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[talentedscavenger]

Ben/Kylo Ren with Rey AU--post TROS

"Ben?" His name fell from Rey's lips, looking into his dark eyes and feeling his arm around her. Both of them surviving Palpatine, putting an end to his plans once and for all. The stone statues were leveled, crumbling into rocks and pebbles. T

he cave didn't echo the sounds and whispers of the Siths of the Past. Though there was Darkness, there was still light, enough to illuminate their area, allowing Rey to take in Ben's handsome face. Stars, they were so close to dying--no, she had died, but he brought her back. He healed her.

"Ben?" she whispered again, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Her hand cupping his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.

The First Order was nothing. It was all ash and rubble. The Imperial ships, the Final Order, would never leave atmo, and the rest of the Galaxy would not longer fear the shadows and Darkness of the Empire or its ghosts. Her friends--the Resistance could go home victorious and...have a future.

They could have a future where Darkness didn't linger or cast a shadow over all of them.

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[rampageous]

He'd given her everything.

In between one breath and the next, between the ebb of his own life and the spark of hers, he'd known. The fragile core of light that was Ben Solo had faded to a dying ember-- he wouldn't live through this, but that was fine, that was right, because Rey's hand was grasping his and she was bright and alive, and that was all that mattered. With the cold sinking into his limbs, with the shadows creeping into his vision, Ben Solo finally, for the first time he could even remember, felt... light.

And then, as his own light guttered out, he felt the Force-- pause. For the briefest eternity, there was nothing; nothing, but for the faint impression of a hand between his shoulder blades and an implacable presence at his back.

ＮＯＴ ＹＥＴ, ＢＥＮ.

Reality snapped back to focus. Ben took a shuddering breath, then another, dimly aware that the burnt-out core of himself had been fanned back into existence: weak and sputtering, but alive nonetheless. He dragged his gaze up to meet Rey's, tears of relief prickling his own eyes.

"Rey." It came out wheezed, but hopeful. He tried again. "Rey, it's over."