Reylo Oneshots

A bit more Pt. 1

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR "Star Wars: The Last Jedi"

Heya, Author here. These are going to be (I think) 4 chapters tied to each other; they're basically going to be the main Reylo moments in TLJ with a bit more of Reylo in them, so that they manage to end it in the throne room scene (and yes, that's what the title is about).
(The picture above doesn't belong to me, I found it online, all the credit goes to the creator).
Enjoy!

That island had always been pretty silent. The only noises that were usually heard there were the sea, the vibration of the lightsaber and the caretakers' frequent complaints.
The only thing that Rey could hear that night, though, aside from her thoughts, was the gentle noise that her feet made as she paced on the grass.
She kept thinking about the possibility of Luke actually not helping the Resistance; what would have happened? Without a powerful Jedi to face the First Order, did they even have the slightest chance to win the war?
She understood his reasons, yes, but she didn't think they were enough.
Was he really willing to give up on the Resistance (and his own sister), just because of...

She stopped as she sensed the familiar pull in the Force, his presence suddenly closer.
"I'd rather not do this now."
She kept staring at the ground, waiting for his answer.
"Yeah, me, too."
"Why did you hate your father? Oh."
He turned around to look at her: he was in his chambers, stripped to the waist, even though he seemed not to care one bit.
Rey started staring at the ground again, the heat spreading on her face causing a small smirk from Kylo that she didn't see, too busy staring at that particularly interesting blade of grass.
"Do you have something, a cowl or something you could put on?" She managed to ask, still avoiding his eyes, as well as... the rest.
He ignored the question, instead he kept staring at her, and she forced herself to look at him in the eyes and repeat her first question, more firmly this time.
"Why did you hate your father? Give me an honest answer." In her eyes there was anger, but Kylo could see beyond that: she felt anger, yes, sorrow and, beneath all that, fear. Was she afraid of him...?
He couldn't tell, even if, maybe not so deep down, he hoped she wasn't.
She kept getting angrier, her voice louder with each word.
"You had a father who loved you, he gave a damn about you."
The sadness in her words, somehow it was making him feel uneasy. He didn't want her to suffer, but he certainly hoped that she couldn't see it.
"I didn't hate him." He answered honestly, his words maybe more meaningful that he wanted to admit.
"Then why?" She asked, a feeble light reflected by the wet marks on her cheeks.
"Why what?" He replied, his voice soft yet resolute.
"Why what? Say it." He insisted, slightly nodding, encouraging her to answer.
"Why did you..." her voice cracked, and she took a breath. "Why did you kill him, Ben?"

She sobbed for a second, trying to stop the rush of overwhelming feelings that were swirling inside her mind. He took advantage of that moment to steady his thoughts after she had called him that. He felt mad: Ben Solo was dead. Something inside him, though, didn't want to yell at her when she looked so fragile...
He decided to ignore it and moved on.
"I don't understand."
"No?" He asked, his genuine curiosity making her even more mad.
"Your parents threw you away like garbage."
"They didn't!"
"They did." He stated, matter-of-factly. He didn't enjoy seeing her suffering, but she had to face the truth.
"But you can't stop needing them. It's your greatest weakness."
She didn't say anything, so he kept talking.
"Looking for them everywhere: in Han Solo," a small wave of discomfort washed over him; he wasn't supposed to be so detached- no. He was. He didn't care. He couldn't care.
"Now in Skywalker."
A single teardrop fell from her chin onto the ground.
"Did he tell you what happened that night?"
"Yes." She said, scorn pouring her voice.
"No." He started explaining, memories invading his mind.
"He had sensed my power, as he senses yours. And he feared it." He tried sharing with her what he was seeing in his mind through their bond: him at the Academy, his former master striking his saber at him and him simply defending himself. He was trying to show her why he had had to leave.
She shook her head. "Liar."
He stepped a bit closer, her eyes shifting to look at the floor one more time before going back to look at his.
"Let the past die, Rey."
It felt weird... him saying her name. It didn't feel wrong, but she wouldn't have dared to say it felt right. She tried, but she couldn't get a grip on her feelings.
That aside, she knew what he was offering her: the same choice he had made.
"Kill it if you have to." The exact same choice.
"That's the only way to become what you're meant to be."
And with that he was gone, living her alone with her thoughts, and the sound of the wind that had picked up in the meantime.

Hi! I hope you liked this one. Sorry if it wasn't too romantic and too similar to the movie, but I had to start from somewhere not too far from it.
The next ones should have more Reylo in them.
That said, I'll see you next time.
Remember: there is no Dark Side, nor a Light Side, there is only the Force (Grey Jedi Code).