Welcome to the Unsalvageable universe, where we have all of the Kidnapper!Kylo Ren installments. This includes links to all the fics within the universe and if there are any one-shots for the man himself.
Be warned-this is a dark fic universe. There aren't very happy moments and when they are they come with a price. Read at your own risk.
Window Panes (Part 1)
Broken Pieces (Part 2)
Shattered Glass (Part 3, coming 2022!)
Oneshots:
Violence (Kylo POV, Pre-WP)
Tied Up
Here is the link to my Masterlist, along with my Random Ren Masterlist for more. Feel free to request anything from this horrible character whom I love.
Here is the masterlist for Broken Pieces, which is part Two of the Unsalvageable Collection, please be sure to read Window Panes first. Here is the link to my Mega Masterlist, and my Random Ren Masterlist for more.
TW/CW: NSFW, degrading, not sexy talk degrading, explicit references to previous assault, flashbacks, triggering talk of child abuse (there is none, not once will there be in this fic), betrayal, infidelity, Dateline w Lester Holt, mentions of previous pregnancy, miscarriage mentioned from Window Panes, childbirth, breastfeeding, very apparent Stockholm syndrome still in place, therapy talk, Planned Parenthood, very talkative conscience, the narrator is losing her mind, Tom is Draco from Harry Potter, you’re welcome.
As I said before; this fic is intense and the tags are there because they are NEEDED. if you want to read it-thats on you boo.
A manhunt is underway for convicted murderer, Kylo Ren.
The news comes after the convict was moved to death row after dropping his appeals from his previous six years incarcerated. It’s been said that he has given up on a grand jury's ability to see the truth of his wrongful conviction.
Mr. Ren was scheduled to move from New York to an unnamed prison in the midwest to discourage followers who wanted him released. The prisoner was known to have many admirers after his public trial, and federal prison visitation records show some visited frequently.
All known admirers have been placed under investigation until further notice, the police have decided not to release the names of suspects in fear of tipping off the convict.
His transport van was last sighted in Colorado before a sudden hijacking that was so violent, it sent two armed guards and a driver to local emergency rooms. The victims were attacked by a group of 4 men who crashed into the vehicle on a backroad towards the Utah border. All assailants were dressed head to toe black and wore face masks. It is unknown who they are.
One guard was able to issue a statement to police saying that once Ren was uncuffed he attacked them. Showing off a sizable bite in the man's shoulder, dental records matching the escaped convict.
These five men are still at large, it's been 12 hours since they were last spotted running into the forest along the roadway. These men are assumed to be armed, and extremely violent. Please be safe and report any suspicious activities as the authorities continue the manhunt.
“Jesus,” Tom shook his head, an arm slung over your shoulder. Tugging you into his side before kissing your temple, “Can you fucking believe that? That there’s people out there that want to see that man free? It’s insane.”
You stayed still, unable to formulate a response. Tom hadn’t questioned where Luke was after you lied and told him he was staying at your friend Lily’s house with her son. Even though he was probably being wrapped up in a body bag as the clock ticked. Coiled with the venomous arms of his birth father, you couldn’t imagine the pain and torture he was already subjected to for just being born.
“I remember watching that trial when it happened,” Tom sighed, “I’ve never seen a woman so defeated, the awful things he did to her. I always wanted to write to her, she was pretty but it seemed like she wasn’t going out in public anytime soon.”
He caught your side eying him, quickly blubbering, “This was wayyy before I met you though, I wouldn’t dream of being with someone like that. With all her trauma, I wouldn’t be shocked if she was dead.”
“Hm,” you turned back to the TV, feeling his fingertips mindlessly running patterns along your shoulder. Thinking about how naive he was, not putting two and two together. His ‘son’ looked nothing like him, he knew you were from New York around the same time the trial happened, he knew about your night terrors, medications, therapy sessions, all of it.
But he didn’t seem to connect the dots that you were the ‘poor girl’ of his dreams.
Beside you, your phone began to ring, the screen lighting up with an unknown number as it buzzed. Tom frowned at it, “Who’s that?”
You launched at it before he could take it, cringing a bit when you saw it was a FaceTime. You weren’t ready, weren’t ready to see him, hear him, maybe get a glimpse of scars from your baby fighting back. But he was no match for him, the last time you saw Ren he was huge, towering over everyone else in his black and white jumpsuit from the jails. Scowling at every person who walked past him in the containment booth.
Practically screaming at the top of his lungs when he was found guilty, promising to rip your whore-ass apart, limb from limb until you were nothing but a spinal column to chew on.
“I’ll be right back,” you whispered, pacing out of the living room and up the stairs. Moving to the furthest corner of your house and shutting yourself away. If it was Ren, you didn’t want Tom to hear him. You just needed time, time to think through bargaining with Ren.
To get Luke back.
“Hello?”
The screen was black for a moment and suddenly lit up to the sight of your smiling baby.
“Hi, Mommy!”
His little cheeks lit up with happiness, bouncing in his seat on what looked like a black couch. A beefy arm was draped behind him, but you tried not to focus on it. Luke looked healthy, well-fed, and there were no signs of abuse.
“Luke,” you choked a little, wiping your eyes with the back of your wrist, “Are you okay? Mommy’s been so worried about you, where are you?”
His face scrunched with confusion, eyes flitting off-camera for a brief moment. Nodding to whatever was being fed to him from that black-hearted demon.
“Why are you crying? I’m okay, I had snacks and a nap and I got so many new toys.”
He scampered off-screen, leaving you staring at the muscled arm, yelling from afar, “I got a big stuffed animal! And a new blanket!”
The camera flipped, showing you a well-furnished living room. Almost identical to the one in Ren’s old home from New York. Giving you vivid flashbacks of bleeding out on the same hardwood and fluffed rug. Your attention was pulled back by the sounds of Luke running from whatever room he went in, dragging a gigantic stuffed animal in one arm and a big blanket in the other.
Grinning from ear to ear before standing in front of the flatscreen. Showing you everything he could, explaining to you that his new friend bought them for him special. That he was such a good boy for him, excited to show you everything when you came over.
You swallowed, fighting off an onslaught of tears. Because no, you weren’t coming over, you couldn’t. Not when you could see the owner of the cell phone in the reflection of the plasma. Legs spread wide, holding the camera up to block his face. But you could see enough, his alabaster skin, black t-shirt, jeans, dark hair framing the phone.
He was there, watching you.
Waiting to hear you give in for the most precious being in the universe, how could you say no?
“Our son is trying to show you things, love. Pay attention to him.”
You let out a small gasp, frightened of his voice, whimpering out a pitiful sorry before looking at Luke. He was just as upset, thinking you didn’t want to talk to him. You could see the tears pooling in his eyes, escalating quickly.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you choked, “I’m listening, that's such a pretty red blanket. Is it warm?”
Luke nodded his head silently, bottom lip trembling. When you cried, he cried, creating a vicious cycle that was a perfect recipe for a headache following a beating from Ren.
“Now you’ve gone and upset the boy.”
You watched the reflection shift to standing, flinching at the change of angle on your son, making him appear as nothing more than an insect. “Ren, please, I didn’t mean to make him upset, I’m just so happy about his new things…”
And that sent Luke into a crying fit, letting out a high-pitched scream and collapsing to the floor.
Ren tsked through the speaker, walking towards his pitiful boy, you gasped when his hand shot out. Looping under Luke’s shoulder and hoisting him in the air. Watching in the reflection as his little legs wrapped around his torso and wailed into him.
The camera flipped again, making you burst into tears.
Seeing him again, after years of trying to burn his image from your brain.
Years of psychotherapy, exposure methods, medications that cost you thousands, nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw.
Predatory eyes, like a shark smelling blood in the water. Looking right through you, pink lips that you were abused by countless times, pressing into your son’s luscious dark hair. Cooing in his ear with the voice of your nightmares.
“It’s alright son, Daddy’s here now.”
Lukes face rotated, forcing you to watch him seek comfort in Ren’s neck. Nuzzling the skin like he did with you when he needed comfort.
“And there’s nothing Mommy can do about it.”
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You couldn’t sleep that night, rocking back and forth while Tom snored next to you.
How could he sleep right now?
Did he not realize how upset you were? Luke was gone, his supposed son was gone, on a school night. That was never allowed in the past, unthinkable actually. But Tom was oblivious, cuddling you as always, trying to get you to sleep with him before bed.
Usually, you’d indulge him before the events of the previous day occurred. Sometimes you needed the release too, and the night was a perfect time because you could close your eyes and imagine someone else.
With dark hair, falling on your face.
Spewing horrible names that made you unimaginably turned on, your therapists said that was normal for victims of abuse. To associate the cycle of punishment used during sexual encounters, as a way of coping with it like it was a reward.
Since men like Ren used sex as a ‘reward’.
Even though most of the time it was hell, having to sit back and watch him violate every inch of your mind, body, and soul.
You sighed, slipping Tom’s arms from around your waist. Stepping into your slippers and walking out your door. The halls were silent, wood creaking even louder than before, you’d have to get those fixed, but who were you kidding?
At any moment Ren could fly through the window like a bat to kidnap you again, there was no sense in wasting money on home improvements. When you’d need it to pay a ransom for Luke back, you found yourself standing in his room.
Clutching the edges of your sleep shirt, staring with watery eyes at the black and red sheets he had draped over his bed.
A few toys scattered around, color books, shoes, fuck.
You whipped out your phone, dialing the unknown number faster than you could blink. Chewing your lip nervously, it was 2 AM. There was no way he was awa-
“What is it?”
“Ren,” you stayed firm, “Give me back my son.”
“Hm, tempting, but no.”
You whined, sitting down on his bed so you could just smell the lingering memories of him in the house, “Please, you can’t keep him. The police will find you sooner or later.”
“I don’t think that's possible, love. He’s just where he needs to be, with me. Like he always should have been, instead of raised by that blonde-haired excuse of a man. How dare you (Y/N)? Allow our son, my miracle child, to be raised with a prick like that? Do you have no shame?”
“Tom is not a prick,” you scoffed, mind racing with every bargaining chip you had. “Ren, do you really want Luke to watch you get arrested when the police find you? He’s going to be traumatized-”
“More traumatized than watching his mother cheat on his father?”
“Excuse me?”
Ren huffed, it sounded like he was getting out of bed, “You heard me, for the past six years you’ve been nothing but an unfaithful slut. Having sex with that man, while you were pregnant with my child.”
“You cheated on me first?!”
“That doesn’t mean you can do it back! You’re mine! Always, and now you’ve tainted your body, I’ll have to clean you before I can have my taste. Disgusting woman.”
“Kylo,” you whispered, holding your head in your free hand as you took a deep breath. Allowing your tears to flow freely, “I need Luke, you can’t take him from me. Please don’t take him from me, I won’t survive.”
“Is that a promise?”
You began crying harder, knowing that he wasn’t letting up. He wanted you to suffer, and then he would turn it around and use it on poor Luke.
“Love,” he sighed, “He is fine. Sleeping soundly in his bed, waiting for you to join us.”
“I can’t-I can’t go with you Kylo,” you trembled at the thought. Imagining yourself willingly walking back into his outstretched arms. Even though your lizard brain was screaming for you to give in.
Let the big man take care of you once more, it was so hard being in control all the time. Always on the lookout, terrified that he would be around the corner.
But if you went with him, those fears would be a reality. And there was no question that he was even more bloodthirsty than before. You saw the news story, almost disassembling a human life as he did six years ago.
“I know you miss me.”
You swallowed, trying to make your voice sound strong even though it was breaking apart, “No-I don't.”
“I suggest you start telling the truth and come home willingly. Before I have to come find you myself.”
And he hung up.
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‘My friend, I’m reaching out to you once more. I know you are scared. I am scared for you too. I can’t imagine how you feel every day. I hope you’ve read the letters I’ve sent, it pains me to think about you all alone.’
‘I pray you are safe.’
You swallowed back a sob, rocking on the cement floor in a ball of limbs. Arms tucked over your knees as you tried to breathe. In and out, teeth chattering as you counted down from ten.
The paper crumpled into a ball, dropping to the floor with no more than a small wisp of air. You clenched your eyes shut, breath catching as you heard shoes move closer to your bare feet. Toe to toe with their black leather, shining against the bitter red from your raw skin, bleeding from the repeated hours that you spent scraping the skin away just to be sure you were still alive.
“One of our neighbors received this in their mailbox by mistake,” his voice echoed against the bare walls.
You sniffled, he can’t see you cry. Please, just hold it together, yesterday you resolved to not let him see the weakness anymore. Pretending that you could be strong enough to be worthy of salvation, not damned to rot in the basement.
No food, no water, no love.
Only him.
“It’s a pity that someone would waste their prayers on someone like you.”
His shoes creaked as he crouched in front of you, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Heaving in sharp bursts against your knotted hair plastered to your scalp from blood. A beating you sustained days before, for smacking him when he tried to kiss your mouth. Earning a swift punch that knocked the wind out of your lungs, straight into the concrete wall you sat in front of now, at his mercy once more.
Would it ever end?
Would someone ever find you?
Clearly, someone wanted you back… why else would there be a letter for you?
A thick finger wormed its way into your cocoon of arms, crooking under your trembling chin. Forcing you to look up at your captor, nostrils flared like he smelled blood in the water. Eyes searching your face, fuck. Why did he have to be so beautiful? A tragedy really, that a man like him was so cruel.
A fallen angel, that's what he was.
Cloaked in darkness, surrounded by black drapings against his alabaster skin. Tiny smatterings of beauty marks, kisses from God some would say, all over him. But he would sooner grow horns from his temples and sprout wings, dragging you into the deep abyss of tar he must’ve climbed out of when he was purged from hell.
“Shaking like a shitting dog,” he quirked a brow, inspecting your face for a moment, “Maybe I’ll get you a collar and leash, parade you around like the bitch you are.”
“Please,” you whimpered, like the pitiful puppy he portrayed you as. Kicked so hard by its owner that it cowered in fear of setting them off once more, but with nowhere to run. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, as the old saying goes.
“Please?” he echoed mockingly, “Is that all you can say? Hmm?”
You swallowed back a dry sob, trying to look as small as possible to try and lure him into giving you something. Anything, after a week of being down in this dungeon, “I didn’t…”
“You didn’t?” he raised both brows, clutching your cheeks in his firm grip, “You didn’t, what? Send a letter to someone? About your whereabouts while I wasn’t watching you?”
He shook your face, “What was that? You’re saying someone just magically found out where you were? And sent you a letter?”
“I’m sorry,” you choked.
You were, so very sorry.
It was a long shot at best, he had been sloppy the second morning you were locked down here. Not doing a thorough sweep of the room, you found a piece of paper in a garbage pile. An envelope in fact, with a stamp on it.
So, you scrawled what you could on the scraps, using your blood from your trembling fingers to signal for someone. A close friend, someone who checked on you daily, would look for you. Someone had to be looking for you, it had been too long for your parents to brush it off as a crazy weekend of fun.
“You know I don’t like it when you lie,” he whispered.
You spared another glance at him, wincing at the sharpness of his face. He was pissed, the veins in his neck bulging from the anger coursing through him. You could see another pulsing along his temple, fueling him into a blind rage of unrestricted violence.
He cradled your face in his hands, holding you carefully as you would crack. Shaking his head softly before placing a terrifyingly affectionate kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t hold in your sobs, fear wrecking through you, he was nice like this when he was going to punish you.
Really hurt you, until you thought you had died from it, but he ripped you back across the line every time. Making it so much worse, “Kylo-please.”
His hands slithered around your throat in an instant, slamming the back of your head into the wall behind you. Your skull cracking, even more, brain shaking around like you were in a carnival ride, thrown around and around. Scream deafening over him repeatedly hissing for you to be quiet, that it was hurting him to do this to you.
At some point you blacked out, not remembering the events after the start. You hoped that your brain would never supply those memories to you, living through it once was enough. Waking in a straight jacket-looking contraption, on the floor of the basement.
Squinting at the single lightbulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling, you didn’t try to move your arms or legs. Too groggy for your nervous system to command it anyway, you were content to stare upwards, counting the cracks in the cement, he was a pacer.
That much you knew from the short time of your captivity, he probably ran a pathway through his carpet from how much he walked back and forth. Probably plotting another terrible thing to do to you, so you would break and be his little pet. Putty in his wretched hands, the same hands that felt so delicious when they caressed your cheeks.
Or slid into your hair when he bathed you that one time, you sighed at the memory. Instantly stiffening at the warmth it brought your chest, no. You were not falling for that, you’d seen enough murder documentaries. Stockholm syndrome was not your fate, you were getting out of here.
Going to finish school, and run away from that man.
But, what if you could change him?
Oh, yes.
Your heart liked that plan, very-very much. Thinking of taming the wild animal upstairs, making him your little attack dog, so you could feel protected. Like you did in the moments he held you, cooing in your sweat-laced scalp how good you were, a good little girl.
“Fuck,” you murmured, head falling back on the ground, you were fucked.
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Your heart was beating between your ears, almost like your body had rearranged its organs from the anxiety of your current situation.
Sitting at a red light, Luke’s school was just up the road, you could see it. The cute little sign in the front, other parents pulling in to pick up their kids, the crossing guard waving happily as people pulled in. Eager to reunite with their babies, you drummed your fingers on your steering wheel.
This wasn’t a good idea.
He would be here, he’s probably already been here.
All day, waiting for you to cave and try and sneak a peek at your baby. Knowing that you can’t leave him alone, you couldn’t just leave him to rot with Ren. You had to do something, even if it was just to cry from your car while you watched him walk to his car. You needed to see he was alive, true to Ren’s word.
Which meant little, but a small sliver of you believed that he would keep Luke safe.
You were signaled into the line of cars at the pick-up, dozens of little ones running around on the grass field in front of the school. Squealing and giggling with their friends, dressed in head to toe bright colors, mismatched socks, lunch boxes, fuck. You choked back a sob, where was he?
Frantically scanning the lawn, for just a trace of him.
But you saw nothing, not one child that looked like Luke. No little boys running around with dark hair all messed up from his day of playing, a red backpack hanging limply on skinny shoulders. He refused to let you tighten the straps, he was a big boy, okay? He would grow into it, he promised you.
A familiar set of shoulders came into your view, standing off in the distance, leaning against a tree. You swallowed, taking in his relaxed form as your rage boiled, head to toe burning. Ren was so casual like he wasn’t plastered on the news in all 50 states, with the FBI, CIA, and other government entities looking for him.
Arms crossed against his massive chest, a long-sleeve black shirt hugging him so tightly. Even from afar, you could see how much bigger he was, guess people have to do something in prison right? A pair of black ray-bans perched on his strong nose, a smirk playing at his lips, that son-of-a-bitch. You’d kill him, not a single question about it.
You stormed out of your car, the sound of your door slamming caused Ren’s head to turn to the right, zeroing in. Frozen in place as he surveyed you, you stayed absolutely still. Afraid that this was a dream, a nightmare, and at any moment he would transform into some kind of horrible creature and hunt you down.
But he didn’t move, just continued leaning in the shade.
You cocked your head to the side, what was he playing at?
He was making it too easy, all you had to do was scream and point and he would be arrested. Everyone was on high alert for a suspicious man on the loose, and there he was. Dressed in all black outside an elementary school, with no child in sight!
Wait, no child?
“Luke?” you whispered, whipping towards the drop-off zone. Eyes searching for your baby, you had gotten too distracted by that maniac that you’d forgotten your end game. To snatch Luke from his horrible father and run away, maybe to Alaska.
Everyone disappears in Alaska, there’s like more bears than people.
You walked towards the lawn, feeling Ren’s eyes on you the entire time. Determined to put it behind you, he wouldn’t dare try and attack you here, especially with the chance of Luke seeing him. His new friend, attacking his beloved mommy. Once you stepped on the sidewalk, your alarm bells began to siren once more.
All the other kids from Luke’s class were there, his friend Carson, and James, and Kenzie. All huddled around their teacher, shit yes. You approached his teacher, mouth open to accuse her of letting your son be kidnapped when someone snatched your wrist.
Yanking you back, you spun quickly, hand raised to backhand Ren for his audacity to come up to you-
“(Y/N)?”
Oh.
Lily, your friend, and fellow mom. Was holding your wrist in her feebly small grip, eyes wide with panic as she darted between your angry face and raised palm. With the threat of your attack looming between the two of you, she let go of you. Cradling her hands to her chest before speaking.
“I thought that was you,” her voice shook, “I didn’t mean to startle-I just-you haven’t been returning my calls…”
“Lily,” you let out a sigh of relief, briefly glancing at Ren’s way. Souring when you saw his face pulled in pure delight, “I’m sorry-I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“At our kids’ school?”
She gestured around, all the parents shuffling along, while her own son. Carson, Luke's best friend, runs up to his frightened mom to snuggle into her hip. You watched her stroke his hair, your heart flaring with envy, where was your son? Why wasn’t he in your arms right now, “Sorry-I’ve been busy since I got back.”
She nodded, “Yeah, you were in New York, don’t you remember calling me? You were frantic, asking about Luke and everything and then you just stopped?”
You were about to respond, ready to break down into tears, admitting that you lied about Luke being picked up by a relative. Instead, he was kidnapped by his real father, who happens to be the world’s most wanted man right now.
“Miss (Y/N)?”
Both you and Lily turned, faced now with your kids’ teacher. Smiling at you with a tight-lipped expression, almost shocked to see you there. She cocked a brow at the scene between you and Lily, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here?”
You scrunch your forehead, “Why wouldn’t I be here? This is my sons’ school?”
She still looked confused, gesturing around, “Luke was withdrawn this morning by your boyfriend, Ben? He came in and let me know that the two of you were moving…”
Lily turned to you, “Boyfriend?”
Your mouth snapped shut, looking between the two. Shit-shit-shit-shit, this was not good, Ren took Luke out of school. Extending his parental rights, waltzing inside the building, a public building, without being stopped. Taking Luke right out of his safe place, Lily cleared her throat. Drawing your attention back to her, “You have a new boyfriend? What happened to Tom?”
“Nothing-I don’t,” you panicked, backing away from the two of them staring at you quizzically. This was not good, now they thought you were the dangerous one. Showing up here, getting all sweaty, shit. You really were sweaty, baking in the heat as the sun beat down on the sidewalk.
Lily stepped away from you, nodding softly, “I didn’t know things weren’t working out with Tom.” She looked at the ground, face colored with betrayal, “I guess we aren’t as close as I thought…”
“Wait,” you blurted out, eyes darting towards the movement to your right. Ren was walking from the trees, making a beeline for your car, “It’s nothing, we are still together. There’s no Ben.”
“Then who picked up Luke? He looked just like him, had to be someone you were close to.”
Your car door opened, the siren blaring in the busy parking lot. Everyone turned just in time to catch the door shutting, Ren nowhere to be seen. You held up your keys, shakily pressing the lock key.
Sweat beaded along your hairline, what you said next would be the difference between Ren being arrested, or you being arrested.
“I must’ve forgotten to close my door…” you walked away from the ladies. Staring at you suspiciously, you picked up the pace, waving a hand behind you, “There’s nothing to see here!”
You snatched the drivers’ door open, clambering inside as you held your breath. Chest tight with unshed tears and anger boiling inside, you whipped around to the backseat. Expecting to see Ren’s large frame, but no. There was nothing, not even your purse was moved.
“Fucking-fuck.”
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You sped home, cringing when Tom’s car was in the driveway. Did Lily call him? Would she have told him about your behavior today? He thought Luke was with her…
The TV was on when you came inside, the sound of Tom eating a sandwich dulling the whistles for whatever sport he was watching.
You tried to shut the door as quietly as possible.
“Babe,” Tom yelled, “I got some chicken for dinner, Luke’s favorite. Since we missed him yesterday.”
Silence.
“It’s on the counter,” it sounded like he took a swig from some beer, burping in his arm. You rounded the corner slowly, leaving the safety of the entryway and into the mouth of your living room. Tom was seated on the couch, doing what you imagined, grinning at you with his shimmering teeth.
His face fell when you made eye contact, your bottom lip trembling. This was it, you had to tell him that Luke was gone. And he wasn’t the father, put your heart on your sleeve and tell him that you’ve spent the past six years lying to him.
“What’s wrong?”
You croaked, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, “N-n-nothing.”
Tom set his drink down, brow furrowed with concern. “Why are you crying?” he leaned to the side, looking behind, “Where’s Luke?”
“I-I,” you took a sharp breath, cradling your face in your hands, “T-tom.”
“Did something happen,” he moved off the couch, approaching you with cautious steps, “Is he okay? Why isn’t he-”
Thud.
Creak.
Footsteps were coming from upstairs.
You both flinched at the noise, looking at your ceiling for the culprit. The floor creaked as the weight shifted towards the hallway, right above you. Tom looked back at you, his face now a mixture of fear and suspicion, “What’s upstairs, (Y/N)?”
It’s him.
He’s here.
The steps grew louder, slowly descending your old wooden stairs. A hand was placed on the railing, callused skin scraping against the smooth varnish. You cringed at the sound of nails clawing their way down, how they used to feel on your skin. All those years ago, before digging into you.
“(Y/N).”
You gasped at the sound, eyes now snapped shut as you trembled in Tom’s arms. He was right there, you just knew it. Standing at the landing before the hallway, eyes boring into the back of your skull. You shuddered, mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton at the thought of being so close to him.
I know super good name... this is all the fics that fall under different AU’s but they are all ‘modern’. We got’ Kidnapper Kylo, Rustler Kylo, Knight Kylo, Boyfriend Kylo, College Professor Kylo, High School Kylo!
You name it, and it’s here you lil’ slut.
Chaptered Fics:
The Unsalvageable Collection (Kidnapper Kylo AU! On-going)
Young Love (High School AU! Completed)
Spirit of the West (Rustler Kylo AU!)
what goes up must come down (Modern Kylo AU! Dad Kylo AU!)
Oneshots:
Kylos Collections
Meet Cute
Put on the Skirt
Wine Night!
White Wine Spritzers
Quarantine Plans
Halloween!
Blk Pnk Daydream
Princess Mildew
Smoking Anon
Forgotten 1/2
Costco Quarantine
Christmas Eve
Valentines (Clyde/Charlie/Kylo)
Alone Together
Helping Together
Book Club HC (All the Boys)
High School HC (All the Boys)
Colleges HC (All the Boys)
P*gging (All the Boys)
First Dates (All the Boys)
Secret Besties (Paterson/Kylo)
The Good The Bad and The Ugly
D*ck Piercing
Hot Topic Kink
Violence (Read the TW PLS!)
Possession
Greedy Racoon Game
Haircut
Mistaken Identity (Kylo/Ben)
Love Languages (Matt/Ben/Kylo)
Valentines (Matt/Ben/Kylo)
First Time (Matt/Ben/Kylo)
An Annoying Brother
The Fuck is That?
Father-Son Bonding
Knight Questions
Forbidden
Don’t Shoot!
It’s the Thought that Counts
Wizard Kylo
Anniversary
Make-up Exam
SWAMP (Solo Triplets DARK FIC)
wrap music
Spit in my Mouth! (All the Rens Ask)
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Would you ever do a Kylo(window pane) POV were he talks about his infatuation with y/n? Like how she specifically caught his eye, why he thought he had to kidnap her.
yes-i have thought about doing a Kylo POV, it wouldn’t be apart of the series though since the entirety of WP & BP has been from reader POV.
it would be more of a one shot, would you guys want that??
