Sometimes the best sex of your life happens with a stranger in a bathroom at a bar.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Relationship: Poe Dameron/Rey
Characters: Poe Dameron, Rey (Star Wars)
Language: English
Published: 2025-03-01
Words: 1,690
Chapters: 1/1
Summary/Prompt: This is part 2! Rey and Ben share a force bond that made them closer than anyone else. Leia has a mission to send Rey on, and Ben has his reservations about this mission.
A/N: (Masterlist) (Part 1)Oo two parts in one week, my writers block might actually be gone for a bit :3
“Rey I am not comfortable with you leaving on this mission.” Ben tells me, pacing behind me while I pack the essentials to leave. “You know that I’m right about this, something doesn’t add up. There is absolutely no reason he knows enough basic to say he has a hint, but not what the hint is.” More pacing. Since the meeting with his mother about an hour ago he had repeated the same thing at least three different times.
“Ben.” I say, turning to face him. “I know that you are right, something doesn’t add up. But I get to be the person to find out what is going on. I’ve never gotten an opportunity like this. I can finally contribute something other than assigning other people to go off world.” It’s been about two years since I left D'Qar, the last time being when I went to train with Luke and overheard him telling General Organa how much of a distraction I am to Ben’s training.
“This isn’t how you go about it. Especially with the First Order being involved. Please don’t go, I am begging you.” The fear he’s feeling evident in his voice. He pulls me close to him, and cups my face in his hands. The comfort his touch sends through me almost making me question my decision. But not enough to let the general down.
“I’m sorry, I know that this is going to be hard for you. But I am going on this mission.” I pull myself from his grasp, knowing if I let it go on any longer I’d cave any moment.
“Then don’t expect me to stand by while you do it. I wont do it!” He shouts, turning and punching the wall behind him. A sharp pain shoots through my knuckles, and I hiss holding my hand close to my chest.
Horror takes over his face as he realizes the pain he inflicted on himself was shared with me. “Shit, Rey.” He whispers trying to take my hand to examine.
“It’s fine. It’s just the sensation. But you should probably go to medical and get your hand looked at.” I snap at him. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, our force bond has grown slowly over the years and lately we have been able to feel certain sensations the other feels if it’s strong enough.
I glance at his hand and see a very obviously broken knuckle, and down to mine. Nothing. “Just go.” I tell him, turning away holding back tears. He didn’t say anything, but his footsteps retreating from our bedroom told me that he did what I’d asked.
The second I heard the door to our quarters open and close behind him I dropped to the ground and started sobbing. I want him to understand so badly that I’ve never earned my place here, but he doesn’t see it the same as I do.
When I fist got to D'Qar I was just the little girl who followed the general’s son around. After my parents died a few years late I became the orphan that wasn’t contributing anything to the Resistance, I was housed with different families over the years but once Ben was granted his own quarters I was allowed to live with him. Still the little girl following him around.
I finally have a job here, and now a mission that will let me truly earn my place here. But he, like always, is so worried something will happen to me that he wants me not to take the opportunity. I have to do this for myself, and for General Organa who has always supported me. I owe it to her, and I owe it to the Resistance.
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My holopad on the bed going off woke me from a nap I hadn’t intended on taking. I jumped up in a panic, not knowing what time it was or if I was late to the launch pad. I check the notification, and see it’s just the details General Organa had promised to send over to me. I took note of the scheduled departure time, and realized I have less than 45 minutes to get the rest of my things packed and get there.
In a rush I throw the last of my essentials into my pack and run to the bathroom to clean myself up before leaving. The crying I had done earlier clearly shown around my eyes, puffy and red. I decide to splash some cold water on my face, and fix my braids as they’d come loose during my nap.
One last glance at the clock in our bedroom told me it was time to leave. I had been hoping Ben would come back before I had to leave, but maybe he meant what he said. Then don’t expect me to stand by while you do it. Part of me really thought he said it in the heat of the moment, but him not coming back in the two hours since he left made me wonder. Surly it couldn’t take two hours to wrap his knuckle?
“I’m sorry.” I whisper, hoping I put enough energy into the worst that he would hear them, wherever he is. I open our door and make my way to the launching pad.
The walk, although a good stretch from our quarters, only took me about ten minutes. I checked my holopad again to see which terminal I was meant to be at, but that’s when I heard Ben’s voice. “Ben?” I call, looking up and making my way to where he was. Of course, standing in terminal A-8 where I’m meant to take off from. “What are you doing here?” I ask, taking in his annoyance with the crew making sure my ship is ready.
“Oh hi.” He mumbles, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I was just chatting with Derek and Novi here.” He gestures to the two men running over a checklist for my ship. “They’re going to be going with you, figured I’d chat with them while I waited here for you.” His eyes refused to meet mine, but he did take a few small steps closer to me.
“Oh. Okay.” I nod, looking around him smiling at the two men behind him “Hello! I’m Rey!” I had never met these two before, shockingly, so I thought it best to introduce myself before talking with Ben. They both give me a polite nod, and go back to what they had been working on.
“Can we talk, you know, before you leave?” His request actually shocked me a little, when we had talked this morning he made his stance on the mission abundantly clear, he wasn’t okay with it. He must have come to terms, rather quick for him if I’m being honest.
“I’d like that.” I tell him, glancing down at his hand, bacta goo oozing out from the bandages. “I’m glad you got your hand looked at.” I tell him, taking a few steps out of the terminal, hoping Derek and Novi wont overhear the conversation.
“Yeah,” He sighs in defeat “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, I especially didn’t mean for it to hurt you.” He grabs my hand and looks over my knuckles, like there would be any damage done to them.
I laugh softly before pulling my hand from his “It was just for a second, please don’t worry too much about it. I was more upset you didn’t seem to understand where I was coming from.” I admit, now being my turn to avoid eye contact.
“I know. I know that you feel like you have to earn your place here, but Rey I promise you that couldn’t be further from the truth. You belong here, you belong wherever I am. You don’t have to earn anything.” His loving words bring tears to my eyes and I finally glance at him. “Please believe that.”
Unsure what to say I wrap my arms around him, more than anything to feel close to him. “Admiral?” Someone says from behind me. Immediately I pull away from Ben and turn to face Novi, who is looking at me uncomfortably. “We need to leave too keep this terminal on track for the day.”
“I’ll be there in just one second.” I promise, turning back to give Ben a hug before I leave. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, please don’t be too upset with me for going.” I plead, holding myself close to him. Normally I wasn’t a fan of showing affection like this, but this being the first time I’m leaving D'Qar without him I needed the reassurance myself.
“I’m not upset with you. I love you, be safe.” He presses a light kiss to my temple, and smiles lovingly at me. “Please.” I hear his voice in my head, more emotion behind it than he had given outloud.
“I love you too.” I tell him through the force, pulling myself away and heading to the ship.
--
Take off had gone off without issue. Derek was piloting and Novi and I kept him company in the cockpit making light conversation. I learned that they’re brothers, both orphaned after their parents had been killed in a raid done by the First Order. They had been found a few days later and brought to D'Qar, and showed promise as pilots.
“How long have you been with the Resistance?” I ask, glancing out the window in front of us, watching at we pass a white and gey looking planet.
“I think it’s been around a year now.” Novi tells me, flipping a few switches. “This is our first mission actually.” He adds, nodding to himself. “What about you?”
“I’ve actually been with them since I was young. About twelve I think. But this is my first mission as well.” I admit, feeling even worst that I’d somehow gone ten years without a mission and these two were on their first mission after a year. “Kinda lame, I know.” I joke, hoping they wont judge me too harshly for skating by this long.
“Yeah but you’ve been training with Ben Solo, haven’t you? You’re a Jedi, no?” Derek asks, taking his eyes off the space in front of him for a moment. He almost sounded impressed, like that excuses my laziness.
I can’t help but laugh “I wouldn’t call myself a Jedi. I can use the force, but that’s about where that comparison ends. I can barely use a lightsaber. I’m nothing like Ben or the rest of his family.” I tell them, thinking back to the few times Ben had tried teaching me to wield a lightsaber. Each time ending in me almost chopping off a limb.
“What’s it like using the force?” Novi asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. I wonder if that’s what I looked like that first day I met Ben, eyes shining with excitement at the idea of meeting a real Jedi.
I think about his question for a moment, I’d never really put into words what it’s like to use the force, especially since I don’t use it often unless it’s in regards to Ben. “Well, it’s hard to describe.” I tell them giving myself another second to think “But it’s like you can feel the energy of everyone and everything around you. Using it is so much more than that, you can feel yourself moving the energy of what is around you. It’s like the galaxy is at your whim, but it is also exhausting at the same time. At least for me, when I trained with Luke Skywalker for a short time he told me it shouldn’t be like that.” I take a minute to feel the force around me, it’s not the same as my bond with Ben, but it’s a comfort still.
“You trained with the Luke Skywalker?” Novi blurts out, the excitement still clear across his face.
“For a little while, years ago.” I tell him, not wanting to get into why I stopped training. “But I came back to D’Qar to start training under General Organa to become an admiral.” Not the whole truth, but enough that they, hopefully, wont ask most questions about my failed Jedi training.
Novi opened his mouth to ask something, but Derek smacked his arm before anything came out. “Hey!” Novi hisses, rubbing where he’d been hit. “What was that for?” He demanded, glaring at his brother. He was only met with a glare that confused me, not knowing what the slap had been for either. “Oh, sorry Admiral. I shouldn’t be questioning you so much.”
Understanding comes quickly, they’ve clearly herd something about my training. Probably that I gave up and ran away. I’m willing to let them think that, it’s not a total lie either, so I’m fine with that. “I don’t mind the questions, just not something I talk about a lot.” I give a quick, very fake laugh. I truly appreciate Derek in this moment. “Anyway.” I stand up “I’m going to go read over the details of this Kyuzo before we land.” I take a glance at our estimated arrival time and see I only have about an hour.
Neither of them say anything as I walk out of the cockpit and to the bunks where my items were resting. I grab my holopad where the information General Organa had sent this morning was stored and begin looking it over.
Informant name: Mav Drego.
Location: Jakku – Niima Outpost, Karrl’s Tavern
Payment Required: 5,000 Republic Credits.
Information Required for Payment: Location of the First Order base.
I check my bag to make sure I have the credits General Organa had given me, and they were still tucked in the pocked I had left them in. Another glance at the time and I realized we were now only minutes from landing.
Footsteps walking closer to the bunks let me know I was correct, Novi appeared in the doorway with a weary smile. “Derek says we’ll be landing in just a few minutes. Just a heads up.” I smile appreciatively at him, and follow him back to the cockpit.
A tan, almost gray planet was approaching, Jakku. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but that isn’t it.” I admit, I’d never seen a planet with so few colors on the surface.
“Jakku is essentially a massive desert, not much to offer but the junkyards scattered around the planet.” Derek tells me, flipping a switch and pressing a few buttons.
“I can’t imagine living somewhere like this.” I can’t help the disgust filling my tone, while D’Qar isn’t my home world I can’t imagine growing up anywhere else.
About ten minutes later, we’re landing in the outskirts of one of the many junkyards we flew by. The heat was already starting to fill the cabin. “Okay, give me just a few minutes to gather my items and I’ll head out.” I take a hesitant glance at the barren land around us. The only thing I can see other than the town we are near is a massive ship that had clearly crashed there and been left.
“Take you time, we need to refuel and if there is time I was hoping to take a look around the village here.” Derek tells me, nodding to the group of tents and rock buildings.
“You got it.” I call, heading back to my bunk to grab my holopad, and the money for the Kyuzo- Mav. I have to remind myself, I’d need to remember that when speaking to him.
Once I get to the bunks again, I make sure to send Ben a message letting him know that we’ve landed safely and that I’m about to meet Mav.
Just landed, depending on how quick this meeting goes I might even be home before tomorrow night. I love you.
With that I grab my bag and check one more time that I have his money. “I’m off, I’ll be back in no more than a couple hours!” I call to the boys as I make my way down the ramp. I hear them call back letting me know I’d been heard.
As I make my way to the village, I turn on my tracking band that would let Derek and Novi know my location if I got lost or taken. It’s blue light letting me know that it was on and working. Time to get things done.
Jakku is much hotter than I had expected it to be, I’d never been on a planet this warm before. Every step I take I can feel the sand move beneath my feet, cursing it for making my steps uneven. I had to look like a total fool walking up to these people, unable to walk correctly on the uneven ground.
I see a few people looking at me, and feel their curiosity at the human walking amongst them. While walking I couldn’t help but notice I was the only human here, there’s a huge range of other species around me but not a single other human.
I make my way through the paths, looking for the tavern I’m meant to meet Mav at. After about ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, I see a sign written in Kyuzo, Karrl’s Tavern. I walk through the doors and am met with a mostly empty building. I only see one Kyuzo man behind the counter wiping down a dusty counter with a brown rag.
“I’m looking for a man named Mav.” I say to the man behind the counter, making sure to use Kyuzo in case he doesn’t understand basic. He looks up at me and just gestures to the far corner of the bar where another Kyuzo man sat, drinking an odd green liquid. “Thank you.” I tell him, walking across the room to Mav.
“Are you Mav?” I ask once I reach him. He glances up at me, drink still in hand. I’m granted no response, but a simple nod to the seat opposite of him. I take it, and sit patiently waiting for any actual conversation to begin.
“Do you have my credits?” He asks in his native tongue. “Hope you didn’t come all this way without it.” His large yellow eyes locked onto mine.
“I have your money, but you know as well as I do that I can’t give you money until I have the information I came for.” This is a common trick among the informants we deal with, always trying to get their payment before giving anything themselves.
He grunts in agreement, and sets his green drink down. “You’re the girl Organa sent?” He asks, leaning closer to me. His breath reeks of whatever the green drink was, judging by the smell some kind of hooch.
“I am. That’s why I’m here.” I tell him, but something is tugging at my senses. Something is happening right now, something that I can’t quite put my finger on. “Do you have the information for me or no? Should I just leave with the credits I brought for you?” Fight or flight is starting to take over, I can’t help but take a glance around the still empty bar.
“I have your information, girl. What was it you came for again? Information on a base owned by the First Order?” His eyes flicker behind me for a split second, but before I can look for myself I’m met with a sharp pain in the back of my head.
I’m knocked to the floor, and can’t help but groan in pain. I look up at where the hit came from and see three stormtroopers standing there, one with a beating stick pointed right at me. “Take the money and give it to the creature.” His robotic voice directed.
The stormtrooper to his right came closer to me, I tried to crawl backwards on the floor to get away from him, but I’m hit on the ankle making me cry out in pain. The second stormtrooper came closer and grabbed me, reaching into my satchel, ripping it off me in the process.
“You wont get away with this!” I shout, attempting to get away again. That’s when the third stormtrooper stepped forward grabbing me roughly off the ground and kicking my bad ankle so I fall onto my knees.
I feel another crack on my head and I can’t help but cry out in pain. “Shut her up!” The leader of the trio hisses before I start to loose consciousness. I can hear someone calling my name, Ben I think, but I can’t help but fall into a deep sleep.
“Get her on the ship, this is the girl we’ve been looking for.” I hear through the darkness.
Summary: A certain flyboy decides to flirt with you. You find his advances hilarious for a number of reasons.
a/n: I was way too lazy to beta read this so uh sorry for any typos
You hop out of your x-wing, a loud thud reverberating across the bustling tarmac as your boots make contact with the ground. You lift off your helmet, a sigh of relief falling from your lips as waves of cool air roll over your flushed face.
You shrug off the top half of your flight suit as you walk across the hangar to grab a tool kit, tying the orange sleeves around your waist. The black tank top you have on under it clings to you like a second skin, drenched with sweat. You pick at it, sighing. The people down in laundry must hate pilots, and you can’t really blame them.
You make your way back over to your ship, halting a few yards away when you notice a guy standing in front of it.
Hesitantly, you approach him, casually clearing your throat to alert him of your presence. His head snaps around at the noise, and a pink tone creeps into his cheeks.
“Uh, hi,” you say awkwardly, lifting a hand in greeting.
“Hi, sorry,” he says quickly. Gosh, she’s cute. He absentmindedly cards a hand through his hair. “I’m Poe, Poe Dameron.” He extends a hand, and you take it, smiling.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.”
“I just really like the paint job on your ship. Who’d you get it done by?”
Smiling, you prop the toolbox on your hip. “I did it with a couple of friends, actually.” It was one of your proudest accomplishments - if you forget the huge mess that was made on the tarmac after Ellie accidentally tripped over one of the paint containers.
“Wow,” Poe breathes, nodding appreciatively. Cute and capable.
“Yeah,” you laugh, walking past him and hopping up onto the wing you need to work on. “It took us a couple of days, but it was definitely worth it. So much better than that shitty yellow it used to be.” You pull out a wrench, going to work on the nearest bolt. Your arms strain as you push against the stubborn piece of metal, but it eventually gives way, and you sigh with relief, pushing a few fallen strands of hair back from your face. You look up, and, to your surprise, Poe is still standing there, watching you. “Yes?” you say sarcastically, snorting in amusement as he startles.
“Sorry,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Uh, I have a...proposal.” You tilt your head to the side, hopping down from your ship. You land next to him and cross your arms in front of you.
“Is that so?” you say, and he nods, grinning.
Rey watches from across the hangar as you work on your ship. She smiles. You’d been away for so long, it felt like an eternity. She knows it’s only been a few weeks, and that helping planets get back on their feet after the First Order left was important, but still. It had been so long. So. Damn. Long.
“Hey, can you hold this for a second?” she asks a nearby runway tech, nodding at the DataPad in her hands. They nod, and she beams gratefully, before heading over in your direction. Her steps falter as you hop down from your ship and approach Poe, who’s standing nearby, seemingly speaking with you. Your words slowly become more audible as she approaches.
“Is that so?” you ask him, crossing your arms. She smiles.
“How about you and me get a drink sometime? I hear that pub on Ajara makes a mean Arboite Twister.” Her stomach drops. He’s got to be kidding.
“Of course!” you say, smiling. You know what he’s trying to do, and find it somewhat entertaining. You glance over his shoulder momentarily at a quiet rustling noise and see Rey standing nearby. You smile at him, holding up a finger. “I have one request.” He quirks a brow.
“What’s that?” You quickly sprint over to Rey, grab her hand, and pull her over.
“Can my girlfriend come?” You ask, grinning. His face falls, cheeks turning bright red.
“You’re Y/N? Like, the Y/N?” he exclaims, eyes widening. Rey nods, and you laugh, nodding. “I’m so sorry, seriously,” he says, words tripping over each other.
“It’s fine,” you and Rey say at the same time, laughing.
“Drinks do sound nice, though,” you say, and your girlfriend elbows you in the side, laughing. You pinch her leg. She hisses, swatting your hand away. Poe laughs.
“I have to agree, though,” she says contemplatively. “It’s been forever since we’ve been out. How about we go to that bar tonight? I’ll ask Finn, I’m sure he and Rose would love to come along,” Rey offers, and Poe nods. “And,” she adds, grinning. “You can get to know my wonderful girlfriend.” You blush as she swings an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Sounds like a plan,” Poe responds. “I can’t wait.”
can I pls request 22 + 23 from the holiday prompts for Rey ? also, hella late congrats on 200!! <3
Holiday Season
Rey Skywalker x Reader
summary: rey & the readers first holiday together
request : above
warnings: none! straight fluff!!
AN: i got to this one pretty late, but thank you so much!! i hope you like it! it’s currently 4am and i couldn’t sleep, so i though i might as well work on one of my MANY inboxes i gotta get to before the end of the month. hope you have a wonderful holiday & stay safe! <3
Rey was a bit frazzled by the busyness of the holiday season. from an outside point of view, the holidays seemed like a stressless time where people could spend time with their families and enjoy their company. she always admired the overall premise of the holiday season, but always felt as if spending it alone would never do it justice.
that changed the moment when she met you. the overwhelming sense of family filled her senses. the feeling of forever just never seemed to want to go away, and she couldn’t have been more ecstatic. you are one of the only constants that she has in her hectic life. So, that’s how she ended up here. in your shared kitchen, struggling to make the best holiday meal you have ever tasted. She wasn’t a horrible cook, but she’s definitely second guessing every single step she takes.
the two of you decorated your living quarters as clichè as possible under the guise that Rey needs only the best. Rey being the meticulous and curious person she is, she studied everything about the holiday season in grave detail. You found it adorable although she was a bit embarrassed. she insisted on hanging mistletoe above every doorway. I mean you aren’t completing, but if she really just wanted to kiss you she could’ve just asked.
anyway, you open the door to see rey with her hair pulled up to a loose bun on the top of her head. a few unconforming stragglers sway to the front of her face from time to time. her tongue has found home poking out the side of her mouth as her brows furrowed in concentration. soft jazz filled the room, instantly making the mood comfortable and relaxing. you remove your shoes and move towards your lover.
slightly frightening her, you wrap your arms around her toned waist and giggle at her reaction.
“hi, baby! what’s all this?” you ask with a smug smirk on your face. she turns her head and kisses your cheek before turning back to whatever she has on the stove.
“i just wanted to do something special, s’all.” pink starts to kiss her cheeks and neck. you nuzzle your face into the crease of her neck, pressing a gentle kiss.
“come dance with me.” you snuggle a bit more as you try and pull rey away from the stove.
“what?” she turns around and raises her eyebrows. “darling, you know I can't dance and plus I can't let this burn!” she exclaims while you give her the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.
“it won’t burn if you keep in on low. what’ll 2 minutes max hurt? come on, dance with me.” you plead once more. you know you won she playfully rolls her eyes and gives you that award winning smile.
“fine.” she turns the stove on low and you pull her out to the middle of your living room.
you reach up to hook your arms around her neck as she pulls you in by the waist. you connect your ear to her chest and immediately sigh. you could live like this forever if need be.
“you really didn’t need to go all out for me.” you raise your head to look into her eyes.
“i know, but that’s what the holidays are all for. i promised myself that once i got a family i’d never let them go. you, y/n, you’re my family.” she looked back down at you with an ever so loving smile.
“i love you, star girl.” you try not to tear up.
“i love you too, darling. now, look up!” you raised your eyebrow at her randomness. you cocked your head back to see a single mistletoe hanging on your ceiling.
“oh look at that, a mistletoe.” rey giggled and you joined.
“just come here you dork.” you playfully rolled your eyes and kissed the love of your life.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Phasma, Finn/Rose Tico
Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Rey, Finn (Star Wars), Finn, Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Phasma (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, they love eachother, he calls her sunshine, he writes her a SONG, band au, Soulmate AU, First Kiss, Reylo - Freeform
Summary:
'To Do:
1. Murder Hux'
'Does this mean I'm an accessory to murder?'
Rey waited a moment, her heart rate had accelerated. She'd never done this before. It was a foreign feeling like no other. Talking to her soulmate. The thought even felt weird, nonetheless when the words appeared on her skin this time, she felt a tingle. Maybe it was because she was consciously focusing on the words, who knows.
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Once you turn 18, whatever your Soulmate writes on themselves appears on your skin as well. Rey is a college student, and Kylo is a part of a famous band and is seriously considering shutting Hux up for good in their tour bus.
He blinked another surging wave of tears away when he heard footsteps and voices behind the door. His brows knitted darkly.
Now what?
After a few seconds, the cell door slid open.
Dark eyes met greenish ones.
She was standing in the doorway, a hand on the wall and another balled over her chest, staring at him with eyebrows creased into what would have been a concerned expression if he didn’t already know of her sickening duplicity.
(Read on Ao3)
I want to thank my dear friend @perrydowning for beta’ying this chapter and making great suggestions as usual! 💋
