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A Ripple In Space

I just want to know you more.

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4. Viper

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Kylo Ren x fem.reader

WC 6k *Canon Divergence, angst, slow burn, soft dom, hurt/comfort

As you softly open your eyes to the low humming of the ship. You move your hand to the rest of the empty mattress. Realizing that you are indeed alone. Fully opening them, you quickly start to remember where you were.

Oh maker, I'm in his room..

Now fully awake at the realization, you slowly remember the previous night, having a hard time processing it. Your chest was suddenly moving quicker, knowing how much of a traitor this was making you. You were an ally to the jedis and to the resistance. Just like your parents were before you and you just slept with Kylo fucking Ren.. As you pass your hands in your hair trying to recollect yourself, you let out a deep sigh. You had just woken up and were already feeling drained.

You finally calmed down and glanced at his empty pillow. Which gave you an instant pinch in your chest, and just like that, you can't stop your mind from going back to his soft and plumped lips. Twitching as he was moving closer. His eyes, deeply looking at you with desire. How could someone be so violent and yet this gentle? Thinking back on how the rage was consuming him as he previously choked the guard. The horror you felt seeing him igniting the red beam of his sword. The one that brought so much destruction and fear across the galaxy.

It doesn't take long for you to hear your stomach growl. Finally getting up and out of the bed, you move slowly to the kitchen. Living life on a ship was truly a different experience than the one you had on land. You miss the warmth of the sun on your bare legs in the morning. Sunbathing on the balcony with your caf in hand. Here, the air is recycled and for some reason it is always cold. To be completely honest with yourself, the dark colors of the ship gave you more goosebumps than the cold air.

As you’re making some eggs on the stove behind the counter, you hear the swooshing sound of the front door opening.

Maker he's already back. You tell yourself, not being mentally prepared to face him again. You can feel your heart beating faster as the heavy steps are coming closer to the kitchen. You see a man turning the corner with a small cart. Giving you a wave of instant relief. He was tall, with dark hair and defined features. He was not only wearing the ship’s uniform. He also had the official cap and badges completing the ensemble. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights, hair all over the place with a spatula in hand. Trying to cover your thighs as much as you can with the oversize tee you're wearing. Even behind the counter, you still felt naked.

“Oh, I am sorry miss. I didn’t.. It's usually empty. I’m simply the cleani.. I can come back later.”

You couldn't help but smile timidly at his anxious avoidance. ´He looks really cute’, telling yourself as you're trying to focus. “It’s okay. I’m actually new here, kind of.. You can carry on, I was going out anyway.”

The man takes a moment, staring at you as you return to your cooking. After a moment you peek at him through the fallen hair hiding parts of your face. “Yes?”

He clears his throat, “Isn’t it a bit late to be going to work? The day shift has already started.”

You give him a smile before replying, “I don’t have a job, yet. Like I said, I am quite new here..”

“Right, sorry for my intrusion.”

“Don't mind it. I enjoy your company. It has been weeks since I've talked to an actual human being and not guards or droids.” rolling your eyes sideways.

He walks closer to the kitchen island. “Well, I’m Henry. Nice to meet you.” Smiling as he shows you his hand to shake.

“You can call me Viper..” moving slightly forward to shake it with yours.

“Cool, well.. I better start if I want to live for the next 24 hours.” He breathes out as he's going through his cleaning supplies.

“Do you know where I can find work?”

He looks at you before answering, “Well I heard they need help in electric. Wiring, to be precise. I can give a word for you if it’s somethi-”

“Yes! Please, I would really appreciate it.” cutting him off as you smile brightly.

In the meantime, Kylo Ren was sitting in his office with his chair turned and facing the window. The light coming from it was softly hitting half of his face and body as he was watching the calm darkness of space. He had woken up early, not being capable of keeping himself asleep while being so close to you. He didn't want to leave the ship for duties just yet. Even though he knew absolutely nothing about you, no amount of time was enough with you. He was tested by his curiosity and now, you were all he could think about.

I can’t keep losing control like this, trying to remind himself. He lets out a deep sigh as he rises from his chair, putting his helmet on. I’m going to be gone for a couple of weeks. That should be enough to forget about her, right? ..And her, me.

As he’s moving through the hallways, he hears a familiar voice nearby. He halts, moving his body to the corner of the wall while listening closely.

“Thank you for helping me clean the place that was nice of you.” A man says.

“I told you; I enjoyed it..” The familiar voice responds gently.

Laughing, “You must be the only one I know who does. See you around, Viper..” As he moves away, you smile shyly to the back of him, pressing your lips together.

A pinch in his chest makes Kylo step behind you quickly, “making friends I see.” Your blood runs cold as you hear the static of his modulated voice. He was hovering you with his height. Looking as intimidating as the day you first saw him. His mask analyzes you as you try to keep control of yourself. You haven’t done anything wrong but somehow it felt like you did. Seeing you avoidant and playing with your shirt, makes him mad. He starts pushing you back into the wall behind you. Giving you no other choice than to fall into it. By default, you try to take as little space as you can manage between his broad arms placed on each side of your head. He had his way of making you feel small and today was no exception. “Unless he’s more than a friend..” Suggesting as he tilts his head to the side.

“No, I was simply helping him with his tasks I swear.” answering while staring at your feet. “I don't even know him. I just met him.”

He takes a harsh breath before removing his helmet with one hand, “look at me.” But you were too scared to look. Only give him a quick glance before returning your gaze down. “I said look at me, Viper..” Saying your name in a low, firm tone. You swallow, looking up to meet his eyes properly. They were small and dark from stress and lack of sleep. His plump lips twitching as he was staring at yours. “Viper, I have to say, it suits you well.” saying softly. “Now how does one acquire a name like that?”

“My father gave it to me before he passed.” You say, trying your best to keep your voice steady. You didn't want to lie, but you don't want to tell the whole truth either.

“What about the boy, mh?.. I thought we were going to be honest with one another.”

“I met him this morning, I swear nothing happened.” you protest.

He scowls, “well you knew nothing of me..” stating as he takes his hand to cover the side of your head before closing his eyes. As he focuses you feel the same aura and feeling you sensed while he was thrusting inside you the previous night. The white and warm light radiating around him. He was searching your mind as you randomly see memories coming to you quickly. Starting to breathe faster, you feel a drop of sweat tickling the edge of your hairline. You try to fight the invasion as much as you can, but it stops on a memory you formed this very morning. The one blushing as you saw Henry in your oversize tee. Trying to stretch the fabric down to cover your legs. Suddenly, Kylo pushes himself back, as he watches you fall on your knees.

“You were almost naked.” he urges, his voice becoming dangerous. “What happened!?”

“You saw what happened, why are you asking me?” saying while calming yourself down.

“I want to hear it from you.”

You peek at him through your fallen hair in disbelief. “He came in to clean your quarters. At first, I thought it was you. I was cooking, I thought I was alone. He presented himself and that's it. We talked about a jo-”

“The desire..” he says angrily.

Okay now you were extremely confused. “Desire? What desire?”

Trying to make sense of what just happened, He takes a moment before speaking. He was used to entering people’s minds and even controlling them, but this felt weird, even for him. He was able to feel your emotions like they were his. Something he had never experienced before, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to after this. “The one you have for him.” eyes daring you to say otherwise.

Your lips parted as you were slowly panicking. “I-I just find him cute. That’s all, I swear.”

His hand twitched as he was looking deeply into your eyes, searching for the truth. He could see how frightened you were but also how sincere. He knew he couldn't fight it as he came back to you slowly. Bending slightly, he takes your hands and uses them to pull you back on your feet. He gently pushes the hair out of your face with the back of his fingers before passing his thumb over your lips. Staring at them, he slides his hand to grab the side of your jaw. “I have to leave for a short while, but I trust you will follow our agreement.” Seeing him clench his teeth before looking into your eyes. Fighting the urge to taste you on his lips. “You must sleep in my quarters. That is the only place I know you will be-”

“Safe, I know. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.” stating as you smile.

“It’s not you I'm afraid of.” he grimaced, “promise me.”

“I promise” you confirm before letting out a deep sigh.

Without a word, he puts his helmet back on and turns away.

What did I get myself into?

Weeks have gone by without any news of Kylo Ren. While the crew was more relaxed and carefree, you were learning your new job stress free. Thanks to Henry’s recommendation, you were now fully working in electrical. In fact, you were already being left alone to fix some bad wiring that was previously done by a guy who allegedly died in battle. If you were completely honest with yourself, he didn’t seem to have a clue about what he was doing. It was all a mess; everything was badly connected while other pieces were simply missing. You let out a bored moan as you lay back into the corner of the tight space. Sliding down along the wall before sitting on the floor.

You felt quite lonely on the ship. No one was really chatting with you since you were sleeping in the supreme leader’s quarters. They weren't particularly mean to you, but gossip was spreading quickly among the crew. The only friend you had was Henry and sadly, your schedules were not working in your favor. Kylo was gone for a while now and you still didn't know what you felt about him since your last encounter.

He's a horrible man. He brought way too much destruction to the galaxy for me to fraternize with him, I just can't.

As you examine the back of your hands placed on your knees, you remembered your last night with him. The one you have been trying for weeks to forget. His touch, his smell intoxicating you. You knew you wanted all of those again and that alone was terrifying you.

While being lost in your thoughts, you're toying with the bracelet your sister had made you back home. Smiling to yourself, you can’t help but wonder what she would think of you if she knew you slept with literally the worst person in the galaxy and still wanted more. While rolling the threads in between your fingers, you think back to Kylo and the way he said your name, Viper.. Since your parent’s death no one has ever called you by your real name, not even your sister. They were the ones who gave it to you after a successful mission destroying one of the first order’s bases. Along with your successful mission, your codename had become your identity.

Oh maker, it’s today..

The day was a long one for Kylo. His only desire for weeks was to come back to the finalizer knowing you'd be there. He couldn’t wait to finally get back on his ship. He very much regretted not kissing you goodbye. You've been haunting his dreams with the smell of your hair and soft skin ever since he left. He was still trying to figure out how your connection worked. How he was able to finally see a little more in your head but also feel you the way he did. As much as he wanted not to, he quickly realized that keeping himself away from you was not the right approach. His emotions were controlling him further each day and it scared the shit out of him.

For now, he was simply excited to see you as he moves inside his quarters. Although, the smile behind his mask quickly vanished as he glanced around the empty space. His assistant had previously confirmed that you would be here and yet you were not. Even if he wasn’t on the finalizer, he kept an eye on you. He had heard about your new job and schedule, and knew you're supposed to be done by now. He calls to double check in the electrical but apparently no one has seen you for hours. His mind draws him back quickly to the boy he saw you talking to. What if she had moved on? Did she use me? Maybe I scared her too much before leaving? What if she had escaped?

His fears were getting the best of him as he pushed the side of his comm-link angrily, “Find her” ordering, swirling back into the hallway.

After almost an hour of searching, a soldier comes to him. “We have found no trace of the women, Sir.”

He sighs, “what about the tie fighters?”

“We have stopped the departures. We also have the right numbers in inventory. No anomalies have been reported with the ones who did leave earlier today, Sir.” the men stated.

“This means she's still on board.” Getting angrier thinking of the memory he read out of you before leaving. The way you felt seeing that boy, the desire. “You don’t stop until you find her.” Commanding him as his fingernails were digging into the leather of his gloved palms.

The trooper nods before turning away quickly to inform the others. Meanwhile, Kylo was trying to calm himself down, but it was useless. He could visualize you kissing the boy like you kissed him. Giving yourself the way, you did with him. He did not know much about you; he didn't know how much he could trust you.

As he's spiraling, he feels a soft breeze on his skin. Which is odd since he is covered from head to toe with fabric. The goosebumps were going right up the nape of his neck. Without hesitation he starts following the energy that is pulling him. The sensation felt cold and blue the closer he got to it. After a moment, he finally stops in front of a closet door with a hand going to his hip. Unaware of what's on the other side, he unclips his lightsaber before bracing himself in a combat position. He takes a deep breath in, moving his hand to the control panel on the side. The moment it opens, his gaze is automatically drawn to you, sitting on the floor. He slowly drops his arms as he watches you bring your red, puffy eyes to him. The rage that was boiling inside him, was now completely gone. You looked at him in shock, thinking you were going to die for a moment there. Still silent, he pulls his helmet off.

“You're back..” you say sniffling.

“What happened?” asking softly.

Instead of answering, you move your gaze down. Wrapping your arms around your legs and bringing them closer to your body.

“Did someone do something to you? Are you hurt?” tensing as he questioned.

You lightly shake your head, “no, it's just me. I remembered a bad day, a sad day.”

He presses his lips, unsure of what to do before entering the small, confined closet. His body quickly fills the tight space as he walks to you, squatting down to your level before he pushes the hair out of your face. “I can't help you if you don't tell me, hyal.”

You could see how genuine he was, but you didn't want to talk about it. You had tried your best over the years not to let it affect you, but it was almost impossible on days like this one.

“My parents..” you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, your voice still full of emotions. “They died on this day. I just miss them so much and I feel so alone.”

He takes a moment looking at you, “I'm sorry for your parents.” Pushing the hair out of your face, “but you're not, you're not alone.”

You dry your eyes with the back of your sleeve, trying to smile.

He lets you take a moment to come back to yourself before pressing the side of his comm-link on his wrist. “I found her, you can stop the search. I’ll take it from here.”

He lets out a sigh looking straight at you. “Are you ready to go?”

You nod as he helps you get back on your feet. “What did you mean by stop the search?”

“You're a difficult one to find” he says, giving you a soft smirk.

As you enter his quarters, you realize that he didn’t put his helmet back on. Noticing his eyes with better lighting. They looked more tired than usual. He quickly glanced at you before moving towards the bathroom. “I need to take a shower, I'll be back.”

Being finally alone again, you remain unmoved. Closing your eyes in an attempt to re-center yourself. Your reunion happened as weirdly as his departure. You didn’t want to talk to him about how they died or how he is part of the issue. By fear, you also did not want to mention how much you're missing your sister. The First Order was the reason of your parent's death and you promised yourself that it would never be hers. Although, some of you felt happy that Kylo was back. You just wished that he had found you in better circumstances.

What was he like before becoming Supreme Leader? Was he always in the First Order? Probably not, otherwise he wouldn’t be as gentle as he is with you, right?

While you were changing out of your work clothes, you couldn't help but smile softly thinking about him. You liked having him near you. Even though he made you feel a little anxious at times.

He came out of his shower already fully clothed. Catching him pass in front of the bedroom door, he was moving to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water from the sink.

You can't help but notice how imposing and stoic he looks even out of his combat clothes. The muscles of his chest and arms being noticeable through the fabric of his shirt. His hair, still damped from the shower, falls on his face as he turns the faucet off. Maker, am I blushing?

You sigh, climbing into bed before moving under the covers. As you make yourself comfortable, you see him pass through the door and coming to the edge of the bed to sit with you.

“How did it go while I was gone?” He asks before taking a sip from his cup.

“Did you not see me cry my eyes out?” replying sarcastically.

“I did, but surely you didn’t cry for weeks. Did you?”

“No, of course not. I worked, how about you?”

“Good, it was a long one.” looking briefly at you.

“Can I ask you something?” He doesn’t say a word as he waits for your question. “Are your parents still alive?”

He tenses up, turning his gaze down to the glass of water in his hand. “My mother.. but I don't know where she is.”

“I’m sorry to hear it. Is she not?” You didn’t know how to ask.

“In the First Order? No, no she's not.. ”

You press your lips, “Kylo? What does, hyal means?” you questioned closing your eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer.

He raises his eyes to you in surprise. “Why so many questions?” putting his glass of water on the nightstand before joining you under the covers.

“I just want to know you more..” mumbling, letting your mouth part slightly as you fall asleep.

He smiles softly, pushing the hair out your face. You were already breathing deeper while he looked at your pillowy lips. The ones he has been craving for weeks. He leans in, pressing them gently with his. Being careful not to disturb you in your sleep. He takes a deep breath in, “I also miss them, every day.” Before closing his eyes as well.

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of hot crinkling oil in a pan. As you sit up and rub your eyes, you hear Kylo let out a high muffled scream. You quickly pull away the covers before running to the kitchen, seeing him clenching his hand tightly.

“Are you okay?” voice panicked.

“It's okay, I just burned myself. You can go back to sleep.” trying not to sound in pain.

You walk to him, now fully awake. “Don't be stupid. How could I possibly go back to sleep knowing you're suffering. Can I have a look?” looking straight at him.

He hesitates, pressing his lips before opening his hand slowly to you. As you look closer to the injury, you examine the serious burn. A vivid red line was drawn across his palm. “Here put it under cold water. It will stop the heat from burning through the other layers of skin.” moving towards the kitchen faucet. “You need to always keep the handle away from the heat when cooking.” He puts his hand under the low pressured water. Slightly moaning as he feels an instant relief.

He raised an eyebrow as he watched you with a first aid kit. Putting it on the counter before starting the burner again. He stares at you confused, “Are you not going to help me?”

“You need to stop the burn before putting the bacta on. Otherwise, you'll only heal the top layers.” rolling your eyes at him.

He doesn't comment on your attitude as he smirks softly. Being kind of surprised at your knowledge of the matter. “And, how do you know all of this?”

Not responding, you give him a smile as he's watching you do his cooking. Admiring you from a distance. He noticed how nervous you were with him but, the truth is, he was too. You never really talked about what happened the night before he left, and he too wanted to know you more.

He clears his throat anxiously, “You know. The day I left you were talking to a man.”

“Henry?”

“I guess, yes. Have you, seen him again?”

Looking up to meet his eyes, “He’s only a friend, I told you.” closing the burner, you turn around. Grabbing the first aid kit as he turns off the faucet. Meanwhile, you took the bacta out of the metal box before spraying it on his wound. He grimaced while the bacta was already taking effect. As you his hand with some bandages, he can’t help himself from staring at you. Your hair was still all over the place from the chaotic morning. Strands falling down your face, some sticking up, but he couldn't care less. Suddenly a weird sensation comes to his chest as he pushes one of your hair strands to see your face better.

You meet his gaze smiling brightly, “Here, all done..”

He doesn’t waste a second, taking the side of your neck. Holding you still as he leans in closer, kissing you full lips.

You don’t stop him as he moans sweetly into your mouth. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this..”

“Tell me more.”

He sighs softly, “I wanted to see you, smell you, touch you.” moving his hands gently to your middle back. “You're all I could think about.”

“I also thought about you every-” You didn’t have time to finish your sentence, that he starts kissing you again, caressing your tongue inside with his.

You laugh, stopping him. “I can’t, I have to work.” Protesting as you try to move away.

“Work? But I just came back. I can make you miss work if that’s the issue.” You don’t really listen to him as you’re now inside the bedroom, changing into your work clothes. “You seem to forget that I'm the supreme leader. This is my ship, and I can do whatever I want.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I know..” You watch him come closer as you sit on the edge of the bed to put your boots on. He takes the other one from your hand before throwing it aside. “Hey, stop, I need to go. I'm going to be late.”

He's not listening as he kneels in front of you spreading your legs. “Stay with me hyal.”

“You still haven’t told me what it meant..” closing your eyes to his hands roaming your hips and ass.

You could feel his hardness on the edge of your pussy, “to crave.” answering you, slowly unzipping the front of your uniform.

Your heart beats faster but you try to stay on track. “What language is that? I never heard it.”

“Sith”

You stop him before he unzips it fully, managing to wiggle yourself free. “I really need to go. I can't be late.”

He watches you grab your boots from the floor, “Have I done something wrong again?” eyes worried.

As you look at Kylo, you feel heaviness in your chest “What? No..” moving quickly to the living room. “I just like seeing people and having somewhat of a normal life.” glancing at him awkwardly, “and I like the job, okay? I will see you later.”

Before you could leave, he grabs your arm. “I’m sorry that I cannot let you go, yet.. I also need to follow orders.” saying eyes in pain.

You simply nod, walking away to the entrance. Feeling an energy moving through your hair, you turn your head back. Only seeing the side of his face as he goes back to the bedroom.

You can hear your stomach calling for food entering the cafeteria. You felt bad lying to Kylo about being late, but you were not ready to sleep with him again. Hearing him speak Sith made uneasy. A reminder that you're just a prisoner on his ship. How many girls did he had this way? He probably lied to you about you being the only one. Surely that can't be true. He is one of the most powerful men in the galaxy, how could you possibly be his first taste of flesh?

It doesn't matter, because it won't happen again..

Taking a tray, you get in line. Today was your favorite; spinach quiche with ham bits. Plus, they always had these little roasted potatoes on the side that you love so much. You had to admit, the finalizer did have some good food. Way better than the sludge you used to eat in battle camps back home.

As you're waiting your turn, you sense a finger tapping your shoulder. Automatically you feel your body tense, scared to even look back. Turning around, you're being greeted by Henry. “It's been a while.” he says with a broad smile.

You don't know why, but you feel a little disappointed seeing him. You don’t know if it's because you haven't seen him for a while but he's making you blush a little. Maybe it was the way he looked so effortlessly put together. Whatever the reason, it felt good to see him again.

“It's you who has been hiding, I'm always near.” you state playfully.

“Yeah, I've been learning how to pilot on top of my usual job. It does take a lot of my time these days.”

Well, I'm happy that you're okay, I was starting to get worried.”

There's a moment of silence before he clears his throat. “Would you like to join us?” Pointing to a round table with two man and a woman also wearing the crew's uniform.

You nod while taking back your tray from the lunch guy’s hands. For weeks, you have been eating alone and so the invitation was a nice welcome, especially from him. As soon as you sat down, all eyes were on you, along with the tension floating in the air.

“Everyone, this is Viper. A friend of mine, she's in electrical.” Presenting you to the small group.

Immediately, the woman steps in. “The supreme leader’s favorite..”

“Did you say Viper?” One of the two men asks, cutting her off. Looking at Henry through his glasses, eyes wide open.

“Yes?” He replies raising his eyebrow in curiosity.

The bearded man leans forward to shake your hand. “It's truly an honor to meet you miss. I'm Jon. I was there, fighting by your side on N12.”

“I'm not sure I'm following” says the woman, tying her dark hair in a ponytail.

The man turns to her. “She’s on our side.” He looks around, “she destroyed 2 enemy bases.”

“Not here Jon” the other man says anxiously, “it's not safe..”

Henry turns to you quickly, “you never mentioned it before.”

“Well, we haven't been hanging out much either..” you mocked.

“Henry, you're making her uncomfortable.” Pulling her hair tighter.

He looks at her unfazed, “I'm the one making her uncomfortable?”

“Yes, I was just stating the facts. She is his favorite; otherwise, why would he keep her in his quarters mh?”

You can sense all eyes coming back on you. There's a part of you that wished she was right, but you knew that he had different motives. “He simply wants to keep his eye on me, and he also doesn't trust the guards.”

“With reasons.” she says smirking, “I'm Eira by the way. this is Lars.” pointing to the middle-aged man with a full beard and hair tied in a bun sitting next to Jon. “He doesn't talk much but he's really sweet.”

You simply smile as you're finishing your plate.

“I'm curious Viper, how is it sharing your space with a Solo?” eyes staring up at you while she brought the fork to her mouth.

“A what?” you respond confused.

“Ben, the son of Han and Leia?” Jon replies.

“What do you mean?” Brow's frowning.

They all look at each other before she replies, “Kylo Ren is Ben Solo, the son of Han Solo and Leia Organa.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “How? What? How did he end up here?” Questioning quickly.

Jon shakes his head slightly, “last time I saw Ben with his parents, was the night before he left with his uncle, Luke.” He takes a sip from his cup, “I served Princess Leia for most of my life before being captured and imprisoned here. I have been away from home 3years now.”

Your eyes saddened to his words, “that's horrible..” being cut off by a bell.

The worker's alarm went off before Eira could take her last bite. “We should get going if we don't want to be late”

As you put your tray in the bin, Henry stays close by. Waiting for you to be done to walk you to your job. “You don't have to do that; you know that right?"

He gives you one of his genuine smiles. “I'm sorry I couldn't keep up with you. I am, truly.” He stops in the middle of the now empty hallway with everyone already taking their stations.

“It's okay, don't worry about it. C’mon, we'll be late.”

But he grabs your wrist. Looking deeper into your eyes, caressing your hand with the back of his fingers. He doesn't waste his time, leaning forward almost kissing, “Would you come meet me tonight at the control bri..”

“Are you okay?”

Henry’s eyes were beginning to look scared. His hands moving towards his throat, trying to remove something that wasn't there, fully choking and fighting for air. As you turn your head, you see a masked Kylo moving around the corner with a hand extended towards Henry.

“STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HIM!” Yelling as he walks in your direction.

“That's the point” saying dry and cold.

“Please Kylo!” but your pleas were useless as his body stays put. “Please stop, I beg you!”

He turns his helmet quickly to you, “go on..”

“What?”

“What do you propose?”

You were taken aback. You didn't think about that. “I- I'll do whatever you want.” your heart skipping a beat as you say the words.

He looks back at Henry, who is slowly turning colors. “This is your lucky day.” Finally releasing him and letting him fall to his knees. “Go!” Kylo stressed before you see Henry get back on his feet clumsily and run away as fast as he can.

You let out a sigh, “that was unnecessary..”

He turns to you, his tall and broad frame hovering over you. “I heard your thoughts..”

“Yes, it's normal to have them” looking up to him.

“Yeah well, your desir-”

*”Sir Ren, meeting at 10 with the counc..”* Getting cut off by a transmission.

“Not now General, move it for tomorrow.”

*“Sir, I'm afraid-”*

“I have an important matter on hand.” Starting to get impatient and annoyed.

*”I would hardly qualify a poor slave girl as impor-”// “General Hux!”

“As you wish, Sir Ren..” his voice sounding bitter.

As soon as the transmission ended, Kylo quickly turned all his attention back on you.

“You, come with me..”

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Kobra Kid gets ghosted. Or so everyone thinks. The rest of the Fab Four assume he’s dead because at the scene that’s found, Kobra’s bike is totaled and there’s a ton of blood and they couldn’t find a body, so they come to the conclusion that bli must’ve taken the body or dumped it somewhere and the idea is confirmed as months pass and there’s no sign of a surviving Kobra and no intel from rebels in the city of imprisoned killjoys.

But Kobra wakes up in Battery City, he’s interrogated for information, tortured and drugged, and he loses his memories. But he doesn’t fall under their control, even as they try to make him a soldier, try to get in his mind, it doesn’t work. He knows he hates them and he manages to escape before they take control of him. But his memories are gone, whether because of the mix of physical and emotional trauma or a little too many shocks he doesn’t know, he just knows that Better Living is his enemy. And he has instincts still, combat skills he doesn’t remember learning but that let him escape with his life. He has some flashes of memory after a while, but not enough to piece together who he is.

So he has no clue who he is and he’s stuck in the city and full of rage, so he starts sneaking around and killing every drac or scarecrow he comes across. He becomes obsessed with the idea of revenge for his lost past, of destroying bli from the inside out once he’s seen the state the city is in, the pristine skyscrapers miles from the starving slums, the droids rusting on street corners but still alive, still waiting for a savior that doesn’t exist. He gets his hands on some better weapons and soon there’s whispers of an assassin in battery city.

He survives for months, taking out dracs and even some higher ups, his plan is to work his way up the chain, take out the director herself. But the job is proving more difficult the closer he gets, he’s getting more hurt more often and has a few narrow escapes. Meanwhile his memories have been slowly returning, he knows he was a killjoy, that he had a brother, even that his name is Kobra Kid. He knows a little of his true identity but still can’t really remember other than a few scattered moments of his life, most of them being from when he was younger, he still doesn’t know where he was before he was stuck with bli, he hasn’t left the city because he still doesn’t know where he’d go back to. Besides, he’s actually made a bit of a change with the people he’s taken out, better living is on edge for once and he can still do more because they’ve yet to track him down. He’s been called the viper because of how quickly he strikes and how deadly he is and it’s quite ironic that he was called that before he even remembered that his name was Kobra.

Then he meets a dealer claiming to have pills that are supposed to help with memory loss, something that he’s been looking for but that are rare to come by. The dealer is shady and wants a lot for them but he says they’re straight from the factory and untampered with so Kobra takes the risk, desperate to know more about himself. It takes a couple weeks for them to seemingly start working, for his little flashbacks to start happening more often, to even start remembering whole chunks of his past in his dreams at night. He can actually recall stuff now and the process becomes less sifting through his life one flashback at a time and more like it’s information just coming back to him without him even noticing half the time, it just settles back into its natural place in his mind like it always should have been.

After a couple months, he remembers everything, knows he has to get back to the zones because it’s been almost two years now. He wants to keep going, find the director, but he wants to go home more, let his family know he isn’t dead like they probably think. He’s changed a lot during his time in the city, he’s stronger in some ways, but he has a lot more blood on his hands. Bli blood, so he doesn’t really care, but they’ve bled him too. Injuries he’s sustained means he’s different in some respects, maybe he has a cybernetic part or two. He has scars, some from captivity some from his many fights, many physical but even more unseen. He knows he’s more dangerous, he’s less scared of losing future fights, but he’s terrified of his missing time, fears what he may have missed while he’s been in the city, because what if he gets back home and in the two years he’s been gone his friends have been ghosted, what if he returns home to an empty diner collecting dust?

It isn’t hard to get out now that he finally knows where he’s going, he stealthily takes out a few ‘crows and steals a motorcycle, then he pushes his fears from his mind, focuses on hope as he rides out to the diner to reunite with his crew after being dead and gone for nearly two years.

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Can’t Hide For Long

Kix/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 11 of 31

Words: 1,693

Summary: There are two things any GAR personnel (but especially medics) should know: that things rarely ever go as planned, and that you should never try to avoid Kix when you're injured.

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One blaster bolt grazed your upper arm while another stung your side, though the latter was partially missed as you dived to safety. The sound of the battle echoed in your ears, and you could see a few troopers up ahead who had taken cover behind a large tree, two men supporting a third between them. Knowing what you had to do, you pushed aside your own pain and headed towards them as quick as you could.

“What happened?” you asked as you stopped in front of the men and looked at the way the injured clone was laying on the ground.

“He’s bleeding!” one of the others told you as he peeked around the tree and shot at the oncoming droids. “But I don’t know what he needs.”

You nodded before addressing the injured man, who wasn’t wearing armor like the others, but rather just the officer’s uniform. “Where does it hurt the most?” you asked.

“My arm was shot, but-“ he groaned slightly as he spoke and pointed at his stomach, where you could see a small pool of red soaking into the uniform top. “Some debris from one of their bombs got me,” he murmured, pressing his hand to the wound.

You nodded, quickly unpacking the medkit that you carried and beginning to cut his shirt away so you could work. Since there was nothing to hold it in, he was losing blood quickly, and you immediately grabbed a rag and pressed it to his abdomen to try and staunch the flow. The trooper hissed sharply, and you apologized profusely for any pain that had come from your actions. “Can one of you radio to Captain Rex to tell him we need backup? And a med-droid, but I doubt he can send one out to us here, we’ll have to get him back to the Resolute.”

The others nodded and you heard one of them say something into the comm, but your attention was back on the injured man in front of you. “What’s your name?” you asked, trying to keep him awake until you could get him into the care of a med-droid, who would be able to do a lot more than you could with your little pack of supplies. This was supposed to be a seamless and simple mission, hence why some of the clones weren’t wearing their full armor, and you were just thankful you had the foresight to pack your medical supplies at all, just in case things got hairy.

“Viper, I’m a bridge tech,” he gasped out. “Who are you?”

You quickly introduced yourself as you kept the pressure on his wound even. “I’m a medic, as you probably guessed. They don’t just hand this equipment out to anyone.”

Viper laughed quietly at your weak attempt at a joke, but winced in pain seconds later. “You look injured too,” he said, his eyes fixed on your one arm, where the blaster bolt had left a nasty looking burn, and your stomach was starting to churn unpleasantly from the other wound in your abdomen. You couldn’t see the exact damage, but you knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” you responded gently. “I can’t even feel it right now.” You weren’t lying; the amount of adrenaline coursing through your body right now made sure that you weren’t focusing on anything but stopping the blood from Viper’s wound. You were going to feel it later, but you could deal with that once you were back on the ship.

Viper nodded before asking his next question. “Am I going to die?”

“No,” you told him firmly. “I’m going-”

“Hey,” One of the other troopers (you were almost positive his name was Ammo) cut you off, and you looked up at him. “Rex says that a transport will pick us up in a few minutes, we just need to hold on until then.”

“Alright, we can do that,” you said before turning back to Viper. You could see that the blood was starting to slow, but it hadn't completely stopped yet. “And no, you’re not going to die, I promise.”

He just nodded, leaving you to hope the transport was close by.

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You didn’t start feeling the pain from your own wounds until you were back on the Resolute, Viper safely in the hands of med-droids and the other medics on duty. One of them offered to take a look at your arm and abdomen (you didn’t exactly advertise your injuries, but the bolts had left burn marks on your uniform in those places and revealed your injuries), but you argued that there were other troopers who needed medical attention more than you and that you could take care of your own wounds back in your quarters.

And in a way, you did take care of them, by peeling off your dirty and bloody uniform and slapping a bacta patch on each of the angry blisters (blaster bolts tended to self-cauterize, but they still needed to heal properly or there could be complications). After that, you threw on some random clothes and downed a bottle of water way quicker than you should have before passing out on your bunk, not even caring that you would probably have to change the sheets when you woke up because of all the grime and sweat still on your body.

Your little plan was interrupted however, when the door to your quarters opened five minutes later and someone jostled you awake. Since you were the only civilian medic at the moment, you had an entire room to yourself, so you had a sneaking suspicion that you knew who had just woken you up. “What do you want, Kix?” you asked, not even opening your eyes.

You could hear him sigh before speaking. “Did you refuse medical help?” he asked, and you finally looked up to see an admonishing glare on his face. While you weren’t sure exactly how to define your relationship with him, it seemed that the two of you were moving towards something more than friendship, so you weren’t too put off by his clipped tone.

“Your brothers needed it more than I did,” you said quietly, moving to sit up in bed and trying to hide the pain that spread through your stomach as you shifted.

Clearly, it didn’t work, because Kix’s face immediately changed as he noticed the discomfort in your expression. “Let me look at your wounds.”

“I promise, they’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m serious. Take off your shirt, don’t give me that look.”

You scoffed playfully. “Does that line work on all the girls?”

“Wha-” he started to say, then raised his eyebrows in exasperation when he caught on to your weak joke. “Come on, I want to help you. Please let me see your wounds?”

Sighing quietly, you obliged, pulling your shirt off to reveal where you placed the bacta patches on yourself, and you were suddenly very glad you decided to put a sports bra on before you laid down.

Silently, Kix peeled the patches off before applying some kind of salve from his med kit, bandaging both burns better than you had previously. Whatever he used had a cooling effect, and while the pain wasn’t washed away completely, it definitely helped to quell the dull ache you had been feeling since the adrenaline wore off. “How’s Viper?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. When they told me you had refused medical help, I immediately came to find you.”

“Kix!” you scolded. “You should have helped your brothers first!”

“Everything was just fine when I got there,” he said. “Between the few visiting medics from other battalions and the med-droids, they didn’t need my help.”

“The people in the medbay are a lot more important than I am.”

The look on Kix’s face was one of shock, as if he couldn’t believe you would actually say that about yourself, and he perched himself on the edge of your bed as he gently took your hand in his. “Please tell me you don’t actually believe that,” he said softly.

A little dumbfounded at his sudden change in demeanor, you stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know too many people who would give up the comfortable lives they had on inner rim planets and join the GAR, where we barely get enough sleep each night, let alone all the supplies we need. You are a source of happiness and joy for every clone you help, and I don’t want to imagine what my life would be like without you in it,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Don’t ever say that you’re not important.”

You just nodded, overcome with emotion after hearing what Kix had to say about you. Eventually, the comfortable silence in the room grew slightly stale, and you sucked in a breath before speaking. “Thank you.”

Smiling, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, and you selfishly found yourself wishing he would have kissed your lips instead. “Of course,” he said, and it looked like he was going to say something else, but the moment was interrupted by the beeping of his communication device. “I have to go now, but I’ll check in on you later?”

You nodded. “Okay, I should probably get some sleep anyway.” He was halfway out of the room when you spoke again, this time resolving to do the one thing that you had never been brave enough to do before. “Hey Kix?”

“Yes?”

“Next time we’re on Coruscant, would you want to go out for dinner or something?” It felt terrifying to say out loud, to act on your desires (and maybe it wasn’t the best time to do it), but you didn’t think you could wait much longer at this point.

And much to your delight, Kix’s face broke into a shy smile. “I’d really like that,” he said, but was once again interrupted by his comm beeping. You watched as he left the room, and you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed at the smile he gave you.

- the end -

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mostthingskenobi · 11 months

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CASSIAN’S RECKONING - Chapter 2: The Scythe

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Things turn bad very quickly for Cassian. Commence whump.

Thank you so much for the feedback and the interest generated by chapter one. I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

Please heed the tags. This is a whumpy fic with subject matter that some may find difficult. Please check the tags on AO3.

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CHAPTER 2: THE SCYTHE

The mission started fine. Cassian’s credentials were real, taken from an Imperial Intelligence officer currently being held prisoner by the Alliance, so docking on the star destroyer had not been a problem. The inspection crew came aboard, approved their presence, and allowed them to disembark. It was the first and last step in the plan that went well.

Cassian led his men into the ship’s corridors and headed directly for the data vault, only to be sealed in a crosshatch almost immediately. When one set of blast doors opened, a death trooper squad poured in and the game was up; the mission was an instant failure. If Cassian had known what was going to happen next, he would never have agreed to the assignment.

He and his men were quickly disarmed, lined up, and forced to their knees. A viper probe droid came forward and scanned them one at a time, moving up the line, registering each face before finally reaching Cassian. The large red iris rotated and whirred. He lowered his eyes, praying for a miracle, but his face produced a match in less than four seconds. The droid buzzed loudly and projected hologram footage of Cassian taken from the Scarif security system.

The lead death trooper’s voice crackled through its helmet. “He’s the one we want. The rest are expendable.”

The squad lifted their weapons and shot all of Cassian’s men. He screamed in useless protest, grabbing hold of his fellow rebel who collapsed beside him. But, before his brain could process the horror, something heavy collided with his head, sending him sprawling across the reflective, black deck. The trooper who hit him advanced quickly, expertly striking him again across the face with his blaster’s stock. Cassian’s head snapped back, knocked senseless by the blow.

He didn’t lose consciousness but he no longer had control over his limbs. He lay stunned, aware that blood ran down the side of his head. Eventually, two troopers hoisted under his arms and dragged him down the corridor. He couldn’t really see, and his brain could not understand the troopers’ voices. All he registered was how his body jostled, how his feet dragged, and how occasionally he heard the whoosh of blast doors opening and closing. After what felt like a lifetime, he was dragged through a final set of doors and dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He looked up just in time to see a heavy, armored fist pummel him. A strange grunt escaped his throat before his head smacked against the tile, making the world go dark.

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Cassian woke long before he opened his eyes, passing in an out of consciousness over an indeterminate amount of time. Everything was eerily still, no shuffling fabric, no mechanical whirring, no energy from another living being. He gradually became aware of himself; his head was wet with cold blood, his arms and neck and face ached, even his teeth hurt. Slowly, he opened his eyes to get his bearings, but froze when he saw his wrists. He had forgotten about the death troopers, forgotten about his murdered soldiers, forgotten he had been on an imperial star destroyer. But when he saw his wrists locked with metal cuffs to the arms of the chair he was sitting in, everything came flooding back. His veins turned to ice as his stomach dropped.

He twisted in his seat to check the rest of the room but he was completely alone. The chair he was secured to sat in the center of a cold, plain metal cell. The walls were totally bare. A table covered in his confiscated gear was behind him against the wall.

His mind began to race. Where am I? How long have I been here? Has it been long enough for Jyn to realize something’s gone wrong? No one has a clue where I am…

His thoughts were interrupted when the cell door suddenly hissed open. A squad of six death troopers entered and took position around the room’s perimeter.

A final figure crossed the threshold, a man slight and compact but who moved like a scythe through wheat. Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin had the most unsympathetic eyes Cassian had ever seen. The very look of his sharp, skeletal body sent a shiver up the rebel’s spine. Andor clenched his jaw, replacing all feeling of fear with disdain and practiced smugness.

Jyn, like a mythical oracle, had predicted this mission’s pitfalls down to the letter. Cassian felt relieved she wasn’t part of this assignment. Force knew what kind of horrible punishment awaited an Erso if captured by the Empire. Whatever Tarkin had planned, Andor was grateful she wasn’t here to experience it.

The Grand Moff stood staring at him for a long time, as though waiting to see if Andor would display any bravado. When it became clear the rebel refused to speak first, the older man smiled mirthlessly. “Cassian Jeron Andor, rebel intelligence. An excellent catch, to be sure, but imagine my elation when I discovered you were also the scum who led a deadly attack against Scarif. How fortuitous.”

Cassian doubted that Tarkin had ever felt elation. The hatchet-faced man clearly only felt sadistic or sardonic pleasure.

Tarkin advanced on Andor, glaring down his beak-like nose at the young man, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Your mole on the Death Star is really my mole in the Rebellion. I have to confess, I’m rather disappointed by how easily you fell into my net. But not to worry. We’ll make the most of our time together.” He waved his hand at the death troopers around the room. “Each of these men lost a comrade at Scarif. They want their pound of flesh, Andor, and I’m inclined to give it to them. One can never underestimate the importance of keeping up morale.”

The officer nodded to one of the troopers before returning to his place by the door. The soldiers closed in, one grasping Cassian across the forehead, straining his head back while other troopers began pulling off his boots and socks, leaving him barefoot. His mind instantly flashed with fear as memories of Narkina 5 came rushing back. His belt was removed, then his stolen imperial jacket was unbuttoned and pulled open revealing his white undershirt.

Cassian had run his own interrogations; his mind quickly tried to anticipate what was coming, tried to comprehend why they had removed these particular pieces of clothing. Even so, he was unprepared for the torrent of ice water that suddenly sprayed down on him. A tapered nozzle directly above his chair quickly drenched him and left him gasping for air.

Finally, the deluge ceased. Cassian spit water and squinted through the blood that washed out of his hair and into his eyes. He couldn’t stop his teeth from chattering against the cold that burned across his skin, the kind of cold that eventually sunk into your bones.

Tarkin didn’t say another word. He simply turned on his heel and left the room, followed by the death trooper squad.

Cassian, wholly caught off guard by this encounter, sat violently shivering.

The lights flashed out and he was left in total darkness with only the sound of his icy gasps to keep him company.

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NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE COLD” - The Empire would need a lot more than cold and dark to break Cassian Andor.

Thank you for reading!

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READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 "The Detritus"

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 "The Redemption"

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 "The Reach"

READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

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