#rey fluff

“Come here. I’m going to help you relax.”

Her soft, silky voice aided her hands in guiding your leg to cross on the floor. 

“Now put your hands on your knees. They can face the sky or downward.” She grazed your hands with light fingers, setting them gently on your legs. You felt her move around you, ever aware of her presence as your eyes fluttered shut. 

She moved just behind you. You noticed stray strands of her smooth hair dangling from her face, tickling the side of your cheek. You could feel her hovering over you on the right, whispering gently into your ear, “Now breathe. Just in and out, like that. Softly. Don’t force it, okay? Let it be natural.” 

You’d swear it was working if her sweet voice wasn’t putting you to sleep. But not enough to really do so…it was working. 

It had been a long time since you’d felt the force. It used to be a wonderful, playful, magical thing in your life. It brought you peace and allowed you to feel free, even if it was just for a moment. 

That was until being hunted down by Inquisitors and the Empire corrupted your flow and relationship with the force. Until now, it had been a symbol of restraint and horror to you. It was something to be ashamed of. It had been what kept you on the run and what eventually got you captured and tortured. You had resented it. You’d hated it.

But that warmth you felt now - the feeling of it rushing and humming all around you, through your fingertips, hair, and entire body. Through the floor you sat on, Rey’s saber sat near her body, and the woman herself who had let you reconnect with your first love and light again.

Your second love was quiet. She was concentrating hard, making it her goal to help you reconnect with the force. She could feel a sudden, warm, pink presence in the air. It was lovely, swirling all infront of her like a bubble of compassion, friendlessness, and sweetness.

Though your saber was blue, Rey often found the color aura of Jedi’s around her matched their saber. Her yellow aura was clear as day to you despite your closed eyes. It mixed with reds and blue, pinks and greens - but the clearest was that sunshine yellow. Your mind flooded with happiness, joy, and hope as you reached for her through the force. 

You both opened your eyes once you’d forgotten to breathe, the familiar yet fairly experienced scenario stripping your other scenes. 

You were gasping for air as Rey stroked your arm, coming to your side right as she broke from it as you did. 

Once your breath returned, your heart beating as it should - or as slow as it could with her presence - she moved excitedly in front of you. Her hands gripped your shoulders softly, shaking you as she shouted, “That was you! I felt you, you did it!” 

A long needed hug from the Jedi ensured as her arms wrapped around your frame, the warmth of her shoulder muffling your tears. 

“Thank you.”

“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.”

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“You have a visitor.” He said, and about the same time Rey joined them looking at Finn.

“Poe has a visitor?” Rey asked looking at them, Poe looked confused for a moment before hearing the sound of a jet entering the hangar, turning heads, sure enough it was the A-Wing from earlier. The pilot had a helmet on that covered their face, but the tight red and gold leathers told everyone what they were. They left the A-Wing and looked towards the three of them, Poe throwing down his tool ran towards the figure hugging them tightly. The person hugged back just as tight. By the shape of their body Rey could tell it was a women, but she didn’t know Poe had a girlfriend.

“How long have they been together?” Rey asked looking at Finn, but he couldn’t help himself and burst out laughing at the comment, having to hold the X-Wing next to him to stand up. Rey couldn’t figure out why he was laughing so she chose to ignore it and look back at Poe and the Spice runner.

The helmeted figure looked at poe then over his shoulder at rey, then back to poe. “Who’s she?” She asked looking down at poe, naturally she was much shorter then him but with the heels of her uniform she almost towered him.

“That’s Rey, why?” Poe raised his brow crossing his arms. At the same time the Spice Runner unattached her helmet, letting out a soft hiss of air, before it came off her head. Her (y/h/l) (y/h/c) falling out of it beautiful, her skin glowing, her (e/c) eyes shining in the light of the hangar. She was stunning, the laughter of Finn has stopped by now as Rey and (y/n) both looked at each other and whispered to the person next to them.

“She’s so pretty...”

Both men next to them stopped and looked at them.

“No, no no no, you can’t like her” Finn said looking at rey.

“You can’t be serious...” Poe said looking at (y/n),

“Why can’t I?” Rey asked looking at Finn.

“Oh I am,” the spice runner said looking at the commander.

“That’s Poe’s sister!” Finn said looking at Rey who looked back in shock.

“Why is it always my friends?” Poe asked looking at his sister.

“Poe has a sister?” Rey asked looking back at the two pilots.

“Stop having beautiful friends, now are you going to introduce me to my future wife?” (Y/n) said pulling her hand on her hip. Poe shook his head.

“She won’t be into you.” Poe said looking at his younger sister.

“Try me.” She said before walking over towards Rey.

“Oh my stars she’s coming over here...” Rey whispered and Finn shook his head before smiling at the spice runner he’d known for awhile.

“(Y/n)!” Finn said hugging her, she hugged back and fixed his jacket when she pulled away.

“Finn! I missed you!” She said smiling at him, before turning to Rey, being met with the most beautiful smile. “You’re even prettier up close.” She commented smoothly, Finns mouth dropped open and Poe face palmed, but Rey’s face turn red as roses as she blushed.

“I-I’m ... wow I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting that” Rey stumbled over her own words at she looked at the leather wearing spice runner. “I’m Rey.” She said recovering, only to fall silent again at the dealers reply.

“Really? I thought your name was Angel...” she smirked at her and kissed her hand. “(Y/n), (y/n) Dameron.” Rey smiles at her, showing off her adorable dimples.

“I didn’t know Poe had a sister...”

“You didn’t kno-“ (y/n) turned looking at her brother. “Your friends don’t know you have a sister?!”

“I’m a busy person we don’t really talk about my personal life...”

“Do they know you were a spice runner?” She asked looking at Poe.

“YOU WERE A SPICE RUNNER?!” They both yelled at the same time in shock looking at the commander.

“Like you two have room to talk! You were a storm trooper and a scavenger.” Poe quipped back looking at them, crossing his arms in defense. (Y/n) chuckled.

“I thought it was just (y/n), I didn’t know this was a a family business!” Finn said looking at them, Rey however still couldn’t take her eyes off the younger Dameron.

“Oh whatever come on let’s get a drinks.” Poe said.

—

It was late as they sat around a fire, Poe and Finn had already went off to bed, leaving Rey and (y/n), sitting across from each other as the warm glow danced on their faces. Rey was the first to break the silence.

“Have you always been a spice runner?” She asked looking at the girl who now wore much more comfortable clothes.

“For as long as I can remember...” (y/n) looked up at rey as she played with the fire. “Have you always been a Scavenger?”

“Up until I found the resistance...” Rey said looking at her. “You know, we could use a pilot like you.” She said as she got up And moved over next to (y/n), her eyes trailing the white dressed girl the whole time. Rey sat down next to the Dameron sister and looked into her eyes.

“I’m not fit for the resistance Rey...” she said looking back at the fire before poking it with a stick.

“Why not, Poe is a commander and he was a spice runner...” Rey continued trying to sway the beautiful smuggler.

“Poe wasn’t as deep into it as I am... it’s all I’ve ever really known.” She looked back at Rey, something sparked between them in that moment of silence, Rey’s hand came down to rest on hers.

“Let’s change that...” her voice was low, quiet and meant for only (y/n)’s ears, “you could do so great here, and be with Poe and Finn. You’d be amazing” she smiled at her. “You wouldn’t have to be scared of where to go and who to talk to... you’d be free.”

(Y/n) looked down at their hands. Pulling in a deep breath as she thought it over. An idea coming to her head that would make them both happy, she’d probably do it anyways because the resistance is a good idea, but she’s a Dameron, it’s in her blood to be cocky.

“I have one request...”

“Anything... well not an-“ Rey started but was cut off by the spice smuggler.

“When this is iver I get to take you out on a date?” (Y/n) asked looking at the now blushing Jedi. Rey chuckled and looked down at the fire this time. Finally speaking up.

“Gladly”

The next half hour was spent with showering and massaging your legs into something less painful, before you put on a face mask and sat down together. There was a comfortable silence in the compound that you were still not used to since winning the war. The only thing occasionally distracting was a droid beep or a door shifting somewhere. You immersed yourself into stream of consciousness writing on your notebook pages with a pen Rey had brought you from a trip to who-knows-which-planet.

Both of you weren‘t even bothered when someone entered the room, it was too meditative right now with the post-workout hormones and the silence. Poe looked at you both a little scared since you both rarely looked serene. He knew both of you as absolute power machines of energy. But then his heart turned a little softer seeing both of you feel comfortable and coping well.

A few beeps got both of you out of journaling to look up at BB-8. „Hi, little bean,“ you cooed and pet the droid’s head. *What‘s on your face?* You heard him beep. „It‘s something that‘s good for the skin,“ you explained to the droid child. *Looks funny.* You nodded with a smile before looking at the time and standing up to wash it off.

A soft sigh came out of your mouth that you quickly quieted down, afraid to get caught. It would be completely odd if someone did catch you, especially in the middle of the night, but it still worried you. You hadn’t seen your girlfriend, Rey, for over two weeks. You really missed her, and she was supposed to come back today. Even though you would see her soon, you really needed to do something.

Your hand reached to your breasts, pinching one of your nipples. The other hand slipped down lower to your heat as you started to imagine it as Rey’s hand. A finger slowly dipped down further and a somewhat louder came out of your mouth this time that you tried to cover up as a cough.

You shared a room with two other people, seeing as you all were training together. A slight murmur from the other side of the room called out a small “hmm?” to which you didn’t respond. It completely terrified you, but you still felt the need to finish. Instead of responding, you continued your actions, now fingers reaching your clit.

You bit down your lips to stop any noise from coming out, as you started to rub even harder. Images of Rey kissing down your neck, and making her way down flashed in your mind. You started going even faster, trying to chase that high, as you started to imagine how Rey would lick and savoir every taste of you.

A loud cough came out of you as you finished up. You glanced over to your roommates, glad they were still asleep. They were deep sleepers usually, and if they did ever know what you did, or what you have been doing, they never spoke up about it. And with a quick action, you hummed out and got up quietly to wash your hands. You looked back to the alarm clock and rolled your eyes at it.

It was only 4:30AM, and you quietly groaned at how slow the hours were going. But you decided to get up and go to the training area early, hoping you could distract yourself for a little longer.

You really didn’t expect anyone there, especially Rey.

You ran up to her, excited to see her, calling out a quiet “Babe!” She turned around, smiling back to you. She reached out to you after dropping the stick she was practicing with. She pulled you in a hug, while whispering, “Hey babe,” She whispered, holding onto you tighter, smiling bright.

“How come you didn’t come by?” You questioned softly, watching as Rey started to smirk back to you. Your confusion doubled as she brought her hand up to your face, holding the side very lightly. Her thumb delicately placed itself on your lips.

She pulled back for a second, “You know I can tell what you just did.” Oh fuck. Your eyes widened in shock as you tried stuttering out a reply, but before you could, she spoke up again, “That was really hot.”

Rey really wanted to pound her fist against the ship in her frustration. 

The Millennium Falcon had accomplished so much throughout its existence- it was the infamous ship that had made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs! It had outrun Imperial starships. Not the local bulk cruisers, of course, but the big Corellian ships. Sleek and uniquely shaped, she was fast enough for anyone. 

But Rey thought she knew better. Of course, she appreciated the ship for what it was already. Anything that someone put so much effort into working with and creating was something that she could get behind. However, the thought popped into her mind that maybe there was a way to make it better. 

Just a little rewiring! Maybe a new paint job? Nothing too extreme, of course. The girl would never want to change the entire essence of something with so much value- sentimental or otherwise. Rey preferred keeping the vessel of both her friends memories and her own the same. Safe and secure. 

But this task was proving to be a tad more difficult than anticipated. 

It spiraled quickly enough. A little bit of rewiring turned into having to replace certain bits, which turned itself into having to fix an oil leak. How the Falcon hadn’t exploded into thousands of little shards was beyond Rey, by this point. It continuously seemed that with every adjustment she made [or attempted to make] morphed into a new problem that might’ve not even been worth it. It didn’t help much that that Poe Dameron guy would make a face or a snide comment as he watched her work. He had even made offers to help Rey, which she slapped aside each time. 

You watched as the girl finally slammed her palms against the side of the thing. With grit teeth and a bit of a huff, a few strands of brown locks fell down as she took a step back. Rey always was a bit of an emotional person, and sometimes her anger and frustration got hard to ignore. 

You shift against the wall you lean on, eyes glued to her. Rey looks incredibly pretty, however flushed with irritation. She’s been at it all day, and the exertion is rising in time with the setting sun. The sky, once a brilliant, bright blue, has faded into pastel shades of tangerine and raspberry and lemon. It’s warm today, adding to the thin layer of sweat spreading across her shoulders and palms. You were curious to see how her hazel eyes would make themselves appear in the light, but she was turned away from you. 

“Girls gonna be the death of us,” Poe grumbled as he walked passed you, shaking his head and jabbing his thumb. His expression was one of a ‘can you believe her?’. 

You crane your head over your shoulder to watch the man march away and into the hangar. You’d be willing to bet that he’s going to complain to General Organa, who will say some sassy words of wisdom in response. 

When you turn your head back, Rey has her hands on the sides of her hips. She looks the Falcon up and down, her white robes billowing slightly in the summer like wind. You’re not sure what she’s going to do next, but you’ve observed her enough to know she’s not exactly a quitter. 

Your relationship with the Jedi was a bit of a strange one. It wasn’t bad by any means. You weren’t quite... “friends”, but you weren’t really acquaintances either. It was more like the outer circle of friendship, where things are soft and warm but still somewhat mysterious. Rey didn’t come to you for things like she would Finn or Leia, and you didn’t talk to her nearly as often as Poe or Tallie. But you watched her sometimes out of appreciation and security, wondering if she was aware how beautiful she looked in the light of the sun. 

It takes a lot of bravery to talk to someone you admire, whether you know them well or not. People would be jealous of all the guts it took for you to push yourself from leaning by the entrance, and starting towards the girl. 

“Need help?” you question politely. Rey jumps and turns to you, startled but not upset. “Sorry.”

Rey looks at you for only a second before turning back to the ship. Her brown eyes rake up and down, looking at the exposed wires and vents and all the bits she’d happened to destroy. “No, no. I don’t think so,” Rey decides to say with a sigh. 

“You sure?” you say, turning to look at the structure ahead of you as well. “I mean, not to brag, but I think I know a lot about YT Leight Freighters.”

This draws a flash of a smile from her. She feels the stress and annoyance of working at the ship all day sinking away slowly with the light bit of humor. She looks down at her feet before squinting her eyes in the sunlight. “Can you toss me that Hydrospanner?” she says, pointing to the ground by your feet. 

You bend down and pick it up right away from the cluster of tools, tossing it to her. As she catches it sloppily and turns it over in her palms, she scoffs in that way that people do to show a kind form of surprise. “Finn can never do that right.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Find a tool?”

Rey looks up at you, smiling. “You’d be surprised.”

You grin softly at each other in the light, the Falcon casting dim shadows across the place but not diminishing the warmth that you felt. The nervousness in your stomach was ever present, and you were somewhat afraid of saying something wrong with her. 

“So are you going to make any adjustments to the inside?” you ask, peeling your eyes from hers and admiring the bulk of the famous ship. You can see all the little divots and scratches embedded in the metal, each one telling a story. You can see why she would’ve wanted to keep reparations to a minimum. 

Rey strains as she goes to tighten a screw on her tip-toes. Her brow furrows and a bead of sweat appears on the right. “No, I don’t think so. Not yet, at least.” 

You nod in understanding. “Always wanted to be a pilot,” you muttered, half to yourself. 

Rey squinted over at you, detaching her tool from the bolt and watching your expression change to one of awe. Everything you guys said to each other had always been polite and small, only urgent once or twice. You knew each other, knew of each other, but not in the way that she knew others. It wasn’t quite as intimate or personal as her relationship with others, but Rey liked your presence fine enough. It shocked the pit of her tummy to hear you say something that sounded so personal. 

“Well, aren’t you?” she questioned. 

You scoffed a little dryly, and Rey knew you were about to sell yourself short. “Piloting an X-Wing isn’t much of the same as piloting a Falcon.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Rey said kindly. She watched you turn to her with the glint of joy in your eyes, dissecting her words. “Pass me that towel?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. Again, you picked a rag smeared with dirt and grime from the ground and passed it to her. “Are you going to be here all day?”

Rey rung the towel around her sweaty hands, attempting to soothe the perspiration into the skin instead of wiping it away. She had been, in all honesty. She liked working with her hands, especially when it was on something as grand and legendary as the Millennium Falcon. It reminded her of something she knew was real and tangible, no matter how many bad memories her hands tied to her old life. 

“No,” she said, even though it hurt a bit to say. 

You bit your lip for a second, giving time for her lie to sink in before speaking again. “I meant do you want me to stay all day?”

Rey looks over at you again, her head moving fast. Her big, doe eyes are looking at you like you’ve said the kindest thing in the world, trying to detect if you mean it. You do. 

“Yeah,” she says, hoarse but with smile. She nods her head vigorously, strands of hair bouncing up and down. “Yeah.”

You stayed with her for the next hour or so, standing out against the setting sun and the distant view of fern green trees. Rey payed attention to every one of your polite words, each one an offering. She offered what she could back as she weaved and fumbled. 

You got to see her hands in action, and you were surprised you hadn’t appreciated them before. To be fair, this interaction was probably the closest you’d been to her. But Rey’s fingers were slim and strong and nimble, and they twisted wires like braids. The metal panels of the ship seemed to bend to her will. You knew she was worth all the time you’d spent observing her beauty. 

“Do you think any of this will actually mean anything?” you asked at the end of the day. The sky had turned purple and orange by now, with the sun disappearing beyond the horizon. Most of the soldiers and pilots and workers outside had turned in for the night, and Rey’s palms had begun pink and rough from the work. 

You lean your head back against the ship, which is a little uncomfortable, but fatigue has somewhat dulled your senses by now. Your locks matted in the back as it pressed against the metal. You had a knot tying itself up in your lower back, while Rey had one forming in her upper. “What do you mean?” she questioned, shutting a panel for the time being. 

“Just... the Rebellion,” you admitted. Your eyes flitted around. Rey could see the reflection of the rising moon in your pupils, even from the side. “The Resistance. What if it doesn’t actually do anything.”

Rey admired your profile, appreciating the look of your skin. She could see the exact shape of your jaw, the chapped nature of your lips and the length of your lashes. Sweat had begun to form against your skin from the humidity of the system, but it didn’t look stinky or unwelcome. 

She doesn’t know much about you still, but she likes your presence now. Against the noise of the galaxy, your conversation is quiet and soft, and not nearly as abrasive and demanding as others around her. Rey closes her lips. Her eyes soften more and more, melting into the soothing aura of your presence. 

“It’ll mean something,” she says, nodding her head like a promise. 

You turn your head to look at Rey, meeting her hazel eyes. “Yeah,” you say in turn. “It’ll mean something.” Though you’re not talking about the Resistance now. 

You’re talking about Rey, who you’ve found incredibly beautiful since the moment you saw her. Strong and fierce, she had a fire that reminded you of all the things in life you loved. And maybe one day, you could tell her that. But for the moment, all you can do is exchange a genuine smile with her, the light of everything else in the world fading away until her and the Millennium Falcon are the only things that remain. 

“Would you ever want to...”

You turn back to Rey as you walk, watching her wipe her hands across her pants like its a smock. Dirt and oil smears across them, but you know she doesn’t mind. The girl has already had enough experiences to become accustomed to a little dirt. 

“Yeah?” you ask, the moon rising higher into the lavender canvas above. 

Rey feels nervous, and she’s inwardly cursing at herself for not being able to stop her voice from slipping out. “If you’d ever like to fly the Falcon with me,” she explains. “I just mean...”

You look down, then back up between the girl and the large, infamous ship. “Thank you, Rey.” 

You’d agree the next day, on the condition that it meant something. 

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I don’t like the sequels very much, but somebody wanted Rey and I delivered. I like writing for girl characters, to be honest. A lot of the sequel characters are a bit difficult to do because I don’t think a lot of them have to much of like... personalities? But I tried to stay true to what I think Rey might say. I’d appreciate feedback if i was alright with her character though! it’s important that I keep them in character