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SkyStar54 — Siren's Call (Kylo Ren x Siren!Reader)
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Published: 2016-04-10 05:56:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 18544; Favourites: 170; Downloads: 0
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Another one shot! Enjoy!NOTE: Takes place before the events of "The Force Awakens". Also includes the Knights of Ren.
(h/c)-hair color
(e/c)-eye color
(y/n)-your name
Star Wars (c) LucasFilm
You (c) yourself
Angel's Song (c) Disney
General Hux blinked at the woman before him. The woman danced elegantly around in her cell, giggling and prancing about. The other prisoners weren't doing the same. They were just staring at her, awing at the way she was moving her body, lighting up her face with a smile.
The woman had gracious (h/c) hair, with twinkling (e/c) eyes. She was wearing some sort of long dress, shimmering black, along with long sleeves gloves, matching to the outfit. Around her neck laid a necklace with a pendant of a gem.
She leaned forward, glancing up at the general. "Why, hello there, general," she giggled. "Have you come down to set me free?"
"Commander Ren has asked for your acquaintance in the conference center," Hux said, his eyes gazing at the pendant. He knew dare not to look into the woman's eyes. He was sure he wasn't going to be fooled by them but it was better safe than sorry.
"Finally," the woman purred. "I'm desperate to meet the man who pulled me out from that horrible place. To be honest though, does he still think I'm the cause of his men to get injured all because I wanted to get out of that rotten cell? (Only for me to get into a new one). I wanted someone new to talk to. I get very lonely down there. Not to mention, the dreaded idiots who thought they could have their way with me...least I made them pay with their lives..."
"You've caused great damage to Commander Ren's right hand man," Hux snapped. "The others have suffered minor injuries. If it weren't for that sultry song of yours, he would of been fine. For that, you'll have to answer to Ren."
"Oh, he's all right!" the woman said, lifting her hand up and waving it off. "It was just a little blaster wound. A tiny burn. Nothing big. How was I suppose to know the guard was going to come back? I just wanted to get out..."
"You're going to have to tell that to him, Syren," Hux hissed as he unlocked the door to the woman's cell. The woman eyed Hux adoringly, titling her head with a smile.
Hux grasped onto her arm, still not daring to look into her eyes. He turned to the Stormtrooper standing aside him, waiting for the command.
"Make sure she doesn't try anything stupid," Hux ordered. "And if you must...harm her but don't overdo it. Ren wishes for her to be alive."
"Yes, sir," the Stormtrooper said. He titled his head down and clutched onto the woman's arm from Hux. He led her out of the prison room and pass a couple of corridors. The woman smiled and hummed happily as she hopped on her feet, eager to meet her "rescuers". The trooper heeded his advice as from before: do not dare look into her eyes. But the number one rule: don't listen to her words.
"I'd say we kill her," a Knight said. The Knights of Ren were all circled around together, chatting with one another upon their encounter with the woman. They were scouting ahead, searching for the tombs of a once library containing notes of the Jedi, hoping to find secrets of power to use for their quests...when a Knight had heard the coo of a woman singing.
He separated himself from the group and toured over to another part of the library. He found a woman sitting down on a bench, in a cell, singing a soft song.
She had her eyes closed and waving her hands about, aimlessly waving her head around. She sensed she was not alone as she opened her eyes to see the Knight staring at her. The woman grinned and sung louder, her melody tuning to the Knight's ear.
The Knight froze in place. He never heard such a beautiful sound in his life. The way her lips moved, connecting to the note of each letter, forming into words and strung together like a harp playing out...he loved it. He wanted more.
He desired to hear the music to repeat in his ears, the haunting lyrics looping:
"Acoota
chi-meeto
igatta
no mootah
nagga to
nala
itume
tidooka"
Translation: "...Heed me, you are in my power. Henceforth, nothing shall be too cruel or too abominable for you. You cannot escape..."
And how she was sitting there, smiling at him, beckoning to be with her. All dressed in glimmering black, with that (h/c), curly and flowing, her ruby red lips pouting, her diamond (e/c) eyes glinting and her body arched forward, black sleeved gloves touching the skin of her exposed shoulders...a masterpiece.
He wanted her.
He prepared to lurch at the cell, slash it open and grab onto her...when a plunderer yelped, warning his buddies about the Knight reaching for his woman. The plunderer pulled out his blaster and blasted away at the Knight's lurking hand.
The Knight roared as he felt the blast seared his arm. He grasped onto it tightly. The woman gasped and leaned toward the cell door, attempting to examine the wound.
The plunderers yelled and pointed their blasters at him, asking about who he was and what was he doing here.
The rest of the Knights heard the yelps and came down. They clashed with the plunderers, avenging their fallen brother. The plunderers were killed and deposed of.
All heads turned toward the woman in the cell. Her eyes glanced toward the fallen Knight, humming a soft tune, praying for him to be ok. Her eyes averted up, gazing at the mysterious men shielding their emotions with masks, glowering at her.
She then smiled and plied her fingers across her cell, waving them at the Knight. The woman was intrigued by the men. All cloaked. All mysterious. All quiet. She wanted to know who they were.
"Who are you?" a Knight asked, nodding his head at her. He was carrying what seemed to be some sort of case, along with a blaster in his other hand.
The woman giggled, rubbing her thumb against the cell door's rusty bars. "What does my identity mean to you?" she asked, playfully. She pranced back in her cell. "I'm just an ordinary woman trapped in this prison by those idiotic men. They thought they could of had their way with me but I proved them wrong. Well, at least one. Until they kicked him out. He was my only friend."
She slid up against the bars. "Will you men be my friends?" she tooted.
The Knights stood back from the woman, baffled. Who was she? What was she doing here? And there was no way she was an ordinary woman...an aura of deception lingered around her, a cloud of lies ready to be sniffed out. She was hiding something.
And they were a bit afraid. Not only was she a temptress, but her words...the way she spoke them...each letter coping out of her mouth...had a sort of ditzy effect on them. All except one.
He wasn't for one to be enchanted by this witch's spell. Whatever trick she was trying to pull on them, he would not fall for it.
"Speak, girl," this Knight said. He was adorned with black robes and a black-silver mask coating his face.
By his side stood a unique weapon she had heard stories about. A silver tool that etched out a laser sword. A lightsaber.
Her eyes widen at the sight of it. He was one of them. Oh, how fun this will be!
"Answer his question," another Knight said. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The woman sniggered as she titled her head up and raised her arms, clawing once more into the bars. "Do you really wanna know?" she winked, squeezing her eye tightly.
The Knight with the lightsaber titled his head. "If you are going to make this harder for us to find out, then we will be gladly to..."
"Destroy me? Kill me? Stab me? Or is it whip me?" the woman chortled, raising a finger to her lips as if thinking what else he was going to say.
The Knight felt his body stiffen for a bit but he reminded himself he and his men could dominate her. Her words were the only weapons she had. Dangerous as they may be to their ears, he would recall his men of the weapons they held, able to tear apart that neck of hers from speaking anymore.
"Answer us or you will speak no more," the Knight said. He whipped out his lightsaber, hoping to scare her into submission.
The woman's eyes glued to the lightsaber. She waved a hand at it and gazed lovingly with a glint of yearning. She then moved away from the bars and twisted her body around with her hands clasped behind her back.
"All right, I'll tell you," she giggled. "My name is (y/n). And how I got here...I was just wandering around. You see, I lived here and all of my life, it has nothing but been the same...men coming over to me to hear me sing and talk to them but they were the same old, farts I was talking to...so I decided to go on a little adventure over here to read upon these men that call themselves Jedi..."
She glanced at the Knight. "Nothing but fairytales people told me! But I knew somewhere deep down, they were real. I wanted to meet one. Then, these plunderers came and started questioning about me like you are. They held me here until they cleared the place of values, thinking about selling me as a slave. Too bad that friend I made ended up getting kicked out...was he cute too though! But now, I am free of their clutches and made new friends...and I think my dream is about to become true..."
She lustfully smiled. "Tell me, Jedi, want to be my friend?"
The lightsaber rammed towards the bars. "I am no Jedi," the Knight hissed. "I am a Knight. I will not dare be insulted by you, temptress. Now, tell me really, who you are. You certainly aren't a Jedi either yet your words....are toxic to my men. I will not allow them to be seduced by you. Tell us!"
The woman laughed. "Oh, you sound so cute when you get mad! Why, since you're a Knight, I suppose you'll be my knight in shinning armor then? Or is it in black robes or armor?"
"She is a waste of time, Kylo," one of the Knights said. "If she wishes not to tell us, let us just kill her then. She sounds nothing but trouble."
He prepared to lift his blaster at her when another Knight raised his weapon.
"Wait!" he said. It was the Knight who got effected by her. He turned to her. "That song she was singing earlier...I remember who use to sing them...them...Syrens..."
Kylo frowned but then scowled. Syrens. He heard of them before. The people who had gifted voices, singing melodies of seduction, healing, calm, almost anything that could either cure, destroy or heal a person. Many of them were regarded as myths, nothing but fairytales like the Jedi to be told to children and have wonderful imaginations. Now though, the legend was real, and he was staring at a Syren before him. Where was the rest of her kind then?
“Is she dangerous?” he whispered to the Knight. His only concern right now before he proceeded to ask anything further would be the question of her voice ability. He wasn't concerned for himself but if one of his men fell for her, his power might be stopped to a limit as well.
“As much as any Jedi would be,” the Knight said. “She pulled me in with her sorcery of words. Though, I am a bit skeptical as if she would try again to tempt us. It seems as if she desires to join us in learning our ways. Mostly, her energy is directing to you."
"They always had a thing for the Force," another Knight said. This one was carrying what looked like a staff. "Anything for these harpies is thirst for power. We'll take care of her, Kylo. No need for you to be charmed in by her beauty."
"She's nothing but a beast to me," Kylo said. "A witch. I am not easily fooled by her. Perhaps though...we can use her."
"For what? Her voice is indeed an ideal for a weapon but...those words can easily be turned onto us," a Knight suggested.
“As long as we don’t fall into them, we will be ok,” Kylo said. “Block out your ears from hearing her enticing song. Clear any thought of it. Once the tune goes in through it, your mind will be lost as our fallen brother has.”
He turned to the Knight seduced by the Syren’s song. “Or perhaps, shall we conduct a meeting on her fate?”
“Perhaps there are other ways she is useful to us,” a Knight agreed. He turned to the woman. The woman smiled a bit but lowered at the edges upon knowing what exactly the Knight had meant by them.
Still, she chuckled and soothed her body once more up the cell. “Any of you boys are going to let me out?” she asked, kindly swaying her finger up on the bars.
A Knight blasted off his blaster at the lock, swinging the door open. Another one went in to retrieve the woman, grasping her by the arm.
“Don’t try anything foolish,” he hissed at her.
The woman just shrugged. “I can’t anyway,” she said. “I have a particularly an interest in erm…I assume him to be your leader…I would like to know more about you.”
“As do I,” Kylo said, heading out of the library with his men.
And now, here they were, huddled together in a conference, deciding the fate of the Syren. If provided her service, she would be useful to them, alluring any Resistance spies or pilots to spill out any information in locating any Jedi…especially one Jedi.
However, fear engulfed into the Knights' once more, dreading the day when the Syren would cast her spell again. Kylo was sure of it he wasn’t going to get effected, but upon if another Knight got beguiled…it was possible, he would challenge all that the Knights of Ren stood for. Corrupt it from the inside.
“What if we ask what she wants,” another Knight volunteered. “As much as we all have plans for her, if maybe we give the Syren what she wants, she’ll return her service to us. Many tales have told that Syrens usually work that way with their masters such as the old Sith use to be…excluding the whole training and such, of course.”
“You’re forgetting that’s HOW the Syrens worked in order to deteriorate and control the system,” another Knight said. “They pretend to be loyal until their master has fallen for her to which she then dominates him. If maybe they weren’t like that, they would have been proudly used by the Empire but the Emperor was no fool to know of the Syrens’ intentions.”
“They were just as much as power hungry as the Empire was,” the staff Knight said. “Though not as evil as the Emperor himself but close enough to even betray their own kind or leaders to vie for authority. That’s all what most Syrens desired.”
“And it’s what the First Order wants too,” Kylo said. He rose up from his seat. “I have come to the conclusion of allowing this woman to be under my guidance…since it seems most of you men are wary of her abilities and skeptical of her use, I’ll have her submit to me and control what she’ll do. I see nothing but an opportunity here. If we can use her to scour out any information useful to us, then we have made a likely ally here.”
Many of the Knights stood silent at his words. A Stormtrooper came into the room.
“Commander, the Syren is here,” he said.
“Bring her in,” Kylo ordered.
The Stormtrooper went back out to get her.
“Be cautious, Kylo,” a Knight warned. “You may be well with the Force and twist her words into sweet nothing…but there have been stories of Syrens cracking the code into a Force user’s mind.”
“Then I’ll crush her neck,” Kylo snickered.
The Stormtrooper came into the room with the Syren. The Syren lifted her head up, smiling at Kylo.
“What is it you’ll have me do?” the woman asked.
“We have a proposal for you,” Kylo said. “We know what you are. However, we can provide resources to you if you wish not to return back to your home. Resources of power and dominance…like any Syren would want.”
The woman’s smile widens. “And what must I do to accomplish this?”
“Listen closely to what I’m going to ask you: If you wish for this to be all yours, will you help me and my men, the Knights and the First Order to acquiring data from our enemy, the Resistance?”
The woman nodded. “Oh, pff, the Resistance. They aren’t as much fun as you are. You know, I once met one of them. Such a sweet pilot. Though, I almost had him under my spell, he had to go away! Such a complete waste! Not to mention, you know what he told me too? He was like, gee, you’re pretty but I think we should take this a bit slow. Also, you have a nice voice but I think you need to work on your singing a bit. It sounds like you’re trying too hard. Argh!”
She shook her head and raised her fists. “Stupid man! Him and his stupid black helmet. I could have been one step closer to learning of all the secrets of the Resistance…but his funny feeling had to pull him away from me. Beware though, I have been practicing.”
She coughed and sang a little “la” tune. “I’m sure for now, no one can resist this voice.” She laughed.
The Knights shifted in their seats, a bit worried. Kylo titled his head, extremely curious of the woman now.
“Do this right, Syren, you’ll be gaining more power than you know,” he advised.
The woman nodded. “Oh, how do I ever, Knight. And more importantly…to know more about you.”
(Y/n) did her job as she was told. When the Knights were at work in finding any artifacts or other equipment to continue their quest of ending the Jedi, the Syren went into town, alluring any men irresistible to her beauty.
When she asked for any tales or information regarding about Jedi, many of the men claimed to have seen a Jedi or know a possible location of old Jedi whereabouts. They pointed to the direction of the ancient Jedi facilities. (Y/n) thanked the men and blew a kiss to each man, causing them to faint at the sight of it.
She would then lead the Knights to the Jedi facilities, recalling the information the pathetic men had told her about the building. A couple times, it was nothing more than just some old crumbled ruin with few books or useless technology left behind but Kylo felt that (y/n) was becoming more useful in every trip.
She was doing as she was told, never raising a question to his authority or seducing any of the Knights. She used her powers in tempting the rest of the weak men that were lured to her. They were so occupied by her beauty and soothing words, they were last seen confused as she drew away from them, making them wonder who and what they were talking to about.
A weapon that can drive away the men without needing to kill but just tempt them into submission and deception? It made these missions more easier! Pah! Though the same could be used with the Force, Kylo saw that the Syren's voice and loveliness had an elegant charm that surpassed this ability a bit. Still, it got the job done quick and if anything, he could always use this to remind her who was in charge dare she ever questioned him.
Yet, the woman never did. She was content with exploring the ruins and learning about the Jedi that had once prospered in the galaxy. She gladly asked of the Sith, the Empire, the Rebels, the droids, anything relating to the history of the galaxy's past. She was very interested in such info.
It did not worry him a bit but still, he took precaution in case these words of knowledge somehow powered the Syren.
He grew curious of the Syren though, wanting to know more about her gift, if such a power perhaps can evolve. He had somewhat wished to feel the spell of the Syren cast on him, feel its effects and see for himself how strong it can be. If so, he could easily detain himself from it but use it on others.
The Syren had not beguiled the Knights but even their inquisitiveness had captured them into a little trap Kylo wanted to experience.
He had been walking one day to see a Knight with her. (Y/n) had her body close to the Knight's, her arms not wrapped around him but a finger twisting a strand of hair into curls. She playfully smiled at him, sensing the Knight's horrid expression of...wanting her...
They may have been wary of her but it did not stop their twitching feelings to feel the Syren's words in their ears. Kylo glanced to see the Knight's legs shaking. He could sense the aura of the Knight's igniting feelings for the Syren, his temptation in exploring...
"Hhh-ermm," Kylo hissed.
The Knight looked up to see Kylo staring at them. "Oh, Kylo," the Knight said. "I was just interrogating our friend here upon our last search. This apparently is the last Jedi temple laid here. The next one won't be until about a couple miles later."
Kylo nodded. "Good work," he said to the Syren. He turned to the Knight. "Will you excuse us for a moment? I'd like to ask her a couple of things."
"Surely," the Knight said. He walked out of the area, leaving (y/n) and Kylo alone. Kylo glanced at (y/n), eyeing her from head to toe.
The woman smiled. "See something you like?" she teased.
Kylo huffed. "What is it that draws me to you, Syren?"
The woman shrugged. "I don't know. It appears you have some sort of desire, Knight. I've seen you eyeing me, you know. Do you want to know what the spell feels like?" She giggled a bit and then tapped her feet, dancing a little. "Your fellow men have been feeling the same. Each one comes up to me and we talk for a little bit and then...they get so caught up with my beauty."
(Y/n) did a little twirl and looked up at him. "Sadly though, you keep brushing it off..."
Kylo glared at her. "Because I'm not going to be the fool who would fall so easily trapped by a Syren," he growled. He stepped a bit closer to her, attempting to intimidate.
The woman instead just continues to smile and stare at him. "Try everything you can, Knight," she recoiled. "I won't be easily threatened, just like you with the seduced."
Kylo felt enraged. He prepared to lift his hand and clutch his fingers together, ready to snap the Syren's neck, crushing her windpipes.
(Y/n) giggled. She knew she plucked his strings. Though, she was a bit wary of him hurting her, she loved to play the game of taunting. She wanted a taste of the Knight's Force powers, feel what it was like to be controlled by one, draining her emotions and thoughts.
Kylo smiled. He had read her thoughts of her request of his dominance over her. "What do you want to feel?" he asked.
(Y/n) tapped her head. "I want to feel you control me, Knight. Give me a taste of what you can do. Please...I've always wanted to know what the Force feels like."
Kylo nodded. "Sing me your song first, Syren. Then I will control you. Will you do that for me?"
(Y/n) chuckled. "I will certainly do. Just don't blame me if you fall for it." She then opened her mouth and sang the song.
He winced a bit but let the words ring in his ears. The song was beautiful, melodically linking the tune with the lyrics. He closed his eyes, feeling euphoria warp around in his body.
(Y/n) smiled. She knew she had caught him in her trap, of the song wrapping around his ears, traveling him to a serenity of peace. Slowly, she reached her hand out to touch him, raising her finger from the linen black cloth of his robes to the sleek smoothness of his mask.
Yet, Kylo knew what she was doing. He loved the song but he wasn't fooled enough to fall completely for her. Still, he'd let her touch him, feeling the euphoria morph to a tranquility of pleasure filling his body.
She'd searched around for an opening, anything, to take his mask off. She was curious on who she was tempting. Was it nothing more than an old man, crinkly, wrinkly but powerful like the Emperor or a young boy, full of spirit and courage but inexperienced? She'd flew the hood off and found what felt like a latch on the mask, pressing onto the knob.
Immediately, he gripped her hand, frightening her. The Syren let out a whimper, nervously glancing at the Knight.
Kylo smiled. "Only I can unleash my mask from my face," he hissed. "If you're so eager to see my face, then you'll have a taste of the dark side first."
With one hand, he grasped his fingers together. (Y/n) yelped as she felt her nerves close in together, feeling her mind pressure into pain. She smiled as the pleasures of pain enclosed in, happy to feel the Force dwelt in her head.
As he tried dive more into her memories, the smile grew wider. She was not afraid to hide anything from him. She would love to tell her whole life story.
Kylo titled his head, interested. "Aren't you something?" he teased. "All the way from birth...you knew the power you had. And you were...bad."
(Y/n) nodded, her face transforming into an arrogant, cheerful glow. "I knew right from there, I would live to serve the dark side. Light is nothing but a fantasy of truth and jubilaness. We Syrens were made to be the significants of the Sith, whether lovers of friends. For if tempt to the light, they would throw us off in fear of deception and seduction. If the light would not shine on us, then the dark shadow us."
Kylo didn't know what to say. Her memories consisted of nothing but learning from her mother about her powers, using them, journeying over to meet the people in town, meeting her sisters, tormenting the men for fun, finding love of a young prosperous man...that betrayed her. From there on, the Syren learned from her sisters and mother that men may be strong but their weakness was the soft songs of a woman's control. She would go to another town when stories of a Jedi temple intrigued her...
What she said before him...was all truth to her. He loved it.
"Would you like to come under my guidance?" he asked. "Perhaps there is a thing or two we can learn from one another." He let go of his fingers, watching her feel a bit relieved.
"I'd think I like that," (y/n) said. She walked closer to him. "Please though...what lies underneath that mask, master?"
That did it for him.
Carefully, he rubbed his head against hers and the latches to the mask lifted up. He pushed his mask off and she widen her eyes at the young man before her, his crispy, wavy, black hair falling flat and his brown eyes glowing at hers.
He was handsome. Intelligent. Powerful. Malicious. All of the qualities of what she wanted in a man. Last time, the other man she dated was kind, chivalrous, witty and generous. Until he left her for another woman. When he heard the tales of her being a Syren, he'd knew better than to mess around with her. And she was left alone, waiting for him to come back, never returning. That's when she made up her mind.
"Poor thing," Kylo said, shaking his head. "You could of been the beautiful envy of the town...but he walked out on you." He let his head touch her forehead, his face inches from hers. "I won't leave though." His fingers slithered from the back of her dress to her neck. "Never."
The Syren felt fear absorb into her. No, he was lying to her. She pulled herself away from him, backing up all the way to the wall. She was about to get away from it when she saw his hands prop up on the wall, beside her face. She glanced up at him, scared.
Kylo smiled and continued touching his head against hers, his hands once again scrawling on her back, holding her in place. His lips pressed up near her ears.
"You're mine now," he whispered. "No one will have you but me. I'm all that you want and you're all I need. Tell me, Syren, do you want me? Speak my name."
He grazed his lips over her neck, feeling her squirm beneath him. He squeezed his hands on her back, a whimper emitting from her mouth.
"Say my name."
His teeth raked her skin.
"Kylo," she whined.
He looked up. "Hmm?"
"Kylo," she said again, desperate. She wrapped her arms around him, determined to stay. "I want you. Teach me."
He couldn't help but continue to smile. His face inched more towards her.
"And I'll have you," he said, his lips pressing onto hers, locking in a kiss.
He always got what he wanted anyway.
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I know this is a one-shot thing, but you easily could make a second part off of this...
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If I ever get the chance, I might. I'm glad though it you like it...
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I enjoy reading it very much!
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aaaaaahhh its so good. i read this as my Oc and she is like the opposite of Kylo and I just skefbs;KFBSDLVBSVGSDBVBSDMVBSD;VS SO GOOOD!
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