You and your friends were teenagers in Luke Skywalkers Jedi Academy, until one night you sneak off with your gang and Ben Solo destroys everything, you return to find everyone and everything up in flames. That was the last memory with the closest people you love. 7 years later, you are working as a stripper in Canto Bight. You are a star, everyone loves you, but you feel as if part of you is missing. You don't even remember the life you had before you were 14, everything is blank, but why? Someone has been watching you for a while now at work, but who is it? Or is this all in your head? What on Cantonica is going on?!

"I fell in love with him Rey. I brought this upon myself." In which Kylo Rens mission is to kill the last Kenobi, his first love. Text copyright © rebelspies™2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

(Sequel to Bonded) Following the events of the Supremacy, Kylo Ren has abandoned everything. Including you. In his fear, he isolates himself upon finding himself irredeemable. Heart broken by his actions, you struggle in creating a sturdy life for yourself. Things take an unsuspecting turn, however, when the peace wavers and whispers of the darkness resurface. *READ WARNINGS*

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS All you've ever known is violence. You were born into the dark side and raised to follow in your parent's footsteps to serve Snoke as an Inquisitor. When Kylo Ren is chosen as an apprentice, the unexplained connection you have to him will force you to question every aspect of who you are. "I was filled with poison But blessed with beauty and rage" Ultraviolence: (poetic or slang) Unnecessary, brutal violence; violent acts simply for the thrill and entertainment of it.

To Kylo Ren drinking and womanizing had always been the needs of weaker men. All Kylo needed was to carry out his grandfather's legacy. That is until his knights drag him to Paradise House, a high-end pleasure house. One night with Evangeline and Kylo Ren's life starts to change. She gives him something that no one else can; a place to escape.

Please read warnings; this story is categorized for a mature audience. As a modest young woman living during the Regency Era in Hertfordshire, England, things had never felt right. That was until one evening, you came across the most charming gentleman you had the privilege of laying your eyes on, by the unique title of Commander Kylo Ren. You were his Angel, and that meant he had his own ways of possessing you, mind, body, and soul. But had Ren's shattering desires, secrets, and abilities been powerful enough to challenge everything you thought you knew about your life, and yourself? And more importantly, was there any way your souls would come back to each other? [Ultimately, if you read on, you will find that this is a love story taking place between two parallel universes.♥️] While this story begins in 1800s England, I've added a modern spin on that, especially in relation to the vocabulary, actions depicted by the characters, and plot development. The reason for that is because the linguistics of that time period is significantly outdated, and would not make sense for the rest of the story. The rights of all art, images, photography, and designs featured in this story go to their respective owners and creators. Your images helped shaped my content and imagery while writing and planning out scenes, plot ideas, and emotions during my creative process. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. While my ideal depiction of Kylo is someone who is soft, gentle, loving, and kind, there will be situations in this fic in which he is possessive, vulnerable, and emotionally unavailable. Constructive criticism is welcome, but I'm quite sensitive to anything deliberately hurtful, not helpful, or discouraging. My writing has a Mature rating for a reason. If you are not an adult (18+) or do not want to read explicit smut, please do not read my writing. This may potentially become part of a series called "Destiny Among Our Blurred Hearts."♥️

You and Vicrul are twins, struck with tragedy after tragedy, landing you in the guardianship of Charles Snoke, your uncle. After leaving his guardianship, you completed your studies as a doctor, when you are called to come say goodbye to your dying uncle. Before saying your goodbyes, you come face to face with Kylo Ren, who seems to sweep you off your feet after exchanging very few words. Once you become entangled in Kylo and his Knights, which your brother is a part of, you soon find out what the family business consists of: New York City's most notorious Mafia. *Y/N story without the use of Y/N* *I do not own the characters or any part of the Disney and LucasFilm Star Wars Trilogies* *Slow Burn, but there will eventually be smut...you're welcome*

You're a Lieutenant, stationed on Orinda. You're content with your trustworthy crew, but issues with a certain ship (spoiler alert: it's the TIE silencer) end up trapping you on the Steadfast, instead. Your relationship with Kylo Ren isn't how you left it. How many more messes can you stand to clean? (yes, this is the sequel to Fix Your Attitude) cover art by @badtour on tumblr

You're the only female TIE fighter pilot in the First Order. You had natural ability. An...instinct...in the cockpit that you couldn't explain. Sometimes you just felt when and where a target was approaching. You'd had this instinct as long as you could remember. Anytime you sat behind the controls you felt it. You couldn't explain it, and it definitely pissed the guys off. You had to work twice as hard as the men in the squadron to earn the same amount of trust and respect from your superiors. You had worked far too hard for your position. You weren't about to throw it all away for some- And then you met him. Kylo Ren, Commander of the First Order. A special assignment brings you face to face with a man who would not only uproot your career but your entire existence. ***Mature for heavy Smut and Violence. Please read TW!*** *COVER ART BY MIEKE MAE* @lambic_and_lace.art on IG and @lambic_and_lace on Tiktok!

Prisoner!Killer!Kylo/OC AU THIS IS A DARK FIC OK FOLKS- it starts DARK! Ends mushy. In which a sweet crime writer goes to question a convicted scarred murderer; what could possibly go wrong? (Oh! So many things) He'd watched her pulse leap in her pale throat when he sat down. Watched her shrink in her seat. Saw how her cornflower blue eyes dilated when she saw him. He'd heard her gulp. Heard her breath hitch. That had been hard for him not to smirk wildly at. That he had such an effect upon her... Seeing her in here after so many goddamn days and years limited purely to the bland familiar sights of fellow prison inmates and guards. Broad men of all sizes. So to suddenly walk in here, and see what little treat sat awaiting him, was like New Years Eve in Paris. After all, he was a dangerously bored, violent sociopath.