In the morning, you felt him urging you back to the med bay. He didn't feel as angry or as volatile as he had before. Something had settled inside him. However, he was an itch that couldn't be scratched, a fly that couldn't be caught.
You put all your irritation into one thought, 'Fine.'
Your cell in C Hall was unlocked and had been all night. The officers working at security tried not to appear as though they were watching you, but they were watching as you strode around the hub and off to the med bay.
He was where you had left him last night. His hair had been braided back from his face. The jagged cut on his cheek was smeared with a green gel. The shoulder and arm injuries were now pink scars. The one on his torso was invisible under a fresh bandage.
You didn't bother to greet him or smile at him or ask how he was doing. You went to the most pertinent question:
"Who did this to you?"
He pointed at his face. "A scavenger." His fingers swooped to his opposite arm. "A traitor." His hand came to rest on the torso bandage. "A... A wookiee."
"There's something wrong with your leg, too." You could feel that injury pulse like it was your leg. You answered for him, "The scavenger."
He nodded. "The scavenger is strong. She's..."
You didn't need him to finish the sentence. She was strong, and anger had fueled her attack. He had done something to provoke her, and she had retaliated. He had been a fool to think some fancy sword waving would intimidate her.
You were strangely proud of this scavenger.
Ren scooted over in the bed to give you space to sit at his hip. You took the invitation and hopped up onto the mattress. He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. You didn't know what he was doing exactly, but you didn't pull away.
'Han,' he started and amended his thought. 'The man I killed last night. He said something to me--something I already knew.'
You nodded to let him continue.
'Snoke will finish my training, but--' Ren sighed out loud. 'Ultimately, he will be the death of me.'
You frowned. Tekka had told you that the bond between master and padawan was good. As the bond got stronger, the knowledge shared with the padawan increased. The connection in the bond was like family. It was supposed to be a comfort, a protection. You didn't know how the dark side worked, but you had to assume it was similar.
'There's a group of us,' Ren went on. You saw them all together--a rare occurrence. They were dressed in black armor and deadly. They were all at least Force-sensitive, if not full-blown users. They all had weapons any bounty hunter would envy. They all had a ruthlessness that any Sith would admire. In a word, they were terrifying.
'They're not loyal to Snoke,' Ren assured you. 'They're loyal to me.'
They were the Knights of Ren.
You didn't know if they got their title from Kylo Ren or if Ren was a name they all adopted. Hell, you didn't know why he was telling you this in the first place.
You felt his thumb tracing a path over your skin and you had a thought. 'You want me to join them.'
'I want you to travel with them. You need to stay away from Snoke.'
'Why?'
'I can't tell you because if I tell you, it's in my head. I can't even plan it because he'll be able to see it.'
'You're going to--'
Ren reached up with his free hand to put a finger to your lips to stop the thought. If he heard it, Snoke could pick it out of his mind. You didn't know how he would shield your presence from Snoke, but maybe he would put all his concentration on that and let the rest be seen. He could give away a lot to keep the most precious to himself.
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Pet | Kylo Ren x Reader | Precious Pet Series | Book 1
FanfictionYou are the ward of Lor San Tekka. Everything is going just great until Poe Dameron visits one night. Relevant tags: Inappropriate Use of the Force, Stockholm Syndrome, Force-Sensitive Reader, Morally Ambiguous Reader, Slow-ish Burn, Departing From...