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Lose control (part 1)
Cw: sexual content, dubious consent from both parties.
Ao3 tags: soft kylo, kylo ren needs a hug, forced marriage, crying, hugging, fluff I guess, angst/comfort.
Wc: many idk ;)
Your hands trembled slightly. Fingers clutching the bouquet of blood red roses in your hands, small thorns digging into you’re skin, penetrating the soft skin of your palms and drawing dribbles of blood, colour matching the roses. The long, heavy dress only getting heavier, hotter while your legs miraculously moved you down the aisle. The heavy jewels from your home planet not helping the already heavy feeling of your gown. The further your legs carried you down towards the monster at the altar, the more tears welled in your eyes. Your white veil hid your sad tears from the ocean of First order officials and the few known faces of royals and aristocrats from home. Being princess of the most powerful planet in the inner rim seemed like a dream, when you were younger. Now it seemed more like a nightmare.
The huge, menacing black clad shadow before you, the commander of the first order, Kylo Ren, didn’t even look at you. Though that was hard to see, since his mask hid his face, if he had one. You hadn’t seen him without his mask yet, you didn’t know if your to-be husband was even human. You reached the altar and handed the bouquet to a bridesmaid you didn’t know, someone they had put there for show. Everything was fake. The bridesmaids, probably the groomsmen too, the love and romance was fake, the ‘happy’ tears rolling down your family’s cheeks. The only seemingly real thing were the roses in your hands, the pain from the thorns keeping you grounded as it seemed the air slowly left your lungs and your blood flow slowed down.
He still wouldn’t look at you, even though you stood right in front of him. The room went silent as the official began talking, his words muddled into a stream of incoherent sounds in your head. Everything swam, got blurry and unrecognisable. The tears slowly streamed down your cheeks and dripped from your chin onto your dress. A hand gripped your right one, and the defending silence ended. Your eyes directed to his helmet hidden ones, as his deep static voice sounded in the cold air. “Princess?” You had been lost in thought and missed the official asking you whether you would take this ‘man’ as your husband. “I do. I do.” Your soft voice sounded and cheers from the many benches erupted. A ring was slid onto your finger and the commander led you down the aisle. His large frame nearly hid you completely, if it weren’t for the enormous dress you were wearing. Your hand was wrapped around his large bicep, trying to hold you steady on your trembling legs. You were married. Married to the commander of the first order. Married to Kylo Ren. Married to a Monster. You reached the hallway with your husband on your arm. The crowd followed you while chanting, hyping everyone up for the ritual. You feared the ritual, always had.
Your planet even though being very technically advanced and being on trend with everything, was still bound to old traditions. Medieval methods if you will. What waited for you, was ‘very’ romantic sex with a man you had never seen, let alone met, while the official and several priests watched you consummate the marriage and ensure the promise of an heir. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You trembled harder and more tears ran down your face as you neared the quarters where the ritual would be held. ***
Kylo felt her grip his arms tighter and he looked down at the princess, his wife now. Her hands were shaking and tears littered the front of her dress. Under his helmet his own lips trembled at the absurdness of the situation. He walked faster towards the room at the end of the hall, wanting just a minute alone with the princess so he could calm her down before the handmaids came to undress her.
Finally the door stood in front of them, and one of his knights opened the door. Kylo pulled the princess inside as fast as he could without literally throwing her. She whimpered and began to softly sob behind the veil. He took of his leather gloves off and threw them wherever, he reached for her veil while shushing her. As her beautiful face came into view, he quickly pulled of his own disguise. She gasped and looked at him in awe. Feeling like they might be running out of time he grabbed her hands in his own enormous ones and looked into her sad eyes.
“Princess. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?” She weakly nodded and gave his hands a slight squeeze. “Alright. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I probably want this just as little as you, alright? I’ll be gentle and I need you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable during the ritual, okay?” Again she only nodded, seemingly to nervous and scared to talk.
A door behind them opened and three handmaids bustled into the room. They pulled the princess from him before he could say another word. The ritual had begun.