I’m not very creative so I suck at sending requests but I neeeeeed some Kylo ren in my life. I want something that includes Poe dameron?? Like jealousy love triangle type thing. But I just can’t figure out when reader would ever be able to charm both Kylo and Poe without being an enemy to one of them. Ugh idk if you have any ideas, that would be my request!! Lol
summary: Kylo ren x fem!reader, takes place around rise of skywalker time
warnings: language, not proofread, probably a bit messy
author's note: omg my first request thank you!! im sorry I took so long on this, it's the longest thing I've written so far <3 I did take some creative liberties. I hope that's okay, anon! This is what my brain came up with. I hope you like it
You had prided yourself on not being attached to anyone anymore. On any side, resistance, first order, you were just you. Left on a random planet in the middle of nowhere with no family or friends. Your friends were either dead or they didn't look for you any longer. You didn't care about much, just what you had on your back and what little food you could scavenge for. War was war, and this war had nothing to do with you anymore.
So you were really confused when you landed yourself in the battle grounds of the First Order. They planted themselves on your planet and refused to leave. Stormtroopers stormed the planet, planted themselves in people’s ways, in the makeshift shops run out of random tents and the caverns people called home.
What did this dump have for them? Nothing, not even resources for their war efforts, could be found here. But everyone was subject to the unusual ways of the first order. As long as you pledge your allegiance to them, you are fine.
But the difference between pride and being hubris is a thin, thin line. One your feet stood in the middle of.
“Do you pledge your allegiance to the First Order?” you had heard stories about this man; he killed Snoke in cold blood, the man said to be his master, he struck down entire towns of people, slaughtered in the middle of the night.
“Are you the infamous Kylo Ren?” was your only reply. Stupid of him to think you’d answer any of his questions. His mask stared at you; he made no motion to move. The words lingered in the air. “I heard a lot about you, you know?” You stepped backwards. It was open space, he wasn't close to you by any means, and there was no one around.
Still, he was frozen. Stiff, unmoving, it made you nervous; some ulterior motive because there was no way you were casually backing away from the supreme leader. “People talk, not many come through here, but when they do, they tell stories of what you did. What the first order did. Just last week, you tried to blow up an entire planet for not pledging their allegiance. Is that why you're here with me to make me pledge? Because I won’t.”
“I want no part in this war. I have no use for war.” his head tilted to the side.
“Then join me.” Not the first order, me.
“Look, I’ve been on this planet for a reason. Now you and your goons set up a base and force everyone to be indebted to you for life. I have no use for any of this war stuff. It does not benefit me. Why would I join you? What do you have to offer me?” Hatred dripped from your words. How dare someone try and recruit you when both sides had failed to provide for anyone but themselves?
“Selfish much?” his hand reached out to your face, but it didn’t reach, and you stepped back even more. His hand fell once again.
“And you aren't? Taking over the galaxy under the guise of peace and unity, when in reality you're just taking over so you could be the ruler, everyone falls tiny little Kylo Ren into battle? No one to oppose your ideology or test your theories, just the first order and you ruling?”
“You talk an awful lot for someone who has no idea what is happening in the galaxy.” You moved to step back, but your feet stuck. You jerked and tried to break free from the invisible binds that held you, but nothing helped. He stalked closer like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. “I could provide so much for you. If you let me, if you agree to pledge your loyalty to me,” this time when his hand stretched it reached your face, creasing your cheek softly, almost too softly for the touch to be coming from Kylo. He brushed back your hair, tucking it behind your ear.
Your words caught in your throat, it became harder to breathe, and the pace of your heart quickened. “Not the first order?” It was weak when you spoke it. The deep, sick feeling in your stomach spread to your body soon, and everything was immobile. After everything was dark.
For months, you stayed strong. For months, you didn’t break to any offer, any threat, to anything really. You didn’t even break down when Ren clearly was in love with you. He comes into your furnished prison cell courtesy of him almost every day to get you to join him. He never pushed or pressured you to do anything extra. Of course, he never changed, though, and lost his temper, threating anything you loved, but that quickly was thrown out when you didn’t care about anything or anyone.
Your talks broke down to less of a formal war talk and more into your hopes and dreams. What would each of you would do if you weren’t attached to anything. Now, the relationship between the two of you was something stuck between enemies and something more. Never friends but never fully enemies.
The silences between you two were loud. It rang in your ears whenever the only sound would be the modulation of his breathing. How does one move on with this? He offered you your own room, privacy, and any gift imaginable. The only request? You stay. You listen. And honestly, after a while, it wasn’t hard to do.
You forgot about everything with him. You had no worries. No needs that couldn’t be met. And in the dark, away from everyone, he was kind. You were drawn to him from the first moment you saw him; your heart ached to be near him. That pit never left you. He sensed it too. The pull to you. That's why he came to you.
Heavy footsteps stopped outside your door. Seven to be exact, the door woshed open, privacy had limits. Kylo had limits to his kindness. Without invitation, they entered, crowding your small room with their weapons, each one holding a different type.
“Hello, Kylo Ren and his goons.” No one repeated a greeting. “Tough crowd today,” you sighed before throwing yourself on the small couch in the room. Just because you caved in doesn't mean you lost the spark that brought you here. The difiance. Kylo put up with it, mostly.
“What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?” You propped your feet up, leaning back, too relaxed for this whole situation. 7 men, each armed with a different type of torture device? You should be panicking. But you knew they would never hurt you. not even when you screamed and cried and threw vases at their protected heads (true story). They always stood there. Watching, unmoving, quiet.
Kylo spoke first; he always did. “We are leaving on a mission.” That was as much information as you would be given.
“Aw, so you came to say goodbye? All of you? Such sweet little puppies,” you mocked, testing your luck was your favorite pastime. You heard your name. Your head snapped to Kylo. “That’s enough.” his voice was commanding enough to render you quiet.
“We came so you can pack your things.” Stepping forward, offering a hand to you. Your hand slid into his, feeling his glove against your hand. You were pulled up. “Pack? Why are you kicking me out? I knew you’d get bored with me one day,” you sighed before turning to your belongings scattered around, trying to pick out which ones you’d want with you.
“No? So then what? You are so vague it hurts.” You almost heard a small laugh. But you ignored it, no one would ever fess up if they had laughed at your jokes.
“We are leaving on a mission,” he repeated his statement.
“We? We, as in us and the puppies?” you motioned to the men who made no sound, no movement as long as they were in the room.
He nodded slightly. “You are to come with me and my men on a mission.”
“Why? What’s up with this? You never take me anywhere near missions.”
“That information does not concern you.” Of course, it didn’t concern you; it just happened to involve you.
“So how much am I packing?”
Stormtroopers came and took your belongings, loading them onto Ren’s tie-fighter. It was the smaller one built for two. How lucky you were to be traveling with a maniac like Kylo Ren. Not like the knights would act as any buffer to his insanity. If anything, they encouraged it, laughing at your misfortune or the discipline you recived for speaking up one too many times. It was not your fault that you loved to speak; apparently, no one else around you did.
You were escorted onto the tie-fighter stormtroopers on your tail, and Kylo was walking swiftly in front of you. He stepped in first, standing to the side to let you enter, and sitting you down on the only other seat in there. “When is my turn to drive?” you questioned, putting your arms through the restraints.
Kylo bent down, tightening them up for you and clicking them into place. “Never,” he replied as he clicked the last one and turned to sit in the pilot seat in front of you.
“You are no fun,” you sighed, pouting a bit.
“I never claimed to be fun.” A beep occurred, he pressed a button, and the engine roared to life. His flying skills were unmatched. You had no doubt he could teach you how to fly, but you also knew he probably never gave you the luxury of fun.
“I could be an excellent pilot if you gave me a chance.” You would not let this conversation go until something else interested you.
“You never let me have any fun.” Again, just complaining here.
“I'm taking you out, aren't I?”
“What am I, some kind of puppy you have to walk? Are you taking me out for my allotted outside time?”
“What does that mean?” He shrugged. You forgot about the flying.
Not too long later, the Tie-fighter landed on some dark planet. It was late at night, but you still watched from the window as people walked past. Kylo killed the engine before turning around to you, unbuckling your restraints. You wasted no time throwing yourself to see them walk by. They could see inside, as you gawked at the normal people not adoring first-order uniforms, you didn't care about the stares.
Honestly, it was more likely they were staring at Kylo’s tall form looming behind you. He let you watch for a bit before opening the door, lowering it with a hiss.
“Supreme leader,” two stormtroopers said, nodding to Kylo. He paid them no attention as he walked past. They parted so the two of you could walk through. You recognized this place. You had seen these dark and dingy walls. You knew the market that ran through the streets. As your boots hit the floor, it all came flooding back to you where this was.
“Kimiji.” It was almost silent, lost in the chaos of the people and stormtroopers. Kylo moved further, saying nothing, but you followed silently. Not once during your two years with him have you ever felt this strange disconnect, where the pit in your stomach is replaced by an even deeper one.
His legs were much longer than yours. You fell behind quickly, but you were always able to have him in your sight. You ran up to him, placing your hand on his arm. He stilled.
“I have business to attend to.”
“If I recall correctly, your exact words a week ago were ‘when can we take a trip out of this hell hole, I'm going to go insane.’” Huh, you did say exactly that.
“You listen too much,” he didn't reply. Just continued on into the makeshift base. It was nice in there, warmer than the sharp air outside. The large hall was crowded with stormtroopers and generals adoring the First Order uniforms. It was a sea of black and white.
Kylo stepped forward. His knights were suddenly surrounding both of you. “How nice of you to follow like good boys.” Interested in testing the waters here.
“Enough.” The voice modulation made it even scarier; it didn't frighten you as much, but you knew not to speak up about it again. “Let’s go,” Kylo walked deeper into the hallway, and his knights followed closely, surrounding you, forcing you forward. You had no choice but to step forward; otherwise, your back would’ve hit someone, and the knights wouldn’t stop even to keep from bumping into you.
At the end of the hallway, there was a door that led into a huge and beautiful room. More beautiful than anything that would naturally come out of Kimiji. You noticed that your bags were already placed in here. This couldn't be yours; it felt like a grand ballroom. But your gaze shifted more, and you saw Kylos' belongings there too. You were slightly surprised that he had opted to share with you.
He walked to the middle of the room. “Leave,” he commanded. They nodded their heads and left in unison, leaving you and Kylo alone. The room felt even bigger.. You walked around paying attention to the marble on the countertops and the array of sweets left here. Sweetcakes were your favorite, and they littered the countertop. You immediately snatched one up, as the sweetness of the cake hit your taste buds, you couldn't help but melt. It was always the best thing you had tasted. A hiss sounded from behind you, but you didn't turn to see what was happening.
A thud and then footsteps, and arms wrapped around you. “Hi,” his voice was normal, human, maybe a bit sweet. You picked up one more, shoving it in your mouth before turning your head in his direction, only able to see the side of his face. “Hi,” your mouth was full, you finished the rest of it, “what do you want?” You were skeptical of the sudden need for affection, but that's how he would be sometimes. He was a one-eighty.
You turned and faced him. Behind the mask, his face was soft. The curls of his hair were wild. This was who you were in love with. The man behind the mask, mostly, sure, you cared deeply when he was the supreme leader, but you would rather have Kylo Ren in your corner. Your hand brushed his curl away, and he stilled just a bit before melting back into you.
“I like you this way,” you commented, your hand still on his cheek.
He kept his mask off for hours. Even around the knights of Ren, he commanded them without his usual armor. You didn't know what they were here for. Just that they were searching for something, or someone. Honestly, you really didn't give a single fuck what it was for. You didn’t care about this mission; you just knew you were promised a night out with Kylo and only one babysitter.
It was an upgrade from your usual three, keeping you from trouble. Kylo said Bodyguard, you said babysitter. You watched from afar as they droned on and on about force knows what. It had been hours since this promised night out, and you wanted it now.
As if your wish was heard, Kylo locked eyes with you and walked towards you. His arm extended, grabbing your own hand and pulling you to stand. “You look incredible,” his voice was low and in your ear. “Ready to go?” you nodded, pulling a designer bag, a gift from Kylo, into your arm. It only held a lip gloss, gum, and floss. The essentials, really.
“Let's go.” It wasn't to you this time. It was to Vicrul. He emerged from the sea of men tall, dark, commanding. He walked behind you and Kylo, protecting mostly you from danger. People knew who you were. You had always kept a close distance from Kylo in any situation. But Kylo without his mask? People spared him a second glance because of his looks. His gaze alone was enough to kill.
The bar was crowded, people were scattered everywhere, drunk, talking, dancing. Everyone was in everyone's space. You couldn't move too far without touching someone’s shoulder. But you were so happy to be out of that stuff ass base, this was your paradise. Plus, you had been here before. You were 2 drinks in and feeling it. You were sitting at the barstool waiting for your next drink when it caught your eye. The P you had left years ago, trapped in a heart. You traced the outline and giggled to yourself. Kylo would never know of that, not when Poe was far gone from this place, just as you had once been before being dragged back.
Kylo was uncomfortable in here. He hated everything and everyone, so you're surprised he let you stay so long. Vicrul was standing not too far behind him, too. He had formed a little bubble around himself because everyone was too afraid to go near him. A hand held your shoulder, you turned, expecting Kylo, but your face turned shocked when you locked eyes with the one and only, Poe Dameron.
“Poe?” You couldn’t believe it. This must’ve been the drinks; he wasn't actually here. He left for the resistance long ago. He left you a long time ago. There was no way he was back. But his voice snapped you out of it. You shot from your chair, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warmth of him reinforced the idea that he was real. This was real.
Both your past and present were here right now with you, Kylo, and Poe. Two polar opposites. You let go of Poe and felt Kylo push into your back. His gaze was trained on Poe. Nothing would break his stare, not even you saying his name. “Ren.” He didn't budge.
You let him be refocusing your effort, “What are you even doing here?” Poe didn't reply immediately. “I’m here for work,” he nodded.
“Both of you are so vague.” They were like teenagers, the way they both were standing tall, intimidating each other. “Let’s go talk, yeah?” you said, pulling Poe's arm to a booth. To your surprise, Kylo didn't follow; he watched as you wandered off with another man sitting at an empty booth in the far corner. His eye was trained on you, your movements, your lips.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned. How could you break it to him? “Just revisiting.”
“You know I dont have a lot of places or people to call home. Not anymore.” He averted his gaze back to the table. “Plus, you never shared why you’re here.” he looked back at you.
“I thought you liked a man of mystery,” you laughed a bit. He hadn’t changed, not one bit. The war didn’t harden him or change him the way it did you.
“You never change,” you said, laughing.
“Do you want me to?” he sounded genuinely curious. You shook your head. He nodded before questioning you once more, “Who is that?” he pointed to Kylo. It was funny that he was his enemy, and you weren't sure either of them knew it fully. “My boyfriend,” was your only reply. It wasn't your fault, he didnt know that was what Kylo Ren looked like.
He studied him. Kylo was still watching, and his jaw was tight.
He looked away, Poe’s eyes locked on yours again. “I missed you, you know.”
“Then why did you leave?” That question kept you up at night, wondering why he only left a note and didnt return to you after that conversation that night.
“I couldn’t be a spice runner my whole life. I felt...”
“Called?” you said, filling in his blank. He nodded.
“I felt called to do more. And, you didn’t want to come with me.” It was true, you were safe where you were with him, even in the unsafe nature of your job. You sighed. In no world were you able to stay with him for long, no matter how much you cared for him.
“I felt that before.” You did when you met Kylo; your heart pulled you to him. Poe followed your eyes to Kylo.
“With him?” a nod. “So there was no hope for us ever?” you laughed, he knew the answer.
“What do you think?” you smiled, and he returned it. As much as you loved him once, you were meant to go away from him. Find something else.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked with a smile. You laughed.
“Bye, Poe,” you said before standing up, returning to Kylo. His gaze never once left you. When you stood in front of him, he quickly grabbed the back of your neck, leaning down, planting a kiss on you. It was demanding and tense the way he dominated you right there. A public display for everyone, he pulled away slightly before whispering in your ear. “Mine,” you smiled, kissing him once again. You pulled back, staying in his arms for longer. Somewhere in between that Poe left the booth without another word. The next drink you had, you sipped tucked away under Kylos's arm, and the rest of the night, he kept you close. His hand is always on you, your back, your thigh, or intertwined with yours.
Even back at the base, he felt you close. For the first time, as you walked through the doors, Kylos' hand was in yours, your pace the same, the one falling behind was Vicrul. Stares lingered on the two of you, and his grip only tightened. He opened the door for you, letting you step in first. He closed the door behind himself. You melted into the soft bed, lying on top of the covers, your high and short dress still on.
Kylo walked to you, pulling your leg up as his fingers worked at taking off your heels. As he took one off, he massaged the tender skin before moving to the next. He pulled you up, reaching around to unzip the back of your dress, pulling you up. His touch was soft and tender, kissing down as he pulled the zipper further and further. In between each kiss, he would mutter, “mine, all mine.” Once you were out of all the uncomfortable clothes and shoes, he placed his own shirt over your head and pulled you down into bed with him. His chest bare as you lay your head on him.
“I'm surprised you didn’t pull me away,” you said truthfully. He just stalked you. He hummed, running his hands through your hair. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t even let me talk to him.”
“I wasn’t worried.” You turned your head up to him, and he smiled at you, a true smile.
“Why?” Kylo had always been a jealous man as long as you’d known him. He had a control problem, a possession problem. And to know that he let you walk away with another man was confusing even more than the battle plans he brings back to study every night.
“Because I knew you’d end up in my bed tonight no matter what,” he smirked down at you. You curled into his body more, feeling his warmth against you.
“Perv,” you muttered before returning his gaze again. “But you weren't wrong.”
He planted a kiss on your head before messing with your hair once more.
“I never am,” he smiled, his face smug with pride.
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