The Fate of the Empress (Prologue)
Kylo x Reader
A/N: This is the start of a story I hope to continue in the future. This story does and will contain STAR WARS THE LAST JEDI SPOILERS so please don’t read if you’re trying to avoid them.
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Warnings: Spoilers, none
You lounged on Kylo’s couch, waiting for him to return. Your fingertips mindlessly scrolled through different news sites while your eyes retained nothing they read. It was minutes now before the man you had come to adore so much would return. The events that had recently transpired had him on a more dangerous ledge than you ever thought he’d reach. Due to the defeat to the scavenger and the destruction of Starkiller Base, your significant other was weighed down by more negative energy than any being should endure. His explosive personality damaged more than just control panels these days. Half driven by a selfish need to be near him and a want to do everything in your power for him, you had placed yourself at his convenience every moment you could. More times than not you were grateful to be there to stop him from whatever his mind had convinced him was the only way to recover from the sting of snokes words. You found today to be another example of how abused Kylo Ren was at the hands of his so called master.
Your neck snapped up, eyes bright, to greet Kylo as you heard the door to the chambers slide open. His completely obliterated mask was the first thing you noticed. It shed pieces with each of his heavy steps. This was the last thing you’d expected to see. You knew how much Kylo had relied on his mask and the shambles of metal it was presently spoke volumes to you about how Kylo must be feeling on the inside. You recalled all the beautiful memories between you two that the mask had appeared in. It was similar to a security blanket for him. Wanting the brooding prince to feel as comfortable as possible you had welcomed the cold menacing mask. Knowing you would never see him proudly wear it again saddened you.
Worried for your lover, you rushed up to him. The holopad falling to the floor rung out, echoing across the silent room. A message you fully intended to ignore binged through the speakers. Kylo had stopped himself in the middle of the room,halfway to you. His eyes looked down but not at the mask. His exhaling was even and his face appeared unwrinkled by any signs of distress. The only thing giving him away was the hummingbird speed of which his empty hand was shaking. You stood close to him, but far enough so he could breath. “What happened”, you looked up at him, whispering, hoping to coax an explanation rather than suffocate him with a demand for an answer. You inhaled a deep breath scared of what may erupt from him. With this breath, your nose tickled at the slight smell of smoke, something charred. You peered from his face to his clothing and ran your hand over the fabric on his chest feeling slightly crisp material. “That fucking-“ you turned and went to kill Snoke. Your fury burning your throat with every puff of your chest. Your fierce instinct had you out for blood for anyone who dare harm your commander. Snoke had recently been abusing Kylo far more than before and you were sick and tired of watching the love of your life endure it. You would’ve traded anything to take the pain for him, instead of him. Before you could even take two steps Kylo grabbed your arm.
“Don’t be stupid” he advised from behind you. You couldn’t kill Snoke. You had no power and no plan but you knew in that second, that if you could have had your way, you would’ve enjoyed watching Snoke tortured in the most horrid ways possible. Realizing Kylo was right and there was nothing you could do against the powerful force user, you fell back to the reality where you did have power. You pulled Kylo into a tight hug. Tears fell from your eyes for him.
“I’m so sorry. It’s not right. You should never have to- I should’ve “ your thoughts sputtered out of your mouth incoherently. In that moment, Kylo enveloped you with his arms and shared your hug. He had never had anyone feel so much for him. While he barely spoke four words you had already shown your weakness for him and Kylo never felt more complete. You never assumed Kylo was in the wrong and you fought for him, against all the things he endured. He held your shaking frame as all the emotions he had bottled up inside were illustrated by you, felt by you. He never once thought of you as disposable but it was moments like these he would only think of you as his soulmate and nothing less. “It has to be soon. I can’t take seeing Snoke treat you this way any longer” you reached up to caress Kylo’s unscarred cheek. He smiled sadly upon you, reassuring you that the time was soon for the future to begin. He dropped his mask and it crumpled into itself as it hit the solid, shiny, black ground. The urge to bring up hurrying the plan pushed at your mind strongly, but Kylo had endured enough today. There would be tomorrow to address it. You and your knight deserved a night of unwinding while intertwined together. After you brushed back his hair trying to make light, you let a hint of your playfulness reveal itself. “Well at least now I can see your face all the time” you rose to your tiptoes. Kylo furthered your journey towards his lips by lifting you gently at the waist and holding you tightly to him while chuckling at your joke. After your heartbeat went crazy and Kylo had gifted you with a another show of affection, He broke from the kiss.
“Supreme leader is planning something. I can’t tell but I feel it may give me an edge against him” Kylo divulged. Watching him, you saw his gaze far off and searching. You deduced he was looking for a string to hint at this plan he mentioned. While this news should have propelled you on towards the hope of success, your stomach plummeted. You couldn’t explain the acid sloshing in your stomach or the bile rising in your throat but the moment he said those words you were pulled into shackles of hesitation and fear.
“No” you said, suddenly out of breath. At this he set you down and stepped back moving to go about undressing and getting ready for bed.
“What’s wrong? My connection to the force tells me it will be the change we need to reign” he asked, eyebrows arching while his hands slid his cape from his shoulders. You agreed with him in your mind but everything in your body felt leaded down by his optimism.
“Kylo… Snoke planning something… that’ll help us? That doesn’t sound right at all.” you stood in the middle of the room trying to make sense of your bodies reaction. Kylo approached you agreeing with how odd it sounded but he asked you to trust him. Once those words poured from his lips, you forced all negative feelings away and welcomed a soothing calm to your veins. You trusted him. His tie with the force you always believed was strong. You supported him. So you smiled and expressed relief, which in turn, encouraged him.
You lived out the night. Kylo in a much better mood than during his arrival to your chambers. You laughed, talked, and cuddled with him until he fell asleep. You looked over his features lovingly, praying no more harm would come to him. You placed your lips against his cool freckled skin. Recalling your ignored message on the holopad, you got up. Kylo mumbled, reaching for you as your warmth deserted him. You squeezed his hand, promising a quick return. Scooping up the tech, you sat on the couch briefly. The message was from your best friend. He never messaged you this late or when he knew you were happily stuck to Kylo’s side. The message was delivered and a notification appeared on your screen though. You clicked open the message from General Hux. The words didn’t signal any distress but the existence of the message confirmed to you the need of your presence. You laid down as close to Kylo as possible to try to warn away your stress. Despite your intent to sleep, Your lover’s words echoed through you. “Supreme leader is planning something” your minds voice repeated until a familiar dread had reappeared deep in your soul prolonging your sleeplessness to the level that Kylo experienced.
He woke up after two hours while you were still coherent. He clung to you as if your form would soon turn to sand and slip through his grasp. “I’ll make everything right I promise” he whispered to you, struggling with the reality that he had not yet made your world perfect.
“I’ve never believed anything else” you comforted him, knowing how often he doubted himself. You both sat silent, staring lovingly at the other. Your fingers brushed softly against every reachable inch of the others skin into the hours of the approaching dawn.
