#awakens

Summary: Wynssa has finally found the man she’s been searching more, well, more like he found her. Emperor Kylo Ren has got some secrets up his sleeves too, maybe more than Wynssa would’ve bargained for. 

Words: 2,681

Warnings: Wounds, 18+ language, smut is referenced 

Author’s Note: Hi, hello, again! If you’re still reading, it really means the world to me! I have some big things planned for this book so it’s worth sticking around! 

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Part III - What Does That Make You?

Wynssa’s boots were sinking slightly in the mud that covered the ground as she looked up at the sky, rain drops clicking against her helmet as she saw the First Order ships landing in the set of trees not too far from where the ship was parked. 

Wynssa felt the overloading pressure of the dark side weighing on her shoulders as she headed over to the First Order ships, careful of every step she took. Once she made it to the treeline, she made sure to use the trees to her advantage, using them as a sort of camouflage, clutching the staff of her lightsaber tightly in her gloved hand. 

She stopped when she began to hear the drone of Stormtroopers, closing her eyes as she focused her power of the Force, using her senses to tell her roughly how many life forces she could feel. 

Then, it happened in a flash. Her eyes snapped open, but it was too late. Wynssa’s body hit the ground hard, causing her lightsaber to go flying from her hand. 

She grunted before quickly getting back on her feet, gaining her balance. He was there. Emperor Kylo Ren was here. Right in front of her. She felt suffocated by the darkness that surrounded her. 

“You haven’t been an easy person to find.” His voice was deep. Almost intimidating. 

Wynssa looked at the tall, brooding man in front of her, his lightsaber in his hand. His face was covered by the memorable mask, the red cracks illuminated by the moon and rain that plastered it. 

“You were looking for me?” She asked, keeping a mental note of where her lightsaber was behind her. 

“Yes. For some time, now.” Kylo said. Even with the helmet on, she could feel his piercing gaze burning through her suit. 

“I guess we both got what we wanted.” Wynssa replied, careful to be aware of her surroundings, she was extremely outnumbered, one misstep and she’d be dead. 

“I really do hope you don’t believe that you can take me on.” He sounded bored, like it was an inconvenience for him to be standing in front of her. 

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.” She reached her hand back, causing her lightsaber to come flying back into her hand. 

He watched each of her movements carefully, “You’re strong with the Force. I could teach you. I sense your fear, your anger towards me, your confusion, your determination. Your powers are scattered, untrained, unpunished. We both know the Resistance is dead. You are much better off joining the First Order, people who will put your gifts to great use.” 

Wynssa felt the familiar anger build up under her skin, causing her face to blush under her mask. Thankfully, he couldn’t see it. “You killed them. You killed them all. You have no idea how much I would love to detach your head from your body, Ren.” She snapped.

“That’s Emperor Kylo Ren, to you.” he corrected. “I am your ruler, now. There is no one to stop me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Wynssa said, her yellow bladed saber springing to life. 

Kylo let out a sigh, “Your talents could be put to good use,” His red lightsaber screamed to life, “But it seems you will never leave this planet again.” 

Kylo Ren made the first move. He was quick on his feet lunging at her, swiping his lightsaber across her body. She was just quick enough to simply step to the side, causing Kylo to completely overshoot, making him stumble slightly before he gained his footing back. He was seething already, he whipped around to face Wynssa, who was carefully reading his body language, “You say you can train me when you don’t even know how to properly stand for a fight.” Wynssa let out a distorted laugh by the grace of the modulator in her mask, “You talk about my anger, but I can feel it coming off in waves from you, Ren. You’re not much more than a scared child in a mask.” 

“Then what does that make you?” Kylo snapped, twirling his lightsaber in his hand, the red blade glowing brightly against the rain that was now pouring. 

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” Wynssa shrugged slightly, before raising her duel lightsaber in a defense position, urging him to try again. 

Kylo took the bait. He lunged again, more grace this time rather than just a feral swipe. Wynssa blocked his hit with her own saber, causing a loud crackling sound to be heard. Wynssa shoved him back, causing him to go off balance for a moment before making her own move. She twirled her saber in her hand before using the lower half of her saber to cut at his legs, which he easily blocked. Wynsa was quick to kick him square in the chest, causing him to go flying backwards, but he caught himself, using the Force. Wynssa charged at him, swinging both blades of her lightsaber at him, using grace and poise while Kylo lashed and blocked with anger and rage. Wynssa was wearing him down, just as Master Skywalker had taught her. Patience was always victorious when it came to dealing with the dark side of the Force. The odd thing was, there was something...almost familiar about this fight. Almost like… she’s done this before. 

In the second of her distraction, Kylo Ren used the Force to push her back. Her back hit a tree, causing her to fall onto her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath, as it was knocked clear from her body. Kylo Ren made his next moves quickly. Before she could even react, her lightsaber went flying from her hand to his. Just as she was about to reach for her blaster, it went flying from her hand to some distant place to her right. Just as she looked up to see him, he was right in front of her, his huge body looming over her. Wynssa had to play dirty if she was going to get out of this alive. Wynssa reared her fist back in a flash and was about to punch Kylo in the crotch, but he quickly grabbed her wrist with his hand, his gloved hand gripping tightly onto her. Her other hand was quickly bound by the Force. He pulled her up so she was standing, their masks not far from one another. She looked at him, peering into the dark sockets where eyes should have been. Wynssa couldn’t move, she was frozen as she tried to counteract him, but he caught her when she was vulnerable. 

“Playing dirty, now, huh?” He asked, his voice low, she could hear the rumbling of his chest.

“Would you suggest any other way?” Wynssa smirked slightly under her mask before channeling a portion of the Force she only used in dire situations. Her hand was finally able to move as she snatched her lightsaber from his hand before he went flying backwards, hitting the mud, dirtying the heavy robes. 

Wynssa turned her saber back on, the yellow light reflecting on her suit and helmet. She was not about to let up now. 

She charged at him, ready to take the final strike. Kylo was quick to ignite his saber, blocking her attempt on his life. Crackling and sparks threw from the clashing lightsabers. Wynssa grunted as she attempted to force her lightsaber down onto Kylo who was trying to stand back up, his saber over his head, blocking her attack. She had him, this was it. She could finally end the First Order. 

His next move was so quick, she couldn’t have seen it in a million years. He used his power to bring her blaster into his own hand, shooting Wynssa in the abdomen without a moment’s hesitation. 

She screamed in pain, dropping her lightsaber, the blade dying out, gripping her abdomen. Kylo had no intentions of letting her live. He shifted on his legs, using both of his legs to kick her back. Wynssa’s body hit the ground, hard. So hard, in fact, that the suppressing locks on her helmet snapped off, the metal face shield hitting the ground, getting covered in mud and loose grass. 

Wynssa fought through the pain and sat up, grunting in agony. Her vision was blurry as she looked at the quickly approaching man with her own two eyes, rain drenching her dark hair and skin. 

Just as she could hear the screech of the lightsaber tearing up to put an end to her life, she flinched, squeezing her eyes shut. 

But that final breath never came.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up slowly, still holding the spot on her abdomen. 

Kylo Ren stood there, his weapon crackling in the air. He didn’t move. It was a few moments before the blade died out, leaving them in darkness, rain covering their bodies. 

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it.” Wynssa gasped out, feeling dizzier by the second. 

Kylo Ren didn’t say anything. He clipped his saber to his belt, kneeling in front of her. Wynssa looked at him, her dark skin shining in the moonlight. She could hardly see the expressionless mask at this point. This was it...she was really going to die...right here on this god forsaken planet. 

“You’re not going to die.” Kylo’s voice was low and almost calming. Not that it was going to matter for much longer anyway. 

“People happen to die when you shoot them…” She wheezed out. “Get away from me.” She tried pulling away when he reached for her. 

“Stop. Or you will die.” He snapped, his voice harsh. 

Wynssa didn’t really have the strength to fight him off anymore, so she simply allowed him to hold her in his arms, like a mother would hold a sickly child. 

“You’re not going to die on me, Winnie…” was the last thing Wynssa heard before drifting off into darkness. 

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Kylo kneeled in front Wynssa, containing his composure as he surveyed the damage he had done out of pure rage.

“You’re not going to die.” He said truthfully, reading her thoughts clearly, studying the face of a woman he had met many, many years ago. 

He never thought he’d see her again. His Wynssa… his Winnie. No, no, she was Ben’s Winnie. She didn’t belong to anyone named “Kylo Ren.” That didn’t cease the grief in his cold heart. After so long...he had thought she was dead. 

“Get away from me.” Her voice was cold, full of hate. It hit him like a Stardestroyer to hear that. 

“Stop. Or you will die.” He said, his tone harsh, but there was no other way she would listen to him. Kylo wrapped his arms around her, cradling her in his arms which were now soaked from the rain. He could feel her life force quickly fading. 

“You’re not going to die on me, Winne.” He huffed shakily. Right after those words left his mouth, she went limp in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, for the first time in years. 

“Winnie? Winnie!” He gasped out, using one of his hands to rip down the hood of his robe, quickly unlatching the hooks of his own mask, tossing it to the side, next to hers. “For stars sake, Winnie, please don’t die on me.” Worry seeped into his veins like poison, threatening to shut down his body as well. 

‘Focus. You’re going to save her. Breathe. Think.’

A voice in the back of his mind became the voice of reason as his next move was nearly instinctive almost like nature, like he had done it one thousand times beforehand. He placed his hand on her wound, closing his eyes, letting the thick rain pelt his face as he focused his life source on healing Wynssa who was still limp in his arms. He sighed out softly as he let himself heal her, feeling her life force become stronger and stronger. 

He opened his eyes as he felt her move in his arms, hearing her groan slightly. He removed his hand, seeing the blast wound was completely gone. Thankfully, she was still unconscious...this was not the way he wanted to meet her again. He wasn’t ready to...speak to her again. Not so soon. Well -- it’s been six-ish years. But he had thought she was dead, never in his life did he think he’d be face to face with the one person he never wanted to hurt in his entire life. Now here she was...laying in his arms, soaked from the rain and a hole in her suit from the blaster shot. Thankfully, the wound was healed...but he couldn’t imagine that his powers could heal the mental wound she would have the second she found out what had happened or who he was. 

Kylo couldn’t stop himself as he reached up, pushing a piece of Wynssa’s hair from her perfect dark hued skin. His eyes studied her face, taking in each and every detail, his leather gloved thumb gently stroking her drenched cheek. He shifted his body so he shielded her a little bit better from the pouring rain. 

“Oh, Winnie…” he sighed, feeling guilt build up in his soul. 

He had to get going before his Stormtroopers came looking for him and they eventually found Wynssa. He grunted as he stood up, Wynssa still tightly held in his arms. Kylo headed into the cover of a few trees that was mostly shielding the rain. He gently set her down, careful not to hit any of her body parts too hard against the damp ground or the small clump of trees that surrounded the small space. 

He looked at her again, sighing as he walked over to the spot he had thrown his helmet. He picked it up, wiping some of the mud off before placing it over his head, the locks clicking into place. 

Kylo saw the staff of Wynssa’s lightsaber in the corner of his eye, causing him to turn in that direction. In a few short strides and a graceful swoop, the now muddy lightsaber in his large leather covered hands. 

A few moments passed before he clicked the lightsaber onto the other side of his belt, deciding on taking it with him. Maybe he wasn’t ready to talk to her now, but he would be later when she came back for her lightsaber. According to the Jedi, their lightsabers were more than a weapon to them, it was their lifeline. There was no way she wouldn’t return for it.

And when she did...he’d be ready to see her again. 

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Rain was pouring on the outside of her hut as Wynssa’s naked body cuddled closer to Ben’s naked sweat laden body.

“I hate storms.” She muttered softly. 

“I know.” Ben said simply, pushing her hair from her face. 

“I wish there was no thunder and lightning. Rain isn’t so bad.” 

“Rain would get pretty boring if it wasn’t mixed in with storms.” Ben pointed out. 

Wynssa chuckled, “I suppose.” She rolled onto her stomach, looking down at him, “If I died, would you be sad?” She asked suddenly.

Ben looked up at her, his puppy dog eyes activated. “Would I be sad? What kind of question is that?” He laughed a little. 

“It’s a genuine question, Solo. Now answer it.” 

Ben sat up slightly, grunting as he looked at her, “Yes. I would.” 

“That’s it?” Wynssa asked, unimpressed. “You would just be sad? Nothing else?” 

“No, Wynssa, I’d be devastated. If you died, the world would blur. I wouldn’t even know what a tree was.” He said honestly, looking at her. 

Wynssa felt her heart almost turn to mush at the response. “I am so in love with you, Ben Solo.” 

“And I am so in love with you, Wynssa Habea.” He finally sealed the conversation by taking her face in his large hands, kissing her deeply and passionately. 

How in the hell did she get so lucky? 

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