Royal Arrangements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter three

Still in their pajamas, your girls stood at the door, nervously watching their mother flutter around. They each had a tiny backpack on their shoulders. In each, a baby blanket, their first toy from Kylo, a box of processed, dry food, a silver bottle of water, and two letters. One from you, one from Kylo.

You had nothing but your blaster and the clothes on your body. You were prepared though. You were ready for anything the moment your girls' lives were threatened.

"Mama," Alula said nervously. Adhara took her hand.

You looked at them and tried not to cry. "Okay, girls, okay - are you ready?"

"Yes, Mama."

"Yes... Mama."

"Tell me what you have to do."

"Listen to you at all times," they said together. "And if Daddy tells us to come with him, we go, no matter how scary it is."

You nodded. When you spoke again, the words threatened to get stuck in your throat. "Yes, my loves. And if you have to leave Daddy and I?"

Alula fell silent. Her eyes widened. She didn't like to think about that. Neither did Adhara, but she was ready to if needed.

"We have your letters," she said. "And we open them when we are safe."

You and Kylo had searched for weeks for paper. It was so rare this far in the galaxy. Finally, you found a black market that sold sheets of brown paper. You and Kylo wrote with charcoal from burned ruins of an ancient city.

You wanted your girls to have something original each. Every letter was different. You didn't know what Kylo wrote and he didn't know what you wrote. It was just for your girls. Just in case you and Kylo passed on.

They would never have to wonder if their parents loved them.

"Good," you breathed. "You are my strong, beautiful girls. Remember that you can do anything."

"Yes, Mama."

"Let's go then," you said. "We need  to get to the escape pods."

You gripped both their hands tightly as you ran down the corridor. Alarms were blaring, red lights flashing, the sounds of earth breaking were hurting your ears. It was panic.

Stormtroopers ran by you and sometimes into you. One knocked over Alula. She hit the ground too hard, and you had to pick her up.

With one girl now in your arms and the other right beside you, you ran and ran. Finally, you made it to the room of escape pods.

Every last one of them was gone.

"Mama," squeaked Adhara. "What are we gonna do now?"

You were speechless. You had no idea. There were always pods. Why were they all gone now?

"Mama," Adhara said nervously.

You swallowed hard. "Kylo. Kylo! Girls - can you... can you feel your father?" You were walking back, terrified. There was no where safe.

"I think he's-"

"He's mad!"

You were on the verge of tears. Overwhelmed, terrified. "Girls, please-"

Another loud noise. Boom! Boom!

Then, the wall in front of you, the entire thing, burst into blue flames. You yelled and turned, shielding your daughters immediately, an inhuman speed you could not explain coming over you.

You felt the heat and then the pain, and you felt your skin bubble and react. It was so hot, so painful, and the girls were screaming in your ear. Screaming for their father, screaming for you to be okay.

And then you open your eyes, and you realize that you're on the ground. You're on your stomach, cheek against the floor, your daughters kneeled in front of you.

"Please get up, Mommy!"

"Mama!"

Somehow, despite the pain in your back and right side, you stood. You were shaky and unstable. Alula and Adhara, as tiny as they were, helped you up.

"You're bleeding, Mama," Alula cried.

"I'm okay, girls," you lied.

"Mama..."

___! ___, are you okay?

You couldn't try to assure him. You gulped. All you could think of was pain. White hot, blistering pain, waves and waves of it.

"Tell Daddy I'm okay," you whispered, grabbing their hands. You stumbled forward again. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

But your back hurts so bad, and you're so scared. You're not okay,  but you make yourself just fine. Just fine for your girls. For your husband.

You walked faster, gripping their hands, trying to ignore their hiccups and sobs. They're so strong, they really are. They can get through it. Everything will be fine.

The doors in front of you opened. Out came several soldiers, blasters in hand. They're not from the First Order. You pushed the girls behind you and pulled out your blaster.

"Get away from us!" you warned.

"Put the weapon down," one said, "and your children will be let go."

You didn't put your weapon down. "Run, girls," you breathed, and you fired one shot. It sealed your fate, taking out the one that spoke to you.

Then, as the others prepared to shoot you down, the doors slid open again, and each blast of plasma shot at you was frozen in midair. You felt your breath rush back into you and you backed away.

Kylo walked in, steps fast and face unmasked. He looked emotionless, but you knew he was boiling inside. You rushed to your girls and took them in your arms, turning them away from the scene so they wouldn't see what their daddy could do. They were too loud weeping and whimpering to pay attention.

He rose a single hand, and each of their necks broke. You watched, unphased.