Reylo One-Shots

Gravity

That's when she felt it. That sort of rush where everything starts to speed up. She began to panic because she knew what it meant, but no matter how hard she tried to push it back, it broke through. The loud noise in her ears finally stopped into silence abruptly. She could sense him behind her. She could hear him breathing. They had connected again. She refused to turn around. An uncomfortable quiet brewing in the room. She tried to pretend he was there. This was her imagination. But then it shattered.

"Rey," was all he said. That was enough to bring her to reality. His deep and smooth baritone voice suddenly made her feel unsteady in her knees. Her heart screamed at her to turn around, to look at him. Her mind screamed at her not to move, that he was a murderer and he shouldn't have this effect on her. Her body stayed frozen in place.

"Rey, please. Turn around," He said softly, a pleasing tone underneath that she could tell wasn't supposed to get through. Her body gave into her heart. Slowly she turned around to look at him. He was just standing there, mask off, wearing a black long sleeved shirt and black pants, looking more vulnerable than she had ever seen him. His soft brown eyes captured hers and she suddenly felt it was impossible to look away.

"You've been blocking me out, why?" He asked coolly, his head tilting slightly in interest.

"Because I don't want the likes of you in my head," she spat, sudden anger coming over her again as she remembered all the things he had done.

"I see," he said, a bitter smile tugging at half of his lip, his scar hindering the movement on the other side of his face. It made her feel very funny. He paused for a moment before leaning forward, sauntering up to her. She began to stumble back until she hit the wall behind her. She cursed her luck. However, he stopped, giving her some space.

"What do you want?" Rey growled through gritted teeth. He leaned his head down at her. She could see the deep purple bags under his eyes. It seemed he wasn't getting much sleep either. He deserved it. She immediately felt bad for thinking that.

"I missed you. I missed our bonds. You're the only person who's ever tried to understand me," he confessed before moving back from her, giving her space. She felt her heart soar. She felt the same. He was the only person to ever understand her constant loneliness, and the ways of the force, even if they were on different sides of it. Despite every one of her core beliefs, she had to fight the urge to run to him and fall in his arms. That emotion smacked down hard on her, confusing her greatly. Before she could stop it, tears were streaming down her face.

Tears of anger at him.

Tears of joy at seeing him again.

Tears of confusion to what was happening to her.

"I missed you too. I shouldn't have, and I can't forgive you, and I'm so angry and frustrated with you, and confused that I even want to see you at all!" She exclaimed through small sobs. He reached out to her with ungloved hands. He hadn't been wearing them in the first place which surprised her. With the pads of his thumbs he wiped away her tears. Even though they were who knows how many parsecs away, she could still feel him, through this bond. His warmth was paralyzing.

"I can't leave here for you," she said suddenly, not even sure where that came from. His Adam's apple bobbed.

"I know," he said softly. "And I can't leave here for you,"

"I know," she choked.

"I don't want to fight you again," she said. His hair was particularly unruly today and she longed to lace her hands through it and play with it. What was he doing to her?

"I don't want to fight you either. But we'll have to face each other again," he sighed. It was inevitable. They were the parallels to each other. Opposite sides of the same coins.

Suddenly, his strong arms came to wrap around her. She felt wrong. She shouldn't be in this man's arms. But his warmth and comfort felt so right. She leaned into him, her fingers grabbing the cloth of his shirt and bunching it up as she laid her head against his chest, her tears wetting the fabric.

His presence was then cut off. Their bond moment was severed. She could still feel him in her head, and she felt herself lowering her mental wall down. Despite her better judgement still trusting this man. She wished she had gotten more time in his embrace. What was wrong with her? Why could she keep forgiving him and keep trusting him. And that's when it sank in. The depth of the confusing emotions that had been plaguing her. It was like a sucker punch, the world completely crushing her as she realized.

She was in love with him.

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-A/N-

Hey! So as you can see I decided to turn this into a one shot book because I kept getting ideas and I have a hard time committing to stories and not being slow, so one-shots are probably all you'll see for a while, but I am working on a book that has the backstory and tragedy of Ben Solo but then it will extend into the movie territory, and a different ending for The Rise of Skywalker.

Anyway, I just adore writing for this couple, especially when Ben is being a soft boy XD. This is only my second story ever of Reylo, but they have been all I've read since I saw TROS in theaters back in December so I hope I wrote them okay! I have such a passion for this pairing now. I wish I would have realized it sooner how perfect they are for each other! Anyways, thank you all so much for reading and I'll see you in another one-shot! (Hopefully?)

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