Star Wars One Shots

Kylo & Rey

(#it'snotincest)
-Just some random kylo and rey fluff, kind of going off of the final battle between them in The Force Awakens.

Rey's POV

He was so lost, so confused. This was a man that I hated and wanted nothing more than to kill, but something was tugging me towards him.

Cold air was swirling all around us, Kylo struggling to get back up off of the icy ground. I started to walk towards him, putting my lightsaber on my belt. I bent down next to him, Kylo whimpering and almost flinching away. It didn't make me feel good, to know I degraded someone this low of a point. It was almost as if I had become Kylo himself in what I had done to him.

"Stay away." His words were a failed attempt at menacing, merely coming out as a wheeze.

All I could do was stare into his glassy eyes, pondering at what point he had become such a broken mess.

"Leave me alone. You've won your fight." He choked out again.

"I'm not going to hurt you." With my words he seemed to relax, though his gulps of breath were still shuddering through immense pain.

"Please go." He looked almost to the absolute breaking point, knowing he had failed.

"I can help you, Kylo. You don't have to be this way."

His fear immediately turned into anger, though he couldn't do much.

"I didn't ask for your help." He spat.

"The draw to the light. I can feel it stirring inside you." His hardened features wavered.

"You don't know anything!" Kylo tried to yell, words almost catching in his throat.

I placed my hand softly on his blaster wound on his side, the one he had furiously been hitting to stir more anger whilst fighting me. I hoped to calm him down. Instead he flinched again at the small touch, writhing in pain.

He closed his eyes, curly hair sweeping over his face, not saying a word. I assumed he was controlling his wave of emotions. In the silence, I pulled up his robe, looking at the wound. It was sticky with crimson blood, almost frozen blood around the edges. His jagged breathing heightened. I slowly peeled his robe up more, working at the wound and cleaning it with the few supplies that were left in the falcon. I shivered, cold air wrapping around my body.

I glanced at him, his eyes were wide open and studying my face.

"It wouldn't kill you to at least say thank you." I met his eyes.

"Someone else would've come along." He averted my gaze.

I put a stitch through his wound a bit too tight, causing a grimace from him. I chuckled.

As I finished stitching his wound, thoughts poured through my head. Why hasn't he killed me yet? Does he want me alive? Is he using me for the sole purpose of helping him?

"I'm not using you." Kylo grumbled.

"Get out of my head." I blocked his entrance into my mind, it being a simple task with him so weak.

He tried to sit up, wincing with the effort. I grabbed him by his fore arms and half-heartedly pulled him into a sitting position. I wrapped my hands around my arms again, chills seeping into my skin from the freezing outside weather. I wasn't going to make him move into the ship yet, not knowing if he could walk.

"You do have a ship behind you. It would be warmer inside." He retorted.

He wasn't in my thoughts, that I knew for sure. Our minds were on the same track.

"Can you walk?" I asked, standing up.

He used a tree beside him for leverage, pulling his body up painfully. He grabbed his mask, starting to hobble to the ship alongside me.

He collapsed on a small bed in the main room of Han's falcon, eyes turning cold for a second in which I assumed was because he thought of Han. I was still genuinely angry at Kylo, but he was just lost and needed guidance. A lot of guidance.

"I'll drop you off wherever you want to go." I knew that he had no contact with his First Order buddies at the moment, but he would end back up with them unless he thought otherwise.

"Closest planet in the outer rim." His expressions were soft once more.

I took off, exiting the base that was near destruction and entering light speed. By the time I went back to check on Kylo, he was sound asleep on the bed yet mumbling in his sleep. With determination, I decided to go into his thoughts when he was defenceless. He had done far worse to me, anyhow.

I'm done. I failed. She hates me. Supreme Leader will never forgive me because of this. I have to go back. But Rey. Han. Leia.

His thoughts were fast and jumbled together, a hurricane within itself. I withered out of his mind, sitting on his bedside. Kylo was writhing in his sleep, letting out whimpers. I was going to hate myself after this. I reached out and grabbed his hand in mine, his tense mannerisms relaxing with the touch.

Kylo's eyes fluttered open, and as I tried to pull away his grip slightly tightened.

"Stay with me." His voice was slurred with pain, external and in his mind, as well as sleep.

I leaned closer, my eyes scanning his face. A long line of red was over his eye and eyebrow from what I had done. Small freckles dotted his slim face, pale skin in comparison.

He pulled me closer and closer, to where our lips nearly touched, warm breath encircling the both of us.

He broke the space between us, lips colliding together, heat between us. Kylo held me tight, and I let him.

Something told me, we had broken the last string of dark that was holding me together. He wasn't Kylo Ren.

He was Ben Solo. My Ben.

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That was actually not too bad. Kind of rushed, but one shots aren't supposed to be too long. Vote and leave a comment for suggestions, or DM me.

thanks for reading!
-peyton