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What if Rey succumbs to the Dark Side on Starkiller base and kills Kylo Ren? What if Kylo Ren, finally released from his pain, becomes a Force!ghost and haunts Rey as he tries to guide her back to the Light? What if they fall in love after death? What if Rey becomes pregnant with ghost!Kylo Ren's Force baby?

What if I wrote this prompt immediately???

OMG PLEASE DO!!!

Yeah I need this.

Dying had not been on the agenda but he had underestimated her yet again. And been injured and angry and too compromised to think straight. Mostly, he didn't want to kill her and so she'd killed him. A fair deal, he supposed. But she had been angrier than him on his darkest days and so the darkness had consumed them both. It had been what he'd wanted. Until Luke Skywalker's lightsaber had cut through his chest.

(It had belonged to him in his heart, he knew, but he'd never meant it literally.)

Dying came easy. In death there was a hell of light and the image of his father and his grandfather and other faces that he knew through legend and myth and the occasional vision. He was one of them now, returned to a plane of consciousness that overlooked action and saw only intent. And in that realm too came the shock of forgiveness.

You were never meant for this, his father said. Even as you did it, I knew.

Mother, Ben thought.

She knows. Anakin smiled. I can feel her.

I can feel her, too, he thought. And Rey. Please not Rey.

A disturbance in the Force. An awakening. It had started with a bright flash of light and then a shadow had descended.

Snoke had his sights set on her. A new apprentice more reliable and more susceptible and more powerful than the last. No, Ben thought. It felt a horrible waste of his life and potential and of a life more deserving than his.

There were ways to breech beyond the realms, to return and communicate with the living. He communed with the masters of past millennia who showed him how. In this place, time was immaterial. Years of study could pass in moments. He had meditated for a thousand years in the days that she had traveled to reach his uncle; enough time for him to understand what is was he had to do.

Rey.

In her dreams she waited for him. In her nightmares she slayed him again and again and her friend, the wayward stormtrooper, and his mother and his uncle, and sometimes he killed her. The nightmares came more often than the dreams and he could feel another presence that he knew, the odorless invisible trace of his former master.

It was strange how little time they had spent around each other and yet a bond had formed and a familiarity had hovered in the backs of their minds like they had always known each other. He had wanted to teach her but, like the old cliché, she'd been the one to teach him. A valuable and irrevocable lesson it seemed. It was time to repay the favor.

Rey, wake up.

She stirred from the pallet in her lowly hut. To her these new surroundings were a luxury. It endeared her to him, all she had lost and never knew and how the simplest act of kindness or sense of comfort could mean so much. It had to be preserved, the light inside her, and the darkness controlled, for he knew more than most how the two coexisted.

"Ben?"

He did not know why she called him by that name but he responded from his place in the shadows.

"I'm here."

"This is a dream."

"No."

"But I can't see you."

He smiled. "Some padawan you make. Don't look with your eyes. There are other ways to see."

He watched as she frowned in displeasure at the teasing in his voice. His smile grew wider and went away just as fast as she sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. He could feel all that existed inside her surge and look around and beg for something, some way out, an understanding. She took deep breaths and the Force concentrated and her mouth fell open with a small, sweet gasp.

"I see you," she breathed and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey." She cried. "Are you real?"

"As real as you want me to be."

"Can you touch me?"

"I can try." He took a step closer. "If you'll let me."

She nodded. He crossed the short distance and hovered before her, his fingers reaching out to brush a tear that clung to her cheek. The tear did not move. Rey did not breathe but she looked at him and she laughed and cried more. It was something. It was everything. It was better than anything he had ever known during his short life and since his dying.

Ohhhh, what a great start!

"I should be at peace but I'm not. You haunt me," he admitted.

Rey reached out by her side and felt a strange, warm pressure against her hand. Ben lay next to her and if she turned her head she could see his outline. He was there and she could feel him. It was more than she could've hoped for. The grief and guilt had taken her by surprise. The death of Han and Finn's injuries and her lust to avenge them had made drawing blood seem simple, made his death seem desirable. It would make her powerful, a strange voice had said. And then he'd fallen and she'd felt the Force cry out and something had changed. She was charged and ripped apart like the wounds she had inflicted on his body. Maybe this was how he'd felt in life. She'd hoped that now he was at peace since she could no longer feel the same way.

"Please—"

"It's not what you think. I'm not tormented like before. I understand who I am."

"And who are you?"

"I am yours."

Tears fell too easily these days. She closed her eyes and felt his presence brush against her face.

"I miss my flesh," he whispered. "I am weak even in this realm, envious and bitter."

"I am weaker," she said. "I am sorry."

"I forgive you." She felt a pressure against her chest, her breasts aching in response. The sensation moved lower. Her thighs squeezed together as heat and tension built up. "I forgive myself. Will you touch yourself for me?" Her hand responded. "Let me feel what you feel." Pleasure rippled out from her core to her skin. She felt molten and weightless. "Do you think of me like this?"

"Yes," she said.

"I know you. Do not fear the darkness or the light. I am here in the spaces where they meet. I am always with you."

"Yes," she said. Yes. Please do not leave me. Do not go. I need you. I'm scared and something calls and I feel myself falling. Will you catch me, please? Will you hold me? Please don't go; don't leave me—

"Ben!"

Rey woke up. Another nightmare. Or maybe a beautiful dream. She no longer knew the difference, could no longer tell when she was awake or asleep. She could not confide in Master Skywalker. He might send her away. She would be cast out, a failure, when she had failed so much already.

I can help you.

That voice again.

Don't be afraid, child. The Jedi does not know your plight. Does not see your conflict. But I understand.

All this pain, she thought. Did he feel it too? How could he live like this?

I can take it and turn you into something stronger.

Yes, she thought. Show me. She reached out through the Force. Whoever you are, if you can hear me, help me please.

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