Kylo Ren X Reader One-Shot
Greetings ladies and gentlemen, Sakuraaeris1497 here! I hope you enjoy this Kylo Ren X Reader one-shot for Star Wars, but please note that I did not write this. I’m just posting what they wrote on behalf of what I requested of them. They took a while for them to write and they greatly enjoyed this challenge. Therefore, please enjoy their wonderful work of art, expressed through their words and thoughts. ____________________________________________________________________
It had been about a week and a half since you and the love of your life, Kylo, lost your precious baby boy. A miscarriage, the doctors had said. A nursery had been decorated, though it did seem quite out of place on the Starkiller Base, a crib had been built, and many other small things that seemed to mock you now as you slowly disposed of it all. You hadn’t expected the pain to be like this, granted, you hadn’t expected to lose your son either.
You and Kylo hadn’t spoken since you received the terrible news. While he threw himself into his work, you moped about the base, not sure what to do with yourself anymore. Kylo was never around anymore, either. He came to bed late, after you had already fallen asleep, and he was up and out of the room you two shared before the sun had risen.
Everyone on the base knew of your tragedy, and treated you like glass, as if you were about to break. They say that time heals all wounds, but you knew that this hole in your heart would never go away.
The situation was made worse by the fact that Kylo seemed to be ignoring you. The few times you had seen him walking the halls, he turned around and hurried in the opposite direction. You felt horrible, and a terrible voice in the back of your head kept telling you that he was mad at you. That he resented you for not being able to provide him with a son.
You remembered first telling him that you were pregnant, not sure how he was going to take it. But Kylo surprised you by jumping up from his seated position and rushing over to you, picking you up and spinning you around in the air. You both were laughing and every night from then on out, Kylo would come to bed at night and spend at least fifteen minutes talking to the baby growing inside of your stomach. Telling your son that he loved him, and you, and that he would be the best father he could be.
One afternoon, as you were walking the halls of the Starkiller Base, you were flooded with an overwhelming sadness, yet again. This was becoming ritual for you, as you cried yourself to sleep every night, because of the son you would never see, and because of your deteriorating relationship with the man that stole your heart. Growing weak as you felt the sobs coming on, you sunk to floor of the hallway, from down the hall, you heard Stormtroopers rounding the corner, but you didn’t care. The tears flowed endlessly.
When the Stormtroopers saw you shaking violently and crying on the floor, they came running. It was all a daze, you knew they were speaking to you, but you weren’t actually paying attention. Two of them ran off the way they came and just moments later came bounding back around the corner, except this time, they had a familiar masked figure with them. At the sight of him, you only began to cry harder. Your son would have looked like him, you’d decided. He would have been perfect, just like his father.
You heard Kylo shout, “Leave us, now!” at the Stormtroopers and the white armored soldiers jogged away, leaving you and Kylo alone. He removed his mask, and you stared at his beautiful face, made blurry by the tears. He crouched down in front of you.
“What is the matter, my love?” He asked, a worried look on his face.
“Don’t call me that!” You shouted. You knew you sounded hysterical, but you didn’t care, “I know you hate me! Don’t treat me as though I’m stupid!”
Kylo seemed taken aback, “Why would I hate you?” His voice was quiet.
“Because I lost our son. I wasn’t able to give you a child.” You whispered.
“My love,” He started, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “it is not your fault that our son was taken from us. I could never hate you.”
“Then why have you ignored me these past few days?” You questioned, “Why have you ignored me in the time that I need you the most?”
He looked down at ground, “Because I was trying to deal with my own emotions. Having our son die hurt like hell, but seeing you in pain was the worst thing that I have ever witnessed, and I couldn’t watch you ache anymore. It would have only broken me further.”
Your tears had almost stopped.
“Kylo,” you sniffed, “I could have helped you. No one said you had to do it alone. We could have helped each other with the pain, and then it wouldn’t have hurt as much. Knowing I had you as someone to lean on would have made this that much easier.”
He looked back up at you, “I know, and I’m sorry. I swear, I will never leave your side again.”
You smiled weakly, “Thank you. I love you, Kylo.”
“I love you more.” He whispered.
You circled your arms around his neck and enveloped you in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his head into the crook of your neck. For the first time in a long while, you felt that things were finally starting to look up.
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