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Fragments

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Fragments: a Reylo fanfiction

Chapters: 2/?

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fanfiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11765374/1/Fragments

AO3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5940703

summary: 

He is in her dreams, as a child, a young boy, a broken man: all begging for her to end his pain. She does not realise that they are bound, and the dreams were not just dreams, but a call from the Light that still lived in the hearth of her enemy’s soul. They are fragments, fragments of the Light that fought to live within him. Fragments of the Darkness that sought to claim her.

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There was no denying that ‘till this day he still felt the pull of the Light. The Knight was ashamed to admit it, he feared the possibility that perhaps he would never be rid of its calling. There was still hope, hope to finally immerse himself in the Darkness that he was destined for. It was within him, a chasm that grew each time he used its power. Though slow to work, it was most definitely succeeding in snuffing out the Light that clenched at his heart. The white flame was soft and small, a tender hearth that Leia Organa forced into his body when he was an infant. It was a strong little thing, he wondered how the woman had enough power to put something so tiny yet so powerful within him.

He absentmindedly ran his hand along the scar that ran from the left corner of his forehead to the edge of his right cheekbone, feeling the raised skin that formed over the laceration. If he had just been strong enough, the Knight might have been able to heal the wound himself, but he was weakened by a fever he caught from the freezing cold of Starkiller base. For a reason unknown to him, his spirit was more unwilling than his own flesh. ’You deserve more pain than this.’ a voice whispered at the back of his head that night as he lay unconscious on the medical table of their starship. He knew it was his own, it was the voice of the flame that Leia Organa placed inside of him.

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The Disappearance of Ben Solo

wandering-scavenger:

Reylo fanfiction

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: T, rating may change to M

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Fanfiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11786304/1/The-Disappearance-of-Ben-Solo

Archive of Our Own

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5991400/chapters/13767256

summary:

He had no memories, no name but the one he woke up to: Ben Solo. They would never know what it meant to fear the name he once went by, never gasp in pain at the feel of his lightsaber through their chests, never fear him. The world he knew no longer existed, in here he was everything he should have been. But there is someone missing, along with the scar that marked him as hers.

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A voice, so loud and so filled with joy and so familiar. His eyes flew up in an instant, and they came in contact with wide brown ones that brimmed with tears at their corners. The woman raised her hand to his face, brushing her aged fingers against his cheek. He was suddenly taken back to a time when he felt a larger, more callused hand caressed his face. It took no more than a second for him to react in defence, his power immediately sending the woman flying against the wall. His heart was pounding, he could hear it himself, and he wondered if she could hear it too. She stared at him; arms pinned to the wall, her were eyes filled with nothing but forgiveness and love. Hatred burned in his chest, but something else stirred inside of him.

‘Calm down. You’re safe, you’re with me.’ there it is again, her voice—it’s in his head this time, pleading for him; it’s almost as soothing as her touch.

“Get out of my head.” he hissed; his throat was dry, as though he hadn’t spoken for months. His own voice sounded unused and out of practice, a strange jumble of words that spilled out of his parched mouth. He thought of his last memory prior to waking up, but his mind was a mess of different images that couldn’t be strung together in cohesion. Everything went blank before he managed to take notice of the person whose fist connected with his face, the dull ache of the pain throbbed in his head as he lay still once again.

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