Kylo Ren has a disturbing dream about Rey that has him questioning everything. Fluffy/Angsty
"You're a monster!"
"You're right, I am."
Kylo Ren stood by himself. His eyes adjusting to his surroundings. His regular muffled and vague dreams dissolving into something more potent, more tangible.
"Ben..."
He turned quickly to the voice.
A fuzzy, golden dream world. Kylo shielded his eyes against the bright light. This was not a world where Kylo Ren should exist but there he stood. The sun was setting over a vast field, where bright colored flowers grew in wild patches. He looked up, the clouds were golden, purple, tinged with a rainbow of hues. The air was sweet and humid, with a tinge of sea and salt. Kylo Ren looked down to see a stranger, not wearing his usual militant black fitted uniform, instead a sturdy grey garb. Older than his own reflection usually was. Beside him was a beautiful young woman with soft brown hair, eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips. She was leaning against him as they lay on the field, watching the brilliant sun set. She let out a contented sigh. "I don't want to go back in yet, do you?"
Ben Solo had his arms wrapped around her, "No," He murmured, "A little longer."
She grinned, "I thought you'd say that." setting herself against him.
What was this? A premonition? A dream? It was him but it wasn't. Some stranger inhabiting his own body. He felt like a voyeur. Ben Solo was caressing Rey's face. He felt as though he was watching something intimate he shouldn't be seeing. Instinctively he looked to his own hands, which looked too cold to exist in this world. So cold, she would surely recoil at his touch. But the other him, lounging on the ground looked warm. Sun drenched skin, a warm glow in his face that had certainly never been there in his life. This stranger in front of him, arms around the pretty scavenger he had been forcefully connected to. Now he felt a panic threaten to choke him as he watched them.
They didn't notice him. They continued their soft conversation, unaware of him. He sank down on the ground front of them, transfixed. Fascinated by the way she was looking at the stranger. Not with anger, distrust, or hatred. With something else entirely. Just as a warm and radiant as the setting sun. He was someone she wanted to be close with. No hesitation behind her touches, her glances, her smiles. She was laughing, something he never imagined he'd see or hear from her. What would he have said to elicit that? What world was this that they would be sitting together so close without her wanting to jump up and slit his throat. In what kind of world did Rey not view him as a monster?
Rey grinned, grabbing the front of this strangers robes, pulling him down to her as she brought her lips to his. Kylo Ren felt a stabbing pang of longing inside of him.
"We should go," Ben said breaking apart from the kiss. He stood and reached down, helping her to her feet. Her own clothes clung to her differently. She held her stomach which was round and full, and grasped his hand to steady herself as they set off, their backs to the sunset, leaving Kylo Ren in the shadows behind them.
At once the sun set, the warmth evaporated. He watched their retreating figures dissolve. The ground beneath him began to break apart in a blinding flash of light, shattering into a million piercing pieces of light, along with his body.
He had fallen off his bed, tangled in his sheets he struggled against them until his back hit the opposing wall hard. He gasped, clutching at his chest which felt tight, heavy, burdened. He fought violently against it. He fell forward on all fours, panting. Was this his future? No. Not possible. This was an illusion, sent to weaken him. It worked. He was terrified. Who was this scavenger, this girl, this...Rey, to him? Nothing. She was nothing but in this dream world she was everything. She was light and warmth. In the absence of this vision he felt the cold acutely, it sent his teeth chattering. He curled up on the floor, clutching at his blankets for warmth.
That dream world which left him sick to his stomach. Sick with worry, and because he couldn't fight the intrusive thoughts from breaking down his barriers, with an intense longing. He squeezed his eyes shut. The cold and polished facade he usually hid himself behind had fractured along with the dream, leaving him feeling exposed. This wasn't what he wanted. He knew what he wanted, what he had carefully crafted from as a child. He knew where his path lay, where his ultimate goal would lead him. The road was treacherous yes, but very rarely had he wavered...or so he let himself think.
His eyes snapped open. She would have his child. The implications of this vision left him weak and dazed...His cheeks flushed as his imagination flitted away from him. Rey lay beneath him, completely bare, writhing with pleasure, looking at him with desire...
He groaned and covered his face, his fists balled, waves of disgust crashing down on him. How could he let himself think this way about her? As if she would want any of what he saw. As if she could ever...
Rey He was angry with her too. This force bond was obviously influencing his dreams in a sick way. Connecting them in ways that were clearly impossible.
A sudden thought had him shooting up, looking around wildly. His veins filled with icy dread as there in the corner confirming his fears, she stood. Eyes wide and full of questions.
Some random little bits and pieces of a story I've had in my head. I'll try to write more this week! I'm a little rusty forgive me but I'm happy to come aboard this ship! Let me know if you like it thanks!
