Kylo Ren | Reader Inserts

Crossguard III

"Are you trying to win me over?" You asked Kylo as you stood before him, his grip loose on his saber. "Why else would you be willing to train me with that?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you would've done it."

Blinking, you simply nodded. He was right there... "still, you have too much faith in me."

"It isn't faith when you see potential—"

"Now that's a lie. That is totally faith." Looking at Kylo as you had your hands on your hips, he sighed.

"Would you rather continue on with the snark or learn how to use the weapon of a Force user?" Kylo exhaled as you sealed your lips shut. Watching you extend your hand out, Kylo huffed, "that's what I thought."

Feeling the hilt in your palm, you grinned from ear to ear. "Such a messy yet beautiful contraption."

"Attack me."

"Huh?" You lifted your head as Kylo took a step back.

"Attack me."

"...Okay?" Activating the lightsaber, you lunged forward but Kylo was quick to duck. "Well..."

"Try that again."

Sucking in a breath and straightening your back, you tried it again. Except, this time, Kylo caught your wrist. Glaring at each other, you deactivated the saber before twisting your wrist out of his grip, and instantly aiming the fiery blade to his throat.

"Hmm..."

"Bet you didn't see that—" before you could finish, Kylo caught your arm and spun you around, bending you forward before him. "Damn..."

"Don't get cocky."

Your morning went on trying to attack Kylo as Kylo continuously caught your moves. Almost as if he knew them before you planned them.

Hours had passed you by and you grew exhausted. You threw yourself on the ground and held the lightsaber in your grip, refusing to let go.

"Is that it for the day?" You asked as Kylo stared at you with furrowed eyebrows. "Can I go now?"

"So much potential, and for what?" Kylo rambled as you rolled my eyes.

"Listen, I'm the one who took your lightsaber and caught your interest. It isn't my fault I'm no Force user. I get tired!" Trying to catch your breath, you shut your eyes.

"I will admit," Kylo began as he circled you, "you put up a decent fight."

"Thanks..." you breathed. "Can I keep it?"

"Keep what?"

"Your lightsaber—"

"No."

Frowning, you peeped through one eye to see Kylo's eyes locked on you. "Why are you so attached? Just let me keep it for a bit..."

"It's no toy, girl."

Hearing Kylo snarl, you smirked. "Never said it was a toy, I just like it. I think it says a lot about itself and it's owner." Slowly looking up at Kylo—whose face fell straight with a blush—you smiled. "That's what I thought..."