**WARNING: Explicit content. Violence. Smut. **
Knights of Ren/Kylo Ren X Reader
Y/N is a waitress at a shady cantina on Corellia. She's perfectly able to take care of herself, but strange things happen around her when she's upset or angry. She has...
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You jerk awake to loud banging on the door.
"Get the fuck up, you're going to make us late!"
"What?" your mind is still muddled with sleep.
The door opens and Trudgen rushes in, brining in light from the hallway. You squint up at him. Vicrul stirs next to you, turning his face into your hair to escape the brightness.
Trudgen growls. "I'm going to pretend like you aren't fucking naked with him. Now get up! We have to be in the hanger in twenty minutes."
You sit up straighter, heart pumping blood through your drowsy veins. Trudgen crosses his arms, fuming at you. And you look down to realize that the blankets have mostly fallen off the bed. You vaguely remember waking up sweating in the middle of the night. And before that, you remember Vicrul biting and sucking the skin all over your body.
"I'm not surprised you didn't turn on your alarm. Needed rest, huh?"
Your heart sinks to your empty gut. You really thought you were past this. You rub your eyes, sitting up. Vicrul springs to life, racing to the refresher. So, you stand up to go to your drawer in the dresser.
"Trudgen, you promised." You can't look at his angry face.
You hear him take a deep breath, and his energy calms a little. "You're right. It just took me by surprise. It just seemed like you weren't fucking anyone after...the fight."
"Really Trudgen, it wasn't planned. It wasn't like I was going behind anyone's backs. Especially yours."
You lay out your under clothes and pull your hair out of your face just as Vicrul exits the refresher. You're getting fucking tired of walking on eggshells around him. You resign yourself to just fuck him. And make it a good one. It's not like he was bad. It's just his attitude afterward.
"So, what's going on?" you ask muffled while you brush your teeth.
"Your first mission!" his exited tone makes your heart thump.
You squeak, equally excited and nervous.
You and Vicrul get ready at top speed, grabbing a container of food to eat on the Buzzard.
The Knights of Ren stomp through the Steadfast, a terrifying mass of black, whipping around corners and purposefully making light glint off weapons. You forgot how good it feels to be in the midst of this. The power pouring out of you, the sheer terror gripping the hearts of the First Order employees. You certainly feel separate from them.
You'd forgotten how big the hanger is, how busy and loud it is. But you strut forward in the center of your group, caged in. You never thought to ask if it was a conscious decision on their part, or if they don't even realize what they've done. But instead of feeling like a caged animal, you feel like a stalking predator, hiding until it's time to pounce.
