Kylo Ren | Reader Inserts

Infatuated and Mistaken

Request:

Hi lovely! Congrats on the 6k, you deserve it - you're a wonderful and kindhearted person! I was hoping to request something based on a cute prompt I saw; Kylo is completely smitten with the reader (a high ranking officer) but he misinterprets it as a rivalry because he never felt this way about anyone before, Reader is oblivious to this "rivalry" and always goes out of her way to be sweet to Kylo which inevitably makes him flustered every time. Thank you sweetheart! xx

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"Who is she?" Kylo asked Phasma as he stood beside her, the two standing on the bridge of their new base, much like Starkiller but with a lot more advancements and—of course—security. Being the new Supreme Leader, Kylo made sure the past did not repeat itself. He did not want to lose the new base, nor did he want a Death Star 2.0 dilemma in which their base was destroyed before even finished. But, with his luck, it wasn't.

"Who is who, Supreme Leader?" Phasma asked as she looked over at Kylo, seeing his eyes directly focused on something... Someone.

"Her." He firmly spoke, eyes fixated on a young woman who had been standing amongst the sitting officers, busied with her duties. "Who is she." Kylo demanded rather than questioned.

The curisotiy her superior was feeling only made her smile from within her helmet, not once seeing this side of him before. Kylo Ren didn't normally pay attention to any of his inferiors unless he had to... But the officer that was standing there before him, speaking to an officer that had been sat at their post, Kylo's eyes hadn't left her figure once. "That is Colonel Y/L/N. Recently transferred to the base as per requested by, the General, himself." Phasma informed as Kylo gave a slow nod, eyebrows narrowed and practically glaring at you. "Quite an eye pleaser, huh?" Phasma teased as Kylo's shoulders tensed up.

"Eye pleaser?" He questioned with narrowed brows and a tight jaw. "No, I don't like her." Kylo admitted as Phasma's covered smirk dropped.

"You don't even know the young woman, sir?" Phasma shook her head, looking back over at Kylo.

"I don't have to know her to like her." Kylo defended as his stare turned back into a glare, watching you move around from officer to officer, a faint smile on your lips. "Why is she smiling?"

"Some people are actually happy with their lives." Phasma lowly scoffed as Kylo's head snapped her way, eyes narrowing. "Not everyone is brooding like you, sir." At that, Phasma walked away and went up to you.

Feeling his eye twitch as he watched Phasma so casually approach you and speak to you, something she hardly did with anyone else—even Kylo himself—his fists clenched at his sides. The way you smiled, how you seemed so... kind. You weren't meant for the First Order, how was it that you were a Colonel? Let alone, how could Hux promote you when you were too... nice? "Crowd pleaser." He growled underneath his breath before storming off, not wanting to watch the interaction any longer.

Ever since your move to the new base, you found yourself much more happier. Although you didn't mind being out in the open space, surrounded by nothing but stars, you sort of preferred actually having a real time frame than some fake, set up one, where there was no sun or any moons to tell you what time of day it was. It really screwed with your body clock and was hard to adjust when you first joined the Order.

But now, you were positioned mainly on the bridge that had a great view that wasn't just open space and your subordinates were tolerable. It wasn't like they never were, they usually were too busy or too afraid to even step out of line—especially when Hux was around. Unlike Hux—or nearly any other upper ranking officers there was—the officers preferred having you around. You were a very... positive force amongst everyone. And, unlike the rest, you tried keeping your life that way. Just because you worked with the First Order did not mean you had to be brooding like the rest.