#dangerouskisses

[dont-call-me-cliff]

[desiraypark]

Dangerous Kisses

Hey y’all. I’m still learning fanfic terminology and all of that, so please bare with me! Hope you like it. One-Shot Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Trigger/Content Warning: Depression/Postpartum Depression; Angst; implication that outside of this scenario, the intimate relationship is tumultuous. Word Count: 464

Your own parents didn't want you, and they made you feel that all the time. At first, you didn't want Torrin. At least, not with the man who was her father--your ruler, your Emperor; a man who'd massacred thousands of people just to be able to sit on a throne. But you didn't want Torrin to feel what you felt as a child. No child deserved to be hated. So, you overcompensated, and it'd come back to bite you. Torrin was spoiled and had developed a temper. You wished you could say she got it from her father, but your temper was probably just as bad as his. In fact, that’s what drew you to Kylo, and him to you. Torrin ran to your arms when she fell and only wished to be fed from your breast. You could not move an inch without her latching onto your leg. Sometimes it was nice to be loved that unconditionally, but most times, you wished for your life before her, before Kylo Ren, and before the First Order. She'd finally fallen asleep. You left her quarters, walked into yours, sank to the black marble floor and sobbed. Your cries bounced off the walls, then became muffled when you leaned over your kneecaps with your face in your hands. Moments passed--you don't know how many--and you barely heard the doors slide. You didn't have the strength to pull yourself together. You didn't care if he saw you crumbling. The thuds of his boots ascended in your direction and the doors closed behind him. Your cries turned to whimpers, and suddenly, you felt leather gloves grip your arms and lift you up. You looked at your husband through cloudy eyes, then turned your head away. He released one of your arms and turned your face back in his direction. Kylo did not like displays of weakness from anyone—and if this were any other night, you’d fear his reaction. But tonight, you just couldn’t care less. He took you in with his dark eyes—probably reading your mind, which you hated. Then, finally, he released your face and kissed you on the cheek. A soft gasp fell from your lips—and seconds after it fell, he planted a slow peck on your lips. He pulled you into his wide chest, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your forehead. You hated him for who he was and for how he made you feel: angry, sad, and ashamed…and protected. And as dark and pitiful as it was, the most dangerous man in the galaxy was also the only person who made you feel loved. He rubbed your back and pressed his lips against your forehead once more. Almost like he touched a trigger, you dropped your head in his chest and wept.

[matteohudson]

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