Ben surprises Poe by showing up to the valentine’s dance…
Ben’s hands were big and warm through every dance, both of them sweating into their dress silks as they got closer through the night. Ben was happy uncle Luke gave him a break from training so he could go to the dance. He loved to visit his best friendPoe and couldn’t wait for the dance to be over so they could make up for lost time somewhere more intimate…
drawn for @tenukii <3 happy valentines to all of the darkpilot shippers. i love you all as much as kylo loves papa vader!!!!
Prompt: two miserable people meeting at a wedding AU
Notes: Thank you so much @lariren-shadow for sending me this prompt. I spent too much of last night writing this, but it was totally worth it!
Rey’s assignment for the night is simple enough: guard Senator Organa on her wedding day.
The senator makes a beautiful bride, if an unconventional one. She has eschewed anything ornate for a plain white dress, long-sleeved and high-necked. It isn’t as though she can’t afford something fancier; Leia Organa was a princess, then a rebellion commander, before becoming one of the foremost Senators in the galaxy. She’s famous for her fine clothes and elaborate hairstyles, but today she’s dressed simply, her grey-streaked hair falling loose to the small of her back.
She smiles when she catches Rey looking at her, and there’s the gentlest tug in the Force—Senator Organa reaching out to her, Rey realizes. She remembers with a sudden lurch of embarrassment that this woman is also Master Luke’s sister.
“I wore a dress almost identical to this one the day that I met Han,” she says, smiling. “I thought a bit of nostalgia would be appropriate—and the look on his face will be priceless.”
Rey smiles. She hopes it doesn’t look as strained as it feels. The Senator seems kind, and she doesn’t deserve a dour Jedi dogging her footsteps on a day that should be joyful.
When it’s time for the ceremony to start, the senator pats Rey on the shoulder and says, “It was thoughtful of Luke to send some extra protection to my wedding, and I appreciate your effort, but I can take care of myself. You’re dismissed for the evening.”
The senator’s smile sharpens. “But nothing. Enjoy my wedding, and if I catch you shadowing me, I’ll only give Luke grief about it.”
She walks out of her dressing room before Rey can think of anything useful to say.
The ceremony is short and informal, but the reception is a party unlike any Rey has ever seen. There must be two hundred people in this ballroom, and by the looks of them, they range from the galaxy’s highest legislators and diplomats to its bottom-feeders. A representative sample of the bride and groom’s respective social circles, Rey imagines.
The senator and her husband are as different as night and day, but there’s no denying their love. They look at one another like they’re alone in this crowded room. It’s charming, beautiful even, but Rey can barely summon any feeling for the sight of them besides bitterness.
“So what did you do to get stuck with this assignment? Draw the short stick?”
Rey glances to her left, then up, because the man speaking to her is uncommonly tall. There’s something familiar about the curve of his lips, the shape of his brown eyes, but Rey can’t quite place it.
“Do I know you?” she asks.
He looks her up and down. “Doubtful. I’ve never set foot in my uncle’s charade of a Jedi school.”
“Uncle,” she says dumbly, a moment before her brain catches up to her mouth. “You must be Ben. Master Luke speaks of you.”
Rarely, and sometimes with frustration, but it would be rude to tell him as much.
“It’s Senator Organa these days,” Ben says dryly. Then he points to his mother. “Not to be confused with the Senator Organa in the white dress.”
Rey bites her lip, but she can feel her smile peeking out anyway. “It would be an easy mistake to make. You favor your father more, but you look like her too.”
“And yet uglier than both,” Ben says. He smirks, as if this is a joke, although Rey thinks it might not be, at least not entirely.
“You must not own a very accurate mirror.”
She didn’t mean to say that, but it’s hard to regret it when Ben’s pretense of a smile softens into something real.
“Aren’t Jedi forbidden to flirt?” he asks.
Rey shrugs. “How would you know? You said you’ve never been to the Academy.”
He could have, if he’d wanted to. Rey would know that even if Master Luke hadn’t told her about his nephew rejecting the Jedi path. She can feel the vibrancy of the Force all around him, potent and overwhelming.
Ben leans down, until the warmth of his breath fans across her temple. “I understand the rules,” he says. “Even if I chose not to follow them.”