#kylo ren x oc
Concept Art for Fanfic “Teach Me, Please”
SLOW BURN love triangle story. Kylo Ren offered Rey everything, but she rejected him. Enter Krys, a Dark Force user, desperate for a teacher. She will do anything for Kylo to train her.
Pairings: Kylo Ren x Rey and Kylo Ren x original character. EVENTUAL SMUT. This is already over 100 pages long. My attempt to make TROS make sense. Updates once/twice a week (as of 9.05.2020)
NOTE the actual scenes wound up a little different in the story itself, but the idea is there.
Available to read at Archive of Our Own
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26937379/chapters/65742283
If you want an audiobook version of it instead?!?! DM ME?!?
I actually have recordings of it that are over 2 hours of content!
WAAAAA!!
You’re somebody else- Kylo Ren
(Reunited with long lost lover Ben solo but he’s not the same anymore) song inspired one shot, came to me pretty randomly
TW Sad, depressive, no love just sad feels
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“Well you look like yourself
But you’re somebody else
Only it ain’t on the surface
Well you talk like yourself
No, I hear someone else though
Now you’re making me nervous”
She couldn’t help but stare into the black abyss of his eyes, his eyes that once shone beautiful honey hazel and spread warmth when he glanced at her, even for a second.
Eyes she’d stared into a thousand times, in sunny fields and under cotton sheets.
Gazing up at the man she once knew, more than she knew herself. His face was stone-like and his heart held no love, just empty hatred.
She loathed the way the darkness clings to him, drowning him the way his threatening glare drowned her.
“You were the better part
Of every bit of beating heart that I had
Whatever I had
I finally sat alone
Pitch black flesh and bone
Couldn’t believe that you were gone”
“Ben solo”
The words felt ghostly on her lips and his eyes shone with a a darkened rage she’d never been victim to before, his knuckles white and clenched at his sides, the way his jaw tensed, staring through her soul with more menace than she could ever handle, coming from him.
“Don’t!”
Even his voice was hardly his anymore, he spoke like a rabid animal, eyes wild as he leered at the girl, daring her to do something, anything to ignite the temper lurking under his skin, so he could ignite the crackling red sabre that burned at his side, itching to be reached for.
The tears fell from her freely and the ache residing in her chest was almost consuming, swallowing her soul where she stood.
Mind reeling with a thousand different things, yet her eyes couldn’t leave his, not for a second.
His face was almost the same, but the scar that marked his heavenly alabaster skin was just another reminder of the harrowing man he’d now become.
She felt the way her body fell, but her mind couldn’t, wouldn’t, register the pain of her knees that thudded against the hard floor.
“You were dead… not… not this… this isn’t you… I…-”
Words couldn’t ever comprehend the betrayal, the agony behind her heart as she stared at her once lover… her only lover.
“Ben Solo is dead.”
Venomously he spat at her, glaring her down as she sank even lower to the ground.
Despite the sniffle in her voice, the tears that ran down her face she muttered harshly
“You should have stayed dead.”
“Well you look like yourself
But you’re somebody else
Only it ain’t on the surface
Well you talk like yourself
No, I hear someone else though
Now you’re making me nervous”
Idk what im doing with my life. (Ig- kaka.arts)
