Mine /Kylo Ren x Reader

•chapter 22•

Warning: this chapter will contain some serious and questionable dubious content. Kylo isn't going to be nice about it and If you're not into 'group sex' please skim through. I want to make this a safe place for everyone ❤️

"You need to focus on your mission, my dear."

"I know, I'm working on it."

"Not hard enough."

"I'm sorry."

Your grandfather circled you as you sat paralysed in his throne. His brass robes fluttered behind him as he stalked around the platform, his hands clasped behind his back.

"You're weakening, my girl." There was a hint of amusement in his raspy voice, but there was a scowl on his face. "Kylo Ren is the reason for it."

"He's not." You lied. "I just need to think my plan through." You swallowed and watched in the corner of your eye as he came to a halt.

"I sense the conflict in you, child."

"I will finish this Grandfather. I just need time." You clenched your fists to try and stop your hands from shaking. You could barely breathe.

You were trapped, and you were terrified.

"Kill the Scavenger and Skywalker, and report back to me. We have unfinished business to attend to."

"Yes, Grandfather."

You weren't sure if it was a dream or that your Grandfather had communicated to you directly. All you remember was finally getting to sleep after two hours of crying, then you were met by your grandfather.

It felt all too real and personal for it to be a dream.

And it only sent your anxiety skyrocketing.

After Kylo had left you, you opted for a shower to try and calm yourself, however it was the mere catalyst for your breakdown. You sat on the shower floor and sobbed until the water turned icy cold and sent goosebumps scattering all over your skin.

You laid in bed, holding one of the pillows close to your body as you sobbed into it, quietening yourself.

You knew you shouldn't have told him, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, even if it broke your heart in the end.

Of course, you were hurting. You didn't know what Kylo was going to do, or if he was going to do anything at all. You wanted him to realise how much he meant to you, and maybe he did, but you couldn't help but feel that you meant absolutely nothing to him. Especially after he decided to walk out on you. You poured your heart out to him, and he left.

Your grandfather was correct in the fact you were weakening. And it was Kylo's fault. You loved him so much that it would often cloud your judgement. You let Kylo dictate what you can and can't do, especially regarding your plan to find the Resistance and get rid of Rey. All you had to do was catch her off guard and kill her. Ideally, the First Order would want you to kill as many as possible, but you don't think you could bring yourself to end Leia and Jackson's life. You had a soft spot for the both of them, and you did have a soft spot for Rey. But after falling in love with Kylo and seeing her taunt him before she tried to kill him; it awakened something inside of you. Something primal, where all you wanted to do was protect Kylo, whether he liked it or not.

You managed to drag yourself out of bed and dress yourself in the pair of black trousers and the sleeveless top you had bought only yesterday. You then attached your lightsaber to your hip. You hadn't bothered trying to apply make up or fix your hair. In reality, you were exhausted.

You made the decision to contact Hux on your data pad, requesting that Lexa and Noah were sent down from the Finalizer to Canto Bight. You needed them right now. You needed your friends.