Can you be shipping trash if you aren't positive you ship it? Either way, have a couple Reylo drabbles. :P (I took a lil liberty with the depth/workings of their bond. Fair warning.)

Yeah... I don't own Star Wars. Shocking, I know.

SSS

She feels the familiar pull, the ripple in reality as her mind- or maybe her spirit- abandons her own space.

"No. Not now."

The Force doesn't heed her protest any more than it ever has before. She closes her eyes, tries to will herself back to her own body. She doesn't want to see him right now. Doesn't want to listen to his smug superiority. Doesn't want to know that his mother's death means nothing to him.

It doesn't matter. When she opens her eyes, the room around her is all black and shiny metal, and Ren stands on the other side of the space with his back to her and his hands braced against the wall.

For a moment, fury fills Rey, burning through her and almost blurring away the grief. Then, just as suddenly, it all drains away.

He is shaking. The hands pressed against the wall are fisted, and the metal beneath them undulates and buckles. Around him, the lights flicker and pop and burst. His pain floods through the bond they share, swirling and blending with hers until she cannot tell which of them feels more broken.

Whatever his mother meant to him in life, in death, she is everything.

Ren doesn't react when Rey touches him. Doesn't even flinch, even though beneath her hands his body feels as real as if they weren't half a galaxy apart. For once, it doesn't even matter to her that he isn't wearing a shirt. All that matters is how solid he feels, how feverishly warm his skin is to the touch, how deep the anguish is between them.

A sob bubbles up from her chest as she leans in, presses her forehead to the space between his shoulder blades, wraps her fingers around his fists. She wonders bleakly if, in his heartbreak, he even realizes that she's there. That she can feel everything.

Tears slide down her cheek, fall to trace the valley of his spine. Very slowly, his fists uncurl. Then they clench back down, knuckles going white, with her fingers trapped securely between his.