The Last Knight

Ch. 24: Endings

Full chapter below (finally). MAJOR TW for this one, lots of physical violence between our two MCs, as well as sexual coercion.

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You weren't exactly sure how you came to be lying on the floor of Kylo's chambers, chest heaving, blood beginning to dry on your bare skin. And you weren't entirely sure if the blood was yours or his. Like most things involving Kylo Ren and his influence in your life, you didn't plan for this.

In fact, only hours before you came to be sprawled next to Kylo in his demolished living space, you had been submerged in a Bacta Tank. And you hated Bacta Tanks. You remember dreaming, but the dream was not about Hoth for once.

You were younger. Scared. But you were on the Supremacy, kneeling in front of Snoke after you had brought Kylo Ren to his knees... by biting him.

"Get up, boy! I've found you an apprentice."

And then you both were standing, and Kylo was pulling a dagger from his belt. He appeared bored, as if he was used to making lifelong, unbreakable vows. You wondered if he had already made the blood oath with Snoke when he had turned to the dark side. You had never made a blood oath, but you were surprisingly calm about it. In fact, your mouth was already stained red from where you had bitten him moments before.

You gave your arm to Kylo readily, because you knew your only other option was death. He pulled your wrist toward him roughly, and did not warn you before the dagger cut into your flesh. When both of you were bleeding sufficiently, Snoke commanded you to repeat after him in Sith. The words sounded strange on your tongue, and you remembered Luke calling it the language of evil. You didn't know the words you were saying— you had never even heard sith being spoken before this— but the words sounded sinister somehow. And then you were taking Kylo's arm, and he was taking yours, and you felt the brush of his mouth against the warm stream of blood.

And there it was. You had made the blood oath. You had committed yourself to the First Order, and committed yourself to being Kylo's apprentice. To betray him would mean your certain death. This was your life now.

You had expected to feel different after, but you just felt even emptier.

Then you were suffocating. Opening your eyes to blue bubbles. Something was in your mouth, preventing you from breathing on your own. Your lungs were expanding and contracting without your control. You began to panic, punching and kicking the walls of the vessel that held you, until a door opened and you were greeted by bright fluorescent lights. And Vicrul.

He was pulling you out of the blue, and you could breathe again. You yanked the tube from your mouth, gasping for air while Vicrul held your shoulders. You really hated Bacta Tanks.

When your body had finally exited flight or flight mode, you remembered Mustafar. You had been dying. You had felt an overwhelming sense of peace rush over you, and for the second time in your life, you had stopped fighting to live. And Kylo-

You sprang from the tank, stumbling to your knees. Vicrul caught you before you collapsed on the floor into a wet mess. The only thing covering your body was a dripping white medical gown. "Stop, everything is fine." Vicrul said calmly, his arms like steel around you. "Everyone is alive."

"But the fire. And Kylo was shot. And the Wayfinder-"

"If I get you a towel, will you promise not to run from the room?"

You nodded reluctantly. You still weren't sure Kylo was alive. He was bleeding so much...

Vicrul forced you to stay in the med bay while a stream of doctors and nurses entered and left the room, followed by medical droids, then even more nurses. You were wracked with anxiety, but Vicrul refused to give you more information until the room was empty. You were poked and prodded, but your body was free of damage. It was as if you had never been to Mustafar at all. Once you were officially cleared, you were finally left in the room with Vicrul again.