Nanny To The Supreme Leader Kylo/Reader

Purpose

TW:
Violence
Blood

Adrenaline was pumping through you in a way it never had before. You felt like you were in charge for the first time in your entire life. Moving the blade ever so, Zilturik hissed as it pierced into the surface of his skin.

"Tell your men to back off or so help me, you won't live to see another day."
You had expected Zilturik to signal his men or maybe even to beg for his life. Instead he began laughing. The dark, sinister laugh you had heard so many times before. The one that brought you right back to feeling helpless just as you had years ago. Your grip on your blade faltered slightly but you tried to focus as best as you could. You couldn't let him intimidate you.

"What do you think you are doing, little girl? We both know you could never hurt me. You were weak when your drug addict of a mother dropped you off at my doorstep and you are even weaker now. You need me in order to have any purpose in your life whatsoever."

Your brows furrowed together. You knew that he was right about how weak you had been when you were sold to him. You had just lost everything. Your own life didn't belong to you anymore. All you could do was live out every day just trying not to be killed. Or worse. You had kept your head down for the most part only pushing the boundaries when you needed to in order to survive. That's all your life had been for years. Surviving.

You looked over at Kylo who was still clutching his side where the blaster had hit. You had never seen him like this. He was always in control but right now he looked like he needed help. He needed you. Corr and Sion needed you too.

That's when it dawned on you. You were no longer that weakened person you once were when you had lost everything. No. That weak person died the moment you had decided to take your life back into your own hands, leave Ryloth and start anew. Since then, you had gained so much. You had a job caring for the two sweetest, most amazing little boys in the galaxy who cared for you just as much as you did for them and you had met the man that had begun to fill the gaps in your heart that you never thought could be repaired.

Zilturik was wrong. You didn't need him to have a purpose. You had found your purpose all in your own and now it was the time to claim it and to let the past die while you were at it. There was only one way that was going to happen.

Within the blink of an eye, you lifted your hand with the blade in it and brought it down as hard as you could. The sound of flesh tearing and blood splattering were almost drowned out by the sound of Zilturik's wailing. His eyes looked down at where you had stabbed him.

Instead of slitting his throat quickly, you decided to stab him right under the right side of his collar bone, twisting the knife a bit before yanking it back out and returning it to it's previous spot pressed up against his throat. Blood began soaking at his shirt and he looked back at you with fear in his eyes.

"Now tell your men to back off and drop their weapons or I'll make sure the next move I make ends your pathetic fucking existence! Now!"

"Okay! Okay! Back down! Please I-"
"Shut the fuck up, Zilturik!"
You watched as his men backed away from Kylo with their hands now empty and in the air. Kylo looked around him, stood up and grabbed his lightsaber, igniting it once again. The red light shone on his face allowing you to see the slightest smile forming. He looked impressed with you.

Zilturik cried out your name.
"Please. Think about this. I'll give you the kids back and you can go. You can have your freedom."
You pushed into his wound causing him to scream once again and fall to his knees.

As Kylo spun around and swiftly took out all of the men who had been surrounding him, you leaned in closer to Zilturik to ensure he heard you clearly.
"I don't need you to grant me my freedom. I'll take that myself."
"No! Please-"
Zilturik was unable to finish his words. Your blade slashing across his grimy throat ensured that he would never be able to speak any words again.