Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

🌑Preface🌑

                    A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

With the sizzling sound of the lightsaber cutting through Snoke's cancerous and hole-riddled skin, his head dropped from the neck, rolling on the black shiny floor before it eventually stopped, and you were stuck with nothing but your deep breaths as you watched all the dead guards around you.

His robed body following soon after. You bent down and pulled the pendant off of his headless and bloody neck. It was pure gold. Definitely worth a lot. You placed it softly in your satchel and looked around you at the dead bodies, Then, you took a look at the deactivated silver handled saber in your hand before chucking it as far as You could.

You picked up your mask from the ground and placed it softly on your head, the electronic devices inside of it turning on and beginning to beep. A quick grid scattered across your vision, then came a few labels of the identities of the dead bodies. They didn't seem like anybody of importance, rather just pawns in the First Orders game.

You heard the door slide open and you turned to see the infamous Kylo Ren sprinting towards you, activating his lightsaber and swinging it around his wrists. You looked behind you at the lightsaber that you had so carelessly thrown, but it was too far for you to reach.

We're going old school.

You put up your swords just in time for his saber to meet your weapons in an 'X' above your head. You bent backwards as he loomed over you, his mask not looking as menacing as he probably hoped it would. In all honestly, at first you were afraid that his saber would make your blades crumble, but thankfully they didnt.

"I'll slice right through you, Bounty Hunter!" He hollered at you and you scoffed, knowing you'd get away somehow. You always did.

"Doubtful. These boys can cut through anything." You pushed him back with your foot and he stumbled back, just enough for you to swing at him, slicing through his mask. You knew you hit at least some skin because of the soft feel on the tips of your swords. Kylo fell backwards to the ground, balancing himself on his elbows as he groaned. You stared down at him and could see nothing but angry brown eyes.

"This is not over. I will avenge my Master. I'll kill everything and everybody you love and make you watch!" He threatened. You kept staring at him, out of breath. You knew you should probably kill him but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"I don't love anything." You retorted, putting your swords away. "So I suggest finding another way to hurt me, Lieutenant Leather Pants." You nodded your head in his direction and sprinted off, wondering why he didn't follow you. After all, you hit his face, not his legs. You let yourself believe that he was just too cowardly to face you.

And that's where it all began. That's how you had the First Order parade behind you everywhere you go, and that's how you created your very own enemy.

You thought it sounded cool to say that Kylo Ren hated you. After all, Kylo only hated people that make him weak. And knowing that you weakened him softened the blow of having the First Order stalk you.

You had your fathers quick minded skills. You were quick. That's what helped you survive. The ability to pull out a weapon before a body fell to the floor was extraordinary. You'd never met anybody else as quick as yourself.

But you were happy with being the most admired Bounty Hunter in the galaxy. It was a nice title, after all.

Y/N Fett. Galaxy's best Bounty Hunter

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Kylo laid on his side, next to his dead master, defeated by a young adult with blades. He rolled over on his back and took off his helmet, letting himself breathe heavily and observe the two thick slash marks right through the front. He brought his gloves finger up to his face and flinched at the pain, then observed the blood gushing from it before he let his head fall back again.

She looks just like her.

He thought, referring back to a Princesses grave he had observed while visiting Padmé's stone structure on Naboo.

I have to find her.