Star Wars Imagines

Lost Love (Kylo Ren x Reader)

He had it all planned out. The attack on the Jedi Temple would leave no survivors, except for you.

You were going to go with him, start a new life. You had often spoken about running away together. To be free from the shackles of both sides of the Force. But Ben knew in his heart that you would follow him just about anywhere in the galaxy. Even if it was to the First Order.

But when he saw your limp body in the Temple, a part of him died with you. You were his pull to the Light and now it was gone. Every urge he had been resisting to succumb to the Dark was brutally shattered when he realised that you, his anchor, were gone.

Two years later, and Kylo could relive that fateful day as if it had only happened this morning. The pain of your loss was seared into his mind.

But as his training in the First Order progressed, the Commander was as cold as ever and it was all thanks to you. You were his Light in life and in death, you were the Dark. Everything he hated about this galaxy was embodied in your death, by your soul tearing away from his.

Ben loved you. Kylo mourned you. And he hated the thought that he had become the lost man he was today because you weren't there to guide him.

Kylo had stopped feeling your presence in the Force that night in the Temple. The painful reminder that you were truly lost to him.
At least, that's what he had been led to believe. For on the other side of the galaxy, you felt that loss too. It plagued your mind daily to know that Ben left the Light thinking you had been killed in the Temple. It should never have happened like this, but you were caught in the crossfire that night at the Jedi Temple and you were as good as dead when Ben fled.

The two years away from him had given you time to think. Your near-death had been a blessing disguised as heartbreak. Your heart could never lie with the First Order no matter what feelings you might ever have had for Ben Solo.

But it didn't help that news of Kylo Ren and the First Order's exploits circulated the Resistance Base you worked in every few hours. For you, it was a painful reminder that you didn't save the man you loved from himself.

But that was in the past. It had been just over two years since you had seen Ben and he was now well established as the Commander of the First Order. You wondered if Kylo Ren ever thought of you— if he even remembered you.

These were the thoughts that plagued your mind in this moment, as you found yourself a captive of the First Order after your team had botched up a Resistance mission. You had been in the interrogation room with Captain Phasma for almost half an hour now and yet your mind still wondered if, somewhere, Ben Solo would be going about his daily business on this base.

"You could have a thousand of your men and women interrogate me and I wouldn't give you so much as my own name," you spat as Phasma's palm collided with your cheek.
You wanted to wince at the sting but you wouldn't let her see your pain. You couldn't if you were going to get out of here alive.

"Rest assured, you'll feel the pain of a thousand interrogations if you continue playing these games," Phasma began to pace around you and you pulled against your restraints in frustration.

"If by 'games' you're referring to the fact that none of your torture tactics are going to work on me, then we've still got a few rounds left," you scoffed, regretting your sharp tongue the moment the words left your lips. You could've sworn that underneath her helmet, the Captain was scowling.

"All you rebel scum are the same. Spitting out your words faster than your pathetic little minds can filter them. Do you really think we've ever met a Resistance member who didn't crack?"