Commander Of Tantrums
Request: (from @themyscirangeneral) Hi there. Maybe a Kylo x reader fic where she is rather sardonic when he has a tantrum? Can be as humorous or serious as ye wish.
Pairing: Kylo x Reader
Word Count: 483
Working on the starkiller base was enjoyable, but it sure was tedious work. You had just finished detailing your ship and were headed to lunch. You turned your holowatch back on and within ten seconds started receiving a slew of notifications. Your heart dropped immediately. Had something happened while you were fixing your ship? Had First Order spies been captured? Heart racing you checked your messages, until you saw the content, letting out an exasperated “Oh”.
“Commander Ren, Block 3, Sec. 199. Maximum room damage”
“Y/N, you need to go to the commander’s quarters right now.”
And on and on the messages continued, every message putting you in a worse mood. It was hard enough keeping up with the goings on of the starkiller base, and even harder to juggle your duties with looking after your boyfriend. You sighed, exiting out of your messages, and making your way to Kylo’s quarters. You had just stepped off of the elevator when you heard it down the hall: the screaming.
Knowing its source, you put your hand over the touch-screen door lock, the hatch shooting open, coming face-to-face with your boyfriend, Kylo Ren. The panels around the room were scorched red, embers still brightly glowing, and the large black bed in the corner was cleaved completely in half. Kylo was facing the bed, lightsaber still ignited, his back heaving up and down from his labored breaths. You rolled your eyes so far into the back of your head you could see stars. This was the fifth room he had been moved to in 3 months.
He really needs to control himself, you thought for the hundredth time.
He certainly was a drama queen, but he was your drama queen, as cheesy as that sounded in your head, but you loved him to the moons of coruscant and back.
He finally turned around throwing his helmet to the floor, which clattered with a resounding clash. His cheeks were incredibly pink and sweaty, and his bottom lip was folded over his top, leaving him looking like a giant pouting baby. You felt bad, but you couldn’t help yourself. You started laughing so hard that you had to clutch your sides. Kylo was visibly displeased with your reaction. “It’s not funny,” he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you.
You wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes, and laid a hand on his leather-clad shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” you said, stifling yet another giggle, “but this happens so often I can’t help but finding these tantrums funny.”
Kylo fell to his knees, and put his thick arms around your waist his mop of wavy hair resting between your abdomen and chest. “You don’t understand…” he wailed.
“Oh, I don’t?” You replied, smirking, “Try me.”
As you said this, you put a finger under Kylo’s chin, lifting it as you bent down to kiss your oh-so-dramatic boyfriend.