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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 79

The second to last chapter in this series, but do not worry I have plenty of more fics planned. ❤️

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 79: It Will Be Done

You woke feeling worn out and sore. Usually, sleep was meant to rejuvenate but after last night’s eventful escapade, only a soak in bacta would bring you back to full health. But you reveled in the feeling of being sore, reveled in the memories of last night’s lovemaking. You weren’t always fond of the beast, especially when he reared his ugly head in defiance of your best wishes, but you had to admit that he was a powerful lover in bed.

You stretched as best as you could but a heavy arm kept you weighed down, confined to the bed and his chest. For the first time, you were awake before he was. It made you ponder over if he had been able to sleep at all since he left you nights ago. When he was asleep, he looked like a calm resting angel. His lashes long, his beauty marks dark, his lips a beautiful and plush rosy pink, his hair like dark waves encapsulating his face. Yes, he looked like an angel, but underneath it all, he was a demon. But one that was your guardian. Some people had guardian angels, you had a guardian demon.

You calmly played with his hair and caressed his cheek, not wanting to disturb his sleeping peace. You watched his slow breaths as a mediation to your morning. You then put your head back down on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, you had no idea how long you were like that before you could feel him stir. You watched as his eyes fluttered open and as he blinked to focus all with a smile on your face. He glanced down at you, meeting your loving gaze. His voice was groggy as he said, “Good morning.” He then brought a hand up to his face to rub at his tired eyes.

He was a sight to behold. “You know this is the first time I have woken up before you,” you teased. It felt more intimate, more tender this way, something your relationship tended to lack.

You could hear a small huff of amusement before he replied, “Well last night was very exhausting.” Scenes played back in your head at the memory of it all, you could feel the hollow ache between your legs.

You drew lazy circles around the beauty marks on his chest, “It was, but how much sleep did you get while you were away?” You were concerned. It wasn’t like him to need tons of sleep, he seemed to run on just a few hours in peak condition.

He looked away from you, to the ceiling avoiding your gaze, “I didn’t.” He knew you wouldn’t be happy with that admittance but he was at least being honest with you. You reached up to gingerly grab his face and pull it to meet yours. You kissed him sweetly.

You shook your head at him. “You should probably join me for a bacta bath then.” You knew you needed one, especially when he brought his hand down to lazily tease your bruised heat. Causing you to hiss at the sensation.

“But I am not hurt,” he mused. You could feel his morning wood against your leg, something that you wouldn’t really be able to do much with unless you had the bacta bath.

You shook your head again, “I know but it could rejuvenate you. And who knows I might be up for a round in the tub.” This got his attention as he moved to get off the bed and then pulling you to his chest to carry you into the bathroom. You watched him struggle for a few minutes to fill the tub with the bacta gel. For a moment you wondered if you should just call Adlez and Olivia-Rose to come to do it for you, but he was huffing telling you it was fine.

Once the tub was filled he lowered both of you into the weird slimy substance. It felt as if you were sitting in a tub full of lube and the lube was warm. Kylo took the bath as an opportunity to both massage and grope you. Filling you with a different type of pleasure as you could feel the strain of last night being swept away. You could also feel his erection against you as he did so, pressing into the meat of your ass. You returned the favor to his strong broad back, but he seemed much more interested in getting his hands back on you versus receiving tenderness himself. Many, many kisses were exchanged, but you didn’t have a round in the bath, instead, you both took a shower together.

He happily lifted you up against the wall to allow himself to enter your renewed cunt. “You were made so perfectly to take me,” he was able to verbalize while thrusting into you. If there wasn’t steam from the shower itself you were very sure that the glass would have fogged up, anyway. But he was right, your pussy fit him perfectly, taking in every inch of man that he was.

Eventually, you both climaxed with your orgasms colliding together. And then you cleaned each other off, Kylo taking great care of your body and massaging your scalp. You honestly wished that no one else would ever touch you ever again, every single one of your atoms rejoiced in his touch. But you had to get out of the shower and move on with your day.

He took care in drying you off being very tender with you. Which made you pose the question, “Do you dislike it when I call you my guard dog?”

His face scrunched up in confusion at your question. “Why would I?” His hands and towel roaming your body.

You shuffled your feet looking down away from his gaze, “Because I am calling you a beast, a monster to your face.”

He took your face in his hands and brought it up to meet his lips, “I am a monster, but I take pride in knowing that I am your guard dog. I am only kind to one person, and that is you,”

That didn’t really answer the question you had for him. “I know, but do you want to be kind to me? Or do you want to be a beast?” In many ways, you didn’t want him to abuse you every day and night, but your soul would tear itself apart if you weren’t with him.

He analyzed your face, gauging your reaction. “Do you want me to be a beast? Because I have no problem in doing so, but I do think a guard dog tends to honor its master or the thing that it’s guarding as the one thing that isn’t a threat.” His eyes were dark looking into your soul. He was trying to tell you in a roundabout way that you were the only thing he really cared about. The only thing he cherished. In many ways, he never seemed to do so unless you were in private moments like this, but you understood that this was Kylo, that it was just how he was as a person.

You told him your own personal truth, “I just want you to be you. You have spent so long being someone else, hiding from the world, hiding from me. That I don’t want you to think that I need you to treat me like a doll.” If he wanted to be the beast all the time you would figure out some way to accept it, this new version of you was made just for Kylo, and only him.

He seemed to contemplate your words for a few moments before responding, “I enjoy being a ‘beast’ when you send me out on missions, or when you need me to protect you directly. I also enjoy being a beast in bed, you were built to hand all that I can give you, for that reason. But I also enjoy cherishing my Empress. I have watched too many matches fail to know that I shouldn’t only handle you one way.” He always had something insightful hidden up his sleeve to tell you. Too many people thought he was unthinking, but in many ways he was wise.

His words sink into your soul. Giving you this happy feeling, you really were the pretty girl who ‘tamed’ the beast. But not in the sense that he would be tamed for others but only tamed for you when you wanted it if you wanted it. All you could answer that with was a kiss, you needed to get ready for the day. Big plans were ahead, and you didn’t want to delay them.

You grabbed a robe and walked into your dressing room and called upon your ladies-in-waiting. You were in a very good mood as you sat waiting for them at your vanity. Contemplating his words, and how he saw you and then how you saw yourself.

You watched them both come in, Adlez noticing your pleasant demeanor first, “You seem to be in a good mood.” You watched as she analyzed your condition, looking for any loose threads that she would need to repair in you, not what you were wearing. She was an expert seamstress when it came to the garment of your condition.

You smiled at her, “I am, Lord Ren is back.” You felt the warmth from earlier return to your belly as mini memories flashed in your mind, both from last night and this morning.

She gave you a teasing look, “And in your bed, I imagine it was quite the reunion.” You could tell it was just her expert keen eyes that found one of the few remaining love marks on your neck, and you knew that she knew that you had put in the work order and had ordered the knights to fetch your wedding present.

You turned to look back at her as she stood behind you starting to prepare your hair for the day. “It was. But then again it isn’t any of your business.” You were teasing her of course, but then again you didn’t really enjoy people commenting on your love life. He was yours alone, it wasn’t normal for others to pry into normal people’s relationships, so why would yours be any different?

She could sense she was walking a fine line as she continued to finish your hair. Olivia-Rose took this as an opportunity to try to break the subtle tension, “Lord Ren? Is he no longer the Supreme Leader? Or are you just calling him that?” Her quiet voice told you that she wasn’t trying to cross any boundaries.

You nodded, “Yes, he isn’t. I am officially Empress of the galaxy. And he has agreed to hand over the reins to me. He much prefers to be in a position of battle and destruction versus a position of ruling and decision making.” You remembered that you would be returning to your throne today.

Adlez’s eyes flickered to yours, “ Empress Empress? So you have control over everything and you are comfortable with it?” She knew something was off, she could sense it like a bloodhound. You still had no idea how you acted when you weren’t in control for those few weeks, but you didn’t know how much they noticed.

“Yes, I am. There have been many changes over the last few weeks, some that I haven’t enjoyed, but necessary nonetheless. I am ruling over the galaxy, as is my right.” You were confident in your words and explanations.

She caught on, “Changes? Does it have anything to do with how strange you’ve been acting?” She didn’t know what exactly was off, but she just knew something was. You weren’t going to give her the whole story.

You admired your looks in the mirror before meeting her eyes. “Yes. I have now changed as my husband did before me. My weak half is gone and now all that remains is the strong Empress Ren.” You knew that she was supposed to help you, supposed to help you build your confidence but you doubted this is exactly what she wanted.

She spoke her words carefully, “I see, and I suppose those changes are between you and him?” She knew some things she would never be told, she had her secrets, and you had yours.

“Correct.” That ended the conversation right there, both of them knowing that you would never share everything with them. Some things needed to be kept secret, and this was another one about your relationship with your husband that you preferred others weren’t privy to.

Once dressed to a T and looking like a proper Empress, you enjoyed a quick breakfast before taking a shuttle back down to Exegol. You had avoided returning to the planet without your faithful guard dog. You entered the hexagon once more and were lowered down into the deep chamber below. Before when you were here it was dark and lightning flashed all around, now it was just dark. You felt as if you were entering an old abandoned lion’s den. Kylo stood next to you, the knights surrounded you, as did Phasma, Pyre, Hux, and your staff.

You all stepped off together once the platform had reached the bottom. You walked along the long imposing hallway to the main chamber. Now you were really taking in all the large statues around you. Ancient Sith Lords. This place used to be a Sith temple, but now only the Sith Eternal still worshiped here. In many ways, the statues seemed to haunt you, but they also felt protective. In the main chamber, you examined the colosseum that the Sith Eternal used when you were crowned Empress. It all seemed rather empty at the moment. The rows of seats are just empty stone. The room seemed like a void but somehow surrounded by the people you trust it seemed homier.

Your group slowed as you all approached the throne. You parted your guard as you floated to it. This time when you sat down you could feel the power that it represented, the power your title held. You were the Empress of the entire galaxy now, there was no hiding, no returning to life before all this. No going back.

Kylo approached you, his helmet discarded to the side as he kneeled before you. You watched as the others followed in his lead. But you beckoned him closer with your finger, not stopping until his head was resting in your lap. You allowed the others to rise, and you dismissed them for a few moments, wanting to be alone with him in this exact moment. The chamber felt both empty and full. The lack of anyone else causes it to feel barren, but his presence made it feel as if the room was filled to the brim.

You slowly petted his hair, and he closed his eyes, “You know, I’ve had a dream like this. A few actually. Where I am the Empress sitting here on my throne, and you are my guard dog, chained up waiting for my order. This is the same except there is no chain.”

His voice was soft as if he wanted no one else to hear it but you, “I don’t need a chain. I have bound myself to you here,” he pointed to his wedding ring, “and here.” He then pointed to your name on his wrist. This caused your heart to flutter.

He was right, there was no need to chain him up like that. He was bound to you for eternity. Neither of you wants to give the other up. You leaned down to kiss him. “I suppose you are right.” He smiled, and a soft chuckle was his reply. He seemed very content where he was, kneeling before you with his head on your lap. A sign of vulnerability, of loyalty, of trust with you. You guided him to stand, where he pulled you up against his chest. Where he gave you one of his famous deep kisses, something your very being screamed for. You were his, and only his.

It took you a few moments to remember that you had come down to the surface of this planet to plan, to make it the new seat to your Empire. You and he walked into the adjoining chamber where everyone was waiting. You made the announcement, “This is where the capital of our Empire will be. We will use this temple and transform it into a palace befitting the greatest Empire in history.” You walked passed all of them to a small courtyard, “And this is where I would like to start a garden, my Eden. The new Hanging Gardens of Babylon.”

Kylo walked up behind you, wrapping himself around you lovingly and protectively. “And so shall whatever the Empress decrees it will be done.” And it felt like time froze, two souls combining to be one, two broken people finally mending each other, so none shall ever split them apart again.

A/N: I just want to thank everyone for being so patient. This work has been my baby for the last few months and I have gotten very attached to it. In many ways I am sad that it is ending, but I am also excited to work on some new things for you all.

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