|Captured| Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter I

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

I did it.

This was your first thought, before what seemed to be an endless flood of others. Breathing heavily, you retracted your foreign weapon from his hole- ridden body, leaving his head to drop and pathetically roll along the slick black floor.

You almost threw up in your helmet. He bled a peculiar color, a brownish-green with white puss and what you assumed to be brain matter. His head was cut off swiftly, just below the jugular. A perfect, straight line. You had graciously granted him a quick and painless death. You had done this many times before, as well, and never once had the sight of a dead body perturbed you as much as it did in this instance. Even the Praetorian guards who lie dead and lame all across the room were a splendid sight in comparison.

You knew you had no time to waste. But you were so caught up in your moment of glory that you almost didn't realize the sound of the throne room's doors opening, and the loud and rigid footsteps of the infamous Jedi Killer.

But quickly you regained yourself. You turned on your heel, hardly afraid of the masked creature. There was no reason to be.

After all, you thought. I've just killed his master

That would take some time to process. Sure, you had swiftly "taken out" warlords, pimps, and even some Moths from the remnants of the Empire, but nothing nearly comparable to the Supreme Leader of the largest military power in the entire galaxy. But now was not the time to ponder over this fact. You would have your time to bask in your own glory. But now was simply not the time.

He wore a mask, but you could clearly feel his burning stare. It felt like he was looking right through you. But there was something about his posture. Something about the way he carried himself. Something about the way he drew his weapon when he lunged to kill you.

He is happy that I did this.

You had no idea why. You couldn't possibly comprehend why he would want his master dead, and you didn't want to. All you knew was that he certainly did. If he hadn't, he could have barged in minutes ago while you had his saber sliced through the Supreme Leader's head.

However, this did not mean he didn't want to kill you.

"Mandalorian scum" he spat, his voice almost shaky with hatred as you began slowly pacing around each other. You kept your eyes locked on him. Watching his every move. You didn't let one slip by. And you knew he did the same to you.

You almost chuckled. The most feared man in the entire galaxy. The infamous Kylo Ren! Scared of you! Ha! You knew you were intimidating, but this was quite the hoot to you.

The insult to your Mandalorian appearance made no difference to you. Your allegiance to the Creed far exceeded any petty insult anybody could procure. Besides, prejudice against droids and people of the Mandalorian Creed was a given throughout the entire galaxy. The difference between you and an R2 unit; however, was that you would kill anybody who had anything to say about you or your armor.

"That lightsaber," Kylo Ren stopped in his steps. His gaze lowered to the weapon held at your waist. You held it so tight that your knuckles were white. You were afraid you would drop it. "That doesn't belong to you. Give it to me."