**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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The air around you is wet and turbulent. Cold seeps through the quilted tunic you now wear as a jacket. You can smell his scent on the fabric, and it serves to only widen the empty hole in your gut in the wake of his rejection. Your finger plays with the singed lightsaber hole in the jacket down at your hip, lower than the non-existent wound he has on his body.
Freezing water sprays on your face, soaking your hair and filling your boots with cold, salty liquid. Your eyes squint against the fierce wind, looking out into the dark, churning waves. Your mind races with uncertainty. The pull toward this place has completely enveloped your body and soul, taking over all your other senses. You were so sure it was him, calling for you, desperate for your presence. But he didn't want you here. He doesn't want you the way you want him.
And still you can't quite focus on the debilitating heartache. Not until you find the source of this dark power. The only solution you can find is that old monster of a man, playing some trick on you to bring you to him, or kill you. As much as you try, now that you're up here, you can't walk away. If you're facing your death, so be it. You have no other choice.
Your instinct is to hold your hands out, and either let the pull drag you through the air to its source, or bring the source to you. Your eyes close and your hands extend out. You imagine the point of pull coming to you, willing it to leave its anchor and come to you instead. It takes several long moments of complete concentration before you start to feel something.
Angry, hot, darkness is the point of the pull. You start to feel it inching along toward you. You wonder if it's part of this old ship. Maybe that's why Ky...Ben... was here in the first place. And why the scavenger stabbed him. They must have felt this same pull as you. But why didn't he explain?
Angry voices almost break through your concentration. You can feel the fury of six knights wash over you as they approach. But you can't open your eyes, you can't move your feet, or your hands. Your entire shadow has planted you to this spot, the new anchor, as you bring the furious, swirling power to yourself.
The knights pause before getting to you, their voices cutting off. And you redouble your efforts, even trying to pull from the shadows of the men facing you to add to your power. Your feet are stuck to the cold, wet metal of the dilapidated star ship. You drop one arm, focusing all your energy out of one hand.
The angry, hot spot of power starts to pick up speed, coming toward you out of the ocean. Then all at once, you understand the pull, and it flies out of the dark waves and through the air to meet you. You should have known all along. The feeling was familiar because you are familiar with this thing.
Furious, churning, red hot power flows through your body. And the Ren comes straight into your outstretched hand. Your heart expands to accept the power of the crystal, your gut feeling full again in the absence of heartbreak. This feels right. A destiny fulfilled, or the beginning of a powerful and tragic story. Right, either way.
