Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Bittersweet- Kylo Ren

word count: 1,415

based on The Last Skywalker

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You hold Luke's lightsaber close to you, staring your grandfather down.

God, he's horribly ugly. No wonder Vader killed him.

"You will strike me down and take my place as Empress," he rasps. You keep your eyes trained on him.

"You know, Empress (Y/N) doesn't really have as nice of a ring to it as Princess (Y/N) or Jedi (Y/N), but we all have our preferences." You think he frowns, but you can't tell. He's all wrinkly and pale.

"Your friends will not survive. Your sister will perish, just as the Resistance will. Just as the Jedi order has." You look up in horror as you watch the fighters get shot down. You close your eyes and feel Rey's anxiety coursing through the Force. You breathe a small sigh of relief when You feel her life force still strong. "You can save them. Sit on the throne and you control the fleet." You wait, searching for some sign that the other Jedi before you are with you.

But you feel nothing.

You open your eyes and look at your hideous grandfather. Tears prick the corner of your vision as you think of all of the things you would give up if you take the throne.

But then you look up at the sky and see all of the things that you will lose if you don't.

You let a tear fall as you give him a slight nod. He smiles triumphantly and you think about declining just because of his teeth. You feel Rey's energy through the Force begging you not to, but she knows just as well as you do that your family means more than morals. That's where Rey and you differ slightly. She would have more of an inner turmoil than you did. You raise Luke's lightsaber in preparation for the killing blow but stop when you feel a familiar tug.

You stare past Palpatine and you see him.

Ben.

He looks into your eyes, seeing through your barrier in a way only he can. He nods once and you resist the urge to smile and give a slight nod in return. You put the lightsaber behind your back slowly as if getting ready to strike, but then you send it to Ben so he can use it. Once you're sure he has it, you let go and bring your empty hand back to the your side dramatically.

"Guess Jedi (Y/N) wins over Empress (Y/N) after all," you grin. You beckon Leia's lightsaber to your hand and turn it on. He's pulled away by the machine that keeps him strapped like a science experiment and troopers in red uniforms circle around you. They stupidly decide to come at you a couple at a time as if they're just lining up to die in the first few seconds. You roll your eyes at the sloppiness and start cutting them down, one by one.

You yank the lightsaber out of a troopers chest just in time to slice the another one getting ready to fire at you. You sense another behind you but before you can move out of the way to kill him, Luke's lightsaber pierces through his chest. The trooper drops and Ben's bloodied face stares back at you. His eyes immediately soften, as do yours. You smile a little at him and his lips twitch in an almost smile.