Joint Custody Ch 5
Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic
Knights of Ren X Omega Reader
Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only
Okay it has low key been forever, but here ya go, chapter five! Just want to give a friendly reminder, this story and my blog are 18 and up only! Anyone wanting to be on the taglist must have their age in their bio. Nothing personal, but if you’re a minor this is not for you.
Kylo had finished his dinner later than the rest, as he alternated between eating himself and feeding you from his plate. The other knights tossed their dishes into the dishwasher and headed into the attached living room. Kylo finished up, fed you your last bite of his plate, and had you finish his drink as well. The water tasted the same as all water on starships, metallic with the slightest hint of chlorine. It made you a bit homesick for Star Killer base. Illum might have been a frozen wasteland, but all that ice was deliciously fresh water when thawed and filtered.
Kylo stood up, shifted you to his hip, and walked his dishes to the dishwasher, shifting you ever so gently when he needed to lean down to set his things in the wire racks. He walked you into the attached living room, and you both glanced around the room. Vicrul and Ap’lek were sitting on the couch, only partially watching some cage match on the Holo Sports Net. Ap’lek was also reading something on his Holo Pad, and Vicrul was occasionally glancing over at the game of Sabacc between Trudgen, Ushar, and Cardo. Kuruk was nowhere to be seen.
Kylo walked to the couch and shifted you from his hip to his arms, starting to lower you towards Vicrul, “Watch her-”
You thrashed, kicking out and digging your fingers into Kylo’s arm, a loud chirp of panic leaving you. Kylo immediately stilled, pulling you back to rest against him. You looked up at him, a look of disapproval on your face. “No.”
Kylo fixed you with a firm look. “Omega, I have things to do. Can you sit with Vicrul and be a good omega for me?”
You slowly unclenched your fingers, recognizing an order when it was given, even if it lacked his alpha voice. If your suspicions about him being an apex were correct, you were very grateful he didn’t resort to his alpha voice. Feeling your grip go slack, Kylo again lowered you onto Vicrul’s lap.
Vicrul seemed thrilled, if his scent was any more potently excited you might gag on it. His arms wrapped around you, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that you could get a taste of how easy it would be for him to secure you there against your will for basically any amount of time. “Hey there, pretty little thing. Have you come to keep me company?”
You glanced over Vicrul’s shoulder to see Kylo disappearing through a doorway back down the hall you had come from.
Ap’lek perked up at seeing you on the couch with him and his more flirty friend, putting his Holo Pad down to look you over. Vicrul was trying to nuzzle his nose into your neck, and you were doing some fairly half hearted maneuvering to prevent that, mostly including ducking your head to the side at the last moment, However, your current strategy was to lean back as far as possible to the point where Vicrul’s arms were barely keeping you upright and you were in real danger of falling off the couch.
“Ten seconds ago you were all cuddly and clingy.” Ap’lek said, a smirk on his lips. “Kylo leaves, so you go back to being a brat?”
You glared at him as Vicrul tried his best to keep your nearly horizontal body still in his lap and not in a pile on the floor.
Ap’lek shook his head at you, chuckling to himself. “Was it the food? Do we need to keep little bags of crackers on us to bribe you into physical affection?”
He practically basked in your deadpan expression. “Or was it just Kylo?”
You steady on Vicrul’s lap, letting him bring you back to your upright position and nuzzle into your neck. “Is that it, doll? You already picked your favorite? Kind of unfair, given I haven’t even had the chance to show you my best qualities.”
His hips gave a subtle thrust against yours, and you gave him a cutting look. “I don’t want to do that.”
Vicrul leaned back into the couch, his arms keeping you pressed to his chest. “Fair enough, doll. But you’ll still help keep my lap warm, won’t ya? It gets awfully cold in wild space.”
You stiffened, “Wild Space? We’re going to- Why are we going into Wild Space!?”
Vicrul returned his nose to your neck, sniffing your scent gland out and giving it a few laps and nips. The stimulation didn’t take away all of your uneasiness about the situation, but it did help you take a few deep breaths. Ap’lek moved closer slowly, to not upset Vicrul, and rested his hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing little circles.
“That’s it, a few more deep breaths for me, doll.” Vicrul cooed.
“Don’t worry about where we’re going.” Ap’lek said softly. “You’ll be staying on the ship the entire time anyways.”
“With supervision, obviously.” Vicrul chimed in. “Kuruk, probably. He usually stays with the ship when we have to park it in hostile territory.”
As you calm down from their joint attention, the game of Sabacc apparently gets personal. Trudgen points a finger across the table to Ushar, growling out accusations of cheating. Ushar leans back in his chair, grinning as he does.
“You’re such a sore loser, Trudgen.” Ushar snickers.
“No. Hell no. You. Cheated.” Trdugen’s hands shoot around the table, yanking everyone’s cards away from them and taking the remains of the deck. “You added at least two cards to this deck and I’m going to prove it!”
When Ushar budges in his chair as if he’s going to get up, Cardo stands, glaring him down. “Don’t you fucking dare. If you’ve cheated today that explains why I’ve always lost to you. Trudgen, keep going.”
Vicrul carefully nudges you off his lap, and walks over to the table too. “Ushar cheats? Oh fucking hell, I’ve lost so many credits to you over Sabacc! Keep looking, Trudgen!”
Even Ap’lek’s attention turns towards the card argument. Glancing around to see everyone occupied, you get off the couch. Sneaking across the floor, and the door and down the hall, you sniff the air repeatedly, trying to catch Kylo’s scent. You’re not too sure why you want to go find Kylo, but you know you do. Or, at least, you thought you did. Because when you try to sniff out Kylo down the long hallway, you catch the scent of something else. Something that smells alpha, to be sure, but so… oddly alpha. Instead of some heavy masculine scent with musk or amber or even sandalwood, you smell something that’s much closer to clean laundry, with a hint of earth. If anything, it reminds you of a trip your highschool once took to Naboo, where groups of your class stayed in little two bedroom cabins and had to do your laundry outside in but wooden pales, and hand the freshly washed clothing over ropes to dry.
Laundry detergent. Crisp, cold mountain water. Endless fields of grass.
For a moment, you can forget that you’re in deep space, headed towards Wild Space for some unknown reason. You close your eyes partially, trying to let your nose guide you as much as you can. It takes you after that fresh, clean scent, down several hauls, up a few ladders, until you’re standing outside what you’re pretty sure, given the layout of most starships you’ve been on, is the cockpit. On bigger vessels, it might be a bridge, with multiple pilots, and gunners (or as pretentious officers called them, aiming system specialists). But this vessel, you suspected, would just have a small cockpit.
You reached up, knocking on the door as it wouldn’t open when you waved your hand over the panel. Your biometrics weren’t added to this ship yet.
A moment passed, and then the door opened, revealing Kuruk, in all his unmasked glory. He looked down at you, his blue eyes going from annoyed and harsh to soft and curious when he saw it was you, and not another Knight. His dirty blonde hair was a bit disheveled, and you wondered if that’s just what it looked like when he removed his helmet, or if he had run his fingers through his own hair, disturbing any neat state he might have combed it into that morning.
It takes you a second to realize you were staring, and you look away from his face, looking straight ahead to his chest.
“Lost?” He asks quietly.
“Uh- well, I mean… kind of? I guess? I mean I meant to walk down here, but I don’t really know where anything is on this ship, like, at all, so I guess I’m technically lost, but I- uh, intended to come down here so-”
His finger finds your chin, angling your face up to force you to look him in the eyes. “Is something wrong?”
You struggle for a moment to try and figure out how to say that you had legitimately scent tracked this man for no other reason than he smelled calm and safe and you would rather be around him than the alphas who you could barely hear still yelling about the card game from several hallways over.
“Kylo told me to- uh, wait with the others, and I did at first but…”
Kuruk cocks his head to the side, seemingly listening, and then sighs, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. “What are they fighting about, now?”
You grinned a little, shrugging. “Ushar cheats at Sabacc, apparently.”
Kuruk gives a little chuckle, “So you ran off when they started arguing? Probably a good thing. If they find out Ushar was cheating, they’re going to beat him bloody. Nothing fit for you to see.”
You stiffen a little, and Kuruk notices, his hand moving slowly from your chin to the top of your head, giving a little pat. “Nothing to worry about, little one. It’s all happened before. So, did you take off down the hall to try and find Kylo? Because I’m afraid you went the opposite way.”
You shook your head, “No, actually. I uh… I kinda smelled you. And… liked it. So I came this way.”
Kuruk seems a bit taken back by your statement, before breaking into a little grin with a slight blush. “Oh? You did?”
You glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of the cockpit. He had the typical pilot’s seat and controls, but a cot was also set up in the corner. On top of the cot was just a foam mattress topper, maybe two inches thick, a sheet, pillow and blanket. But underneath the cot, to your immediate delight and shock, were about six other blankets.
You looked back up at Kuruk, “May I come in?”
Kuruk stood to the side, letting you slip past, and you marched right over to his cot, kneeling down to inspect the blanket hoard beneath it.
“These are yours?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I like to have some variety. Depending on whatever planet we go to, there’s different temperatures, levels of humidity. I like being comfortable, and there’s nothing worse that freezing outside of bed but sweating under the blanket. So… I’ve-”
He cut himself off, watching you pull out the two thickest ones. “What are you doing?”
You looked up at him, suddenly realizing you had intruded into his personal space and were effectively about to use his things without permission. “Um… nesting?”
His eyes widen almost comically, seemingly able to be blown over with a slight wind. “You’re- you want- here?”
“Yes. Is that okay?” You asked timidly.
“Yes, of course it is!” Kuruk spit out immediately, then growing a bit quieter as he continued. “Do you need anything else? I can go get the blankets from your room? I saw you have a stuffed tooka, I could get that too?”
“No, this is fine.” You said, beginning to unfold the blankets and lay them out on his cot. “Would you sit with me?”
If Kuruk blushed any harder he’d be redder than a tomato. “Sure. Yeah, sure.”
You finish up the nest, making sure that there’s a thick blanket around the edge of the cot against the wall, so anyone on that edge won’t brush against cold metal while laying down. Kuruk fiddles with the controls for a minute, making sure the autopilot was still working and all fluid levels were good before walking over.
You pointed at the cot, telling him to climb in ahead of you. The cot wasn’t quite big enough for two people, but you didn’t mind. That just meant you would have to lay almost entirely on top of him.
Some part of you wonders why you’re being so open with Kuruk. A nest is important, personal to an omega, and you’re nearly shoving this stranger into yours. Maybe it’s the foreign environment, or the bickering alphas down the hall, or being carried around for half an hour by Kylo Ren, the alpha-ist-alpha-to-ever-alpha, or a combination of all of that which leads you to climb into your nest, lay down on top of Kuruk, and wiggle around a bit until you’ve found the perfect place on his chest to rest your head.
You give a happy little chirp, followed by a yawn.
Kuruk is still, very still, for a long time. You’re right on the edge of sleep when you feel him shift ever so slightly to press a kiss to the top of your head.
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