The Commander of the Opera||Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Chapter 4

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is July 24, 2021. My birthday is in a week and I also start school in a week, so I am rushing this story so I can get it out before I start up with school and get busy. It's a super intense and competitive academy, so updates are likely going to be few and far between, which I apologize for.

Y/n kneels in the small chapel, located down a flight of stone spiral staircases underneath the play house. She lights a candle in front of a plaque, with a picture of her father, Obi-Wan Kenobi, attached to it. A small violin is etched into the plaque beside his name- a small piece of remembrance for him.

As Y/n bows her head to mutter a little prayer for him, a soft familiar hum fills her ears, sounding as if floating up from the vents to her left. "Brava, brava, bravavissima."

"Y/n? Y/n?" Rey's distant tinkling voice calls out from the top of the stairs.

"Y/n..." a voice whispers through the vents darkly.

Rey slips through the door to the chapel and sits beside Y/n, startling her from her fixation on the vent. "Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is this new tutor?" Rey gushes, holding her best friend's arm.

"Rey, when Madame Organa, whenever I would come here alone to light a candle for my father, and there would be a voice from above. And in my dreams, he was always there. You see, when my father lay dying, he told me I would be protected by an Angel. An Angel of Music," Y/n explains in a hushed and eerie tone.

"Y/n, do you believe? Do you think the spirit of your father is coaching you?" Rey asks, bewildered.

"Who else, Rey? Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he'd appear, and now as I sing I can sense him and I know he's here. Here in this room he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow I know he's always with me, he, the unseen genius," Y/n explains, tracing her fingers over her painted lips absentmindly.

"Y/n, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true. You're talking in riddles, and it's not like you," Rey says in a worried voice, holding her friend's shoulders as she guides her out of the chapel and through the mess of backstage sets, cloaked in darkness and protective linens drapped over the pieces.

"Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory!" Y/n mutters under her breath, eyes closed.

"Who is this angel?" Rey asks.

"Angel of Music! Hide no longer, secret and strange angel..." Y/n finishes before her eyes fluttering open, gooseflesh enveloping her body suddenly as she looks around herself wildly. "He's with me even now..."

"Your hands are cold."

"All around."

Your face, Y/n, it's white," Rey says, clutching her friend's terrified face.

"It frightens me," she admits.

"Don't be frightened," she assures before hugging her. They arrive in the corridor and find an adoring crowd of fans. They move through toward Y/n's dressing room amid bravos and flowers, and through the see, Poe spots them, but cannot reach them. Madame Organa grabs Y/n from Rey, thanking her and taking her into her dressing room, slamming the door in the fan's faces.

"You did very well, my dear. He is pleased with you," she says with a smile, handing her a single red rose with a black ribbon tied around it.

From him. 

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