The Commander of the Opera||Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Chapter 8

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is July 27, 2021. I just started watching the show New Girl, and it's pretty bad but I need to watch something other than the same two shows and 6 movies on repeat so-

Warnings: Lynching

Announcement:

In lieu of a disruption of unsavory notes, in the new production of Il Muto, Signora Phasma will be returning to us and playing the role of Countess, and Miss Y/n Kenobi will be playing the pageboy. Thank you.

Monsiuers Solo and Skywalker

1 Week Later

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The flurry of people preparing for opening night is electrifying and a little unsettling as the Overture plays for the packed house. Phasma, decked out in her insanely large dress for the Countess, takes up primary space, and the rest of her entourage takes up what's left. 

Y/n still stretches with Rey and the ballet girls, her eyes glancing around her for those familiar burning eyes. 

Little does she know, in the opposite wing, a gloved hand reaches out to Phasma's throat spray and swaps out the pink-glass bottle with another, identical one, the amber gaze focuses on Y/n in adoration.

The curtain rises, revealing an eighteenth century salon, with a canopied bed center stage. Downstage to the left of the audience is the Countess's confidante, a jeweller, and a hairdresser gossip about the Countess and Serifimo, played by Y/n, dressed as a man dressed as a maid. Phasma and Y/n are hiding behind the drapes on the bed, Phasma practically trying to smother her with the maid's cap.

"They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!"

"His Lordship, sure, would die of shock!"

"His Lordship is a laughing stock!"

"Should he suspect her, God protect her!"

"Shame! Shame! Shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades! Shame! Shame! Shame!"

The audience laughs as the canopy drapes apart, revealing Phasma and Y/n kissing passionately, although Phasma looks like she's trying to strangle her. "Serafimo! Your disguise is perfect!" A knock at the door interuppts them. "Why, who can this be?"

"Gentle wife, admit your loving  husband," Hux sings from off-stage. Solo and Skywalker chuckle and nod at Poe, who nods at them from Box Five. "My love- I am called to England on affairs of state, and must leave you with your new maid." He plays to the audience. "Although I'd happily take the made with me!"

"The old fool is leaving!" Phasma gawks to the audience. Hux exits through the stage door. "Serafimo, away with this pretense! You cannot speak- but kiss me in my husband's absence! Poor fool, he makes me laugh- Hahaha haha! Time I tried to get a better half!"

"Poor fool, he doesn't know- Hohoho ho! If he knew the truth he'd never, ever go!" The 3 attending people downstage sing.

Suddenly, from nowhere, the Commander's voice thunders through the theater. "Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?!"

Y/n's eyes snap from Phasma up to the rims of the vaulted ceiling of the theater where a secret walkway lies for stage hands, searching for the Commander. "It's him," she whispers to herself as she spots the shadowy figure on the catwalk. 

"Your part is silent, little toad!" Phasma hisses, striding off-stage to spray herself with the "throat soother". 

Kylo scowls at her. "A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad..."