Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

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For the next few days, Marcus, along with other prisoners, would feed you a a portion of what they received from the Stormtroopers. You fancied Marcus, though you didn't allow yourself to get attached because you knew you'd find some way to escape eventually. It all depended on the timing, and your escape plan.

Though that was the least of your priorities. You had again, gone a long stretch without seeing or hearing from Kylo. Not that you missed him, but he was your only excuse to get out of what Marcus called 'the cage'

Above all, you missed working. To go from a life of assassinating and burglary to a life of dehydration and long cold nights with nothing to do was a big change. You didn't mind the cell, although it got quite cramped after a week of no human contact. You almost missed your fights with Kylo!

So, when he did come to 'visit' it was less of a fight and more of another interrogation to find out who had hired you to kill Snoke. You had sworn yourself to secrecy, and whenever you were alone you made sure you took everything in with retrospect.

"Fett. Have you come to your senses?" Kylo's voice said, startling you awake as you looked over to see him leaning against the bars, not facing you. He looked to the side to see you but he didn't make eye-contact.

"I'm not going to tell you." You said, slightly annoyed since he had interrupted your only full night of sleep since you had been taken captive.

"Then you should get used to your headaches. I won't stop until I have what I want." He turned to meet you, as you had gotten up and out of your scratch bed to walk to him, arms crossed

"And what about after that?". You clung onto the bars and stared up at him. " what are you planning to do after?"

"After I have what I need you'll be of no importance to me. I won't have to see you anymore." He said, meeting your eyes.

You ignored his comment in the realization of his feelings. You couldn't place a finger on it, but you could tell by his face alone that he was terrified. Like he wanted to be rid of you so bad, but he didn't want you to leave. Not that you could anyway.
"You're afraid." Immediately after saying this, his lips parted as if he was in relief. "I can see it."

"You see nothing." He replied suavely, as if he already knew you were going to say that.

"I do. I see it. I can't tell you what it is but I know you're afraid of something" you narrowed your eyes at him, studying the worry in his face. After a lifetime alone, you had an aptitude of reading facial expressions. Especially eyes, you thought they were the most important features of the human face. And his screamed for help. He didn't reply, just looked down at you, vulnerably. He knew you were right, but he didn't care want to admit it. "But you don't care. You think that it fuels you!"
He looked back up at you like you were his mother and he had just got caught. "Pain. You take it and you make it into power. Don't you."

"Pain is my influence. My drive." He replied suavely, looking around your cell for no particular reason. "But I am not afraid of anything."

"You're afraid of yourself, then. You're afraid of your own weaknesses. What is it?" You clung on a bit tighter to the bars and leaned in, watching him contemplate giving you a reply.

"That's not your place to know."

"Is it your family?" You asked in a hushed tone. You thought it would made him angry, but he just stared down. His lips swelled as if he were trying to say something, but no words came out. For a few moments you felt for him. Those few moments that you shared the same emotion.

Longing.

You, longing for a family or somebody to stay with you and not abandon you. And Kylo, longing for the same.

The feeling made your heart pump so hard that you were afraid he might hear it. You stared down at him in realization; that you were so alike in so many ways.

"Is that it? You. The Lost Prince." You half expected him to jump up and compel you to the wall with some kind of force power. Half of you wanted to take a step back just in case, and the other half screamed at you to stay near him. You couldn't make your feet walk away, but your palms had ideas of their own. You reached out, for a reason you couldn't explain, and touched his shoulder in a friendly embrace.

If you could call it that, anyway. You were so prettified with fear of what he might do to you that you barley even touched his shoulder. Instead, you let your fingers brush along his black cloak. A rush of an unknown feeling flooded your whole body. You knew he felt it too, because he looked up at you with the softest eyes you thought you'd ever seen.

"Are you afraid of that?" You asked in an almost whispered tone. You couldn't believe you were even speaking to him so civilly. You were supposed to be enemies. You knew the feelings that you got from touching him were feelings you didn't mean to feel. You didn't want them.

"Yes." Kylo replied in the same whisper. "Horrified" but he wouldn't move or remove your hand. His hands tightened around the bars he was clenching on to and you let your hand slip down his arm and to his wrists. You didn't know why, but for some reason you couldn't help yourself.

You brushed over his fingers and your hand crept back into your cell, but he snapped the edges of your fingernails and brought them back to his hands. You looked up at him with half parted lips, and he just raised his eyebrows and pouted

"Please"

You. Couldn't. Believe it. Just minutes earlier he was boasting about how he could obtain whatever he wanted from you! That you were just a pawn in his game and after he got what he wanted he would have you killed. And now, all because of a simple touch, he was pleading for you to show him some kind of human emotion that you supposed he never got. Your fingers tried their best to wrap around his even though his hands were ten times the size of yours.

You couldn't lie though, you wanted to feel his skin and not just the cold leather glove. Kylo's fingers took yours gratefully and then let them rest on the cold, rusted metal. You thought back to the last time you remember holding somebody's hand. It was your mother, leading you to the Sarlacc to see your deceased father.

With the thought you trembled, and the similarity in the feelings was too much for you to bear. You wanted to forget your mother. You pulled your fingers back to yourself, cupping it with your other hand. You looked up at Kylo and he just stood there, his hand still out like he never wanted it to end.

Then he, too, pulled his hand back to himself and regained his professional self.

"It was a mistake. I won't let it happen again"