The Beast Within, Part 1: Kylo Ren x Reader
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A/N: This is based on Beauty and the Beast, more than Star Wars. Itâs probably going to be a series and will include smut.Â
FYI= Thereâs probably going to be smut in the next chapter.Â
âYour father has been takenâ
âWhat do you mean heâs been taken?! By who and what for?â You scream at the man in your doorway, heart racing at the news youâve just been given.
The man sighs loudly before replying âYour father owes a significant debt to the government which he is refusing to pay back so, because of this, he was taken by our guards and forced to be a slave, simply put. I believe he has received placement in the estate just outside of this village by the Commander who lives thereâ
A tear falls down your face, dreading the fate of your father as you know that there is no way the debt can be paid- you donât have nearly enough money to set him free. Looking up at the man again, you ask with urgency âIs there any other way the debt can be paid? There has to be something else that this Commander could want!â
The man sighs again, dismissing you as he walks away knowing he isnât getting anywhere- heâs done his job now, thereâs no point in staying any longer. You shout curses at him through the flood of tears streaming down your face and slam the door shut, falling against it letting out a sob. What I am going to do, you think. The only money you would be able to scrape up at the moment would get you nowhere near close to paying anything, and something awful could happen if you take too long. Thereâs only one thing you can do - you need to see this Commander and get your father back⊠no matter the cost.
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Outside the doors of the castle belonging to this mysterious commander, you gaze around finding it peculiar that there are no guards and to be honest, no forms of actual life. The gates you had just passed were rusted with the tinge of time, groaning when you had opened them, seemingly like they hadnât been moved in years. In front of the castle, the what looks like garden is lifeless and holds no beauty, just hollowness and sadness. The building itself looks dark and unloved, vines and cracks seeping through everywhere - does anyone even live here? That man must be joking, as if a Commander would live here. Nevertheless, you still decide to go towards the doors, ready with your fatherâs old lightsaber primed to ignite in your small, fragile hands should the need arise.
You donât bother to knock, not wanting to make yourself aware to those inside (if there are any) and push open the doors. These doors also groan open, into a vast and cold hall, lit by a few dim lamps hanging from the wall. This is⊠very odd. You enter the room, clutching your lightsaber closer in front of you, edging towards the stairs at the far opposite side. However, youâre stopped when you faintly hear two voices coming from the corner, next to the fireplace. You look over quickly, searching in the desolate light, but you see no figures or shadows. You call out âWhoâs there?â No one answers and nothing moves. Uh, must just be my imagination⊠or my fear.
When you reach the staircase, bravery seems to build in you a little as you find the courage to shout out âFather! Hello!â It echoes around, travelling throughout the castle, yet you receive no answer. That is until you hear a small bang. Then another. Is that him? You donât think, running up the stairs and following the continuous bangs throughout vast corridors. These lead you to a set of double doors and you open them immediately, a burst of cold stale air rushing your senses. Cells. This room is a prison.
Desperately, you shout once more âFather! Are you in here?â and here faintly in return âY/N? Is that you?â
Letting out a cry of joy, you run forward, searching each cell until you find your father, on his knees leaning against the bars of his confinement. When he looks up, his face is sunken, tired and weak, and it brakes your heart seeing him so ill. âFather!â You cry, reaching your hands through the bars and grabbing his cold hands â,What happened to you?â
âIt doesnât matter y/n, leave this place now. Iâll be fineâ
Your confusion and shock must be clear on your face as your father continues quickly saying âHeâll hurt you and lock you up as well. Iâd rather stay in here and rot than see you meet the same fate I willâ
âFather, I donât understand! Whoâs he?!â
âY/N please, it doesnât matter! Just go, nâŠâ
Before he could finish, a loud bang echoes throughout the room and you look up, seeing a large figure standing in the now-closed doorway. Immediately, you jump up, lightsaber aimed at your side but itâs quickly snatched from your hands and into those of the dark figure. You cower back then, standing in front of your fatherâs cell, when a deep voice, cold yet smooth, speaks from the shadow.
âWho are you, little female?â the voice asks, surprising softly, as the figure moves down the steps, still in the darkness
âIt doesnât matter, just let my father go!â I shout back, tears building uncontrolled in the corner of my eyes.
The voice closer now, whispers âWhy should I? What would I achieve from letting him free?â
âMe. If you let him free, youâll gain me as your new slave, instead of him!â
Behind you, your father shouts out immediately, clutching onto your arm. âDonât do this y/n, Iâve lived my life and I can stay here until it ends!â However, you ignore him even though it so painfully tugs at your heart and stand, stepping in front of the man.
âStep into the light. If I am to be your slave, I at least want to discuss our agreement looking at the man Iâll be stuck with for the rest of my lifeâ
âVery wellâ the voice replies, a foot stepping into the light first, followed by a body, your gaze following until you meet deep brown eyes, blurred by your tears. He isnât what you expected at all. Black long hair shapes his pale face, marred with a scratch set deep into his right cheek. His nose is long, and his lips pink and full. Heâs actually quite⊠handsome.
âIf you let my father go, I promise to you, Iâll do anything you say. Iâll even⊠allow you to-to take⊠my innocenceâ
âDealâ
You fall to your knees, your body reacting to the burden which has now been placed on you, and behind you, another gush of wind blows past your hair as the cell is opened and your father dragged out. âY/N please donât do this, pleaseâ He cries, desperately trying to grab you as he passes, however, he loses grip and the man drags him away from the room before you even get to say goodbye.
Youâre left in the cold as the only one you love is taken away, never to be seen again as youâll be locked up here for the rest of time. At that, you let out another sob, crumpling to the floor and letting your tears run freely. Youâve lost everything.
Minutes pass, maybe even hours, alone and distraught in that room. Itâs only when a warm hand lands on your side that you jump up and frantically scramble back against the wall. When you look up, your eyes once again meet the mans and in them you actually see sympathy.
âYou need not cower or cry, little female. Iâm not going to hurt youâ He says softly, moving forward again. However, you push yourself back more and look at the ground.
âYouâve already hurt me. You didnât even let me say goodbye and I never going to see him again!â You shout, looking back up into his face through the haze of tears. He sighs in reply, before simply saying âComeâ and turns around, his black cloak billowing behind him and you hesitantly follow as he leaves the room. He leads you through many corridors, past haunting statues and dark hallways. You hold your arms, rubbing them in hopes of bringing them warmth and a bit of life, however, itâs futile when the cold continues to seep through your bones. The man looks at you, noticing your discomfort and speaks softly saying âThis is your home now, I want you to be comfortable. You can go anywhere you want except for the west wingâ
âWhy, whatâs in the West Wing?â
âNothing! Itâs just forbidden!â He shouts suddenly, his voice booming around the castle as his whole body tenses. After a beat, he calms and continues to walk on, you doing the same.
Eventually, you arrive at a doorway and he opens it, indicating for you to go in. When you enter, the smell of dust is overwhelming and layers of the thing seem to be on everything.
âMy servants will be with you shortly to clean and make this room fit for you. After that, Iâll ask them to make you some food, set you a bath⊠then Iâll return tonight for what Iâm now dueâ After he finishes, he quickly turns and begins to walk away but you stop him quickly. âWait!â
He stops, and glances back âYes?â
âCan I at least know your name?â
âKylo. You can call me Kyloâ
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Guys, stay tuned for the next chapter because some of your favourite characters from the First Order are going be âobjectifiedâ (yes, I know thatâs a crap joke but me a 2am makes crap jokes) Part 2 is now up guys!
