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latynren · 7 years ago

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Of course my first post would be a Reylo writing prompt! I figure other people have written for this prompt, but I couldn’t help it! It was too touching!

Inspired by this prompt- Kylo hears a woman singing a lullaby and sees a hazy vision of a brunette woman with a black-haired baby. At first, he thinks it’s a memory, until the vision comes into a focus and he realizes it’s not Leia singing to him, but Rey singing to their future child.

This got longer then I originally planned, unbeta’d and very first drafty. Here goes nothing! It's super fluffy of course, so yeah... Let me know what you think!

Force visions did not come to Kylo often. His last one had been with Rey, when they’d touched hands so many months ago. Even then it hadn’t really been a Force vision so much as the Force showing him hints of Rey’s childhood. He hadn’t just seen her parents in that brief moment, he’d seen snippets of what she’d suffered on Jakku. Her fear, her desperation, the never-ending drag of hot days and freezing nights. How many more times had she gone hungry? How many more times had she been beaten? How many times had she come within centimeters of death during mishaps on those forsaken, rotting ships of the Empire?

What would he do with that information?

Kylo often resisted the urge to create another world destroyer just to eradicate that sandy piece of shit planet. Even within the First Order he had a sound reason to do so, since that planet marked the final resting place of the Empire. If he could destroy any trace that the Empire had ever ended Hux might stop hounding him. Hux always appreciated grand and zealous gestures, especially in worship of the past.

There was only one remnant of the past he wished to think of, and he was currently staring into it. The empty sockets of Vader’s melted mask felt as if they may just be glaring back. Or looking with sorrow. Kylo had never been sure which of the two emotions was more likely. Either was possible considering the life and death of the man who’d worn this mask. Anger or agony it didn’t matter, this was the one piece of history he treasured. And a part of that was due to the Force vision he’d seen when he touched this very helmet the first time.

Because he had seen her.

The vision of her was just a single moment in time, a flash of beige clothing and brown hair, but now that he’d met her he knew. It was the eyes in that second that sealed it, alive and vibrant. Hazel. The other moments had been all darkness, swallowing everything he knew. His own hand destroying hope, his knights as they were after he became their master, his conquest of the stars, all of that was there. However even in all that dark, one moment of light had wormed its way in. His Rey.

Still he was surprised when he felt this one take him, no matter how many times he’d begged the mask to show him again. Kylo felt the rush, the disorientating flux of reality. He expected rapid fire scenes of destruction, the death of his enemies, or even views of the worlds he conquered, the First Order sigil flying. None of those things happened.

At first nothing happened.

He heard her then, her voice sounded far away. Swiveling in his chair he followed the source of the sound. The world around him turned blurry, and for a moment everything went black. Then slowly soft light appeared, the golden light of dawn. It slowly seeped into his room, lighting the black walls and floors until they gleamed ivory. Warmth suffused him next, then shadow. A tree outside a window shading him, the green of new leaves as real as if he was there.

The song came again, stronger this time. Still soft, but as if she was in the room with him. Moving slowly this time he tracked his eyes across the room. A woman stood with her back to him, brunette hair flowing down her back in a silky river. Her dress was light and meant for comfort, the pearly material translucent. If not for the under slip he’d have seen more then just her legs.

Intrigued he moved closer, slow steps so as not to disturb this place, that woman.

Her song came to him a bit clearer now, her voice low and melodic as she sang. She was standing in front of something, some type of furniture he thought. The shape hadn’t completely solidified yet so he wasn’t sure what it could be. Studying her closely he noted a bend to her arms, as if she were holding something. Cradling something. Something that contrasted heavily with the light of her clothing. Black, silky strands against the crease of her elbow, her head turned just so to look down. Devotion, and a love so deep he could sense it, in the softness of her lips and jaw. The rest was hidden by her unbound hair.

A baby he realized. Very small if the soft mewling sounds were any indication. Not a real cry yet. He wasn’t sure how he knew, maybe it was some deeply buried instinct. It must be considering what it triggered inside of him.

Protectiveness.

Breathing evenly, he tried to put that feeling back where it belonged. This was obviously the past, there was no undoing what would be done to this child. Although why the force would choose to show him his own childhood he wasn’t sure. What good was this going to do? He’d already failed to kill Leia in his quest to destroy the past, and he was not planning to try again.

Whatever happened to the Resistance he was going to stay as far away from that woman as possible. She made him falter, made him weak, just like another brunette that came to mind.

The words of the Leia’s song became clearer, of course it would be that morbid tune she’d sing. It had always been her favorite to sing to him.

‘Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember’

Something about that voice didn’t sit right. What memories he had of his early childhood were hazy, at best, and sometimes distorted. However he knew this song, Leia had sung it at bedtime many nights to help him sleep. And considering it actually had aided him in finding dreamless peace he’d often begged her to sing it. Something about her singing always soothed him, and he wondered now if she had unconsciously imbued the song with her own light force.

‘When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember’

Trepidation left him wavering as he toed forward. Only his belief that he was watching his own past kept him from feeling like an intruder.

‘Those you have loved but are gone’

Han and Luke’s faces flashed through his mind. Desperately Kylo tried not to think of why that lyric would bring them to mind. He had to push them back, something wasn’t right here.

That wasn’t his mother’s voice. Kylo was sure now. He felt nothing but her love for the tiny being cooing in her arms. No force to chase away his darkness. He wondered, would he have needed it then? Is that why she sounded different? He was starting to see the outline of the child’s face, a button nose and rosy lips. The lips were the same for sure, but how had he grown this long nose from that tiny, up-tilted bump?

‘Those who kept you so safe and warm- ’ The woman gave a gasp and turned more toward him, he’d come too close. He noticed the lips first, pink and healthy, but not quite right. In fact everything about her face was not quite Leia, but heart-rendingly familiar. Tracing his eyes up he looked into her eyes.

Hazel eyes, not warm brown.

‘Ben.’ Those eyes smiled as he felt a shock run through him. Stronger then anything Snoke had ever thrown his way, electricity ran from his feet to his head and left him stunned. Still she smiled. Looking down swiftly he stared at the child in her arms. Her nose, his lips.

His lips…

His.

His! That thought beat with the rhythm of his heart and spread joy through his veins. Rey was cradling his child to her, singing his lullaby, and most importantly she was happy. Nothing of this place spoke of pain or unease, only the warmth of happiness. And love, hers for the baby as well as hers for him. Suddenly without a doubt, his love for them flowed around them too.

‘Here, take her, she’s so fussy!’ Rey giggled softly, without hesitation she moved the baby to her hands. She trusted him, unquestionably. With extreme apprehension, but boundless desire, he reached for the baby.

His daughter!

Somehow the force allowed it, her slight weight was tangible in his hands. Rey continued to support the baby’s head until he got her into the cradled position he’d seen Rey adopt. ‘She always has such a hard time sleeping, unless you sing to her of course!’

He knew why he had a hard time sleeping as a child.

The little girl looked up at him with shining eyes. Little tears still clung to her lashes, and Ben wanted to destroy anything that brought her unhappiness. Nothing was allowed to make her sad, no sorrow was to touch her. He felt the force in her, and he despaired at the idea of a creature like Snoke finding her. As he looked into those eyes, a strange gray that seemed to be turning brown, he felt horror fill him at the idea of anything using her.

Never!

He would die to keep her safe!

‘My little crabby girl, you make it hard for your brother to sleep.’ Ben’s head snapped back to look at Rey. She had been looking at the baby in his arms, now she was gently reaching into the object he’d noticed before. A crib, and a long one, almost like two had been shoved together. As she straightened he saw why.

‘Poor baby boy, did sissy wake you?’ Bringing this baby to her face she nuzzled his head and snuffled into his neck. The babies face was turned toward Ben, he saw the interaction of mother and son closely. Being so young the baby didn’t giggle, but his eyes widened and he cooed with obvious delight. He was going to have her eyes, and her hair too, but he’d been cursed with Ben’s nose and ears. And the force was in him too, just as strong as his sister.

Tears were freely falling down Ben’s cheeks in silent rivers.

Looking down he saw his daughter watching him with eyes that seemed too old for her little face. Like she knew. Holding back a sob he mimicked Rey’s hold so he could bring her to his face, supporting the baby’s head carefully.

She even smelled real, and so fresh. Like spring and mother’s milk, a scent he recognized subconsciously.

Her skin was silk against his cheek. He was so thankful he’d actually shaved today, so at least he wouldn’t hurt her with his stubble. She made a little sound, almost an animal sound, as he rubbed his nose into her unbelievably soft hair. He chuffed back at her, all of it instinct.

My baby, my babies.

He felt a little bump against his shoulder, Rey was resting her head against his shoulder. Turning her head up at him she gave him a tired smile, but there was such joy infused he could only share in it.

Our babies

‘She loves when her daddy sings the song for her, it always put her to sleep.’ There was a tiny grumble of envy in her tone, but he easily sensed it was meant in good-nature. Then her eyes slid to the baby boy. His expression was much different than his sisters, he seemed content where she was conflicted. Still he had turned his bleary eyes to Ben in a way that made him believe that was definitely watching his father. Rey huffed, ‘and him too.’

‘Should I start over?’ He asked softly.

‘Sure, I’ll join in, but they never respond to me like they do to you.’ Rey nodded.

Taking a deep breath he found the song easy to remember. Even after all these years, even with him willing himself to forget it.

‘Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember

When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember

Those you have loved but are gone

Those who kept you so safe and warm

The mirrorbright moon lets you see

Those who have ceased to be

Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers

Those you loved are with you still—

The moon will help you remember’ They sang together, and as in all things he found they balanced each other perfectly. Her voice was just the right pitch to suit his much lower tone. The babies cradled against them had both fallen asleep.

Together they created wonderful things.

‘See,’ Rey whispered as she moved toward the crib again. ‘You always make them settle and get to sleep. It’s handy.’

He realized then that he’d imbued his own force into his words. Light force.

Rey nudged him again and he knew she wanted him to put his daughter in her side of the crib.

What are their names?! What was she called? Did he have nicknames for them? He was desperate to ask, but he didn’t want to do anything to stop this vision. And even though he was loathed to do so he knew he had to put her down. She needed to sleep.

Silently he stepped forward, bending over the crib to set her down as gently as possible.

When he straightened his hands felt empty.

‘See, you were so nervous waiting for them to get here, but I knew you’d do fine.’ She was resting her head against him again, it was a gesture that was familiar to her. They’d stood this way many times in her reality. ‘You’re going to do fine Ben, you’ll see.’

He just nodded.

The vision became hazy again. Inside he was screaming and howling, never wanting this to end, but outward he stood still, not wanting to disturb that moment anymore then he already had. They faded, darkness crawling back in. Swallowing the soft sunlight, eating away at his vision with a savagery they he almost couldn’t stomach.

When it was all gone he felt to his knees. He was alone again. The pain was cutting, it sent him down onto his elbows with his head pressed to the cold floor. Tears finally fell from his face, dripping onto the floor. Great shuddering breaths wracked his chest, and some of the suppressed agony rushed forward in incomprehensible roars.

Why!

Force, why!

Why did it take them away from him? Why had it shown him so much? Allowed him to interact with that shade of the future?

Ben had never wanted anything more then to relive those moments in this reality. Nothing had ever infused him with such longing before. Not even the power he’d been promised had drawn him as inexorably as that one moment.

How was he to achieve such a thing? He’d built a home with her, created a family, and lived in peace. How was that even possible? Would he ruin it by knowing? Would he never have reached it had he never seen that vision? Did he do nothing, or did it try?

How could he simply do as the force willed when he wanted that so badly?

Trust in the force

Words spoken by every one of his relatives at some point in his life.

His mother had said it constantly when he was nervous, or doing new things.

His father had said it just before he’d been sent to Luke.

His uncle had repeated that quietly when Ben questioned his pacifist teachings.

Ben’s grief finally subsided, and slowly it was replaced with something that he had long cast aside. That he’d long thought dead within him.

Hope.

#reyloprompts inspired #reylo babies

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