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moonlightsolo · 6 years

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Bête Noire

summary: Kylo Ren dissipated from the First Order with a group of men and women. They are taking part in a classified mission, leaving you behind on the Star Destroyer. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean you can rest when he is gone. Ren assigns you a temporary position in janitorial work around the ship.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: two curse words?

a/n: i’m sorry this is so short? i’ve been having a hard time writing and honestly IT SUCKS TO HAVE WRITERS BLOCK FOR SO LONG. i think i mentioned that i will be doing one chapter a week from now on, i hope that is alright. love ya readers xoxo ( sorry for the lq gif )

ALSO a big thank u to @kesstiel for letting me use their outfit in this chapter for the reader! ♡ ♡ ♡

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

With a sharp inhale, you stumbled through the mechanical door of your quarters. As you heaved over, your hands reached down to untie the laces on your shoes and tug them off. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your feet dragged you towards your bed. Slowly you crawled back into the unwelcoming coldness of your sheets, pulling the blankets back over your body and falling asleep.

The rambunctious blaring of the datapad’s alarm jarred you out of your slumber, jolting awake to slam your hand down on the tablet to turn it off. The soft draft from the air condition made you shiver as it blew against your exposed face, the soft rose-colored duvet was pulled up under your chin. A quiet yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles from the position you’ve been in all night. The memories came flooding back into your mind; the training center, Kylo Ren, the mission he is going on. You pulled yourself to sit up and rest your back against the headboard, your fingers grasped the datapad and lifted it off of the office. An alert was shown on the screen;

‘I’ve assigned you to a temporary job while I will be gone. I already sent over the location to you. It should be marked on your datapad - Ren’

Damn, you thought you’d have time to take a break from training with him. You scrolled through the screens to get to the map, seeing that the job was marked. Curiously, your finger pressed on the dot and it brought you to another screen. The job he assigned was... “A janitor?!” Your voice screeched in horror, eyes widening and your grip tightened on the tablet. “Seriously?” You groaned, head falling back against the gray wall that supported your body.

“I want to fight, not to clean!” You huffed in annoyance before you swiftly moved to plant your feet against the ground to stand up. It should have been you who was training with him last night, going on the mission with them. You are more than capable to take care of yourself. Quickly you moved across the area to make it to the closet, your hands flipping through the outfits that are hanging up. You come across a gray First Order jumpsuit, a zipper that traveled from the collar to right where the waistband of your underwear would sit. On the sleeve was a red First Order symbol, your thumb gently ran over the patch.

As you got undressed from your pajamas, you slid your body into the baggy outfit, zipping it up and making sure your skin didn’t get caught in the line of it. There was a tiny tag already clipped onto the pocket that sat on top of your chest; your name was simply printed on it. He must’ve dropped it off, or ordered someone to do so while you were asleep. With a quick motion, you bent down to sweep your boots off of the floor when you walked to the couch to plop onto the cushions. Your hands tugged your leather boots on, tucking the gray fabric into them.

You stood off the couch, sighing softly as you pulled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head before heading over to the kitchen area. In a matter of minutes, you had eaten some breakfast, brushed your teeth and splashed water on your face.

Unfortunately, janitorial work didn’t permit you to bring your staff along. You wished you had a more discreet weapon to harbor in one of those giant pockets on your leg. With the force, you summoned the datapad to your hand before walking out your quarters.

Sweat was forming on your brow, not from exertion but from nervousness and pressure from your boss. You are fixing a broken latrine in one of the Officers quarters, your boss breathing down your neck as he observes your work. His tone of voice is insulting as he told you were doing something wrong and commanded you to correct your mistakes. To make matters worse, the high-ranked Officer was also standing by intently glaring at you both.

Finally, it was fixed and it flushed properly. Your boss didn't praise you or even smile just accepted the payment from the man and went on his way. He left you to clean up all the dirty tools and to carry the heavy tool bag. You’ve completed already eleven tasks today; cleaning, fixing, mopping, more cleaning, plunging... Disgusting.

You followed your boss to the janitors' cubicle, where the tools are to be stationed and all the janitors meet up at the end of the day. The boss split up the money between the workers, giving himself more even if he didn’t do anything. It is not like you really needed money anyways right? Why did they need money but everything was taken care of for you? You shoved your thoughts away for later as the boss dismissed everyone. You swiped your payment off of the table, stuffing it into one of your pockets. You took one long stare at the boss before walking out with your datapad and earnings.

On the way to the commissary, you had unzipped your jumpsuit and pulled the sleeves off of your arms to tie them around your waist, leaving you in the white tank top you had on underneath. It didn’t take long to finally reach the cafeteria, your stomach was grumbling which was a surprise from all disgusting things you’ve seen all day. You waited in the line for food, holding onto the plastic tray you had received when you arrived. You served yourself food, spooning on vegetables and fruit, as well as some slop you weren’t sure what it was made of.

After getting all your food and a drink, you walked over to an empty circular table. Peacefully, you began to eat your food in silence except for the voices in the room and the tv’s blaring General Hux’s menacing, commanding voice going on about how the Resistance is nothing but scum and how it is short-lived and minuscule compared to the First Order. His thick accent sent shivers to crawl down your spine, and not in a good way. Although the mention of the Resistance made you ponder, you haven’t actually thought of the Resistance in quite a while.

“Poe, Leia, Beebee-eight, Finn, Threepio, Rose, Rey...Stop! The First Order is where you belong... right?”

You shook your head, ridding yourself of them before taking one last bite of your food, standing up and swiveling your body around hastily. Your eyes came in contact with a stormtrooper's helmet, staring down into the black slit. Awkward tension grew so you averted your gaze and scurried out of the cafeteria, towards your quarters.

Upon your arrival, you made sure to hit a button so that your door was dead-bolted once more, the only way in is if someone has the force. Something uneasy stirred inside of you like bad news was coming your way. You quickly stuffed your leftover food into the small fridge, stripping your janitor uniform off of your tired body as you made your way to the bathroom to clean off the filth.

Water droplets rolled down your naked back from your sopping hair, your hands held up the towel that was loosely wrapped around your clean body. The feeling of misfortune diminished thankfully, all you felt was exhaustion. Your muscles ache, realizing how much you truly need sleep. Once you collapsed on your bed, you fell asleep in your towel with not a care given.

The next few days went about the same. When you were with Kylo Ren, it was always something new and exciting the next day. This assignment is dreadful; work, eat, shower, sleep and repeat. For six days, until your alarm didn’t go off one morning. It let you catch up on missed sleep. When your eyes fluttered open that morning, it was quiet except the soft hum of the ship's engine that you’ve learned it helps lull you asleep. “Shit!” You yelped, sitting up in bed and scrambling to grab your datapad.

No alert. Nothing. Nada.

You didn’t sleep through the alarm, it just simply didn’t go off. Your fingers swiped through the pages, seeing that you weren’t assigned to it anymore. You clicked on your personal, noticing the normal like your height, weight, and measurements. Kytana’s name was now replaced;

‘Training under the Knights of Ren, a hierarchy of the First Order’

The words made you freeze, powering the tablet off instinctevly and laying it back down on the desk. You fell back against the blankets in shock as your mind raced with questionable thoughts.

Will you be targeted by people in the First Order? Is Kylo aware of how much danger he may have put you in? More importantly, has Kylo Ren come back?

Since it was now time to get up and determine what you will be doing for the rest of the day since your schedule is clear. It would be impossible for you to stay confined behind the door of your quarters, but what about being tied to the Supreme Leader? Would people be out for your head?

With a deep breath, you shook your hands to try and get rid of your anxious thoughts. Clearing your mind as you thought about force training with Kylo, beating him in a sparring match, the warmth that was felt between you both... Opening your eyes, narrowing them to slits as you marched over to your closet. You used your hand to slide the door open, carding through the outfits until you found the one that you were searching for.

The outfit Kylo Ren gave you. Kylo gifted this to you for a reason, and today is that reason. Instead of hiding, you wish to flaunt yourself and make it known that you were being trained by the Supreme Leader, making it obvious that he is the one you retreat to. After stripping from your pajamas, you tugged the leather leggings over your legs. They hugged your thighs perfectly.

The under-tunic was next, pulling it on top of the fitted black tank top you had on. You slid your arms through the holes, admiring the pleating that matched Kylo Rens. The black corset is laced around your waist, accentuating the natural silhouette of your midriff. Finally, you took the cloak to situate it on top your shoulders and let it flow behind your body. The black hood you were accustomed to wearing was now swathed around your neck, not putting it over your head just yet. You let the natural wave of your hair be shown.

Now that your whole outfit was assembled you yearn to see what your appearance is like, you sauntered into the bathroom. The light turned on, allowing you to come face to face with yourself, it was different. You look powerful, strong, empowering and full of vigor. A smug smirk appeared on your lips, you uncannily resembled him.

The populace of the First Order will realize who you are affiliated with; The Knights of Ren.

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