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Signalboosting chapter 1 because my fics almost never show up in the tags! No clue what's up with that but happy Tano Tuesday, Star Wars people!
In another life - Chapter 1 - Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him 
Rating: M for smut in later chapters
Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to! 
Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; little angsty but not to much; you dumped him; 
no use of y/n 
Word count: 1,999 
chapter 2 here
Let me know if you’re enjoying this, I’m already 6k words in, I will be switching PoVs in between chapters. 
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You blinked carefully, the ringing in your ears slowly subsiding. The explosion in front of your hiding spot had cost at least three of the people you were taking cover with their lives. You could hear the sound of X-Wings above you as the Resistance landed and pushed the First Order troopers further back from the spot you were seeking shelter in with a few of the village’s children. 
Years ago, when you had decided to stop mindlessly traveling through the galaxy, running away from problems and emotions long pushed aside now, and settled on the mostly empty swamp planet you had been glad for the peace and quiet the small village brought with it. The villagers had warmed up to you quickly after you had gotten a chance to prove that you were not a threat to their secluded life but an asset. 
Right now you were cursing the fact that this planet had been mostly untouched by the First Order. Due to the secluded lifestyle most of the inhabitants of the village were farmers and while they were very capable of hunting down the local wildlife they were not trained to evade blaster fire. Of course it was just your luck that the First Order had picked this planet to make their own. You supposed you were indeed slightly lucky because the Resistance was here too. The thought that they were here to protect the more helpless people in the galaxy was nice, but you knew better than that. They probably wanted the planet as a base for themselves. The pilots were pushing the troopers back further and you saw how a few of them broke away from the squad, trying to sneak behind the Resistance ships. 
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In another life - Chapter 4 - Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him
Rating: M for smut in later chapters
Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to!
Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; now with more angst; you dumped him;
no use of y/n
Word count: 1640
first chapter here ; second here ; third here
also can we just appreciate gif-makers on tumblr real quick? I could never.
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Poe Dameron woke up to a cold bed with pain shooting through his right side. He lifted his left hand, pressing his thumb and index finger against the bridge of his nose and blinked slowly, adjusting his eyes to the bright light that shone onto your shared bed. He had expected you to be there. Not that he had almost died or anything but he had gotten seriously hurt and with the way you usually fussed over him, he would have bet good credits on the fact that your hovering face was the first thing he would see this morning. Smiling softly, he lifted his hand to the chain dangling around his neck and played around with the ring his mother had left him.
He was going to ask you soon, he had found this little hidden spot outside of town that looked beautiful in the soft evening sun. Not as beautiful as you would look of course, but it was a close second. He would take you there after a nice dinner at this little hole in the wall spot you loved to go to if the two of you had a job well done to celebrate. He would have to wait for that because you would get suspicious right away if he tried to take you for no reason. He could wait a little longer though, if that meant spending the rest of his days by your side.
Poe had been thinking about this for a while now, settling down with you somewhere safer. The nagging urge to do something greater, to help end this war and have his life mean something again never quite left him but your presence stilled it. He often thought about his mother and father these days, marveling about the things they had achieved and the sacrifices they had made for so many lives they didn’t even know personally in a Galaxy that was in dire need of help. He looked up to their achievements but above everything else, he looked up to their unconditional love for each other.
When Lieutenant Shara Bey and Seargent Kes Dameron came home from missions it was common knowledge that their debriefings were not to be held immediately. Instead they would rush to their quarters and envelop Poe in a big hug, sharing a kiss over his head and then they would spend at least and hour with him, sitting with their hands intertwined and him between them. Shara would tell him about the maneuvers she had flown that day, always keeping the horrors of the battles away from him in the meantime. When it was really urgent for them to go to the debriefings they would still make sure to at least pop into the room and let Poe know they were both back and safe. Poe also remembered how his father was never the same after Shara had died. Of course Poe missed his mother dearly, but it was as if a part of Kes had left with her that faithful day. He thought to himself that if he could form this sort of unbreakable bond with someone, not just anyone, the rest would follow along. Poe was certain he had found his someone in you. He leaned back into the softness of the pillows you had picked out on the market of Kijimi and turned his head towards your side of the bed, breathing in your smell and letting his eyes flutter shut. Yes, he thought to himself, being by your side was the right choice. He was where he was meant to be and so he drifted off again into a dreamless sleep.
The next time Poe Dameron woke up he was covered in cold sweat. A feeling of dread still lingered as he sat up abruptly in your bed. He dragged one shaking hand through his matted curls that were now sticking to his head. Looking around for you he noticed that there was no new sign of your presence since the last time he had awoken. “I’m sure she’s just out for a bit longer.”, he muttered to himself. Due to his wound and the two times he had fallen asleep now, he had no idea how much time had passed since you had half dragged him back into your home. Sneaking up on your attackers had been a reckless idea but he could not bear the thought of you getting hurt because of his business decisions. Sitting up with a groan he decided to hop into the refresher before your most likely imminent return. Gingerly peeling off the bandaging around his midst he studied his wound. A clean shot to his right side, nothing vital was hit otherwise he would not be sitting here.
You had patched him up carefully and although he could not remember the actual process he could see you in front of his inner eye, strong hands thoughtfully cleaning and dressing the wound while caressing the skin around it, your sweet mouth talking him through the process even while he faded in and out of consciousness, keeping him informed and guiding him through the pain.
Every step he took to the refresher felt like a parsec to him but the feeling of disgust at his blood and sweat soaked skin was stronger than the urge to lie back down. Once he had managed to reach the room and close the door, he allowed himself to turn around and study himself in the mirror for a moment. His skin looked sickly pale and his eyes were sunken in, dark circles surrounding them. Maybe he had lost more blood than he had thought initially.
Poe’s mind drifted to the amount of angst seeing him like this had most likely given you and he made a silent promise to make it up to you when you got home. His heart warmed at the idea of you returning to him and lighting up when you saw him on his feet again. If he was still strong enough after the shower and you weren’t there yet he would make your favorite breakfast to surprise you before pulling you back into bed with him.
With another glance at the ring around his neck and a small smile he stepped into the fresher. The water felt amazing on his skin, he could not remember the last time a shower by himself had felt this good. He massaged shampoo into his scalp way longer than necessary, letting the zingy-citrusy smell of it waft over him and inhaling deeply. After thoroughly scrubbing the grime of the day off of him and carefully cleaning the area around his wound he stepped out of the shower and dried off. When Poe turned towards your shared dressed to pull out a clean pair of pants and a shirt he noticed that it looked off somehow.
He spent some time looking at it, blinking slowly when the realization dawned on him. Your clothes were gone. His brows furrowed. Why would your clothes be gone if you were just out for a moment? He looked around more and noticed that the picture of your family you usually had on your nightstand was gone too. Poe’s feet carried him out the door before his brain could catch up to the movement, one of the used speeders you had bought after a job had paid way better than both of you had expected was gone too.
He didn’t know for how long he stared at the vacant spot next to his own speeder. His teeth were shattering by the time he was pulled back into reality by the noises of the people of Kijimi waking up and going about their daily business. All of them were non the wiser that his world was shattering in front of them as they left their homes to reach their destinations this morning. Poe Dameron had no destination anymore, his mind was spinning, he was drifting, his ears were ringing, you had left him in the middle of the night and taken his hope for a happy ending away with you.
Slowly, the ringing subsided and the noise of the world bled back into his mind. It was too loud, too much and he hurried back into your home. He saw his reflection in the mirror in the hall when he came in, his eyes were red-rimmed. When had he started to cry? Unfocused, he felt around for the first object he could find and hurled it at the mirror. He could not stand to look at himself right now. What had he done to make you leave? “Fuck!”, he yelled, turning towards the kitchen and clearing the counter with one angry swipe of his arm. As the plates and glasses that were on the counter shattered, he saw a piece of paper slowly drift towards the ground. He didn’t even notice that he cut himself on the remains of your favorite mug as he picked it up. You had written his name on the back of it in shaky cursive and folded it once. 
The blood from his hand mixed with his tears on the paper as he read the last words he had from you. “I’ll find you in another life, Dameron, be a hero”. He should have told you, he shouldn’t have waited, if only you had known he was willing to put the need to become part of the Resistance aside for you, that he wanted you to be with him forever and settle down with you, if you had known, you never would have left him. Poe Dameron sunk to his knees in the middle of your broken home and for the first time since his mother had died he sobbed loudly and openly, mourning the life he could have had.
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I am. so. sorry. to put the poor guy through this. As always, thank you guys for reading, comments, likes and reblogs are very, very appreciated, they are what keeps me writing :) 
The flashback is over, so prepare for really awkward tension in the next chapter!
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In another life - Chapter 3 - Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him
Rating: M for smut in later chapters
Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to!
Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; now with more angst; you dumped him;
no use of y/n
Word count: 2220
first chapter here ; second here ; fourth at the bottom
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Kijimi, a few years ago
“Dameron, what in the everloving fuck did you do?”, you yelled over the sound of blasterfire.
“He altered the deal, so I altered it even further!”, Poe called back to you.
“Well he wasn’t happy with that, I’m guessing”, you retorted. Quickly you raised your blaster over the large barrels you were taking cover behind and shot at the attackers blindly. They were approaching rapidly and from what you could tell, there was quite a few of them. The frigid air smelled like spilled spice and the coldness was slowly seeping into your clothes, the floor underneath you was making you shiver. Your hands were shaking, unsteadily holding your blaster and you weren’t sure if it was from the impending feeling of doom or the low temperature on the planet you had made your temporary home on.
“If we die here Poe, I’ll haunt your ass!”, you shouted, turning to where he was sitting mere moments ago. The spot next to you was vacant.
“What the fuck, Dameron?” Kriffing cunt. He left you alone in this. Of course you knew he hadn’t run off, he would never turn his back on you but he had some sort of suicidal plan he was currently implementing without consulting you first. By now you knew that that was typical for him but the way your heart sped up, fearing for his wellbeing, was always the same, even with the knowledge that he had returned to you safely every time so far.
You grabbed the blaster tightly, pulling out a small mirror, which you usually used to fix your hair in the middle of a long day, from your pocket and let it peak out slightly next to the barrels. You could see at least three of them slowly closing in on you. You picked the one to the far right off first, aiming your blaster and shooting him in the chest. He thudded onto the floor, alarming the other two. The next time you held out the mirror you saw the flash of a familiar looking jacket on the rooftop behind the attackers. How had he been able to sneak up on them like this?
Poe snuck closer, leaping soundlessly from roof to roof and dropped down on the man on the far left, taking him down with the full force of his body and choking him out. You left your cover, ready to take the last man down, who was aiming his blaster at Poe. Your companion was still busy with the other attacker and didn’t notice the dangerous situation he had gotten himself into. “Dameron, move”, you screamed, hands shaking from the cold as you willed you blaster to shoot the last attacker. You missed just as he hit his mark. Poe had whipped around slightly but not far enough for the shot to miss him entirely. You couldn’t see how bad it was from you position but he went down with the intensity of the pain.
Letting out a feral growl you aimed at the last man, adrenaline steadying your hands as you hit the mark not once but four times in your uproaring anger.
“Maker, baby, cool it, I think you got him”, you heard Poe wheeze behind you. His voice sounded thin and strained but at least he was talking to you.
“Kriff, I thought you died on me for a second, Dameron”, you whispered. He was still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily. Your eyes slid down to his waist, where the weapon had penetrated his flesh. He looked up at you, eyes wide. “Sweetheart, I think I still might”, his voice was wavering, he was scared.
“No, no, you’re alright, I just need to get you home, I have a cauterizer, we can fix this”, you rambled. Of course he knew you had a cauterizer, you lived together. You just needed to keep talking to help yourself focus and most importantly, to keep him alert. Red was blooming through his big coat now and you could barely hold it together. Hands still shaking you lifted the scarf you were wearing off of you and tied it around his mid tightly. Getting him home was a hassle, you were more dragging than carrying him as he faded in and out of consciousness.
Normally, you loved wandering around the streets of Kijimi with him at night. You thought about the times you two had sneaked through the allies, a bottle of Corellian Firewhiskey in one hand, stealing quick kisses here and there on your way home. He needed to hold on so you could spend more nights like this, bathing in the moonlight and unbothered by the cold, unsure if the warmth you felt came from the drink in your hand or the way he looked at you.
Finally, you made it and carefully guided him towards your shared bed. His skin was cold as ice, his lips blue and he had stopped shivering a while ago. You covered all the areas you didn’t need to access to cauterize his wound with thick blankets made from bantha wool. After cauterizing the wound, you sat next to him until he started shivering again. Planting a soft kiss on his forehead you allowed yourself to relax slightly and take your eyes off of him while he slept. You nuzzled his head, whispering soft nothings into his hair and letting your tears fall freely. The ice-cold grip of fear closed around your heart as the realization set in that you had almost lost him today.
 Hours Later
Groaning, he pushed himself up on the headboard hours later, eyes trained on your exhausted and tear-stained face. “Do you think this is all I’m good for? Running spice until I get killed?”, he asked.
“Of course not Poe, that’s ridiculous.” You were unsure of what he was getting at but you didn’t like the undertone in his voice one bit.
“I want my life to mean something, no stick around here in fear of the First Order.”
“Poe, I-”
“I know this isn’t the life you want to lead, sweetheart. If I’m sure about one thing it’s that I want you by my side, wherever that may lead us.”, he interrupted.
“Poe you can’t make a decision like this based on your love for me! I’ve seen you fly, I’ve seen you fight, they’d be lucky to have you.”
“Come with me then!”
“I couldn’t, the things I’ve done in life Poe, I’m not one of the good ones, I’m not talented like you, I’d be a burden more than an asset to the Resistance.”
“Think about it baby, we could help end this war”, the idea of fighting for a cause, dying for it, made your spine chill. You were not brave like him, you were not nearly as selfless as he was. Quite the opposite actually, you wanted to hide out on some backwater planet, take Poe with you and wait the result of this war out. It wasn’t like the sides of this war didn’t matter to you, you were painfully aware that the First Order and the Resistance weren’t two sides of the same power hungry coin.
You had seen and felt the destruction the First Order inflicted on the people of the galaxy first-hand. You were clinging desperately to the idea that you could make a living as a spice runner, with Poe always by your side, more bothered by the deals you were closing than by the constant fighting around you.
Your father had once told you that this was how movements like the First Order came into power in the first place, because people refused to accept the state of the world and rise up but instead tried to protect their own little flawless corner of the galaxy with all their might until it was too late. “I’m no hero, Poe. I don’t want this.”, the words slipped out unintentionally but that didn’t change the truth behind them.
“People are dying everywhere around us.”, he shot back, “We could be next if we don’t do anything about this.”
“I’m sorry, if you chose this you’re going down a path I can’t follow.” The look of hurt in Poe’s eyes following your declaration made you physically recoil. You never wanted to hurt him, could he not understand that you wanted him to be okay, wanted the both of you to be free and together, regardless of anything else? You gazed into his eyes, willing him to understand why you reacted the way you did. Instead he averted his eyes, searching around the room for something to focus on. The silence that settled between the two of you was an uneasy one and it kept stretching on.
You were about to open your mouth when you heard him quietly whisper “You are my everything, I’d never give that up. I’d never choose anything over you.” Tears were stinging in your eyes but you did your best to hold them back.
“Let’s go to sleep, Poe”, you replied quietly. You settled down carefully next to him, leaning over while making sure not to come near his wound. Your hand reached up to stroke over his face, fingertips softly grazing over his stubble. You leaned in, softly touching his lips with your own.
“We can talk about this tomorrow”, you said. Poe drifted off into a deep sleep soon after, the exhaustion and the blood loss pulling him under. You however stayed up, thinking about what he had said.
Poe had potential, he was brave, albeit to reckless for his own good. He would make a great member of the Resistance. You could see him making a difference in this war. When you pictured him, shining hero of the Resistance, you couldn’t see yourself with him anymore. Poe was good and selfless, for all his snarky and flirty comments he was soft at heart, caring and passionate.
You were not.
You just wanted to curl up next to him and stay in your shared bed forever. Poe was destined to be something greater and your fears were holding him back. He had said he would never choose anything over you. He didn’t have to, you would make that choice for him. In the time you had gotten to share with him, your lives had intertwined and you barely remembered what it felt like to be without him. This realization shocked you. You needed to let him go, let him realize his dreams and you had to allow yourself to go and find yourself again. Not once did you doubt that he was the person for you but you feared the timing the two of you had was off. Maybe there was a chance for you, another day, to rekindle what you had.
Quietly, you slipped out from under the arm he had thrown over you and collected a few items you wanted to take with you. After carelessly stuffing a few items of clothing into your bag, you let your fingers slide over the pictures of the two of you that were displayed in the room. You decided to slip one of them into your bag as a reminder of the things in the galaxy that were worth fighting for. The tears streaming down your face where only made obvious to you when they dripped onto the bag in front of you. You wiped your face with the shirt you were wearing, the fabric scratchy on your soft skin. You wanted to take one of his shirts with you but you knew that the minute you unpacked it you would be on your way back to him. You couldn’t be selfish right now, you needed to be selfless like Poe so that he could have a chance in this galaxy and not waste his life running spice with you. It was for the best.
You planned on leaving a note, not wanting him to think someone took you against your will. Hands shaking, you skribbled “I’ll find you in another life, Dameron, be a hero” onto a piece of paper and turned back to his sleeping form. What a dumb thing to say, but you were at a loss for words. Yet, you wanted to believe in those ridiculous words you wrote down, sounding like a girlish fantasy.
It was better this way, for him. You would manage somehow.
He was in a deep but restless sleep. Careful not to wake him you placed a hand on his forehead and he stilled immediately. Fresh tears prickled in your eyes. You bent down one last time to kiss his lips gently, bidding him a slient farewell. You shouldered your bag and looked back over to his sleeping form one last time, the urge to lie back down was overwhelming. “This is for his best.”, you reminded yourself and closed the door quietly. As you heaved your bag onto one of the two speeders parked outside, you allowed the tears to flow freely, weeping for the life you could have had if it was not for the situation around you.
He was the right person for you, you were sure of that. It was just the wrong time, the turmoil in the galaxy left no room for happy endings.
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In another life - Chapter 2 - Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him
Rating: M for smut in later chapters
Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to!
Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; little angsty but not to much; you dumped him;
no use of y/n
Word count: 1577
previous chapter here , next chapter at the bottom
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Poe Dameron’s day had started out pretty normal. He had showered quickly, put on a fresh undershirt and jumped into his worn, orange flight suit. The material felt like a second skin to him by now. General Organa had announced the mission to him, briefed him in a quiet and urgent voice and he had boarded his ship soon after, his squadron following behind, loyal and willing to fight by his side as ever. Just your average day. In hyperspeed he did something out of the ordinary though. He should have known that this was the tipping point, where it all went to shit.
His fingers grazed the edge of something hidden he had tucked away beneath his controls. It was a photo, edges worn and creased, well loved and faded. He looked younger in it, more carefree, arms wrapped around your waist while you had your legs wrapped around his torso. Your faces were smushed together, cheek to cheek and you were both smiling brightly at the camera. Pain welled up inside of him as he brushed the tip of his index finger over your face. You had left him behind years ago, tears brimmed in his eyes as he remembered the moment he had realized you were gone. The strain on your relationship had been big, he knew that. He had been preoccupied in the end, trying to find the right place for himself in this twisted galaxy and had joined the Resistance immediately after you left since he had toyed with the idea for a while. His accomplishments filled him with pride and his relationships warmed his heart but nothing and no one made him feel the way you used to. Poe dwelled on the idea “What if…?” every once in a while but there was usually something that triggered it, sometimes it was just a smell leading to a memory which hit him harder than he thought it would and then he found himself in his room, curling his hand around his mother’s necklace as he remembered how close he was to giving it to you. Before.
The drop out of hyperspace tore him away from his train of thought and he pushed everything that didn’t concern the mission away. Black-Two, Black-Three and Black-Four landed on the surface while Poe surveyed the situation from above. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea of this but after Wexley had insisted that he was their best flyer and they needed air support, in case the First Order sent reinforcements. He prided himself in listening to his team, never had he intended on becoming a high ranking asset of the Resistance, he just wanted to help, to have a purpose in life.
Poe hovered close by, hearing the commotion below him and then he saw the First Order ship abruptly leave the surface, without even noticing him. Poe considered engaging with them but he knew better than to anger a beaten First Order fleet. He waited with baited breath for the comms to come to life and hear his squadron talk to him, alive and well.
“Black Leader, this is Black Three, Black Leader, come in please.”, came Jessika’s voice over the comms. Finally.
“Black Three, this is Black Leader, you good?”, he replied.
“Wexley got hit but one of the villagers took down some troopers and basically saved his ass.”
Kriffing hell, he thought to himself. He was glad Wexley was okay because Poe was not sure how well he would react to losing someone close to his heart right now. Hell maybe they could even bring home a new recruit if that villager was any good, Maker knows the Resistance needed it.
“Wexley, Kun, Pava, you’re magical, well done. Black Leader landing.”, Poe laughed.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Dameron.” The com-link crackled and Pava was gone.
He landed his X-Wing carefully, jumping out on the opposite side of his team. “You know guys, I’m really freaking proud of you, showing those bucketbrains how it’s done. I think we deserve a go-”
Kriff. This couldn’t be. His mouth moved, no words coming out. He blinked. Maybe he got shot out of the sky and this was all just a fever dream. Maybe he was currently lying in the wreckage of his X-Wing and bleeding out and you were the vision taking him to the afterlife. There were no words that could accurately summarize his emotions right now.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”, was what came out in the end. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling of familiarity and alienation that washed over him at the same time was making him feel uneasy.
“Poe, I-”, you started but he cut you off. He couldn’t do this right now, not in front of his squadron.
“No, don’t bother. None of my business, eh?”
The amount of bitterness in his own voice didn’t escape him but he had stowed his feelings for you away for so long, he was allowed to let some of it out, one way or another. He let the rest of the conversation wash over him, nodding along to the information his squadron gave him and reluctantly agreeing when they suggested that you should join them on the mission. He knew what you were capable of and his feelings were not supposed to be his main concern right now. After Pava and you had left and Wexley had boarded his X-Wing to return back to base to have his wound looked at, Kun and Poe headed out into the opposite direction to asset the damage in the village.
A few steps away from the ship Kun touched his shoulder softly. “I don’t want to intrude, Dameron. Really, but I haven’t seen you react this strongly to anyone before. Who is she?” Her question was quiet but firm. Poe had always admired the way she made people open up to her, it wasn't like she forced the information out of anyone. People shared their worries with Karé Kun willingly and she somehow always found the right words to sooth the pain of others.
He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. “She was my girlfriend. Before the Resistance. I was ready to marry her, kriff, days away from asking actually, when we had a fight. I told her I wanted to join, fight against the First Order, had been wanting to for a long time actually but I just couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. She said she didn’t want me to hold this over her later, didn’t want me to think I made the wrong decision. I went to bed angry that night, we never used to. The next morning she was gone, the only thing she left behind was a note next to our bed. “I’ll find you in another life, Dameron, be a hero.” it said. Can you believe that? I tried to stay, waited for her to return for a few days but staying where we used to spend all our time together made me slowly go crazy. So I left and joined the Resistance shortly after.”
Karé was staring at him with big eyes. “I’m so sorry Poe, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No one knows”, he replied, “but I’m glad I told you. Thank you for listening Karé.”
She smiled softly up at him and squeezed his shoulder. They went on their way but they were able to smell that there was nothing left before they could see it. The village was nothing but burning piles of what must have been the village's inhabitants at some point and ashes by the time they got there. Flames were licking at the small homes and the smell of burning flesh and wood lingered in the air. Poe called out for survivors but only the sound of his own voice echoed back to him. A window exploded out of one of the houses. He dragged a hand over his face, feeling drained at the sight in front of him. His comlink began lighting up at the same time as Karé’s did.
“Kriff. It’s Jess! Distress signal!”, she called but Poe had already broken onto a sprint, your name falling from his lips.
He didn’t dare to slow down all the way to the location Jess had sent him, only halting at the cave entrance for Karé to catch up before storming in blindly. It was too quiet and he looked around quickly, eyes searching frantically until they landed on you. He breathed your name before catching himself and straightening up.
He automatically kicked into Commander-Dameron-Mode, as Jess liked to call it, and started comforting the villagers. He only registered Pava making a loud noise in the back of his mind but the loud thunk that followed had him turning around quickly, half expecting more troopers. Instead he saw you, crumbled on the floor, burned arm outstretched and looking pale. He was by your side in an instant, cradling your head softly in his lap. You skin was ashen and you didn't react to him softly shaking your shoulder. He tried again, more frantic. “Hey, come on, wake up baby”, the endearing term fell off his lips easily, like it had all those years ago. "Let me see those pretty eyes, come on." He looked up to his crew, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "I just found her again...", he whispered. 
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In another life - Chapter 1 - Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him 
Rating: M for smut in later chapters
Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to! 
Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; little angsty but not to much; you dumped him; 
no use of y/n 
Word count: 1,999 
chapter 2 here
Let me know if you’re enjoying this, I’m already 6k words in, I will be switching PoVs in between chapters. 
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You blinked carefully, the ringing in your ears slowly subsiding. The explosion in front of your hiding spot had cost at least three of the people you were taking cover with their lives. You could hear the sound of X-Wings above you as the Resistance landed and pushed the First Order troopers further back from the spot you were seeking shelter in with a few of the village’s children. 
Years ago, when you had decided to stop mindlessly traveling through the galaxy, running away from problems and emotions long pushed aside now, and settled on the mostly empty swamp planet you had been glad for the peace and quiet the small village brought with it. The villagers had warmed up to you quickly after you had gotten a chance to prove that you were not a threat to their secluded life but an asset. 
Right now you were cursing the fact that this planet had been mostly untouched by the First Order. Due to the secluded lifestyle most of the inhabitants of the village were farmers and while they were very capable of hunting down the local wildlife they were not trained to evade blaster fire. Of course it was just your luck that the First Order had picked this planet to make their own. You supposed you were indeed slightly lucky because the Resistance was here too. The thought that they were here to protect the more helpless people in the galaxy was nice, but you knew better than that. They probably wanted the planet as a base for themselves. The pilots were pushing the troopers back further and you saw how a few of them broke away from the squad, trying to sneak behind the Resistance ships. 
“Not today, bucketbrains”, you muttered and made eye contact with the other two people left to protect the village’s children. “Stay.”, you commanded, “Do what you must to protect them.” You raised your blaster, a relic of a life left behind, and left your initial place of coverage. The time you had spent living here gave you a clear advantage and you snuck up on the first pair of troopers undetected, trees and greenery providing a perfect cover for your task, taking one out by quietly leaping at him from behind and breaking his neck. You had picked up his Z6 before the other one had a chance to turn around and you thrust the baton into the space between armor and helmet of the second trooper. “Kriffing riot control”, you muttered, stepping over the body. 
Baton in your dominant hand and blaster in the other you advanced, spotting two more troopers ready to aim at the Rebels from behind. Quickly you aimed your blaster at the one closer to you, aiming costing you slightly more concentration than it would with your other hand. He fell down with a thud but you decided to fire again for good measure. As the second trooper turned you took cover behind a tree, switching hands on your weapons. He looked around wildly and decided to turn back towards the Rebels, willing to take at least one of them with him if he had to die. “Pilots, watch out!”, you yelled stepping out from behind the tree and aiming at the trooper. He had already pulled the trigger by the time your shot made him drop down but your yell had made the pilots turn and lead to the shot that was aimed at one pilots heart going into their shoulder instead. The remaining troopers were boarding ship, leaving the planet’s surface. 
You stepped out of the woods and hollered “You okay?” into the direction of the X-Wings. Another pilot had climbed the X-Wing that belonged to the injured one and was helping them out of the cockpit. A third was approaching you. 
“Thanks to you we are. Jessika Pava the name.” You nodded politely, stating your name as she walked you towards the X-Wings. 
“Well hello, you really saved our asses just now!”, one of the pilots next to the X-Wings said.“ 
Pava heaved herself up, top half disappearing in her X-Wing. “Black Leader, this is Black Three, Black Leader, come in please.”, she spoke into her comms. 
They crackled to life as a distorted male voice replied “Black Three, this is Black Leader, you good?” 
“Wexley got hit but one of the villagers took down some troopers and basically saved his ass.”
“Wexley, Kun, Pava, you’re magical, well done. Black Leader landing.” 
“You’re not so bad yourself, Dameron.”, Pava laughed. 
Dameron. There was no kriffing way it was him. The were many people with that name in the galaxy. Didn’t mean he was your Dameron. Not that he was yours anyway, you both had clarified that. 
Memories you had worked so hard to suppress were forcefully pooling into your mind. The world around you was blurring, the air suddenly smelled suspiciously like a night in the streets of Kijimi. This couldn’t be. You saw another X-Wing approaching and your heart sped up. There was no way of telling that it was even him but your body still reacted to the idea of him being near you like it did all those years ago. You only noticed that you were holding your breath when you let it out in a big gush of air as the ship touched the ground. The cockpit opened up and a figure swung out, still hidden behind the body of the ship. 
“You know guys, I’m really freaking proud of you, showing those bucketbrains how it’s done. I think we deserve a go-”, his voice faltered as he rounded the ship, eyes landing on you. You wanted to snort at him using the exact same insult you had but all air left your lungs. He looked even better than the day you left, soft curls peaking out from underneath his helmet, clad in a worn bright orange flight suit. It was unmistakably him, Poe kriffing Dameron. 
Your eyes met his and the look of hurt that washed over his dark orbs and settled into them made your stomach churn. You wanted to say something, anything really, but you couldn’t form words. He seemed to be having the same problem, lips moving slightly without a sound coming out. The Black Squadron had noticed the tension and you could see them uneasily shifting and whispering the corner of your eye. When he finally settled on something to say it came out strangled. 
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Poe, I-”, you started. He huffed. “No, don’t bother. None of my business, eh?”, you had never heard his voice sound so bitter when he addressed you but you guessed you deserved it. 
“Did you save my squadron?”, he inquired. You shifted under his gaze, still trying to find the right words. The man, Wexley you remembered, chimed in.
 “Oh she absolutely did. Could be planning my funeral otherwise, Commander.”
Commander. The title suited him. You knew he was wearing it with pride. “Course you did”, Poe muttered, still looking at you. “Alright, Black Squadron with me, let’s check up on the people around here.” 
Wexley huffed out a big breath, trying – unsuccessfully – to comply to his commanders orders. Pava rushed to him, supporting his body weight. “No offense, Commander but I think we might need to let Wexley head home early.” Poe nodded in agreement. 
Wexley looked him in the eye and said “Maybe you should take her”, jerking his head at you, “she seems to know what she’s doing around here.” Resentment settled on Poe’s sharp features, eyes darting between his crew and you. Tiredness took over soon after and he sighed. 
Directly addressing you he said “You’re with Pava.” Nodding curtly, you turned around to the woman, who was stripping off her helmet, revealing beautifully sleek hair and a pretty facial structure. A pang of jealously bloomed in your chest, wondering if Poe had looked at her before and thought of her as beautiful too. You had no right to feel that way but that didn’t stop your insides from uncomfortably twisting at the thought. 
You motioned you fingers in the direction of the hideout and Pava followed you. As you approached you yelled “It’s me, don’t shoot!”. The fact that there was no reply made you grow antsy and you shared an uneasy look with Pava, who was about to say something as you raised a gloved finger to your lips. You held your other hand to your ear, motioning for her to listen quietly. Sneaking close to the entrance both of you could hear the strong electrical buzz of another shock baton. Your eyes widened looking over at Pava who had unmistakably heard the same thing. Kriff, kriff, kriff. 
“No other way in”, you mouthed. “Gotta overpower them, contact Poe” His given name slipped out of your mouth so easily, word caressing your tongue like a melting piece of chocolate. The familiarity that was still lingering after years made you shift with uneasiness. 
Pava clicked a button on the side of the comlink on her wrist and straightened her shoulders. “You go high, I go low”, you whispered. She nodded. The cave was filled with cowering children, one of the villagers you had left behind was on the floor, cold eyes staring up at the ceiling of the cave. The other was standing in front of the children, arms stretched out wide as to protect them. 
Two troopers were standing in the centre of the cave, one with his baton at ready, one pointing a blaster at the last remaining villager. Pava and you shared a quick look, your head jerked towards the Riot Trooper and then you pointed at yourself. Pava nodded, staying back, weapon trained on the other trooper. Stealthily you snuck up on the trooper, lifting the Z6 you were still carrying around and, without activating it, jammed the end of it under the front of the troopers helmet, pressing it against his neck. A grugling sound escaped his throat as you tightened your arms around the baton, pressing the trooper into your chest while he struggled, jamming his own baton into your arm several times. You couldn’t let go now and after a few seconds he finally went slack in your arms. 
The other trooper had been alarmed by the noises of his companion but Pava had reacted faster than he possibly could and shot him right trough the helmet. Both of you turned to each other and shared a slight grin, you thought that you might have been good friends in another life. One where you stuck around instead of breaking Poe’s heart maybe. 
As if on cue, Dameron stormed into the cave, blaster drawn and looking around frantically, the other pilot right on his heels. His wide eyes landed on you and some of the tension left his shoulders and his lips mouthed what could have been your name, your vision was becoming slightly blurry. Noticing his momentary slip up he straightened his back immediately. 
Not looking at you again he strode over to the village’s children and the last remaining grown villager around. “My name is Commander Poe Dameron, I’m with the Resistance. Let me help you.” The sound of his voice, so silky smooth yet official, made your knees weak. He had grown into his new position finely, authority making his chest puff slightly when he talked but not obnoxiously so. You felt the overwhelming urge to sit down and sank onto a nearby rock. 
Pava knelt down next to you, smiling. “We’re a pretty great team, don’t you think?”, she said. You nodded, room spinning slightly as you did. “You’re cool, Pava.”, you said. Her brows knitted together at the slight slurring in your voice. “Are you hurt?”, she asked and you lifted the arm the trooper had shocked very slightly, feeling the adrenaline rush leave your body. Pava gasped and the world around you went black.
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Thinking about you for the entire mission - part 2
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader ; Poe Dameron x You
No use of y/n
** Hi, it’s editing me, just posted this on ao3, too:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29776950 **
Rating: E (use of swear words, description of sexual act, alcohol, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that kids), slight breeding kink (not really? he cums inside.), did I miss something (please let me know)? )
Word count: 4378 words
Part one here 
Summary:  (Part 1) You, Black Seven, part of Poe Dameron’s famed Black Squadron, have just returned from a rescue mission and the squad wants to celebrate. However, you just want to take a shower and work off some of the tension the last few weeks built up inside of you. You are ready to slip into bed after a nice shower when one handsome Captain shows up at your door drunk. 
(Part 2) You wake up the night after Poe drunkenly stumbled into your room, smut ensues. 
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You woke up with a heavy weight on your waist. Your back was warm and you felt well rested for the first time in a long time. The urge to snuggled deeper into the warmth was overwhelming. You blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dim light in your room. It must have been early still, before sunrise. The memories of last night came rushing back to you the moment you felt something hard press into your backside. This wasn’t some random hookup in bed with you, it was Poe freaking Dameron, who had drunkenly fallen asleep in your bed yesterday. You squeezed your eyes shut again, hoping this was nothing but a hallucination, formed by your sex-deprived body and mind. Of course you had no such luck.
What should your next step be? Get up and act casual about it? Keep your eyes shut and pretend you were still asleep? You were still considering when the arm around your waist tightened once and then went slack again. It took most of your self-restraint not to sink into Dameron’s warm embrace, but he had been drunk last night, maybe still was. He probably had no idea who he was pulling close right now.
Poe let out a happy sigh and mumbled “Morning Seven” into your hair. You stiffened. The low rumble of his sleepy voice did unspeakable things to your body. You decided to concentrate on the problem at hand instead. Apparently he did know who was in bed with him. Dank farrik, what were you gonna say. Kriff.
“Remember last night?”, you questioned.
“Mhhh partially, I think, remember you for sure.”, he purred into your ear, the hot breath puffing against your ear sent shivers down your spine.
“Nothing happened between us, Captain Dameron.”, once again you put emphasis on the word. Mainly to remind yourself how wrong this was but you couldn’t help the warm tingle that settled in your lower stomach. At the mention of his title you could feel his shoulders stiffen. He removed his arm and you hated yourself for the way your body yearned for the touch as soon as it left you. If this was his cue to leave you’d at least have something to think about later.
He rose up on one arm behind you, softly touching your shoulder. “Hey Seven, look at me for a second.”, he demanded with no real authority behind the request. No, you didn’t want to. Embarrassment was creeping up your cheeks hotly, tinting them cherry red. He was going to ask why you hadn’t kicked him out but instead decided to lie with him.
You would have to switch squadrons out of embarrassment, even worse you would have to explain it to your comrades. You just knew Jessika would be sad about it, invested enough to ask questions and dig until she was satisfied.
You were still thinking when you felt a rough hand touch your chin, softly moving your head to look at him. He had shrugged his shirt and belt off some time during the night, a thin layer of sweat was still covering his chest. It was broad and mostly smooth, sun-kissed with a few scars in varying sizes scattered over it. Around his neck was a silver necklace, a ring dangling from it.
He was talking, kriff, you missed part of it. You forced yourself to focus on his voice instead of the muscle in his biceps that flexed as he shifted his weight. “… didn’t force you into anything last night, did I? I could never forgive myself if I did. I shouldn’t have come he-”, he rambled on. Your eyes met his, still as beautiful as they were last night, maybe even more so without the drunken glaze over them, but now they were clouded in sorrow. He looked genuinely disturbed at the idea of causing you discomfort.
“Dameron.”, you interjected but he was still going on and on. “Hey, hey, Poe!” He stopped mid-sentence, his lips still hanging open and forming a slight “o”. He blinked at you.
“Nothing happened, you’re fine. I’m fine.”
“But I… I remember seeing you naked, I woke up in your bed. I thought I-”, he argued, voice faltering as he desperately tried to remember more of last night’s events.
His left hand was still on your chin, you realized. He must have thought the same thing because he lowered it immediately. You scooted back a bit, not because he made you uncomfortable but because if you didn’t you wouldn’t trust yourself not to follow his hand and beg him to keep touching you. It really had been too kriffing long. It had nothing to do with the man himself, just the idea of being touched. Or maybe, just maybe, you thought to yourself, it had everything to do with him.
“Well you didn’t. Let me summarize for you. Big mission, went great but I’m sure you remember that much still, the squad went out for a drink, I didn’t, took a shower instead, ready to head to bed early. That’s where you waltz in, your dusty-ass boot stopped my door and you came in for a chat. You chatted, stumbled, I tried to catch you, my towel fell. You turned around immediately, like the fine gentleman you are, of course. Then you confiscated my bed. Believe it or not, you’re pretty hard to move and I wasn’t about to sleep on the floor in my own room. And now we’re here.”
“So I didn’t say or do anything that made you uncomfortable?”
“Well I mean you do hog the blankets, but for a drunk buff dude in the middle of the night you were pretty tame. Oh you also tricked me into complimenting your ass, but I guess that’s not too far off from sober-you behavior.”
“I’m so sorry. I should really leave.” Kriff, kriff, this might be your one shot at having an actual deep and private conversation with him. He was always surrounded by people on base, there was no knowing when or if you two would share a private moment again anytime soon, so you decided to bite the bullet. “Listen, you said something last night. I just need to know what you meant by it before you go, just for my own peace of mind, you know?”, you asked.
“Oh kriff, what did I say?”, under the embarrassment in his voice lingered something else and if you didn’t think the idea was absolutely ridiculous, you would almost say he sounded afraid.
“You said that you had been thinking about me for the entire mission, is that... true or was that just drunk you trying to get into my pants?”
For the first time since you two had been working together you saw Poe Dameron, who usually had a cocky comeback on his lips for everything, blush deeply and stay silent.
He averted his gaze and shifted away from you, swallowing loudly. Poe was sitting at the foot of the bed now, legs dangling off and his left hand was mindlessly playing with the ring on his necklace. You stood up, the urge to stretch your legs felt overwhelming and you decided to put a robe on, suddenly very aware of how much your fairly sheer sleepwear really showed. Sitting back down seemed too awkward for you, so you decided on leaning against the door to your closet, which was tugged into the wall.
“I promise this wasn’t what I was going to do. You see I was going to tell you, really, but not like this. Damn it, I was going to talk to you about it today, on our day off.” You weren’t sure if he wanted you to ask him directly what was going on or if he was just as lost in his own thoughts as you were in yours.
Yours were centered around the movement of his jawline while he was talking rapidly right now, it was angled, perfectly matching his other handsome features. The sun was rising now and the light that filtered through your barely raised blinds reflected in his eyes, making them look like dark honey. His eyes settled on you, catching yours while you stared at him and a small hesitant smile was playing around his lips.
“Might as well come right out with it then, eh?”, he paused, cleared his throat and said, quickly, like he was trying to rip off a bacta pad “You drive me crazy, Seven. It’s unbearable, the way you fly, the way you safe my ass again and again, the euphoric look on your face after a successful mission, the way you feel for others after one that was less successful, the way you quietly enjoy the air on the tarmac after we come back here, the way your -”, you zoned out, your body was moving on autopilot when you pushed yourself of off the wall, strode over and moved in-between his legs, lowered your head and kissed him square on the lips.
You pulled back and his eyes were huge, searching your face for a moment before fluttering down to your lips and then he crashed his mouth into yours again. He tasted like he went to sleep without brushing his teeth after a long night drinking, which was the case of course, but it didn’t matter. All you could feel was him. His hands came down to softly rest on your cheeks and began wandering, the rough fingers tracing over your cheek bone and your brow bone, smoothing over your hair and settling both sides of your throat. 
He hooked both of his hands together behind your neck and pulled you closer. You had to steady yourself on his broad chest before losing balance, the skin to skin contact sent sparks up your arms. You took a step back from between his spread legs, sucking in some fresh air greedily, pushing his knees together and straddling his lap while sliding your palms from his knees over his strong thighs and up his broad torso. Lazily resting your arms on his shoulders and leaning closer you whispered into his ear, “I was thinking about you last night before you came by, I was thinking about how good your touches would feel, how good you would feel and then you showed up in front of my door and I couldn’t believe my own eyes.”
What you said definitely had the desired effect on him, he let out a low curse and whispered back “Tell me what you were thinking about, babygirl”
You leaned back, this was what you had been longing for all this time and now you would take your sweet time with him.
“I was thinking about your hands”, you said, while simultaneously reaching for his left one, covering it with your right. “How you would touch me” You tugged on his hand slightly and he willingly relaxed his arm, letting you lead the way. You moved his hand from your neck down over the swelling of your right breast. “I was wondering… would you be all soft and sweet…” You bit your lip and locked eyes with him again. “… or would you be rough with me?” You closed your hand over his, making him squeeze your breast, never losing eye contact. His lips parted, they were swollen from the kisses you had shared just moments ago.
Poe inclined his head slightly and asked breathlessly “May I?”
You nodded eagerly and watched as Poe bent his head down and sealed his mouth over your left nipple. Your breasts were still covered by the thin shirt you wore to bed but the feeling of his hot mouth on you through this barrier was already better than anything you could have imagined. Your insides clenched, filling you with the urge to feel him inside of you. He sucked slightly and squeezed your other breast to the rhythm of his mouth’s movement. You could feel your nipples harden and Poe took this as a sign to pause his sucking and graze the one in his mouth softly with his teeth through the fabric.
You breathed in sharply, causing Poe’s mouth to pause. He pulled away and asked “This okay, sweetheart?” “Oh Maker, yes, Dameron.”
“Call me Poe, baby”, he muttered, sliding the fabric of your robe off of your left shoulder with his free hand. You moved your hand away from his, allowing him to slide the fabric off of the other shoulder too. After the robe thudded on the floor softly he moved his hands underneath your shirt, bunching the fabric up over his wrists while his palms snuck closer to your bare breasts.
You could feel how wet your pussy was, almost dripping for him and you used the moment he pulled the top over your head to shift your hips closer to his crotch, pushing your weeping cunt right above his throbbing erection. “Oh…”, he breathed softly. He closed his eyes for a quick moment and sucked in a breath. When he opened them again he let them trail over your naked torso.
He wasn’t touching you anymore but his gaze made your skin tingle nonetheless. “Touch me, Dameron, please”, you whispered. A slow grin spread across his face.
“Only if you call me Poe again”, he replied, fingers almost ghosting over you skin but not yet touching you. “Come on sweetheart, you know you want to.”
You had never called him Poe out loud before, except for earlier when you had to distract him from his rambling. Of course that would get him going.
“Is that what you’re into, hearing me say your name, all desperate and ready for you?” You ground your hips down while asking, loving the low moan he couldn’t hold back.
You wanted, no, needed to touch him, taste him, feel him inside of you. However, he still wasn’t touching you. “Se-ven, Seven, did you think you could break me that easily? Say it.”, he singsonged, his tone was playful but you had caught the slight crack in his voice at the beginning. Not touching you must have been occupying most of his concentration and self-control. Good. You could play this game a little longer. You leaned closer to his still hovering hands but he moved them onto the mattress behind his back, keeping the distance between you by leaning back on his palms. “Nope”, he said, popping the p, “say my name, pretty girl”
You huffed. “Fine, Dameron, if you’re not touching me, I’ll just touch myself.” You could see the muscles in his arms twitch, like he had to suppress the urge to surge forward. His voice was heavy with lust when he spoke again. “I could make you feel so much better than your own hands, baby. Bet you’re already soaking wet for me. Let me help you out. All you have to do is say the magic word.” This wasn’t about wanting to hear his first name out of your mouth anymore, this was just pure power play now.
You could do that, you were on top of him, as far as you were concerned, you were in charge. You let your hands slide over your breasts, stopping your left one there and sliding the right under your waistband. You were still sitting right above his dick. If you got the angle just right, every single movement of your hand would brush up against his erection, too. You could make it seem accidental. You circled your clit with your index finger, feeling your pussy pulse with lust underneath your fingertips. Eyes slipping close, you split your lips apart with your index and ring fingers, gathering up your slick with your middle finger. You slipped it in with a soft moan, not sure if you were teasing him or yourself at this point. The angle, you reminded yourself, get the angle right. You slipped your finger out again, knuckle grazing against the bulge in his pants. A sharp intake of breath from the man underneath you was confirmation enough for you that you were winning this little game.
You slipped your index finger in as well now, working yourself open for him, squeezing your left nipple while you fucked yourself on his lap. Your eyes fluttered open again, looking at him as you slid your fingers out again, painfully slow, dragging your knuckles. Poe didn’t even notice that you were looking at him, his eyes were trained on your lap, hands balled into fists in your blanket. His breathing was labored. Your other hand slipped down to your sleep shorts, you lifted your hips slightly, fingers still inside of you, and hooked your left index finger around the seam of the shorts, pulling them to the side to give Poe a better view. “Fuck”, he cursed lowly. “That’s what you could be doing, you just have to give up, Captain.” It was a risky move to call him that, this could end your little encounter in a heartbeat, pull him back to reality and make him realize that what you were doing was a mistake.
Maker, you were oh so wrong. You calling him by his designation was what finally, kriffing finally, pushed him over the edge. He tugged on your wrist, pulling your hand out of your shorts and surged forward, crashing his lips into yours. His arms encircled your waist and he lifted you up, throwing you on the bed, climbing on top and towering over you.
“As your captain, Seven, I order you to say my name, then.”, he growled. You blinked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden change of position. He ground down his hips into yours and you tried to reach for his belt buckle. Poe caught the movement and blocked your hands with his.
“Oh, no, darling. My turn to be in charge now. Like a good captain I am. Right?” He leaned down to suck a bruise into your neck, scraping the reddened skin lightly with his teeth. Satisfied with the result he moved his head up to your ear.
“I asked you something”. His breath was puffing out in hot short breaths against your damp skin. How bad would it really be to give in, so he would finally touch you? Circling both your wrists in one of his hands he let the other ghost over your body, fingertips barely grazing your naked skin. You thought he would play the same game you played with him just moments ago. Poe however, was more impatient than you.
He pushed your shorts to the side again, groaning as his fingers touched your already soaking pussy. “Lift your hips”, he muttered and pulled your shorts off in a swift motion as you complied wordlessly. After throwing them to the side, his gaze following them as they landed on the floor, he turned his head back towards you, eyes roaming over your naked body. He took his time, taking in every detail and you started squirming under his gaze. His eyes focused on your face again, locking with yours quickly before he said “Patience, baby.” and started touching you again.
“Are you going to answer me now?”, he questioned, hands trailing over the insides of your thighs. You nodded, too overwhelmed to force the words out of your mouth. Your head was occupied with the way he was now kneading the soft flesh of your inner thigh, blunt nails digging into your skin. “I’m afraid I need to hear you say it, before we can go on.” You tried to find your words, you really did but when you opened your mouth only a strangled sound came out.
He blinked at you, whole demeanor changing as he asked “Are you okay, this isn’t making you uncomfortable, is it?” Your heart ached at the genuine care in his eyes but the throbbing between your legs kept you from getting emotional. Instead, you finally found your voice. Clearing your throat you said “Yes, better than okay. I’d be more comfortable if you fucked me into the mattress though. Could you, Poe?”
Hunger sneaked its way back into his eyes. “Was that so hard? Knew you could be a good girl for me.” His grasp on your wrists had been gone for a while, you realized. You were free to touch him as you pleased. Your hands slid over his toned chest again, lower and lower, this time you were able to unfasten his belt buckle without his intervention. His pants slid off the curve of his hips, while you tugged on them. What you didn’t expect was his dick springing out of his pants immediately. Fucking Dameron wasn’t wearing underwear.
Your mouth watered, you needed the taste of him on your tongue. He noticed your hands still and inclined his head, questioning. “I want to taste you, but I need you inside of me right now.” Poe grinned down at you and said “Next time then, sweetheart.”
Greedily, your dominant hand slid over his thick shaft, thumb grazing over the tip and spreading his precum. Your hand slid down to his balls, softly tugging on them and earning you a low moan from the man above you. Poe’s mouth hung open slightly as you moved your hand up and down his length a few times before trying to guide him towards your cunt. His hand caught your wrist and he asked “Don’t you want me to use my fingers a little, stretch you out for me?”
You shook your head no. Lining his tip up with your entrance you mumbled “Just want you to fuck me. I want to be reminded of you inside of me for the entire day. Wanna sit in my X-Wing with your cum still leaking from me, knowing you fucked me good earlier.”
“Dank farrik, Seven, you can’t just say stuff like that. Gonna make me cum on the spot.”, he groaned.
“Poe, just fuck me already.”
That was all it took for him to slowly start pushing inside. The stretch was almost too much to take but Poe kept a slow and steady pace, only going a bit deeper with each thrust of his hips. His left hand was digging into the mattress next to your head while his right soothingly rubbed your arm. He brushed off a drop of sweat that hat collected over your brow bone with a sweep of his thumb. “You’re so pretty like this. Taking it all so well for me.”, he groaned. His right hand trailed further down your face, thrusts still slow and steady while he explored your features. You wondered if he needed to distract himself from the tight sensation of your pussy clenching around him to keep from cumming.
He swept his thumb over your bottom lip and you willingly opened your mouth for him, tasting yourself on his finger. You sucked on his thumb softly while trying to make eye contact. He pulled back. “Stop that or I’ll cum before we’re even remotely done here.”
“Sorry, captain”, you grinned.
“Stop it.”
He still wasn’t fully inside of you, the burn of him stretching your insides intensified with each thrust, slight pain mixing with pleasure. With the last push it took for him to finally be sheathed fully inside of you, he leaned forward, capturing your mouth with his and giving you time to adjust. “You can move now”, you mumbled against his lips.
He started with lazy slow thrusts but picked up the pace quickly, pure bliss on his face at the sensation of being inside of you. His pubes scratched against your clit every time he bottomed out inside of you, sending shivers down your spine. Hips moving tirelessly, he kissed you again, mouth aiming to explore every inch of you. From your lips he moved on to your throat, then to your neck, plum lips sucking more bruises into your skin. His right hand palmed your breast again, fingers pinching your nipple slightly. He shifted his hips, the new angle hit just the right spot inside of you and tore a ragged moan from your lips. 
“Poe, please… harder”, you breathed. 
He complied without hesitation, pounding into you at said angle. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have teased each other as much as you did because you could feel yourself getting close. 
“Poe, I’m gonna cum”, you rasped. 
“Cum on me babygirl, wanna feel it from inside” His mouth latched onto your skin again, sucking on it and bruising it further. He went impossibly harder, one arm circling around your shoulders, holding you in place while he fucked you. You could feel your orgasm rolling over you, insides clamping down on Poe’s dick inside of you, trying to coax his orgasm out of him too. You were moaning, fingers digging into his strong back. 
“Sweetheart if you keep making sounds like that I won’t last.” His voice sounded pressed, like he was desperately trying to hold on. 
“Don’t. Just cum for me.” 
He groaned. “Where, baby?” 
“Inside.”, your reply was quicker than he anticipated and the lifted his head away from your skin, looking at you questioningly. His eyes were clouded over with lust but he still had enough self-control to ask 
“Are you sure?” 
“Please Poe, gonna feel so good when you fill me up” That’s where he lost it, burying his face in the crook of your neck to stifle his moans, he came long and hard. He collapsed on top of you after his cock stopped twitching. A long, content sign drawing from his lips he rolled off of you towards the wall. 
“Kriff, Seven, I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” 
“Me too, Dameron, me too.” 
You pressed a kiss to his sweaty skin and swung your legs over the side of your bed. Momentary dizziness wore of quickly and you got up, legs still slightly wobbly.
“Wanna go for round two in the shower?”, you threw over your shoulder while bending down to grab your discarded towel from last night. You could hear Poe jump up behind you and you felt like the smile that was plastered on your face might become permanent in his presence.
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Hope you guys enjoyed this, if any of you feel like hearing more about those two, let me know, I’m a little obsessed. I’m over on ao3 too if you wanna come say hi! bye lovelies xx
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Kidding I’m 3,021 words in... and far from being done
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Thinking about you for the entire mission - Chapter 2 sneak peek
You pulled back and his eyes were huge, searching your face for a moment before fluttering down to your lips and then he crashed his mouth into yours again. He tasted like he went to sleep without brushing his teeth after a long night drinking, which was the case of course, but it didn’t matter. All you could feel was him. 
His hands came down to softly rest on your cheeks and began wandering, the rough fingers tracing over your cheek bone and your brow bone, smoothing over your hair and settling on both sides of your throat. He hooked both of his hands together behind your neck and pulled you closer. You had to steady yourself on his broad chest before losing balance, the skin to skin contact sent sparks up your arms.
 You took a step back from between his spread legs, sucking in fresh air greedily for a moment before pushing his knees together, straddling his lap while sliding your palms from his knees over his strong thighs and up his broad torso. Lazily resting your arms on his shoulders and leaning closer you whispered into his ear, “I was thinking about you last night before you came by, I was thinking about how good your touches would feel, how good you would feel and then you showed up in front of my door and I couldn’t believe my own eyes.”
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Thinking about you for the entire mission
Chapter 1: Confiscated, Commander’s orders.
Eh yeah this is a working title, inspiration struck last night. 
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader ; Poe Dameron x You
No use of y/n 
This was gonna be an excessive smut dump but I got carried away so now it’ll be at least a two-parter. 
** Hi, it’s editing me, just posted this on ao3, too:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29776950 **
Rating: E (use of swear words, description of sexual act, alcohol) 
Summary: You, Black Seven, part of Poe Dameron’s famed Black Squadron, have just returned from a rescue mission and the squad wants to celebrate. However, you just want to take a shower and work off some of the tension the last few weeks built up inside of you. You are ready to slip into bed after a nice shower when one handsome Captain shows up at your door drunk. 
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You lifted yourself out of your X-Wing after a long flight back to the base. Damages had been minimal during the rescue mission the Black Squadron had flown today, only Black Three’s X-Wing had been hit and she was fine, from what you could tell from afar. Your legs where heavy and your bones were creaking when you finally hit the ground, jumping off the wing. You lifted the helmet off of your head, your hair was sticking to your face, damp and matted from the hours under the helmet. You looked around, breathing in the fresh air on the tarmac, it was good to be home. Your eyes traced over the stars in the distance and landed back on the ships in front of you, seeing people cheer and celebrate over the successful mission. 
Dameron was walking towards you, an easy cocky grin playing around his lips. “Black Seven”, he called out. To your irritation your heart jumped in your chest as he addressed you with your call sign. You were acutely hyper aware of the sweat and grime that had collected in your hair and on your face over the course of the mission. “Commander.”, you nodded curtly. “Listen, Seven, a few of us were gonna go grab a drink in the base cantina to celebrate a successful mission, shake off the tension a little, if you know what I mean…”, he smirked and your stomach flipped. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, deepening the longer he looked at you. “I think I’m beat Dameron, gonna take a shower and hit my cot.” His smile didn’t falter but you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. “Alright sweetheart, see you around then!”, he said easily, squeezed your shoulder and strode off. The touch lingered a second longer than necessary, but not long enough to interpret anything into it. His walk was confident, every step he took seemed placed purposefully. It made you wonder if his touches were equally full of purpose. 
Your shoulder tingled and you could still feel the lasting warmth of his touch through the layers of your flight suit. You closed your eyes and sighed. It had been way too long since you had been touched in a friendly manner, even longer since someone dragged their fingertips over your bare skin, full of admiration and wonder. The way to the shower seemed shorter than it usually did with your head clouded with the fantasy of Dameron’s fingers ghosting over you face, your neck and your collarbone. You imagined he would be hungry for every inch of skin that was poking out under your flight suit. You really shouldn’t be thinking about this, he was your superior after all. You shook your head, slowly at first, gradually moving it faster as if that could clear your mind. 
However, as you stepped into the small refresher closest to your room the thoughts were still there, ever persistent and even intensifying. You cursed the fact that you hadn’t had a day off in ages, no chance to spend a night at the Resistance bars and take some random mechanic or officer, whoever was willing, back to bed with you, preferably in his room so that it was easier to sneak out in the morning. 
You just needed to ease the tension so something like the short touch of one Poe Dameron didn’t make you think of unspeakable things, how good the rough pads of his fingers would feel tracing over your breasts, circling your nipples, how beautiful his dark eyes would look even darker with lust when they gazed up at you from between your legs. 
Your mind snapped back to the task at hand and you slipped out of your dirtied flight suit, reaching to turn the water in the refesher on. Its strong stream felt amazing against your tense back muscles, working out all the kinks a day in the cockpit had given you. You decided to take your time tonight, knowing that almost everyone was out celebrating and there was no rush. You scrubbed off most part of the grime before sitting down on the small indent in the wall, leaning your legs up one by one to shave them, a little luxury you allowed yourself every once in a while during your time in the Black Squadron. 
There wasn’t much room for self-care in the rebellion, but you liked to steal those little moments for yourself, like sinking underneath your covers after a risky mission, feeling completely clean and smooth, the feeling of your legs sliding against the cold blanket was like heaven after a long day. After you were done shaving you stood back up, lathering your hair in shampoo and scrubbing your scalp before rinsing it off thoroughly. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you were almost certain that everyone was still celebrating, so you decided to sneak back into your room without getting fully dressed again. The towel was loosely wrapped around your chest, falling over your hips and barely covering your butt. 
You gathered your clothes and opened the door of the refresher, looking forward to dropping the towel as soon as you stepped into the room, slipping into your bed and touching yourself to dark eyes, curly dark hair, the low hum of his voice and the feeling of Dameron’s touch. You weren’t proud of it, you really weren’t. It wasn’t him. No way it was. You just needed some inspiration and he had unintentionally given it to you with a slight squeeze of your shoulder and the sparkle in his eyes when he called you sweetheart. Of course you were friends, as much as you could find friends in the middle of a war, always afraid to form attachments and feel the sting of loss when the inevitable happened. You wanted to feel gross when thinking about your superior like that, but the deep sound of his voice made you feel something else instead.
You opened the door to your room through a little keypad that required you to enter your personal code. You dropped your clothes into the laundry bin, your other hand already starting to pull at the fastening of your towel. It dropped on the floor with a slight thud before you realized you hadn’t heard the door slide shut behind you. You turned around, snarl on your face and ready to punch the panel in the wall for its malfunction when your eyes fixated on the door.
 Someone had shoved a dusty boot in between, forcing the door to stop and slide back open. You bend down to hastily pull up your towel while the door was still sliding back open. You focused on the person standing in your door frame, all insults you were ready to hurl at them dying down on your tongue when you saw the same person that had been occupying your mind for the last hour or so illuminated by the dim light of the corridor. 
Poe kriffing Dameron.
He was looking at you, his gaze slightly unfocused. He had one arm propped up against the frame, swaying slightly. Oh, he was drunk. And he was here. In front of your room, smelling like Corellian Whiskey, looking disheveled. “He-eey Black Seven, missed you at the celebration. Did you not want to cheer for me, sweetheart?” Ah there it was, the other reason why you didn’t want him to be part of your fantasies. The man was insufferably in love with himself, he knew all about the effect he had on people around him, women and men alike. Every movement he made dripped with self-confidence. 
You cleared your throat, clutching the towel tighter against your chest, uncertain how much it was actually still covering. “Dameron, you’re drunk.”, you retorted. Sure, you’ve made better comebacks before but it’s not every kriffing day Poe “Hotter Than The Binary Suns” Dameron shows up in front of your door in his casual clothes while you are basically naked. Boy, did he look good like that, a white shirt with a wide, open collar and tight black pants with the brown boots you had already noticed. A weapons belt was slung around his hips, underlining their curve, his blaster dangling off of it lazily. His skin was glistening with sweat in the low light. You wondered what he would taste like.
“’m not that drunk, you should be drunker. Would be if you came to the thing.”
 “Commander”, you said, emphasizing the word and ignoring the way it made your pussy clench, “you are very drunk and very unprofessional right now and I would like to get dressed.”, you said, shifting the towel again to make him aware of your state of undress. 
His eyes looked like they darkened even more, but you must be imagining that. Poe Dameron could have almost anyone on base without even asking, there was no reason for him to be interested in you. Must be the alcohol. 
He took a cautious but wobbly step forward and asked “Can I come in?” 
“You’re already halfway in.”, you grunted. 
“That’s not a no, sweet thing.” 
“Would you stop calling me that?” 
“Calling you what?” 
“Sweetheart, Sweet Thing, Honeybuns, whatever else you say”
 “But I bet you are sweet!” 
“Dameron.” 
“Bet you taste even sweeter.”, he continued lowly 
“DAMERON!”, you wanted to yell but it came out as an angry hushed whisper. 
“mhh yes sweet cheeks?”, he asked cheerily. 
“You are drunk, you are going to regret this in the morning, you’ll be embarrassed.”, you listed off everything in your head that might keep him from coming closer. This was wrong. He was drunk and you were just horny from the weeks of endless missions without breaks to let off some steam. For all you knew he had knocked on the wrong door by accident. 
“Been thinking about you for the entire mission baby, not going to regret shit.” The entire mission? Surely you must have misheard that. 
His smell hit you when he took another slow step towards you, he smelled like whiskey, gunpowder and leather, but there was something else underneath, something so decisively him that it made your legs weak and your nipples harden. He took another step, slightly more wobbly now that he couldn’t support himself on the walls anymore. He was so close to you now, close enough for you to be able to count the little gold specs in his dark eyes, you cranked your neck, trying to do exactly that. 
Poe had most likely miscalculated the distance and tried to take another step forward, bumping directly into you. You raised your arms in shock, momentarily forgetting all about your towel. You didn’t even realized that it had slipped until you heard the soft thud of it hitting the floor. 
“Oh”, you said, still lost in Poe’s twinkling eyes. His eyes flicked down for just a split second and widened comically. You could feel his hot gaze on your breasts, ghosting over your hard nipples. He slapped his hands in front of his eyes, then twirled around and hit the control panel on the wall, closing the sliding door. You bent down to retrieve the towel and secured it around your chest once more.
 “Can I turn around again?”, he asked, voice much more hesitant than before.
 You sighed, “Why are you in here Dameron?” 
“Missed you at the thing. Wanted to tell you you did good, saved my pretty ass out there once or twice today.” 
“I save your pretty ass all the time.” 
“So you agree?”, he asked and while he still had his back turned to you, you could feel the cocky grin spreading over his face. 
“Agree with what?”, you questioned. 
“I have a pretty ass!” 
“Will you drink some water and go to bed if I say yes?” 
“Sure thing sugar plum!” 
“You, Commander Poe ‘Insufferably Annoying’ Dameron, have a very pretty ass.” 
“I know, so do you!”, he grinned. Then he did the unthinkable and turned around, brushed past you on the way to the small sink in your room, took a big gulp of water and then, kriffing then, flopped down on your bed. 
“Excuse me? Get out.”, you squeaked. 
“Had my water. Went to bed.” 
“This is my bed.” 
“Mh. Confiscated. Commander’s orders.”, he smiled lazily, legs still dangling off the bed. 
He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between his head and the wall. You could see him inhale deeply, eyes fluttering shut. Was he… smelling your pillow? You knew Corellian Whiskey was one hell of a drink but you had never seen him so guardless before. Sure, he was always flirty but his relaxed posture, legs dangling slightly, head leaned back, was something else. He shifted forward, pulling his worn leather boots off. 
“Hey Seven, don’t you want to get comfy too?” Something told you he wasn’t going to budge and there was no way you would move him back to his own bunk, your back was already killing you from the mission. 
“Fine, fine, cover your eyes I’m getting dressed.” Poe obliged, slapping his hands in front of his eyes. 
“No peaking, take the pillow, or the blanket”, you insisted. 
He put his heels on the bed frame, shoulders still pushed against the wall and thrust up his hips to pull out the blanket underneath. You couldn’t help yourself and fixated your eyes on the bulge between his legs that was hugged tightly by his pants. 
He had pulled the blanket over his eyes now, but you were standing still, lost in your fantasies. 
Your mouth watered thinking about what he would feel like on your tongue, how the first bead of precum out of his achingly hard cock would taste, the sounds he would make underneath you when you stared up at him with his cock in your mouth. You wondered if he was going to curse or praise you for taking it well. You thought it might be both. 
Poe tugged the blanket down a little, whining “You aren’t done yet. You haven’t even moved. Do you want me to suffocate under your blanket, Seven, is that what you’re hoping for?”
You blinked. 
“Sorry, I’ll be done in a sec.” 
He pulled the blanket up again, but not before he gave you a big pout with his plushy lips. You wondered what they would feel like sucking bruises into your skin. 
That’s enough, you reminded yourself. He was drunk and you wouldn’t take advantage of that. You could last another day without cumming. This was fine. Tomorrow was an off-day anyway, you’d just spend part of it in bed. A bed that might, depending on if you were able to convince him to leave, smell like Dameron tomorrow. 
You turned towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You could hear Poe shift behind you, but you had already pulled the pants up and you didn’t really care if he saw your naked back so you didn’t bother to chastise him for looking.
 When you turned back around, still in the motion of pulling the top over your stomach, you saw that he hadn’t shifted the blanket to look at you. Well, maybe he had initially, but now Captain Poe Dameron was curled into himself on your bed, breathing evening out and face relaxed. He looked soft and young like this, lacking the tension in his shoulders. War was hard on him too, you knew that, he was just good at keeping up the cheery and cheeky facade. 
“Hey”, you started softly, “Dameron, hey, you need to go into your own bed.” 
He smacked his lips sleepily and scooted closer to the wall “’s enough room”, he mumbled, patting the mattress lazily. 
You were tired, exhaustion seeping into your bones, that’s why you sat down. No other reason. 
It was your bed and there was no way you would be able to haul him out. That’s why you laid down without protest. No other reason. 
He was warm and smelled nice. That’s why you didn’t move away when he shifted closer to you. No other reason. 
You had been craving human touch for weeks. That’s why you sighed softly when he circled an arm around your waist and melted into the embrace. No other reason. 
Your missions had been exhausting recently and sleep and breaks had been rare. That’s why you drifted off into the deepest, most relaxing sleep in a long time, surrounded by the warmth of Poe Dameron and his smell. No other reason.
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Alrighty so there’s that, hope you guys enjoyed it. I’ll definetly be writing a more naked, more explicit part 2 about the morning after. I’d love it if you left some feedback, good or bad just don’t be mean. Bye guys xx
Chapter 2 is here , hope you love it 
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Freedombringer - Chapter 1: The Revelation
Hi lovelies, I thought I’d make a sideblog for my fics. 
you can find the work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28094760
Summary:  The Mandalorian is still trying to find the place where the Child belongs, but after the events of season 2 (minus you know what with the Razor Crest) he decides to make a pit stop in Mos Espa to take a good old-fashioned, normal job. The bounty should be an easy catch, the payment is well enough, and some mindless hunting will surely help him clear his thoughts. But when Din Djarin finally tracks the bounty to its hideout, he realizes a terrible truth.
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Slavery
Slow Burn
Trust Issues
Slightly angsty Mando
Does the helmet stay on during sex?
the Razor Crest is okay because everything else will be ignored
Season 2 is over
no one died
Grogu is there
Tatooine
Mos Espa
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It had been a long, hard day for the beskar-clad bounty hunter and he wanted nothing more than to stretch out in his sleeping nook, the Child safely in his cot next to him, but he had a feeling this would not happen anytime soon. The bounty was smarter than he thought, nearly untraceable. He had found more important and intelligent people faster than this lots of times. Instead of putting someone into sweet, payment-promising carbonite slumber early on in the day he had crept around the sands of Tatooine for hours until he finally found the bounty. By then he had lost him several times but it was not easy to get rid of a bounty hunter, especially since the Mandalorian prided himself in being one of the best in his trade.  When his target arrived at his destination something felt off to the bounty hunter, there were way too many heat signatures around his target.
Din wondered if the smuggler had hired bodyguards, if he knew someone sent a bounty hunter after him. He usually didn’t mind long stake-outs but the desert and heat in the area around Mos Espa were starting to wear him down and he could feel that the sand, that had crept up underneath the plates of his armor, was now uncomfortably rubbing against the cloth layer below his armor. The plan was to keep searching for answers and help for the little one but his ship was in dire need of repairs, so he had decided to land in the port city two days ago. He had found a job almost immediately but he had to admit that something about the city just seemed off, the streets were full of life, yet a little too quiet to be lively.
Now he was on the way back to his trusty Razor Crest, partially to check up on the kid and partially to take a minute to breathe freely and without having to be too weary of his surroundings. He arrived quickly, too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to the walk there. The Crest might not be a beauty, it might have never been one in the first place, but it was his safe space, the one place he could call home after loosing his first one and then the protection of the Mandalorians.
“Ah the things you do for credits…”, he groaned when he sat down in a proper chair for the first time that day. The Child cooed next to him, almost sounding understanding. “I do it so we don’t have to live off of frogs or whatever we can hunt in the wild, although I suppose you wouldn’t mind, would you, kid?” The little one’s ears perked up at the mention of his favorite food and he smacked his lips twice. The Mandalorian let out a small sound of disgust. “Alright kid, let’s get you fed and ready for a nap and then I’ll head back out.”
Bone broth sounded like bacta for his aching muscles and tired mind right now and he was sure the child wouldn’t complain. After he placed the little one on his table, he filled two cups with a dissolved ration pack full of powder and hot water. Greedy green hands were reaching for the smaller cup before it even was completely full. “Clam down, kid. You’ll burn yourself.” The child rewarded him with more exaggerated lip smacking.
Sometimes he wondered why he talked to him like he would answer but the little one had touched a part of his heart he had closed off ever since his parents died. The memories he had left were way too precious to him to be replaced by anything else, but they were fading, and the more he tried to hold on to them, the faster they seemed to slip away. It had been a gradual process for years but once the child had stepped into his life, it had slowly but surely wiggled his way into the Mandalorian’s heart. ‘Not that slowly’, he thought to himself when he remembered the moment he found the pod that had contained the little one. Looking back that was the moment he decided he was unable to give him away, but he had a duty to fulfill. That was the first time he had broken one of his rules in a long time. He made a habit out of not caring for the bounties, bringing them in however the clients wanted them, warm or cold, it usually didn’t matter all that much. The routine of taking a job, tracking the target and delivering them had been so burned into his mind that he didn’t even consider leaving his normal path, he was just going through the motions, but then he took the job that led him to Arvala-7 and the child. For the first time since he started bringing in bounties he had questioned it, he had cared about what happened to his target. It was an unknown feeling, the idea of him haunted it and-
A cup that was slowly shoved into his field of view ripped him out of his train of thought. “Gro...gu”, he said, the name still feeling unfamiliar when it rolled off of his tongue, “do you want more broth?” “Ah”, the little one answered, while shoving the cup even closer to Din’s face, waddling a step towards him on the tabletop. A slight chuckle escaped the man, the foreign sound ringing in his ears for a second.  He lifted his cup and poured part of his own broth into Grogu’s cup. The urge to watch over him was strong, but the need to wash off quickly before he went back out into the desert was stronger, so he entered the captain’s quarters and stripped out of his armor, slowly and carefully, fully aware of how much it was worth, not just to him but to his people.
Something deep inside of him urged him not to dwell for too long, getting back to the bounty’s hideout suddenly seemed incredibly important to him. So Din cleaned himself with a quick precision, slipped into new undergarments and put his armor back on. He did however take the time to spare a glance at his uncovered face in the beaten up mirror he owned. It wasn’t a necessity for a Mandalorian to own one, but he was a foundling after all, and his features reminded him of his parents. He was far from willing to ignore the Creed, the Mandalorians had rescued him and he owed them his life, but there were moments, especially now that his memories were fleeting and his parent’s features were becoming blurrier with every day, where he needed to see his face, wanted to show it proudly and carry on his parent’s bloodline, to keep their memory alive.
He snapped back to the present and the urge to continue his mission returned with force. Grogu looked sleepy and when Din lifted him up to put him in his little makeshift hammock and hide him from the world, the child snuggled up to him in a tired haze. “I need to go, ad’ika, but I will be back before you wake.” (little one)
He shouldered his rifle and checked his blaster before looking back at the child one last time.
The target was hiding in a lone building further away from the city, it was sand colored and easy to miss but the Mandalorian knew exactly how to spot hideouts. On his way there he tried to clear his mind and focus completely on the mission at hand. There would be time later to think about everything else and if he died, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything anyway. Perks of the job, he supposed. He growled at his constantly straying mind and tried to force his focus back towards the target, this wasn’t helpful at all. Settling in for the night, he decided to unpack his equipment on a small hill that faced the building’s entrance. Just as he zoomed in on the unmoving scene in front of him something started to happen.
A woman ran out of the door, followed by Genosians with blasters. He used his visor to take a closer look and saw shackles and handcuffs dangling from the woman’s limbs. She was trying to flee. Din had heard stories about Mos Espa but it was at that moment that he realized that most of the people in the hideout were not bodyguards, they were slaves.
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