. The force within can’t abide much later.”

Gagging proceeded in your throat, but you took his length in precarious and fervent care.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his other hand flicked, the force brought your head down further to the end of his swollen cock, his large balls. “Argh! That’s…it.”

It was impressive for him to not only deal with a woman with capable resistance, but also has a coy nature she has been hiding—a tease.

The force no longer hostage you; your mouth watered as you took his cock well, swallowing the taste of his flesh, his warm flesh. Oh, how delightful. You never dealt a Jedi or a commander to have desirable or naughty urges. But you figured that even the force cannot contain beastly urges of a man. Aemond was one. But, has he ever been a woman before you? Jealousy pitted down on your heated belly, flickering.

It felt so wrong, but, your heart was aching for him, despite “meeting” under the matters of selfish urgency and a brink of death.

Aemond sighed, his silver-blond locks befallen on his broad and lean backside, his throat bobbed, heaving and sighing at your warm and slick mouth.

“Your thoughts are troubling you again,” he said. “No, I have never been with a woman.”

You doubted. Tortured at the thought of a previous woman, a torture where a previous woman might do better than you—an inexperienced scavenger.

“I never lie,” he said. His index finger flicked, and the hair ties on your head casted, your longish locks flowed, nesrly covering up your breast. “In fact, I never did.”

Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.

“Take it all in, darling,” he encouraged, hearing your throat quenched its thirst, smothered in his slick and spurt of his thick semen.

The room became hotter as Aemond strapped your wrists above your head onto the prison bed.

“Stay still, woman,” he grunted, his lips inched downward to yours, seeing if the pace of his breath matched with yours.

Your chest steadied from a grasping breath you tried to behold with gentleness. Aemond sensed it, too.

“You’re steady…Good.” And plunged his suppled lips to yours, caging your soft ragged breaths, playing your tongue with his, heavy sighs played out in the air, his palm snuck in your cloth, smooth fingertips tracing the lines of your stomach, the soft steep of ribcage.

“With you under my protection, nothing can go wrong, little scavenger,” he said, his tucked hand withdrew, and flicked a sharp movement, and your clothes shred and tossed across the room under his Force.

Gasping, Aemond silenced your lips again under a deep passion. A sheer underwear tucked your maidenhood. Frustrated, Aemond snatched and ripped in one swoop, his cock engorged twice, hardened, his throat dried and croaked at the sight of your flawless beauty, picturing the lines of stretch marks on your lower belly from the swollen pregnancy. Aemond thought beforehand that if the First Order has been under siege, in one way to promote a difficult position that couldn’t diffuse, he needed an heir, an heir of a stronger, faster and more calculating version of himself.

“Hold on, scavenger, I’m sure this will be painful for you, but you’ll grow to love the feeling of my cock, grinding inside your walls. How do you feel now, little woman? Are you willing to give an heir for me?”

You gasped. There was so much life ahead of you. Unsure of his words, you were sure he’s crazy to know that one, obtaining pregnancy is scandalous—especially if a father is a notorious leader. He could be killed, and could be tortured or his enemies will use you and the child to proceed their victory to reach Aemond.

Gulping and vibrating under him, you uttered. “Why me?”

Your heart is torn in half. What if Aemond is only using you as a spare time hobby? What if he’ll soon find a lover who’s more beautiful and mature and not childlike like you, and for you to be thrown in the dark and be forgotten? Numerous possibilities rushing in your mind—and halted—when Aemond said, “I won’t betray you. Betraying is the enemy’s job.”

“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.

“In this room, you’ll only see the real me, as the real Aemond, a beast hidden in a skin of a man,” he murmured. “I must have you,” he grunted, pushing his cock into your constricted folds, pumping and sliding in a tremendous pace that the bed rocked.

Moans ascended in the roofs, Aemond’s quiet grunts entered through your ears. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, bobbing as his powerful thrusts electrified your drenched walls.

Your eyes lulled, but Aemond grasped your face and aligned it to his, violet eye narrowed. “Look at me as I fuck you good—heavy and fast. Your belly will soon swell with a future Jedi, a more powerful warrior than any good-for-nothing troops in the galaxy.”

His legs ached as his one hand untied the knot on your wrist and hauled your body up for you to snuggle him, bed rocking continuously as your voice rasped, airily sighing with your eyes closed, almost seeing pink stars swirling in your closed lids, your mouth sucked Aemond’s neck, offered a low hiss through his teeth.

“That’s it, my good angel,” Aemond purred,the flat of his large hands enveloped and motioned against your naked back. The heat in the room faded, the coldness bumped into your bare flesh; the air condition is activated, encouraged your warm bodies to go at full speed.

“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.

Aemond’s pace became sloppy, staggered at you calling his name. “Say it again, my darling scavenger. Say my name.”

“Aemond…Aemond,” your hips gyrated, in pleasurable heat.

His lips curved. “I knew you would love it eventually.”

“Need you to come…inside me..in me…on me…in my mouth or face. Fuck me good,” you begged, corner of your lips salivating, tongue buds prickling, in hopes to taste his cock again.

But you missed the part where Aemond’s eye gleamed in darkened shade, in secret thrill.

Grabbing your hips, nails deepened and bruised your flesh and bones as his thrusts shoved harder, sending your voice wailing through the roof. You were sure that the Stormtroopers would stop and listen over your voice. Aemond couldn’t care less; he loved seeing you like this.

“Almost there, my scavenger,” he groaned, kissing your cheek, last few rounds set in; your arms slightly flailed yet gripped around his neck, face nuzzled onto his lean neck as he blasted hot white liquid inside you.

Kissing on several spots on your face, Aemond tugged your body down with him, with your side profile pressed against his chest, his hand rested on your back head while the other brushed your back.

“The child will soon grow into you,” he reminded.

“What about the droid?” you asked, puzzled.

Aemond scoffed. “Forget about that damn droid. It is you who I am enamored to, who I am now devoted to.”

“Is this the power of force?”

“No, this is my love yearning for someone—for you, my sweet,” he said. “The force is neither the army nor the galaxy. The force is within us, and only us can gather. The force can sometimes break us.”

“You didn’t break me,” you noted, admiring his sapphire eye.

Aemond smiled. “No, but you tamed the force within me.”

And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.

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[cowboygenesis]

4: baby, baby | kylo ren x reader

part 4 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist.

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language. word count: 2.3k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: we're going with shorter chapters for this fic! also, do you guys like the text part?? it's been so long since i've tried something similar lol but it's so charming! (also i rarely proofread what i post, i'm sorry if it's obvious i just get vertigo looking at the same text for hours on end)

You let out a loud yawn, suppressing it with the sleeve of your sweater. You feel your eyelids sticking, eyes glazed with sleep as you reach for your portable cup. As you take a sip, the rich aroma floods your nostrils, urging you to inhale slowly.

Your manicured finger taps away at the touchpad of your sleek laptop. You were supposed to be taking notes, but today feels pretty slow. Even your lecturer seems to be drooping down in her seat more than usual as the slides flicker across the projector ahead. You catch some information about Morrison… or maybe it was Melville? Regardless, you’d catch up on the reading over your long weekend— god knows you had nothing better to distract yourself from him.

It’s been over a week since Kylo’s arrival and your unfortunate argument, or fight, as Rey had insisted on calling it. You disagreed— it was merely a brief lapse in your patience, and you were ready to bounce back to your daily life soon after.

Except Kylo wasn’t. He made a point of ignoring you most days, disappearing from his couch-bed before you even managed to have your morning coffee. He’d be gone most of the day and come back late at night, usually with a box of takeout or a 4-pack of beer. His avoidance made you that much more upset, at some point making you consider throwing away the pack of cigarettes he’d leave in the kitchen every evening. You discarded the thought eventually, thinking it’d be juvenile to resort to his level of pettiness.

And as such you’ve been coexisting, sharing a home yet living completely separate lives. The few times he’d make a rare appearance, Rey was there to save you from awkwardness. Most recently, it was over breakfast.

Kylo had an annoying habit of completely disregarding your detailed shower schedule. This meant that most days you’d be forced to sit idly in your room until he finished his business, except one fateful Wednesday morning. You had made the foolish mistake of waiting in the kitchen that time, typing away at your laptop when you heard the shower turn off. It was only a matter of time before he emerged from the bathroom down the hall, hair pulled-back and pale skin slick with moisture.

“Hey,” you had greeted him out of courtesy, earning but a short nod in return.

You tried to keep your attention on the screen of your laptop, but his looming presence made it difficult. Despite his obvious spite toward you, his gaze seemed to stay glued to your idle form as you typed away on the keyboard. There were no words exchanged, just the brief instance of eye contact that made your spine prickle. Whenever you’d make the unfortunate mistake of meeting his gaze, he seemed to be making that same face— eyes narrowed, and that teasing fucking smirk painting his plush lips.

“Damn him,” you mutter under your breath, eyes rolling at the memory. “Damn him and his ugly mug.”

You tap open a new private page in your browser, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you worry your lip between your teeth. The thought has been biting at your curiosity for a few days now, but it never felt safe to make the call at home— you knew he could find you out at any moment, and you’d be screwed for the rest of his visit.

With one eyebrow quirked, you quickly type in your query: ‘Kylo Ren.’

As you press the ‘enter’ key, your eyes squint at the inflow of results onscreen. Without any pictures, you’re forced to click the first available result— a LinkedIn page.

Your heart skips a beat when the page loads in. You’re met with a picture of him in black and white, looking at the camera. His face is relaxed, almost stern, suiting his choice of clothing. You think you like him better in a t-shirt as opposed to the turtleneck he dons in the picture, but you brush the thought off quickly before it managed to settle in your gut.

You scroll, hands jittering slightly. Has researching someone online always felt so dirty?

Below, you catch sight of his professional resume. The technicalities make little sense to you for the most part, but indeed, he’s listed as owner of a company called ‘Solo Solutions’ specializing in IT-related services. You realize the name rings a bell, and quickly connect it with a purse of your lips: Rey Solo. You figure it must be their family name, except it wouldn’t match the ‘Ren’ listed on his profile.

You huff, quickly exiting the page and returning to your initial search list. Skipping the purple link, you instead opt for the second one that takes you to the familiar layout of the Facebook website.

“Oh, god,” you whisper under your breath, leaning toward the screen. Your little internet escapade evolves into something much more intimate as you spot Kylo’s profile. The picture here is much different to the professional version, depicting a candid photo of the man’s back as he stands at a bar. With his head tilted slightly, you spot the curve of a smile through the motion blur. You swallow thickly, glancing at the name.

‘Kylo Ren (Ben Solo)’ stares back at your rouged visage, taunting you with the mystery. Your first instinct tells you that the choice is simply stylistic, perhaps to maintain a certain mein in the unforgiving world of corporate, but even then— something doesn’t sit right with you. You’d like the puzzle pieces to snap together, but instead, you find yourself opening the photos section of the page.

Once it loads in, you feel an immediate thrum in your chest at what you see. Dozens of rows filled with various photos, each one depicting Kylo—Ben—on a different background, in a different situation. But it’s not what differs about these images that startles you, it’s what connects them.

His smile.

Across each photo, Kylo’s face greets you with a warm, earnest grin, eyes squinted and dimples showing. You never even knew he had them.

Your free hand squeezes the hem of your sweater as you keep browsing. You feel your gut twisting as you skip past each row, taking in the variety: pictures of his travels abroad, in office, at home… and finally, alongside a woman.

She looks to be about his age, with flaxen hair and bright eyes that squint into a smile as he kisses her cheek. The picture radiates with a joyful, chaotic energy that you’d never expect from Kylo, let alone him in interaction with another human being. But you know this is different.

The realization dawns on you like a sudden storm, surging in your veins and making you chew the inside of your cheek. As you continue down the timeline, you spot the pair again and again, kissing, touching, embracing. In each picture, Kylo smiles. He’s radiant alongside this beautiful woman, his gaze locked on her form like she’s the single most important thing in the world.

Your stomach sinks with something akin to dread, making you shake your head as you swiftly close the page. Your fingers jitter above the touchpad, making you reach for your coffee to quell the accompanying dryness in your throat. As the bitter liquid slicks down your throat and into your stomach, it settles into nausea.

Everything clicks into place. Or, at the very least, one reason for Kylo’s sudden move— and his recent anger toward you. The relationship seems picture perfect, so you’d feel sympathetic if the breakup was indeed a reality.

Except you don’t feel sympathy. Instead, your head thrums with a dull headache as you squeeze your fists, nails digging into your palms. A simmering frustration settles into your insides, stirring your leg into bouncing impatiently.

‘Why?’ you think, settling your cup down to rub at your aching temples, ‘Why would this ever be a subject of my cares?’

And then, something vibrates soundlessly at your hip. You exhale sharply, reaching into the pocket of your pants to withdraw the sleek figure of your phone. When the screen lights up, your tongue goes dry again.

Unknown, 13:57 how’s school

The text looks at your confusion-stricken face, glaring. Your unlock your phone, swiping to the app and letting your thumbs linger above the keyboard for a beat before replying.

Me, 13:58 who’s this?

A grey chat bubble appears after a second, indicating an approaching reply. You bite your bottom lip, fingers flexing and releasing in anticipation. Deep down, part of you knows who it is before the message even comes.

Unknown, 14:00 need wi-fi password. where’s the router

Your jaw almost drops. Surely enough, you were right about the mysterious correspondent, and surely enough, he’s just as annoying through text as he is in real life.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you sigh as your thumbs get to work again.

Me, 14:03 are you serious

Unknown, 14:03 dead serious signals shit in the living room

You scoff, head shaking as you cross your legs.

Me, 14:04 you haven’t talked to me in days and now you’re texting me for the wifi???

Unknown, 14:05 well yea. what else would i text you for

You feel that simmering frustration in your veins bubble into something greater beat by beat. Rolling your eyes, you send your last text message before making a promise to yourself to block the asshole before he completely ruins your day.

Me, 14:06 go fuck yourself

Unknown, 14:06 touchy

You place the device screen-down on your desk, scoffing. You hear it vibrate almost immediately, but do your best to ignore it as you turn your attention to the lecture. Your professor stands at the small podium, pointing to one of the white-boards with a green marker. Another vibration.

You shake your head, opening your Google Doc and typing some bullet points onto the blank page. “A binary opposite is a complete opposite and this is apparent in Brontë's Jane Eyre through the…” you mutter, before another vibration shakes your desk.

You groan in frustration, slapping your laptop closed before withdrawing your phone again.

Unknown, 14:10 so where is it cmon, dont leave me waiting you want me to grovel?

His text leaves you rolling your eyes again, lip caught between your teeth as you reply.

Me, 14:11 tempting

The grey bubble pops up for a beat, before disappearing again. Your thumbs tap against the edge of your phone in something akin to anticipation, but instead of shoving the feeling aside, your heart thrums at the response that comes.

Unknown, 14:13 didn’t know you liked me on my knees

Your jaw almost comes slack, looking around briefly as if checking the perimeter. Most of your colleagues are, like you, zoned out or mindlessly scrolling their devices. When you type again, your thumbs quiver.

Me, 14:14 not telling suffer :)

Unknown, 14:14 WAIT please

The small curve of your mouth comes unsolicited, making you purse your lips.

Me, 14:15 please what?

Unknown, 14:16 please, dear roomie where can i find the router?

The subtle curve bends into a smirk.

Me, 14:17 behind the TV.

Unknown, 14:17 did that kill you?

Me, 14:18 yes. writing from the afterlife hope the wifi sucks for u

You exhale slowly when the replies halt, clicking your phone off before placing it on the desk again. You cross your arms, biting down the grin forming on your lips. You know it stems from the satisfaction of getting Kylo to plead, but still— something about it feels wrong, like the fluttering in your chest shouldn’t be occurring regardless.

With another sigh, you open the lid of your laptop again and get back to mindless note-taking. The class concludes at half-past, and you’re already thinking of the hefty salad you’ll be having at the canteen once you’re out of this stuffy lecture hall.

Another vibration comes. Without second-guessing, you grab your phone within seconds.

Unknown, 14:21 too bad. signals great

You scoff, eyes rolling at the reply. Part of you feels like you should have extended your torture for a while longer, just to make him pay for ignoring you all week.

The grey bubble hovers over the text bar again before disappearing. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting.

What appears onscreen next knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Unknown, 14:23 thanks baby

You inhale sharply, turning your phone off and dropping it into the depths of your bag. Your fingers tremble as they curl into the fabric of your jeans, but you ignore it, staring blankly at the lecture notes on your screen as the text echoes in your mind.

Baby.

You shake your head, jaw tightening as you force your focus back on the words before you. It means nothing. Kylo’s an asshole who throws words around just to get under your skin, you know this all too well. That’s all this is—another attempt to piss you off.

But the heat licking at the back of your neck tells a different story.

The professor dismisses the class. Chairs scrape against the floor, students shuffle out, conversations bubble up around you. You move on autopilot, shoving your laptop into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Your legs feel stiff as you push out of the lecture hall, into the busy corridor, then into the crisp air outside.

It’s chilly outside, but the sun is bright enough to make you shield your eyes with your forearm.

You exhale.

“Fuck him,” you mutter, head shaking as you begin walking down your campus. You square your shoulders, focusing on the rhythmic sound of your boots against the pavement. Students pass by in pairs and clusters, chattering about lectures and weekend plans.

He ignored you for days. That’s what matters—not the texts.

And definitely not the stupid baby.

Your breath fogs in the crisp air as you exhale again, slower this time.

You keep walking.

Your heart still thrums.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

The Supreme Leader had granted his padawan one vice, one thing he could take pleasure from, one thing that was only his. He could have picked spice or hooch, but the troubled Sith chose her.

Series Warnings: reader was kidnapped and manipulated into being a pleasure slave, tagged dub con to be safe, little bit of non con, smut, d/s dynamics, angst, fluff, blood, each chapter has their own warnings as well

WC: 13k

Minors DNI

‧₊˚His Pick‧₊˚

‧₊˚His First Hit‧₊˚

‧₊˚His High‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Addiction‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Weakness‧₊˚

‧₊˚His Greatest Strength‧₊˚

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

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.

[swanimagines]

Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.

requested by anon

Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.

No.

You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.

You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.

“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.

You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.

So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.

“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”

You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”

Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”

"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."

He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."

“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”

“Hm.”

You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.

“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”

You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.

But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.

He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”

Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.

There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.

You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.

Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.

Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.

Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.

But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.

“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”

She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”

You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.

“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”

“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”

Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”

You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

---

This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.

Requests are open! FANDOM LIST | PROMPT LIST(S) | RULES (READ!!!)

[skywalkerslvt]

guys i'm lowkey kinda in love with kylo ren right now i kinda wanna write kylo smut 😔😔

[itscatchyouintherye]

You lose some, you win some [ReaderxGeneralHux]

Ren tries to humiliate Hux in front of you by revealing an embarrassing detail. It gives you an idea Ren did not intend and Hux did not dare to dream of.

The bridge is busy, lots of shouting, lots of rushing. You do your best to stay calm and somehow manage ten lines of communication at once. It feels like you’re barely blinking while you basically attack the screen in front of you with command after command. You don’t lift your head for most of the time and only acknowledge information shouted your way with a nod or occasionally a thumbs up if it came from across the room.

You’re second in command on the bridge, after General Hux. Well, if you count Snoke and Ren, maybe fourth? That also does not account for Phasma…First Order ranks are obscure. Practically, it means, either way, that when Hux isn’t here, you’re the one who oversees the bridge. You would also argue that you’re doing a lot more than overseeing. Other than the aloof General, you are actually hands on. Which is what earned you the respect of the other officers – sometimes to Hux’ annoyance, because even when he is on the bridge, officers tend to talk to you first anyway.

Ren, on the other hand, finds it amusing. He does not explicitly appreciate you, but he also never has thrown you against a wall…or questioned your standing. To put it differently: he values your commitment that has the welcome side effect of pissing Hux off by proxy.

It made it ever more puzzling to him when he realized that you were not disrespecting Hux but flirting with him. Well, what started at teasing, turned into flirting. Because your body’s reaction to Hux shooting you an exasperated look made you realize that you like nothing more than for him to be worked up because of you.

Hux realized that recently as well and plays into it, you are sure of it. For him, what started as being agitated turned into being aroused. At least that’s what his flushed cheeks and Ren’s eyerolls insinuated.

Even though it was something you are excited to achieve, you don’t really know how to handle it. Hux and you are now more or less openly flirting with each other, but don’t talk outside of work at all or ever were alone with each other.

Today, Ren gives you the final push when he obviously intended the absolute opposite to happen.

It happens when you finally look up from your screen after what surely has to be at least two hours. You do so, because Hux approaches to tell you: “They found the outpost.”

You turn to him: “Thank fuck.”

“Language.”

“My apologies, General.”

The corners of his mouth twitch.

Before either of you can say anything else, Ren comes storming in.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

Irritated, Hux looks at him: “Weren’t you chasing that sand rat?”

“Careful.” Ren walks right up to him. They stare each other down. You enjoy the tension for a long moment before you defuse it by telling him: “We just got the confirmation, Sir. Noone is to approach before you give the order or fly there yourself.”

Surprisingly, he barely seems to register your words.

Instead, he keeps his eyes on Hux. Then they dart to you for a second and back to the General whose face suddenly contorts in discomfort.

“Out…of my head, Ren!”

“What are you so desperately trying to hide? A little inappropriate dream or…oh my!” He starts to grin.

“Don’t you dare!” Hux points at him.

“Would you please tell me what’s going on?” You throw your hands up, irritated that they engage in this pissing contest instead of focusing on the mission.

“Gladly.” Ren smiles brightly and turns to you.

“Ren!” Hux’ warning has absolutely no effect on him, and he goes on: “The General hasn’t made any advances because…how do I put it?”

“Ren!” Hux shouts, now sounding actually desperate.

“He is seriously worried an encounter would end…prematurely.”

You mouth falls open.

Aghast, Hux stares at Ren. And then terrified at you.

The three of you stand in silence for a long, very long, moment. Ren clearly relishing it. Hux obviously loathing it. You, however, have a picture in your head so explicit and obscene that it makes you flinch.

Satisfied with the situation he created, Ren gives you a nod and then simply leaves for the hangar.

“I-, I-“ Hux looks at you, back on the floor, and back at you. “Please excuse me.” He says and basically sprints to the exit of the bridge.

You have to blink several times until the realization catches up to you, leaving you flabbergasted.

“Good gods.” You whisper shout at no one in particular.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the phantasy this information evoked, you turn back to your screen.

“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” An officer calls from the next workstation.

You honestly don’t know how to answer that and simply give him a tightlipped smile before telling him: “Make sure that Ren doesn’t go rogue but has some fighters accompanying him.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You stare at the requests piling up on your virtual desk. Some of them, you would have to talk to Hux about. Well, you planned on asking him about as soon as he arrived on the bridge…

You cannot, you simply cannot shake the idea that popped into your head. Even after your shift, or rather especially then, you think about it. About Hux under you. About him desperately panting, trying his best to hold it off, really trying…but it’s just too much for him, and-

After pacing for exactly one minute, you grab your datapad and request Hux to come to your quarters. You considered showing up at his, but this way it leaves him the dignity of coming over on his own accord. He could ignore it. He could just delete the request and see you tomorrow on the bridge, put his stern face back on and pretend that nothing happened.

To your delight, however, he arrives at your quarters shortly thereafter.

You take a deep breath and let the door slide open. Visibly nervous, Hux stands right on the other side, having a hard time to look you in the eyes.

You gesture for him to come in and he walks past you. You notice how tightly he has his hands clutched behind his back.

After you locked the door, he speaks up: “Listen-“

“Is it true? What Ren said.” You interrupt.

Hux’ lets out a choked noise and averts eye contact once again.

Somewhat nervous yourself, you walk up to him. You give him another second to compose himself and maybe come up with a lie, but he doesn’t.

Not touching him, you lean in and murmur: “It is, isn’t it?”

Hux shivers. You smile to yourself and lean even closer. So close that he can feel your breath when you add: “Tell me. I’d like to know.”

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper, and he has to clear his throat. “Why would you want to know that? To humiliate me? To have something to-“

You kiss the side of his neck. Your lips just barely ghosting over his skin. Hux gulps. Slowly, you trail kisses up to his jaw. When you’re close to his lips, you lean back to tell him: “Because it turns me on, that’s why.”

His eyes widen in disbelieve: “What?”

“I think you heard me just fine.”

“I…what?” He sounds like his brain just short-circuited.

You purse your lips, waiting for him to process what you told him. To actually react.

Hands suddenly clasping your face, he does. With a groan, he smashes his lips onto yours.

You breathe out a surprised oh! and then kiss him back.

Letting your hands wander all over Hux, you pry his mouth open to push your tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it with another groan and pulls you closer, flush against his body.

“Stars…fuck…” He mumbles between kisses, making you restless in his arms.

Panting, you tell him: “Bedroom is that way.” As you walk him in that direction. More than willingly, he follows your lead.

As soon as you have him sat on your bed, you start to open his jacket and urge him to strip. His uniform pants, however, you make him keep on by grabbing his hand when he goes for his belt.

Confused, he looks at you.

“Ever since…all I could think about the rest of the day is…” You bite your bottom lip and take off your top instead of finishing your sentence.

Hux drags his eyes over your chest, lingering on your bra.

Without further ado, you straddle him, immediately feeling his hard-on press against your crotch. He inhales sharply at the added pressure and claws into your hips. Grinding down on him, you put your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeply. He bucks up into you, and you sigh at his dick rubbing against your clit through your pants.

You reach down and palm his dick as you bite his bottom lip. He moans and scratches down your back before grabbing your tits. You squeeze his dick, making him curse loudly.

“Language.” You whisper with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” Hux replies and kisses you greedily.

You open your mouth and let him take charge of the kiss, tilting your head the way he moves it gently by grabbing your chin.

When you find the tip of his dick pressing against the fabric and run your thumb over it, he inhales sharply. “I- do you actually want-“ He stammers, making sounds more delicious than you could have ever daydreamed.

“Yes.” You tell him, widely turned on and surely drenching wet.

“Good gods…” He breathes out and moves his hips to meet the strokes of your hand.

While he bites into the soft skin of your chest to muffle his moans, you go back to grinding down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over his twitching shaft. It offers you at least a little relief and you cannot help but let out one or two moans yourself.

“Shit…I-please…” He looks up at you. “I can’t, I have to, please…”

“Go on.” You murmur and move your hips faster as you snake your arms around him, resting one hand on the back of his neck to keep him close, devouring him with hungry kisses.

“Fuck…” Now he bites into your bottom lip, quite hard.

Then he tenses and grunts and stop thrusting up against you.

You roll your hips a few more times before you still and lean your cheek against his temple while he catches his breath.

Then you scoot back a bit so that you can look down and see the wet spot in his pants. It makes you clench around nothing, intoxicated by what just happened.

Leaning his forehead against your chest, Hux lets out a chuckle. You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

“This is certainly one way to be intimate for the first time.” He tells you.

After a pause, he leans back to be able to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils still wide. You smile at him and press another gentle kiss to his lips.

“I cannot wait for Ren to see this the next time he probes into my brain.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, no! Not like that! I just mean that now…”

You laugh and stroke his cheek: “It’s fine. But don’t let him see what we’ll do the rest of the night.”

“You want me to stay over?”

“You want to leave?”

“No! Of course not, I-“

“Armitage Hux…it is confusingly arousing when you’re stumbling over your words.”

“Really?” “Oh yeah.”

“I can certainly keep that up.” He kisses your neck and then adds: “I really need to take off my pants now though.”

“Speaking of. How do you plan on getting back to your quarters tomorrow? Walk the base with cum-stained pants?”

Hux grins: “Looks like I will have to stay forever.”

“How terrible!”

He pushes you over and lays down on top of you, his hand wandering towards your crotch.

“Truly an awful fate.”

[fromduck]

Guys I’m being dead ass when I say this. It’s been five years- HALF A DECADE since I last watched Voltron and yet Keith Kogane stays on my mind. He won’t leave 😭

[juniperwoodwell]

How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.

Parings: Adam Sackler x F! Reader, Flip Zimmerman x F! Reader, Phillip Altman x F! Reader, Kylo Ren x F! Reader.

Warning(s): Cursing, 18+ content, Groping, Innuendos.

Word count: 2k

A/n: Sadly I've been feeling a bit down about myself and decided to write about the boy's, honestly I hope reading this helps you as much as it did for me. Enjoy ❤️

Oh, also. The photos were edited by me, I found them all on Pinterest.

Adam Sackler

He wasn't too surprised by the confession when you told him one night; he could tell by how shy you were when you started dating and began trying things out in the bedroom.

He didn't know how to bring it up or console you properly; usually, he'd immediately change the subject when you felt insecure about something. To you, it came off as him being uncaring about your insecurities, but one night you decided to bring it up.

"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.

The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,

"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.

"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"

 "You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.

"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."

 Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.

The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.

 Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.

"Adam...Please don't."

"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.

"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.

"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."

Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."

 "Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."

"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."

"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.

"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."

His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical  approach.

Flip Zimmerman

Flip's reaction was similar to Adams, but he couldn't wrap his head around how such a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman could be insecure about herself. He wasn't sure how to console you, but he was determined to learn how.

He started by asking questions about your insecurities, always confused by the why and how. It irritated him to know that someone made you feel  this way about yourself. No...Not irritated. It pissed him off beyond belief, but he would never let you know that.

One night, he takes the situation into his own hands, quite literally. You two were preparing to go to the park's fall cookout park.

You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.

"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.

 "S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.

"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.

"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts

"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."

"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."

"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"

 You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"

 You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.

"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.

"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,

"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."

Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.

 Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.

"It better be me, Honey."

 A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.

"Always, sweetheart."

If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.

Phillip Altman

Philips's reaction was very childish, as were most of his reactions to things you tell him. He mostly laughed in disbelief. But he settled down when you put your hands on your hips and bit your lip.

"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.

 As I said. Disbelief.

 "Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."

You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."

"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."

 "Hotness?"

 "Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;

 Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face

"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."

He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"

You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."

"Oh? Then what will? Huh?  How about this?"

Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.

"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;

 He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.

"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.

 "SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.

"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.

 "Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."

Kylo Ren

Kylo was angry when you told him, not at you but at your reasoning behind it. He was furious that a man you put your trust and love in constantly put down your body or called you things that made you feel less than you were.

He was determined to show you just how wrong that bastard was.

He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,

"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.

"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.

 He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.

"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.

When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.

"Guess I will just have to teach you how."

[pastelghoul]

Somebody Else - Ben Solo x Reader

Imagine seeing Ben immediately following the aftermath of the burning of Luke's temple Inspired by You're Somebody Else by flora cash

Around you lay the tattered remains and burnt rubble of what was once Master Luke's temple. Now in its place stood smouldering stone collapsing in on itself.

The remaining crackles of the fierce lightning storm faded out, now replaced by the soft pattering of rain. Scattered around you lay the charred remains of your fellow peers, the stench of burnt flesh thick in the air.

In the distance, you saw him; Ben stood at the foot of what was once the great temple, his robes shredded and burnt. His raven locks were tangled together, sweat and ash clumping together forming knots in his hair.

"Ben!" you called out, watching as he swiftly whipped around to face you, some of the tension leaving his body as he saw you approach.

"Are you ok?" he asked once you were near, his hands cupping your face as he inspected you for injuries. You felt a slight tremble in his actions, as though he were overwhelmed with shock.

"I'm fine," you leaned into his touch, taking his hand in yours and pressing it gently to your chest, your strong heart pumping beneath his touch. "but are you ok?" Ben looked away, blinking away tears so you wouldn't see him in this moment of weakness.

"Luke, he tried to-" Ben held back a sob, betrayed by a stray tear tumbling down his cheek. "I woke up to him standing above me, lightsabre ignited. He tried to kill me."

"No, Luke would never..." you shook your head in disbelief. "Luke did all this?" you gestured to the giant burning heap of atone and wood, bodies surely buried beneath the chaos.

"No, I did." Ben corrected, clenching his sabre tighter. "All he saw in me was darkness, he was convinced I had chosen my side - so I showed him darkness.

"Ben, I-" you spoke softly, retracting your hand. "I saw the part of you that nobody else saw. There is good in you, Ben. We can fight the darkness together, I-"

"No. It doesn't matter what I do, they'll always see Vader in me. I'm not him though; I'm stronger than Vader was, I'll finish what he started."

You looked at him as though he were delusional - He had to be to say such outlandish things. Surely he wasn't being serious, how could you miss something like that?

"I could read you, this isn't you, Ben. You are nothing like Vader, you're good and kind and-"

"This is me, don't you recognise me? Come with me, please." Ben pleaded, holding your hands in his. His eyes were full of hope as he stared longingly into your gaze.

"Well, you look like yourself, but you're somebody else." you spoke, taking in his messy appearance, from his torn robes to his matted hair, that hopeless look plastered to his features. You took a step back, letting his hands fall to his side, empty. "Only it ain't on the surface."

"How can you say that? This is me, it always has been. I'm Ben Solo, the boy you grew up with, trained with, fell in love with... I know you still love me, I want you by my side when I conquer the galaxy!" Ben cried, holding out a hand towards you, desperate for you to take it.

"So you talk like yourself, I hear someone else though." You retorted, holding back tears. Whoever this was, as much as they may have resembled Ben, it wasn't your Ben in there anymore. It was somebody else.

Ben stood frozen, eyes searching your own for a spark of hope that you'd join him; his features darkened when he realised you were serious about not following him.

"Fine, if you're not with me, then you're against me." the aggressive hum of his sabre echoed through the darkness as it whirred to life, the blue hue flickering gently against the dying flames.

"Now you're making me nervous..." your voice trembled, backing away as Ben twirled his lightsabre at you, prompting you to ignite your own; you didn't want to fight Ben, but it seemed he was leaving you no choice.

Ben lunged at you, skidding along loose gravel and mud as you dodged his attack. His swings were angry and uncoordinated, slashing sloppily at your nimble form as you blocked each one after the other.

"Please Ben, stop! I don't want to do this!" you cried in desperation, continuing to fight defensively; you didn't want to hurt Ben, but soon you'd have no choice but to fight back.

"I loved you!" he choked out like venom; the words seemed to shock Ben, cutting his concentration short. You took your chance. It was just long enough for you to land a strong kick against his chest and send him flying backwards.

Your lightsabre spat inches away from his throat, pinning him to the ground where he lay defeated. Ben looked up at you with a hateful glare, his dark locks sticking to his face as he fought back tears.

"You were the better half of my beating heart, Ben. You meant everything to me." You spoke through tears, unable to look at him any longer. You didn't recognise the person beneath you, trapped at the mercy of your blade.

Ben's features softened, his glare turning into a look of regret. He reached a hand out, flinching as you jabbed your blade at him threateningly.

Against your better judgment, you leant a hand to help him up, only to find yourself crashing to the ground moments later as he hooked his legs around your own and pulled you down.

Pushing himself up, Ben made a hasty getaway in the wake of your confusion, leaving you in the dust and dirt of the shattered remains of the temple.

By the time you'd brushed yourself off, Ben was gone. You watched hopelessly as he took off in his starship, finally allowing your tears to fall freely.

"You've left me to stand alone, we were meant to become Jedi together... Now I'm surrounded by pitch black flesh and bone." You gazed up amongst the stars, watching a final flash of light before he escaped into hyperspace.

"I can't believe you're gone."

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Twenty | Across the Stars

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Word count: 6.4k

Chapter-specific CW: NSFW, descriptions of drowning

A/N: yes, I took 6 months to update this. no, I don't have any good excuses. but if you're still here reading along, know that I appreciate you so, so much and am trying my best to write more often :') ALSO... since starting this story, Lucasfilm has officially stated that Luke's academy is located on Ossus, so I'm going to edit the story to match that!

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“Geegee, set course for Ilum.”

Ben’s voice echoed through the steel ship as you watched the Academy fade into the distance, lost in the green expanse of Ossus. You stood at the back of the ship’s hull, choosing to watch your departure from a narrow viewport rather than the cockpit.

“Right away, Master Solo,” said the droid, joints squeaking as it tottered to the cockpit.

As the roar of the ship’s engines lowered to a hum, unease crept in. While the thought of venturing into the galaxy to find a kyber crystal once filled you with excitement, it now made your stomach churn. It’s going to be okay, you told yourself, trying to make it true.

Leaving the safety of the New Republic’s surveillance was hard enough on its own, let alone voyaging to a foreign ice planet in the Unknown Regions. It wasn’t all bad, though. Knowing that Geegee automatically transmitted a signal back to the Academy provided you some comfort.

Behind you, you could hear the clicks and whirs of the control panel as Ben prepared the hyperdrive. You turned around, finding him hunched over the panel, muttering something about the motivator. Despite his frustration, he carried an air of confidence as he worked. Shoulders relaxed, hair pushed back from his eyes. It was a stark contrast to the first time you had flown with him in the Grimtaash.

The memory flashed in your mind when your eyes landed on the co-pilot’s seat—the same seat that cradled your bruised, bleeding body the night you escaped Zeffo. Just the thought of it was enough to make you doubt this entire journey.

Ben sat down in his chair, letting out an accomplished sigh as he rested his hands on his knees. With the coordinates entered and the drone of the engines steadily growing louder, you knew what was coming next.

“Everything alright over there?”

Ben’s voice snapped you from your trance. You let out a sharp breath, unaware that you had been holding it for the duration of your reverie.

“Princess?” he said louder this time, craning his neck to meet your gaze.

Whether it was your unconvincing nod or your failure to meet his gaze after his question that gave your apprehension away, you weren’t sure. Regardless, in a matter of seconds, he had jumped out of his chair and come to stand in front of you, hands clasped over yours in a firm—yet comforting—grip.

“Talk to me, princess.”

It came in pieces. The pounding in your temples, followed by the pungent taste of blood coating your tongue. But the memories weren’t strictly physical. Defeat and desperation replaced your climbing anxiety, polluting your senses with the stench of utter fear. All from just looking at a piece of furniture.

Just before you could unravel, Ben’s grip on you tightened, pulling you from your thoughts. It wasn’t until your name spilled over his lips, drenched with concern, that you pulled your gaze away from the co-pilot’s seat. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t–”

“Stop it.”

You stiffened. “Stop what?”

“Saying sorry all the time,” he said with a tsk. “I’m going to start charging you five credits every time you do it.”

“Well, the joke’s on you then. I don’t have any credits,” you said dryly.

Ben cocked an eyebrow at you and, without him saying a single word, you gave in. Exhaling a long breath, your nerves settled.

“It’s just hard being in here again, even under the best circumstances.” Without realizing it, you found yourself squeezing his hands in return, holding onto him like a lifeline. “Not to mention what would happen if I were unable to find a kyber crystal. Master Skywalker would send me into exile and I would be forced to live a life veiled in shame and failure–”

“Okay, I get it,” he said, fighting back a laugh. “But that’s not going to happen. It’s going to be okay, I promise,” he said, releasing your hands as he sat down again. “Now, we need to make the jump to hyperspace, which is unfortunately something you need to be sitting for. It’ll just be a moment, okay?”

You nodded in understanding, moving to sit in the co-pilot’s chair. But before you could lower yourself into the seat, Ben’s hands locked onto your waist, spinning you around and pulling you to sit on his lap.

A gasp escaped your mouth, earning a deep, amused laugh from the pilot. You whipped your head around, shooting him a disapproving look.

“What? I didn’t specify where you had to sit,” he said, squeezing your hips lightly. His gentle touch eased your nerves, calming you in a matter of seconds.

“You’re an infuriating man, you know that?” you said with mock ridicule.

“So I’m told.” Dimples framed his smile, melting away any remaining concern. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost believe that his charm was more effective than any sedative a medical droid could offer. Almost.

Ben leaned forward, toggling a few more switches on the control panel. The feeling of his lips grazing the shell of your ear pulled you from your thoughts.

“Will you do me the honor?” he asked, weaving his fingers with yours as he guided your hand to the slender chrome lever in the center of the dashboard. The hyperdrive.

“Are you sure I’m qualified?” you asked.

With a peck on the cheek, he replied, “Absolutely.”

Your heart slammed into your ribs, causing your hands to tremble as you grabbed the rod. It was natural to be nervous about flying—especially when you were in the pilot’s seat. But the big arms wrapped around your torso assured you that you were safe.

As you pulled back on the lever, the engines roared in crescendo, launching the ship into hyperspace. The momentum pinned you against Ben, forcing you to grab onto the armrests for support. In the blink of an eye, the stars surrounding you transformed into blinding streaks of light before morphing into the swirling blue blur of deep space. To say it was exhilarating would be an understatement.

“Look at you,” Ben cooed, planting another kiss on your shoulder. “Before you know it, you’ll be piloting this thing all by yourself.”

You scoffed. “I seriously doubt that. I can barely operate a landspeeder without endangering myself and others.”

“Well, there’s only one way to get better, and I assure you, I’m a much better teacher than my uncle is.” Ben lowered his seat to a more comfortable position, pulling you back with him until you were resting against his chest.

“Is that so?” You couldn’t control your wandering hands as they crawled up the pleats of his robes, peeling back the fabric along his chest and neck.

He clasped your hands in his, holding them in place. “I mean it. After everything that happened, I want you to be comfortable piloting if you need to.”

There it was again, that horrible cloud that hung over your head at the mere mention of Zeffo. As if sensing this, Ben sighed and brought your fingers to his lips.

His warm breath spreading over your skin and his big, brown eyes peering up at you softened your resolve, leaving you no choice but to agree. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”

“I think you’ll find that I can be quite persuasive,” he said as he kissed the tender pads of your fingers, slowly working his way from pinky to thumb. He lingered on the last digit, dragging it over his plush lips. “Want me to show you?”

You nodded, mind turning hazy as you watched his lips, keenly aware of his other hand creeping under your tunic.

“Ben, we really shouldn’t,” you said halfheartedly, trying and failing to pull your hands free.

“Why not?”

“Because…” You drew the word out, motioning with your eyes to the empty hull of the ship. “This ship isn’t exactly private.”

He followed your gaze. “I see. Here, allow me to fix that.”

Without taking his attention off you, Ben flicked a switch on the control panel, causing the sliding door of the cockpit to close, hissing as it sealed you in.

“Better?” he asked, slipping his other hand under your robes, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind as he inched towards your bra.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you rolled your hips forward, pressing down on his growing desire. “Much.”

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Now, we need to address a different issue. You’re wearing too many clothes.” His wandering hands stopped at the clasp of your bra, undoing it in one swift motion. “Let’s fix that.”

Raising your arms over your head, you let him peel away the heavy cloth, kicking off your boots as he did the same with his robes. Arousal burned through you as you undressed in the small space, cursing the confines of the cockpit. Still in his uniform pants, Ben pulled you onto his lap again, eyes raking over your newly exposed skin like it was the first time he’d seen it.

All that remained now was your underwear, the only barrier between you and the rough cloth of his pants as you straddled his hips. “Why do I always end up more naked than you?”

“Shh…” A smirk ghosted his lips as strong hands moved to grab fistfuls of your ass, squeezing with a bruising force. “We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing us, would we?”

The heat simmering low in your belly quickly transformed into a wild flame, demanding attention. Lacing your fingers through his hair, you kissed down the curve of his neck, running along the taut muscles until you reached his collarbone.

“I can’t make any promises,” you said, teeth grazing his skin.

A low moan rumbled in his chest, vibrating on your lips. “Fuck,” he said under his breath, snaking a hand up your spine and doing the same to your hair. Tugging your head back, he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “Then I’ll have to find another way to keep you quiet.”

With that, his grip loosened, fingers moving to trace over your jaw until his thumb slid over your bottom lip. “Open,” he ordered, trailing kisses down your chest, coming dangerously close to your breasts.

You obeyed, squirming in his lap from the anticipation, seeking any relief for the ache growing between your legs. As you parted your lips, he pushed his thumb into your mouth.

“Good. Now, suck.”

Head spinning with arousal, you swirled your tongue over his digit, earning a groan of approval from him. You stifled a gasp as he took a nipple into his mouth, alternating between sucking and rolling his tongue over it. Beneath you, you could feel his cock stiffening, causing your arousal to burn hotter.

Wanting to encourage this, you sucked harder, allowing your moans to rumble around his thumb. When his cock twitched against you, you beamed with pride.

A moment later, he released your nipple with a pop, free hand fumbling with the waistband of his pants. “I need to fuck you,” he said, practically begging as he worked his pants down.

Every nerve in your body was alight, needy for attention. He pulled his thumb away, watching in awe as a string of saliva fell from your lips before running it over the head of his cock. Pupils blown with lust, he wasted no time, dragging your underwear to the side and spreading your desire around your entrance.

With a grunt, he paused, searching your eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, aligning yourself with him. “Please.”

You both let out a sigh as he pushed into you, lips clashing together. Before long, you relaxed around him, sinking your hips lower, relishing how he stretched you. He moved slowly at first, giving you control as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the headrest. Dark locks of hair fanned over his face, clinging to the beads of sweat forming on his skin.

True to his word, he kept quiet, concealing his groans of pleasure as heavy breaths. The same couldn’t be said for you, who was letting out wanton moans with every thrust. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, though. The desire coursing through you had addled your mind, leaving you unable to control yourself.

A particularly loud gasp caught Ben’s attention, causing him to slow his movements. “Careful, princess.”

Nails digging into the armrests, you held back another moan. “Sorry—I just can’t—help it.”

“I know you can’t.” The corners of his lips twitched and before you knew it, his thumb was seeking entrance to your mouth again. “Now, be a good girl for me and stay quiet.”

Running your tongue over his thumb, you welcomed him in again, heat rushing to your core as you sucked. Ben’s breaths grew erratic as he continued to fuck into you, eyes trained on your lips. He effectively silenced you, but the few moans that managed to escape were now muffled by his thumb instead.

“That’s my girl,” he said, sliding his finger free and dropping it to your aching clit. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“Don’t tease, Ben,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly applied pressure.

“Didn’t plan on it,” he said, drawing tight circles around your bud. 

The sensation was enough to drive you insane, hips rolling involuntarily against his hand, demanding more. Insatiable as ever, you pleaded for him to go faster, earning his cooperation.

“Fuck—baby—you look so good riding me.” His words were broken by quick breaths, evidence of his mounting pleasure. Your thighs burned from straddling his, trembling as your own pleasure threatened to wash over you. Every second you spent teetering on the edge felt torturous, stretching for eternity.

Desperate for release, you rolled your hips harder, forcing more pressure from Ben’s hand. A string of expletives fell from your lips as your resolve shattered, allowing the ecstasy bubbling beneath the surface to flood in. You bit down on the back of your hand, lost in the waves of euphoria that rippled through your body, your cunt pulsing around his cock.

With one last thrust, Ben gripped you tight, pulling you against his chest and burying his face into your neck. He littered your skin with sloppy kisses as he regained his composure, slowly leaning back into the seat.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his as your fingers traced over his rattling chest.

He let out a long sigh through his nose before agreeing. “Me too.”

Time passed like the stars swirling around you, and before long, the Grimtaash snapped out of hyperspace, revealing the ice planet of Ilum before you.

With a striking, silvery atmosphere, and patches of white storms riddling its surface, Ilum was truly a sight to behold. Unlike Dantooine and Ossus, there was no distinction between the terrains, only a vast, pale landscape.

“You weren’t lying about the snow,” you said, standing from your seat to get a better look.

“That’s what the coats are for,” Ben replied with a wink before calling back to the hull of the ship. “Geegee, prepare the landing sequence.”

The two of you had traded your robes for thermals and jackets in anticipation of landing, but despite the layers, a chill traveled down your spine. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought it was from the planet’s atmosphere radiating through the ship, but you knew what caused it. The prospect of adventure, traversing the unknown with the person you love by your side.

The realization felt like a blow to your chest, upsetting your balance as you reclaimed your seat. A string of beeps behind you pulled you from your thoughts. Master Skywalker’s astromech had come out of rest mode, now serving as a well-timed distraction.

Ben laughed under his breath. “No, Artoo. Your wheels will freeze to the ground if you go with us.”

The droid fired back, warbling as he rocked side to side on his wheels in defiance.

“You know I’m right! We can’t just sit around all day waiting for you to defrost.”

Another rebuttal from the droid, one that made Ben’s mouth fall open. “Just… stay on the ship, okay?”

R2-D2 concluded his argument with another string of beeps before spinning his head and body around and leaving the cockpit.

The low hum of machinery permeated the silence as you sat back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. You would’ve given anything to know what R2-D2 had said to get under Ben’s skin the way he did.

Ahead, the Grimtaash entered the planet’s atmosphere, causing the ship to lurch as it sliced through the storm clouds. The floor beneath you no longer felt solid as the turbulence rattled the ship like a leaf in the wind, dread stirring in your stomach.

“Hold on tight—it’s going to be a rough landing,” Ben said, hunched over the control panel as he completed the landing sequence.

“Yeah, I gathered that!”

With knuckles blanched around the armrests, you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the chaos to settle. When the ship finally touched the ground, you relaxed, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Running a hand through his glossy black hair, Ben smiled at you. “Welcome to Ilum.”

All the furs and thermals in the galaxy couldn’t have prepared you for the cold of Ilum. It was visceral, threatening to turn every drop of blood in your body into crimson ice. White flurries engulfed you, blinding you to your surroundings. If it weren’t for his hand clutching yours, you’d hardly be able to make out where Ben stood.

“Lovely weather this time of year, isn’t it?” he joked, voice raised over the howling wind.

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped when the chill spread through your teeth, prompting you to pull one of your many layers over your nose for coverage. “I didn’t think it was possible to be this cold.”

Shielding the snow from his eyes, he leaned in closer. “Once we get inside the caves, it won’t be so bad.”

From the depths of his coat pockets, he retrieved a small cylindrical device, struggling to activate it from the confines of his leather gloves. Finally, a blue digital map appeared in the center, displaying a system of caves and tunnels northeast of where you’d landed.

“There,” he said, his breaths strained from the weather. “The closest entrance is less than a kilometer away. Follow me.”

Wordlessly, you did as you were told, careful to step in Ben’s footprints to avoid sinking through the snow. The two of you were uncharacteristically quiet as you trekked through the tundra. You daydreamed about beams of sunlight, steaming cups of caf, and hot showers—just to name a few. More than just a coping mechanism for the intense cold, it also served as a distraction from the task awaiting you.

A natural opening in the crag served as your respite from the elements, inviting you to explore the labyrinth within. Despite being encased in frost and ice, the alcove felt warm, if only from the vapor of your breaths.

“So, where do we go from here?” you asked, voice hoarse from the wind.

“That’s kind of the problem,” Ben said, peeling off his wind-beaten jacket. “The Empire gutted this place, making it unstable in some areas. For now, we’ll follow the charted tunnels.”

“Why am I not surprised to hear that?” you grumbled, doing the same with your coat. It came as no surprise to learn that the Empire plundered the Jedi’s sacred planet, destroying the ancient temple housed in its caves as they did. Twisting the knife in the Jedi Order’s back.

“It’s what they did best. But that’s why we’re here,” he said, a smile tugging at his rosy lips. “To rebuild.”

To defend, you thought. Your heart sank at the idea of your efforts being in vain. What good would a fledgling Jedi Order be against a rising empire? If the old Order crumbled at the height of its power, Master Skywalker’s Order didn’t stand a chance.

You cleared your throat, pushing your thoughts aside and refocusing on the task at hand. “Right. Well, then. Where should we start?” you asked, glancing at the glowing holomap in his palm.

“That’s not my decision to make.” His eyes twinkled from the blue light of the map as he placed it in your hand.

As much as you wanted to reject it, you didn’t. He was right, after all. This was your journey; he was just here as support.

“Fine,” you said with a sigh. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints if we get lost.”

He smiled down at you. “Sure thing, princess.”

You nodded, holding his gaze for a moment longer. It was impossible to ignore his frostbitten beauty. Tendrils of hair clung to his forehead, the result of melted frost and sweat. The cold highlighted his sharp features more than ever, coloring his cheeks and nose in a peachy hue. Under different circumstances, you’d be happy to help him warm up.

Heat rushed to your face as you refocused on the holomap. Now was not the time—and most certainly not the place.

You examined the details of the holomap, trying to make sense of the labyrinth of grainy blue pathways. The crack you’d slipped through was just one of many that led to the caverns within, like veins tracing back to a heart. From what you could tell, the path you were on eventually let out into a central chamber, which then branched out into a handful of different tunnels. It was as good a starting point as any, and with a deep breath, you set out.

Ben followed behind you as you navigated the tunnel, with only the occasional drop of water breaking the comfortable silence. Stalactites adorned the ceiling, each bearing a unique state of damage. Every inch of the slate walls shimmered with ice crystals, reflecting in all directions as the blue glow of the holomap passed by. Slivers of clouded sunlight squeezed through cracks in the cavern’s walls, illuminating your footpath.

“What was your first time here like?” you asked over your shoulder, studying the mining scars etched into the walls for any sign of kyber.

“Loud,” he said, sighing. “I mean, just imagine a dozen teenagers running around a place like this. It’s a miracle we didn’t drive Master Skywalker insane.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the image he painted. He, Tai, Hennix, and to your surprise, Voe came to mind, a decade younger than they were now, squealing as their feet slid across the patches of ice. And Master Skywalker, futilely trying to reign them in.

“Maybe that’s why he wasn’t keen on coming back,” you said with a scoff.

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

A beat passed before you asked, “How long did it take you to find your crystal?”

Another sigh. “I’ll tell you once you find yours.”

Where you had hoped his answer would provide you with some comfort, you were only left with doubt. What if you couldn’t find one today? Or tomorrow? Or at all?

“Of course you will,” you muttered, watching your position on the holomap as it gently pulsed, showing that you were approaching the end of the tunnel.

The cave ahead was larger than you’d expected. With a ceiling that blended with the hanging darkness, you would’ve thought you’d stumbled upon a rune crafted by ancient men. But the crags and formations embedded in the walls proved otherwise. Water trickled freely down the jagged mineral, echoing throughout the room and filling the space with a fresh fragrance—rather than that of stale air.

Veins of opaque, white crystal ran through the stone walls, and for a moment, you wondered if this was it. There was only one way to find out.

Carefully, you approached a thread, setting the holomap down on a patch of ice. With trembling hands, you peeled a glove off and brushed the surface. The cavern immediately siphoned the warmth from your fingers, turning them numb before you could determine if the ore was made of kyber.

Finally, you conceded. “I don’t feel anything,” you grumbled, working your hand back into the glove.

Ben came to stand behind you, chest pressed flush against your back as his hands slid down your hips. “That’s okay. It’s just quartzite ore.” His breath fanned over your ear. “You’re not the first person to mistake it for kyber, and you won’t be the last, either.”

You spun around, still locked in his embrace. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

He smiled. “We’ve been looking for all of twenty minutes. Don’t give up yet, princess.”

Despite everything—the weight of the unknown, the frost forming within your lungs, the lingering doubts you held about leaving the protection of the Academy—you found yourself savoring this moment. Deep in the heart of Ilum’s caves, wrapped in Ben Solo’s arms, you were content.

The vision of Coruscant appeared in your mind. Of you and him on the balcony overlooking the crowded hyperlanes of the planet home to so much life that it had become life itself. A place where anyone could blend in. Or disappear.

You blinked, wiping away the dream. “What if I never find one?”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “I’d say that’s pretty unlikely. The Empire took what they could, but that doesn’t mean that they were thorough.”

“No. I mean…” You dropped your gaze, holding his hands on your waist. “What if we left now? Before I find a crystal, and before you undergo the Jedi Trials.”

At that, his face fell. “This is your fear talking. You’re not thinking rationally.”

“No, just… listen to me.” You guided yours and his hands over your heart, acutely aware of its relentless pace. “Is this our destiny? To steal moments under the cover of darkness? Away from the eyes of the galaxy?”

Ben was silent for a long moment, his honey eyes searching yours, full of conflict. “What if it is?”

Your breaths mingled, dancing to the tune of your heartbeats. His words told a different story than his heart—the heart you shared.

“I know you don’t believe that,” you said, running a thumb over his rosy cheeks. “So, what’s stopping you?”

He untangled himself from your grasp, raking his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. “I can’t just leave. The galaxy is on the brink of another war—the same war my family dedicated their lives to ending. I’ve spent the last thirteen years working to become a Jedi Knight, to protect the people of the galaxy from conflicts like this.” He pinched the bridge of his aquiline nose, shaking his head lightly. “I’ve come too close to throw it all away now.”

He was right. The galaxy was in jeopardy, its future dependent on the New Republic’s ability to snuff out a fire before it became an inferno. War was likely, and when it came, you both needed to be there to serve the light. To serve justice.

You realized then just how polarized the two of you were. Ben, the son of a Skywalker, burdened with the weight of a legacy imposed upon him from birth. Hailing from a family that ensured he would follow the Jedi path, just as his uncle and grandfather had.

And you, the daughter of a traitor. With no one left to turn to. Whose family legacy was that of deceit and treason.

It was unfair to ask this of him; you knew that. But in the same breath, you couldn’t imagine continuing to live like this.

Before you could apologize, Ben’s hands seized your face, his lips crashing against yours. His kiss felt like a flame breathing oxygen, burning hot and powerful, rendering you senseless.

“But I can’t lose you, either,” he said, resting his forehead on yours. “You are the stars in my sky. Without you, I’d be lost in the dark.”

Your heart skipped at his confession, and yet, words eluded you. The three you’d long wanted to give voice to felt too constrictive. What you shared with him went beyond anything under the definition of love alone. It was so much more than that—a connection that tied you to one another. The Force itself granted you this insight when it bridged your minds, creating the bond you shared. To call it love would be a disservice.

“Then come with me,” you whispered, pulling away to look at him. “It doesn’t have to be today. Just someday. Tomorrow holds endless possibilities for us.”

He pursed his lips as he let out a long breath, leaving you in agonizing suspense as he prepared his answer. “Okay.”

Elated, you reached to cup his face, eager to return the kiss he’d given you moments ago. Except his hands stopped you before you could.

“But only after you’ve finished your training,” he added, hands gliding down your arms. “And when the galaxy doesn’t need our help.”

It was a fair compromise to make—no different from you asking him to leave his life behind. Most of all, it was a compromise you could live with. 

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I promise.” He breathed the words rather than whispered them, stoking the fire in your chest. Before you could, he closed the distance and kissed you again, more gently this time—perhaps than ever before. It was the manifestation of his word, and yours in return.

When he eventually pulled away, the ghost of his touch lingered, burning through your very soul. A vortex threatened to consume you, chipping away at your rationality, seeking to swallow you whole. But now was not the time. In this moment, you knew what you needed to do, and even if it required the strength of all the stars in the galaxy, you would do it.

You cleared your throat as you reached for the holomap, forcing yourself to be interested in anything other than tearing Ben’s clothes off. “It looks like this path here branches out into three smaller ones.” Using the dial on the base of the map, you magnified the projected image, looking to Ben for reassurance. “We’ll follow it through.”

He nodded. “Lead the way, captain.”

The two of you continued down the cavern’s narrow and winding passages for hours, only stopping when an unexpected gleam of light caught your eye. Out of the twelve times you’d hoped to find kyber, eight were quartzite, with the other four being shards of scrap metal left behind from the Empire’s demolitions. Each disappointment chipped away at your morale, feeding into your belief that you were unworthy of being a Jedi.

Ben must have recognized this as he suggested stopping for a break, digging through his pack for an energy ration. You came to stand beside him, dragging your feet across the ground as if they had turned into blocks of ice.

“Here,” he said, offering you the ration he’d fished out. “You need to eat. This will tie you over until we can get back to the ship.”

“At this rate, that could be days from now.” Your fingers had lost all dexterity as you tried to unwrap the ration, mouth beginning to water at the thought of food. “I just want to go home.”

As you took the first bite, your vision turned white, but only for a fraction of a second. It startled you, causing you to drop the chocolate-coated ration onto the icy floor.

“Hey! Careful with the Endorian cocoa. That stuff’s hard to come by nowadays,” Ben said as a deafening shriek pierced the silence of the caverns. 

You twisted your neck, trying to identify where it originated, heart hammering against your ribs as you lifted a trembling finger to your lips.

Ben grabbed the crook of your arm, turning you to face him. “What are you doing?” His tone was stern, seemingly unfazed by the cry that still echoed through the caves.

You wrested your arm free, lowering your voice to below than a whisper. “Are you deaf? That noise—the scream. We’re not alone.”

“I didn’t hear anything.” His dark eyes were wide, suspicious. “And we are alone. If we weren’t, the holomap would pick up their heat signatures, too.”

You lowered your eyes to the map, finding only yours and Ben’s forms in shades of red and yellow. But before you could consider any logical explanations for the sound, another cry rang through the tunnel, this time coming from the unexplored end of the path. Shrouded in darkness, the path beckoned you, drawing you closer like a magnet. The voice was deep and distorted, yet familiar. You closed off your other senses, focusing only on the voice as it came to clarity. Someone—or something—was calling for you.

“Come to me…” it said, nearly clear enough to be mistaken for another person in the room. “My love.”

Your breath hitched and tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cold cheeks and onto the exposed fur of your jacket. It was a voice you wouldn’t soon forget.

“M-mom?” you asked, like a child searching for comfort in the night.

Ben stiffened at the word. “Princess, there’s no one else here.” From the volume of his voice, you could tell he was wary. He must have thought you were in a hallucinatory state, and truthfully, you couldn’t blame him.

“I know, but I can hear her calling for me,” you said, voice cracking as you stepped towards her voice. “I have to follow it.”

“No, you don’t.” He reached for you again, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe you caught something in the infirmary or–”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, pulling away. “I just… feel like this is something I need to do.”

“Well, you’re not going alone,” Ben insisted, trailing behind you. “I promised Master Skywalker that I would keep you safe, and I can’t do that if we’re separated.”

You ignored him, turning on your heels and reaching into the Force to guide you in the right direction.

Beyond the shadows was another frost-lined chamber, and as you entered, the world around you fell silent. No voices, no footsteps, no ambient drops of water. Only the sound of your breath.

Your boots squeaked on the icy ground as you shifted your weight, glancing back to find Ben. To your surprise—and horror—you found yourself entirely alone. Not only that, but the chamber itself had become something unrecognizable, with no exits and cramped walls.

Panic swelled in your chest and as it did, the ice beneath you gave way, plunging you into dark, freezing water.

You were numb in an instant. Struggling against the weight of your clothes and the fear consuming you, you tried to swim, limbs heavy as bricks as you willed them to move. Unable to process what had happened, your thoughts were overtaken by instinct.

Slowly, you pushed forward, following the only source of light spilling through the black water. With no end in sight, you wondered if you would even make it, lungs growing tight, burning more with each passing second.

The light was pure, preternaturally so, blinding you as you swam into its glow. You resisted the urge to draw a breath, knowing that doing so would only seal your fate. You couldn’t die like this, not now. Not after the promises you’d made in these caves.

As the light engulfed you, you thought of Ben. Where was he? Could he sense that you were on the verge of sinking into oblivion? Would he mourn you when he realized?

With that last question, you used what was left of your energy to call to the Force, pleading for its aid. It wasn’t long before its familiar warmth came to you, an invisible hand grabbing yours and guiding you to the surface. 

As you approached the rippling plane of water, you could hear your name being called, dampened by the roar of blood rushing in your ears. It came again, louder this time, synchronous with your hand breaking through the water.

Cool air kissed your skin, welcoming you back to life. You thrashed at the surface, coughing up the water you’d taken in when you fell, nearly heaving from the force of it. As you opened your burning eyes, you found that the hand holding yours wasn’t invisible at all, but tangible, as real as your own.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” your mother said, lips unmoving as her words permeated the air. “You’re safe now.”

She looked ethereal, a backdrop of white light painting her like a vision of an angel. For a moment, you were sure that you’d arrived in the afterlife, reunited with your mother at long last. It wasn’t until her hand slipped away and yours hit the hard stone floor you realized you weren’t.

The brilliant light vanished along with her presence, leaving you blanketed in darkness. Desperate to escape the freezing water, you clawed at the jagged stone of the opening, mustering the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows. Your nails dug into your palms as you pushed yourself out of the water, crawling only a few inches before falling onto your back, muscles screaming. The layers of wet clothing clung to your skin, sending a violent chill through your bones, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was your breathing, the sweet sting of air filling your lungs.

The Force lingered around you as you lay there, fists slowly unfurling as the adrenaline waned. As your fingers relaxed, something rolled out of your palm, hitting the wet stone with a soft clink.

Your eyes shot open at the sound. Scrambling to sit up, you searched for the object in the dim light, but it didn’t take you long.

Beside you was a glowing crystal, pulsing with a heartbeat of its own and humming a soft melody attuned to your ears. You blinked in disbelief as you reached for it, tears blurring your vision.

A blue heart of kyber, calling to you.

[cowboygenesis]

2: the roommate | kylo ren x reader

part 2 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist.

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language. word count: 2.5k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: here he comes... my boy. i have another chapter to post (from the pile), then we're back to live writing. i don't have much else to say here! enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

A symphony of dog barks and passing cars carry in the wind as you rummage your purse for keys. ‘10:34, Wednesday’ reads on your phone, urging a tired exhale from your parched throat.

‘Poor Rey,’ you think, inputting the 4-digit code to your apartment building. You never envied her bartending job, besides the generous tips she’d often bring home to place in your shared piggy bank. On the other hand, her absence into the late night meant a moment of peaceful solitude for you.

The door swings open with a beep, and you flick the light on before lazily ascending the staircase. While the complex has an available lift, you had made it a habit of taking the stairs, even after long shifts.

The plastic bag in your hand weighs down on your fingers, forming red creases you’d later rub away. Waitering at a nice restaurant meant taking home a good amount of leftovers and sharing them with your roommate— this time, you’d have to commit the act alone, but you think you deserve it. It’s been a long day of scribbling orders and carrying trays of cocktails, and now, you’re ready to sink your sorrows into a hot shower and an episode of your favorite show. Your lips curl into a tired smile at the thought of that new face mask you had bought the previous week— you think it’d do nicely with how dry your skin has been feeling this past winter.

The sight of the wooden entrance at the end of the hallway makes you sigh with relief. As you approach, the silver steel of a small number ‘9’ greets your sore body. With the keys ready, you quickly slide them into the lock and open the door. It clicks softly, and you push it open with your elbow.

Inside, the vague figure of black furniture outlines a soft, trickling light from the kitchen window. As you kick your shoes off, you can’t help but exhale loudly as the door behind you shuts. The apartment is pleasantly warm and still smelling of whatever lunch Rey had cooked while you were away— a symphony of rosemary and a flavorful broth hovers in the air, making you salivate.

You drop your bags to the floor by the wall and carefully tread toward the kitchen, hands extended to navigate your way in the dark. Once you reach the kitchen table, you shrug your coat off. With nobody around to watch your developing pigsty, you flick it toward the approximate location of your couch.

“Ow!” you hear an unfamiliar baritone gravel, making your heart drop to your nauseated stomach. You walk backward, back colliding with the countertop and bruising your spine as your jittering hands search for a potential weapon to defend yourself from the intruder.

“Who— who’s there?!” you confront with a strained lilt, feeling your face tingle as it drains of color. Finally, your fingers squeeze around a metal handle, and you hurriedly extend the tool, cutting through darkness. “Get the fuck out if you know what’s good for you!”

A shadow shifts near the couch, morphing to its full, imposing height. You tighten your grip on the weapon, blood roaring in your ears.

“I have a knife!” you shout, though the slight waver in your voice undercuts the threat significantly. God, was this it?

The shadow steps closer. Despite your better judgment, your eyes shut tight in preparation for what’s to come. “I warned you!”

Then, with a sharp click, the room floods with light.

Quickly blinking the glare away, you first spot the salad spoon lodged between your fingers, fluttering in the air from your tremor. Your gaze snaps up.

Beyond the spoon stands a man around your age. His dark, piercing eyes bore into your form with dimmed amusement, his lips— plush, pink, and curled into an imperceptible smirk. His hand moves off the light switch and he stuffs a thumb into his pant pocket.

“Hello to you, too,” he hums smoothly, tilting his head. His dark locks shift as he surveys you head to toe, before ultimately focusing on your feeble weapon. “One way to greet a guest.”

Guest?

You carefully lower the spoon, the fear in your blood shifting into simmering anger. Everything clicks in mere seconds, your voice becoming tight when you utter. “Kylo?”

You watch his jaw clench for a moment before he nods. His smirk drops, but the mocking mirth within his pupils stays evident. He glimpses at your white knuckles, and the sight makes him exhale sharply, like a non-commital laugh at your peril. “Did I scare you?”

“…What?” you utter, incredulous at his reaction to your fear. Your hand lowers, returning the spoon to the counter. Your fists clench around nothing when you bunch them at your sides, glaring up at the perpetrator. “Are you serious? Where’s Rey?”

“She’s not home,” he shrugs, giving you another once over like he expected you to know already. “You’re the roommate?”

“How did you get in?” you continue, ignoring his (frankly rude) question.

Kylo exhales slowly before reaching for one of the cabinets. He withdraws a tall glass and approaches the sink to fill it with water. When he answers, he doesn’t grace you with eye contact. “I stopped by her bar and borrowed the keys.”

You can’t help but stare at him, awestruck. The bright kitchen light reflects on his pale skin, casting soft shadows across his face. You’re immediately caught by his side profile— a strong nose and long, dark eyelashes grazing his mole-speckled cheeks. There’s no emotion evident there, aside from a sick sort of merriment.

“I…” you croak out, not knowing where to begin. He stands straight again, looking you over the rim of his glass as if you were taking too long to reply— this gaze alone is enough to send your chest reeling with frustration. “Why were you sitting in the dark?”

You watch him think for a beat, casting an unreadable glance your way.

“No reason,” he utters flatly between sips, his shoulders lax and a stark contrast to your own tensed-up figure. “Just waiting.”

Your breath is still uneven, adrenaline prickling your limbs. His unbothered tone only aggravates the tense knot tightening in your chest. You knew you wouldn’t like the guy, and now you had to be civil. You guess you can argue his case to an extent, perhaps he was merely resting and didn’t notice you come in initially— or, more viscerally, he stayed quiet to freak you out. Deliberately.

“For what? To scare the shit out of me?” You cross your arms, forcing yourself to stand your ground despite the way he looms, broad-shouldered and completely at ease in your kitchen. “You must have heard me coming in. You could’ve made yourself known, at least.”

Kylo leans his hip against the counter, setting his glass down with a dull thud. “Could’ve.”

That’s it. No apology, no further explanation. Just that infuriating, self-assured gaze like he’s barely tolerating the conversation that he started with you.

You huff, running a hand down your face. “Okay… okay, from the top. You got Rey’s keys, made yourself at home, and thought it’d be a good idea to sit there in silence like a complete psycho.”

He exhales through his nose, almost amused, and finally—finally—offers something real. “Yeah, when you put it like that…”

“Cool. How old are you again?” you chuckle sardonically, feeling the threads of your sanity fraying.

“Thir—”

“Okay. Okay, don’t finish that,” you huff, promptly cutting him off with the rise of your hand. He stops, thankfully, just for a self-satisfied grin to crawl onto his lips. Your stomach lunges up to your throat for reasons unknown.

“Anyway,” You take a slow breath, rolling your lips together as you try to gather the last remnants of your well-being. “Next time, I hope I’ll get a heads-up before a break-in.”

Kylo raises a dark brow, eyes flicking over your face. His smirk doesn’t falter much. “I used a key.”

You glare. “It’s not yours.”

“I was invited.”

“Yeah—” You gesture sharply toward the door, your hand slicing through the air. “I know, I got the memo.”

He tilts his head at you, brow quirked and lips pursed as if he was trying to hit you with a ‘what’s the problem, then?’

“What I don’t know,” you trail, pointing a near-accusatory finger his way, “is why you decided to show up tonight.”

A few days after settling the living arrangements with Rey, she mentioned that Kylo would be driving in from out of town in precisely one month. You thought that’d be plenty of time to prepare (mentally and physically), but alas, life was full of unpleasant surprises. Kylo, in general, was one of them.

He tilts his head, watching you with something illegible in his eyes. His stare is steady and assessing like he’s trying to figure out some hidden truth about you— and it partially works. You suddenly feel too warm, still thrumming from the adrenaline crash and shrinking under his gaze. It’s hard not to, the dude is huge.

“I drove in earlier,” he replies flatly, his bicep flexing slightly. You swallow thickly.

“And Rey knew?”

He stills for a second, mulling over your words. “Sure.” — she fucking didn’t.

“You’re kidding,” you sigh, rubbing your face before leaning against the windowsill. The marble below your palms does well in cooling your fervor, so you rap your knuckles around the edge.

“I was under the impression I didn’t need to make an appointment,” Kylo muses dryly, carefully surveying your movements.

“You don’t,” you utter, trying hard to maintain unbothered, but the truth threatens to seep out the cracks in your mein. It would be nice if he made an appointment, if only to allow you some time to prepare. Not like it matters, but your makeup is probably cakey after hours of running around and you don’t exactly smell like roses. Yeah. It definitely didn’t matter— as long as he didn’t get to close. “I told you, a notice would’ve been nice.”

“Something you should bring up with your roommate, then,” He replies. For a second, the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s fighting off a smirk. “But duly noted.”

“May I just remind you that you’re my roommate too, starting today?” you correct flatly, giving him a glare. He returns it, but it’s half-assed and lopsided— like everything he does, you think.

He snorts lightly, shrugging his broad shoulders. Somehow, he manages to make juvenile expressions look diplomatic and serious. “Fair enough.”

You exhale sharply through your nose, willing yourself to move past the snarkiness and make some small talk. You want to give him the benefit of the doubt— perhaps he’s tired after travelling or you’ve made a bad first impression. Whatever it is, you seriously doubt Rey’s family could be anything but sweet and caring, like she is.

“You’re Rey’s brother, right?” you quip. You don’t need to ask, you remember the info clear as day. Still, it’s the best you can do in terms of being inoffensive while still veering away from the banter you had so unfortunately started with.

“Uh-huh,” he nods, sparing you no theatrics or explanations.

Maybe the benefit of the doubt thing wouldn’t work here, after all. His arrogance, indifference, and general attitude of ‘I take up all the space in a room and don’t care if you notice’ already put you at your wits end. If this was just the beginning, you struggled to visualize a world where you wouldn’t jump at each other’s throats sharing a space.

Kylo watches you, head tilting ever so slightly. He looks comfortable, even joyful to some strange extent as he crosses his arms. For a beat, you feel like he’s waiting for something specific to happen.

“So,” you say, forcing some level of composure back into your voice, “how long are you staying?”

Kylo places his now-empty glass in the sink with a soft clink before turning back to you. “Not sure yet.”

Oh, cool. Could exhaustion make someone completely insufferable?

Your fingers tighten around your biceps where they’re crossed, knuckles pressing into your skin. “You don’t have a plan?”

He smirks at you. Smirks. “Not one I feel like sharing.”

You stare at him. Openly. Blankly— like you can’t quite believe this is your life right now, because you cannot. He’s deciding to treat you like a pest rather than part of his literal saving grace, and for what?

“You gotta be fucking with me right now,” you utter, your eyes squinting like he’s some fucked up mirage.

“Would you like me to?” he answers over the rim of his glass, eyebrows high on his forehead. The glint in his dark eyes is enough to make your patience snap.

“Alright,” you breathe, pushing off the windowsill and making a beeline for your bags. You no longer have the energy to be polite, or hospitable, or even remotely pleasant. If this man wants to lurk in the dark and ignore your attempts at peace, fine. Let him. You are going to eat your takeout and pretend he doesn’t exist, at least until Rey comes home and inevitably forces you two to spend time together.

Except now, you feel like the banter has soured your appetite.

Kylo doesn’t move as you pass him. You feel his gaze on your back when you place the bags on the counter and pull open the fridge, stuffing two takeout containers inside with much more force than necessary. In the back, you spot a covered pot with what you assume to be Rey’s leftovers from lunch. It’d be polite to offer to reheat something for him.

“Help yourself to whatever’s in here,” you mutter, lazily nodding toward the fridge before shutting it. “Or don’t. It’s your business.”

You don’t wait for a response. Instead, you stuff the plastic bag into the trash, grab your tote off the counter and storm down the hall, toward your bedroom.

Kylo’s voice follows you just as your fingers curl around the doorknob. There’s a thread of amusement in his tone, like he’s getting off riling you up. “I knew I’d like you.”

Your jaw clenches so hard it aches. You slam the door behind you, muffling whatever else he might have said, and press your forehead against the wood.

“Entitled asshole,” you mutter under your breath before moving to unpack your bags. You place flick on an ambient light before searching your pant pocket for a lighter. You use that to light a candle, and as the sweet, warm aroma fills your nose, you start feeling a little better.

For a moment, you hear the muffled sound of the fridge opening and a brief tapping of a glass against the counter. Your nose scrunches in annoyance, but soon enough you’re powering on your PC and getting comfy in your chair. Fuck him— fuck him so hard. You wouldn’t let these few weeks get the best of you.

You wouldn’t let Kylo Ren win.