**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 stand paralyzed in the doorway of your quarters. The room around you is as it should be, but unlike most lunch hours, there's six men sitting around the dining table. All of them are frozen, just like you. Some with mouthfuls of food, some with forks hovering in front of their faces. After a long moment of tense staring, you finally get the courage to move. You head straight for the wall, pulling your helmet off and unzipping your jacket.
Your plan is to head straight for your room, but once you get to the table, Ap'lek reaches a hand out and grabs your arm. "Sit."
You take a shaky breath, and pull out the empty chair next to him, sitting down on the edge gingerly. You keep your eyes down on the plate of food in front of you, your hands in your lap. After several long moments of the knights silently eating, someone clears their throat.
"Ducky."
You don't have the balls to look up. You can feel all of them on the edge, ready to explode.
"You can't be with him." Ap'lek speaks in a firm tone, but not loud.
Your eyes shoot up, pinpointing Kuruk and glaring at him. He glares right back at you. "I didn't say anything. You fucking spent the night with him. And the morning."
Your heart pounds against your chest. Your eyes make their way to Ap'lek, skipping everyone else. "Why not?"
"We'll have to kill him. Soon. The Final Order is rising. Kylo Ren must be killed. And that scavenger, if she cannot be changed."
You take a few deep, shuttering breaths. "No one has to die."
Someone slaps their hand on the table, making you flinch. "We are dark Force users. We serve dark Force users. We have served our true master for nearly a year. Kylo Ren is a useless crybaby. You cannot and will not have anymore personal contact with him." Trudgen shouts at you.
You stand up abruptly, unable to take this tension any longer. "Why does it matter if he's a dark Force user or not?! He wields the Ren, and he's powerful! That stupid fucking monster means absolutely nothing to me. He can go fuck himself!"
You look up at the ceiling, yelling into the room. "You fucking hear that, Palpatine?! GO. FUCK. YOURSELF."
A red-hot blade slices through your skull at your words. Your knees buckle and a blood curdling scream rips through your throat. The agony shoots down the rest of your body like a lightning bolt of plasma.
'You fall in line, or you die. Do not test me.'
Opening your eyes, you see the sets of black boots under the table, the legs of the chairs scraping back. None of them say anything as you break out into a cold sweat on the floor, your body trembling and lungs heaving. A hand grips around your arm, pulling you to your feet and dragging you off down the hallway.
