The Dark Prince (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Surrender To It

You woke up wrapped in Kylo's arms, a faint snore escaping past his lips as his face laid in the crook of your shoulder. You'd managed to fall asleep, no thanks to the hard, uncomfortable mattress you were laying on, but it hadn't provided you much relief from reality. The memory of the dream you'd had was running through your mind in an unrelenting loop, haunting you with each replay. 

You'd been standing in the courtyard of your palace, the sun beating down brightly on your skin. You were dressed in tight black dress, the corset cinched around your waist and the fabric heavy over your shoulders. You could feel something on your head as you looked around, and when you reached up, touching at it carefully, you realized that it was a heavy crown. Bejeweled with white and red diamonds, it had sharp points at the top, pricking your fingers as you touched it delicately. 

Up ahead of you, two distant figures began towards you, their frames standing out against the stone background. As they grew closer and closer, you could make out their faces, identifying Kylo and Alex standing in front of you. Both of their expressions were completely blank, their eyes empty of any life or emotion as they stared towards you. They stopped walking, standing a few meters away from each other. 

You walked towards them, stopping and turning towards Kylo and staring up at him with a smile. But he didn't look at you. He didn't smile. He didn't even look like he was breathing. He was a statue, not moving a muscle as you furrowed your brows. 

"Kylo?" Your voice echoed though the empty courtyard and bouncing back into your ears. He didn't respond. So you reached your hand forward, planning to place it on his arm. But as soon as your fingers came in contact with his jacket, you felt nothing, a cloud of black vapor floating over your digits.

You pulled back, your eyes wide with confusion as Kylo's figure slowly started to fade away, his eyes still dead as he disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing behind. You whipped your head towards Alex, who hadn't moved either, and charged towards him. 

"Alex?!" You reached out, frantically touching your hand to his chest.

But to your horror, the exact same thing happened as before, white vapor falling over your fingertips as his figure started to dissipate, fading completely in a matter of seconds. You shrieked, your vocal cords shredding with a panicked tone, stumbling backwards and falling to the ground with a smack.

As you did, your crown fell off your head, the metal clanging against the floor and rolling away from you, the diamonds popping out place and scattering. You laid on the ground, your head spinning as you tried to understand what was happening, panic building in your chest. But just as you were about to push yourself back up on your knees, a figure appeared above you, a hand reaching out to help you up. And when you glanced up to see who it was, your heart nearly stopped.

Han Solo. You yelped, scooting back and swatting him away. But he persisted, reaching his hand towards you again and meeting your gaze, his brown eyes scanning your face. You stared at him for a moment, your chest heaving, before you tentatively reached for his hand, wondering if he too would be an illusion. 

But when your fingertips connected, he stayed a solid figure, gripping your palm and helping you back onto your feet. You stood in front of him, adjusting your dress in silence and glancing suspiciously at his expression. He was smiling. You furrowed your brows. 

"What happened to your crown?" He asked suddenly, gesturing at the scattered diamonds. 

"It fell off." You said shortly, your lips pulled into a frown. 

"Hm," He nodded, "Good thing you won't be needing that one anymore." You stepped back. 

"What's that supposed to mean?"