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Summary: After recently arriving to Ahch-To with Rey, you train with her in the ways of the Force.
Characters: Jedi Reader x Rey
Word Count: 1.7k words
Warnings: None
A/N: I hope you enjoy this piece!
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
The brightened rays of the overarching sunlight faded slowly into the hut you shared with Rey. You took the floor with your mat, while you let her sleep above you with a solid foundation for her bedding. It was the least you could do, given she’d flown you all the way here to Ahch-To to practice in the ways of the Force with her. During your travel through hyperspace, she’d reluctantly told you of how much her heart was hurting to have left Jakku behind, but she felt a presence within her call her forward to find Luke Skywalker. You, hoping to show her your consideration for her feelings, decided to go along with the mission at hand. You listened as she told you of the feeling she’d had, of knowing being alone from a young age, but grateful she could confide in you for support. You willingly offered it to her, and in return, she was grateful.
Now, you awoke peacefully to the arrival of dawn as the sunlight managed to filter its way in through the cracks in the rock-work of the hut. Rey was still sleeping peacefully, and you took in this moment to walk outside to admire the rising suns. Your head was pounding, however, given the not-so-comfortable living conditions of attempting to sleep on the hard ground. You didn’t want to complain, but you couldn’t help scratching your head in distaste for the low comfort level of your night of sleep.
You watched Luke as he walked out from his own hut, eager to get his day started, but you looked back inside your own to where Rey was now beginning to toss and turn. You saw that once you had let the door remain open, rays of light were shining in and you ran quickly to shut it. However, the door had other plans; the squeaking of the metal let Rey’s eyes flutter open and closed repeatedly as she made sense of her surroundings. You winced, blinking rapidly as she took in your silhouetted form against the sun, and she smiled.
“You’re already up?”
“I… couldn’t sleep as well as you,” you admitted.
“I’m sorry, I should have slept on the ground and let you sleep here,” she commented, and you quickly changed your pace of speaking.
“No! No, no, it’s okay Rey,” you came up beside her, looking her in the eyes to show her you meant every word, “it’s okay, really. Sleeping there was as comfortable as it could be… I didn’t want you to lose any more sleep.”
She looked you over, and gently smiled.
“Thank you, then. I guess I owe you now.”
“Owe me?”
“For coming along, for showing me I don’t have to be alone… for offering me kindness.”
You couldn’t help the surprised expression your mouth now showed as your jaw dropped. Kindness was all you hoped to give to her, and here she was, making it seem as foreign as any emotion.
“Oh, Rey, you don’t owe me anything. I promise you that. I wanted to come along. If I hadn’t, I would not have sounded so eager talking with Leia before we left.”
“You were eager to travel somewhere unknown with me?”
“Of course,” you added, realizing you may have sounded too forward, so you quickly bit your tongue.
“I have an idea of something we could do.”
“Okay…” you warily agreed, but her grin made up for all the uncertainty as she quickly grabbed your hand.
“Let’s go see Luke, and ask him if he can train us.”
“Train us? You heard him yesterday - he seemed to not want anything to do with the Jedi!”
“Yes, but, he seemed willing to at least show us the ways of the Force, if nothing else,” she commented, and you sighed in understanding.
No matter how uncertain Luke must have appeared, Rey’s optimism completed your balance of worry. She was willing to take any and all chances to achieve her goals, if it meant getting the answers she so desperately needed.
“Let’s go talk to him.”
“Okay,” you said, pulling her up from her mat and walking to where Luke was now waiting - as if he knew what you had both planned.
“I’ll be ready soon,” he said upon greeting both of you, “make your way up to the temple.”
“Thank you,” you quickly told him, and he turned around.
“For what?”
“For being willing to teach us, even if you’re uncertain.”
Your words were nothing short of honest, and you believed you’d caught a glimmer of trust in Luke’s gaze as he looked you and Rey over, before walking up the hill to his hut once more.
Grabbing Rey’s hand, you both walked up to the temple, eyeing the landscape as the wind made the flowers float, and the Porgs stood tall and proud, flapping their wings as they squared with joy.
“It’s so… peaceful here,” Rey said, smiling. You appreciated the happiness she seemed to convey, even if in moments like these it was only temporary. Training in the ways of the Force was to be a new experience for the both of you, and your understanding of this was laden with worry. This worry was only sparked because just as Rey had, you also had only recently become accustomed to feeling the presence of the Force. Yet, much like Rey, you were hoping to learn more by someone of greater experience and justification on the subject matter at hand.
“You’re right, it is peaceful. Can you feel that… the wind?”
“I love it,” Rey said, looking up over the valley and into the ocean below. “I’ve never known there’s this much water in the entire galaxy.”
You quickly looked to her… knowing she meant it. Her shock and her awe in the beauty of the island only emphasized for you how much you hoped to help her in learning the ways of the Force, even if it was for a short while, according to Luke.
“We’re almost to the top, I see the temple,” you told her, pointing to a large structure overlooking the ocean.
“Good, my legs are beginning to hurt.”
“But we’ve barely walked,” you said to her, chuckling.
“I know, but it’s so steep,” she commented, and you both laughed.
Finally, you made your way inside the temple, where you heard a soft splash of water from rain in the previous night as Luke made his way inside behind you.
“Are you both ready?”
“Yes,” you both answered in unison, chuckling as you did so.
Rey’s incessant giddiness to learn the Force made it all the more certain for you to want to learn it, too. Holding your head high, you knew you would be willing to keep your mind open if it meant even the slightest chance of learning something new, and gaining knowledge of any sort.
“Come over here, and sit down, facing the ocean,” Luke instructed. You followed his guidance, as both you and Rey sat down on the ledge overlooking the water lapping at the rocks below.
“What can you sense?”
His question left you with confusion.
“Sense?” You asked him, bewildered.
“I want you to relax, breathe, and reach out with your feelings. Grab onto anything you can sense,” he told you, and you obeyed, as you watched Rey close her eyes to assume the mantle of relaxation.
All at once a calm feeling washed over you. The wind that had crept over the valley was making its way upwards toward you, as you could feel the breeze blow the salty spray of the waves below crashing up to the surface in unison with your breaths. You began to slow your breathing, inhaling and exhaling as necessary, but not as quickly as when you’d begun. The calmness spread from the tips of your fingers inward, reaching what felt to be your heart, and lifting your spirits emotionally. You snuck a quick glance to Rey, who appeared to be sharing in the calm feeling.
“What do you sense?” Luke asked again, looking between the both of you.
“I sense… life,” Rey answered, and you closed your eyes as you took in your senses surrounding you. You could smell the salt in the air from the water below, and the way the grass smelled fresh from the wind.
“I sense… death, and hardship,” you told them both, rather earnestly.
“Good, there is a balance,” Luke admitted, sharing small glances between you both as he also breathed in quietly, but never shut his eyes completely. He was observing, and rightfully so, as your breathing quickened its pace and you felt yourself begin to grasp for air. It seemed as though Rey was doing the same, because audible gasps were heard from the both of you as you managed to grip onto the rocky surface below you to stabilize you.
“What is it?” Luke asked, concerned.
“I sense darkness,” you told him.
“Darkness, yes, but you cannot give into it. It will consume you.”
His warning rang true as you felt a quick grip on your hand, and then all of the hurt, the pain, the suffering you’d felt within your heart and in the natural world around you, stopped. All that was left, remained peaceful and hopeful as when you had begun your training, and you noticed the way a soft hand traced over your knuckle, soothing your worries. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Rey, who appeared to weakly smile to you. Her hand was still atop your own, and you smiled as you mouthed a thank you to her. She’d helped to reassure you… using the Force above all else. Her calmness radiated around you both, and settled any remnants of nerves left building themselves up in your heart.
“You both did well,” Luke commented, “you felt the Force, both in its Light and Dark sides. You fell into the Darkness, but Rey helped to pull you both back to the Light. You did well, for this first lesson.”
You watched as Luke walked between the both of you, making you break your hand contact, but your eyes never left Rey’s as she smiled to you.
“Thank you for helping me, Rey,” you told her, meaning every word.
“You would have done the same for me,” she commented, and you smiled, knowing she was right.
Hello there! I would love it if you could write something for Rey? It’s a platonic relationship and they share a bond. One day, she shows ray her baby pictures after telling her about how tiny she was when she was born.
Childhood Memories
Characters: Rey x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 682
Warnings: None
A/N: Requested by @thefandomnetworkingchannel-32:
Here you go! Thank you for your request - I hope you enjoy this! I made it into a more “modern” alternate universe - I hope that was okay! It was fun getting to imagine being friends with Rey in a more modern setting.
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“Good morning Rey, how are you doing?”
The girl just laughed as she sat next to you on the couch of the apartment you shared. You were getting ready to move out and find your own place, and Rey, having become friends with you attending the same school, allowed you to stay with her until you could find a suitable living space for yourself. She appeared to be watching the television, save for anything truly interesting on, as she flipped from channel to channel.
“I’m just looking through the news right now… nothing interesting it seems.”
“Okay, well, let me know when you find something,” you told her, smiling in her direction as she huffed.
“Will do,” she added next to you, the clicking of the remote beginning to fill your ears as you scuffed the edge of the box next to the couch.
“Dang,” you added, looking at the tear that was beginning to settle its way into the frame of the cardboard.
“What is it?” Rey asked, suddenly stopping her boredom to look at you.
“This box, it’s damaged.”
“Hey, I can go to the store and get another one if you need it,” she offered.
“Thank you, Rey, but if I add some tape, it should stay together,” you told her, kindly smiling from her offer.
Rummaging through the kitchen cupboards and nearing the living room table, you found packing tape, the clear adhesive shining from the reflection of the interior lights.
“Here, I’ve got the tape,” you told Rey, and she stood to make sure she could hold the box down while you assembled the tape around the torn edges.
Just before you closed the box, the interior lights reflected again on a small sliver of paper.
“What’s this?” Rey asked you, pulling the paper out from the box.
You smiled as you realized what it was - a photo of you from your childhood.
“It’s me, or rather me as a baby,” you corrected yourself.
“Aww! You’re so small,” Rey commented, smiling as she did so.
Having her as a friend allowed the both of you to always open up to one another, and this was one of those times.
“I forgot I had this photo, it must have gotten packed in with my childhood items,” you told her, genuinely curious as to how you had it.
“Or your mother sent it?” Rey asked, grinning.
“What? My mother sent it?”
“When she found out you were moving away, she forwarded some of your home items to me. Your picture must have been in the package.”
“How did I not notice it before?”
“Well, she wanted it to be kept a secret until you left, but you just had to ruin the box, silly!” she said, laughing, and you smiled at her.
“Rey, that’s very kind of you to keep it, thank you.”
Your words were honest, as you plopped down on the couch next to her in order to talk over the photo with her.
“My mother always told me I was small for a baby…”
“That you were,” she giggled and you playfully smacked her arm.
“Oh, be quiet Rey!”
Yet you both laughed, and she smiled as she held your photo in her hands.
“I never knew much about your childhood, but this photo is a keeper.”
“I can make a copy if you’d like something to remember me by.”
“No, you take it, after all, you’re only moving down the block,” she told you, handing the photo back to you.
“Touché,” you said, rolling your eyes that she had to yet again remind you of how you were moving “away,” but not too far.
“Well, that settles it, you officially have the smallest weight of a baby I’ve never seen… too bad I don’t have any photos to compete with.”
“This is not a competition,” you said, laughing.
“Well, if it was, you’d win.”
Together you and Rey laughed into the afternoon before you would move out in the coming weekend, and you spent the rest of the day going over your favorite childhood memories.
Summary: You and Rey are on Pasaana, and Rey begins to sense danger. However, you trust her enough to follow her lead.
Characters: Rey x Reader
Word Count: 614
Warnings: None
A/N: I hope you enjoy this piece! Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
“Rey! Where are you going?”
You could barely keep up with her. She was running so fast across the sands of Pasaana, it seemed only fitting you were losing your breath in the midst of trying to follow her.
“I can sense something,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind beginning its daily rate of picking up in speed and sound.
“I don’t understand,” you admitted, your gaze uncertain of where to lay among her features as the two of you finally stopped near the center of the valley. Of course she seemed just as unsettled as you; her mind laid waste to fear at times of need, but now… now was not one of those times.
“What do you sense?”
You tried to ask her this, to plead her to speak to you in an open-minded setting. It wasn’t like her to be this nervous, but in a similar frame of mind, she seemed more open.
“I sense… darkness.”
“Darkness?”
“Yes, get back to the shelter,” she began, looking in your direction, “I can’t afford to lose you.”
She came over to you, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before she whipped around, saber ignited, to face what was approaching in front of her.
Although the valley was barren, that hadn’t stopped both of you from venturing out into the open in search of what troubled Rey. On edge, she was always ready to do anything to protect those around her. It seemed only fair you could hope to watch out for her wellbeing in return. However, you knew just as well as she, that you should follow her lead and her “orders” in the wake of any imminent threat. You watched her features change momentarily, her shoulders tense and become more square with each inhale and exhale from her lungs. You turned to do what she asked, before taking a last look in her direction. She looked prepared for something you could not sense, but you trusted her, as she trusted you. The blue blade of her lightsaber sprang to life, its hum evidently growing more pronounced than the wind.
“Rey, what will you do?”
“I’ll buy us some time.”
“Please… be careful,” the words coming out as whispers from your mouth.
“I will,” she promised you, only turning her head to face you.
Your trust in her was certain; it never faded and it never lessened. The winds began to pick up speed again, dusting over your own tunic as the white of Rey’s became laced with a light brown from the sand.
“You’re everything to me, you know. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Her voice carried the promise of a thousand truth-filled statements, and each word uttered meant more than the last. Actions spoke louder then words to some, but to Rey, they equally were worth it. By protecting you, she was able to protect the peace that Jedi strove for, and her appreciation of you proved her willingness to do so.
“To me, you’re everything, too, Rey. Always.”
Cresting over the rocky dunes, you took one last look at the white of her tunic as she prepped for any incoming danger, and you headed back to the shelter you shared. With each step up the hill, you began thinking her words over, and every promise you had made to her this far. Coming from Jakku, she’d only known hardship, and now, you meant more to her than you knew, as your equality in your appreciation of one another spurred many moments of promises such as these. Carefully, you left the safety of her presence, but smiled as you never forgot her promises.
Summary: While training in the forest on Ajan Kloss, Rey injures you. Rey, feeling terrible, realizes she can make it up to you by healing you.
Characters: Rey x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k words
Warnings: None, aside from mentions of an injury.
A/N: Based on the previous story, and my head-canon of learning Force healing with Rey, I wanted to make this piece on my inspiration from these two works! I hope you enjoy it!
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
“Rey! Stop!”
You were trying to get your girlfriend to stop meandering around the forest floor, but of course it was no use - she was in a training trance. Her footwork was remarkable for a quick learner to the Force, but you felt your vibro-blades could persist faster than her lightsaber. You had thought wrong. With each swift movement of your feet, your balance was placed proportionally opposite to hers, giving you less time to calculate your next move than she had.
Her saber ran into the ground, heating the soil as it skimmed the forest floor too quickly to dodge its next motion - moving towards you. Because Rey was wearing her helmet to block her vision, it was evident she hadn’t realized her own anger was beginning to fuel her further and faster.
“Rey!”
She was too focused. Her movements were precise and efficient, swinging left, then right, and continuing upward in a repetitive motion. As the blade swung from the ground upwards towards you, you were quick to try and move. However, you felt the heat flash across your skin momentarily as the blade made contact with your tunic, prodding your newly exposed flesh to turn dark in color momentarily. You fell backwards, your feet skimming the ground faster than you could find balance and it was painful. The feeling of the heat singeing your skin did not let up as the moments passed. You had landed harshly on the ground, the thud of your movement the only indication to Rey how hard she had struck you.
“No.. oh no… no!”
Her next movements were a blur to you. You couldn’t make out the feeling of her hands touching your face so gently you were uncertain they were truly there. Her fingers ghosted across your cheeks gingerly. It was the pain, the uncertainty, and the hardship of rectifying her mistake which made her certain she would do her diligence to not let it happen again. You winced as she tried to pull you closer to her to examine your wound. Although the blade had struck you, the heat made it cauterize, but it was no less harmful to your nerves.
“Love, can you hear me? Oh no… I am so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”
With each new passage of momentary time, Rey was quick to place a kiss between your forehead, your nose, and your lips in the hopes you would wake up.
“Please wake up, please.”
Her words cut through the silence sharper than the pain. She was in pain, all because you were. You tried to open your eyes, but your lids felt heavy. The impact of the rock-laden ground had surely not allowed you a soft landing, and your head was making up for it. Rey began to breathe in and breathe out. She remembered the way Leia had helped to teach her the calmness of the Force, and allowed her a moment’s notice to take in your breathing and your soft features, aside from the injury. It was one of the only moments she had time to do so. Now, she was certain she wouldn’t take it for granted.
“What have I done?”
Hot liquid began to form at the corners of her eyes, and pain wrangled itself in her voice. Her words began to cut through the silence, but in ways, they stopped partly before they could be spoken aloud. You could feel the pressure around your body being held close to her, and the warmth of her exposed skin to yours around her sleeveless tunic. The way her fingers brushed against your cheeks and the tears began to fall silently from her eyes, landing on the bridge of your nose as she placed a careful kiss on your forehead. Although you felt weary, the sensations of her physical affection were not going unnoticed. You were weak, but you began to lift your arms to hold her closer to you.
“Oh, you’re okay, you’re okay,” she whispered in your ear, rocking you in her embrace. It was so kind, and so gentle; it was so her. You loved her for this, for the way her kindness would radiate around her in situations where anything went wrong. Now, she was showing this to you once more.
“I’m okay, it’s okay,” you managed to whisper back to her, although your voice was weak from the shock of landing hard.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you. I should never have put the helmet on. I shouldn’t have done that-”
“Rey… don’t think like that,” you said to her calmly.
You wanted to get the point across to her that no matter how focused she had become, you still loved her, and cared for her deeply.
“I was too focused, I was too… angry.”
“Anger is valid, Rey, especially during this time,” you told her.
“I… I think I can help you feel better,” she noted.
You were skeptical, however, as she laid her hand on the injury you held before her. You felt a slight pressure begin to form where the injury had occurred, and the pressure had begun to grow. From a slight tingle in the beginning, the pressure was becoming more pronounced the more you noticed her focus returning. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, before letting out her deep breath as the pain dissipated slightly from your body. You saw the way her brows furrowed, the way her lips twitched in a moment of anticipation, and the way she seemed to smile as what you noticed next came true: the pain was disappearing quickly, replaced by the pressurized sensation dissipating the larger Rey smiled.
“There,” Rey said, looking you deeply in the eyes.
You smiled thoughtfully as you looked down to where the injury had been, but a scar was now wrapped around the tightly-bound skin and no abrasion was spotted.
“You… healed me?”
“It’s the least I can do,” Rey stated.
Her words were kind, and you knew she meant them wholeheartedly.
“Thank you, Rey.”
“With everything in me, I will do my best to look out for you next time.”
“Rey, it’s okay. Sometimes, accidents do happen, and we can learn from them.”
“I know, but I need to get my anger in check.”
“Rey, I love you, and feeling stress, especially now, is okay. Please,” you told her, kissing her softly, “know that I will always love you, no matter what.”
“I love you too. I will always love you, in injury and health.”
“In injury and health,” you promised her, and you knew you both would always keep this promise.
Summary: You’re entranced by Rey’s mechanical knowledge on D’Qar, and she in return is flattered.
Characters: Rey x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k words
Warnings: mentions of a slight injury.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this piece!
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
The rolling hills and mountainous valleys were laden with fog in every direction. You didn’t know where to go or who to see next as the Resistance was gearing up for more patrol missions to the Base - Starkiller Base. You’d dreaded the mention of the name of such a horrendous planet. After all, it was capable of destroying other systems! There was, without a doubt, uncertainty among the crowd of Resistance fighters surrounding you. Leia wore her outfit of choice in General attire, fulfilling the “Leader” role nicely, but you knew of her royal past, and her regality was still shining at times. You watched her carefully calculate movements and map data on the star charts day after day, but today seemed different - she was meandering around the base and patrolling different carts of items to be loaded onto transport ships for other areas in need of the resources.
“Leia, are you alright?”
You came up beside her quickly and efficiently.
“Yes, but I have a bad feeling.”
“When do you not?”
A voice came up behind you, and you sneered at the overly-sarcastic pilot - Poe.
“Poe, Leia’s not doing well, and you're not helping,” you told him, sticking your tongue out at him in defiance of his words. Leia looked between the both of you, uncertain of what to say next or where to go.
“Can you both take care of the base here if I travel to Rugosa? I know it’s been a long while from the last time I’ve left the base, but we received word from our planetary scouts that, given Rugosa is the nearest planet, resources are dwindling for our patrols.”
“We will. I promise, Leia.”
You hit Poe lightly on the shoulder, and he scoffed at you.
“I’ll have you know, if it was down to me or you, I’d be in charge.”
“Quiet, Dameron, she asked both of us.”
“Fine, fine!”
Poe put his hands up in the air defensively before walking away. Leia then turned to you with a small smile turning the corners of her mouth upward ever-so-slightly.
“I’d like for you to go to the docking bay and help load these crates onto the ship. Can you do that for me, please?”
“Of course, Leia,” you responded, and she pulled you in for a hug.
“Poe would think it's tough luck I asked you, but he suggested it earlier.”
“He did?”
“He regards you, highly, if it is any consolation.”
Her voice was warm and comforting as she spoke, allowing you to gain a sense of relief.
“Trust me, Leia, it is. For what it’s worth, it is. Can you thank him for me?”
“Of course,” Leia expressed, and you smiled at her before she continued, “and I will have a team prepped with you in order to make sure the materials get onto the ship correctly.”
“Thank you, Leia.”
“You’re welcome.”
You kindly thanked her for allowing you to gain some perspective in helping out, and as you left your post beside her, you made your way near one of the transport ships docked on the ground.
“How many crates do we need, Poe?”
Poe had come up beside you to help as a few pilots aided him in carrying the crates inside.
“It says here,” he began as he checked the datapad, “we need to send them at least 10 crates full of food. Leia will take care of the politics, but we’ll help her with the materials.”
“Agreed,” you told him, nodding.
You watched him move out of the way as one of the pilots, Snap, greeted him.
“Poe, we have the food.”
“Thanks, Snap, that’ll come in handy. Can you load it in?” Poe asked, turning to you for confirmation.
“Sure thing,” you told him.
Grabbing one of the crates and letting it hover over the ground slightly, you attempted to pull it up inside of the ship, but it got lodged in the ramp’s frame where it would bend to retract inward.
“Hey, Poe I-”
“Here, I’ve got it,” Poe said, pushing the other end.
“No Poe, if you do that, you’ll push me backwards,” you tried to tell him, but he wasn’t paying attention.
“Okay, almost, and-”
All at once the weight sent you flying backward into the ship’s main hallway, and you landed with a thud on your head.
“Oh! Are you alright?”
A higher voice came to your aid as the back of your head began to throb, and you silently wished you could meet the owner of the voice in better circumstances as she came into view. Her hair was tied in 3 ornate buns, and her attire was neither Resistance pilot nor assist to Leia like yours. She seemed new, as you realized when looking into her eyes, you had not seen her here before. Her eyes were brown, you noticed, but what caught your attention most of all, was the way her voice matched her facial expression. Her face was twisted into a pained appearance as she had rushed to your side quickly to check on you. She looked you up and down, examining you in a way, and you stared at her as best you could as she did so.
“I’m… okay,” you managed to whisper, but the throbbing in your head hurt you. “My head just hurts now.”
You tried laughing it off in a way, smiling if that offered consolation to her, but she still seemed worried.
“You fell hard,” she spoke softly, and as if instinctually, she tried to place her hand where you held your head. It stung at her skin touching your scalp, but what worried you was the crimson color on her fingers as she pulled them away. Blood.
“Oh… that’s not good.”
You let the panic show in your voice, which would explain not only the throbbing, but the sudden fatigue and why your body felt weak moments ago. It had all happened so fast, you’d become unable to register these sudden changes.
“Hey, Poe?”
You weakly called out to him and he came running up the ramp as if he knew something was wrong. Given his assumptions were answered correctly, he looked between the two of you, and slightly chuckled.
“Poe, this isn’t funny, I’m hurt!”
“I know, I know, but I didn’t think I’d live to see the day where you need someone’s help.”
“You’re going to need someone’s help if you don’t stay quiet and get me supplies,” you told him, and he then silenced himself. As much as the both of you bantered, it was friendly and familial in nature, but you knew that he knew you meant what you said. You didn’t like feeling picked on, and he knew sometimes his sarcasm could be misinterpreted.
“Can you get me some supplies, please?” The girl asked, looking to Poe and slightly smiling. “Anything can help, but bandages if you have them.”
“I’ll check with the General, I’ll be right back,” he said, running down the ramp and out into the open to meet with Leia.
“I’m sorry you’re hurt,” the girl said.
She spoke softly and gently, and you were thankful she hadn’t just left you where you lay - she genuinely seemed to want to help.
“It’s okay, sometimes things like this happen with Poe and I. It wouldn’t be the first time,” you commented, and she opened her mouth slightly.
“Oh… do you two know one another?”
“Yes, but it isn’t anything romantic. He’s my best friend, and I owe him my life for saving me before I arrived here.”
You tried to move, get up, or do anything to get out of the slump with where you were laying, but the girl stopped you suddenly.
“Hey, don’t move, you’ll hurt yourself further.”
“You don’t seem like someone with medical knowledge…”
You were ashamed the comment had left your mouth when you saw her furrow her brows.
“I don’t know much, but I know I can help take care of an injury. Years on Jakku taught me how,” she admitted, and you looked into her eyes as she looked at the floor.
“You’re not from here?”
“No. I recently arrived, and I’m glad I did.”
You thought you were dreaming when her eyes met yours as she spared you no expense in her admittance of her joy. It was written all through her gaze if it wasn’t already plainly aware from her facial expression.
“What were you doing on this ship?”
“I had a… feeling to come here,” she stated, looking back into the main compartment with the pilot’s controls. Having fallen in the main hallway, you’d landed right outside the control room where she must have previously been standing.
“A feeling?”
You couldn’t help the intrigue lacing your tone as you asked her the question.
“I get them sometimes,” she told you, as you smiled at her in a sense of bewilderment.
“Did you get a feeling I would fall right before I did?”
“No, not quite… It doesn’t always work like that,” she chuckled lightly and that made you smile in hearing her voice returning to a more lighthearted tone. You were happy you could feel relaxed in her presence, as it was much different than you’d felt earlier in the morning.
“Well, thank you for helping me.”
“The way I see it, I’m glad I was here. If I hadn’t been fixing the hyperdrive, I would not have been able to help.”
“The hyperdrive?”
Your voice rose an octave as you placed emphasis on your bewilderment.
“The hyperdrive was damaged. It’s a good thing I came when I did, or you would have been stuck here without a way to leave the planet.”
“You fixed the hyperdrive?”
“Life on Jakku, it wasn’t always easy, but I managed to learn how to scavenge.”
Her admittance fell on deaf ears as her words went in one and out the other to you, as you still pondered how a young woman like herself could have made it this far in the galaxy with living on such a barren planet.
“As I said, something inside me told me to come here. I’m happy it did… I love the way you all live, and I hope I can learn more from you all moving forward.”
“When I get better, if Poe ever comes back, can you teach me a thing or two about mechanics? It’s amazing how you knew to fix it.”
You were surprised by the courage of asking the question, having only known her for less than an hour, but the kindness she was displaying to you made you know you could trust her instantaneously.
“I would love that,” she told you, and you smiled.
“Hey! I’m back, I’m back.” Poe was breathless as he ran into the ship and nearly tripped over the compartment he’d pushed inside.
“Good, I was worried,” you snickered at him and he rolled his eyes.
“Here, it’s some bacta-spray. It should clean up the wound within the hour.”
Poe noted this as he handed the girl the vial of liquid with a small dispenser to spray it with.
“Thanks, Poe,” you said to him, and he nodded as he looked back to you, winking when the girl hadn’t noticed.
You rolled your eyes at him that time, until the girl looked at you with a slightly uncomfortable expression.
“This will hurt,” she said to you as she looked behind your head to assess your wounds once more.
“It’s okay, I can take it.”
You tilted your head to the side to give her better access to the wound, and you couldn’t help the flinching your muscles did as she began to spray the liquid. It stung, but the pain ebbed and flowed once she’d finished.
“There, that should help.”
“Thank you… I’m sorry, I never asked for your name.”
“I’m Rey,” she said enthusiastically.
“Rey, it’s nice to meet you. Although I wish it had been under better circumstances.”
“I’m glad to have met you, too, given the circumstances.”
“Without you, I would have been a goner if I’d let Poe take care of me.”
“He seems nice,” Rey said, and smiled larger as she noticed you scoff.
“He is kind, and he is nice, but sometimes he doesn’t get his head out of the cockpit.”
“That’s disappointing.”
“Tell me about it,” you said, rolling your eyes and smiling.
“As I said, I love the way you all live, banter and all. Thank you for welcoming me here,” Rey told you, and you looked at her in all seriousness as you replied, “You’re welcome, Rey. I’m happy I met you, and we’ll always welcome you here. Always.”
Summary: You see Carol once again fixing her Fighter Jet, unaware a new mission is in store for the both of you.
Characters: Carol Danvers x Reader
Word Count: 944
Warnings: Possible plot spoilers for Captain Marvel.
A/N: This is my first time writing for Carol/Captain Marvel, if you want to see more, feel free to let me know! I hope you enjoy this piece.
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
“Carol, come down from there!”
It wasn’t until you watched the way she sulked down the ladder of the F-15 fighter jet, her hair tangled and knotted, she seemed pleased.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know, fixing it.”
She chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but feel happy at hearing her be happy.
“I just want to be up there.”
“I know you do. Talk to Lawson, she’ll get you the best seat in the house to fly those... Maria told me.”
“What is Maria going off on this time? She knows as well as I do, we can’t fly them yet.”
“So why are you fixing it then?”
You questioned her comically. Her only resolve to be out there in the sky, was seemingly working to fix the very same fighters she wouldn’t be allowed to use.
“Do you think she’ll let you fly one day?”
“I hope so. I joined the Air Force to do something. I want to do something.”
“Let me guess - it’s your passion?”
“It is. You know it is.”
“Well... Maria needs some passion right about now, too; Monica’s getting out of hand she said.”
“Lieutenant Trouble, out of hand? You don’t say!”
You playfully swatted her arm for using Monica’s nickname. It was getting harder and harder for both Carol and Maria to be unable to fly. That’s all they wanted... a step in the right direction. You’d promised Carol that one day, she could see that promise come to fruition. Even as you looked at her, her hair slightly blowing in the wind, it was becoming clearer that with each step taken in the right direction, it felt like one was being taken backwards alongside it, leaving us both unmoving. For every man who got stuck inside the fighter jet, a woman was left off the drawing pile. It pained Carol, but it pained you more - her dream was being wiped out from beneath her, written and drawn over by everyone else’s expectations. She was being rewritten before her very eyes, into the cold hearted woman the men viewed her as. Some days, it would show more often if the pilots picked on her, but other days, she wouldn’t care what they had to say. She would have fun, let go, and laugh. You hoped she could always feel that free, just as she was feeling right now. It was evident by the dimples in her smile, and the way her eyes seemed to glisten as the sun caught on them. She was more relaxed now than she’d been all day, and you were happier to see her in this fresh state of mind.
“Do you think you’ll get promoted?”
You wished the question hadn’t left your mouth... yet it did.
You saw the way Carol quickly whipped her head in your direction, her eyes flashing a pained glance.
“To be honest, I don’t know what’s in store for me. Even tomorrow is undecided. But hey,” she said looped her arm into mine, “that means we can continue to make today whatever we want it to be.”
“Look at you, all optimistic - that’s my job.”
Taking charge of the situation, she smiled.
“Let’s go see Maria and Lawson.”
“I second that.”
You both walked back inside the hangar, where many of the male pilots stayed. You glanced at them, and although you were granted access to the base even though you were not military, that placed even more of a target on my back. The first day Carol had brought you here, you were being catcalled left and right. It was hard to adjust to that kind of misogyny in the form of endearment, and you tried your hardest to shrug it off. It wasn’t always successful, but Carol made attempts to dissuade the situation as best as possible. You smiled now as you saw Maria and Doctor Lawson looking at Carol and yourself walking arm in arm.
“Well if it isn’t the two lovebirds.”
Maria chuckled as you went to hug her and shake hands with Lawson.
“Doctor. I saw the way Carol handled the quite, ahem, thorough cleaning of the fighter jet,” you started as you looked back at her, “and I was wondering, is it possible she can fly one in the coming weeks?”
“Well, if she’s ready, I have a project I’m finalizing for new recruits. It’s sort of a... tactical exercise in a way. Perfect for you workaholics, I’d say,” she stated, as she looked between Maria and Carol, “Danvers, if you want that spot, I’d say it’s yours unless someone else comes along.”
“Wait... really?”
Both you and Carol looked to one another and you grinned widely. Her dreams were coming true! Just like that!
“Yes, really, cadets. I trust your instincts will be intact for when I call on you?”
“Yes, m’am.” Carol saluted to the Doctor in approval, and then stood at ease.
“Good. I’ll call on you soon, but for now, mull it over and get some rest. It will be a big trip, and you’ll need your energy.”
“Thank you, Lawson, it means a lot to her.” You said this to her confidently, and she nodded in consideration.
Walking away, you almost screamed in happiness as you hugged both Maria and Carol.
“Looks like you’ll be making a name for yourself, Carol.” Maria said, grinning. “Where’s your head at now?”
“Already back in the clouds.”
Carol responded and you laughed.
“Of course it is.”
“Yes... higher, further, faster, baby, that’s the motto.”
“That’s right,” you and Maria told her, smiling.
Your dreams were coming true, and adventure was now in store for all of you.
Summary: Rey is baffled you didn’t come home the previous night like you had originally promised. You were tired and frustrated, but that didn’t stop her from questioning what “promises” have meant to you.
Characters: Rey x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k words
Warnings: None, (angst/sadness if that counts).
A/N: I intend to be more active on this blog as time moves on. Using these smaller pieces as inspiration, I’m finding my writing groove once again! I hope you enjoy this piece.
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you feel like giving it!
“Listen… Why didn’t you come home last night? I waited for you out on the lake, but you didn’t return.”
“I couldn’t return, Rey. Please, you have to believe me. I was tired. I was restless. I couldn’t imagine going to sleep, so I had to let my energy out somehow.”
“How?”
“I worked in the Cantina.”
“You… worked in the Cantina?”
Her voice was low, solemn, even. You knew you’d possibly struck a nerve not coming back, but you felt it was worth it if you could provide making a living for the both of you.
“I can’t believe you did that. All without telling me.”
“Listen, Rey, you know I would only do something like this to help.”
“Help? You had me worried!”
She quickly flung her arms up in the air, and you stepped out of the way to avoid being struck by her gesture.
“There are days I think of losing you. I always hope that day never comes… but you go and do this, and you leave me alone. What else am I supposed to think?”
You hadn’t realized you’d made her this upset or saddened. It was out of sheer unwillingness to cooperate with your sleepless night that you’d settled on finding the hours of moonlight as the ideal time for labor. You watched her gaze travel over yours. Her eyes were soft, albeit saddened by the revelation of how much pain she’d felt she was in from your absence.
“Rey, I didn’t know you cared this much.”
“You wouldn’t know, you’re hardly around anymore.”
Her comment stung. You felt your heart begin to beat faster in the uncertainty of where she was headed with her emotional balance not-so-easily in check. You wanted to defend yourself, but your words stalled in your throat. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as she advanced closer.
“Why aren’t you around?”
Her voice was darker, and you could tell the subject pained her to mention.
“I-I want to provide for you, Rey. I want to provide for both of us. You mean too much to me to be someone I don’t care about. I wanted a new start, a fresh start, and I felt working was my only opportunity to do so.”
You felt the words begin to cram in your head as you tried to focus hard on being less defensive, and more on the supportive side.
“If you cared, you would always stay.”
“You can’t force me to stay, Rey, surely you see that. I can make my own choices just as well as you.”
“But what happens if I lose you? What happens if one day, you don’t return? What am I supposed to do then - forget about you?”
You saw the way she came across as struggling to correct her thoughts, or in the very least, process them.
“You won’t lose me, Rey, I promise.”
You reached for her shoulder, for her hand, any surface of skin you could quickly grasp to reassure her that her words truly meant something to you. Yet, she shrugged away your affection all the same. She was being stubborn no doubt, and that left a dent in your heart where your thoughts of hope would normally lay.
“You can’t make promises you aren’t able to keep.”
“Rey, please…”
You quickly grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. You shocked her with your sudden show of affection, and you were careful to examine the way her eyes darted between yours for a sign of remorse or resolve.
“If you want to end what we have, I would understand. I’ve left you questioning our situation too many times lately, Rey, and I only want you to feel happy. If you don’t feel happy with me, I will respect whatever decision you make next… I can promise you that.”
Rey’s muscles tensed as she tried to squeeze your hand. Reflexively, you let the motion continue as she grabbed your one hand in both of hers.
“Every day, I hope we can make a life here. This planet, it’s new to us, but it can be our home if we choose to make it one. I’ve only ever known a home life on Jakku, and with the Resistance at times… but I want to make a home here with you, if you’ll let me.”
“Rey-”
“I’ve only known hardship. This battle of rights and wrongs, it can be overwhelming at times. I’m working on it; I’m working on being more accepting of everyone. We all have different paths, and I want you on the path I’m following, should you choose it. The way of the Jedi is a long path, one with learning confidence and value. I’ve learned both of these feelings when I’m with you. That’s why I get angry - I want to spend time with you, but I’ve felt so alone in my life, it’s hard not to shut down sometimes. I care about you, deeply, and I want you to know that. I want you to know I’ll be here with you, and I care. I’ve always cared.”
Each time she finished a sentence you were hopeful to stop her in her tracks with any show of affection, but your hope stopped short as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It was strange, seeing her so sad when only months ago, she’d been happy with coming to the new planet. Now you knew why, and you vowed to yourself you would make this right with her. If there ever came a time to prove it, now would be as good as ever. Staring into her eyes intently, there was a small change in your appearance you appreciated; a smile had formed on your lips and your soft caress on her hand allowed the worries to slip away minute by minute. Tracing your fingers over hers as she’d instinctually let go of your hand to allow you to do so, warmth spread from your touch and intertwined your energy with hers.
“I will always care about you, too, Rey. Whenever you are sad, or feel broken, you are not alone. You deserve to know that. You’ve been alone too long in your life. You are not alone anymore. I will be here for you, I promise. That is a promise I can keep. Caring for you has been nothing short of an adventure, and if only you knew how much my heart longs for you. When I’m gone, I imagine standing under the moonlight and staring at the stars with you when I get home. I imagine the way the light shines on your eyes and glistens against their darkened frames. I imagine the way your smile lights up any void of feeling I may have in any given moment. Your smile is infectious in the best way; You could make anyone happy by looking at your own happiness. To think, I’m the one who gets to witness this!”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you quickly pulled her in for a kiss. It was short but sweet, hopeful and all-encompassing of your feelings for her.
“What do you say to a nice dinner at the Cantina, and then we can come back to watch the stars, just like we imagined?” You asked her, and she smiled.
“I’d love that, thank you.”
“Good. It will all be worth it,” you answered her confidently.
Summary: Rey helps you feel hopeful when you’re sick.
Characters: Rey x Reader
Word Count: 661
Warnings: None
A/N: I’m so happy to get back to writing Rey, as this piece is fluffy and kind, just caring and nurturing. I hope you enjoy it!
Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it!
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The coughing fit had woken you up again. You knew it was only a matter of time before it did so. You hurriedly looked around the confines of the AT-AT, the sunset lowering over the dunes as you had tried to lull yourself to sleep. Inside where you saw Rey laying, the hammock she’d constructed keeping her body level off the ground, you were certain you’d woken her, but she’d tried not to let your worries get the best of you as she rushed to your side, breathing heavily. It seemed your worst suspicions were coming true as you watched her eyes dart among yours with a sense of worry as she quickly grasped your forehead with the back of her palm.
“You’re burning up.”
“Good, I thought something was wrong.”
“Oh... don’t get me started now,” she scoffed at you, as she lightly rolled her eyes and gripped a cloth she was only able to get wet from the remainder of her rations for the evening.
“Wait.”
You were weak even as you stated it, but you wanted her to be able to eat.
“Your health is more important.”
She grabbed the cloth and began to dab your forehead with it lightly. It was a simple, kind gesture, much appreciated by the heat rising to your head and coursing through your veins.
“I don’t see how anyone can last long out here.”
“It’s heatstroke... you’ll be fine if you rest.”
“I can’t rest. You know we have too much to do.”
“We can always wait out scavenging.”
“Rey...”
“Shh. Get some rest now, please.”
You knew she’d only ask this of you to better your own sanity and wellbeing. Even so, it was hard accepting that you felt helpless in this moment, unable to even hug her to tell her you would be thankful for her kindness. It was more than that, you both knew this, but your affection for her grew on deaf ears, and if only she could know the way you felt. You didn’t want to burden her by expressing it, but the beauty of who she had learned to become over what she’d triumphed had always made you feel amazed by her presence in the world around you. She was a fighter, this much was true, and you’d grown appreciative of her presence.
“If you leave, Rey, what will happen?”
“You’ll get better. Please, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“If you go to Unkar, he won’t want to help.”
“I know that. I’m not going to Unkar. The Marketplace will have a cooling salve, possibly bacta-bandages. I’ll look there.”
“I don’t want you to go, Rey.”
She stopped in her tracks just as she was leaving the opening on the hull of the Walker. You knew she’d heard you, her unsteady breathing was key to that sense.
“Why?”
“Why?” It was your turn to question her motive for asking.
“Yes. Why? Why can’t I leave?”
“The question you should be asking,” you added between hoarse breathing, “is ‘Why don’t you want me to leave?’”
“What’s the difference?” Rey asked you, as she finally turned your way on the cot of the floorboard.
“I don’t like imagining you leaving. I find your presence comforting.”
Your voice was calm and collected, warm and true.
“I have to go.”
“Why?”
“So I can get you better.”
“I-“
“I’m worried about you every day. When we leave this place, danger lurks around every corner, and you getting hurt is something I can’t bear.”
You had not expected this to be the way of Rey’s word choice. It was more open than you’d expected her to be, but she was becoming full of surprises to you, in the same way that her walking over to place a quick kiss to your forehead made your heart flutter.
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