Adam Driver & Characters | ONESHOTS

Cold

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Just a lil fluff at the end

Summary: Y/N is a prisoner of the First Order, and when Kylo catches General Hux trying to take advantage of her, he saves her and determines she will become his assistant and share his quarters, rather than send her back to her chamber. She believes he's cold and merciless, with a short temper that frightens her, but he ends up not being what she expected.

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General Hux was starting to bug you. It was harmless at first, just him being the boy that he is. Sly flirting, trying to get a rise out of you, trying desperately to get you to show some return of his affections, but it escalated slowly to a point where you were no longer able to be indifferent about it. That point was marked when the Supreme Leader saw it happening.

You'd always been under the impression that Kylo Ren was a monster. A cold-blooded killer, a merciless fighter, and an apathetic ruler, but your mind quickly changed. You were brought to the First Order as a prisoner, as per the orders of the Supreme Leader himself. You were previously a prisoner on another planet, and when they overtook that one, they found you. You had to admit, though you were intolerant of the First Order as a whole, it was better to be on their base than to be stuck in the hole you were previously thrown in, on that last dump they called a planet.

You were treated humanely, though you were surprised by it at first. You got 3 hot meals a day, a bed chamber, you were free to spend your time doing what you please in your quarters, and though the stormtroopers were routinely demeaning and regularly harassed you- especially the male ones- it was much better than you had been used to in your previous planet. Back then, those sexual comments weren't just talk, they were threats and usually promises. At least here, you felt somewhat safe and physically taken care of.

Mentally, however, was a different case. You felt out of place. You felt like a fly on the wall, and not in the exciting way. You missed having people you cared about and you missed having a passion or something, anything, to give your energy to. You desperately wanted to do something, have a purpose, have a group of people you did something with.

You began to feel this most strongly about 2 months into your living on the base, and you decided to do something about it. Sure, you were a prisoner, but would they really be upset by you offering your help?

You were in the main hall getting your first meal of the day, and luckily, there weren't only prisoners. General Hux was also there, and it seemed he'd be walking near you soon. Eventually he did, and you spoke apprehensively to him.

"Sir, may I have a moment of your time?" He looked shocked. You guessed he wasn't used to prisoners addressing him at all. You expected him to hurt you, but surprisingly, he agreed. Though he seemed irritated at the idea of giving a prisoner any of his attention, he listened to what you had to say, as you offered your help doing whatever the First Order needed and you explained your reasoning to him.

"Well..."

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." You answered his thoughts.

"Well, Y/N, I'll agree to this, though it is highly unorthodox, as long as you swear on your life to never divulge this to the Supreme Leader." You nodded, somewhat surprised that he would so easily trust you to keep a secret, especially one that might get him fired. "And if you ever step out of line, I'll have you executed. You may be scrumptious looking but there are a million whores in the universe that could replace you as prisoner on this ship."

You bit back your pride and offense and nodded. "Yes sir."

"Now, I will give you directions soon enough. Back to the main hall." You thanked him and complied, and you quickly received orders and a uniform. You were disguised as a helper in the control room, and you were tasked with small, menial tasks, usually ones that took long amounts of time and that nobody else wanted to do, like mending uniforms or filling in when other staff were unable to fulfill duties. This went on smoothly for a few weeks, but General Hux quickly became a little too comfortable with having you there.