The Tipping Point (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Panic

[I just want you all to know that I seriously debated with myself about whether or not I should name this chapter Ouchies because it hurt me to write it. I'm so sorry friends :)]

Your fight or flight reflexes begged you to run and hide but your resolve kept you firm in your spot. Your senses were working at twice their normal pace and you turned on cue as Kylo Ren sauntered onto the bridge. You could feel every officer immediately tense up as he stomped towards you and Hux. You crossed your arms and forced your face to be a blank and uncaring slate.

"How was your mission," Hux offered dryly.

"Succesful," Kylo responded unenthusiastically.

You felt his eyes traveling down your body through his mask and you knew the dress had done its job. You reminded yourself to thank Elizabeth for completing a red dress as you had requested.

If Hux sensed any tension he did a fantastic job at ignoring it. "Well, you will be pleased to hear that your lovely wife has had no more near misses with death and the Finalizer has been operating without a hitch in your absence." You could almost hear Hux silently encouraging Kylo to stay gone longer next time.

"Yes I am still alive much to your dismay I'm sure," you sarcastically jabbed at Hux.

"Ah yes it rather unfortunate," he retorted.

"If you don't need me for anything else Hux, I should get going, I have work to do."

He shook his head in a no and you strutted off the bridge, making sure to brush against Kylo's shoulder as you passed him. You turned left to head towards a vacant meeting room that you could do your work in but were deterred from your mission as a hand gripped your arm and pulled you in the other direction. You were led down a secluded hallway and pushed into the wall.

"What the hell are you wearing," Kylo demanded.

You smirked, "oh this?" You motioned towards your dress as if it was boring and outdated. "I found it in the back of my closet. Why? Is there something wrong with it," you asked innocently.

He grabbed your hands and forced them against the wall. "You don't get to walk around my ship looking like a whore. Especially, when I'm not here."

Your eyes turned icy. "I don't take orders from anybody who hides behind a mask."

Anger radiated off of Kylo's body in waves of heat. "Then I think it's about damn time you got off my ship. Go be a slut on your own planet."

"Fine," you commented indifferently. "I'll be off this hellhole of a ship by dinner time. That will give you enough time to find a perfect little submissive wife who will obey your every fucking command."

You yanked your arms out of his grip and removed your wedding band from your finger. You calmly placed the black diamond-encrusted ring in his hand and pushed past him, stomping towards your chambers. You felt his eyes watching you as you strutted away.

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You dug through your closet, occasionally pulling out a dress and throwing it onto the pile laying on your bed. You didn't know if it would be considered stealing for you to take dresses that had been provided by the First Order but you didn't care. You were not about to let them recycle your dresses on the next girl Kylo seduced. You wondered how long he would wait to find someone to fill your position. Would he argue with them as he did with you? Would he go on missions with them? Or would he just use them for sex then discard them when things got too difficult? Your eyes wandered to the black double-hilted lightsaber that sat on your nightstand. You walked over and picked it up, tracing the circles that were etched into the hilt. You remembered when Kylo had given it to you. In that moment, you had felt so complete, so safe. How could I have been so stupid, you thought miserably. You placed the saber back on the nightstand. It held too many memories. You couldn't take it with you. You opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out your own silver-hilted saber. You hooked it to the velvet belt that wrapped around the waist of your dress. You walked out of your bedroom and into the bathroom. You pulled all of your belongings out of the drawers and placed them on the counter. You stopped and examined your hands as if they might hold the answers to your numerous questions. You looked up and were met with an unrecognizable reflection. Your face was void of any blemishes and the bruises from training as a warrior no longer lined your body. A year ago, you would have never dared to wear a dress so scandalous but now you were completely comfortable in seductive clothing. What have I become, you wondered as you stared at yourself through the mirror. Pain shot up your hand and you realized you had punched the mirror. It shattered into pieces around the imprint of your hand and left you with a distorted version of your reflection. Blood dripped from your knuckles and you turned on the sink, running cold water over them. You watched as blood swirled down the drain but were snapped out of your episode when the door of your chambers shot open. You grabbed a towel and gently wrapped it around your hand as you stepped out of the bathroom to confront the intruder.