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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Episode_VII:_The_Force_Awakens_(2015), Elder_Scrolls_V:_Skyrim
  Relationship:
      Miraak/You, Female_Dovahkiin_|_Dragonborn/Miraak, Kylo_Ren/You, Kylo_Ren/
      Reader
  Character:
      Hux_(Star_Wars), Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren, Kylo_Ren, Anakin_Skywalker
  Additional Tags:
      Immortal, Sex, Rough_Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Angst, Time_Travel, over-
      powered, implied_miraak/reader, Pregnancy, Some_humour, Bad_Jokes, lots
      of_bad_jokes, This_fic_is_ancient_but_I'm_starting_it_up_again, give_love
      to_ravensandviolins
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Traveler
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-09 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2846
****** Into Peril Once More ******
by lewdlordmiraak
Summary
     Wherever there was life, you went. As long as war and peril had
     existed, so had you. Your encounters shaped nations, civilizations,
     and countless timelines. You were a traveler, flying through space
     and dimension. Everywhere you went, you left a mark. You were old-
     and lonely. So lonely. For whatever bonds you would form, whatever
     connections you would make, they all simply turned to dust as your
     friends grew old, and wasted away. The pain of being an immortal was,
     at times, immeasurable. Yet, for some reason, you could never quite
     manage to cut off all ties with those cursed with mortality. You
     couldn't save yourself from the pain. Through each dimension you
     passed through, every time you molded, you had lovers, friends, and
     peers. Though none quite struck a chord with you as much as an old
     friend...Jedi, then Sith. Anakin Skywalker. You accompanied him
     through his childhood and then eventual descent towards the Dark
     Side- then left, before he could die. Before he could pass on
     immeasurable pain to you once more. Years later, you would never have
     expected to end up in the same universe once more. This time, with
     his descendant, whom you found oddly alluring... (Kylo Ren x Reader)
Notes
     ((My first Star Wars fic. It's also got some Skyrim in it....and
     stuff....yeah....uhh....please don't eat me alive.
***** Part One: Traveling *****
                                     Pain.
                                        
  That was all your mind could register, white, hot flashes taking over your
 consciousness. There was nothing else, nothing solid, nothing that you could
 focus on. If this hadn't happened before, you supposed it would be maddening.
But no. You knew this feeling. The flashes of white, searing, not hot, but not
   quite cold pains riddling your body meant one thing- you were traveling.
    With thunderous momentum, you were being hurled through space, through
dimensions, through the very fabric of reality- speeding faster than any mortal
     mind could comprehend. This wasn't your first time. You knew what was
 happening, though you couldn't possibly guess where you might end up- for it
 hadn't been you that had initiated this rip through...wherever it was you had
                          been. It was someone else.
 Meaning either that someone had tried deliberately to summon you... or it had
  been an accident. Some botched scientifical experiment, done in the name of
  discovering how to jump from reality to reality. If this was true, it would
mean that you had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and pulled
                 through to some nameless plane of existence.
Personally, you hoped it was the latter. You were a being of war, immense power
      that most individuals could not hope to harness. If you were being
  summoned...you were most likely going to be subjected to some kind of mind
control, petty ways to get you to do the bidding of some ambitious society. An
                 order of lunatics, for lack of a better term.
You hated it when this happened, hated being used, hated it hated it hated it!
 The last time you had been turned into some monotonous mind-slave, it hadn't
                             ended well. In fact-
                                    "FUCK!"
   You let out a scream as excruciating pain rang through your body, and the
 flashes of white turned to red. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. Everything
                                  went black.
                                        
***** Part Two: Arrival *****
Chapter Summary
     You find yourself awake in a summoner's circle...and royally piss
     someone off.
Chapter Notes
     ((Shitty humor in this chapter. Things will start getting serious
     around chapter 4. And smut should come around chapter 5, or 6...))
  "Good god..." You groaned softly as the pain in your head subsided, slowly
   being replaced by a dull ringing. Every few seconds, it got a little bit
louder, and a little higher in pitch. Finally, your little "journey" was over-
        with. The corners of your lips curled up slightly into a smirk.
  Once the ringing went away, it was fairly easy to distinguish the sounds of
beeping, some kind of advanced machinery, the clacking of fingers on keyboards,
 and then...a loud, blaring siren that hurt your sensitive ears. You resisted
 the urge to snap and tell whoever had caused it to turn it off. You knew you
 were in the hands of powerful people. They had to be powerful, otherwise they
wouldn't have been able to pull you here. And, at the very least, you wanted to
                be on good terms with them. Whoever they were.
You sighed softly, slowly moving your legs to the side and grounding yourself,
         then shakily pushing yourself up. Then, you opened your eyes.
   It appeared you were standing on the center of some kind of circle-shaped
platform, runes and lights flashing beneath your feet. A slight chuckle escaped
                              your cloaked form.
"A primitive summoning circle," you muttered, glancing away from your feet and
 out to the area around you. What you saw made a lump form in your throat. You
   could see tons of computers, wiring, and in a few selective places, dark
  windows, countless stars painting the blackness of the night. You were on a
space-faring vessel And, if the feeling in your gut was correct, it wasn't just
     any unimportant one. From where you were standing, this seemed oddly
                               reminiscent of...
                             No. There's no way...
                                "You're awake."
A distorted but familiar voice suddenly broke the silence. You turned rapidly,
      to face a tall figure cloaked in black, with the strangest mask...
 The feeling he (it was definitely a male) was oozing off, it felt so similar
                                     to...
                    "You're related to Anakin, aren't you?"
 There was a very sudden pause before you sensed a deadly anger and heard the
unmistakable crackle of a lightsaber shifting on. Instantly, the hot red blade
was only inches from your neck. The aura coming off of this man was undeniable
 hostile, most likely because his heritage was a touchy subject. Though, that
probably wasn't the only reason. As far as you could tell, the man in front of
                           you was quite disturbed.
                       "You seem to know my lineage..."
                                  You sighed.
"Well, yeah. You're just oozing Skywalker vibes. And from the looks of it, and
  that lightsaber...I'd wager you were a fledgling Sith Lord. But, I could be
wrong....I think it's been at least thirty years since I've been in this plane
  of reality. Really, my assumption isn't all that fair... or accurate, to be
                                   honest."
   There was a slight hiss as the blade inched closer to your neck. That was
 enough to shut you up. Despite your power, you were fairly sure that even you
   wouldn't survive long without a head. Though, you hadn't been decapitated
before, so you couldn't be sure. Still, it was something that you would prefer
                               not to find out.
"You are a captive of the First Order. You are an asset to us. You will provide
         us with the information we seek...or you will be eliminated."
 Your brow furrowed for a half-second, before you burst into a side-splitting
                                   laughter.
   "You're trying to intimidate me! You really are related to Anakin, then!
Hehehe...hahaha! He did this shit all the time! Look, what information could I
possiblyhave that would be useful to you? I just told you! I haven't been here
in at least thirty years! I-" You were forcibly cut off when the saber slammed
 down in your direction. You barely had enough time to dodge, the side of your
                         arm getting grazed slightly.
"Ow! What the FUCK?! I was just explaining the goddamn situation to-" He swung
again and you jumped to the side. You couldn't help but laugh at this childish
  display of anger. Though, to be truthful, you could understand where he was
coming from. You supposed, that if you were in his position, you might act the
                        same. He did seem quite..angry.
You decided to entertain his notion of violence, dodging each and every one of
   his strikes with exceeding ease. With each failed hit, his rage seemed to
 multiply, his form growing sloppier with each move. Eventually, you began to
                        get a little annoyed with him.
 "Stop being such a baby!" You snapped. Just as his blade was about to connect
 with your torso, it stopped. The man let out a soft hiss, obviously a little
              perplexed at why his strike had paused in mid-air.
 "Ah, well, yeah. I did pick up a few force tricks in my time here...though, I
 admit, I'm kinda rusty. Now would you please put that goddamned thing away?!"
    You were about to try and forcibly shove him back when something heavy
 connected with the back of your head. You turned to see what appeared to be a
                             silver stormtrooper.
              "W...what....?" Cue everything going black. Again.
***** Part Three: A Deal *****
Chapter Summary
     You wake up for the second time, and proceed to bother a certain
     Knight of Ren.
Chapter Notes
     ((This chapter was pretty rushed, so it wasn't very detailed. For
     that, I am sorry. I'll try to be better with future chapters. Like I
     said earlier, the smut should come around chapter 4, 5, or 6.
     Depending on how long they are. I don't know. I'm still figuring some
     things out.))
The next thing you knew, you were strapped tightly onto some kind of chair, at
  an odd angle, leather and metal bindings restricting any kind of movement.
There was an ache in the back of your head. You groaned. It was fairly obvious
  you had been struck there while distracted, fending off the strikes of the
                      strange wielder of the lightsaber.
                              Your eyes narrowed.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" You growled at yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and
trying to wipe away any traces of embarrassment. You werefartoo powerful to be
            captured! You were too smart, too agile, too...elegant!
 "And yet you let yourself be subdued," the same distorted voice from earlier
broke through the barriers of your mind, sending waves of dizziness and nausea
                           through you. You hissed.
  "What the...fuck? Get out of my head!" you snapped. The feeling of someone
prodding at your thoughts with the power of the force was...not a pleasant one.
Not a new one either. You'd been violated in this manner before, though not for
                               a very long time.
                             You heard a chuckle.
"Why should I leave it? I find it quite interesting...though, at the same time,
annoying. It seems your snark lingers even in your most pleasant of memories."
                             You rolled your eyes.
 "That's because I'm a fucking bitter person," you muttered, not quite sure if
the man could hear you, but at the same time, not caring if he did. Perhaps if
you were to anger him into another outburst like before, he would try and slice
you with his weapon. Maybe it would break the restraints, allowing you to get-
"That's not very likely," his voice interrupting your train of thought made you
                                    scowl.
                          Right. He's inside my head.
 He stepped around from behind the chair, the nearly intimidating front of his
                     mask directly in front of your face.
"I can see you are confused," he told you. "That's alright...when I first heard
    we were going to go looking for a dimension-jumper, I was confused too.
Dimension-jumpers are something of an old myth. But my...superior, informed me
  of the power your kind has. It's nearly limitless, isn't it? And it can be
harnessed. We can certainly use something like that." Your blood ran cold, your
 heart nearly stopping in its tracks. This was bad. If he knew what you were,
                 and knew you could be... Knew you could be...
   "Fuck you!" You snarled, anger suddenly coursing through your veins like
adrenaline. "You knownothing about me, nothing about my kind! If you think you
             can...can...can use me, then you're wrong! So wrong!"
                   Another chuckle made you want to shiver.
  "That may be true at the moment, but..." He lowered his head, a gloved hand
  reaching behind his head to slip off his helmet. As soon as he did, a lump
began to form in your throat. Dark, slightly curled hair, pale skin, freckles,
that...sculpted nose...he was definitely attractive... "I think we can come to
                 an understanding. An agreement, if you will."
You went quiet, peering up at him through distrustful eyes. A sly smile curling
over his lips, he leaned just a bit closer to you, his hot breath washing over
            your face. Your anger fizzled away almost immediately.
 "You're two-faced." It was a simple observation, one that would have made you
         shrug, had your shoulders not been restricted from movement.
  "Fair enough, I suppose," you muttered. "Though not...quite exact. I am an
individual with many faces, to be honest. It just requires a little finesse to
 reach them all. Which I'm sure you can tell... But, in any case, I'm guessing
   you have an offer for me. Some kind of deal we can make so you can use my
   abilities to your extent, right? I may have seemed against it before, but
  that's only because...well...no one likes to be forced into things. In the
meantime, why don't you tell me your name? It's always good to match a name to
              someone's face...and I'll tell you mine, I guess."
       He raised an eyebrow, seemingly a little confused, but compliant.
                                 "It's Kylo."
             "Skywalker, right? Because you're related to Anakin."
    Kylo let out an agitated grunt. "No," he said firmly. "Ren. Kylo Ren."
                          "As in the Knights of Ren?"
                                   "...Yes."
  "Good, then we're on the same page. Now, as for my name...I don't have one.
 Well, not a definitive one. I mean, there's always nicknames of course, stuff
 people come to know you as, but I don't have an actual one. Most people just
 call me War. I think, the last time I was here, it was...Darth War. Or Count
War... Emperor War? No, that doesn't sound right... Palpatine was the Emperor,
                     not me. Speaking of, is he dead yet?"
          Kylo froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat.
                  "...You knew the Emperor, before he died?"
  "...Yeah...a bit...kinda...I worked with him...Might have killed some Jedi
 Knights for him...Also might have tried to double-cross him and try to force
  Anakin to go back to his wife...but by that point, she was already fucking
dead. And had kids. Twins. Two. I don't remember what they were called. I don't
know what happened to them, either. They're probably dead now too. I do believe
   that Padme would have had a giant target on her back, so... It would make
   sense, in theory that they'd go after her children. But what do I know?"
                       Kylo let out an exasperated sigh.
 "They're both alive...to my knowledge. However, it's not likely that it will
                          remain that way for long."
Your brow furrowed, but you said nothing. Kylo's features were downturned now,
 his face showing signs of strain. Evidently enough, this matter was something
      he was stressing over. The look in his eyes...it was almost like...
"...One of them's your parent. Right?" It was an educated guess, though not one
  you were entirely sure about. Ren closed his eyes, falling silent. The aura
                   washing over him confirmed your thoughts.
  "They mean nothing to me," he suddenly hissed, his eyes lighting up with a
    mixture of fury and pain. You were taken aback by the intensity of his
   emotions, the sheer force at which he now glared at you. It made you feel
                   guilty. Perhaps a little nervous as well.
 "Alright. I'm...Sorry. I didn't mean to dredge up a bad memory..." Your voice
 was softer now, more quiet. As if you were trying to soothe him. You weren't
   sure why you were trying to calm him down, really, other than the rather
obvious ideal of self-preservation. Yeah. That had to be it. You didn't want to
                             be hacked to pieces.
   "Now, let's switch subjects. For instance...you mentioned the First Order
earlier, before I got hit by that idiot in silver armor. I take it you work for
them. Well, not just that. You look like your rank is pretty high. I'm guessing
that after Palpatine's death, the Empire crumbled. Did this...First Order...is
         this an attempt to recreate it?" Kylo's stare turned glassy.
  "...You could say that...but, not exactly...this is more the kind of thing
we'll be talking about once you get used to living here. Used to the work." he
                                   muttered.
                            You raised an eyebrow.
   "What? I know we were talking about making some kind of deal, but I never
                             actually agreed to-"
 "You did," he interrupted you, causing a scowl to pull over your features. He
         tapped the side of his head with a gloved finger. "In here."
  Remembering his ability to invade your mind, you groaned. "Of course. Okay.
I'll work for you. The Order. The First Order. Whatever. But if you want me to
be any use to you, you're going to have to let me out of this damn chair. And,
 preferably, out of this cell as well. I'm not sure what all I could do, if I
                    was restricted like this all the time."
You heard Kylo laugh quietly. "Of course." He stepped closer to you, punching a
 few buttons into the keypad of your restraining device. All at once, you were
    released, your body falling to the hard floor with a very audiblethump.
 Slowly standing up and stretching your stiff muscles, you glared up at Kylo.
 How tall he seemed, in comparison to you. You barely reached the mark of 5'2,
and he...he, was at least 6'. Made his looming over you seem kind of creepy, at
                                     best.
   "You should have caught me," you snapped, slight irritation replacing the
                strange feeling of nerves twisting in your gut.
           "Why? You're perfectly capable of standing on your own."
                         "Yeah, but that hurt. A lot."
                           "Am I supposed to care?"
    Feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you growled softly then lunged at him
                          knocking him to the floor.
                              "What the- MHHRPH!"
 You had him pinned down, your hand clasped over his mouth. Grinning wickedly,
  you buried your face into the side of his neck, breathing in his scent. Ren
struggled beneath you, obviously more than a little pissed at this sudden turn
   of events. But you held him down for a few more seconds. Just before you
   released him, you drew your tongue up from the bottom of his neck, to the
  hollow of his ear, relishing in the taste of his flesh. It was rather nice.
  Maybe you would consider taking him as a lover...later, when your mind was
 clearer. You were sure that you could convince him. Though, he might not like
                  it at first. But that wasn't your problem.
                                  He hissed.
"Oh, shut up." You let out a giggle and then sprang off of the now-fuming Kylo
                                     Ren.
 "We'll- We'll talk about this later," he growled. "And, for future reference,
 I'd suggest not tackling me out of the blue. It's a good way to get yourself
                                   killed."
                     You snorted, but said nothing else.
                                  "Whatever."
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