Hey I'm just writing little short stories of Kylo Ren as a father figure lol.
I'll write when I can, if I can :)
Btw, sometimes the age is 16+ or younger than three. We'll see!!
🔴Angst
🟣Fluff
🔵Happy ending
"Dad?" You called out for him. You were around 17...
"I needa talk to you!"
Kylo is in his office, working on paperwork with an expression on his face that suggests he's not in a very good mood.
"What is it?" He asks without looking up from his work.
"It's... it's about when I'm 18..." You said softly.
Kylo looked up from his work, sensing the hesitation in your voice. Suddenly he seems more attentive.
"What about when you're 18?" He asks, setting the work aside and turning his full attention towards you.
You looked down, trying to tell him the best way possible...
"Umm..." You muttered.
Kylo senses your apprehension, yet you say nothing. So, of course, he's going to keep pushing until you tell him.
"Out with it, girl." He says and waits for your response.
You sighed loudly, looking him in the eye.
"I wanna move out." You told him.
Kylo looks at you in silence, his expression unchanged at first. However, he is clearly shocked by what you have told him.
"Move out? What do you mean? Why are you leaving me?" His voice is stern, but the concern beneath the sternness is obvious.
"I want to live on my own." You said, trying to be stern.
Kylo is quiet for a moment, considering his words. He looks genuinely hurt, but he's trying his best to hold back his emotions.
"Are you... tired of me?" He asks softly, his voice breaking. "Do you want to leave? Am I no longer enough for you?"
The sadness is evident in his voice, but he's also trying to sound calm and collected.
"What?" You asked, confused.
"I'm gonna be 18... it's normal..." You tried to tell him.
Kylo is at a loss for words. His expression reflects the pain he feels.
"But... but I love you. I can't imagine living without you." He says, his voice breaking. It's as if the worst thing in the world has happened to him, the prospect of you leaving him.
"I don't want you to leave."
You shook your head again.
"I-I can't stay... I want to go out. See things. I just... I want that independence..." You told him.
"It's selfish if you make me stay..."
"Selfish? Selfish?" Kylo's voice raises slightly as he speaks. "I gave you life. I gave you everything. I loved you when no one else did. How can you call me selfish?"
He gets up from his chair and walks towards you. He puts his face closer to yours, his eyes filled with pain.
"Don't you want that? Isn't that what you wanted?" You asked, frustrated.
"You are my father, and yes you gave me life. You are supposed to love me! Do you not? Yet, sometimes you didn't!"
Anger builds within Kylo at this point. His expression is filled with it. It's as though you've just told him the most horrible thing in the world.
"Of course I love you! I love you more than anyone else. I've always loved you. How can you say I haven't? Do you need someone else to remind you of that?" His voice is almost a shout as he continues to approach you.
"You had droids take care of me! When you didn't want to! When you are in a mood!" You shouted back.
"You were always a difficult child to deal with! What did you expect me to do? Let you roam free, do whatever you want? You were out of control! That's why I had the droids take care of you."
His voice is stern and angry as if he's trying to find reasons to make you stay. He's so desperate to have you with him still.
You shook my head.
"Every child's hard! It's not an excuse to not be there when you have temper tantrums!" You yelled.
You were telling him all the reasons why you want to go. Needed to go.
Kylo is silent for a moment. He looks genuinely hurt by your words. He looks down at you from a much closer proximity now.
"Honey..." he whispers, his voice breaking.
"Please don't leave me. I need you. I love you." His expression is full of sadness and fear. He can barely hide it as he reaches out to touch your hand.
You pulled away.
"I deserve to be on my own..." you whispered, standing by the door of his office.
Kylo saw red. His anger grew and he was taking deep breaths to calm himself.
"Get out!" He yelled, going over to his desk again.
You did as he told you to, opening the door and quickly leaving. You heard him start to through things around, in a fit of rage.
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