Adam Driver One Shots

At Peace • Kylo R x Reader

Warning: Abuse

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Kylo sat on his bed, running his hands through his long dark locks, stressing over a girl.

She was strong in the force and was able to wield a lightsaber better then Kylo in only a matter of days.

"You know," you started, "if you just have a little bit of patience, things will get better." You smiled.

"I can't wait, she has to be killed so I can rule the galaxy." He glared up at you.

"And I'm sure you will," you smiled at him, giving him the sweetest smile. "I have to go back to my husband now, he's expecting me." You smiled slightly, the thought of your abusive husband letting you drop your happy smile.

You had hoped Kylo didn't see your smile falter, but little did you know, he saw it.

He didn't know about the abuse but he knew something was up. And even though he kept a very hard and stoic expression over his face, he couldn't help but soften it when he thought about you.

You left Kylos room and walked to your room you shared with your husband, arms behind your back and walking swiftly.

Your thoughts wandered to Kylo. You loved that man, why you married your husband in the first place, you had no idea, but you regretted it everyday.

You loved the bond you shared with Kylo, he only ever spoke about things to you. Things to do with Rey, the girl he has been chasing, and Snoke, and how much pressure he felt to continue his grandfathers legacy.

Your husband had given you a curfew, he absolutely hated you being around Kylo, he got jealous incredibly quickly and always thought the worst when you were not with him.

He was very possessive but would not be afraid to hurt you if you disobeyed.

You were walking faster and faster, glancing at your watch every now and then. You were right outfront of the door when you glanced at the clock one last time; you were one minute late.

"Shit." You murmered.

You walked through the automatic doors, "listen, I had to work late and help Ky-"

You were met with his fist to your face. You stumbled backwards into the table, knocking a bowl of fruit.

He got right up into your face, "you pathetic bitch! I tell you to be home at a specific time, and what do you do?! Get home late!"

You coward back, you weren't afraid of much, but you were terrified of him. "I- I was one minute late, I'm sorry." You whimpered.

He spat in in your face, "and that's not fucking good enough," he pointed towards your shared bedroom, "now get the fuck to bed, now!"

That night you were left with big blue and purple bruises on your back, and a sleepless night after he used you.

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The next morning you grabbed a tray with food on it, only to pick at the food. Kylo joined at the table.

You glanced over to your husband who was glaring at you, while sitting with a bunch if his friends. He was already glaring at you.

"I need your help today." Kylos robotic voice brought you back to reality.

You took in a deep breath, your ribs aching from the brutal beating last night. All for being one minute late.

"Oh, yeah sure." You smiled.

He glanced behind your shoulder to look at your husband. "He treating you well?"

You simply nodded and looked down at your food one last time before dropping your fork. "So uh, what do you need help with?"

Even though he had his mask on, you could tell he was trying to see through and to the abuse that you were receiving.

"Found a trace of the girl on a planet, you're my best pilot and you're my best fighter, so I need you to come along in case she attacks."

"When do we leave?" You questioned.

"Now, if possible."

You nodded. You got up, taking your tray with you and dropping the food into the trash can and placing the tray down with the other empty ones.

You headed to your room to get changed into your fighting gear. You changed your dark tight pants to loose, baggy pants which gave you more mobility during a fight.

As you were removing your top, you heard the rooms door open, expecting it to be your husband, you quickly turned around, "I'm sorry, Kylo has requested m-" but you quickly glanced up to meet Kylo Ren.

You stood there with only a bra on, you felt slightly embarrassed but more concerned as he had now seen all the bruising and the scars from times long ago.

You heard the familiar sound if his mask releasing air, before he took it off to reveal sad, brown eyes that glanced across your skin.

"How long?" His deep voice asked, laced with concern.

You couldn't meet his eyes, they were looking down at the ground. "A while." You murmered.

"And you didn't say anything to me?" His eyebrows furrowed with a hint of anger.

But who was he kidding, he wasn't mad at you. But mad at the thought of someone hitting and beating the woman he loved, even though he never admitted it.

You glanced up at him, and accusingly said, "do you know how hard it is with him? I can't tell anyone because all this," you gestured to your bruised body, "this would be so, so much worse." Your voice cracked slightly.

"I could kill him, have him sent away-" he started but you stopped him by lifting your hand.

"Whats done is done, sending him away won't fix what he's already done, these marks will always be here" you gestured to your body, "plus, death is to kind of a fate for him. There is nothing we can do that equals the pain he has put me through."

You lifted the long sleeve top over your head, wincing slightly as you touched your bruised ribs.

You equipped your blaster to the holster and brushed passed Kylo, he quickly grabbed your wrist, making you hiss out in pain and curse at him.

He let go, "something has to be done." He reached down and gripped his lightsaber tightly.

"I want more than anyone for something to be done to him-" you were interrupted as your husband graced your presence.

He looked to you first, then he saw how close Kylo was to you, and he balled his fists.

He stormed over to you, "I knew you were a fucking whore!" He shouted, and before you were about to protect yourself, he was floating in the air with his hands around his neck.

You glanced to Kylo to see him holding his hand up, and you could swear a vein was going to pop; he was very mad.

The thought of seeing your husband charged at you was enough for him to want to choke him to death, to crush his neck and slice him up to small pieces and watch him suffer.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a blaster going off, and a hole in the dead centre of your husbands skull.

You were fuming, and repeatedly shot his body, only stopping when the gun overheated, burning your hand slightly.

Your breathing was heavy and you still held the gun in your burnt hand. You jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and instinctively went to protect yourself, but only then remember you had killed your husband.

He pulled you into a hug, being careful or your bruises and cuts, and you started to cry, something you hadn't done in a long time.

You cried and cried until you were picked up and softly placed down on the bed, it sank slightly when Kylo sat next to you. He rubbed your arm softly and muttered, "you're ok now," over and over again.

"Thank you." You snuffled.

Finally, you felt at peace.