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.⋆｡His First Hit｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

His Choice Masterlist

The time has come for him to collect his prize, beginning a dangerous habit

Chapter Warnings: dubcon, smut, size kink, virgin!reader, sort of implied virgin Kylo, unprotected sex, fingering, d/s dynamics, no aftercare, slight innocence kink

WC: 2.1k

Minors DNI

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Kylo Ren’s chambers were haunting. There was no soul in them, they were merely a collection of dark rooms that seemingly served no other purpose than to be her prison. The only sounds she could discern were the low hum of the massive star cruiser and the frantic beating of her heart in her ears.  

The cold floor bit into her bare feet as Y/N stood in the centre of the room, her hands folded before her, her head lowered, just as she had been instructed to do. She shuffled her feet, hissing as the pain of the chill began to work its way up to her ankles. There was a pain in her left inner arm from where the ship’s medic droid had placed an implant, she fought the urge to scratch at the small bump in her bicep, not wishing to displease her new master should he enter as she broke formation.

Just as her will was about to break, the huge blast doors opened and she snapped to attention. Her back going ramrod straight as the sith stepped into the room. He was somehow even larger under the dim lights of his chambers than he was under the three suns of your previous home. His black cloak swept the floor behind him as he entered without an acknowledgement to the woman before him.

Y/N flinched as the door slammed shut, her intertwined fingers tightening around each other. He remained silent as he stood by the simple desk in the corner of the room. There was a whoosh of fabric and from the corner of her eye, Y/N watched as he took his famed cloak off and draped it over the reflective surface, leaving him only in a black tunic and trousers.

His knotted muscles were exposed to her first as he shed the dark fabric from his shoulders. Y/N trembled in fear with each new inch of skin revealed, positively shaking when the Sith finally pulled his helmet off. Long black hair tumbled over his pale face, obscuring his eyes from view. “Have you ever taken a lover before?” His deep voice was strangely melodic, it was measured and calm, like he had been trained to speak that way.

Timidly, she shook her head. “Answer me, girl.” 

“I-I have not been with a-anyone sir.” She stammered, gaze dropping to the ground, immediately catching sight of her own reflection in the almost mirrored floor. Kylo’s yellow eyes glanced at the smaller woman. She had been cleaned, her skin was raw from the vigorous scrubbing she must have received before they left the planet. Two small bandages wrapped around her palms, the ends frayed from her fiddling.

Instead of that hordenous outfit those degenerates had stuffed her in, she was dressed in a floor length white gown with long sleeves. It covered almost all of her body, the hem brushing her toes as she stood before him, making her the picture of innocence, well it would, if the light fabric wasn’t completely sheer. No jewellery or makeup marred her natural beauty. As he stepped closer, he was able to see the slight imperfections in her skin that only added to her looks.

The sith smirked as he watched the darker skin of her nipples pebble under his lustful gaze. “I will be your only then. You will take no other.” Surprisingly warm hands cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she could look upon her new master. Her eyes sparkled with fearful tears. He scoffed with what she supposed was disgust and released her.

“Strip.” He flicked his hand, indicating for her to do so as he sat on the edge of the huge bed in the centre of the room, spreading his legs in a show of power. Y/N nervously gulped, watching the giant of a man make himself comfortable, his naked muscles rippling. Her eyes flicked down his toned stomach to where his black trousers sat dangerously low on his hips, the dark patch of hair at the base of his pelvis barely exposed above the impressive bulge pressing against the fabric.

“Now, girl. I will not tell you again.” He snarled, his patience wearing out quickly. She jumped, a squeak of fear escaping her lips before trembling fingers began to undo the multitude of buttons down her front. She had a feeling he could sense her fear, his almost gruesome smirk growing with each centimetre of her soft flesh revealed.

The left shoulder of the dress slipped down her arm and Kylo’s eyes darkened. The top of the white fabric was now clinging to her heavy breasts, flaring out around her wide hips, allowing him to see her large stomach and thick thighs. “Spread your legs.” He growled, his voice dropping deeper than before. Sucking in a breath, she followed his order, baring her virgin cunt to him. 

She shook with anxiety as her captor remained silent, simply observing her. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his long finger intertwining beneath his slightly downturned nose. “Come.” Her steps were light, barely making any sound as she approached the dark haired man, allowing the dress to fall away from her body and landing in a heap on the floor.

Even while sitting, she barely reached his eye-line. “Hmm.” He hummed, big hands coming to rest upon her naked hips, sending a shockwave through her. The woman hiccuped, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay. Stories of the sith’s rages had been heard all over the galaxy and there was no telling what he would do to her if she refused him.

“You can say no, I will not force you.” Amber eyes burned brightly in the dim light as he drew her closer, their chests now mere inches apart. His change in mood sent her mind into a tailspin. How could he have been so demanding and imposing only a moment before and now seem so nervous and fearful? 

“I am yours.” She murmured, delicately laying her palms on the backs of his hands, guiding them up to her breasts. The others had told her that it would be easier if she gave in, if she told him what he wanted to hear he would grant her some kind of mercy. But Kylo’s scowl deepened at her words, his gaze fixed sternly on her face.

“The truth.” He growled, a firm warning. The air was electric between them, her fear and his rage curling into an explosive mixture that threatened to blow. She couldn’t speak, the lump in her throat preventing the words from escaping her lips as she trembled in his hold. She gasped.

Kylo, moving faster than she could comprehend, stood up, hands falling to her plump thighs. With one swift movement, he lifted her into the air, the tips of his fingers dug into her flesh, fitting perfectly in the little divots of cellulite. He turned and laid her on the sheets gently, allowing her legs to wrap around his thin waist as he planted his large hands beside her head.

The hard planes of his stomach pressed tightly to her, the heat from his body making her shiver. “I do not like liars.” Pressing his nose to her neck, he nuzzled the soft skin, inhaling her scent. “I find them deplorable.” Her eyes fluttered as his lips brushed against her pulse, his hips pressed forward, the bulge of his cock felt even bigger now. 

“So tell. Me. The. Truth.” Moans involuntarily slipped from her throat as he rolled his pelvis down, a warmth so foreign to her built quickly, wetness beginning to slick his trousers. Kylo groaned quietly, his tongue tracing the curve of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, her sweat tinged with a sweet fear. 

Her hands shakily raised up and grazed his back lightly. He rewarded her by gently nibbling on her skin, lightly sucking to leave a dark bruise. She whimpered, fingers digging into the warm muscles of his back. She could feel the way the solid mass shifted underneath her palms, the raised skin of scars and various moles. 

Swallowing her fear and her pride, she spoke. “I want you.” He didn’t respond verbally, only slipping a hand between them to cup her heat. Her body seized at the unfamiliar sensation of one thick finger circling her tight opening, but he continued to collect her slick, teasing the small entrance. 

He was pressed into her soft inner thigh, slowly grinding against her as his cock throbbed within the confines of his pants. He felt her hips relax beneath his own, her thighs loosening their grip, and allowing for his palm to connect with her hooded clit. “Mmm.” Her lips parted, a moan so quiet, the sith barely heard it but it was enough for him. 

The ties on his trousers were quickly loosened and slipped down the curve of his taut ass. He waited until her large body relaxed with the beginnings of pleasure, the walls of her mind beginning to crumble, leaving her vulnerable to him. Taking his cock in hand, he guided himself to her, notching his tip at her entrance. 

The force rippled around them as he finally plunged into her. Her walls stretched and fluttered, struggling to take the heft of his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper. Her back bowed up into his strong chest, a scream caught in her throat. He groaned deep in his chest, letting out a hiccup of his own that was barely audible to her.

“Big.” She desperately clutched at his warm back, her legs falling open to try to accommodate his massive size. Kylo simply grunted in reply, his head falling to her collarbones and sucking on the delicate skin. His black hair fanned out over her shoulders. She could no longer see his face, so she allowed her eyes to drift upwards towards the high ceiling above them which was covered with a huge mirror, letting her see every inch of them both.

He was huge like this, hulking and overwhelming. The girl winced as he finally buried himself entirely within her. Pain bloomed beautifully in her lower stomach, setting her veins alight in a way she had never felt before. But as her lord began to move, a switch flipped off in her head. A numbness consumed her, forcing her body to unwind and accept his powerful drive into her warmth.

She winced with each thrust, her cunt burning with the stretch. She could feel the way his chest rumbled against her own with groans that he struggled to contain, the way his muscles flexed as he rolled his hips up into her own. One of his hands clutched desperately at her waist as he leveraged forwards, hitting a place inside her that she didn’t know existed.

All of her senses returned to her at once, her gasp carried through the room, bouncing off the walls before returning to her. She did not recognise the sound of her own voice. He snarled into her skin as her walls tightened around his thick cock. “Mine.” She could barely hear him over the rush of blood in her ears but as he growled it again, her heart sank. 

Squeezing her eyes shut, she recalled the lessons the other women had given her. With his next thrust, she lifted her hips from the best as best she could, meeting his own hips with a wet slap. Everything paused for a moment, and then his grip tightened on her.

The scream was ripped through her throat before she could stop it as Kylo punched into her cunt, forcing her to take his brutal pace. The bed creaked, creaking a symphony of sounds with his small groans and her barely contained whines. 

It was all too much for her, the pleasure, the pain, the feel of the man above her. She clung to his back, her short nails digging into his warm skin as some kind of anchor while her mind began to go fuzzy. His large nose nudged at her neck and she mewled. 

Her stomach tensed beneath him and she felt his lips quirk briefly before suddenly, everything went blank then stars exploded behind her eyes. Her orgasm slammed into her just as he met his own end. He made no noise as he spilled into her, simply letting out a controlled breath through his nose before he pulled away.

Kylo stood, leaving her shaking and messy upon his sheets as he gazed down at her. He dressed silently but did not yet replace his helmet. “Sleep. Food will be sent later.” 

The blast doors shut behind him as she succumbed to her exhaustion, left alone in her cage.

When Y/N finally awoke, several hours later, she was alone. She was dressed as if the events from that night had never occurred, yet there was one piece of evidence that it had not been a dream- a heavy collar hung around her neck, keeping her chained to the bed.

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𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁   ⚔    toothy grins,  stories around the campfire,  clothes covered in pet hair,  hot temper,  old jeans,  heartbeat in head,  potatoes and steak,  beaded jewellery,  bruises like galaxies,  mementos, backpack stuffed full,  craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips,  air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     homemade bread, white lies, easily excited,  trying on hats,  band geek,  pep talks,  no impulse control,  sunsets,  vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song mash-ups,  pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily,  animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶    ⚔    list of wishes,  biting their tongue,  band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on,  morning sun,  necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan,  messages in bottles,  pleated braids,  speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes,  vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷      ⚔       bird watching, shy kid,  wind chimes, trying to whistle,  summer camp, apple orchards,  lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies,  thrift shopping (for mementos),  saving worms off the sidewalk,  pig latin,  bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair,  naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅      ⚔     goosebumps,  leather jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks,  no sleep, taste of iron,  netflix binges,  never forgets, combat boots,  stories behind scars, table for one,  official soundtracks, sore calves,  trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾    ⚔       always trying to be better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat pants, old photographs,  yoga,  sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist design, a breath of fresh air,  baby animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion,  healthy snacks,  noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁     ⚔      school uniforms, thick jackets,  sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  fighting for friends, sculpture gardens,  cold morning air,  big soul,  likes routine,  secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents ("so i got you this weird bad thing i know you'll love"),  misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅    ⚔      herbal tea,  smell of rain,  blinking away tears,  camping trips, collecting bones,  swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts,  bobby pins,  burnt marshmallows,  too competitive, clotheslines,  messenger bags,  holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸     ⚔      flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos,  lost phone chargers,  adrenaline rush,  picking dirt out from beneath their nails,  social chameleon,  clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes,  claw machines,  sits in chairs wrong,  smudged eyeliner, has to wear sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅      ⚔     infectious laugh,  family trees,  shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings,  clumsy,  believing in destiny,  high expectations,  sleeping in darkness,  collection of nail polish, passionate,  good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses,  not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷   ⚔     piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary,  indecision,  scented candles,  studying alone in a café,  lingering touches,  museum dates,  unanswered questions,  taking on too much responsibility,  collections,  chalk dust,  comfy robes, unnecessary apologies,  coming home after a long day.

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𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

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𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁   ⚔    toothy grins,  stories around the campfire,  clothes covered in pet hair,  hot temper,  old jeans,  heartbeat in head,  potatoes and steak,  beaded jewellery,  bruises like galaxies,  mementos, backpack stuffed full,  craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips,  air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     homemade bread, white lies, easily excited,  trying on hats,  band geek,  pep talks,  no impulse control,  sunsets,  vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song mash-ups,  pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily,  animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶    ⚔    list of wishes,  biting their tongue,  band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on,  morning sun,  necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan,  messages in bottles,  pleated braids,  speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes,  vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷      ⚔       bird watching, shy kid,  wind chimes, trying to whistle,  summer camp, apple orchards,  lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies,  thrift shopping (for mementos),  saving worms off the sidewalk,  pig latin,  bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair,  naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅      ⚔     goosebumps,  leather jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks,  no sleep, taste of iron,  netflix binges,  never forgets, combat boots,  stories behind scars, table for one,  official soundtracks, sore calves,  trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾    ⚔       always trying to be better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat pants, old photographs,  yoga,  sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist design, a breath of fresh air,  baby animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion,  healthy snacks,  noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁     ⚔      school uniforms, thick jackets,  sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  fighting for friends, sculpture gardens,  cold morning air,  big soul,  likes routine,  secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents ,  misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅    ⚔      herbal tea,  smell of rain,  blinking away tears,  camping trips, collecting bones,  swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts,  bobby pins,  burnt marshmallows,  too competitive, clotheslines,  messenger bags,  holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸     ⚔      flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos,  lost phone chargers,  adrenaline rush,  picking dirt out from beneath their nails,  social chameleon,  clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes,  claw machines,  sits in chairs wrong,  smudged eyeliner, has to wear sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅      ⚔     infectious laugh,  family trees,  shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings,  clumsy,  believing in destiny,  high expectations,  sleeping in darkness,  collection of nail polish, passionate,  good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses,  not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷   ⚔     piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary,  indecision,  scented candles,  studying alone in a café,  lingering touches,  museum dates,  unanswered questions,  taking on too much responsibility,  collections,  chalk dust,  comfy robes, unnecessary apologies,  coming home after a long day.

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tagged by: my darling dear K @kylo-wrecked

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𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁 ⚔ toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewellery, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶 ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷 ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping (for mementos), saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅 ⚔ goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾 ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁 ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, fighting for friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents ("so i got you this weird bad thing i know you'll love"), misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clotheslines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has to wear sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅 ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾 ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

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[magikborn]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

violet skywalker

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁   ⚔    toothy grins,  stories around the campfire,  clothes covered in pet hair,  hot temper,  old jeans,  heartbeat in head,  potatoes and steak,  beaded jewellery,  bruises like galaxies,  mementos, backpack stuffed full,  craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips,  air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     homemade bread, white lies, easily excited,  trying on hats,  band geek,  pep talks,  no impulse control,  sunsets,  vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song mash-ups,  pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily,  animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶    ⚔    list of wishes,  biting their tongue,  band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on,  morning sun,  necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan,  messages in bottles,  pleated braids,  speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes,  vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷      ⚔       bird watching, shy kid,  wind chimes, trying to whistle,  summer camp, apple orchards,  lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies,  thrift shopping (for mementos),  saving worms off the sidewalk,  pig latin,  bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair,  naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅      ⚔     goosebumps,  leather jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks,  no sleep, taste of iron,  netflix binges,  never forgets, combat boots,  stories behind scars, table for one,  official soundtracks, sore calves,  trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾    ⚔       always trying to be better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat pants, old photographs,  yoga,  sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist design, a breath of fresh air,  baby animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion,  healthy snacks,  noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁     ⚔      school uniforms, thick jackets,  sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  fighting for friends, sculpture gardens,  cold morning air,  big soul,  likes routine,  secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents ("so i got you this weird bad thing i know you'll love"),  misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅    ⚔      herbal tea,  smell of rain,  blinking away tears,  camping trips, collecting bones,  swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts,  bobby pins,  burnt marshmallows,  too competitive, clotheslines,  messenger bags,  holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸     ⚔      flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos,  lost phone chargers,  adrenaline rush,  picking dirt out from beneath their nails,  social chameleon,  clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes,  claw machines,  sits in chairs wrong,  smudged eyeliner, has to any sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅      ⚔     infectious laugh,  family trees,  shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings,  clumsy,  believing in destiny,  high expectations,  sleeping in darkness,  collection of nail polish, passionate,  good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses,  not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷   ⚔     piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary,  indecision,  scented candles,  studying alone in a café,  lingering touches,  museum dates,  unanswered questions,  taking on too much responsibility,  collections,  chalk dust,  comfy robes, unnecessary apologies,  coming home after a long day.

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tagged by: @kylo-wrecked

tagging: @legeandary, @wickedmuses, @theresastargirl, @jundlcndwastes, @immortalmuses

[crunchy-nitrogen]

1813 | General Hux x OFC | Regency AU | Chapter 16

Pairing: General Hux x OFC, some Kylo Ren x OFC

Warnings: Depictions of abuse/assault

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She stood in her mother's room. Everything looked exactly as it always had; her perfumes littered across the vanity and the jewellery hung from the metallic stand. Even the book she had been reading lay open at her desk, with the page lightly dog-eared to hold her place in the story. If Kit thought hard enough, it was if her mother was still there - simply out for a day of shopping in town. 

This was a dream she revisited frequently. The moment her world had changed.

Her mother had not even left a note. Simply took her suitcase and fled in the night. 

As a younger Kit paced further into the room, clutching the baby doll that had been a gift from her mother, she searched for signs or any sort of clue that could explain why she had abandoned them. That last discussion her parents shared had sounded heated, and she wondered if her father was to blame. 

Maybe they both were. It didn't matter to Kit - whatever the reason, it had clearly outweighed her mother's love towards her children.

But as the reality of her new situation set in, Kit slumped down at the foot of her mother's bed and sat silently. 

She was never coming back. 

Kit held the doll at eye level. It was poor and defenceless; she was its only protector. As her young heart lurched for the little doll, Kit vowed then that she would never cause this much pain to one that she loved.  

Standing once more, she wiped the beginnings of tears from her eyes before placing the doll at the foot of the bed. Giving it one last glance, she shut the door behind her and left it for good. 

Kit's head throbbed. She had barely slept last night, in fact, the week following her engagement had been filled with countless sleepless nights. Yet last night was the worst of them all; haunted by the events that had transpired just prior as well as the dreams that followed. 

Standing under the sun, she felt her body sway uneasily from lack of sleep before she steadied herself once more and looked out onto the crowd. 

"Soldiers, today we make history! You have marched through the night, you have traversed all that nature has thrown at you. And today you shall be victorious and claim the Resistance stronghold as our own!"

Mitaka's war cry echoed off the outer walls of the fortress and caused Kit's ears to ring. Though the words were cliché, they were standard issue for the First Order. Having delivered a less impassioned version of it at the ball several evenings ago, the lines were spoken with a confidence and aura of command that Kit rarely saw from him. But after knowing him for nearly an entire year now, she had come to find that the strict and imposing manner was simply a façade that reappeared out of necessity for his job.

Their intel had been correct it would appear; Resistance troops had been spotted entering the gates at odd hours of the night, bringing with them enough supplies to sustain a small army. Such news had the 21st Regiment leaving Nabooshire at a break-neck speed, which saw their arrival to D'Qarshire within the week.  

As the rows of soldiers stood beneath the shadow of the old stone keep, Kit mused that it was a shame such an ancient piece of architecture was to be burnt down or reduced to rubble in a matter of hours - that is, if the Resistance put up enough of a fight. 

Silently, she prayed that they were willing to bargain with the First Order, to spare as many lives as possible. It crossed her mind that there were likely women and children within the walls as well, and they would prove the easier targets if it came down to it. But she knew her men - they would not stoop so low. But she also knew of their fierce loyalty and willingness to obey orders.

For not even an hour prior, Ren had announced that if the Resistance fought back, there were to be no prisoners taken. Kit could only assume this included the innocents. 

She shuddered at the thought of him; she had been avoiding Ren since the night of the engagement, unbeknownst to the impact that decision would have. Their contact had been limited to a chaste kiss to her forehead each night, before Kit dashed off claiming she had excess work to attend to. Where she had once treasured these interactions, they were now marred with a feeling of unease and paranoia. She was glad that he had decided to wait to announce their impending nuptials. 

Had she been of a stronger constitution, Kit may have been able to go straight to him and confess that this was not what she wanted. 

And she had very nearly tried to, just last night. 

After the adrenaline had left her system, Kit had had time to reflect on the situation she found herself in. Ladies refused proposals all the time - so she was well within her right to do so. Despite the veiled threats he had made of exposing their inappropriate actions, she reasoned that a life of shame was better than spending it with the wrong person. And as for the prospect of his unchecked power, Ren would never hurt her; he had told her so. 

So she had made up her mind to seek him out.

The soldiers had been trekking the entire day, and by sundown almost all had found themselves in the mess tent devouring whatever food the cooks had deigned edible for the evening. Kit had stowed away some pieces of bread and cheese that she would eat later, as this was her only opportunity to catch him alone. 

As she drew back the curtain of his tent, careful she was not followed, Kit found him sitting at his desk intently focused on a letter of decent size. The look of concentration would have been endearing to her under different circumstances, yet she shook that thought from her mind when she remembered why she was here. 

He seemed to notice a presence in his room, and finally looking up, Kit was met with a small smile that did not meet his eyes. She watched as his gaze travelled down her body and landed on her left hand; absent of her ring. 

"Oh. This is unexpected," he said emotionlessly, still fixated on her bare fingers.

Kit sighed nervously as she walked deeper into his room. "Yes, I suppose it is. There was something I wanted to talk to you about," she said in a tone that betrayed her hesitance. 

He seemed to take note, frowning first at the ground, then back up at her. He stared at her, unblinking and with something in his eyes that she had never seen before. Lolling his head to the side, he raised his brows as if to entice her to speak. When she froze on the spot, he crossed his arms and let out a slow sigh. "Well?"

He had never used that patronizing tone on her. She had to act now. Kit took a deep breath, "Kylo, please understand that what I am about to say is my decision, and nothing can be done to change it." 

That caught his attention. Ren's brow was now set in a deep crease, and she thought she could hear him grinding his jaw.

"After your proposal the other night, I have done a lot of thinking, and-"

He scoffed, "Oh I bet you have."

"Excuse me?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm sure there was a lot of time for thinking when you were avoiding me this past week. Don't think I haven't noticed." 

She paused a moment, quite hurt by his accusatory tone. "Ren, where is this coming from?"

He stood out of his chair now, coming to tower over her. In the past, his imposing height had made her feel protected and safe, but she now found herself stepping away from him. 

"I think you know exactly where this is coming from. Have you decided to confess? Go ahead - tell me who it is."

She was taken aback. What did he think she was trying to tell him?

"What are you implying, Ren?" she asked, trying to conceal her own anger at his accusations. 

He chuckled darkly. "Do you take me for a fool? All throughout our courtship, I thought you unwavering in your devotion to me - I could sense the desperation in you the moment we met. It was what drew me to you." Kit looked at him appalled, but still he continued on. "You were exactly the type of obedient little girl Snoke said I needed - so imagine my surprise when I see you practically throwing yourself at other men!" his voice raised to a shout at the last words.

She stumbled backward now as he advanced on her. 

"I do not know what you think you saw, but I was never unfaithful," Kit said with all the strength she could muster. 

Cocking his head to the side, his hair came loose from its swept back style. It framed his face like a madman and was heightened by his now deranged gaze. 

"No, no - I have seen it," he pointed a finger in her face, "the way you parade around with the Colonel, or the dinners you spend flirting with that officer. And do not even get me started on your friendship with the General. I saw the way he held you, and the way you looked at him." Ren paused now, needing to catch his breath. Kit had placed her hands on his chest to keep him at a distance from her. He looked down to the gesture and scowled once more, before looking up with a malicious grin. "You were practically fucking him with your eyes."

She saw red. How dare he accuse her of something she was innocent of. She had only ever had eyes for Kylo - until he had shown his true colours that evening, and even now. In what world did he think this would entice her  to stay with him?

Kit wanted to slap him; she wanted to make him feel the same pain and distress that he had wrought on her life in such a short amount of time. Without thinking, she removed her hand from his chest and went to draw it back, but he saw the motion and wrenched out a hand to restrain her own, taking the other in his hand as well. 

Kit let out a shriek as his grip tightened on her wrists, wrestling against his hold. For the first time, she felt how strong he truly was and knew in this moment that she was absolutely at his mercy.

Heart beating a thousand miles a minute, Kit was beginning to hyperventilate. "Ren... please... let me go," she whimpered between breaths. His only response was to tighten his grasp and draw her back into him. 

"Kitty, did you really think you could hurt me? You should be thanking me; I'm willing to overlook your indiscretions as well as your plain features. Because now I know you'll obey me - and if you don't..." 

At this, he released her for a moment before spinning her around and pinning her arm behind her back as if she were a criminal being apprehended. The pain in her arms scorched from wrist to collarbone and she let out a loud cry of pain. 

He came to whisper in her ear, "You can't even imagine how much pain I could bring you if you left me." 

She felt a shudder wrack through her body, before he came to nip the shell of her ear. Lurching back from it, she only collided with his sturdy chest and twisted her arm further.

"No, please, please STOP!" she screamed out. 

"Kitty, that's no way to treat your-"

"Commander, I heard a scream - is everything alright?" came a muffled voice from outside the tent. 

Kit could not see Ren's eyes, but she imagined they were burning with hatred, for the voice belonged to none other than Hux. 

Quickly, Ren came to cover Kit's mouth lest she give away their situation. 

He was quiet for a moment, pondering the best course of action. It was as if he were treating this predicament like one of his battles. 

Suddenly he straightened up and chuckled devilishly in a tone so quiet only Kit could hear. 

"Unless you wish for the sight of me taking Miss Vara's maidenhood you'd best move along, General," Ren gritted out. 

Kit could have sworn she heard Hux let out a shocked sound. She was equally shocked at Ren's choice of a lie, and prayed to all that would listen that it would not come to fruition. 

"A-apologies..." he stuttered out, before Kit heard the sound of his quick footsteps leaving the tent. She sobbed silently at his leaving, as she was once more at Ren's mercy. 

Once they were met with total silence, Ren slowly removed his hand from Kit' mouth, but still kept her in the painful embrace. 

"I can feel your heartbeat Kitty - relax. I won't take you tonight." Kit breathed a sigh of relief. But then Ren started again, "Once we've eradicated the Resistance scum from their base, then I will take you. I can just imagine it now - how tight your little cunt will feel wrapped around me." 

Ren drew her impossibly closer, and Kit could feel the outline of something hard pressing into her backside. Never in her life had she felt so violated. 

But then he sighed into her hair and loosened his hold. Kit immediately wrenched her arms free and rubbed the sore spots on her wrist that were sure to leave a mark. 

"Knowing now what I can do to you, do I have your word that you will remain true to me and be my queen?" he said in his more familiar soft tone. 

Kit's eyes were welling with tears and she could only look at him with despair. But as he made to step closer to her again, she leapt away and nodded her head in response - if only to keep him away from her. 

"Don't be frightened, little mouse. Now go back to your tent, put your ring back on and do not speak a word of what happened tonight to a single soul. I have loyal men everywhere, and they will know if you talk, or if you try to run."

Her bottom lip wobbled as she tried to maintain composure. 

"Now, goodnight," he said, coming to kiss the top of her head as he had done so so affectionately in the past. "I love you."

If that was love, Kit did not want it. 

Brought back to the present moment by the shouting of one of the officers, Kit absently rubbed the dark ring of bruises that now covered each of her wrists. Though her sleeves were long enough to conceal them, she had been on edge all morning that someone would notice. That, or her engagement ring. She had taken extra precautions to hide her hands, but she did not know how long it was until someone saw it. 

For now though, it seemed as if the crowd were too occupied by whomever was making their way through the throng of officers. 

From her and Rey's position at the back of the crowd with the other nurses, the last of Mitaka’s speech faded into nothingness as she watched the soldiers part in two. The sea of black uniforms diverged to create a perfect aisle, and heading the movement was a darkly draped figure. 

There was no mistaking it; no other held such an imposing aura about them- nor did they walk as if they were stalking prey. 

It was true that Ren had taken his anointment as heir in stride. Every day since, he had not been seen without his ceremonial uniform - complete with the red sash and the new addition of a golden shoulder tassel looping beneath his arm. 

He wore it now, though he was also equipped with a large rapier. Held at his hip, the weapon was something Kit had never seen before; it was obnoxiously large and sturdy, with a thick cross guard that had been bezeled with rubies on either end. Though rifles were the superior instrument, this rapier held such a power that Kit had no doubt in her mind that Ren could do far much more damage with it than any officer with a gun. 

As he stalked up the aisle to the head of the stairs where Mitaka and Hux stood, he did not spare a glance to anyone. For that, Kit was quite thankful for she knew she could not look upon him without being reminded of last night. 

But it was what followed Ren that drew gasps from the crowd. 

Linked in his grasp, the Commander held a thick piece of rope, trailing several metres behind him. As Kit followed its movements, she came to see that there was a person on the other end of it, stumbling down the aisle with bound hands and next to no clothing. 

From such a distance away, she could not make out who it was. Until she glimpsed the curls of his dark hair. 

It was Poe. 

Nearly unrecognisable from the mud that caked his skin, he could barely walk and was almost being dragged by Ren. 

As he stumbled down towards her position, he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. Maintaining eye contact for barely a moment, she could read a look of despair upon his features. It took every fibre of her being to remain stoic and leave him to be hauled along.

Once the Commander had reached the other officials, he gave a vicious tug on the rope which saw Poe falling face first into the ground, helpless with bound hands. 

Kit's heart lurched for the poor man, wishing there was anything she could do. But since last night, she felt helpless against him. Resistance was futile. 

All she could do was watch. 

Leaning down to his prisoner, Ren grabbed Poe by what remained of his shirt collar and hoisted him into the air. Poe's head lolled to his chest, hanging almost limp in the Commander's grasp. 

Turning to the large expanse of door they stood before, Ren lifted him up, as if to show those inside. 

"Resistance, look what has become of your precious General Dameron. He has betrayed you all and told us of your whereabouts. Surrender now and I shall let him live. Resist, and I shall cut his head from his shoulders!" Ren boomed up at the stony abyss. 

There was a moment of silence, with no movement from either side. 

Kit could nearly hear her heartbeat. She knew that Poe had not given away the Resistance's hiding place. Ren was spinning his web of lies even on the enemy. 

As Ren lowered Poe to the ground, he raised his sword in a sweeping motion ready to strike, but there was suddenly the sound of scraping metal as the large barriers were unlatched from the door. 

Ren smirked in satisfied contentment, dropping Poe from his grasp to be dealt with by one of the officers. 

A weight was lifted from Kit's shoulders, but now she dreaded what was to come for the Resistance members. 

As the ancient doors slowly gave way, the inner courtyard of the fortress was revealed. Instead of the armed soldiers Kit expected, within the courtyard stood little under one hundred civilian-dressed individuals, with possibly ten to sixteen of them actually in possession of a weapon. The rest were either too young, or too old - but all of them looked terrified as Kylo Ren strutted through the fortress doors freely. 

The crowd of First Order soldiers followed closely behind, entering into the fortress grounds and ensuring none were to escape. Still at the back, Kit found a wooden crate to stand on so as to gain a better view of Ren's actions. 

She noticed that at the front of the Resistance crowd stood an older looking woman, dressed in an earthy purple gown with hair that almost seemed to reflect the same undertones. Within her hand, she held a white cloth - the symbol of surrender. 

This was no Leia, yet she was evidently the leader of these people. 

"I am Vice Admiral Holdo. On behalf of my people, we will surrender - and you shall let General Dameron live." She stepped away from the crowd and moved directly before Ren. 

Seeming to disregard the Admiral's words, Ren looked past her out amongst the Resistance members and seemed displeased. "So the Resistance send a woman to do a man's job. Is this some sort of mind trick? Do they think I will treat easier with you because of your sex?"

Holdo remained stone faced. "No. I expect the same treatment as any other."

Ren nodded at this. "Good, good. Then we are on the same page, I suppose?"

"Indeed," she replied formally. 

"Then I accept your surrender," he said followed by a short smile, before brandishing his rapier and driving it straight through her stomach. 

Kit had not yet blinked in the time it took him to do so. Everyone in witness of the act was too stunned to speak, shocked and abhorred at Ren's disregard for the proceedings of a surrender. 

But when the blood began to pour from her mouth and seep into her dress, the screams began to arise. 

Kit watched as the defenceless Resistance folk clambered away from Ren, but were halted in their actions by the officers lining the fortress walls.

There was movement from within the crowd as as figure pushed their way through. 

"Ren, what on EARTH do you think you are DOING!" came the harsh reprimand of Hux as he sidled up to the Commander with clenched fists. Kit had not seen him much at all today. 

"I am ensuring their unwavering cooperation, Hux. So let me do my duty."

"Your duty was to follow the orders of Snoke - tell me where it said that you were to commit crimes of war!"

Ren gritted his teeth at Hux, displeased that someone was holding him accountable for his actions. "Lock the rest in the cells," Ren shouted to no-one in particular, as he wiped the blood from his blade. 

A younger officer nearby saluted the Commander before voicing his concerns, "But Commander, there will hardly be enough cells to hold them all - what of the women and childr-"

"I do not care - see it done."

The young man scurried off to do as he was told. 

"General, see to it that there are no stragglers within the fortress walls. And that is an order from your superior," Ren spoke condescendingly. 

Hux's look could kill, as his razor sharp gaze bore holes into Kylo's own. "Affirmative," was all the General offered before beginning his search within the stronghold. 

Kit was surprised at how quickly the regiment took control of the fortress. Within hours, all Resistance banners and symbology were torn down and replaced with the insignia of the First Order. Holdo's body was removed from the courtyard and the blood had been scrubbed from existence. 

And amongst it all, Commander Ren paced about the halls admiring his handiwork, almost as if he hadn't just slaughtered an innocent only a short time ago. 

All Resistance personnel had been escorted to the dungeons - locked in cells far too small and reeking of mildew. 

Kit caught a glimpse of Poe being dragged down there too, though she suspected he would be placed in a solitary cell so that he did not seize control and develop a plan of escape. 

The one upside of the whole ordeal - if  it could even be called that - was that the Regiment were allocated proper beds, and now as a higher ranking member, Kit was even allocated a private room. 

As she stepped within the tiny stone dorm, she felt bile rise in her stomach at the thought of the owner of the bed rotting away in the fortress dungeon below, with only a rock for a pillow. She would not sleep well tonight. 

Though she doubted she would sleep at all, given what Ren had promised her only last night. 

He wanted to bed her. Tonight. 

There was to be a banquet to celebrate their success, but after the drinking and feasting was over, Kit dreaded what awaited her. 

As if instinctual, the paralysing fear of motherhood began to permeate through every part of her mind. 

Though her sentiment had appeared otherwise to Ren, she did not dislike children themselves. In fact, she was secretly quite fond of them. But she would never admit such a thing to another - she struggled to even admit it to herself. Pondering the vision she'd had of her future children all those weeks ago, she recalled the sense of serenity she'd felt in that moment with the babe pressed to her chest. 

In theory, the prospect of a child was pleasant. But the possibility that Kit would fail the child as a mother - as her own had - was too much to bear. 

The vision faded, and Kit was overwhelmed with that same feeling her mother had inflicted all those years ago. 

Rationally, this should inspire her to be different from her own mother, and to ensure her own child would never have to feel the way she did. But this was the reality of her fear; more than just the physical pain she would feel - but the emotional pain she had the potential to inflict on her child. Would her desire for freedom lead her to do such a thing? It had been enough of a reason for her mother, she had suspected - so how could Kit be sure she would be any different? 

And now with the added prospect of Kylo Ren as a father, Kit dreaded the way he would treat the child. He had been so willing to hurt his betrothed, so what was to stop him from doing the same to his own child?

This factor far outweighed her personal hesitance towards motherhood. 

Tonight she would have to take measures to ensure that she did not become with child. She felt queasy even thinking of the act, but tried to push it aside for as long as possible. There was still the banquet to attend, after all.

Kit spent the remainder of the afternoon in her chamber, pacing the small space and attempting to develop a plan for when the time came. She once more had no clothes other than her uniform, so she would be force to wear that to the feast. 

Maybe Ren would find her so unappealing that he would forgo her company for the evening. But then she remembered his comment on looking past her 'plain features' and realised she was fighting a losing battle. 

That comment still stung. She knew she was not pretty in the traditional sense, but had every compliment he'd given her been a farce? Was his whole goal of courting her just to ensure that he had someone to serve as a sort of breeding machine to bear his children? Someone naive and inexperienced enough to believe his actions were genuine?

Recalling their first few interactions, Kit supposed that he had acted quite quickly in securing her courtship. It really had been too good to be true. 

Ruminating on the lies she had been told for nearly the past year, Kit was interrupted by Rey's knocking and voice on the other side of her door, signalling it was time for the banquet. 

"I'll be out in a moment!" Kit yelled through the hardwood. 

This would likely be the worst evening of her life. 

[valkxrie]

{combination symbol prompt ?/?} 🌇 morning- or evening rituals + 🤕 physical pain + 🚗 transportation

@kylo-wrecked from the memes folder.

She wants to shower. Brush her teeth. Wash her hair. It's a Thursday, so that means its a good day to wash her hair. But she can't wash her hair, and she can't remember why. She's asleep, but this isn't her bed. Its not the hard-cot she was assigned on base, nor the king-sized mattress at her home in New York. This is harder. Vibrating. Cold.

Why is her watch on if she's in bed? She hates that. She doesn't like to wear anything except her skin to bed. She wears a watch when she's flying - but not to sleep. Its not a watch, though. Its lighter, not as tight. Plastic.

She hasn't got plastic jewellery. And, this isn't her bed. And she can't remember why.

There's something on her face too. It makes the tip of her nose cold. All of her is cold, actually. But, the tip of her nose is the most cold. The air tastes like the air from an airplane; recycled and a little too purified. Too much like air and metal rather than air and anything else.

And she's not getting enough of it. And this isn't her bed. And she wants to wash her hair but she cant, even though its a Thursday - and she cant remember why.

A nagging starts between her ribs. A couple of inches of nagging. The bones feel like someone scraped at them; like they'd been pried apart. The nagging is coming from inside, though. Its sticky and gurgling and oh fuck everything hurts. But nothing hurts at all. Something cold is resting on her arm, above the plastic. Its burrowed into her skin. It tells her brain this doesn't hurt even when everything hurts. It tells her brain don't think even when she couldn't possibly try to.

There's a man there. Medic. Are her eyes open? She cant tell if she's seeing him and her own body, or seeing just him. He's got a flight helmet on. Medi-vac transport. Oh.

She wants to brush her teeth. Her mouth tastes wrong. There's blood in her molars. There's blood everywhere. Fuck, she wants to shower. Its Thursday. She's got to wash her hair.

But she cant wash her hair, and she can't brush her teeth, and she's wearing her watch. But it's not a watch, and she cant remember what it is.

There's beeping too, over the rumble of the helicopter. They've stuck things to her chest. She's all wired up; more than her plane. A piece of equipment. Her heart-beat is not good; she knows that. Her hands tremble a little and she doesn't know why. The medic presses a few buttons and she's suddenly not cold.

She remembers not being cold. Or warm. Or happy. Or sad. Or anything, really. She remembers laying in the middle of the road, scared - not of death but of being buried beneath a white cross in a field of white crosses - and then there was nothing. It was nice. It didn't hurt. The field of crosses didn't matter. There were no expectations or medals. It was just... just...

A shock brings her back. Fuck. The air tastes of air and metal. She's wired up. Someone is yelling at her. Her eyes see the medic and not her body. Just the medic.

She wants to shower. Brush her teeth. Wash her hair. But she doesn't even know if its Thursday. She doesn't know where her watch is, or why this isn't her bed - and she cant remember why.

[moghidien]

Kylo pin ) 

[the-fatal-impact]

Finally, it’s done! I proudly present you my entry for @kyluxtarotproject. THE EMPRESS - meanings: Upright: Femininity, beauty, nature, nurturing, abundance Reversed: Creative block, dependence on others Also, I put detailed pictures od jewellery, since it’s my biggest achivment in subject od painting gemstones! Thank you all for this event and your feedbacks on WIPs. Now, @zaera-d, I will wait for The Emperor! :) *** Here you can find more my Kylux arts, and many others.

[thekesselrunway]

Today’s Mos Eisley Marketplace article features an interview with Star Wars fan and accessory designer Jackie from Lantern Pins - http://www.thekesselrunway.com/interview-with-lantern-pins/

[foxwithpretzel]

This is yet another work from the summer Fandom kombat on diary.ru I have forgotten to post. This was done for the kylux team, for the handcraft challenge.

The necklace was ironically called “Poppy fields of decay and despair”, as poppy flowers symbolize kylux in the Russian fandom.

The kylux team I played with made jokes about kylux ship dying after Ep VIII, and my work explored this idea as well.  As expected, none of that actually happened.

The necklace itself is made of heavy chains and bamboo coral. Ironically, this one also got mixed feedback: from hatred to adoration.

[solohux]

Whilst on a boring stealth mission, Kylo threads together some daisies and makes a crown for Hux. Some day, he’ll get rid of Snoke and give Hux a real crown of gold. For now, a flower crown will have to do.

But on Arkanis, giving someone a flower crown is a symbol of engagement. Hux cries and says ‘yes’ when Kylo gives it to him. Kylo doesn’t understand but he’s happy that Hux is happy! Hux walks around with the daisy-crown upon his head like it’s the most expensive piece of jewellery in the galaxy. 🌼

[paper-n-ashes]

New Endeavours

Characters: Modern AU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit (18+), Sugar daddy relationship, sexual references but no actual smut, bisexual vibes, attending a strip club.

Author’s Note: This is all because of my love, @maryforyou. An AU venture she ignited and I couldn’t let go of. Read into this however you want, I’m an open book in terms of exploring sexuality without labels. Being the first AU I’ve ever attempted, I kept this as an intro, to hopefully dive into the more explicit content I’ve been ruminating on for too long as a Part 2 (depending on how this is received).

*

“Are you sure this what you want?”

You smiled sweetly, smoothing out the creases in your dress as Kylo handed you your coat and gloves. “Like I said every day this week, I’m very sure.”

He still appeared doubtful, plush lips twisted in a disbelieving frown. “I could give you anything your heart desires for your birthday, princess,” he urged, helping you to secure the top buttons of your waistcoat, his large frame shifting close to yours. “This barely seems like enough of a gift for such a special occasion.”

Kylo was used to showering you with physical symbols of his adoration in the 18 months you had known him. The man had more money than he knew what to do with, lavishing all types of jewellery and clothing on you, some of the pieces you were certain cost more than your tiny apartment in the outskirts of the city. Every time you tried to refuse the extravagant gifts, Kylo always replied with sweetened notions of needing to worship and adore the personified goddess he saw you as. And when spoken in his infuriatingly mesmerising tenor, they would quickly conquer your resistance.

You were acutely aware of what this looked like from an outside perspective. A wealthy older man courting a young woman over 10 years his junior. Bathing her head to toe in the finest attire, parading her around in places a woman of her standing wouldn’t have been able to afford in two lifetimes.

A label came with this kind of behaviour. One you didn’t particularly like, yet was still true.

Sugar daddy.

There wasn’t a way you could deny that’s how your association with Kylo begun.

You’d heard whispers of other girls at the college you went to doing it. Offering their bodies to the affluent men of this city. At first, you’d scoffed at the idea. But when that third overdue notice of your credit card debt came, with the threat of eviction hanging over your head, you didn’t really have much choice.

A name was given to you of a bar that specialised in these kinds of meetings, completely covertly of course. And there Kylo had found you, hiding away in a secluded corner, stirring the gin and tonic in front of you with a single finger. At first, you’d assumed he was a well-dressed bartender, seemingly too young and strikingly handsome to be in need of a place like this. So you smiled sweetly and told him you weren’t quite done with your drink.

Within such an innocent interaction, Kylo knew he had to have you. And he did, 45 minutes later in the poorly lit bathroom stall, half-dressed bodies clutched together as he had you perch on the porcelain sink, fucking you with an uncharacteristically reckless abandon.

He hadn’t intended to. He hadn’t been entirely sure what he anticipated from that evening, the recommendation being given to him from a higher executive who regularly partook in the questionable operations of this establishment. Kylo meant only to scope the place out, sit for a quiet solitary drink out of the way of other patrons. There, he’d discovered you.

Shrinking into your stool, somewhat inhibited, clearly out of your element. The shy smile that spread across your face after he murmured a stiff hello ensnared him in moments, simply for how sincere it was. He wasn’t used to that.

Another thing Kylo wasn’t used to was the type of electricity that followed in your conversation. Rarely had he experienced an exchange that was so charged yet… genuine. You didn’t appear expectant, didn’t care to know how much money he made or the status of his career. You simply wanted to talk.

It was interesting how this fuelled an urge to make you speechless, to have you resorting to whines and whimpers rather than articulate your thoughts with any words. He didn’t act on them. Content to bide his time, play his cards right, set a precedence of composure and restraint in the hope of securing another meeting. You, however, had never cultivated the same type of discipline Kylo had.

After too many long minutes of flirtatious banter, you leaned forward, mouthing in a hushed tone, asking him to meet you in the women’s bathroom.

The chance encounter had bound you for longer than predicted.

Although never explicitly stated, the two of you fulfilled a portion of each other’s needs. Kylo required adequate distraction from his corporate life, someone who could slip into his erratic schedule with ease to… relieve him of mounting tension. In return, he provided you the monetary means to live in the city of your dreams without constant fear of homelessness.

In the months that passed, your arrangement turned into something stable, secure. His presence a constant in your life. While his working hours were long and finishing times unpredictable, Kylo could always count on you to be summoned to him from a single text message. Be it in the middle of the day, or the early hours of morning, you would race to a place of his choosing. Sometimes at his lush apartment, sometimes his office, and a plethora of restaurant bathrooms across the city after particularly stressful business lunches.

Initially, your involvement was kept mostly out of public view. Kylo had wanted to protect you from the judgements and negative connotations that were unavoidable in the arena of his work. Around the year mark, these reservations about being seen with you seemed to dissipate. Soon you were linked hand in hand at countless high-class dinners and charity events. A poised and elegant couple, right until the last set of eyes moved away.

This is where you had your fun.

As spectacular as Kylo was at fucking you until you saw stars, he’d surprisingly gone this long in life without venturing into more creative territory when it came to satisfaction. His version of sex was fast and hard, needing as much as you as he could get, chasing release with no frills or diversion. He’d never had the time, or the right lover, to encourage any of his deeply hidden fantasies. Until you.

You were game for anything. Sexually adventurous. Ready and willing to try all there was on offer just to elicit the highest levels of ecstasy. It was difficult not to be at the thought of Kylo’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, any part of him.

Although a little more slowly, he began to welcome new experiences, new pursuits of pleasure. Witnessing your reactions to these efforts became somewhat of an addiction for him. The way you writhed and squealed when exploring anal play for the first time. The way you surrendered and adored his verbal degradation and physical strikes. The way your body twitched and spasmed after the use of a newly obtained toy purchased with his platinum credit card.

You never pushed him, or forced him into anything he found uncomfortable in the chase of a sexual high. Communication was paramount, and boundaries were respected.

Interestingly enough, tonight was a boundary he never thought you’d cross.

“This is what I asked for, remember?” you smiled, taking the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to his nose.

Kylo’s apprehension refused to dissipate, while still clutching you closer. “It just… seems like this is something I will enjoy more than you.”

You barely withheld the urge to roll your eyes. “You’re sure about that, are you?”

His eyebrows crinkled, thinking the question over. There was the hint of a smirk that tugged the corner of his mouth, a subtle excited quiver in the breath he exhaled. “So you’re not doing this for me?”

“Not at all,” you breathed. Your palm slipped under his clean-shaven jaw, skating a thumb reassuringly over his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“You have?”

You hummed a yes, drifting your lips intoxicatingly close to his, staring up with wide eyes.

Kylo’s mouth twisted slightly. “I wouldn’t want you to feel jealous, princess.”

“You’re only looking,” you insisted softly. “And, even if you touch a little…” You bit your lip at the thought. “Those women won’t be who gets to be taken home and fucked until it hurts.”

There was a noticeable tensing in the arms circled around you, as Kylo’s eyes began to burn with an impatient greed. “I could do that now, right against this door.”

It was difficult to deny how you’d happily allow him to make true on that statement. To slam you into the exquisitely carved oak door of his apartment and fill you to your absolute limit. However, the tantalising image of your planned evening was too consuming, heaving and tugging for you to indulge a deeply embedded desire you’d never been brave enough to pursue.

“Save it for when we get home,” you chirped, reaching for the doorhandle and dragging Kylo into the hallway.

 *

“Follow me,” the maître D instructed, her voice cheerfully welcoming. Even the sight of her silken, green dress was intimidating, the fabric glossing over her nimble shape as she guided you up the set of stairs. The lighting was low, almost too dark to see properly, Kylo’s grip strong as your steps were drowned out by the sultry music emanating behind the double doors at the apex. As they were opened to you, the hypnotic baseline ricocheted around your body.

You scanned around the large room, bold lights illuminating a risen stage with two currently unused silver poles at either corner. Plush chairs circled around, occupied by a differing array of men. Slinking between the patrons were women decorated with luxurious, high-end lingerie, each one styled and set to provoke unyielding temptation.

This was a completely new undertaking for you. Attending a strip club. Usually a male endeavour, seeking out instant gratification in the form of scantily clad bodies and paid attention. You knew this was an unusual request for a birthday outing, yet in truth there was nothing from Kylo you wanted more.

The two reasons were somewhat opposing, although they would still feed the same goal. Satisfying a craving.

One being that you had always found women to be alluring and captivating to a height you’d never really accepted, almost been afraid of. Only with time and maturity had you learned your attraction to them was a natural occurrence you were now ready to explore.

The other reason was a little more scandalous, and what you hadn’t quite articulated to Kylo yet. To have the view of his eyes roaming another woman’s almost naked body as she exposed herself to him, drove you wild. In a situation you should feel jealousy, you were only devoured by an uncontainable lust.

Occasionally your mind had forayed into imaginations where he would take another like he’d taken you countless times, able to watch his hands clawing at supple breasts, the smooth motion of his hips, how his thick cock would split a tight, dripping cunt in two. All the while he would deride and goad you, layering you with taunts, desperate to inflame your envy and ownership.

Your plan for this particular evening didn’t extend that far. You only wished to enjoy the performance of mesmeric women in their most enchanting form, observe Kylo’s undeniable arousal at the same lithe, flexible bodies, and return home to remind him that only you could ignite the billowing flames of a violent release.

Oh, but that plan crumbled when you’d each settled into your seats, just in time for the next show of seduction. A pair of glittered, platform heels slinked near to the pole closest to you, your vision roaming upwards over the statuesque figure they connected to. Delicately laced, ivory fabric shielded her most intimate portions from full view, conforming flawlessly to the curves of her figure. Somehow demure yet indecently sensual.

Lips parted, your breath hitched as the exquisite woman twirled around, her eyes trained to you as she let a wicked smile appear. You were sure this was a regular occurrence, a flirtation she expressed to all the patrons in this room. Yet, as she began to move in time with the decadent beat of the music, her eyes stayed transfixed to you marvelling stare.

In an unprecedented display of courage, you beckoned Kylo closer to you, whispering to his ear. “Her. That’s what I really want for my birthday.”

*To be continued*

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[multific]

Wife

General Armitage Hux x Reader

Summary: Kylo Ren and General Hux didn’t like each other. But when Kylo learned something about the General, he didn’t waste much time investigating it.

 Every person who counted in the First Order was invited to a secret planet for a very important meeting.

The Supreme Leader found it to be very important for everyone to meet and to speak on the matter of completely destroying the Republic, since it seemed like that individually all have failed.

So, every commander and general of all the ships were there to attend.

As Snoke’s apprentice, Kylo Ren, and General Hux was put as the two most important people, right after Snoke himself, they had to make sure that everyone who arrived was welcomed.

Kylo was bored and frustrated out of his mind. Hux was just as bored, but he didn’t groan every moment a ship landed. Nevertheless, Kylo sure did. So when the next ship and its occupants arrived, he was all ready for the hundredth welcoming.

“Commander Glung, and General Hvujk. Welcome to Troitih.”

“General Hux. It’s been years since we met, nice to see a familiar face.” explained the commander ignoring Kylo Ren’s welcome.

“The pleasure is mine Commander Glung.”

“How’s your wife lately?” asked the commander. This got Kylo’s attention. He didn’t know Hux was married.

“She’s doing just fine. Thank you.”

“Well, since she is a general like yourself, I assume she will be here too.” said Glung as he walked away.

“You have a wife?” asked Kylo, his helmet deforming his voice.

“I do. The Supreme Leader arranged the marriage about ten years ago.”

“Oh.” of course it was an arranged marriage. “And why isn’t she on the same ship as you?”

“Supreme Leader decided to have her move three years after we got married. She is a commander now. Commander of the ship, Black Swan. There she is.” Hux said pointing at a fully black ship.

Kylo watched a half-droid creature getting off, soon after the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She was in a very elegant dress, high heels and a long black cape followed her, the only jewellery she wore was a band ring. Kylo watched every move of the woman, he closely examined her face. In his opinion, she was too beautiful to be Hux’s wife. But he came to the conclusion that you must hate your husband.

But oh how wrong he was. Because he saw your eyes lit up with joy when you saw Hux, your lips formed a smile which he envied from the ginger general.

“Commander Hux and General Grieven. Welcome to Troitih.” said Hux after a few seconds of silence from Kylo. The man seemed to be frozen.

“Hello Armi, it’s nice to see you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Y/N.” with that, both you and your general walked away. You didn’t even look at Kylo.

A few hours have passed. All guests have arrived and Kylo was in his room, still shocked from the news he learned earlier that day.

He wanted so bad to find out who you really were. Then he realized that he should ask the only commander who was friendly with Hux besides you, Commander Glung.

It took Kylo two minutes to find him, and the commander was already tipsy when he found him in the common area. Perfect for Kylo’s plan.

Two more drinks later, the commander was speaking freely.

“You seem to know Hux.”

“Yes. The ginger and I were mere kids when we got into this, we grew up on Arkanis. I mean he is quite distinctive with his red hair, you cannot miss him. Then when he got 23, he was forced to marry, Y/N.”

“She grew up with you too?”

“Oh no. Snoke got her from somewhere. Some said he bought her, some said he rescued her. But that’s just gossip. I think he either kidnapped her or something similar. She hates Snoke. She made attempts to kill him even.”

“But why not kill her?”

“Snoke needs her. Apparently, she is force sensitive. And a really strong one at that. A maid once said she saw Y/N stop Snoke’s lightnings. But she wasn’t in full awareness of her powers at that point. So he needed something or someone to keep her under control.”

“Hux? Really? He’s weak.”

“He might be, but it was said that he needed to marry Y/N so she will stop disobeying. Snoke’s plan was to make her fall in love. And after that happened, Snoke had her in a corner.”

Kylo didn’t understand that and the much drunker man answered to his confusion.

“Since she’s in love with Hux, she doesn’t want him to get harmed. So, she’ll do as she’s told if she doesn’t want her husband to get hurt. And it clearly works since she hadn’t been doing any of her shenanigans ever since.”

“Oh.”

Now it was all clear to Kylo. Snoke must have wanted you to be his apprentice but you disobeyed. Even the fact that you were a force user wasn’t really a shock to Kylo he sensed something the moment you got off your ship and why else would the Supreme Leader need you?

In the meantime, you were in your assigned room, waiting for Armitage to arrive. You told him that you needed to see him due to an urgent matter.

And soon, your lover arrived.

“Why did you call for me?” he asked, with his emotionless face.

“I just wanted to see you.” you said as you went to hug him. He hugged back. “I haven’t seen you in a long while, and those hologram calls don’t count.”

“I missed you too.” he finally admitted as he pulled you closer. His voice was so quiet, you barely heard him.

You pulled back from the hug but didn’t waste time and immediately started a make out session with him.

You two were like heated dogs. You shredded the clothes off of him, and he did the same.

You missed him so much, you missed being touched by him, kissed by him and you missed him making love to you.

So, he spent the whole evening with you. But you didn’t sleep much.

Armitage got up first when morning arrived. Collecting his clothes and getting ready for the meetings.

“Darling, you should wake up, the meetings soon start.” he said but you only groaned, turned around and went right back to sleep.

While Armitage got ready he noticed his own clothes in your room. The two of you were given separate ones, but he figured you made them to be moved.

He went along with his day.

Soon arrived to the meeting room, which was rather huge to fit all the attendees in. Armitage saw Kylo Ren walking in.

“General. How was your night with your wife?”

“None of your business.” was all the General’s answer.

Soon the first meeting began. But you were late. The Supreme Leader was in the middle of his big speech about plans when you barged in. Looking flawless, you obviously didn’t care as you sat down. There was awkward silence. Everyone expected Snoke to get angry and punish you, but after a few more minutes passed, he just continued.

Everyone was shocked but no one mentioned it.

The day went on and the meeting came to a break. During the break you and your husband chatted a little while the others either sat in silence or also talked. Kylo seemed to be a very popular but only because you sent everyone away or completely ignored them.

It was also obvious that your General wasn’t a social person. He was only sitting there beside you looking out of his head.

In the meantime you were making plans with your husband. Trying to convince him into taking a day off to visit you or to meet on a planet.

Armitage excused himself and left you at the table. You continued drinking your water while waiting for your husband to arrive back.

While you were waiting for him, you watched as Kylo Ren took the seat right in front of you. You knew that he had the force like you, but you also knew that he was much weaker than you. And you didn’t like speaking to weak people. You felt his intent to talk with you, but you refused. You didn’t like him, you saw him as a danger to your husband and you hated that. You wanted Armitage to be safe at all costs.

Kylo Ren watched as you refused his offer and continued to sit there with a stoic expression. You only smiled when Hux arrived back.

Kylo thought of ways to use that against you, and wondered why others didn’t. But he soon realized.

A man came out of nowhere. You were about to convince Armitage about the little get away that you have planned when the unknown man started talking.

Armitage knew who the man was, at least his name. The man wanted a higher position and talked to Hux to arrange it for him. From what you heard he wanted to work on the First Order’s biggest and strongest ship or the Finalizer. And when Armitage rejected him, he flipped out. Started yelling, calling him names. Everyone was looking at the scene.

Suddenly the man stopped and started chocking. His head became red. The man suffered for a few seconds before Armitage spoke up.

“That’s enough.” he said it with such a calm and collected voice. The man stopped chocking and the droids took him away.

What Kylo found interesting is that you didn’t even move a finger. You didn’t even look at the man, yet still managed to almost kill him.

The meetings went on for the whole week. You loved that you got to spend time with Armitage. The week was too short for you two, but you managed to enjoy being around your husband. Even if you didn’t remember any of Snoke’s speeches or anything he said.

You remember when you went on a long walk in the middle of the evening. Kissed under that beautiful glowing tree. Slow danced next to the small lake and made love every single night.

You couldn’t wait until the next time you will see Armitage.

And just as you arrived, when you were about to leave, your husband and Kylo Ren were there to say goodbye to everyone.

“Commander Hux, and General Grieven, thank you very much for coming. Have a safe flight.” But you didn’t care about Kylo Ren as you pulled Armitage close one last time to leave a kiss on his lips.

“I will be waiting for you.” you said to him as you pulled away and headed back onto your ship.

Armitage could see even with Kylo’s helmet on that he wanted to make a comment, so instead he just left the scene and went back to his room to pack all of his stuff.

While he was in there, all he could think about was you. You were the first person who cared for him. Even if you were forced to marry him, you never blamed him for it. Instead you did the opposite and fell in love with the man.

Armitage couldn’t thank you enough. He fell in love with you shortly after. Your kindness, smile and power amazed him. How can someone be so gorgeous while chocking someone to death at the same time?

This week was something Armitage really cherished and will remember forever.

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Shifted - Chapter Two - Lets Get Out Of Here

This is cross posted on A03 - link here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27559456/chapters/67407712

masterlist for shifted - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670680039555252224/shifted-master-list

pin interest board reader : https://www.pinterest.co.uk/vintagekola/shifted-fanfiction-hero/

Kylo Ren/Reader, Ben Solo/Reader, Armitage Hux/Original Female Character(s), Matt the Radar Technician/Reader

NSFW 18 plus

Summary:

The reader gets shifted to the Finalizer in place of a princess due to marry Kylo Ren for political standing during the war. She must choose to fight against it; changing other peoples courses or play along this dream-like game trying to find a way home.

Chapter summary : 

now we get some more happening, and the reader tries to find more information in the crazy world. have they found a friend? and did some one say fancy ball gown! here is the dress you're in :D https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/385409680618199120/

*a little warning of implied non - con/rape and sexual exploitation. but its only mention/implied nothing graphic*

Shit, I'm in a fucking sci-fi - a fairytale." You were literally ripping at your hair. "This can't be real? Can it?"

Your thoughts were disturbed by being hit in the side by this "droid" as the men had called it. Then you took a moment to look at the odd sight of a human-shaped shiny silver form bigger than you, holding a lacey form of a red dress. The more fitting term for the item may be red lingerie. You stared at it before reaching for it. The droid wasn't going to move from your personal space otherwise, you gathered. You ran the layers of waterfall silk and dotted mesh over your fingers before hooking it over your arms. The droid stepped back.

"Er, thank you?"

"Will that be all Princess?” You jumped from the sudden speaking coming from within the robot.

"Well, I know how to dress, but I don't understand why I'm here. I'm not a Princess. I’m confused."

"If the Princess doesn't need any more help I can certainly power down?"

You were really at a stand still point of what you can do. First thought was to get out of this room. The dress for this party seemed to be the only way at the moment, so that would be 2 hours of thinking before the door opened again. You realized that there were humans on board, so maybe you could get straight information from someone as to who you were meant to be. Best thing to happen though would be to wake up and find this really was a dream. Causally, you said out loud "whats the time."

"Five moons, Princess." The droid replied,making you jump again, the dress slipping from your arm to the floor.. You were going to have to get used to that.

"Could you at least look away from me while I change? Also, I'm guessing there are other items for me?"

The droid gestured to the set of draws you had clocked earlier. "All items should be in there."

Going through the draws, you did find everything you'd ever wanted. If you weren't so confused, this would be a royal’s dream, jewellery and makeup extensive collection laid out in front of you. Draws inside draws of necklaces, perfumes, powders and lipsticks. Looking over your shoulder, the robot had turned away. “Here goes nothing.” You said to yourself, unbuckling the belts and sliding the skirt off down your waist.

The deep burgundy wine dress you stepped into, gliding it up to your legs, feeling the airiness around your skin, it was luxurious. Distinct layers of brilliant silk and dotted mesh hung in four ribbon panels from your waist, creating daringly high slits. You hooked your arms into what you took for the top, taking off your banudo in the progress. It was low cut, more of the silk and mesh draping over your chest, sides crisscrossed in the netting. Flowing from the shoulderblades of the dress was layers of the lightly dotted tulle, creating a dramatic see-through cape that cascaded down behind onto the floor. It truly was a couture gown of some sort. Which figures, you were obviously meant to be wealthy, but you were also very aware of how cold it was wherever you were on board now.

You decided that you'd look through the draws more and maybe select something else to put on. Another thought that crossed your mind was to look for something you might be able to use as a weapon, but no luck. Having no clue what the time was you did choose what you thought was lipstick and uncovered some heels in another concealed door in the room. They were at least block heels that you could maybe run in if needed. The two hours were up. You guessed this by the door rising, your heart giving a heated pump. You made a jumping dash into the door but you were met by four armoured beings, in white with guns. You put your arms up in fear that they may shoot.

"Please don't hurt me."

"We have been requested to escort you. Follow."

With these armoured men flanking you on the walk there, you wondered if they were actually real, walking in sync with one another as if like clockwork. You walked through long halls to a lift, trying to memorize your way back to the room as best you could. You tried to take note of which floor you were on, but the lift had no notion of being able to tell how far up you were. It brought you to a big expansive door drawing up for you. The large hanger type room was full of people with jovial music playing. But on second glance these were no normal people, some were bug-eyed monsters of varying colour skins. The band was completely alien-type beings. You felt almost sick to your stomach, perfectly knowing what you'd seen in movies and the unusual way some would experiment on you if they captured you. You saw more of these armoured soldiers and nervously eyed one in a shiny silver uniform stood to the side of the makeshift bar. You guessed that was maybe their leader, but you had no idea of the workings of this world.

The tall redhead you had seen just a couple of hours before approached you. At least you thought he was human-shaped and could speak, as you were aware of him earlier at your door. Maybe he would cooperate with you and tell you more. You also remembered that the hooded man had scolded him that he’d had predicament of his own to worry about. Maybe if it came up, you could help him in return for info or getting out of here.

"Dismissed troopers, for now. Princess, Ren has tasked me with keeping an eye on you till he arrives. He has business to attend to."

"So he forces me to come but isn't here himself? Thats real stupid. What do I call you, Sir?" you asked, offering a hand to make it look official.

"You'll come to learn he is a man of many things, in time princess. My name is General Hux."

"General, I'm going to try and bargain with you here as you seem human. I woke up not knowing who I am. MY name is Y/N Y/L/N. As far as I know, I'm not a princess. I swear I'm not mad, I just need to get home."

"Human? Not many people call me that once they get to know me. I seem to understand your problem, I've heard of it once before. If you are lying though Ren would soon find out."

"I just need information," you said, crossing your arms, trying a wobbling lip, eyes showing your despair at the situation. The General however stayed stone-faced. "Please, I'm so upset and confused at it all tonight, I don't want to be this princess or take what's hers."

"Yes," Hux said, looking down his nose at you. "Maybe if you speak to my wife." He paused with a slight smile, considering what he’d said. "I mean my companion. For a while it may calm your feelings before he gets here. If you're worked up it will transfer to Kylo Ren and no one will have a good time."

"What do you mean transfer on to Kylo Ren? It's not like he can pick up on my emotions. He is a fucking beast that's going to be harassing me from what i can gather."

Hux took no notice of what you said. He seemed to lock on to something in the room, and whistled, through the crowd. Approaching was a pretty, small woman with mousey brown curly locks, very deep violet eyes and skin the palest you'd ever on a living human. She was in an outfit vastly different to yours, like a mix of a maid and nightie you'd see in the 70s. High necked, long sleeved and in black silk same as the bedspread you'd woken upon. The thing hardest not to miss about her though was that she was also heavily pregnant, which looked ridiculous on her small frame along with the bed sheet hanging over her belly. "Don't listen to everything she mentions to you. Her brains are a bit muddled since the pregnancy. Must be the hormones. She may be a bit more sympathetic  to your cause though."

"Take no notice of him. I have my wits about me still, Dear General." She had a smile on her face. As she introduced herself, she gave a tug on his sleeve, making his glaze fall and stay on her, a glint of some thing in his eye, while shes extended her other hand. Hux gave her a tug on her shoulder then strode off to a group of what you might assume were Blue aliens and not just really good makeup. They whispered among themselves. "Princess I take it. I'm Violet Hux."

"I'm not. In fact, I have no clue who I'm meant to be. My real name is Y/N." You said, taking the woman’s hand.

"Ah, I can see why my husband has let us be. Please come sit with me over here," she said, gesturing to the chairs in the far corner of the expansive room. Linking arms with the woman, you thought to at least make it look like you were aiding her. You sat in the chairs opposite one another. She leaned in, "I'm not who I'm meant to be likewise."

"How so? I woke up this morning in space! I'm from a place called Earth! Everyone thinks I'm the next empress and that I'm stark raving mad!"

"Shhh. Me too, I also shifted about a year ago. My real name or the name I had was Scarlett. I woke up one day in place of an escort on Canto Bight."

"So you believe me! How do we get back? I need to get back."

"Initially I thought I was lucid dreaming. We are not, though. There's no way back that I know of. I think we got brought here for a reason, and I think you're stuck here too for the moment until you find it."

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing, though. Who am I meant to be? I don't even know the man I'm to marry. There's just this helmeted ponce following me around. Around this strange-" looking down at your very exposed chest and legs, "cold place." You looked over the girl’s outfit thinking you longed to be in a nightie, back in your room, on Earth, at the very least warm.

"You're going to have to get used to him quick. That's the Supreme Leader, he's the one you're going to be married to. You’re meant to be a princess that is a descendent from another family of Jedi, the order found your planet, and he thought you would be a good match. Kylo Ren tried finding another girl, but it all went south."

"So I'm a princess to be married to a fucking robot? What cracked-up fairytale is this? Maybe if I carry on refusing like this girl before, I'll shift back? Like if she was refusing, I was brought here. As a result, the same may happen again? Also, what’s a Jedi?"

"Or the opposite. You may get yourself hurt or even killed if you don't cooperate with these men. I should know."

You stopped, looking at the woman expectantly, down to her belly then glancing towards the tall ginger man whose eyes kept shifting back to them. "Does he hurt you?"

"Hux? No, but others did in the place I woke up; drunk princes, alien generals and affluent men. You name it they all demanded a piece of the "Shining purple star" of Canto Bight. I kept fighting them off until one of them thought it would be great fun to 'punish me'. He put me in a box and sent me to the first order to learn a trick or two. I’m just like a toy for them to use. That's when I stopped resisting, that's what broke me. But that's how I made this dreadful thing turn around. Hux decided he would have me before any of the other officers, retained me as 'pet' to start with. That first night we just held one other. He was touch-starved and I just knew why I'd shifted, to save him. It was not my choice but I just knew right away, he needed me. I couldn't go, he wants to keep me safe from the others on the ship. So out in the open, I'm his property. Behind closed doors it's different. I think the universe knows too. So it must have something planned for you too."

Hux appeared behind her, gently placing a hand on either of her shoulders, crouching down to speak in her ear. "Come my little pet, I think we need to take you back to the quarters, some people are allegedly beginning to talk about how many credits you are worth to me. I need you and the offspring safe."

"Please, excuse me y/n, but we will see each other again soon, I promise. Just try to go with the flow tonight." She placed her hand on yours as he guided her to her feet once more.

Abandoning you again with no clue what was happening, you keenly watched as Hux escorted her away, a hand gripping one of her shoulders, the other covering what looked like a gun on his belt, before drawing his coat around him more. Various party-goers were parting away from them, whispers among a few, jeers and wolf whistles coming from some.

"So princess I see General Hux has failed to keep tabs on you as I politely requested." The modulated voice stated, shadowing your view. It was your masked man, or now you had gained more insight, the man you were to marry.

"He is looking after his wife, she’s more important right now. You can clearly see she is pregnant."

"Hux does not have a wife, he has a whore he impulsively decided to keep for himself. She’s a show Fathier horse at best."

"How can you fucking talk about women like that and then expect me to be civil to you, let alone marry you? Princess or not, you're a dirty pig!" You jumped from your seat, the party music stopping. "I came to the party as requested. I now want to leave!"

"You can't leave, you haven't even eaten!" His strong gloved hand grabbed your shoulder. "I will utilize the force on you again!" As he went to take you, a small boom let off from you and he jerked his hand like he'd been burnt.

You rushed furiously towards the door. "I’ll starve to death before I take anything from you!"

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