#Kylo really bad at doing his own makeup

[sariastrategos]

Hux, straddling Kylo, doing his eyeliner. Kylo is looking tenderly up at his man.

That's it, that's the textpost.

(Aka unoriginal art ideas I'm too lazy to draw)

Kylo looking lovingly up at Hux who is frustratedly trying to fix the lines Kylo fucked up stop blinking at me you fucking idiot or I’ll never get this done!

Adding on to my Knights of Ren band AU, Kylo is once again riding the line of being late on stage but not on Hux’s watch.

[mrs-gucci]

Subliminal Pleasures {anesthesiologist!Kylo Ren x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! thanks to my good friend @safarigirlsp​, I finally wrote my first darkfic. thanks for ruining me a little bit, Shannon! ;) I’ll warn you now, this is honestly the darkest thing I’ve ever written before, and at first I was a little nervous, but I’m surprisingly pleased with how it turned out. and hey, it’s called fanFICTION for a reason, right? 

**THIS IS A DARKFIC THAT CONTAINS DARK THEMES/CONTENT!! please read the warnings and tw’s before proceeding!!**

warnings: smut. non-existent medical practice ethics. kylo’s a bad doctor, but damn, he looks good doing it. mentions of a medical procedure. some fingering. light dirty talk. masturbation. praise.

tw’s: noncon (but it’s not unpleasant, if that makes sense?). somnophilia.

word count: a touch over 2k

When you came into the hospital today for your dental surgery, no makeup and clad in baggy sweats, you weren’t prepared to meet anyone even remotely interesting or attractive, much less the anesthesiologist. 

And, when he walked into the room, your heart immediately skipped a beat, maybe even two.

He was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen before. Handsome seemed like an insult and injustice to his beauty when it came to the broad, raven-haired god. He wore a very stern expression as he sat over in the corner of the room in a stool much too small for his great size, gathering his tools. 

“Hmm,” His eyes scan the file. “Miss Y/N?”

You nod over at him.

“That’s me.”

He turns back to preparing himself for surgery. “I’m Dr. Ren, the anesthesiologist.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Ren.”

A silence stretched between the two of you, the only sounds coming from his movements or your adjusting positions on the paper-covered seat. Then, he speaks again, voice even deeper and somewhat huskier than before. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Have you ever previously been put under for a medical procedure, or otherwise?”

“I have.” You reply. “Although I didn’t think that I’d need it for this type of procedure?”

He turns around in the stool, a small smirk on his expression.

“Would you like to be awake when your teeth are hammered into pieces and pulled from your mouth?”

Normally, you would’ve laughed at this joking question, but his delivery and sinister demeanor chilled you to the bone.  “N-No, not really.”

“Then you’ll be put under.” He simply states, pulling on a pair of latex gloves before handing you a fabric gown. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Strip and put this on. The snaps should be on your left shoulder, otherwise you’ve put it on incorrectly.”

Looking into his eyes takes your breath away, out of captivation or a bit of fear, you were unsure. He holds onto the gown a bit too long before releasing his grip, eyes lingering over your face before walking out of the room with commanding footsteps.

Despite his chilling intensity and seemingly emotionless demeanor, you still found yourself incredibly attracted to him. There was something...magnetic about him, like the mysterious aura surrounding him draws you in. The warm tingle between your thighs was undeniable as you stood and removed your clothes, tucking them in your bag off to the side before slipping the gown on over your mostly nude body.

Dr. Ren comes back in as soon as you lay back on the chair once again, his timing impeccable. He puts on a surgical mask and rolls the equipment over on a small cart, parking it next to your head.

“We’ll put you under now.”

“W-What?” Your eyes widen. “But the doctor hasn’t even come in yet.”

He glares down at you.

“Must I remind you who the medical professional in the room is?”

“No, sir.” You shake your head, lips pursing as your eyes dart away.

The mask is placed over your nose and mouth.

“Breathe in and out deeply, count to ten.”

Your eyelids grow heavy almost immediately as you begin taking deep breaths, letting the invisible medication into your lungs. 

“One...two...three...four...five...s-six...sev-seven...eigh...t...”

Kylo grins when you’re finally under, body limp as you sleep peacefully under his influence. He loved his job, loved having complete control over someone’s consciousness, loved having the power between life and death.

His cock hardens in his pants as he reclines the chair so that you’re now laying flat. You don’t move a muscle, and he quickly removes his latex gloves along with his mask, tossing them into the bin.

He’s never had a patient like you before, so beautiful, so docile and obedient, so...seemingly innocent. He wants nothing more and would take great pleasure in absolutely ruining you, turning you into his pretty little slut.

The doctor wasn’t even here yet, as you were his first surgery patient today, but Kylo knew without doubt that he needed time alone with you. He needed to have his way with you.

With one last flicker to the locked door, he brings his hand down beneath his trousers and wraps it around his hardened cock, groaning under his breath with the first pump. Your vitals are stable as his other hand begins popping the snaps of your medical gown.

He pulls it open and lets it hang down over the side of the table, exposing your body to him. All you’re wearing is your undergarments, and yet, Kylo’s length pulses in his hand at the sight. You’re truly a sight to behold, even with your intimate areas covered.

You squirm just a bit when the doctor’s large hand grazes over your ankle, but he knows he won’t wake you, not completely anyways. His hand trails up over your calf, then over your thigh, climbing until he reaches the underwire of your flimsy bra. 

There’s not enough time to remove it, to expose your pebbled nipples to his hungry gaze, but he spreads his large hand over the mound, squeezing it gently. In your unconscious state, your back arches slightly and a soft sigh escapes your lips under his touch. 

His hand pumps his cock faster as he bends down and presses a few kisses to the fabric over your nipple, walking around to give your other breast a similar treatment. Then, he walks to the foot of the table and mounts it, kneeling between your legs. 

Both his hands spread out on your inner thighs, gently spreading them apart before tracing his thick, calloused digits across the crotch of your panties. You squirm again, hips subconsciously rocking up to meet his touch.

“That’s a good girl.” He purrs, rubbing small, lazy circles on your clit over the fabric. “Even like this, you still want it. You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Kylo dips his fingers beneath your panties, cock twitching under his pants as his fingers swipe through the considerable amount of slick there. He finds your clit, rubbing it gently, enough to stimulate but not disturb you.

“Look at this...you’re absolutely soaked for me, little dove, and you don’t even know it.”

His hands grip your hips and lift them up as he slides your panties down, revealing the glistening treasure that lay below. He lines a single finger up with your entrance, then pushes it in, growling softly when your cunt clenches.

You stir just a bit, but not nearly enough for him to worry. He lifts his digit up inside you, enjoying the way your hips suddenly jerk as he rubs over the spongy surface of that special spot. Then, he pushes another one of his fingers inside of you, hearing a soft whine from beneath the mask.  

He begins fingering you gently, just enough to prepare you, making sure not to force you back into consciousness. Soon, it became too much for him, and he pulled his digits out gently, observing the slick that coats the two fingers. He brings them up and takes a quick whiff, cupping his clothed erection and squeezing as his tongue pokes out to lick some of the substance off, hips bucking forward at the semi-sweet taste.

“Oh, little one, you’ve got such a tight little pussy. And you taste so good, just as I knew you would.”

The young doctor wipes the rest off on the paper below, then makes quick work of his pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to expose his aching length. It bobs in response, desperate for attention as another bead of precum forms over the slit. His finger spreads the semi-transparent substance over the fat mushroom head, groaning breathily. 

After giving his thick length a few strokes, he brings it down to rub through your slick. They buck forward out of instinct when he slides over your puckered entrance, wanting so badly to be buried inside of you. 

His body leans over you, one hand next to your head as the other lines himself up, aiding in direction as he presses his hips forward, burying himself inside your wet welcoming walls. His eyes flutter shut as he bottoms out, but quickly snap open when you moan.

Luckily, you hadn’t woken up with his intrusion, and he takes a long sigh of relief before drawing back and pressing forward again slowly. The table trembles on its legs, bolts creaking as he fucks you steadily but gently, extra cautious of your vital signs and level of alertness.

Part of him wishes that you were awake, that you could see what he was doing to you and enjoy him, but the feeling of knowing that even unconsciously, you were still wet and tight for him was one too good to resist. It was all so arousing; an ego feeding greater than his regular days work could ever offer.

Your face scrunches in pleasure with more rolls of his hips, moaning and whimpering each time he buries himself inside you. They’re all so gentle, your noises, and Kylo finds himself lost in each quiet breath.

“Good girl--fuck--oh, good girl.” He says quietly, using every bit of his willpower to keep from pounding into you. “Such a good little cunt, taking my cock so well.”

You tighten around him, then, and he growls, fists clenching next to your head. His teeth grind together as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, feeling his climax approaching quickly.

“T-That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

His head hangs, eyes squeezing shut. He’s close, now, and his own noises get a little bit louder and a lot more frequent as his balls begin to pull and tighten.

“Gonna cum, little dove, you’re g-gonna make me cum so hard with this tight pussy.”

Unbenounced to him, you wake up slightly, eyes opening just a crack. You see him on top of you, body flexing with each thrust, and you feel the obvious intrusion in your lower half. You’re surprisingly not bothered by it, nor do you feel uncomfortable with it. Before you can think on it further, you slip back into the blackness.

He can’t cum inside you, he knows that, so just as he teeters on orgasm, he pulls out as gently as he can and drags his pulsing cock against your lower stomach as thick white ropes paint your soft skin.

“O-Oh y-yes...so good, d-dove.”

Kylo takes himself through orgasm and right into oversensitivity, pulling away and sitting up when this happens. His length softens, the extra skin re-covering his head as it does so. He tucks himself back into his pants, prepares a wet cloth and wipes the cum from your abdomen before pulling your panties back up over your used cunt. 

His fingers quickly re-button your gown and he runs a quick hand through his hair before the doctor comes in, completely oblivious as to what’s just happened. Kylo greets him nonchalantly and takes his place off to the side as the doctor begins the surgery.

Your eyes flutter open lazily, grogginess hitting as you awaken a couple of hours later. Immediately, you feel the pain in your mouth, but more noticeably, you feel a certain ache in your lower half. You have no recollection of what you saw, as this memory is now trapped in your subconscious, but somehow you just sort of knew what’d happened.

You’re disgusted at yourself that you don’t mind the idea, that you don’t feel violated or like you’d been assaulted. You should feel those things, he did those things without your express permission, but...you don’t.

In fact, you feel as if your feelings for the mysterious doctor have grown even stronger. The gaping hole he’d left, the orgasm he’d robbed you of, just ached to be fulfilled. It was an itch you couldn’t scratch, sensations you couldn’t recreate on your own.

Only he could satisfy this desire, this need. 

And, as you sit up slowly and the doctor debriefs you, you know that you must fulfill this new destiny: Find Dr. Ren and make him yours once again.

[jadegrey711]

Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood

Kylo Ren x Rey

A/N: I decided to make a very late or very early Halloween treat for everyone and make another vampire Kylo Ren post. It’s pretty short and I’m not sure if I’m going to add on to it later on and make it a bit more smutty but I just love leaving my writing off on one-liners lmao. 

It’s not a continuation of my other one but one I got inspired for because of this picture from vivisketches on Instagram. If you haven’t seen her stuff yet I would highly recommend checking out her art cuz she is amazing. Most definitely part of the pantheon of Reylo goddesses who bless us with content!

Here’s the link to her Insta and the drawing she posted! 

Summary:

Kylo Ren a vampire decides to have fun this Halloween and enjoy the first full halloween moon in a few years and seduces Rey at a college party who’s dressed as little red riding hood.

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

Soundtrack 

1999- Prince 

Lil’ Red Riding Hood - Sam the Sham and the Pharohs

Magic Man - Heart 

This certainly wasn't his normal hunting grounds but it was halloween night and the moon was full and he was in the mood for some trouble. The vampire had chuckled when he’d chosen his costume and looked at himself in the mirror. He took in the sight of himself dressed in one of his old white shirts from another life, a pair of leather britches, black riding boots and to top it all off; a black cloak with a red silk lining. He chuckled to himself, truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This had to be the most dastardly plan he’d come up with, a true creature of the night walking amongst the humans who were playing pretend at being a monster only for a real monster to be walking amongst them tonight playing human. 

He was just walking and enjoying the night, enjoying the sounds of shrieks, screams and laughter of others enjoying the magic of the night. When he found himself at a college fraternity, they were having their own fun in the form of a halloween party, Kylo smiled to himself as he walked up the steps of the fraternity and immersed himself with the rest of the humans, officially on the hunt. 

***

Rey used to adore celebrating Halloween, obviously dressing up was her favorite part apart from gorging on candy that is. But recently with all her loads of classwork that she’s been doing and trying to finish up her bachelors’ she’s been too exhausted to even notice it was halloween. That is until her best friend and roommate Rose, ripped off her headphones and almost scared Rey half to death as she came face to face with a zombie bride. 

“Jesus!” Rey screeched as she clutched her hand to her chest.  “You scared me half to death Rose!” 

Rose just smiled and said. “Thank you! I worked really hard on this outfit and on Finn’s so I’m excited I actually got to scare someone with it!” She said excitedly. “But, where’s your costume? You’re not going as a zombie student are you?” 

“I’m not going as anything because I have to study.” 

“What! You have to go out tonight! It’s a full moon! On Halloween!” Rose said pointing outside Rey’s little window and saw the full moon blazing down at her and all the other girls and ghouls that were prowling the campus in search of candy and a good time. 

“Wow.” Rey said revertely as she stared up at that bright moon shining down on her. “How often does a full moon occur on Halloween?”

“Not very often so let’s go! Get up and out of that chair, turn off the laptop and let’s see if I have a costume for you.” 

Rey watched as Rose spirited to her closet and flung open the close doors to reveal her repertoire of costumes that she kept year round. I guess having a theater major as your roommate did come in handy sometimes. 

“Oh! What about this?” Rose asked as she pulled out a red riding hood costume, with corset and all. “It’s a classic costume, very sexy, and also helps keep out the cold later on in the night. Maybe when you have to do a walk of victory at the end of the night.” Rose chuckled. 

“It has a corset Rose!” 

“It’s not as bad as everyone always makes them out to be, they actually help with your posture and besides it’ll make your boobs look killer, take it from me.” Rose winked and just then Finn decided to come into the room in all his gory zombie groom state. 

“I know first hand that they do.” He chuckled as he fully came into the room and came up to Rose and gave her a chaste kiss so they wouldn't mess up each other’s makeup. 

Rose let out a satisfied little hum and threw the outfit at Rey. “No more fighting, we’re going to have so much fun tonight. And you need a break from studying, maybe you need to have some tall handsome stranger ring your bell to get you out of this study stupor you’ve been in all month. It’s like I’ve been living with an actual zombie!”

Rey just chuckled to herself and knew there was no fighting her bestfriend or the corset she’d just put in her lap. And instead she decided to get swept away in the magic of the night. 

**

Rey thought she wouldn’t have any fun at the halloween party that was happening at Finn’s fraternity, but all the fraternity guys seemed to be cool, played decent music and always kept her drink full. Rose had been right, this is exactly what Rey needed tonight. She needed to let loose for a night, dance and get drunk, although it looked like the handsome stranger bit wasn’t going to be happening tonight. Which she thought was a bit of a shame since she was definitely feeling herself in this corset; another thing Rose was right about and Rey would most definitely hear just how right Rose was in the morning. 

As Rey poured herself another drink, suddenly the song changed from the thumping beat of Prince’s 1999, to a slower song and definitely older song, Rey realised as she recognized the opening howl of Sam The Sham and the Pharoh’s Lil Red Riding Hood. And as she looked up from where she was pouring her next beer, her eyes locked onto a pair of dark alluring eyes from across the room. Rey felt transfixed to these dark eyes, that felt like they belonged to a predator and a part of her; a primal part confirmed her suspicions and demanded that she run as far and as fast she could. 

Rey tampered the voice in her mind and tried to calm her suddenly racing heart as she wretched her eyes away from the dark eyes that seemed to command her to him. Rey didn’t dare look back at the stranger lounging on the wall in the fear that she wouldn’t be able to look away next time. But, that awful sense of curiosity filled her, tempted her to look at the stranger again; but Rey knew what happened to that cat who let curiosity get the best of them. Rey decided after another swig of her beer that she’d take another look at him, that feeling of dread was just her imagination getting the better of her, the halloween night air filling her head with visions of dark strangers. 

However, when Rey looked back up to where the stranger was lounging on the back wall he was gone. Rey furrowed her eyebrows and looked around for the stranger but he was nowhere on the dance floor or anywhere near where he first was; maybe she had imagined him. 

Rey turned around to fill her beer again and bumped into a large chest and felt strong arms wrap around her, bracing her so she wouldn’t fall on her ass. When she looked up to thank her savior and apologize, she was struck with terror and awe as those dark eyes pierced her soul. 

“Hey there lil red riding hood.”

[a-pretty-nerd]

Rebellion

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 1

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 2551

Warnings: Themes of depression, emotional abuse, and violence.

A/N: I'm kinda obsessed with Shigaraki.

I think he's just a wonderfully well written character that not even I can get my head around 100%. He's like Kylo Ren...but way better and with actual values, not good values, but values. Anyways, I'm super excited to be writing this because the last series I wrote was also a villiany character thing but it was less work to work out the characters because one was an actualy psychopath were as Shigaraki isn't even a sociopath, he's just a survivor of truama and grooming and his own hate so I'm really excited to play with it! DON'T FORGET! I have a Patreon acc if you wanna support me there, you can make requests and vote for new content and join my discord! Thanks for reading!💕

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Prologue Chapter 2 

"So, how do you like teaching?"

You asked as you played with the small bowl of Udon in your hand. All Might looked up from his bowl. The past month had been uneventful and lousy. There were little opportunities to spend time together and when you did, it was awkward and hopeless. It was hard to open up, apart of you just couldn’t bring yourself to get personal with him. You still had a little time left, you were hoping it would just a slow and gradual change, but a change none-the-less. 

“I enjoy it more than I thought I would.” 

“You miss hero work?” 

“It’s more frustrating than anything. Not being able to really do anything anymore. I was used to be the symbol of peace and now I’m just...” 

“Normal?” You asked. The insinuation clearly made him uncomfortable, his shoulders relaxed and let out a sad sigh. 

“As normal as a retired hero can be.” You felt bad for his, really, he looked so sad and defeated. 

“What is it they say back home? Teachers are the real heroes. They define and build the future by teaching future generations. Right? So really, you’re still a hero. Just in a different way, right?” He looked up at you with a small twinkle in his eyes. His lips slowly curled into a reluctant smile. 

“I guess you’re right.” The apartment fell silent again as you ate your meal. Finally, he broke it again. “So, two majors. That must have been a lot of work, what made you get two?” 

“The deal was if I could get scholarships for both, I could study what I wanted. Just as long as I got a law degree too. As a , quote, ‘backup’.” 

“A backup? I though forensic science is a pretty stable thing anyways.” 

“Forensic psychology, and yeah, it is. She told me she wouldn’t support me if I didn’t get the law degree.” 

“Wouldn’t support you? That’s a little harsh, but I thought you got a lot of scholarships to pay for it all.” You sighed at his ignorance. Apart of you had forgotten how little he really knew about you. It stung to even think about. 

“Well, I had a bit of an incident freshmen year and I lost them.” 

“An incident?” 

“Yeah. I had a bit of a breakdown. I’m fine now. I just lost everything and I had to take a lot of makeup courses so I could graduate on time.” You tried to avoid eye contact by looking out the window and onto the city at night. 

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped. Money’s no object, you could have-” 

“It’s fine. It’s not like she couldn’t afford it. Besides, it’s all done now and I have more opportunities. I have a job lined up as soon as I get home anyways. Everything’s fine now.” You brushed it off. 

“You can come to me for things, y’ know. I know I wasn’t around much when you were a kid but I’m here now. I was hoping this trip would help us reconnect.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“How is your mom doing, by the way?” 

“Oh, she’s fine. She got married again recently. Nice gal.” 

“Oh yeah? What happened to the last wife?” You shrugged. 

“I don’t know, it’s always something with her. Sucks, I really liked Sandra.” 

“Yeah, they seemed really good together. Do you at least keep in contact with Sandra? You guys were close, right?” 

“Yeah, she was there at my graduation. I miss her a lot.” 

“Do you not like the new girl?” 

“I don’t know her enough to know really. I didn’t even know mom was dating someone. She’s not much older than me though.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, y’ know people expect this kind of thing from a Dad but I guess Mom’s always been the type to break stereotypes. I don’t get what you ever saw in her.” All Might chuckled as she scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“It was a long time ago, we were different people back then.” 

“Yeah, I know.” The conversation fizzled out from there. “Are you done?” You asked him as you finished your bowl. He looked down at the empty thing. 

“Oh, yeah.” 

“I got it.” You took it from his hand and got up to toss the little bowls of takeout away. He stood and cleaned up the rest of the table before dropping dishes in the sink and walking over to the couch. 

“What do you want to watch tonight?” He asked as he sat down and turned on the TV. 

“Um, I was gonna go to the gym for a little if that’s okay.” You said as you shuffled your coat over your shoulders and adjusted it. He looked up at you, a little surprised, or was that disappointment? 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.” 

“See you.” You waved as you threw your backpack over your shoulder and headed out the door. You locked the door behind you with the spare key and shoved it into your bag before going on your way. Usually, the gym would be empty at this time of night. You were a little disappointed to find you weren’t alone. Another man was running on a treadmill across the gym. You continued with your routine regardless. Pretty soon you were left alone to go about your business. 

You didn’t love to workout, it wasn’t the physical aspect that you enjoyed so much. You just liked the peace, being left alone to your own devices, and having people respect your privacy. You could plug in with your headphones and zone out for a while in the name of exercise. Sure, the strong body you’d acquired was nice and all, but you didn’t work out for appearances, not anymore. 

Sometimes you pushed yourself a little too hard, it was easy to. It was easy to ignore yourself at this rate. Easy to brush yourself aside, your wants, your needs, your desires, it was too easy to push aside and give in. It was so ingrained in your being to ignore yourself, that you barely even noticed how badly you were hurting. The constriction of your chest, the struggle to breathe properly was normal now. You hardly even noticed how dehydrated you were until your vision began to darken and your body started to crumble. You came out of your train of thought panting and sweating profusely. You reached for your water bottle and began to huff as you drank desperately from it. 

You gave yourself a long moment before the heavy feeling overcame you and you shuffled helplessly to the bathroom before hunching over, and spilling your guts in the toilet. You cursed at yourself, scolding yourself for working yourself sick. You stood in the cold shower for longer than you probably should have, your body shaking under the water as it ran smoothly over your form. You closed your eyes and tried to relax the best you could. 

Then you heard footsteps. What time was it? There usually isn’t anyone there at this hour. You turned off the shower to dry yourself off and to listen to the sound. The footsteps came around the corner to the showers before stopping abruptly. Weird. This is a little too weird. The silence felt wrong, felt suspicious. Then you heard the breathing, louder and louder until you knew it was right outside your shower stall. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you began to panic. Normally, you could manage in a fight, but you had overworked yourself now. Your stomach was empty, your muscle ached, and your head was pounding. You felt sick. 

The silence was broken with the harsh sound of the shower curtain flying open. On the other side, a girl with a big bright, twisted smile lunged at you. She held a knife over her head and swung. You threw yourself to the shower wall, missing the blade as it came down. You pushed yourself out of the small space, clinging to your towel to cover yourself. You ran to the bathroom door, only to find a man standing in your way. The man lurking in the gym before. Your stomach dropped with fear as you gawked up at him. Now you could see him, a scar carved into his forehead. You watched him as you back away from his advancements, he pulled a mask over his head to complete his costume before he spoke. 

“Hold still now-Sorry about this!” He shouted at you before reaching out to grab ahold of you. 

“I got her!” The girl declared as she came from behind and grabbed ahold of you by your arm. She held the knife to your throat and tucked her chin in between your neck and shoulder. 

“Let me go!” You struggled against her, unable to push her off, unable to think of what to do. Unable to lift a finger at this rate. Your body cried out in defiance of your movements, the sick feeling rushed through your body and into your vision. Everything went blurry, and then everything went black. 

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself clothed. Everything was still black, you realized there was a blindfold over your eyes and bindings on your wrists and ankles. You took deep breathes as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Pressure, you felt pressure on either side of you. You were sitting. 

“She’s waking up.” The girl’s voice came from your right side. 

“Man, she really took a tumble!” The man’s voice came from your left. 

“I didn’t think it’d be that easy to grab her. You’d think the daughter of the number 1 hero would be a better fight.” The girl. 

“Doesn’t look like she has a quirk either, otherwise she would have used it, right?” Another man’s voice spoke from farther away. A car, you were in a car. It was moving, taking left and right turns. The voice now must be the driver. 

“She looks sick-She looks fine!” The man’s voice to your left spoke. 

“We’re close.” The driver spoke. The car turned another corner and pulled into a secluded garage before parking. 

“Come on, girly. He’ll be so happy to see you!” The girl giggled as she pulled you by the elbow out of the car. You still felt sick, hardly able to walk, especially with the ropes around your ankles. 

“Up ya go!” The man’s voice came from behind before you felt large hands grab ahold of you. They picked you up and held you like a baby as the man’s torso leaned back to properly carry you. He walked with you in his arms through a door and into a building. It was much warmed inside. 

“That the kid?” Another man spoke. 

“You wouldn’t believe how easy it was to nab her!” The girl cheered as she followed. You heard a lot of shuffling before he finally sat you down into a chair. From there, you were restrained further. 

“Not what I expected.” A raspy voice spoke from far away in the room. The blindfold was finally removed and light-flooded your view. It took you a second to make out figures, then the details of those figures, then the details of the room. It appeared to be the living space for an abandoned home. 

“You sure you got the right kid? I thought they’d be younger.” A man from the back of the room spoke. He held his arms tightly across his chest. His patchwork face starring you down in distaste. 

“100%!-Not sure!” 

“It’s All Might’s own flesh and blood alright! We’ve been watching them for weeks!” You shook in your seat as you looked up at the girl who boasted. A man with a face covered by a single hand stood from his seat across the room. He lurked closer and closer until he loomed over you. One red eye stared down at you as you stared back at it. 

“Are you really All Might’s daughter?” The raspy voice asked. You watched him for a moment before responding. 

“What do you want?” You croaked. He paused and stood up straight before looking back at the others. 

“Why is her hair wet?” He asked the girl. 

“We caught her off guard! Got her in the shower. She just passed out too, poor thing. Her body just gave out. Had to dress her myself.” Your face went hot with embarrassment and fear. 

“What’s her quirk?” 

“Doesn’t look like she has one.” The lizard-man spoke as he entered the room from the back door you came through. Red-eye looked back down at you. 

“What do you want?” You repeated. 

“You look pale. You sick or something?” He ignored you and changed the subject. 

“No. What do you want?” You insisted. 

“She looks sick, get her some water or something.” He groaned before walking away and sitting back down on a couch nearby. 

“What do you want with me?” 

“Should we tell her?” Patchwork asked Red-eye. 

“What? That’ll ruin the surprise!” The girl said with a face of glee. 

“I don’t know anything about the Heroes if you’re looking for information.” You spat helplessly. 

“Oh, we don’t need information.” Patchwork lulled. 

“Your accent, it’s American, isn’t it?” The girl smiled at you. 

“She’s American?” 

“That’s right, she flew in ‘bout a month ago to visit Daddy. And judging by her Japanese, she doesn’t visit much.” 

“She doesn’t know who we are, does she?” Patchwork spoke as he approached your chair. You stared up at him before he leaned over. 

“I don’t know names, but I have a pretty good idea who I’m dealing with.” You spoke softly. 

“And who do you think we are?” He purred. 

“The League of Villians.” Suddenly a sharp, raspy laugh rattled the room. Red-eye was hunched over giggling to himself on the couch before he stood and walked back over to you. He shoed patchwork away and knelt down to look up at you. He looked you in the eyes. 

“Bingo.” He smiled under the hand that covered his face. 

“What do you want with me? Clearly you know where All Might lives, why not hit him there? I can’t give you any information about UA either.” 

“I’m no low-life murderer, Y/L/N. I have bigger plans for you.” 

“You’re not trying to recruit me, are you?” He let out another chuckle at you. 

“No. You see, it would be easy to take All Might out now that he’s retired, that’s not the point. The symbol of peace is done for, people know that. What they can’t seem to understand is that its not just All Might that’s done for. It’s all heroes. They’ll see that when not even the world’s best heroes can get you back.” 

“So you’re going to kill me.” You murmured. He reached up and removed the hand from his face. He scared face peeking out from behind his shaggy hair. 

“Why would I kill my most valuable player? We’re not going to hurt you, we’re just going to keep you for as long as we need until the show is over.” He stood up finally and looked down at you once again. His face was almost, handsome.

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Kitten X

I can’t, and i can’t stress this enough, believe this frivolous ho has written a 10 part series. I mean, granted, a lot of it is straight porn. But still.  I love these two. Lets marry them.   Yes i did cry writing this because i am ridiculous and emotionally attached. 

To catch up on this series please refer to my master post. 

(this looks like a wedding photo right?!)

Kylo Ren AU x Reader Warnings: disgusting levels of fluff, mentions of pregnancy, NSFW

 9 months later

“Better late than never!” Your mom smiled as she laced up the back of your gown.

“Oh come on, I’m hardly an old maid at 34 mother.” you sighed, rolling your eyes. 

“I know, I know darling, we are very happy for you, your father and I. We were just worried we would be in the grave before you ever settled down” She patted your shoulder, “you look lovely.” 

-

Your parents were old school. You were their only child, and they had you later in life after a long battle with infertility. Had they planned your life things would be very different. They had found your focus on academia and career baffling, failing to understand how it was more fulfilling than settling down and starting a family. 

They meant well, they really did, and despite your contrasting beliefs on many matters, you remained close. 

Kylo had survived a family Christmas, your mom was particularly smitten with him. He had survived 1000 questions, photo albums, extremely dubious political chat and constant hints about grandchildren. Every night you had apologized profusely, he just chuckled and told you they really weren’t that bad. 

Kylo proposed in mid-January, booking out the entire the Italian restaurant you had your first date in. You had accepted through sobs, as the staff all clapped and cheered. 

-

It was now August, and the leaves were changing colour, the days slightly cooler and shorter. 

You had planned an intimate wedding in a downtown Hotel that you both loved the historical architecture of. In attendance were a handful of friends and family, uninterested in a big showy affair, you had opted on quality rather than quantity. 

Your metallic silk gown made you feel beautiful. The corset design accentuated your figure, and the deep v neckline was sexy yet tasteful. The gown evoked 1920s glamour, and you had your hair styled and makeup applied to echo the era.

Your father even became misty eyed when he saw you, “Like an old-hollywood beauty, you look lovely sweetheart.” He said gruffly, trying to discreetly dab his eyes. 

-

Heart pounding, you waited outside the doors of the small ceremony room clutching your father's arm. 

Cat Power - Sea of Love began to play softly. 

You were already blinking back tears as you stepped through the doors, Kylo’s head snapping up from where he stood at the front of the room. 

He didn’t, for one second, take his eyes off you as you made your ascent up the aisle. 

Kylo shook your father's hand when you made it to the front, he then placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Y/n, babe, you look fucking incredible, so beautiful, Kitten.” 

“Thank you”, you beamed, “you look so handsome.”

He did. In a classic tuxedo, Kylo looked very dapper. His eyes shone with emotion. 

-

Time seemed to go at warp speed as you tried to soak everything up, remember every detail. How Kylo couldn’t take his eyes off you. How he whispered ‘my wife’ into your ear every so often, like he was in disbelief. How your mom and Jan clutched each other and dabbed their eyes during your vows. How Luke beamed at Kylo and clapped him on the back, expressing his pride. 

As Kylo took your hand for the first dance, your heart swelled as the opening notes of Into my arms by Nick Cave played. You had told Kylo to pick a song and not tell you what it was.

His arm circled your waist and pulled your body to his. 

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you

Your eyes swam with tears for the upteenth time as he kissed the top of your head before resting his forehead against your own. 

“Don’t cry Kitten.” He teased, his own eyes glossy. 

You sang the words of the next verse softly to him. 

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms

As the chorus played tears were running silently down your cheeks now, as happiness, gratitude and love overwhelmed you.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Kylo wiped the tears away with his thumbs as he cupped your face, kissing your lips softly. 

And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true

“My angel.” He hummed, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Other couples joined you on the floor, there weren’t many dry eyes to be seen. 

You chuckled softly, nodding towards Jan “you better dance with Jan after this baby.” 

Her face was blotchy from crying, as she looked on, radiating so much joy that Kylo couldn’t help but grin. 

But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she'll keep returning Always and evermore

“Perfect song choice.” You sighed, as it came to a close.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

-

You blinked and it was over. 

The honeymoon suite in the hotel was yours for the night.

“Let’s go consummate this holy union Mrs Ren” Kylo murmured playfully into your ear as you both walked into the elevator. 

You giggled, buzzed on the champagne coursing through your veins. 

“I can’t believe I have a husband.” You grinned, running your fingers down the lapels of his jacket. 

“Can’t believe I bagged such a fucking hot wife.” He mirrored your grin, eyes dancing with mischief as you slapped his chest in mock shock. 

The elevator dinged, and Kylo led you to the door of the suite.

“Can’t wait to kick these shoes off.” You sighed.

“Can’t wait to rip your dress off.” He replied, opening the door. 

“Rip this dress and I will divorce you, Ren.” you deadpanned. 

“You wound me, Kitten.” He winked, shrugging off his jacket.

You quickly stepped into the bathroom and slipped out of your dress. The lingerie beneath was as important as the dress. White and luxurious, the delicate lace bustier and thong accentuate your curves, stockings were held up by straps connected to the bustier. You primped your hair slightly before re-emerging and leaning against the door frame. 

“So what- oh fuuuuuuuuuck!” Kylo stopped dead, midway through undoing his cuff links. 

You raised your eyebrow with a smug smile, “what were you saying?”

“I was going to ask what you wanted to do…. if you wanted some more champagne.” He gestured blindly at the bottle next to the bed, eyes drinking you in.

“What I want,” you began walking toward him, as he sat on the edge of the bed, “is for my husband to make love to me,” You purred, stopping in front of him and bending over, resting your hands on his thighs, “then yes, I will have some more champagne, preferably in a bubble bath.”

“Babe, right now you could ask for anything and I would give it to you.” His voice a bit deeper, as you stood back up, his fingers ghosting down your sides. 

You did a slow twirl, “do you like?” 

He nodded dumbly, like his brain was short circuiting. 

Clutching your waist he pulled you between his legs and kissed along your collarbone. 

You loved how far his hands were able to reach around your waist, you felt so safe in those big hands. 

You sighed happily as his mouth moved down, teasing your covered nipples with his tongue.

Reaching for his shirt you began fumbling with his buttons, as his hands slid down and cupped your bottom, squeezing gently.

“Lay on the bed.” Kylo murmurs against your skin. 

You make a show of crawling into the middle of the plush mattress, wiggling your ass before laying down and propping yourself up on your elbows. 

“Fucking hellllllllllllll, that is my wife!” His smile devilish and smug and he strips off his remaining clothing. 

“Kylo?” he pauses and looks up, just as he is about to pull down his trousers. “I’m not on birth control anymore.” 

You chew your lip nervously as it dawns on him what you are insinuating. 

“Do you want to-” he began, eyes wide.

“I mean, only if-” 

“YES, yes! Fuck! babe, are you serious?” The hope and glee on Kylo’s face was enough to make you melt into a puddle. 

“I want nothing more than my husband to put a baby in me.” you couldn’t help grinning at how those words sounded coming out of your mouth, kind of ridiculous but kind of...erotic? 

Apparently Kylo found it very bloody erotic. He was buck naked in seconds and crawling over you, caging you beneath him, his rock hard cock prodding your stomach.

You arched your back as he dragged his nose down into the valley between your breasts, burying his face in between them with a soft moan. He unclasped your bra, tossing it off the bed while he admired your breasts, as they sat naturally. 

“Perfect tits.” he murmured, tweaking a nipple, you gasped- then whimpered as he quickly soothed the sting with his mouth. 

Gripping behind your knees, Kylo pushed your legs up and out beside your torso. He kept his hands there, spreading you wide, running his mouth over the lace of your thong as you desperately tried to thrust.

“These panties are very damp Kitten.” He breathed, finally letting go of your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.” You replaced his hands with your own.

He tugged the flimsy fabric aside and pressed a kiss on your clit. 

“Fuck.” You hissed. 

He pushed one finger, then another into your sopping cunt, scissoring them slightly to stretch you out.

Keeping his fingers inside you, working you into a fit of whines and whimpers, Kylo scaled your body, seeking your mouth with his own. Hot and heavy kisses as his fingers continued pumping, your hand wrapped around his hard length.

He removed his fingers and positioned you on your side so you were leaning into your elbow. He straddled your bottom leg and pulled the thong aside, pushing into your warmth with a grunt and he settled behind you. You twisted back so your mouths could meet again as his hand found your breast. 

It wasn’t fevered fucking, it was passionate and luxurious love making. His hand roaming your body, tracing your curves. His mouth kissed you, peppered kisses down your neck and over your shoulder. 

“My wife.” He murmured in your ear, on more than one occasion. 

You whimpered and moaned, the position meant he could get deep inside you, hit your g spot relentlessly as he thrust his hips. 

You came with a cry as his fingers expertly worked your clit, he followed soon after as your whispered sweet sentiments in his ear. 

The second he pulled out, he was elevating your hips, shoving pillows under your butt.

“Ahh...what the fuck are you doing?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Keeping my cum in you.” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You barked out a laugh, but he was deadly serious, “stay there and i’ll run the bath.”

You watched with an amused smile, from your ridiculous position as he grabbed the champagne and glasses and disappeared into the bathroom. 

-

As Kylo led you into the bathroom you gasped, there were candles on every surface and a small table next to the large bath held a bunch of roses, the champagne, strawberries and a gift bag. 

“Did you organise all this…” you looked at Kylo in wonder. 

He just nodded silently, studying your face as if to gauge your reaction. 

“This is beautiful, thank you.” you said softly, pressing a kiss on his lips. 

He began to undress you, pulling off the remainder of your lingerie before helping you into the large tub. 

“Oh my god this is heavenly!” you groaned, sinking into the hot water. Your aching feet from a day in heels soothed. 

Kylo pulled you into him and you rested your head back against his chest with a happy sigh. 

He reached and pulled a red box from the bag next to the bath. 

“Kitten, for you.” he smiled, as you hurriedly dried your hands and took the box. 

“Kylo! Jesus Christ!” you breathed, recognising the unmistakable design of the jewellery box as that of Cartier. 

You opened it slowly, revealing a beautiful gold necklace. The round pendant was inlaid with what was surely diamonds. You gaped at it, silently.

“Is it ok?” Kylo sounded slightly worried. 

You handed it to him blindly, “can you put it on me please, baby?” your voice wobbling. 

You traced the circle gently as he fastened it, before turning around completely, “what do you think?” you asked.

“Perfect.” he smiled adoringly. 

“I love it, but i didn’t get you anything! I feel-!” you fretted. 

“Y/n, you married me. That’s enough for me, forever.” 

“If you could stop making me cry that would be really great.” you sniffed, wiping your eyes, “I’m dehydrated from all this crying.” 

He grinned, pulling you into his lap and handing you a glass on bubbles. 

“Drink this and stop blubbering, silly Kitten.” he teased. 

You flicked water at him. 

-

You ate room service in fluffy robes at 2 in the morning, before collapsing into the bed, exhausted from the day. 

You snuggled into the warmth of his body, right when you were drifting off Kylo began thinking aloud.

“We need to get you on prenatal vitamins babe, and i’ll find ask the board who the best OBGYN is, we should really get you in there as soon-”

“Baby, i love you, but please shut up and go to sleep.” you mumbled, sleepily.

-----

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[sandsofoneiros]

The Senator

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the canon characters. However, those OCs belong to me. Will fight for them. This is the first part of the series and I know this isn't a lot but it'll grow as I write the other parts.

Warning: Sort of angsty. There's mentions of a panic/anxiety attack. Sensory overload.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OFC. (established friendship. they also hooked up before.)

Word count: 1780

I didn't tag anyone because I wasn't sure if anyone would want to be since this isn't a long part. So, let me know if you want to be tagged. This does follow after the Insomnia series that isn't really complete but you don't have to read it to read this. I also was lazy and linked the dress she was wearing. So, don't judge me.

Fingers trailed over the dress that was hung up. It was magnificent. She expected nothing less from her mother and aunt. If only her mom were here to see the gown that she had started all those years ago. Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes continued to follow the patterns of her dress. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It wasn’t long ago that she had fought on Exegol alongside the other members of the Resistance. Her soul ached at the memory. They had lost that day. She recognizes the fear that she felt, and it had lessened none since she came back to Naboo. Her place was here now, she would fight from here now. Leaving the Resistance hadn’t been easy and was met with many protests from a few parties. However, they came around when she asserted her concerns about her home planet and the rest of the galaxy.

“A soldier turned senator. Never dreamed I would see the day.” The familiar voice of Kaydel caused Ro to spin around. She couldn’t believe that the other woman was here, given with how busy the Resistance was. It had been hard to keep in contact with them, and she feared it would become harder. It was rumored that Kylo and the Final Order had set their sights on Naboo.

“Kaydel! You made it!” The tears openly fell, and she rushed to embrace her best friend. It had been months since they had seen each other. She sniffled slightly as she held onto the other. Kaydel was one of her connections to the Resistance. The other one hadn’t spoken to her since she had left. That one had hurt the most.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world! You look well.”

Kaydel had pulled back from their hug and looked Ro over. Ro had to praise the ladies that had taken all morning preparing her hair and makeup. It wasn’t a lot, but it masked the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Coming home was wonderful, but sleep still eluded her. She hadn’t had a restful sleep in quite some time. She had avoided falling asleep. Too much took place in her dreams. They reiterated too many memories. Night after night of waking up from the horrors, she had relied on caf instead of sleep. It had grown into a routine. It was easier than facing the root of the problem.

“Thank you. It took the entire staff to make me this beautiful.”

Ro giggled before fiddling with the sash of her robe. The pit of tummy was stirring with excitement now that her best friend was here. The ceremony didn’t seem to be too bad now. She wouldn’t be alone. However, there was a question that rested at the back of her mind, but she did her best to ignore it.

“Go ahead. I know you want to ask about him.”

Ro bit her cheek. Nothing ever went past Kaydel Connix. She had been under General Organa and picked up all that she could. She even styled her hair like the former General, but all of them had. It was a way to honor Leia. It still hurt that they had lost her, and especially during this time. They needed her now more than ever, but she was gone. She had given them all the tools that they needed, but they all worried if they could do it. Sighing, she glanced back to her dress. Did she truly need to ask about General Dameron? Did she even have that right anymore? Things had changed now, and she wasn’t part of the Resistance anymore. Their time was over, or that’s what she told herself each night. Still, those nights and stolen hours were close to her heart.

“Has he jumped in an x-wing and blown anything up lately?”

This caused both the women to giggle as they made their way back towards the fore room. She wanted to spend some free time catching up with Kaydel. The ceremony was a few hours away, and she needed to settle her nerves. Sitting on the sectional couch, Ro waited to hear what her friend had to say.

“Well, we tried putting him at a desk, but you know Poe. He’s more of a man of action. He can’t remain still. He’s been flying to all the bases and checking in with them. Doing his finest to vex the Final Order. He’s tired. . . .”

That sounded like Poe. He was constantly moving. The pilot never knew when to stop, notably with saving the galaxy. He was constantly the one for the job. No one else could do it. Those moments where she roamed the base waiting on him to return from whatever mission he had gone on, the nightmares after being captured by the First Order, and the headaches that he neglected. It constantly drove his mind and body past the point of exhaustion. A never-ending cycle.

“Sounds like him.”

What more was there to say? Poe wouldn’t be here tonight, and she realized that. He was somewhere else, fighting. He was fighting for the galaxy and he didn’t have the time for some celebration, even if it was for her. They had merely been a fling. A means of releasing tension and stress during such a troublesome time. Although Ro couldn’t help that she had fallen for him. It had happened before she could even stop herself. It was difficult to identify when she had fallen for the pilot but one thing remained; she wasn’t over those feelings. She thought of him each day and night. Aurora would stare at the stars and wonder if he was flying up there. It was a dream that he might even be here tonight. Yet, there was nothing wrong with wishing.

“How are you and Thalia doing? I know the long distance has made her miss you more.”

Ro smirked as she teased her about the relationship she had with her little sister. She never witnessed a more loving pair. They supported one another. Thalia had remained in the Resistance to support Kaydel. Upon learning that Ro would be a Senator of Naboo, Thalia had come back to support her sister. She had even applied to be Ro’s assistant. Kaydel had supported the decision, but was adjusting to the distance. Thalia had picked up the position with no trouble and had Ro on the right track. Never overwhelming her with meetings and making sure she actually had breaks. She had been the one in charge of sending the message about her ceremony.

“Well, she made sure that I didn’t leave the room this morning until she said.”

A small piece of Ro envied that. Ro listened as Kaydel filled her in on all the details about Resistance projects. Projects that she would try to help with funding. She informed her that Finn and Rose would arrive later. Rey was training for when she had to face Kylo again. But Ro had little faith in the Jedi anymore. She had insisted there was good in that man, Ro had never heard such bantha shit in her life but held her tongue. That was Leia and Han’s son, but there was no light. Nothing could persuade Ro otherwise.

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“Stop messing with your hair, Senator.” The youthful queen, Seraphina, teased as she slid her arm through Ro’s. The queen had just turned fifteen, and Ro couldn’t imagine how she was handling all this. Her hands kept fumbling with the curls that they had styled her burgundy waves into. This night was for her and she had done her best to speak to everyone that Thalia told her would be important. However, the queen had swept her around the room and introduced her to virtually everyone. Ro thought Seraphina thought of her as an older sister. She had plenty of practice with Thalia.

“Forgive me, m’lady. Nerves.” Ro spoke before peering around the room. Hoping to catch the sight of dark curls or see a dazzling smile. Instead, she watched people dancing and chatting amongst each other. Even in this crowded room with some of her friends, she felt more lonely than usual.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you. One of the other senators has shown interest. His name is Ignis. I think you might be close in age. I wouldn’t get too comfortable with him. He’s sly.” Seraphina spoke as she gave a nod to the man that Ro assumed was Ignis. He was tall and lean with golden blond hair that was long and braided over his shoulder. She had recalled meeting him when she had first met with the Queen. He and the others had interviewed her for what seemed like hours.

Ro let out an unsteady breath as she thought of being in that room and having to answer so many questions. Her chest felt stiff, and the music was only getting louder. Everything was growing louder. Her breathing was becoming strained, and she barely could excuse herself from Seraphina. Her vision was blurring. Everything was moving in slow motion and she felt sick to her stomach. She needed to leave this ball room! Tears were building up as she pressed past everyone, but it only brought her to another sea of bodies. She just needed out!

Bursting through a set of doors, she made her way to the balcony and felt her skin prickle at the coolness of the air. The noise from the party was dull now, and she thought she could breathe again. A curse slipped from her lips as she collected herself.

“Five things you can see, Ro. One, the moon, Two, the garden below the balcony. Three, the waterfalls. Four, the lights of the city.” Before she could speak the last number, someone cut her off.

“Five, Poe Dameron.”

The voice made her spin around and emerging from the shadows was in fact General Poe Dameron. His arms spread wide, and it took her no time before she was rushing into his arms. The collision caused him to take a step back before he wrapped his arms around her tightly. His hand cradling the back of her head as he held her tight to him, scared if he let go she would run away.

“You’re here. You’re actually here.”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world, babe.”

[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 44

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 44: Facing the Consequences

You awoke with pressure behind your ear. As you become more conscious you realized Kylo was leaving a love mark behind it, for whatever reason. “Ah, Kitten is awake. Good, I need to go to training.” He got up from behind you before pulling you up to do the same.

It was just as early as the other morning you had watched him train. You weren’t coherent enough for this, but he had said that he was going to keep an eye on you so that is what he intended on doing. You were a kitten on a leash or a songbird in a cage. You were attached to his hip.

You got up and got ready this time putting on a turtleneck and trousers in an attempt to hide his love marks. You did a subtle amount of makeup in an attempt to draw attention to your face and not the dark bruise behind your ear. When you came out of the bathroom Kylo hooked a finger in your collar while his lips grazed your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I know exactly what you are doing Kitten.” His finger then widens the opening of your neck while his lips dipped down to make one of your marks darker. His other hand came to squeeze your ass, “Mmm Kitten there is no time to play.”

He was telling you there was no time to play? He was the one obsessed with playing with you, you wanted to be left alone. He was the horny one, your spark mostly ignited when he kissed you or touch you in certain ways. Your body often betraying your brain.

Like the last time, you and he were to have breakfast after training. You were greeted by the lieutenant as usual. You all made your way to the room, the only real difference this time was the presence of Captain Phasma. You joined her and Hux on the outside of the circle. Phasma moved so they were now on either side of you.

Kylo and the knights proceeded to spar. He routinely glanced in your direction, you couldn’t tell if it was because he needed to make sure you were there or if it was because he was looking for something else. You made the conscious decision to ignore him.  

The lieutenant produced a cup of stimcaf for you without you having to ask. That man needed a pay raise, you thought as you brought the just right temp liquid to your lips.

You were the first to speak in your little group, “I have been tasked to choose a lady in waiting. And I have no idea how to do it.”

You watched the general who contemplated your predicament, but it was Phasma who spoke up first. “The girl from the shopping center. She seemed to be knowledgable enough about what you would need.”

Before you could respond the Hux asked, “what was her name?”

“Olivia-Rose Gordon,” responded Lieutenant Mitaka.

This caused Hux to look up something on his data pad, “She is 27, unmarried, matchless, no children, a clean record. She would be a good candidate.”

Your head was spinning. “I can’t just ask her to be my lady in waiting.”

“Why not,” asked Phasma.

“Because she might feel pressured to accept and then she will be trapped in space far from home,” the weight of your words not fully hitting you yet.

“I assure you m’lady she will not be trapped. She will be given one of the most prestigious positions in the galaxy. She will be able to travel with you and given many luxuries your planet cannot offer her.”

Your mind was frozen. You knew she would be trapped with you if you were to ask her, would it even be fair? Before you could respond Phasma spoke once more, “she seemed taken with you m’lady, and she seemed interested in the opportunity to travel, she asked about it during her registration.”

“Send someone out of uniform to ask her, I don’t want her to be pressured into it. If she says no, we will need to respect that.”

“As you wish m’lady,” responded the general who then seemed to type out the order on his data pad.

You then just all seem to watch the training, your mind drifted back to the horrifying thought that you will no longer be able to be home in a matter of minutes. That small rational part of your brain kept telling you that you will still be in the solar system for a few days. That you will still be home in a sense.

Your mind then drifted to all the memories you didn’t get to make, all of the Friday nights going out to the bars with Carter and Hayden, all of the birthdays with your nieces and nephews, all of the holidays back at your parents’ place. You had no idea when you would become empress so you had no idea when you would be able to come back, if at all.

If Kylo was any other man you could simply reason with him to end any sort of romantic relationship, and just be platonic matches. You could then be free, and not caged like you are now, but he wasn’t any other man, and your heart wouldn’t be able to take it. You had to face the fact that you loved him, as twisted as he was becoming you did love him.

Another thought drifted into your mind, who would he choose? You were allowed to pick one of your ladies-in-waiting but who would he choose? Did he already know her? Did you already know her? Come to think of it you had yet to ask the general what happened while you were gone. How did Kylo react?

“Tell me general, how did he react to my departure?”

“I was able to have the damage done to your chambers repaired before we returned, but just barely. There are still several communications terminals that need repairs, an entire squadron of ‘troopers are still recovering in the medical bay, as is that female officer,” his voice trailed off.

“Oh, no what did he do to her,” you ask.

“It wasn’t pleasant, to say the least, she has a broken clavicle, a fractured sternum, several cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and broken femur.”

“Why did he do it,” you were concerned you had rather liked her.

“Several reasons apparently, in his eyes she failed to report that you were leaving, both the lieutenant and I had orders from you one way or another as to not tell him, she did not. She had taken a few pieces of jewelry while you were packing, and she has had a not so subtle infatuation with the Supreme Leader. This is not uncommon among some of the younger female officers. Especially if they have had the chance to see him without his helmet.”  

“Even if she did do all that she didn’t deserve to be beaten like that.”

“I say she got off better than execution,” replied Phasma. “She also attempted to seduce him once he cornered her.”

You felt as if you were not talking about the same sweet girl that helped you pack. “But she should have been demoted and reassigned, not have the crap beaten out of her.”

“I would have executed her,” commented Phasma.

You looked at her.

“What? It’s what I would have done,” she reasoned. Even through her helmet, you could hear that she was honestly telling the truth.

“I still feel bad, maybe I should go and apologize to her.”

“I don’t think that would be a wise decision m’lady. I also do not believe the Supreme Leader would allow it,” said Hux.

You frowned. Of course, he wouldn’t, but then again he would probably want to escort you so maybe it was for the best, not having him near her.

Kylo and the knights were wrapping up training, all of the high ranking officers done giving him their morning debriefings. Soon you would be at his will once more, following him wherever he pleased. He took your arm in his and took you back to your chambers.

You both ate breakfast before he got ready for the day, while he was in the shower Trudgen and Kuruk were waiting with you along with the lieutenant. You felt as if this was to tell you there would be no running away while he was busy. Once ready he informed you that he had one last meeting at the White House, to set up General Parnadee as the Commander of Earth.

You went about down the halls to the hangar where you were greeted by the large entourage of Hux, Parnadee, Phasma, Pyre and an escort of ‘troopers. Throughout the flight down to the surface Hux and Parnadee were discussing some of the importance of what she would be doing along with how many ‘troopers she would be expected to recruit initially.

The shuttle lands and you all depart. Kylo’s grip on your arm tightens and you feel the Force around you do too. No running. Even if you did have the chance to run, where would you run to?  

Your parents would send you back, as would Carter and Hayden. The education they had received would be sure of that. You had no idea what state of mind your siblings would be in but you were pretty sure they were in the same boat. The entire planet was in the same boat. Your ark. And it was your covenant with Kylo that would keep it afloat. Your covenant would end the floods, and the suffering they may receive.

Before you and Kylo enter the room the Hux asked to speak to you for a moment, and by you he meant both of you seeing as Kylo refused to let you go.

“M’lady we have received an answer to your inquiry from earlier this morning,” said Hux.

“We have,” you honestly didn’t expect an answer so soon.

“Yes, m’lady. She has agreed to take the position as your lady-in-waiting. She will join you tomorrow on your departure from the Steadfast to the Supremacy. I have made arrangements for everything she will need. One of our seamstresses will assist you with packing, the lieutenant was kind enough to make an itemized list of your purchases, and everything will be checked. After that, any other trip you shall take one of your ladies-in-waiting will help you prepare,” responded Hux.

Really, he was the one running things, making sure the whole First Order was together and operating with stellar efficiency. Whereas Kylo was the hammer that cracked down anytime he saw fit. He had others do the work, but he made sure those others were people that could do their jobs. Just as he was going to have you be his diplomat. He was an enforcer, a brute, a beast. You would be refined, tame, and calculated. You needed to keep a closer eye on the general to learn tips from him. He almost always knew when to bite back at Kylo and when to hold off, but you suppose it was because they have been doing this dance longer than you had, and he knew all the steps.

Kylo then had Hux enter the room and you were left alone in the hallway with him. A hand came to hook itself under your chin to bring your eyes to meet his, or rather where his were supposed to be under his helmet.

“You will behave yourself. Your people are to believe that Earth is completely under General Parnadee’s control and therefore my control. They are not to know exactly when we are leaving. You will remain quiet unless it is called upon you to speak, do I make myself clear Kitten?”

“Yes, you made yourself very clear, Kylo,” you respond. You could feel his grip on your chin tighten as you said his name. But you had an agreement that if he called you Kitten when you were alone that meant you could call him Kylo.

He released your chin only after his leather-clad thumb swept over your lips, if he wasn’t wearing the helmet he would have kissed you. You entered the room together, much seemed the same except for all the projectors seemed to have video conferences with all of your world’s major leaders, like a giant U.N. meeting. Upon your entrance, everyone stood and gave a weird sort of salute, and in unison said, “Long Live the Supreme Leader.”

All of the eyes of the world leaders looked different than from just over a week ago, they now looked dead. Their eyes had no life behind them, no soul. You were afraid, you were very afraid. Your ark was now tainted with sin, the devil had won. Your people were no longer your people anymore. You were alone in the galaxy.

[themangoyogurt]

Misguided Youth: The First Misunderstanding

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren didn’t necessarily enjoy being an asshole. It just kind of happened that way. Somewhere along the line between puberty and getting his heart broken for the first time, the man evolved into an enigma of darkness and reticence. Somehow he had shucked off the nerdiness and slipped on armor in the form of bad decisions and anger management problems. Looking at this hulking form of a man, you’d never guess his obsession with space or that his hobbies included calligraphy.

Although Hux, his best friend from childhood, sure as hell did his best to remind Kylo of the fact daily.

The biggest joke of all was that Kylo had somehow turned his teenage angst and emo persona into a career. It was pretty straightforward - he just wanted attention. His father was a pilot, and his mother was a senator. Both of his parents were headstrong and stubborn - meaning that neither really had an interest in being a parent. His childhood was a blur of being passed from nanny to nanny. Once, his parents were so busy with their own lives, they actually shipped him off to the Pacific Northwest to live with his reclusive uncle.

So Kylo lashed out. It was a slippery slope that began with wearing dark clothes and piling on the metal hardware. He even gathered his friends Hux and Phasma and started a stupid band where he could croon about abandonment and loneliness. To be honest, they were just kids messing around. Even as he began to collect piercings and tattoos, his parents still didn’t do much. They weren’t exactly present enough to notice their only child spiraling out of control.

Somehow his teenage pet project took off though, and Kylo Ren found himself being signed to a record label alongside his friends. His music resonated with his generation, and next thing he knew Kylo Ren was a college drop out touring the country.

Still, his parents couldn’t be bothered to come to a show.

And so, he continued to act out. It was so fucked really. The more he smoked, drank, and pushed back - the more his fans loved him. Every bar fight, every tabloid photo of his tongue down some model’s throat, every time he flipped off the press - record sales would increase. Finally, he relented to his reputation. If the world wanted him to be an asshole, then he’d be the biggest one of them all. If he couldn’t soothe his aching soul with light and love, he’d find a balm in the form of quick fucks and alcohol.

Which was how he found himself prowling some random bar on a Wednesday night. It was the same routine: if he couldn’t find a good lay, then at least he could get blackout drunk and forget the night. Holding his second or third or fourth (who the fuck cared) glass of bourbon, a sparkling beacon of sweetness caught his eye.

There you were. Pristine and calm, and so fucking good. Perched alone at the bar, your hands were neatly folded over your crossed legs. A stiff peter-pan collar poked out of your pale blue cable knit sweater. A pleated skirt donned your legs, and your feet were covered by a pair of penny loafers. Kylo almost choked on his drink. It was like watching a wet dream straight out of the fifties.

Kylo slowly licked his lips and imagined all of the different ways he could defile you. He’d definitely keep the skirt on while he fucked you into the mattress. He smirked at the clean ponytail - not a single hair out of place. That was definitely staying as well. Better leverage to warp around his hand as he tugged on your hair.

Girls like you were his favorite. Easy pickings as he so eloquently liked to say. There was a reason why the bad boy/good girl trope existed. Women were so eager to fix him. To save him from himself. To make him change for the better - as if he were a fucking conquest. Kylo learned early on that girlfriends would just leave when they realized that he wasn’t some home improvement project they could work on in their leisure time. He was an actual person with actual problems.

They’d usually selfishly move on, leaving behind more damage than there was before their arrival. So Kylo decided to forgo the chore of being in relationships. Instead, he’d allow the illusion that he could be your bad boy for a few hours. Long enough to get his dick wet before he left in the middle of the night.

He thought of it as win-win anyways. He got his rocks off. You got to fulfill some sort of fantasy - really sticking it to your parents for forcing you to take SAT classes every weekend. Nothing said “fuck you” like fucking the boy they’d never approve of.

Downing the bronze liquid in his glass, he harshly set the cup down before cracking his neck a few times. You were still silently sitting alone - not even glancing at a phone. Kylo imagined that you weren’t accustomed to being out on a weeknight. You were probably nervous. The shy type who needed a man like him to shake things up a bit.

He ambled over to your side and slid a forearm across the bar to box you in. His form towered over your smaller one as he smirked down at your placid features returning his gaze with a surprised look.

Jesus, you weren’t even wearing makeup. What an angel.

His deep voice drawled, “Hello, princess. I’m Kylo, and I’m going to buy you a gin and tonic.”

Your owlish eyes blinked back a few times in silence. Kylo licked his lips again. He definitely had you now. Your features were so compliant. So soft. So easy. He could already imagine how he’d probably be the first guy you’d ever allow to go down on you. How he would...

His indecent thoughts were suddenly interrupted as you doubled over in laughter. Hinged at the waist, you had thrown both hands on your knees and bent over to guffaw into the space between your thighs.

What the fuck?

You sat back up and wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Seriously? You’re going to buy me a gin and tonic? Just like that? And then what? And who drinks gin and tonics anymore? What, are you like eighty?”

Kylo felt his face redden in agitation as you continued to laugh at his expense. His fists clenched and he felt his spine stiffen in embarrassment. Suddenly, another woman appeared by your side. You clutched her arm and continued to shriek, “Oh my God, Jyn. This asshole over here thinks he’s some sort of dark knight trying to whisk away an innocent dove.”

Your brown haired accomplice gave Kylo a withering glare before grabbing onto your arm to tug you away towards a booth pressed against the back wall. Even as you were dragged away, you turned over your shoulder to cry out, “Oh mister knight! Please show me the dark side, won’t you? Show me how to be a bad girl.” You continued to howl in amusement while Jyn wrangled you into a seat.

Kylo stood rooted in shock. Nobody had ever talked to him like that. All six foot two of him screamed “danger”. Yet here you were, dressed like you worked at a fucking soda fountain while hurling insults at the rock star. Kylo felt offended - it didn’t even seem like you recognized him.

This was his supposed angel?

Meanwhile, Jyn shoved a bottle of water in front of your face. “Seriously? I leave you alone for fifteen minutes, and somehow you managed to still get blitzed.”

You pushed the water away in indignation. “Who said I was blitzed? Was it Finn? That fucking snitch!”

Jyn rolled her eyes and pushed the water back towards your hands. She unscrewed the cap and sighed, “Dude, Finn isn’t even here. Honestly, you hold your composure pretty well when you’re just sitting around. It’s when you open your mouth that I can tell you’re drunk.”

“How?”

The brunette laughed and pulled you in for a hug. “I say this with so much love, but you turn into a total bitch when you’re tipsy.” You huffed into her hair and relented with a swig from the water bottle.

“Oh, here. Thanks for letting me borrow your phone.” Jyn squeezed your shoulder before placing the device on the table. You waved off her gratitude, and the woman continued, “Why are you dressed like a cast member in Grease, anyways?”

You moaned and threw your face into your palms. You were in the last year of getting your MBA. One day you would be a fearless female CEO of some publicly traded company. You’d slink out of your penthouse, get chauffeured around to your job, and change lives dammit.

But that was someday, and right now you were a broke grad student trying to make ends meet before resorting to hawking your organs on Canal Street. Jyn gave you a look of pity as you bemoaned your existence. “I look like Sandy Olsson because I actually do work at a soda fountain now.” Jyn burst into a fit of giggles as you pulled at your face in exasperation.

“It’s one of those stupid hipster joints in Brooklyn where they’re still trying to profit off of nostalgia. So yeah. That’s my part time job.” You moved to kick your friend off her seat as she started to tear up at the image. Just before you could successfully push the woman off, a man cleared his throat.

Kylo was looming over the table, still angry from your confrontation. Somehow watching you laugh it up with your friend only pissed him off even more. He glared down at you and seethed, “What’s your fucking problem?”

Before Jyn could grab the back of your sweater, you leapt up from your seat and squared right up. “You want to know what my fucking problem is? My ‘fucking problem’ is entitled douchebags such as yourself thinking that you can just prowl up to any woman and we’ll drop our panties for you. You’re not good looking enough to act like an asshole.”

Kylo reeled back, completely disarmed and offended. “Well I’m so sorry for misreading your desperate fake good girl look.”

His chest was heaving now, barely grazing your own as it rose and fell with each labored breath. You knew you were about to become annoying, but it was too late to stop. You begin to press a finger into his chest over and over again, punctuating your words with each push.

“Let me tell you something about looks, mister. At least I’m not the old geezer dressed like he’s still holding onto the wonder years of his misguided youth.”

“Misguided youth? Do you know who the fuck I am?”

Kylo was positively seething at this point. Who gave you the right to talk to him like that? Some stupid nobody dressed like a fucking cartoon trying to school him on his wardrobe. Jyn desperately tried to calm you down, but her words were drowned out as you raised the volume of your voice.

“No, I don’t dickwad. And I sure as hell wouldn’t want to. I don’t want people thinking that I associate with grandpas who still wear eyeliner!”

“Grandpa? I’m fucking twenty-seven!” Kylo practically roared as he flung his phone into the wall. You looked at him in shock as the device ricocheted off the wall and slid back towards him across the table. Kylo Ren had participated in his fair share of bar fights, but very few people could actually get underneath his skin. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting his opponent to be sporting a bowtie in her hair.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” A posh British accent suddenly interrupted the feud. A red-haired man appeared next to Kylo, and pushed him away from your shaking fist. He quickly snatched up Kylo’s phone, and apologized on behalf of his friend. Jyn took the cue and quickly moved you behind her as well. The moment was over, and you heard Kylo call the man “General” before the two disappeared through a crowd that had formed.

Still shaking, you sank down into the booth and closed you eyes. You really needed to get your shit together.

[amazingdriverfics]

Crowned by the devil - ch. 8

Summary: it’s time to leave the medbay and to see how’s your scar. It is also time to face the next step of the experiment 

Warnings: panic attack

A/N: sorry for not posting it sooner, we’ll have another chapter this week as an apollogy I was just very sad. I’m also sorry for the fact we don’t have smut here, but the next chapter will start with it. 

Hope you like it :) 

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The time to leave the medical bay had finally come and you could’ve not been any happier. Three cycles had past since you had last seen Kylo, in which he didn’t let you reciprocate the ‘help’ he had given you, claiming that your body was still recovering so it wasn’t ready for him. ‘Someone like it rough’ you thought to yourself as the words met your ears. Hopefully, things would change and you would be finally free of your hornyness after you were out of the hospital bed. 

“Ms. y/l/n” doctor Treg’s voice echoed through the small pristine room causing your head to turn his way, acknowledging his presence as you anxiously waited for the words about to leave his mouth. “I’m here to take your bandages off and discharge you.” he started, voice as calm as ever, a contrast to the happiness and impatience coursing through your body. “Are you ready?” he asked.

Even though you wanted to scream ‘yes’, you controlled your impulses and nodded with a calm facade, once again waiting for the doctor’s next movements. 

He started with your ribs bandages, taking them off slowly before examinanting your bones, gently pressing them, looking for any indication that they were still bruised. From the lack of pain and his satisfied hum, you figured there weren’t any. Treg continued to go down as he took the bandages covering your brand new scar off, once again you felt his gloved hand press your skin lightly. “The scar is barely visible, bacta treatment did it well” he clarified. As his hand started to go down, you held your breath, not feeling exactly ready for whatever was about to happen. 

Slowly, you felt the bandage leaving your skin and you could almost feel the burning sensation from years before all over again. Anxiety and panic started to pump in your veins, as your breathing started to become faster just like your heart rate, the beeping sound from the machine monitoring it becoming louder and louder. “Breath, y/n” the doctor’s voice tried to bring you back to reality, but it was too far away for your mind clouded with panic to register. 

Time started to pass faster, your eyes becoming wet and your vision blurred, any other sensation despite the knowing burn unregistered by your brain. 

Relax, I am here 

A deep voice echoed inside your mind. In your panic attacks, the only voices you heard were yours and Kreat’s, but this was somebody else’s. 

It’s me Kylo

‘What are you doing here’ you thought, not able to focus your sight in anything surrounding you and too scared to use your voice, aware that your throat would not comply with the effort anyways. 

I sensed your distress and came to see you. Now I’ll wrap my arms around you. Try to breath in the same rhythm I am breathing please. 

As soon as the words filled your head, you felt his strong arms wrapping around your waist, his chin against your hair, his black locks touching your cheeks gingerly and his chest against your back, moving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. Focusing on him instead of your scar, you started to mimic his breathing pattern, finally, it seemed like your lungs were filled with oxygen instead of fire as the world started to be visible, tears not falling anymore. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok” he said, voice showing his worry and making you feel guilty. “You don’t have to worry, I’m here because I want to” he stated, arms never leaving your waist. 

“Ca-can you see the scar?” you asked, voice hoarse from the panic attack as the words felt heavy against your tongue. 

“Yes” he answered simply, unlike before, voice concealed from showing any kind of emotion.

“And, how is it looking?” your voice left your mouth, still sounding foreign to you. 

“Way better, I’m sure you can cover it up with any tattoo now” he said and relief flooded your body, all the stress you had been under disappearing, the expectations you had created really becoming true. And if you had any more tears left to cry, they would have fallen down  your face as you turned your too see you lower back, as soon as Kylo stepped aside, seeing that the ‘K’ insignia had faded, ready to have its meaning rewritten.

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“A gala? Are you fucking kidding me, Cardo?” you screamed into the air, disbelief clear in your face as you eyed your friend up and down, praying that the news he had just delivered were a sick joke. 

“Don’t kill the messenger, not that you could do it anyways. I’m only here to tell you what Master Ren told me to and to, just maybe, laugh at the face I knew you would make when I told you what he asked me to” the knight mocked, a pretty smile adorning his features as his hands carried a big black box, a red ribbon on top of it.

“Fuck you, Cardo. Show me what’s inside the box before I puke just thinking of this Gala thing” you demanded as you sat on the couch waiting for him to reveal the content of the box. 

With a smirk on his face, Cardo sat next to you, slowly opening the box, on purpose making you wait longer to see what Ren sent you. Instead of calling him a ton of bad names, you kept quiet, knowing it would only make the asshole go slower.

In the moment the box opened, your chin dropped and his laugh echoed through the room, not bothering you since you were too astonished to even care. “This is for me?” you asked, not believing he would spend that amount of credits on you. 

“Am I in anyone else's room?” he replied, irony dripping from his tone as his eyes glittered with amusement. 

Ignoring Cardo, you took your hand to the soft material of the dress, feeling the change of texture before taking it off the box an bringing it to your lap, watching its long black skirt fall to the ground, as the middle part and the see-through also black material that would cover your arms rested on your lap. 

“Fuck, this is so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it” you muttered, forgetting for a second that you weren’t alone. 

“Master Ren chose it well, you’ll be stunning in it, troublemaker.” Cardo stated, being serious for the first time since he got to your room. “Now don’t forget, people will arrive to help you get ready in two hours. I’ll leave you to whatever you’ll do till then, see you at the gala, troublemaker”. 

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Just like promised by Cardo, two hours later your preparation team got to your room and turned you to a ragdoll - in the name of beauty they said -. At first, they soaked you into the tub - something you would have gladly done on your own -, but, sadly, it ended too soon and it wasn’t long before they sat you on a chair and started to apply dozens of creams to your hair, face and body. 

They kept whispering things to each other, but you were too lazy to pay attention, so you didn’t really understand anything being said in the room, all you focused on was the sensation of having your body comfortably rubbed by a bunch of hands, allowing it to relax the shit out of you. 

Before you even noticed, your makeup and hair were done and it was to time to finally get into the dress Kylo got you. Slowly, you stepped into it, feeling as the different textures hugged you figure, lightly pressing on it as your team helped your body to be comfortably inside.

For the first time since the makeover started, you looked in the mirror, time seemed to stop for a second as you understood that the beautiful woman staring back at you was yourself, that the arms and legs inside the see-through black fabric adorned with black velvet leaves were yours, as well as the breasts eroticly yet fancyly exposed by the black velvet cleavage. As your eyes found your face, you were taken aback as you watched the way the black eyeshadow finished with gold details highlighted your eyes as the crimson lipstick made you seem sexy and dangerous at the same time. 

In that moment, you could understand why Kylo seemed to want you as his Empress, since as you looked at the mirror you were sure that nothing could stop you in that Gala, even though you had never been to that kind of event before.

Even if just for one night, you felt like the most powerful being in the Galaxy.

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With confident strides, you walked into the room filled with First Order’s employees, the dress making your movements seem more elegant. As you continued to make you way to where Kylo and the remaining girls - Aduke and Antje - were, you felt like the whole room was watching your every move, nothing you weren’t accustomed to. 

The only pair of eyes you watched back, however, were Kylo’s, his dark eyes even darker from desire making his pupils bigger. “Supreme Leader” you said, eyes glued to his as he took your hand into his before placing a gentle kiss in the moon tattooed on the back of it. “y/n” he answered as your hand falls back to the sides of your body. 

As soon as the interaction ended, you made your way to stand next to Aduke, you hadn’t seen her ever since the arena and you were dying to thank her for saving your life, not many people had cared enough about you and you would do anything to repay her kindness. 

You stood still, until General Hux - whom you hadn’t missed at all - started the Gala with a boring speech about how much the Galaxy needed a strong, polite, classy Empress to rule the First Order with its Supreme Leader. 

When it started Antje was immediately out of your sight, probably kissing some ass to get any amount of power she possibly could, however, knowing she wasn’t near made you glad, the last thing you wanted was for her to ruin your night. Aduke, on the other hand, stayed close and you took the opportunity to finally thank the woman who saved your life. 

“Aduke hey, you look gorgeous” you started, and it was true, her dark skin was adorned by a simple yet shiny blue dress, who seemed to fit her personality just like your dress did with your. Her hair was braided ellegantly and fell on her shoulders and her makeup went well with the dress, blue and silver painting her eyelids as a nude lipstick colored her full lips. 

“I can say the same to you, you are stunning, y/n” she replied, tone as soft as ever as a sweet smile you didn’t realize you missed cracked on her face. 

“Thank you, you are too good for me. Talking about that, I just wanted to thank you for, you know, saving my life.” you said, hands embracing hers as your eyes looked straight into her dark ones, gratitude coming from every pore of your body. “If you ever need me for anything at all, you can count on me” you finished, meaning every single word that left your mouth. 

“Don’t worry, y/n, I made a vow when I became a doctor, my passion is to save lives and anyway, I liked you too much to watch you die in that arena”. Before you could reply, a tall blonde figure dressed in a suit excused herself asking Aduke to come with her, leaving you alone for the first time since you arrived. 

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Not really sure of what to do you went to the bar, a drink would definitely make things easier. A blue waitress took your order and as you waited for it, a figure you knew too well towered you, his large hand pressing against the black mahogany surface of the bar, making sure you wouldn’t escape him - not that you wanted to -. 

“Supreme Leader” you said once again, tone flirty as your eyes accessed his figure better, seeing how well his simple black suit fitted his body, hugging his muscles perfectly. 

“You are simply stunning, you have no idea of the things going through my mind ever since you walked in” he purred, eyes glued to yours. 

“I can only imagine the nasty things you have been thinking, guess you’ll have to thank the man who gave this dress to me then” you replied feeling brave as the waitress left your drink on the counter, your hand meeting the glass before bringing the sweet yet spicy liquid to your mouth. 

“He is in fact a wise man” he replied, a cocky smile on his face causing you to smirk back at him. 

“Tragic” an annoying voice filled your ears, breaking the palpable tension between you and Ren. “The Supreme Leader of the First Order flirting with a nobody who understands nothing of politics or manners and doesn’t seem to be good enough in the only thing she knows what to do - staying alive” Hux said, face showing his disgust in seeing you. ‘Guess he isn’t happy that I survived’ you thought. 

Kylo’s body language immediately changed, his relaxed posture was gone, his hand traveled to his lightsaber while the other one was closed in a tight fist and his eye was twitching with anger. However, before the two man caused a scene, you intervened, words leaving your mouth confidently as you tried to extinguish the tension. 

“Great to see you again General Hugs, I might be a nobody to you, but I can take you anywhere, any time and seeing that I’m still alive, I guess I’m actually very good at staying alive, you on the other hand seem to have a death wish since you are disrespecting your Supreme Leader like that” you started, watching with happiness as his cocky facade started to fade, the humiliation of being talked back in the middle of an important event by someone he thought so little of showing on his features. “And one more thing Hugs, I might be a nobody to you, but at least I know what happens outside these walls, which is more than we can say about you, since the only thing you do is sit your ass in a chair and boss around, while you pretend someone actually likes you.” 

As you finished your sentence, you took a look around seeing that everyone near was staring as you ended the General with your words, who left you and Kylo behind quickly, stomping in the floor just like an angry child. 

“I have never been more turned on in my entire life” Ren whispered in your ear, the hot air coming from his mouth making you squirm. 

“I guess we’ll have to do something about it”.

[st-crylo]

Rebound

Part 10

A/N: Sorry for the late update! Anyways, this chapter has a lot of tea, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, mentions of manipulation and emotional abuse

Word Count: 4.9K

Tagging: @haylaansmi @thomasscresswell @nankstasty @maybe-your-left

Masterlist

In the morning you were awoken to the smell of pancakes from the kitchen. Almost as soon as you smelt it, Phasma and Sami began to stir as well, Sami sniffing the air before letting out a sigh. 

“Oh hell yes. I haven’t had pancakes in forever,” she said before sitting up and stretching before throwing off the blanket and jumping off the bed. Phasma groaned but followed suit and soon the three of you were bounding down the stairs.

The day was spent talking, gossiping, and contemplating until it was time to get ready, which was about an hour and a half before the agreed upon time to meet at your house. As you washed your face, ready to apply the makeup you had planned, you were thinking about the conversation last night. You tried your damnedest to keep it out of mind, but you couldn’t help it. Any time you weren’t talking to Sami or Phasma, your mind began to wander to Kylo again. You couldn’t help it, especially now that, since Sami brought it up, you were looking at the interactions between the two of you with a new lens. 

No, you were overthinking all the looks and touches and close moments, the look in his golden eyes when he smiled at you, amused by something you said. And besides, it was too soon after Shawn for you to actually consider being in a real relationship. You decided to put it out of mind as you focused on your makeup. As you went back into your room, you sat next to Sami, who was focused as she applied a light amount of blush to her cheeks. You pulled forward your vanity mirror and began work on your own face. 

When all was said and done, you had settled on a classic smokey eye, using a deep shade of blue that matched perfectly with your dress. You also settled on a dark nude lipstick. You slipped on your dress and made some final touches before turning to the others. Sami was also sliding into her green dress, dark hair curled beautifully, and Phasma looked very sophisticated in her blazer. The three of you headed for the bathroom, where you took a selfie in the mirror before heading down the stairs, where the boys were beginning to show up. 

Your mom had invited them in, though she was a little hesitant around Kylo. Thankfully, though, Kylo was simply sitting at the counter, eating a cookie from a batch your mom had made, not making too much trouble. 

The thoughts from earlier came rushing back to your mind when you first laid eyes on him. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants, with a midnight blue vest over the shirt, and a matching bowtie. He actually had his hair half-up into a small bun, which was somehow perfectly done, probably with help from his grandmother. The hair out of his face made his features seemed more refined, and he looked really cleaned up. You had to keep yourself from staring too hard.

Pat and Alan were both dressed nicer than you’d ever seen them, not that you’d seen much of Pat. Regardless, they were both in black as well, but Alan was wearing a red cummerbund that was a little too big for him- you wondered to yourself if it had belonged to Milo- and a matching red bowtie. Pat was almost matching with Sami, except he was wearing a sea green vest instead of the dark green Sami was wearing. The color went well with his eyes, though. 

As the three of you walked into the kitchen, you plopped the bag you had ready for staying at Sami’s after Pat’s party. 

“Alright, well, since the girls are here, we can go ahead and start taking some pictures!” Your mom said enthusiastically, grabbing the camera from the living room and ushering all six of you outside and onto the front lawn. 

Outside, your mom arranged all six of you as the Skywalkers and Mr. Kenobi watched from their front porch, occasionally laughing as they watched the slew of awkward teenagers try to pose for a nice picture. Your mom had set you and Kylo in the middle, Kylo wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you wrapping your arm around his waist. To the right of Kylo was Sami and Alan, and to the left of you, Pat and Phasma. You all gave your best smiles as your mom proceeded to take picture after picture until Mrs. Skywalker came in, ignoring the groan from Kylo as she decided to take pictures herself. When the older women were satisfied, the group diverged, each settling into their respective rides. 

Everyone else headed for Phasma’s car, as there was way more space in there, but you headed for Kylo’s car, ready to make a spectacle at homecoming with your very handsome date. As you climbed in the car, tossing your bag of clothes into the back, you smiled at Kylo, who gave you a wink in response.

Once Kylo started the car, your mom began waving goodbye to you.

“Have fun! Text me when you get to Sami’s house!”

“Will do!” you replied as Kylo pulled out of the Skywalker’s driveway, and began driving towards the school. 

“Your makeup looks good,” Kylo said as he looked forward at the road. You felt your heart flutter, but you responded in a nonchalant way.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. How come you never wear your hair like that?”

“Too much work. Besides, I look too much like a model citizen this way,” Kylo joked, causing you to laugh.

“Oh we can’t have that, can we?”

The parking lot to the school was packed full of the different cars of students. As Kylo pulled into a parking space, Phasma pulled into the one beside it, and soon all of you were climbing out of the cars, straightening yourselves out and making sure you were all presentable.

“Hope you guys don’t mind leaving early to set up for the real party. My dealer gave me some good shit this time,” Pat said as the six of you headed for the entrance to the school, which was decorated with a balloon arch. 

“I don’t care. I’d rather help you set up than be here for too long,” Kylo responded, taking your hand in his. You tried to ignore the warmth on your cheeks. Shaking your head slightly, you willed those thoughts to leave your brain. 

“Good man. Besides, I know Sami can get crazy with streamers,” Pat said as your group waited in line to buy your tickets.

“Oh hell yeah. Give me some streamers and I’ll make it gorgeous,” Sami responded enthusiastically. You simply laughed as you and Kylo got to the table. Kylo paid for both of your tickets, insisting that you didn’t need to pay him back.

Once all of you had gotten your tickets, you all headed for the gym, where the dance was being held. In the hallway, people standing by idly for their friends gave you and Kylo looks, some admiring Kylo, some giving you disapproving stares. You ignored them, simply standing closer to Kylo, your shoulders almost touching as you strutted the hallway down to the gym. 

Once past the doors of the gym, you could feel the countless eyes on you and Kylo as the two of you led your group into the gym. You scanned the room to see who all was there when your eyes locked with Poe’s, who ran up to you, Finn in tow.

“(y/n), you look great! The two of you coordinated really well!” Poe said as he went in for a hug. You smiled and hugged him back, feeling a warmth in your heart knowing that at least not all of your old friends had given up on you. Once Poe let go, Finn brought you in for an embrace as well.

“Thanks! You guys came with Rey and them, right?” You asked the boys once Finn had let you go.

“Yeah, but Rey is dancing with the other girls. We should be getting back, though,” Poe said. He then turned to Kylo, holding out his hand. Kylo hesitated for a moment, but took it and gave Poe a shake, smiling warmly at Poe, and Poe smiled up at Kylo. You felt your chest explode with warmth and delight. Never did you think you’d see the day.

Soon, Poe and Finn were returning to the dance floor, causing Sami to come up beside you and pull you away to start dancing as well. Taken by surprise, you grabbed onto Kylo’s wrist, allowing Sami to force you into the giant group of dancing high-schoolers. You could feel the bass in your chest as you approached the speakers set up on either side of the DJ, and you decided to let go and let your body sway to the music. Grabbing Kylo’s hands, you all but forced him to move along with you, refusing to let him simply stand there in his awkward way. He was a little stiff at first, but after a while, he lightened up and let loose, allowing the music to move his body in sync with your own.

From the corner of your eye you could see Sami trying to get Alan and Pat to dance, but instead opting to dance with Phasma, who gave no fucks about who was watching her dance. You laughed as you continued to sway, and after what felt like forever, but was only an hour, you pulled Kylo along with you to get a drink. 

“Tired already?” Kylo quipped as you pulled out a dollar at the table for a water bottle. You unscrewed the cap, gulping down the ice cold water before turning to face Kylo. 

“Just a little hot. You want some?” You said as you offered the bottle to Kylo.

“Damn right you are,” he said before taking the water bottle from you, narrowly avoiding your playful swat at him. Kylo finished up the last of the water before tossing the bottle into the trash, and the two of you headed back to find your friends. 

Your time at the actual dance was short, mostly because the six of you wanted to help set up for Pat’s party, but also Sami was beginning to complain about her shoes.

“You shouldn’t have worn heels to a dance, dumbass,” Phasma said to Sami, who turned her nose away once Phasma said that.

So, your group was leaving, climbing into their respective cars to get to Pat’s house. As you climbed into Kylo’s car, you pulled off your own shoes and rolled down the window, letting the cold air blow softly onto your face as Kylo followed behind Phasma. 

Pat lived in the same neighborhood as Jordan, which wasn’t all that surprising to you. As Kylo pulled into the driveway, you noted how Pat’s house had the same kind of opulence as Jordan’s had as well. This told you that there was probably going to be a good number of people at this party. 

“Alright, Sami is in charge of streamers. Sami, choose your team members,” Pat said as he unlocked the front door, turning on the lights to the large foyer. 

“Phas and (y/n),” Sami replied almost instantly.

“Alright, then me, Kylo, and Alan will set up the drinks,” Pat said before tossing a bag of streamers that was hanging on the rail post of the stairs. Sami then ran off into the living room, beckoning for you and Phasma to follow her.

It took about twenty minutes to get the streamers set up, and as soon as the three of you were done, someone rang the doorbell. After that, streams of people seemed to pour into the large house, filling every single space in the house. Pat had hooked up some music to the speaker system in the living room, and had moved all the furniture to give people an opportunity to dance more than they already had. 

“C’mon, let’s get drinks!” Sami said, and you followed her into the kitchen, where people were pouring themselves drinks into red solo cups. You rolled your eyes at the simplicity of it. Sami looked through the various bottles and decided to settle on Fireball, pouring each of you a shot. As she did so, you quickly texted a message to your mom, telling her that you were all at Sami’s now.

“To senior year,” she started, raising her glass. “May this year be full of memories, and may all of them be great!” After Sami’s toast, you all clinked shot glasses before dumping them down your throats. The alcohol burned as it slid down your throat, and the cinnamon taste was invigorating, clearing your sinuses with its strength. 

It didn’t take long after your shot for Sami to make you a mixed drink, a graciously strong margarita, or a Phasma said, tequila with a drop of triple sec. You took a sip from it and tried not to gag at its strength, but very clearly failing as Phasma began to laugh hysterically. After that, the three of you headed to the living room, where you each began to dance to, in your opinion, the much better selection of music than had been at homecoming. 

After two more of Sami’s margarita’s, each one tasting better than the last, you wandered out to the back deck to get some fresh air, needing a space to breath that wasn’t filled with the smell of liquor and weed. As soon as you stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, and you leaned against the railing of the deck, overlooking the backyard as you stood in thought. Your tipsy mind wandered back to your possible feelings for Kylo. You simply couldn’t help it, if you didn’t have anything else to think about, you thought about him. 

You couldn’t lie, he looked good tonight, you would even go so far as to call him hot, though you shook that thought out of your mind. It didn’t stop you from thinking about how nice it was to dance with him though, to have his body sway with yours in sync with the rhythm of the music. It also didn’t help that his golden eyes would make eye contact with yours every once. Each time, it had struck like lightning straight to your heart. Groaning, you rubbed your face, trying to quell the blush on your cheeks. At least you’d be able to blame it on the alcohol.

“There you are,” came a familiar baritone voice, causing you to whip around, almost falling in the process. Kylo laughed as he approached you, though he was a little less smooth in his motions than usual. “Been lookin for ya.”

“You alright?” you asked as you noted the weird uppity tone to his voice. 

“Yeah, just a lil tipsy. We finished a bottle of vodka before people started getting here,” Kylo admitted as he leaned his back against the railing of the deck. 

“A whole bottle between the three of you?” you asked, incredulous.

“Nah, just me and Pat. Alan’s been warned off vodka by Milo,” he said, looking down at you. Though it was dark outside, Kylo’s eyes had a certain glimmer to them, and you couldn’t help but feel mesmerized. It had your heart beating heavily in your chest.

“You’re gonna get alcohol poisoning that way, y’know,” you said, letting out a laugh to relieve some of the ache in your chest. 

“Well you don’t seem much better, what did Sami make this time, some horrible whiskey and beer combination?” he said, smirking at you. You playfully and weakly punched at his arm, causing him to laugh.

“No, it was a couple of margs. At least, that’s what Sami said they were,” you told him.

“Sami’s gonna give us all alcohol poisoning,” Kylo mused before letting out a sigh. “Wanna go dance?”

Your heart pounded as you simply gave a nod, and soon Kylo was dragging you back into the house, pushing through the crowd of people to get to the small makeshift dance floor in the living room. 

If you thought dancing at homecoming was intense, dancing drunk like this with Kylo was almost painful. He was a lot more comfortable this time, the alcohol melting away his inhibitions as he placed his hands on your hips, and let you lead him with the sway of the music. You had your arms around his neck, bringing you dangerously close to his chest, his warmth radiating off of him, no doubt aided by the intense amounts of alcohol. Dancing with Kylo like this was electric, and as you looked into his eyes, you could feel your heart begin to pound faster. Whether or not it was love or lust, you didn’t care, you just loved the intensity of it.

The rest of the night, you were practically attached to Kylo at the hip. After he decided he was thirsty again, he pulled you to the kitchen with him, where he poured you both a drink, opting to make screwdrivers for the two of you. You gulped down the drink, not caring about the burning of the alcohol as your thirst was quenched 

“Hey, Kylo, Pat’s looking for you, he just rolled a joint,” Alan’s voice said from the entryway of the kitchen. Kylo simply nodded in response, bringing you along to find Pat.

Pat had hidden away in his room with a couple of people you didn’t recognize. As Kylo walked in, he took a seat on Pat’s bed, sitting you on his lap as Pat lit the joint. The joint was passed around the circle twice before it was finished. With each hit you took, you let the sweet yet herbal taste swirl around your mouth before passing it to Kylo, who always took small drags before passing it back to Pat, who was sitting beside him. Soon, Pat was rolling another joint, talking about what felt like nonsense to your ears as you took your drags each time the joint was passed back to you. After the second joint, you decided you were thirsty again, and so you left your spot on Kylo’s lap and headed back downstairs in the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly, Sami was in the kitchen, pouring herself another drink, but nearly spilling it when she saw you, letting out a loud gasp.

“There you are! I guess you’ve been with loverboy, huh?” she said very loudly, causing you to shush her, taking the drink from her hand and gulping some down. Once again, you had to keep yourself from gagging at the intensity of the alcohol. 

“Maybe. And maybe you shouldn’t be drinking anymore. I think this is just straight alcohol,” you said, laughing.

“No! Phas is driving us home anyways, she only had the one shot. Besides, Mom’s out of town, I can drink as much as I please, I-uh oh.”

You turned to see what had gotten Sami’s attention, and all you saw was a girl about your age, maybe older, wearing a crop top and some short shorts. Her hair was a deep red, one that was definitely not her natural color, and her skin was extraordinarily pale. She looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place where you’d seen her before. Your being cross-faded really didn’t help either.

“Who is that?” you asked Sami before Sami grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the bathroom with her, closing the door and locking it. You were confused by her actions, but decided to go with it anyways. Once Sami closed the top to the toilet, she sat down and let out a sigh.

“Where’s Kylo?” she asked, the tone in her voice much more serious. 

“Smoking with Pat in his room, why?”

Sami let out another sigh before looking up at you.

“That’s Stella, his ex.” 

Realization dawned on you, but you were still stumped on one thing.

“She looks familiar, have I met her before? I know Kylo never showed me a picture of her.” Sami looked deep in thought before her face turned to a frown.

“I never got around to telling you, but Stella is the girl from the picture.”

You turned around just in time to throw up in the sink. Your stomach felt like it had dropped all the way to the floor, and you couldn’t stop yourself from heaving in the sink. Sami quickly jumped up with some toilet paper in hand, wiping away at the corners of your mouth once you stopped. You felt dizzy, like the world was spinning, and you felt yourself sink to the floor. You weren’t sure how to feel, or even how to process what you’d just been told. 

“I’m sorry,” Sami said, sitting down beside you. “I should have told you earlier, but it’s definitely her in the picture.”

“It’s okay. My reaction would probably be a little better if I weren’t piss drunk,” you said with a laugh. 

“Even so, I can imagine that’s a lot to process. I don’t get why she’s here, I don’t think Pat would have invited her,” Sami said, scratching at the top of her head. 

“I mean, he invited Hux, who we have yet to see, so is it really above him?” you offered.

“No, it isn’t. I often wonder why Milo and Kylo even hang out with Pat. He can be really shitty sometimes. Maybe it’s just for the weed.” You laughed, but then you turned to Sami, a more serious look on your face.

“How did Kylo meet Stella?”

Sami let out a sigh before running a hand through her dark hair. 

“I used to go to Corellia High, but I got mixed up with the wrong crowd, so my mom moved us to Mos Eisley my sophomore year. Stella was one of my friends in Corellia, we practically grew up together. I didn’t realize what kind of person she was becoming, and I didn’t realize that it was her my mom didn’t really want me seeing anymore, so we kept hanging out. Well, when I met Milo and everyone else, I introduced them to Stella. From the get go, Stella had her eyes on Kylo. She really wanted to corrupt him further, and kind of test his loyalty to her. I knew she was really just toying with him, but I hoped maybe he could ground her. Instead, she made him become a lot more unstable. Kylo’s issues were already pretty bad, according to Milo, but Stella made them worse. She always told him shit like his parents didn’t care about him, that he had to take care of himself, and that she was the only one who really loved him. At one point, the two of them would always blow us all off to be with each other. 

“Well, at one point, I tried to sit down with Kylo, to tell him that Stella wasn’t really good for him, and he lost it at me. It was the only time I’ve ever seen Milo and Kylo physically fight before. Milo punched Kylo, and Stella used it as proof that the only one who cared for him was her. At this point they were dating for about a year. Well, Jordan was at a party in Corellia, and that’s where she saw Stella all over Hux. Kinda like what that person did for you, Jordan snapped a pic and sent it to all of us. It broke Kylo. It was the only thing that got him to snap out of the trance she’d put him in, but it broke him. That first two weeks after, we were really worried about Kylo’s safety, but thankfully he just stayed home. He apologized to all of us for how he’d acted while he was with her, and he had Milo help him break up with her. Naturally, she didn’t like that, so she started to blame me for meddling into her business. She called me a jealous bitch, and that was the last time I talked to her. As for Kylo, it took awhile for him to really open up to any of us again. He trusted us, but not fully yet, after all, she had convinced him that we didn’t care about him. It wasn’t until right before he got arrested that he really opened up like before.”

You took in all of Sami’s words, processing the story, your heart aching for Kylo. Though there were definitely things you could understand about Kylo’s own story, at least Shawn had never convinced you that your friends and family didn’t care about you.

You were about to say something when there was a pounding on the bathroom door.

“Sami, (y/n), are you guys in here?” came Alan’s voice, muffled by the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Sami called.

“You gotta take Kylo to your place. He’s belligerent, and he’s about to start a fight with Hux,” Alan responded. You looked at Sami before the two of you helped each other out, stepping out of the bathroom and following Alan to the foyer, where everyone had fallen silent. At the door, you could see a man close in height to Kylo standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a smug look on his face. You could already tell by looking at him that you didn’t like him. Across from him, and closer to the three of you was Kylo, feet spread apart and shoulders hunched like he was ready to fight.

“I’ve had enough of your shit, Armitage. Why don’t you run back to piggy daddy and tell on mean old Kylo again?” Kylo yelled, his voice filled with hostility. You felt yourself sobering up as you pushed past people to get to Kylo. As you reached him, you also realized that Stella was hanging on Hux’s arm.

“Kylo, there’s no need to be that way,” she said, but in her eyes you could tell she was enjoying the chaos and the attention.

“You shut the fuck up! Don’t fucking talk to me!” Kylo practically spat at her. It was then that you placed a hand on Kylo’s shoulder, causing the tension in his shoulders to fall away. He turned to look at you, relief in his eyes.

“Come on, let’s go,” you said softly, taking his hand into yours. He simply nodded before being led towards the door by you, Sami following behind, and Phasma appearing behind her. You were almost out the door without incident when you heard a scoff from Hux as you passed by him.

“Of course. Run away so that Mommy can fix everything for you again.”

It happened in a flash, but Kylo let go of your hand and swung on Hux, leaving his nose bleeding.

“Oops, my hand slipped,” was all Kylo said before he threw the door open and headed outside. 

The ride to Sami’s house was quiet, the faint sound of the radio playing being the only thing to distract from the tension in the air as Phasma kept her eyes on the road, and Sami did the same. In the back seat of Phasma’s car, you sat upright, and Kylo laid his head on your lap. Trying to help calm him, you ran your fingers through his slick hair that had been nice and neat only hours ago.

Sami’s house was a quaint little house, not unlike your own home, though maybe a tad bigger. It had a very homey feel to it, as you stepped through the front door, looking at the quaint little way the house was decorated.

“My mom’s really basic. Anyways, Kylo, you’re sleeping on the couch. Let me get you some water and some blankets. (y/n), do you want to stay down here with him, or sleep in my room with me and Phas?” Sami said as soon as everyone was inside. You held onto your bag of clothes, thinking for a moment before replying.

“I’ll stay down here and keep an eye on him,” you told her. She simply nodded, heading to the kitchen and coming back with two glasses on water. She handed one to you, and one to Kylo. You gladly gulped down the water, grateful for a drink that wasn’t alcohol. Kylo sipped on it a little, but kept it in his hands, waiting on Sami to bring blankets. When Sami went upstairs the first time, Phasma followed, momentarily leaving the two of you alone.

“You can sleep on the couch,” Kylo said before taking another sip of his water.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just make a little pallet on the floor,” you insisted, but Kylo shook his head.

“I want you to take the couch.” With a shrug, you simply nodded.

Sami came back soon with an immense pile of blankets and some pillows.

“Okay, this is a pull out couch, there should be room for both of you,” Sami said, giving you a look that you tried to ignore. Sami pulled out the couch and set up the pillows for the two of you.

“Goodnight,” she said before disappearing upstairs. You settled into the mattress, pulling a generous amount of blankets over yourself. Kylo also climbed on, laying a little too close to you, but you didn’t mind. Once the two of you were settled, you were looking into each others eyes. Kylo’s were an ocean filled with emotion, but they were no less beautiful in your eyes.

“(y/n)? Thanks for being there for my dumb ass,” Kylo said softly. You simply gave him a small smile before letting out a sigh.

“I’ll always be there for you.”

With that, Kylo reached a hand forward, caressing your face gently before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

[desiraypark]

When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight [4]

Previous Entire Work CHAPTER PLAYERS Ruby Girard, The Beautiful Singer Crystal Canon, Ruby’s roommate  Kylo Ren, Leader of the Knights of Ren Vicrul “Vic” Arden, Senior Knights of Ren member/Kylo’s mentor Matilda “Tillie” Arden, Vic’s wife/former nurse Evin Chauntaine, leader/pianist of the Galaxy Syncopators  Flora Chauntaine, Evin’s wife

CHAPTER CONTENT Plot-building; backstory; blood; language; little “lovers quarrel” or spat.  Word Count: 1,764

“You’re home early,” Crystal said, sitting by the radio and drinking a cocktail in her robe. Ruby walked into the apartment and forced a smile. “Yeah, tonight was a little hectic.” Ruby plopped on the sofa with Crystal. “What’s that?” Crystal held her glass out to her. “Try it.” Ruby grabbed the glass, took a sip and nodded. Something with gin. Then she handed it back. Crystal’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Ruby’s hand, stained with blood. “What the hell happened?” she asked. Ruby sighed and melted into the old, stiff sofa that was there when Crystal had moved in with her ex-husband ten years ago.  

“So, the Lieutenant was fooling with me again, tonight…” “They haven’t thrown him out on his ass yet?” Crystal asked. “Chile, they’re always throwing him and out and he always strolls back in. But anyway, he started doing his usual thing. This time he put his arm around me...”

“Oh, no...” “And Kylo ended up beating him something terrible.”

Crystal’s eyebrow raised. “Kylo, huh?”

Ruby snapped her fingers. “Shit, I forgot my flowers. But yeah, Kylo. Poe put him out, and me and Kylo had a couple of drinks. Then, we left. We stepped outside and The Lieutenant came out of nowhere and cut him.” “What?!” “Yeah.” “Is he alright? Kylo?” “Yeah, I think he’s alright. He drove me home. Dripping with blood, though...” Worry flashed across Ruby’s face, and Crystal stared for a bit. Then, she took a sip of her drink.   “I’ve heard some things about him, Ruby. Kylo…” “Like what?” Ruby asked, putting her feet up on the sofa, bringing her knees close to her chin. “I’ve heard that he’s just…he’s just violent, Ruby. He was dishonorably discharged from the military for fighting. He’s notorious for getting into bar fights. I guess tonight was fight number two hundred, perhaps? I’ve even heard that he tried to kill his father…” “How do you know all of this?” Ruby asked. “I’ve asked a few questions…” “Of course, you did,” Ruby said. She rolled her eyes and got up from the sofa. She started to her bedroom. “His own parents don’t want anything to do with him,” Crystal added. “Well, damn—how many people did you ask?” Ruby stopped and asked. “I didn’t have to ask many, Ruby. Apparently, he has a pretty nasty reputation. He’s a member of the Knights of Ren.” ”What are the Knights of Ren?” ”A gang, Ruby. They own bars and nightclubs, apparently. They make their money off of alcohol; women--the usual stuff.” Ruby stared at Crystal and sighed. “I’m not about to marry the guy. I barely know him. Besides, he’s been nothing but nice to me...” Crystal shrugged. “Isn’t that usually how it goes, Ruby?” 

Before Ruby could respond, Crystal threw her hands up in surrender. “Look, you’re an adult. It’s your life. I just...I just want you to be careful.”

Ruby nodded and went into her bedroom. She closed the door and let everything crash around her. More bar fights? He tried to kill his father?! Daddy and mommy issues? ********************

“Fucking hell, Kylo…” Vic said, walking into the house with his bloody faced child boss towering over him. “Tillie?!” Vic dragged him to the kitchen. “Tillie?!” he called again. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’…” Tillie said. Vic’s wife slid through the kitchen in her robe. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kylo’s bloody face. “Stars. I’ll go get my kit…” She disappeared and Kylo leaned back in the chair, taking in a deep breath. “Kid. I’m starting to second guess Ren’s wishes every day, now,” Vic said shaking his head. Kylo groaned through a chuckle. “It’s nothing.” Tillie returned with a small medical kit and looked Kylo’s face over. “You’re probably going to need stitches, Kylo. That’s the kind of job that’s better done at a hospital...” Kylo groaned again. “You can’t do stitches, Mrs. A?” “I can, but I don’t have a proper numbing agent,” she answered, putting her fists on her hips. Kylo shook his head. “I don’t need no numbin’ agent.” Tillie looked at Vic, and Vic shrugged. She scoffed and opened her kit. “I’ll never understand you fellas’ dislike of hospitals.” She walked out of the kitchen again. “How the fuck did this happen, Kylo?” Vic asked. “Just a little fight, that’s all. Some drunk old man.” Vic’s eyes widened. “An old man?!” “Not old old—like your age.” “Well, thanks.” Kylo chucked and rested his head on the table. Vic grabbed his hair and lifted his head back up. “You tryin’ to ruin my wife’s fine place mats, the hell’s wrong with you?” Tillie came back in with a couple of wash clothes. She went to the sink and wet one with warm water, and wiped Kylo’s cheek. “Is this old man going to be a problem for us?” Vic asked. “Yeah…if he keeps fuckin’ with my girl,” Kylo said. He closed his eyes and felt the dabs against his face stopped. His eyes popped open and Vic and Tillie were both staring at him—Vic with raised eyebrows and Tillie with a smirk. “Ahh, so that’s what this is about?” Vic said. He grinned. Tillie continued to wipe and smiled. “Well, it’s about time. My Kylo dear has a girlfriend, huh?” “Who is she?” Vic asked. He smacked Kylo’s shoulder. “Well. She ain’t my girl, yet. I’m workin’ on it.” “She must be pretty special for you to be sitting here with a bloody face…” Tillie said. “Girl or no girl,” Vic chimed in. “You need to be more careful, Kylo. You’ve already got a reputation. People are gonna think you’re a loose cannon and won’t want to work with us anymore.” “Well, that ain’t gonna happen,” Kylo said assuredly. He closed his eyes again. Vic stared at Kylo’s rested face—his own eyes filled with worry. Tillie looked at him and forced a smile. “You need me to do anything, Love?” Vic asked. “Toss this in the laundry,” Tillie said holding up the bloodied washcloth. “And wash your hands after. I’ll need your help when I start stitching Mr. Iron Cheek here.” ********************

Kylo was walking up to Ruby’s building when a voice shouted in his direction. He turned to see Evin Chauntaine in the driver’s seat of car. A pretty woman was in the passenger’s seat. Kylo raised his eyebrow suspiciously. “Yeah?” “My name is Evin. I sing at the Galaxy,” he said. “This is my wife, Flora.” Kylo stepped closer to the car, eyebrow still raised. “Nice to meet you.” “I just wanted to take thank you for what you did for Ruby, man. The old man’s always trying to flirt with her but he ain’t never put his hands on her before,” Evin said. Kylo’s face softened, then his eyebrows furrowed. “Why ain’t nobody ever put his ass out?” “They always do. But he always comes back. But I guess it just doesn’t look good for business to throw a vet out on his ass.” “Hmm. Fuck that,” Kylo mumbled. 

Ruby came out of the building in just a simple pink dress and white shoes—no makeup--or not a lot of it, anyway. And she was still fucking stunner. She slowed her walk when she noticed Kylo. “Hey…” she said softly, a little surprise in her voice. She looked at his cheek and the strip of black thread going down it. “Hey. I was just comin’ to check on you.” “Check on me?” Ruby asked. “Yeah.” “Well, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ruby smiled and grabbed the car door. Kylo frowned. “I’ll see you around,” she said climbing in. “Nah, nah, nah…” Kylo said. He grabbed the door before Ruby could close it, then dipped his head in front of the passenger window. “You in a rush?” “No.” “Yes.” Ruby pursed her lips at Evin. “Uh...we don’t wanna run into traffic...” Evin said, attempting to fix his error. Kylo moved his head in Ruby’s direction. “What’s the matter with you?” Ruby rolled her eyes and climbed out of the car. Then, she gestured for Kylo to follow her down the sidewalk. He did, and they stopped some yards away from Evin’s car. Suddenly, Evin’s engine turned off. “I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’ve heard some unsavory things about you,” Ruby said. Kylo rolled his eyes. “And?” “I don’t think I like what I’ve heard…” Kylo scoffed. “Babydoll, you ain’t no fool. I think you know what I do for a livin’.” Ruby folded her arms and chewed on the inside of her mouth. Kylo smirked. “Look at you, pretendin’ to be all sad and hurt. Sure, people think I’m a fuckin’ asshole. I ever been an asshole to you?” “You haven’t been one to me, but I watched you beat up an old man. Twice.” “And it had you sweatin’ like a whore in church, too,” Kylo shot at her. Ruby’s jaw dropped. “Don’t play this game with me, Ruby. What’s really on your mind?”    Ruby picked her mouth back up and looked away. Then back at Kylo. “What’s with you and your parents?” Kylo’s eyes narrowed. This time, he averted his eyes and sighed. “Should’ve just asked me that instead of all of these dramatics, Babydoll.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet, then back up at Ruby. “Leia Organa Solo—the woman who changed your life and shit? Well, that’s my mother.” Ruby’s eyebrows knitted together. “Your mother...?” “So…Pastor Solo is your dad?” Ruby asked. “He’s my father,” Kylo said. Ruby saw pain in his face when he said that, and suddenly felt bad for bringing it up. She gazed at him with sympathetic eyes. But he rolled his own again. “Stop lookin’ at me like that. Look, I ain’t comin’ to the club no day next week. I’ve been advised to lay low,” he said with a scoff. “But I wanna cook you some dinner.” Ruby’s eyebrows shot up. “You? Cook me dinner?” “Yeah, I cook. I’m a damned good one.” Ruby tilted her head and sighed. “I don’t know…” “What are you doin’ Primeday?” he asked. “I—” “You eatin’ dinner at my place, huh?” Ruby blushed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I think that’s what you’re doin’…” Ruby gave him a soft punch in the chest. He winced only out of instinct, not because of her delicate impact. “Hey, look now. Don’t you get in the habit of trying to control me.” Kylo smirked. He reached his hand out and toyed with the fabric over her waist. “So, is that a yes, or a no?”

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Ownership - Chapter 2 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is pure porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged let me know. You can find my AO3 here

Warnings: Language, Sexual fantasies, Dirty thoughts, Kylo Ren is a warning, No Cora in this chapter really 

Chapter 2

Kylo Ren

I made it home around noon, parking the car in the garage. I picked up any mail on my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I opened up my laptop and the browser. I typed in Cora’s name and searched the results. She’d been stupid enough to put her full name in when she gave me her number. I sat back in my chair, unhappy with the results that had come up. Clicking the first link, I was taken to The Resistances’ webpage. She worked for that left-wing bullshit publication?! She worked for my mother. Whilst I didn’t have much against the magazine itself it was still my mothers and wanted nothing to do with either. I’d made that very clear the last time we saw each other over five years ago.

This definitely threw a spanner in the works. Did I really want anything to do with someone that worked for my mother? Someone who worked close with her. Someone who probably shared all her views. Someone who was probably just as insufferable as Leia. I clicked on ‘The Board’ header, quickly scrolling past the section and image of Leia until I found Cora’s. I was met with a professional business styled photo of her smiling softly at the camera. I had to admit it was a good picture…or perhaps it was the subject matter. Those pretty green eyes were full of so much innocence. Her long black hair framed her dainty face nicely. She might have looked a little better if she’d put some makeup on though.

And her wardrobe could do with spicing up, blazers didn’t suit her. She’d look much more tempting in a button up blouse and pencil skirt. My eyes skimmed over the small paragraph about her, it didn’t offer much useful information to me. She’d been with the company for five years and worked her way quickly through the rank’s blah blah blah. I needed to think about my next move carefully and with a level head. Heading to my bedroom to change, I decided I’d go for a jog around the block. Exercise helped me think.

I’d been in the same position for the better part of four years and it was only natural to want more. I wanted to progress, I wanted total control of The First Order. But Snoke stood in the way of that, the old man wasn’t looking to step down anytime soon and even when he did there was no guarantee he would hand the company over to me. He trusted me for the most part, but I didn’t trust him anymore. I had at that start when I was younger and naïve but now there was an alarming number of red flags. Snoke had expanded the company to other countries, selling them weapons and security. But then he’d also started selling weapons to smaller terrorist groups, groups that could threaten the security of this country. It was a part of my job to ensure the safety of this country and its citizens.

There was also probably embezzlement and bribery. I’d kept quiet about it in order to keep my job so perhaps I was just as bad. However, if I wanted to expose him, I’d need evidence. And right now, I didn’t have anything that would hold up in a court. And then there was the issue of exposing him itself. If I were to do it, it had to be in a way that didn’t bring me backlash or worse. If Snoke had ties to terrorists, he probably had ties to other people that were just as bad. Snoke could likely make a person disappear if he wanted. He had no issue firing staff for the smallest of reasons. Thankfully I wasn’t the only staff member who wanted Snoke out of the picture. The head of Missiles and Fire Control, Armitage Hux was also on board. However, there were other heads of departments that we couldn’t trust. Mainly Tarkin and Krennic.

They’d been with the company since Snoke built it so the three of them were pretty close. I’m sure they had crimes of their own, but I’d find that out eventually. Suddenly it all seemed to click in to place. Cora would be my way of exposing them. The Resistance would kill for a story as big as this. And it would grant me safety once everything was out in the open. Even though I’d make sure they kept their source to themselves. It was just a precaution. The only issue was Leia. If she got really interested in the story, she could stick her nose in too far. But she’d have to know the basis to give Cora permission to run the story. It was a risk. And I was already risking enough.

If Cora breached my confidentiality, I’d breach her story. Besides I had no intention of it just being business with her. There was no reason we couldn’t mix business and pleasure. I’d given her my number for a reason. Now I just had more of a reason. I wanted to drag her into my world at full force. I wanted her for my own selfish needs and fantasies. I’d been looking for a new toy for a while and she ticked all the right boxes. It had been very obvious that night she had very little self confidence in her looks or in the bedroom for that matter. She had an innocence about her that I wanted to corrupt. I wanted to mark her as mine. And I would. I felt I’d made a good impression of myself last night and this morning. I’d turned up the charm for this exact reason. She’d be a fool to say no to me now.

I finished my jog, heading for the shower. I took a quick one, washing myself off and quickly going over my hair. I dried off and changed into clean clothes. My phone buzzed, the sound a little more muffled as it rested on the bed. It was nothing important, just an email notification. I brought up Coras number and wrote out a quick message before hitting send. I know who you are. Three dots appeared meaning she was typing. I waited, sitting on the edge of my bed. Cora And what? You're gonna threaten me now? That is what people say about you. Oh. So she'd done her research too. Clever girl. I should have expected it what with her job. It was her job and her nature to be nosey. Unfortunately I did have a reputation with my short temper.

I don’t threaten those I like. The three dots appeared again. She seemed like she’d be easy to wind up. Cora Well after discovering the truth, I’m not so keen on you anymore. Bullshit. If that were the truth, she wouldn’t have text me back. She wouldn’t have kept this conversation going. You liked me a lot last night. The dots appeared, disappeared and then reappeared again. They stayed on the screen for a few minutes and then vanished again. I smirked; she knew she couldn’t deny it. I decided to make this a little easier for her, she was going to a stubborn one. I liked you a lot last night and that hasn’t changed with what's come to light. That was mostly the truth. I was still determined to have her.

Cora Why would a man who is clearly pro war and god knows what else, be interested in me? A woman who works for a magazine who exposes criminals, who is anti-war, who is pro feminism? My line of work didn’t necessarily define my views. It just gave people ideas of my views. I’m not pro war, wars just happen to be very lucrative. So when are you free next? I was thinking we could do dinner. Cora I’ll pass. Shame. She’d cave in eventually though. I’d make sure of it.

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Over the next two weeks I went out of my way to text her every morning and evening. And every time she responded. She was playing hard to get and she was indeed stubborn. But if I really was bothering her, she would have blocked my number by now. I’d started to create a mental note or list of things I wanted to do to her when finally she caved in. I think first I’d have to tie her hands behind her back, put her over my knee and spank the stubbornness out of her. And if that still didn’t stop her smart comments perhaps, I’d fuck her throat until she’d learned her lesson. She’d look good with my cock down her throat, gagging on it with tears in her pretty green eyes.

It was hard no to get distracted at work with all these fantasies. Hux was starting to notice just how distracted I was. “Will you focus Ren? I can see your looking through me not at me,” Armitage snapped. I blinked, snapping myself out of my dirty thoughts and returned my focus to him. He was going over the latest project he’d been working on. Something called Starkiller. Hux sighed, knowing that he still didn’t have my full attention. “Something's bothering you,” he announced. “What? Nothing's bothering me.” “Normally I have your attention and you aren’t checking your phone every half an hour.”

I suppose I had been checking my phone more often than usual. No toy before Cora had ever held out this long, they would have caved within the first few days. But Cora’s stubbornness continued to amaze me. “I’m guessing it’s a toy that’s gotten you so distracted?” Hux asked. “Potential toy. She’s making this harder than it needs to be.” “Or perhaps she isn't as interested as you think?” “Trust me, she's interested.” “If you say so. But for now, I’d love your full attention.” As if to prove a point I made a show of turning my phone off and putting it on the table. Hux smiled and resumed going over his blueprints with me.

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Making or Breaking Bonds?

Matt Solo x Reader

A/N: I had this angsty idea and thought I'd share it with you guys. There you can change the name of the girl and the movie to whatever but the ones in the story are just what came to mind.

Summary: Matt introduces reader to his new friend and it goes horribly wrong. Things are said and reader stops hanging out with matt until he is able to win the reader back over.

It was just like any other day. You were hanging out with 2 of the 3 Solo Triplets in their apartment, across the hall from yours. You were sandwiched between Kylo and Ben on the couch, watching some horribly written horror movie and laughing about all the cheesy acting.

"By the way, where is Matt?"

You asked both boys and Ben shrugged his shoulders but Kylo was a bit more informative.

"He said something about bringing over a new friend he made at work."

"Oh, okay."

And back to the movie it was. Some time passed and the movie was over. You all laughed and talked about how bad it was as Ben put in another movie, equally as cheesy and terrible. That's when there was a sound at the door, someone putting keys in and turning the doorknob. It was Matt. You jumped to your feet and went over to hug him but stopped dead in your tracks.

Kylo and Ben went over to greet the stranger, you, however, were in a bit of shock. She was absolutely beautiful, long flowing dark brown hair, skin that was tanned just right, she was thin and had a big chest, and to top it off was dressed in a business suit and just the right style of makeup. She was way prettier than you ever thought you would be and that frightened you. You mustered up the nerve to go over and greet her as well.

"Uuuh, guys. This is my new friend from work, Allison."

"Ummm, hi. I'm -"

"(Y/n). Yes, i know. Matt won't stop raving about you." Allison spoke confidently and that made you even more nervous, she shook your hand loosely then wiped it off on her pants as she brushed by you.

"What a quaint little living space, Matt." She inspected every nook and cranny it seemed like, Matt just followed her around and talked to her.

"Alright, what's the assessment?" Kylo came up from behind you and whispered in your ear. You turned around, Ben and Kylo were waiting for your input on the situation.

"What do you mean?"

"He means, what do you think of her. We dont know shit about her and we already thinks she's kinda a snob."

"I cant really say anything just ye-"

Suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering. You all looked over to see Allison over by a shelf, looking at the ground then to you and the other boys.

"Oops." She said trying to act cute, then she proceeded to walk on top of the glass, crushing it more beneath her feet. You, Ben, and Kylo walked over to see what she had stepped on and you stared in anger at the item that had fallen. It was a picture of you with all 3 of the Solo boys, sleeping together on a couch at their parents' house on Christmas morning. That was the most treasured picture amongst the 4 of you and both you and the boys had a copy of it framed. You began to suspect she knocked it over on purpose, but didn't want to assume the worst, hoping it was an accident.

"That's it, i hate her." Ben said as he picked the picture up from under the glass.

"You can't just hate her. What if it was an accident?" You tried to defend your fellow woman, seeing as to hoe you didn't know if she was the kind of woman to do such a thing.

"Oh yeah, and she just casually walks on top of broken glass with a smirk if it's an accident. If you had done this when we first met you, you would have offered to clean it and replace it immediately." Kylo added and he swept the glass into a pile.

"No, (Y/n) wouldn't even be close enough to it to knock it over in the first place."

Ben chuckled, Kylo then added in,

"Good point. I'm with Ben, i hate her."

It did look as if she had done it on purpose but you couldn't hust assume that. Why would she do something so mean to people she doesn't know. It as if she was trying to display her superiority in a home that she had no title in yet. This really got you a little mad and as you were about to say something, Matt came from the hall with Allison.

"Alright guys, see you later." Matt chirped. You ran over and gently grabbed his arm.

"Matt, where are you going? You just got here and i havent seen you all day." You almost whined. Matt smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Me and Allison are gonna go see a movie. We can hang out after i get back."

And with that Matt left.

You stood still in place for what seemed like forever, staring at the door. Did he really just leave so casually? No goodbye, just a quick kiss on the forehead. He didnt ask if you and his brothers wanted to join. Just him and this new woman all alone. Your mind felt like a plane that was crashing, and you were the only one on board. Suddenly Ben grabbed your shoulder and brought you back to reality.

"(Y/n), did you hear me? I asked if everything is okay?"

You turned to him and hugged him, no emotion showing him how you felt, no words telling him what was going through your mind. But somehow, he knew all of this was troubling to you. He hugged you tightly and then led you to the couch, Kylo joined a moment later. The boys sat with you and you all watched several movies together. While the boys laughed and talked, you sat on the couch and thought about Matt.

It was late at night and you decided to go home. As you opened the door, there stood Matt, about to place the keys in. You looked at him then looked around outside quickly. He was alone, thank goodness. You decided to stay and chat with Matt for a moment. He stood in the living room, you sat on the arm of a chair across from him, and the other 2 boys sat on the couch.

"How was your date?" Ben asked jokingly.

"It wasn't a date, we just had dinner as friends and watched Princess Bride 2 as friends. Then i dropped her off at ho-"

"WAIT!" You stood up and looked at Matt, hoping you misheard him.

"You took her to see Princess Bride 2!? Matt, what the hell?! I asked you if you wanted to go with me to see that weeks ago, and you told me you no because you didn't really care for Princess Bride."

"I don't but Allison really wanted to see it."

"I REALLY WANTED TO SEE IT, MATT!!!"

Your yell could've shook their apartment. You were so mad, you just let it all out.

"Well, don't get mad at me for that, Allison wanted to go see it, not me. Besides, we can still go see it."

"Matt, are you kidding me, right now? I wanted to go see that with you, on a date! I wanted us to have a nice evening together, like, oh i don't know, a nice dinner out, then go see a that movie, TOGETHER! But you told me no, so i didn't go see it at all. I was just gonna wait until it came out on dvd or netflix to watch it. You literally took that...that..that STRANGER out on my date idea!"

Kylo quickly got up and stood by you, seeing the look of rage in your eyes.

"Um, (Y/n), why didn't you just tell me and Ben that you wanted to go on a date with Matt? We would've set you guys up."

This was the first time you had mentioned this date to the boys at all. You had kept it a secret to yourself because after Matt said no, it seemed pointless to try and make him go if he didn't want to. And if you had told the other 2, they would've guilted Matt or forced him somehow to go with you and that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Matt to go on his own free will.

"I didn't tell you guys because i didn't want you to tell him that's what it was and then him go with me to a movie he would probably hate just because that's what i wanted."

"Um, actually, the movie was pretty good. I'm thinking about rewatching the firs-"

You and Kylo both glared at Matt, he shut up quickly. You faced Matt, feeling all sorts of emotions bubbling inside, emotions you didn't like.

"Matt, are you really that oblivious that you didn't realize i was asking you on a date?"

Matt scratched the back of his head and chose his next words carefully.

"Um....actually..." he started. You took a few steps back, realizing what he was about to say.

"Y-you knew!?" You angrily whispered. Ben got up and punched Matt in the arm.

"What the fuck, Matt!?" He yelled. Kylo aslo began yelling at Matt and it all faded as you thought about what had just happened. Matt, this entire time, knew that you wanted it to be a date and still told you no. You had not right to be mad at him for it, he wasn't your boyfriend, but it still hurt you deeply. You took a deep breath, pushed Kylo and Ben away from Matt and looked him in the eyes.

"Matt, do you like me, romantically?" You tried to ask gently. Matt hugged you and spoke.

"(Y/n), you know i do."

You were so confused. This was all a big mess. You couldn't handle it and pushed Matt off of you. You had tears streaming down your face and were filled with a mix of sadness and anger.

"Then why did you take her and not me? I wanted to go see it too, Matt. And you knew that. Am i...not good enough or something? I'm so confused."

Matt felt flustered and a bit irritated at himself for making you upset. He didn't think about what he was saying and blurted out something he'd regret.

"It was just nice to have someone i could have an intellectual conversation with for once."

Matt pauses, realizing what he had just said. He quickly tried to apologize but you glared straight into his eyes, feeling the anger rise inside you immediately, a single tear slid down your cheek and you pushed pass him and out the door, not saying another word. Matt didn't bother following you, knowing it would only make things worse.

"Shit." Kylo said, then him and Ben quickly ran after you and Matt stood by the door to listen in.

Ben knocked on the door and all him and Kylo could hear was sobbing.

"(Y/n)? Baby? If you want to, me and Ky will take you to see it."

There was only silence for a moment. Matt's stomach turned inside him as the guilt began eating at his conscience.

"Babe?" Kylo tapped on the door. This time it opened a little. They couldn't see you and you didn't want them to.

"I dont even want to see it now. Just leave me alone, please." With that, you closed the door. Matt ran his hands through his hair. What had he done? Kylo and Ben looked at each other, nodded and went back over to their apartment.

They didn't even speak to Matt as they walked pass him. And he knew they saw him when they walked in.

"Guys? Is she going to be okay?"

Kylo yelled angrily and went into his room, slamming the door behind him. Ben was about to walk to his but turned, look at Matt with disappointment and shook his head.

"You really messed up this time, Matt." Was all he said and then he went into his room. Matt was left in the living room, feeling the worst he's ever felt. He tried texting you, calling you, writing letters to you, but they always found their way back into his apartment. You were ignoring him in all ways you could. Several weeks had gone by and there was still no word from you.

"It was just a movie, is this silent treatment really necessary?"

One evening, Matt was sitting on the couch watching a movie, he thought he was alone but Kylo was in the kitchen.

There was a plastic cup thrown at the back of Matt's head. He turned and saw his brother in the kitchen.

"It isn't about the movie, you dope. She wanted to be with you, you said no to her but did it anyway with another woman. You broke her damn heart, you moron! Take your silent treatment and like it! You're lucky she's such a fucking sweetheart, she'll probably forgive you soon if you just leave her the hell alone."

Kylo grumbled and went back to his room. Matt thought about what kylo had said. He was right, it wasn't the worst way to be treated after you hurt a girl, but he definitely didnt enjoy it. He also thought about what he had done. He knew you wanted to go on a date with him, he knew you really wanted to go see that movie, and he knew how he felt about you. So why would he have said no to you, and instead took some stranger he accidentally bumped into at work? He groaned in disappointment at himself. He felt so worthless, he thought he didn't deserve you, and that's even before the mess he was in now. You are a godess in his eyes and he just blew any shot he had of being with you. One morning he saw you leaving your apartment and tried to say hi but you didnt even look at him, only the floor, with saddened eyes. He had done this and he knew that he had to fix this.

"Ben, Kylo, please. I need your help." He pleaded from the hall. There was no answer. He ran his hands through his hair.

"I really do like (Y/n), more than anything in the world, i know that i dont deserve her and maybe that's why i said no, but i have to fix our friendship at least. God, and i even haven't talked to or seen Allison since that night. She hated the movie, she hated dinner, and me. She was just...she wasn't (Y/n). I don't know what i was thinking. And i know this is all my fault, but i don't know how i can fix it. I just want to show her how much i love..." Matt paused. Up until now, he only thought about how much he liked you. How much he liked being around you, and how he liked everything about, and that he liked how beautiful you were when you smiled. But no, he didn't just like that stuff about you, he LOVED that stuff about you. Matt sprang to his feet, his hand over his chest feeling his quickened heartbeat.

"I...i love her. I love (Y/n)." Matt looked around, trying to figure out what to do. "Oh god, what have i done?! I have to fix this!" He quickly rushed to the door and practically ripped it open, you were already on the other side. You looked at Matt, a phone in your hands, tears rolling down from your eyes. Matt looked behind him and saw his brothers, Ben was holding a phone that had you on the line, he had a smirk on his face. Matt turned back to you and felt just an overwhelming sense of panic.

"D-did you...um, hear all of that?"

"Every last word."

You hugged him and at first Matt was surprised but he was quick to return and tighten the hug. He never wanted to let you go ever again. He was worried if he let go, you'd leave again and never speak to him for the rest of his life.

"Matt," you whispered. He pulled away and looked at you, "i love you."

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry!" He pulled you close again then pulled back and kissed you. It caught you off guard at first but you accepted it. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

"I will do anything i have to, ANYTHING, to make it up to you."

You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Well, could you get out of the way, me and your brothers are gonna miss a movie."

Matt pulled back and looked at you in confusion.

"What?"

"We're going to go out for dinner and then see a movie, as friends." Ben said cheerfully as he walked by Matt. He held his hand out for you and you took it then walked away from the door. Kylo followed behind and was about to close the door but looked at Matt before doing so.

"Or not." He winked at Matt and closed the door behind him. Matt stood alone in the apartment.

"I deserved that." He said with a smile.

[mysteryofren]

Not half bad

part 5 of so happy together

Part 4

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  After all the guests had arrived your grandfather swept you away introducing you to all his friends. And finally you met them. The Skywalker family heads. Padme and Anakin Skywalker. Ben's grandparents. This was the curse of the town, even if you didn't like someone, you still had to know their family. Though you didn't speak to them long, they seemed perfectly fine. In fact they were super sweet. Anakin owns several schools across the country, and he loved investing in race cars. Padme ran a ton of charities, she even organized fashion shows for some of the events. You had to remember to ask your pop pop about those later.

  At about 6 your grandfather announced that dinner was ready. You and Luke helped him bring in the food, and set it at the table. You went to take your seat when it was pulled out. You looked up and saw Ben had been the one to do it. He looked at the seat then back at you like he was yelling at you to hurry and sit. You sat down and thanked him as he pushed the seat in for you as well. Were you insane? Or was this the same guy who slammed a day in your face almost 5 days before. Everyone had started eating and having conversations. You sat awkwardly next to ben. Pop pop was talking to luke and another one of his friends so you couldn't even distract yourself by talking to him. You turned to Ben and opened your mouth to say something, when you heard him whisper. 

“Don't bother, I only sat next to you so I don't look rude to Luke or my grandparents.” Why'd he sound so angry?

“What the hell did I do to you?” you whispered back.

“Nothing, I just don't wanna deal with another spoiled rich kid.” really? 

“You don't even know me so dont try it, and that's pretty bold considering you're the one acting like a spoiled brat.” you stood up and excused yourself from the table unable to deal with his shit. 

You headed upstairs and sat on the top steps of the second flight. You looked at your phone and noticed it was 7:30. Your parents were in a time zone that was ahead of yours. Might as well get a hold of them now. Before you pulled up their number you messaged Elaine, giving her the usual christmas text telling her how much you love her and appreciate her. Once you hit send you went into your contacts and scrolled to your moms number. You hit the call button and listened. Almost immediately you heard someone. 

“Hello?”

“Hi mother.” 

“Y/N? Why are you calling? Is everything okay? Do you need money, because me and your father just put 3,000 in your account for the holiday.” 

“No mother. It's Christmas, you me and dad usually do our phone call today.”

“Ahh yes. Well you called a few days ago and let us know how things were going.”

So they had gotten the voicemail. “Oh, well i know, but i still wanted to call.” 

“Well you had told us everything was going well in the message, we assumed we didn't have to call,” before you even got a chance to respond she started talking again. “Listen darling, your father and I are at a party and I need to get back, I'll speak to you on new years alright?”

“Oh, okay. Well I love you, tell father i love too.” 

“Have a good Christmas, sweetie.”

 Have a good Christmas. Not ‘I love you’ ? Not ‘I miss you’? Not ‘lets meet soon’?

So many thoughts raced through your head, and though she had already hung up you still held the phone to your ear, thinking maybe there was more she was going to say. Did they really not care that much? Did they even love you? The thought of that made you want to die. You felt like you weren't breathing. You didn't know what to do. You put your back against the wall and pulled your legs into your body. Burying your face in your knees you let the tears fall. It didn't sound like it, but you were crying hard. It's like a storm was coming from your eyes. You didn't know how long you had been there until you heard someone coming.

 You didn't care who saw you like this. For once you needed to stop caring, and just let yourself do this.

“Obi-wan sent me to check on you, you've been up here a while.” you heard a deep gruff voice say.

You looked up at him. Tears running down your face, eyes bright red, face puffy. He immediately went over to you. 

“Are you alright? It's not what i said, was it?” Why did he care? Why did he bother pretending to care? 

“No it wasn't you.” you buried your face into your knees again. There was silence, and then you looked up. He had sat down in front of you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” oh great now he wants to talk. While you look like this? Then again. It's not like he would be your friend. It couldn't hurt to vent.

“It's my parents. They're just. Being assholes.”

“Trust me I know about asshole parents. What'd they do?”

“Nothing. They don't do anything, they don't call, they dont text. They don't care. Sometimes i feel like if i disappeared off the face of the earth they would be the last two people in the world to know”

“Yeah, i know the feeling,” he mumbled while looking down at his own legs.”your grandfather seems to care about you a lot though, that's gotta make up for something.”

“Some of it but not all of it. For as long as i can remember he's done more of the parent stuff than they have. He taught me how to do almost everything I know. He shouldn't have to, he already raised his kids.”

“Have they always been like that?”

“Yeah. I feel like they only had me for some marketing ploy for my dad's business. You know I dont think I’ve ever even heard them tell me they love me.”

“I feel that. My parents like my brothers way better than me. I mean it's different cause ya know they say they love me, but they never really show. Which hurts too.” wow he admitted something personal. Never saw that one coming. 

“At least you got brothers to hang out with when they forget you. I'm the only one they have.”

“Nah trust me it's better that you're alone. If they didn't have just you then they'd have a favorite.”

“That's a good point,” you didn't even notice you had stopped crying. “So. brothers huh?”

“Yeah. 2. Kylo my older brother he's like my grandparents shining star. He kisses their ass  any chance he gets. Then there's my younger brother Matt. He's the odd ball out of all of us, he's smart, awkward, and blonde. We don't even know where that came from, but he's mom and dads favorite.” he laughed as he said that last part.

“Is he coming to the school too or is it just you they are sending off?”

“He's been going there, you've probably seen him, you just don't notice him. He's with my parents in Hoth with my parents for vacation, and Kylo is traveling before his last year of college.”

“And you're here.”

“And i'm here,” he said as he looked up at you, “I guess it could be worse though.” 

You gave him a sad half smile. You both stayed there a minute, saying nothing when he stood up. He walked around and eventually walked into the bathroom. When he came out he had a few sheets of toilet paper. He held his hand out to you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up. You ran your hands over your skirt making sure everything looked good. He held the toilet paper out to you. 

“Let's get you cleaned up a little before we go back down.” slowly you took the toilet paper. He was actually being kind of sweet. You never imagined he could be this gentle based on how he acted before. You dabbed the area around your eyes carefully not to mess up your makeup. Luckily it was waterproof so the tears didn't cause any damage.

“We better get downstairs before they think we died. Or that we were doing something we weren’t supposed to.” he said with a wink, while motioning for you to go first. You walked ahead of him, careful not to trip and embarrass yourself. 

“I didn't say it before but the outfit is nice. It's a good outfit.” he sounded uncomfortable saying it. Awkward almost.

“Thanks. It's not my best dressed moment but I figured looking like i just stepped off a runway, wasn't going to sit well with my grandfather's friends.”

“Well maybe you can demonstrate your fashion expertise next time i see you.” So there was going to be a next time?

You made it to the dining room when you were greeted by stares, you had to hand it to Ben. He was a damn good liar. 

“Sorry i got lost looking for her, when she found me I took the opportunity to ask for a tour. Obi-wan I thought this was amazing but it doesn't even compare to the rest of the house.” both of you walked to where you were sitting as he spoke. Once more he pulled out your chair for you, and when you sat down he pushed it back in before sitting.

 The rest of dinner you and Ben participated in conversations with everyone else. Once everyone was done your grandfather went to clean when you stopped him, offering to do it for him so he could socialize. As soon as you offered, so did Ben. He thanked you both and walked towards his friends. Ben and you cleaned in silence. When you were done, he  packed the leftovers so everyone had a plate to take home, and you did dishes. 

“Are you feeling better?” he asked as he finished up his job.

“Yeah. thanks. You didn't have to listen to me or even help me, but it means a lot that you did.”

He grabbed a rag and started drying dishes next to you. You always forget how giant he is compared to you.

“It's no problem.” after the dishes were done you turned to head where everyone else was, when you felt a hand on your arm pull you back. 

“Listen. You were right. I don't know you, I was really rude and you didn't deserve it. Maybe I could get to know you though.”

“Uh. sure. I'm fine with getting to know each other.”

“If not then we can at least act friendly. Ya know for our families.”

“For sure.” 

“Good.” he walked out leaving you stunned. You've never been more confused in your life. What the hell was happening? Why was he going back and forth so often? Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. Ben was over by Padme talking to her when he looked at you. You smiled at him and walked over to your grandfather. He was standing next to someone you haven't been introduced to. 

“There you are, thank you for cleaning up for me dear. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” you said with a smile on your face. It really wasn't a problem, you loved helping him.

“Where are my manners? This is my friend Lando Calrissian, he co-owns one of the biggest trading companies in the world along with his colleague Han Solo.” Han solo. You knew him. You remember hanging around him a few times at some events, you liked that he never dressed the part. He always wore clothes that were too loose,kind of dirty, or just straight up did not look good. It was cool to you for some reason. 

“Hello Mr.Calrissian. I believe I’ve met Han before at a few of my parents' fundraisers.”

“I bet you have, that man is hard to not notice.”

“Yes, and I notice he's not here.”

“He's in Hoth with his wife and one of his sons, but his other son, Ben, is here” 

Ben was a solo? That meant his mom was Leia. Your idol since you got into fashion design. She owned her own brand of clothes. They weren't as big as Gucci, or Chanel, but still. To have your own brand. That was a dream.

“I was unaware that Ben and Han were related.”

“Nobody ever does, until you see them in a room together. Him and his brother Kylo bear a strong resemblance to him. Ben tends to act like him more though.” 

 You stayed socializing with Lando and your grandfather for a bit before you went to sit on the couch. You felt a sudden weight next to you and Ben Solo was sitting there. Next to you. Willingly.

“So uh this is some get together. Your grandpa sure knows how to throw a party.”

“I know right, total Rager.” you both laughed. Each time you talk to him it feels more comfortable. It feels right.

“So what made your parents ship you off here?” you asked. 

“Well the saw how well my Matt was doing, and decided it was time to boot me over”

“So what's your brother look like? I wanna know if I've seen him or not.” 

He pulled out his phone and messed with it a bit before turning it towards you. On the screen was a guy with wire rimmed glasses, and a messy mop of blonde hair. They shared the same nose, and they both had freckles all over their faces. They had some features that were their own though. One thing that stuck out the most was the look on his face. He looked nervous for some reason, you had no clue why. It wasn't the same goofy look Ben always had.

“Oh my stars, i never would've guessed you and Matt were brothers. I have computer science with him, we actually talk quite a bit.”

“Yup, that's him. He wants to be a computer technician.” 

  After the kitchen it seemed so natural. You laughed together and talked as if you were old friends. The ways he laughed. It was like magic. The way his nose scrunched up and his eyes closed, while his whole body moved forwards. It was pure magic.

The night ended and people started slowly leaving one by one. Eventually the last guests were also the first ones that arrived. Luke and your grandfather had been talking at the door while you and Ben said your goodbyes. 

“Tonight wasn't as horrible as i thought it would be.” you admitted to him

“Same here, i had a lot of fun tonight.” he grabbed his coat from the couch and was about to follow after his uncle. 

“I'm glad i got to know you a bit better. You're not so bad as it turns out.”

“You're not half bad either.” you smiled and playfully punched his shoulder. 

“I guess i'll see you when we come by on new years.”

“Guess so.” once more you extended your hand to him. This time instead of shaking it, he grabbed it and used it to pull you into him as he gave you a hug. After he had let go he walked out the door. You looked out the window and saw your grandfather, Luke and Ben standing by Lukes car. You watched as Ben said his goodbyes to your grandpa, and shook his hand. As he turned to walk inside, Ben looked at you through the window. You gave him a smile, and for the first time he smiled back.

It was late, about 11 when everyone left. You helped tidy up a bit before you headed to bed.as you got ready to go to sleep you checked your phone. A message from Elaine, replying to yours, and a message from an unknown number. You quickly responded to Elaine and checked the other one. 

‘Had a great time tonight. Thanks.’ so he did grab the note that day. You smiled and responded, telling him you appreciate him talking to you. As you drifted off you couldn't help but let your thoughts linger on Ben Solo. Especially that hug.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So I realised I didn’t post chapter 2 like normal of Blood Moon. I have written more shooters and I seem to have ground to a halt with it. Something happened at home and I guess my headspace just isn’t where it needs to be, but I do have content to keep posting so enjoy!

Blood Moon

Chapter 2

You sat looking at yourself in the mirror, Rey had done a good job with your make up, but that didn’t make you feel any less anxious. You put a hand to your throat as you could feel the panic rising. You couldn’t remember the last time you went on a date, you and Poe had been together for years, you were settled. Or so you thought. You shook your head, now was not the time to think about Poe. Rey came bursting into the bedroom babbling about how her and Finn were going to be right there and you shouldn’t feel nervous. You nodded.

‘Hey, you are going to go out there and have a blast. Poe left, this is his loss but your serious gain! That man is fit. Don’t blow this.’ She studied your face and her expression softened. ‘You will be ok. Just be you.’ You smiled weakly. ‘Come on, let’s get you to that restaurant.’ You didn’t live far from the Steakhouse so you walked arm in arm. ‘Where did he say he was going to meet you?’ She asked.

‘Just outside.’

‘Ok, we’ll be right inside.’ She hugged you before opening the door and disappearing inside.

‘Hi.’ You jumped at the sound of his voice and he seemed to appear out of the shadows. You smiled at him.

‘Hi. I’ve never eaten here.’ You confessed.

‘You haven’t? Please tell me you like steak?’ He asked. You giggled.

‘Yes I like steak.’ His shoulders relaxed a little and he took a step towards you, almost like he wanted to touch you. You looked up at him, the panic and anxiety falling away as you stared into those hazel eyes.

‘Let’s go in I’m starving.’ He rumbled. He stepped around you to get the door and you thanked him. As you sat down you spied your friends over in the corner and Rey gave you a subtle thumbs up. You looked at Kylo across the table and noticed his nostrils were flared as he glared over the top of his menu. He must really like the smell of steak. You both ordered food and drinks, the conversation flowed freely between you. The gin and tonic helped chase away the last of your nerves and you found yourself laughing and actually enjoying yourself. The man was witty and you liked that. When the food arrived you both reached for the pepper, you hands touched and again you felt that jolt between you.

‘S...sorry’ you gasped. It had been stronger this time. He mumbled something about needing the loo and he quickly got up from the table. You looked at your hand wondering why that kept happening. He returned to the table but you could tell he was tense. The conversation didn’t flow as freely anymore. You ordered another drink. And another. You could feel yourself succumbing to the alcohol but you didn’t care anymore. After such a good start to the date it had clearly turned badly. Why not get drunk. You swayed on the spot as he paid, you did offer your half but he refused to take it.

‘Come on let’s get you home.’ He said softly, leading you out of the restaurant. You stepped to the side as he went to put his arm around you. He paused.

‘I can make my own way home. Thank you.’ You swayed and wished the world would stop spinning. ‘Thank you for a great date.’ You said sarcastically. You began to walk back to your flat, hoping you didn’t trip in your heels. You went to cross the road but a hand in the middle of your chest stopped you. You gasped. He was strong.

‘At least let me walk you to the front door.’ His eyes were full of concern, not that you noticed. You sagged against his strong body and his arm enveloped you. He was warm, so warm and you mumbled as such.

‘So I’ve been told.’ His deep voice resonated through his chest and it made you feel safe. He pulled your keys out for you and opened the door. You kicked you shoes off with a sigh and started up the stairs. A few times you felt his hands on your back as he made his way up behind you. You stood in the living room. The emptiness of it washed over you.

‘I’m so lonely.’ You said softly. You didn’t mean to say it out loud, you weren’t even sure he heard you. He looked at you and hesitantly reached out. Without thinking you fell into his embrace. His warmth soothed you and his arms held you tightly. You could hear his steady heartbeat and his deep breaths. Yes, you could stay here forever. You looked up at him, his face was serious as he stared down at you, you could feel the tension rising between you and your breath quickened. Suddenly his mouth was on yours, he kissed you hard with an urgency you’d never felt before. You moaned into his mouth and his hands spread on your back pulling you as close as he could. A tingling sensation ran down your back and you shivered. He pulled away from you and you felt cold. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths in. You steadied yourself on the couch as you looked at him with big eyes. You’d done it again, upset him and you had no idea why. His fists clenched as he looked anywhere but at you.

‘Goodnight then.’ You said curtly. He nodded and walked towards the door almost like he was avoiding touching you.

‘Goodnight.’ You turned your back on him and closed your eyes. As you heard the door close a sob ripped out of your throat. This date had been a bad idea you were right, you weren’t ready. You stumbled to your bed and dropped onto the covers, you couldn’t stop the tears and you steadily cried yourself to sleep.

Kylo stood at the bottom of your stairs almost holding his breath until he was sure you were asleep. Hearing you cry almost made him run back up the stairs to comfort you. It had taken all of his self control to stay put when he heard the sadness emanating from you, he so desperately wanted to comfort you, to fix you and put you back together. This ex of yours had a lot to answer for. He silently made his way up your stairs, your steady breathing told him you were fast asleep. Makeup had streamed down your face and stained your pillow and he still thought you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. The pull he felt towards you was nothing he’d ever experienced before. He had risked everything taking you on that date tonight, and they had noticed. The need to protect you was so strong he almost felt like he couldn’t leave. He felt stupid for putting you in danger but the need to see you, talk to you, be with you was overwhelming. He wanted to bury his face in your hair and breathe you in, you were intoxicating. The front door clicked quietly, but he heard it. Kylo silently made his way to the top of the stairs and sniffed the air. He relaxed slightly.

‘Kylo?’ Someone whispered.

‘Hux.’

‘Mate, you need to leave. They know.’ Kylo snarled. ‘I don’t know how they found out but they always do.’

‘There’s just something about her, I can’t be without her.’ Hux looked at him.

‘Explain it to Han, he might be lenient.’ Kylo shook his head at the mention of his father.

‘They put these rules in place for a reason. What would Han do if she found out about our world?’ Hux spread his hands in an I don’t know gesture.

‘But would they let a soulmate come to harm, if she is that? Because it sounds like it is.’ They both turned to the bedroom at the sound of you rolling over in your sleep. Kylo clenched his fist. It pained him knowing he had to leave you. ‘Come on. Let’s go before they find us here and shit hits the fan.’ Kylo knew he was right. Hux grabbed him, pulled him down the stairs and into the night.

[lueminous]

so we know that rey, finn and poe go on a quest together. we also see c3po with them at one point. so what if the macguffin they are looking for is somehow connected to palps. there is an “evil” c3po in the trailer suggesting he might be reprogrammed or,,, possessed??? what if palpatine kind of invades the good guys ala The Thing? He starts off with a harmless creature first, in this case one of our oldest and most favourite droids, but ofc this being sheev he is looking for a stronger host. somehow he gets to rey???

i dont think he will ever possess ben bc sheev has had a very bad experience with a skywalker in the past and that ended with him thrown down a shaft. to add to that, ben has already killed his master this early into his dark side career and i know anakin stans will hate to hear this but ben is stronger and i dont think sheev is gonna trust trying to pull some shit with him. 

thats how i think dark!rey will be a real thing in the movie. not willingly bc rey’s moral compass unlike anakin’s is way too solid to actually become Evil. and while i wouldnt have been against her going deliberately dark i dont think tfa or tlj have developed her character into that direction nor do i think that tros has enough time to believably do that. hence we will be getting dark!rey via possession by the emperor.

i know a lot of people assume dark!rey is going to be a vision, which is definitely possible but i think she will be a real tangible thing one way or another and here is why:

1. people can say all they want that it’s a misdirection but previous trailers were not full of fakeouts either no matter what some grumpy people claim. Finn was shown with the lightsaber in tfa trailer and while he was not force sensitive he definitely fought against and stood up to kylo ren in a very epic moment. the tlj trailer had rey saying “i need someone to show me my place in all of this” and then the cut to kylo ren holding out his hand to her. In the movie rey says this to luke, but that still doesnt mean the trailer was a misdirection bc in the movie proper ben solo was still the one to provide her with guidance more than luke. the trailer was telling us something regardless of the way it was cut it still showed us what was going to happen in the movie.

2. JJ said (thanks to rian) that he approached tros far more bravely and boldly than he did tfa. That’s why i think JJ is actually going to go there.

3. Daisy was shocked that they showed the dark!rey moment in the trailer. idk it seems like there is more going on than just a lame vision. it sounds like a very important part of the movie.

4. Rey did have her personal conflict in tlj but she has yet to have a moment with the dark side like anakin and luke. we all know how anakin’s confrontation with the dark side went, luke had his vision in the cave in dagobah and eventually when he confronted his father.

5. i dont want to put that much stock into the teaser poster but i do find the constellation of ben and rey fighting in the foreground while palps is hovering in the background very striking. he is the big evil looming above the both of them, connected to them by lightning like the strings of puppets like he is the one to stoke the conflict and to make them fight even tho rey and kylo ren have plenty of reason to fight each other already without sheev’s involvement.

6. i have a feeling that rey struggling with the dark side will not only serve her character development where she will be fighting her inner demons but also influence ben solo’s own development. he thought that’s what he wanted only to see rey being tortured and hurt by the same force that fucked him up.

7. palps used anakin’s love for padme to manipulate him and he’ll try to do the same here imo but this time he will fail bc love will prevail.

8. it would be really cool lmao

anyway i could definitely be totally wrong but i got my clown makeup ready in that case