You are the epitome of everything Kylo Ren hates: a wild, superficial, and very tempting party girl. And Kylo Ren is the epitome of everything that scares you: a cold, rich, and successful powerhouse of an author. When Professor Ren moves in next door and you become one of his students, the two of you can't ignore the pull you have to each other. It becomes very clear that you are both much more than your first impressions implied. You are everything the other person needs. "Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Oh, you're crazy for me" ------ This is an Alternate Universe fan fiction in which Kylo Ren is your professor and sugar daddy. If those power imbalances make you uncomfortable, then this is not the fic for you. Kylo is not very nice in the beginning but he turns very soft eventually. This is a slow burn with plenty of angst and spicy-ness. [Read introduction for more info/warnings].

UPDATES ARE SLOW [This is a modern AU story of the rise of Kylo Ren as witnessed through the main character's POV] I was born into a radical church, The First Order, led by my father Snoke, and my older brother Armitage. My mother died giving birth to me. I'm being groomed to take over the assistant position to my brother, as my father has fallen ill. We don't refer to ourselves as a cult, but I know that's how we are viewed by the public. Conspiratorially, we believe in carrying out retribution even if it means questionable acts against humanity. I will be forced to marry whomever my brother deems appropriate from the congregation. Ben Solo is the only son of Han Solo, a well-respected preacher in the community. Leia is his mother and their lives revolve around the church, much like my family. Although, we are very different. They do not accept our morals and values and we do not accept theirs. Ben and Armitage have been enemies for as long as I can remember, getting themselves into physical altercations too many times to count. I avoid Ben and his family at all costs. I have my own beliefs that don't align with either of these organizations and once my father dies, I will take it upon myself to leave the church, my brother, and everything else behind. My name is Trinity Hux. And one day soon, I will be free. INITIAL WARNINGS Mature content Sexually explicit Graphic depictions of violence Blood Death Agonist mindset Religious persecution Abuse (mental and physical) ANGST PLEASE NOTE: This story is for entertainment only. Its purpose is not to make you question your own beliefs. It is a story of conflicting ideas of religion between two groups who believe they are doing what's "right".

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.

You are hired by the First Order to help the Supreme Leader (Kylo Ren) 'relax', making you the object he takes his anger out on. This isn't a new job for you, but he proves to be an entirely different kind of client. You were used to dangerous men, how bad could it be? **cover by @bajavoz!!!**

(This story is in serious need of edits! There is one use of 'y/n' in the first chapter but it doesn't appear again. MY WRITING IS ASS UNTIL SEVERAL CHAPTERS IN!) You are dating Armitage Hux, the mob boss (Snoke)'s right hand man. But when Kylo Ren, the underboss of the mafia, returns from his time away, you soon become a pawn in their game of money, power, and glory. "You talk lots about God Freedom comes from the call But that's not what this bitch wants Not what I want at all I want money, power and glory" *This is a modern alternate universe. I don't claim to have an intensive knowledge of mafia/mob life but I do my best to do my research. There may be some inconsistencies between real life organized crime and what is depicted in the story. Just have an open mind and have fun with it! ** this is a story for 18+ people!

Your talent in English literature hasn't gone unnoticed by your professor, Kylo Ren, but you lack the focus and application to meet your full potential. Perhaps he can urge you to give in to that potential. And to him. But the more you learn about Kylo Ren, the more you realize you can use his own tactics as a professor to help unravel the past that he refuses to face. Or, you're infatuated with your dark and brooding English professor, Kylo Ren, who, to your surprise, returns the sentiment. This is a LONG-FORM, SLOW-BURN (emotionally, not sexually) work. Please take note of that if that's not your cup of tea! That's just my style of writing, and reading for that matter, which is okay. And if that's not your cup of tea, that's okay too! Originally posted to ao3, expanded to wattpad so it can be accessibly to anyone who may want to read it, but on a different platform. This story is 18+. Periodt. Please consider the following warnings/tags. Also, a disclaimer, this story can be fairly dark. Please remember the importance of clear consent and communications if your everyday lives. -light bdsm, -slapping, -choking, -rough sex, -freudian elements, -sub/dom, -dirty talk, -over-stimulation, -so on and so forth. Additionally, there are themes of family illnesses (cancer/heart conditions/death), absent parents, dysfunctional families. Please be careful or opt out if these themes, or the above tags, are triggering or are harmful for your mental health in any way, as most or all of them are prevalent and recurring throughout the entire work. Your well-being is way more important than any fanfic.

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

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.