This was prompted to me over at tumblr, so I figured why not post it here as well? I've never written either of these characters before (and neither have I written any Star Wars fanfiction, though I do have a Rey piece in the works. She's my bae 3) so I apologize if they feel a little out of character.
Hope you enjoy the mother-son interaction and may the force be with you! :D
"Come Home to Me"
The battlefield was where he saw her. Taking cover behind a piece of rubble that was part of an x-wing each time she fired her blaster. Her hair was wrapped in that familiar bun, though graying at the roots. Her brows were creased and a her lips were tight-pressed each time she pulled the trigger.
She didn't see him.
Part of him didn't want her to.
Yet, he felt a yearning that he'd buried down years ago, when he transitioned to the dark side. Through the force, he could feel her frustration, her sadness, her grief–and for a moment he felt a pang of guilt.
He'd taken everything away from her and she was still standing.
Kylo Ren took in a shaky breath, his feet rooted to the ground in the midst of the chaos around him. He gloved fingers grazed the lightsaber at his hip when he recalled how he'd killed his father.
The darkness whispered to him, implored him to allow his mother to meet the same fate.
A lump formed in his throat when he withdrew his saber, feeling its weight double in his hand.
When he took a step toward her, she spotted him.
Their eyes met and he hesitated.
"Ben?" she choked, teary-eyed, lowering her gun.
He pushed away the pull to the light, gripping the cold guard of his lightsaber tighter.
Leia carefully made her way toward him, her hands shaking when she touched his face.
He tried to look away, to steel himself. But her eyes were so big, so sad, so forgiving. And her hands. Her hands were warm. He wanted to lean into her touch, to forget about the darkness, forget about Snoke's orders, forget about everything.
"It's not Ben anymore," he insisted, but he wasn't who he was trying to convince more. Her or himself?
When his thumb hovered over the trigger of his saber, she shook her head and whispered the very words he feared.
"Ben, come home to me."
"I-I can't," he choked, dropping his head. A lone tear traveled over the curve of his cheek when his mother cradled his head against her chest.
She was so fearless. So strong.
Why couldn't he be more like her?
"Yes," she told him, "yes you can."
Ben shivered at her words and dropped his weapon in the mud as the light vanquished the darkness that shrouded him.