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[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Fourteen

Here's chapter 14, sorry it wasn't up yesterday like I promised. Shenanigans ensued.

Word Count: 3785

Warnings: Same as usual. Swearing, trauma, violence, nightmares, Poe Dameron.

A/N: if this chapter gets some interactions-reblogs or comments, I'll post another chapter on Sunday.

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His steps echo off the hallway walls. Up, down, up, down. He’s going to wear a hole in the floor if he doesn’t stop.

But it’s been two hours! Or…. three? He can’t remember. What is Leia doing to you? Will she force you to leave? Is that something she can do? Or just throw you in jail? She wouldn’t…. she wouldn’t execute you, would she? If Poe has to take you and run… could he do that? Could he give up on this fight that he’s been fighting for so long? Would he do that? For you?

The door opens behind him as he turns and bumps right into you. He grabs your shoulders to keep you upright as he searches your face. You’ve been crying. He can see it in your bloodshot eyes, the way you’ve rubbed them raw. 

He crushes you in a hug, unable to ask what her decision is. 

“Poe,” you gasp. He lets you go, mind made up, and grabs your hand, pulling you down the hallway. “Poe, I can walk without you holding my hand.” You huff. He rounds corner after corner, ignoring your protests. He needs space. He needs you. 

“Poe, you can’t just drag me wherever you want, you know.” You snap. 

He pulls you into the hangar and over to his ship. Up the ramp, door closed and locked. 

“You can’t be serious.” You cross your arms as he heads for the pilot’s seat. “Poe, don’t you dare take off!” 

He sits in his seat and starts the engine. His stomach is churning, palms are sweating, he can’t breathe. 

Space.

“You can’t just kidnap me!”

Is that what he’s doing? Yeah, guess it is. “Sit.” He says shortly. He can’t think straight. Can't let you be locked up, sent away… executed. The very thought makes him sick. 

“Poe.” You warn as he engages the thrusters. “You’re being ridiculous. I thought you said you understood.” 

He points to the co-pilot’s seat without a word, but instead you huff and head back into the ship. He hears the fresher door shut as he guides the ship out of the hangar and up into the wide open darkness of space. He sets the course, somewhere safe, populated. Not like last time. There’s a beeping behind him and he turns to see his little droid looking up at him. 

“Yeah, she’s mad at me.” He sighs. Not that he can blame you. Just this one time, he wants to be selfish. He tried to protect you on that planet by keeping his distance. Damage was done when they found you kissing, but he did what he could. But that backfired because you apparently thought he was blaming you that whole time. One of these days, he would love to find out what goes on in that adorable brain of yours. 

BB8 beeps again and there’s a faint spark from somewhere back in the cabin. Apparently, he had been doing some maintenance on the ship before Poe blundered in and stole it. 

“Dameron!!” You shout. 

He gets up and heads for your voice. “Yes?” He asks. 

“I’m locked in the fresher. Get me out.”

“Are you done yelling at me?” He asks, a smile pulling at his lips. He’s almost forgotten what that feels like at this point. 

There’s a long pause. He can picture your face, running through the emotions. “Maybe.” You finally say and he grins, splitting his lip open again.

“You let me know when you’re sure.” He says, walking back to his chair. 

“Poe Dameron! Let me out!” You yell. 

He gives you a couple minutes, just to tease you a little before heading back outside the door and leaning against it. 

“I can hear you breathing.” You grumble. 

“If I let you out, can I kiss you?” He asks. 

“That… wasn’t where I thought you were going.” You admit. He waits for your answer. “Obviously. If… if you want to.”

Of course, he wants to. What a ridiculous thing to question. 

“Get me out.”

He pries open the panel and selects a few wires. “Why would you think I wouldn’t wanna kiss you?” He asks as he works. 

“No reason.” You reply a little too quickly. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t really wanna talk about it, Poe. You’re gonna get mad.” 

“At you?” He asks. “Or in general?”

“Both.” 

He twists the wires together and the door opens. You’re there, arms crossed over your chest as you stare at the floor. 

“I could never get mad at you. Not for being honest with me.” He says, pulling you gently forward and out of the small room. 

“You can’t promise me that.” You mumble. He gently lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze. 

“Tell me anything.”

“Anything?”

He nods encouragingly. “Anything at all.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay… well, I don’t like your hair.” You say and he squints at you. BB8 is suspiciously quiet next to him. 

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” He reminds you, lifting your hands to his mouth. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, changing the subject abruptly and looking over his shoulder. 

“Somewhere filled with people. I was thinking we can just get a hotel room and just be in the quiet. Just us.” He sighs. 

“I like that.” You nod.

“Y/N,” he starts, his heart clawing into his throat. The words want to come out… they’re desperate to come out. He just has to say them but he doesn’t know how you’ll react. Will you feel the same? Will you reject him, like you did in the woods when he was laying on you, ready to kiss you? He knows he’s been kissing you, and you’ve let him, but was that just to assuage your guilt? 

“Can I sit with you in the cockpit?” 

He puts it off, like the coward he is. Waiting a little bit longer can’t hurt… right? “Of course.” He pulls you into a hug. “Wait. I still have to kiss you. I promised.” He says, pulling you back and you chuckle nervously. Is that because you don’t want him to? Oh, how he wishes he could read your mind. 

“You don’t have to.”

“Try and stop me.” He cups your face softly, pressing his lips to yours. The heat that blazes through him is his drug now. He can’t live without it. Every chance he can get to have you like this, he’ll take it. And when you open your mouth to deepen the kiss, to let him in? Maker, he burns. He grabs your waist to pull you in closer and you whimper, pulling away. 

“Sorry.” You gasp. 

Shit. He forgot about your injuries from hitting Bryce. “Did I hurt you?”

“It’s not your fault. Let’s just… get where we’re going and then maybe we can talk.”

***

The room is simple, dim, with faded walls, faded pictures, muted colors. Plain. One bed is in the center of the wall furthest from the door. The rug is worn, threadbare where people have walked for Maker knows how long. Smells from the market permeate the room, spiced meats cooking on a griddle, flowers and perfumes. 

Poe sits on the end of the bed, ignoring everything but the way you’re pacing in front of him. Twisting your fingers together, the nervousness rolls off you in waves, like a tsunami. You walk to the edge of the rug before turning and walking back to the other edge. BB8 follows you with his lens, probably wondering what’s going on with his humans. 

He can feel his own nerves rising the longer he lets you stress. You glance at him, finding him watching you and you quickly avert your eyes. In the years he’s been your friend, he’s never known you to not be able to say anything to him. You’ve always told him what’s on your mind, even if it’s an unpopular opinion. 

“Sweetheart, come here.” He says finally, holding his arms open for you. 

“I can’t. I need to say this, it’s just. Just… I don’t know where to start.” You whisper, voice breaking slightly. 

“How about we start with why you beat up Bryce?” He says gently. 

You take a deep breath, shaking your hands out. “I overheard Nya talking about how she wished I would just go back to that planet with you so she could keep sleeping with Bryce. She said a lot of awful things that he’s said about me and it just… p-pushed me over the edge. I was already there but…” you cover your face, the nerves filling the room shifting into something more like shame. 

“Baby, you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. He’s the one who should be. You didn’t do anything wrong. Tell me what he did to push you that far.” He tries. You open your mouth but no sound comes out. He reaches slowly for your hand but you pull back, shaking your head. 

“It’ll just make it h-harder.” You mutter. “After I went to breakfast with Snap and Beau… I went back to my room. I haven’t been sleeping, I missed you, and Bryce was there, in my bed. I-“ you cut off, crushing your eyes shut. “I’m so weak. Poe, I’m so sorry.” You gasp. Your legs look like they’re about to give out on you. 

Weak? How can you possibly think yourself weak? After the torture you went through, after everything you’ve never been trained for-you were still stronger than him. 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything.��� Poe insists. 

“I got into bed with him. I just needed…” you shake your head, almost like you’re banishing the thought. 

Fuck Bryce for taking advantage of that. “Needed to be held.” Poe finishes. His heart sinks slightly, but he understands. He knows how hard it is to be alone, but also letting people in. He doesn’t blame you. “You’re not weak, sweetheart. After everything you’ve been through, you’re the strongest person I know. It’s okay to want to be comforted.”

“He didn’t want to comfort me. I should have seen it coming. He wanted me to sleep with him, but I… I’m not ready.” You choke. Poe’s hands ball into fists under his thighs. That mother fucker deserves to have his dick chopped off. He just might have to see to that when he gets back. “He grabbed my shirt when I tried to p-push him a-away… and then he saw m-my stomach-“ you cover your mouth as though you’re going to be sick. 

“Your stomach?” Poe frowns. He’s seen your abdomen dozens of times, sunbathing, working on his ship and your shirt rides up-there's nothing wrong with your stomach.

You take the hem of your shirt, hands shaking madly as you lift it to just under your breasts. Your eyes are crushed shut, tears tracking silently down your bruised cheeks, you’re afraid to look at him. He tears his eyes away from your face to look at your exposed abdomen. Vicious red wounds are criss crossing your torso. The stitches are neat but the lines are messy, and it’s clear they’ve been restitched several times. In some places the skin looks ripped instead of cut, jagged and at odd angles. Some of them even wrap around to your back. 

BB8 makes a shrill noise, coming to your defense in his own way. Everything in Poe stops dead, and that’s before you continue speaking, unable to look at him. 

“He ran away, took my ship and found a cosmetic surgeon to fix me so that I could be pretty again.” You whisper and Poe thinks he just might be sick. 

***

The air ghosts across your exposed skin, making things a million times worse. Poe is just sitting there, silent as you show your new horrifying reality. Part of you wants to open your eyes to see him, but the most dominant part of you can’t stand to see the look of disgust on his face. 

The bed creaks and you expect to hear the door open and shut as he runs away. You’re hideous, he should run. 

Instead, you flinch when you feel his big hands on your face, gently cupping your cheeks. His thumbs brush lightly across them, wiping away your tears. His lips press softly against your forehead, and he exhales heavily. 

“Y/N.” He mumbles and you try to steel your heart against the rejection that’s coming, but you know it’s going to obliterate you no matter what. “Oh, Y/N.” His voice is thick, and then something wet touches your hair. “I’m so sorry. I’m so… I shouldn’t have let us stay on that planet. I would give anything to go back and stop you from going through that.” His usually steady tenor voice is low and broken. You can feel him shaking, his chest is quivering as he breathes unevenly. He sniffles. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you, that you felt you had to go through this a-alone. Baby. I’m so sorry you’re hurting.” He pulls you into a hug, one hand cradling your head against his shoulder, the other wrapping around your shoulders to squeeze you. 

Shock spreads through you, numbing your limbs. Your arms fall to your sides as he hugs you, clings to you. His chest is shaking, his hands are trembling against your head. He’s crying.

“Wh-why are you crying, dummy?” You ask, finally managing to make your arms move around his waist. 

“Tell me what to do. How can I help?” He murmurs. 

“You think you haven’t been helping me this whole time? Poe, you’ve been wonderful. You’ve given everything to me, making sure I’m okay. I’ve been so selfish, not doing anything to help you.” You squeeze your eyes and he holds you tighter, like he can’t get you close enough to him. 

“I think we just have to admit that we’re better together.” He says and you nod, fingers curling into his shirt. “I have so many questions.” He sighs, rocking you gently back and forth. 

“Can we lay down? I’ll answer anything.” You say and he pulls back, smoothing your hair out of your face. 

“Of course.” He kicks off his boots, wincing slightly and a whole new wave of guilt washes over you. He’s been so attentive to you, and you’ve barely stopped to consider his injuries. He unbuckles his pants and your heart climbs into your throat, skin prickling, but he merely climbs back onto the bed, laying with his head on the pillow, hand hooked behind his head. “Get yourself comfortable, sweetheart. Take your time.” He says, and you can hear the extra meaning. He doesn’t just mean clothing wise. 

Maker, why does he have to be like this? 

You sit at the end of the bed and carefully remove your shoes. Your fingers rest on the button of your pants, heart hammering in your chest. Your breathing speeds up as you think about what you’re about to do. You’ve hidden these from him for so long, it’s almost an instinct now to keep them secret. But Poe deserves the truth. 

You unbutton them, pushing them down over your hips slowly. Hands trembling, breathing coming in short gasps. They get stuck on the bandages on your thighs, and it takes you a second to fix it. You don’t realize you’ve let out a noise until you feel his hands on yours from behind. 

“Sh, it’s okay.” He says softly. “You don’t have to. If it hurts, you don’t have to.”

“N-need to. I can’t st-stand the way they twist.” 

“Alright.” He climbs off the bed, kneeling in front of you. He grasps the fabric of your pants, lifting it away from your legs and sliding it down a little. He stops when it catches on another bandage. There are a dozen on your legs, both front and back, and he’s so careful. He manages to get them down to your ankles and his forehead rests against your knees. 

“I’m sorry,” you start and he shakes his head so you quickly shut your mouth. 

“Don’t.” He frees your ankles and looks up at you, his lashes wet with fresh tears. “Don't you dare apologize to me.” He drops his gaze back to your legs, fingers lightly tracing the edge of a bandage. “You never have to say sorry to me.” His eyes close and he takes your hands. His lips are soft as he kisses them tenderly. “Do you want me to lay down first, or you?”

“You first? Please?” You ask. 

He stands up and kisses you. This one is desperate, pleading with you, but you don’t know what for. He lays back on the bed, falling absolutely still. You shuffle up to the top, starting to turn towards him. He pats his chest and so you gently rest your head on it, listening to his breathing. You drape your arm across his stomach, trying to be as light as possible, you know his ribs have to be as sore as yours are at all times. They beat him as hard as they beat you. His arm wraps around your shoulders, holding him against his side, his other hand covering yours on his stomach. 

“Let go, baby. I’m okay. Get comfortable.” He promises and you slowly release your muscles, letting the full weight of your head rest on his chest. 

“Ask your questions.” You whisper. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the cuts?” He asks. 

“While we were there, it didn’t make sense to. I didn’t want to give you a reason to break, I had to be strong like you were. I felt guilty for getting us caught, I partially thought you would blame me, too, because I was blaming me. And then when we got back, I didn’t want you to worry, I couldn’t talk about it. The nightmares are bad enough.”

His hand squeezes on your arm slightly. “I never suspected you were in this much pain, Y/N, I never had any clue.”

“I didn’t want to show it. I know you’ve said it’s not my fault, and we can keep beating this dead bantha until the end of time-but you know guilt isn’t just erased that easily. I still feel guilty, and I know you’re having your own issues with what happened. I didn’t want to add my stuff to yours and overwhelm you.” 

He brushes your hair back, playing with the strands gently. “You’re right. Guilt can’t just be absolved overnight, but I will spend the rest of forever making sure you know I don’t blame you. I never have and I never will. I wouldn’t take that kiss back for anything in the whole galaxy.”

“On the hike there, and while they were beating us that first day, I thought for sure you hated me for getting us caught.” You whisper. 

“No. What I hated was the fact that you were there in the first place. The second you started to feel off I should have made us leave. There just wasn’t something right about that place, and we still don’t know what it was. Some sort of invisible predator.” He guesses, but you aren’t convinced. 

“Maybe.”

“What did you talk to Leia about in the office for so long?” He asks. 

“I told her about the torture, why I didn’t put it in my report, why I attacked Bryce.” You sigh. “It took me so long to get through it because I couldn’t stop crying, and then she was crying.”

“She cried for you.” He says and you smile a little. “And? Her verdict?” He prompts. 

“I’ve been through enough. I should just avoid the two of them until she can figure out what to do with them.”

“He’s such a bastard. I can’t believe he said that to you.”

“It wasn’t in so many words. But he said he found a surgeon to fix me.”

“Don't make excuses for him. You don’t need to fix anything. These scars, marks, they’re a part of you. You went through hell and survived, came out the other side with your soul intact. You should be proud of them, not ashamed.” His fingers tighten a little as anger colors his voice, but you know it’s not directed at you. Not from Poe. “Is that… is that why you were avoiding me? Because you thought I would react like he did?”

“In my soul, I knew you wouldn’t, but the irrational part, the part that wouldn’t shut up-that part said yes. And I hated it, tried to talk myself out of it a million times. But what he did; it h-hurt. I couldn’t lose you like that, too. It just made sense to avoid you.”

“They don’t make me love you any less, Y/N.” He says firmly and your heart tumbles to a stop, dropping to your stomach as you register his words. Love? “I would literally do anything for you. If Leia said you were out of the Resistance, I would go with you. What you look like doesn’t change that. I don’t care about a couple marks. Maker knows, I have plenty of my own. They don’t make you love me any less, right?” He prompts and you can only shake your head. You still haven’t found your voice at his supremely casual use of the L word. 

Love?

He loves you?

“Can I ask you something else? It doesn’t seem important, but I’m curious, and it’s gonna bug me if I don’t ask.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you apologize for getting into bed with Bryce? He’s the boyfriend, I’m the mistress.” He says and you can’t quite stifle the little laugh that escapes. It’s watery and weak, but he still manages to make you smile. 

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore. But. I know how much it hurts you to talk about him. And I suppose because I felt guilty for doing it. It felt like betraying you. I guess the base truth is that I care about you more than I cared about him and I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Sweet girl. Can I request something?” His fingers brush against your cheek. 

“Okay?”

“No more apologizing. It only shows me how abusive he was that you feel the need to apologize for literally anything you do. I don’t care if you run me over in the hallway. I don’t wanna hear those words, okay?” 

You nod silently. 

“Thank you. Get some sleep. I know you have to be as tired as I am.” He says, your eyes already drifting closed. 

“Poe?” You mumble. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you, too.”

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[redrascal1]

Okay, can someone please explain to me why so many Finn fans hate TLJ?

They claim it 'totally demeans him'....all because of how he was depicted in his first scenes in the film. But, that was at the beginning, and Rian was simply carrying on where TFA left off. As well as using Boyega's great comic skills.

Now take a look at Finn post the arrival on the Supremacy.

JJ in TFA created him as a 'simple sanitation worker'. RJ in TLJ showed how this overlooked 'skill' meant he knew his way around the ship like the back of his hand - just like Luke's seemingly mundane talent at 'blasting womp rats in Beggar's Canyon' on Tattooine gave him the experience to join the attack on the Death Star. Both Rose, a far more experienced Resistance member, and DJ, far more experienced at life, deferred to him there. Finn found the disguises, found the way to where the tracking device was located. Finn openly defied Hux without fear. Finn killed Phasma. Finn was willing to die to save his friends. And, perhaps most importantly of all.....remember the scene where he speaks words of encouragement to a disillusioned, decimated Resistance?

This scene in particular shows him developing leadership skills....skills he could have later used to inspire and lead a stormtrooper rebellion.

Bafflingly, Finn's fans, particularly on the JCF, choose to ignore all this character development. Some even whine that RJ 'robbed' him of his chance at 'leading a stormtrooper rebellion.'

What rubbish. RJ is the one that 'groomed' Finn into becoming that person, and Abrams and Terrio who robbed him of it. Apart from a vague title of General given off screen, Finn in TROS was a laughing stock, more even than he was in TFA - remember how he spent much of the first film as an object of ridicule, drinking from an animal trough, being shot in the arse by BB8, and having to be rescued repeatedly, first by Rey, then Han, then Rey again?

What should have been Finn's role was given to Jannah, while Finn was reduced to running around shouting Rey's name so much it ended up becoming a meme. If anyone 'degraded' Finn, it was Abrams - not Johnson, who did more with him in one film that the other did in two. Like Rey, and Poe, Finn 'grew up' in TLJ.

Yet, his fans prefer to heap blame on Johnson, simply because Rey ended up holding hands with Kylo, and not Finn.

They forget that in the OT, Han Solo 'getting' Leia did not demean Luke as a character.

[italianpitbullartworks]

In 2015 I started with hand painting gift boxes. I have a Pokeball one in progress still 😂 I painted it summer 2022 but didnt get around to assembling it. I was going to make a BB8 one as well but my little paper mache boxes went missing for that one. I spent a ridiculous long time on the card lettering and lettering on the lid of this.

[shadow-assassin-blix]

It’s a Grey Area

CHAPTER 6

A/N: Getting further into last episode. Not gonna lie... I saw it like 2x... It wasn’t great either times. So. Trying to get through it. If some things are off between this and the next couple of chapters, it’s cause I’m going off my memory and basic summaries on the internet. It’s not going to end once we get through the plot of Ep 9 though. There’s still more to explore. So. I said, I was changing some things, but not everything. I am not a medical expert, when I talk about the brain scans, I’m going off what I remember of what certain brain disorders look like. Other than that: “talk” ‘thoughts’  “Force Talk” 

Gif is from @captain-flint of whom i wouldnt remember this entire scene without.

The next few weeks were hectic. There came word of a spy for the First Order, and they gave damn good information. However, no one knew who it was. They passed on their information through a network of rebel sympathizers.

That’s where Poe currently was, gathering the new intel. Blix was in the middle of training with Ben and Rey. Ben didn’t need too much training, but his skills were being refined. He was learning to use the Force for good. Rey was learning just how powerful she truly was. However, there were some… concentration issues, as Blix soon discovered.

Rey came forward after running the obstacle course, with BB-8 directly behind her looking… rough.

“Oh. No. Uhoh. Um. Maybe I can fix you before Poe comes back,” Blix fretted as she kneeled down and looked him over.

BB angrily beeped at her, saying a tree was dropped on him. “I know honey. I know. Uhh. Oh boy. Poe’s going to kill me.” He beeped. “True. He’ll kill Rey then me.”

There was commotion behind them near the flight deck, and as they turned their attention to it, they saw the Falcon… on fire.

Rey stared at it and Poe and Finn in disbelief as they made their way over to them.

“It’s on fire. The.. the whole thing is on fire,” She began looking at Poe with mild horror. “Han’s ship.”

“What did you do to the droid?” Poe asked staring down at BB with an expression mixed between concern and anger.

“What did you to the Falcon?” Rey threw back, glancing at the 2 annoyed.

“Falcon’s in a lot better shape than he is,” Poe argued gesturing toward BB.

“BB-8’s not on fire-“ Rey began before she was cut off.

“What’s left of him isn’t on fire!” Poe nearly shouted his own look of horror growing as he continued to examine the state of BB.

Finn and Blix glanced at each other; Finn shrugged not wanting to get involved, and Blix was trying to not laugh.

Their arguing continued, and when they thought it was over, BB-8 then felt the need to tell Poe what had happened. That stirred the arguing back up before Poe stormed off in a huff.

“BB. Was that really necessary honey?” Blix lightly admonished him. “C’mon. Let’s go get you fixed up and then go find your dad. Hopefully by then he’ll have settled.”

An hour later after a quick stop in the repair shop, BB-8 was bright and shiny again. “Alright. Let’s go find Poe yeah?”

They took off toward his room, and as they stepped in, they see Poe tiredly running a hand through his curls, exhaustion radiating from him.

BB rushed forward to show himself off. Poe quietly told him he looked great before turning his gaze toward Blix. He beckoned her over with a wave of his hand, and she strolled over to him, a look of concern on her face.

“What’s up honey? What happened?” She quietly asked as she stood between his knees.

“It.. we had to light speed skip.. to get outta there. Ya know… I’ve gone on many missions… but this is one of the rare few times… that I was scared that I wasn’t going to come back… It’s like… the closer we get to finally finishing this war… the more I worry. About… everything,” He quietly confessed as he leaned to rest his head against her stomach.

She gently brushed her fingers through his hair, trying to relax him. “That’s not all that strange honey. It just means, that you are finally seeing the end, and the closer you get to it, the scarier it is. Besides, you’re not allowed to die. Not until we’ve married, had many kids and grow old with each other,” She informed him, pressing a kiss to his unruly curls.

“Is that so? Well. I’ll make sure to not disappoint you,” Poe sadly promised.

“You could never disappoint me. I got to work the Medbay for a couple hours. I’ll come get you for dinner,” She whispered to him before urging him to lay down and rest.

He laid down with a nod and muttered something that sounded like he understood.

Blix made her way to Medbay and began working there. About 30 minutes before her shift was to end, she got a visit from someone she didn’t expect.

“General Leia. What brings you here?” Blix asked concerned.

“I have been having some headaches. Wondered if you could help me figure out what’s wrong?” Leia answered with a heavy sigh.

Blix nodded quickly and led her over to one of the beds, so she could sit or lay down.

“How long have you’ve been experiencing the headaches? Any confusion, lightheadedness, trouble remembering stuff?” She began as she grabbed a device to scan her head.

“Sometime after Crait and yes to all of the above,” She answered.

“You mean… sometime after you were tossed into space and nearly died? That long?” Blix asked alarmed.

Leia nodded once. Blix completed her scans and made her way over to computers to print them out. A few minutes later, she was examining them with a deep frown. She took a deep breath before mentally reaching out to Luke.

“Luke. Get Ben. The both of you need to come to Medbay. Now.”

A few minutes later they both walked in and began to ask her what was going on when they realized Leia was lying on the bed.

Blix led them over to her, and said, “I’m sorry, but… they need to know.”

She sets the scans onto the nearby board, grabbing a seat to begin explaining.

“This is your brain. See the large dark spot? That is inactivity. In most cases that’s not fairly abnormal, but when its almost the entire brain? There’s a problem. From… from the looks of it… your brain is dying. I don’t know if… its because of lack of oxygen from the attack, if you picked up something while exposed to space,” She began to explain.

“What… what do you mean? Can-can it be reversed?” Luke asked stuttering slightly.

“If we had known sooner? Maybe? At this point, it’s not a matter of if but when. I’m so sorry. I-… I don’t know of anything I can do except make you comfortable,” She hesitantly informed.

Ben turned and walked out at that. Luke began to follow after him, but Blix stopped him before he got out the door.

“Luke. Go after him. Do me a favor…. Talk to him like he’s your nephew, not your student. He doesn’t need Master Skywalker. He needs Uncle Luke,” Blix requested with a small frown.

Luke nodded and looked back over to his sister sadly, before exiting.

“I apologize for bringing them in without warning you, but they needed to hear that as well. What… What do you need me to do?” Blix appeased turning back to Leia.

“Honestly. They did need to know. You saved me the trouble of having to tell them later. Can you have Commander Dameron come in please?” Leia asked with a sad smile.

“Of course. Then I’ll give you something for the pain, something light, to at least take away the headache,” She promised before going over to her communicator.

She quickly got ahold of Poe and asked him to come see her. A minute later he walked in, looking slightly disheveled.

“What’s up baby?” He rasped rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

She nodded her head over to Leia, and he quickly made his way over to her. They talked quietly for a few minutes before Leia called Blix over.

“Dr. I wish for you to make a notice and note it my medical charts. I am currently unfit for duty, and as such has appointed Poe Dameron to acting General,” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am. Lemme get you that medicine real quick too,” Blix noted, quickly giving her some medicine before doing as she requested.

Soon enough the entire base knew that the General Leia was unwell, and that Poe had taken her place. They both escorted Leia back to her room, before returning to Poe’s room. They both plopped down onto his bed with heavy hearts.

“You’re sure there’s… there’s nothing that can be done?” He sniffled.

“Jedi have the ability to heal, but… when the damage is that extreme… It would be giving up a life for a life,” Blix croaked.

She sees out of the corner of her eye, him nodding. His hand slowly reached out and held her own, fingers laced. They both slowly fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“I… I don’t know how to be a general. I’m barely good at being a commander. What… what the hell am I supposed to do?” Poe questioned softly, shaking his head.

“Leia trusts you. She believes in you. You know the Resistance inside and out. I can’t think of anyone better suited to take over. You can do this baby. I know it,” She encouraged turning on her side to look at him.

“I’m going to make us some sandwiches, and then we should head to bed. We got a busy day tomorrow,” Blix announced as she sat up, and made her way over to the kitchen.

Tomorrow they would be heading to Pasaana, to figure out what happened to the Sith Wayfinder and the man who had it last. They ate dinner silently, and when they went to bed, Poe laid down, resting his head on her chest. They soon feel asleep with sadness in their hearts.

The next day, Poe, Rey, Finn, Chewie, C-3PO, BB-8 and herself were on their way to Pasaana. Ben stayed behind to watch over Leia with Luke.

As they landed and began making their way, following Luke’s steps, they realized that a festival was occurring. 3PO excitedly informed them it was a celebration of their ancestors and that it only occurred every 42 years. As they moved through the crowd, Blix looked over at Poe with a smile.

“What? What’s that look for?” Poe asked trying to squash his annoyance.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look very sexy with a scarf?” She flirted as she moved forward, her grin growing at the dumbfounded look that appeared on his face.

She came up to Rey as they were conversing with a local. She heard them talking about last names, and before Rey could say anything, Blix bounded forward.

“She’s a Kenobi. Adopted. But a Kenobi. C’mon lil sis, we got work to do,” Blix answered before dragging her away with a laugh.

As they made their way back over to the guys, another native walked up to her, and began to speak to her.

3PO began to translate, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is that man over there your significant other.” And she motioned at Poe.

“Yes. He’s mine,” She answered with a smile.

She then draped a crown of flowers on her head, and then gave her a necklace to give to Poe.

“Do these items have some sort of significance? Are they important?” She asked curiously as she gently held the necklace with both hands.

3PO informed her, “That it was to signify your union. In some ways, it is considered a marriage in their culture, if General Poe accepts the necklace.”

She silently mouthed an “Oh.”

She looked over at Poe and then back at the native and said, “Wish me luck.”

Blix made her way over to him, and Poe stared at her curiously, his eyes glancing up at the flower crown.

“So. Apparently… if you accept me giving this necklace to you, we are considered hitched in this culture. May I?” She offered holding the necklace up.

He smiled, shaking his head slightly, but leaned down to allow her to put it on him. While he was leaned down, he asked, “Do you really think I look sexy with this scarf?”

She gave him a kiss in response and a wink. He tensed as he looked over her shoulder. “We got stormtroopers.”

A few minutes of panicked running and they were safely hidden with Lando Calrissian. Rey grabbed her attention really quick and asked hesitantly, “Did… did you mean what you… what you said earlier?”

“That you’re a Kenobi? Yeah. Damn straight you are. Listen. If or when, we find out your lineage, it won’t change how everyone in this caravan or within the Rebellion sees you. You’ll still be my kid sister. May as well make it official,” She assured holding her hand.

Rey smiled at her, her eyes watering up.

“Don’t you dare cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and that’s not a good look for either of us,” Blix fretted jokingly.

Rey laughed at that and as they pulled to a stop, they followed Lando’s instruction over where they last tracked Ochi’s presence.

They explored the area, walking onto a strange patch of blackened sand. They looked every which way trying to figure out what had happened, when suddenly they began to sink. Poe grabbed onto her, as Finn tried shouting something at Rey.

When they finally dropped, they were in a small tunnel. Blix pulled out her lightsaber and turned it on, prompting Rey to do the same. As they moved forward, they looked around cautiously. They soon ran into a large serpentine creature, who allowed them to move past, when Rey reached down to heal it.

When he had moved, they discovered a corpse lying there. Ochi. Amongst his remains was a dagger that had a strange language inscribed on it.

Blix gently picked it up and stared at it concentrating. “It’s the Sith language. It’s… old… Difficult to translate.”

“But can you translate it?” Poe asked looking at the dagger over her shoulder.

“It would take time. Time we don’t have. 3PO? You got any ideas?” She admitted before turning her attention to the droid.

“Why, yes, I can translate it, Doctor. However, it is against my programming to translate it,” 3PO stated.

“So, the one time we need you to speak, you can’t?” Poe and Blix asked at the same time.

“Cool. Great. So… who knows how to override said programming?” Blix asked the group.

Poe winces, his face scrunching up as he thought. “I do. But. It’s risky.”

“Risky? How?” Finn asked exasperated.

“I’ll explain later, let’s get out of here for now,” Poe dismissed moving forward, following the path the serpent took.

Blix, Rey, and Finn all squinted at him in suspicion and looked at each other, then back at him.

“That was sus, right?” Blix asked in a whisper.

“Extremely,” Finn replied squinting his eyes at Poe’s back as they began to follow him. “Blix. Ask him why he bein’ weird?”

“What? Why me?” She blinked in slight confusion.

“He’s your boyfriend.” Came two voices in response.

Blix sighed with a laugh and ran up to walk alongside Poe.

“So…Why you bein so secretive, babe?” She asked, after a moment, not looking at him.

“We have to go to Kimiji,” He quietly muttered.

“….the planet… where you were a spice…runner? The one where your partner stabbed you? That Kimiji?” She clarified her voice slowly becoming more and more panicked.

He quickly grabbed her hand with his, and shushed her gently, “Hey. Don’t panic. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“I wish I had your undying hope, but past encounters throw doubt,” She angrily whispered back, making her way forward, toward the end of the tunnel, shaking her head.

“Are you… are you seriously mad at me?” He asked incredulous, running up to catch her.

“Yes. You want us to go to the one place, where you could potentially be KILLED. Just for existing. And what? I’m supposed to be okay with that? No. We can… we can find another way, another… something. I don’t know,” She ranted panic beginning to consume her.

“Honey. Honey. We will be fine. You just said, we don’t have the time. You want to spend however long trying to find someone else to reprogram a droid, or do you want to try and translate it yourself?” Poe reasoned, trying to get her to focus on him.

Blix breathed heavily through her nose, looking away, not thrilled with this plan at all.

“Let’s just… get back to the Falcon. Regroup there,” She said finally walking in its direction.

As they were walking, Blix slowly came to a halt. She felt a presence coming toward them, a dark one.

As everyone began stepping up onto the rock formation, to get into the Falcon, Blix turned her attention toward the energy she was feeling. Rey quietly walked over to her and tensed as she realized what was going on. In the distance they could see a TIE-fighter rushing toward them.

“Rey. Run. Now!” Blix commanded shoving her toward the Falcon.

She turned her lightsaber back on and prepared herself. She took a deep breath and twirled the lightsaber.

As the fighter approached, she tensed her legs, preparing to jump. As soon as it was close enough, she leapt into the air, flipping over the fighter and running her lightsaber down its left wing. She landed in a crouch as the fighter crashed a few feet away.

From the wreckage, a figure dressed in black, wearing a hood and a face mask appeared. As the figure came to face her, she could see a pair of eyes that glowed like amber.

“Darth Sidious didn’t mention another Force wielder. Who are you?” came a raspy, feminine voice.

“I’m complicated,” Blix said sarcastically, throwing her hand out to use Force push the Sith away.

The push threw her back a couple of steps, but otherwise didn’t deter her. The Sith began to walk toward her, when Rey intervened, slashing at her with her own saber.

Blix tried to intervene, but the Sith was now focused on Rey, taunting her; trying to provoke her for some reason. They kept moving away, so she couldn’t hear what was being said, she just knew that all of sudden, Rey screamed in anger, lightning shooting from her hands.

Blix’s eyes widen in surprise, she could vaguely hear Poe screaming about more enemies coming in. Rey looked at her with such terror at what she just did. Especially when bolt was directed at another enemy ship that may have had Chewie on it.

Blix looked at the Sith who stood quite smugly, staring at Rey. While she was distracted in her gloating, Blix decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. She felt the Force surge around her, and she directed as much energy as she could to both of her hands, throwing them out at her.

The Force blasted her off her feet and tossing her several feet away.

“REY! C’MON!” Blix yelled out.

Rey rushed over toward her, grasping Blix’s outreached hand, the both of them rushing to the Falcon

As they raced onboard, Poe taking off as soon as they had jumped onto the ramp. It took mere seconds for them to reach space and make the jump to hyperspace. The both of them collapsed against the wall, breathing heavy.

Blix looked at Rey and pulled her into her arms. Rey shook, soft sobs coursing through her. She could hear her thoughts running amok, one thought that stood out clearly: ‘I killed Chewie.’

“Honey. We don’t know that. There were two transporters. It’s quite possible he was on the other one, okay? If so, we will save him, alright?” Blix whispered to her, as Rey held onto her tightly.

“As for the other thing… even if… you are his grandchild… that doesn’t change how everyone here sees you. That doesn’t change our love for you. You’re still my adopted kid sister, got it? In my eyes, you are a Kenobi,” Blix affirmed turning Rey’s head to look her in the eyes.

Rey tearfully nodded her head, before burying it back into Blix’s chest, her tears continuing, but not as harshly. They sat like that until Rey calmed down, and slowly fell asleep in her arms. Blix pressed some kisses to her hair affectionately. Blix slowly gathered her in her arms, picking her up, and carrying her over to one of the beds. She laid Rey down, making sure she was comfortable before grabbing blanket to cover her.

Blix made her way to the cockpit where Poe and Finn sat.

“Finn. Can you… can you go watch over Rey? I don’t want her to be alone right now,” Blix quietly requested.

Finn nodded his head, standing up. “How… how is she doing?” He asked as he got next to her, pausing.

“Not good. She just now fell asleep. I don’t know how long she’ll sleep, but I don’t want her to wake up alone.,” She began. “She’s feeling lost. Don’t..uh. Don’t. bring up what happened unless she does first. She’s still processing it, okay?”

Finn mumbled he understood before continuing out to her.

Blix all but collapsed into the co-driver’s seat.

“If you didn’t join the Navy, or the Rebellion… what would you be doing?” Blix wondered, staring at the ceiling.

“Ooh. Tough question. Mechanic. Or smuggler. Think I could’ve given Han a run for his money,” Poe answered thinking on it for a second. “You?”

“Pod Racer. Politics are too boring. Maybe even train kids on it,” She noted with a tired sigh.

“When this war is finally over… I’m taking you to my home in Naboo, and we are not leaving my bed for a week,” She announced as she straightened up.

“Deal. But you have to also come home with me to Yavin and meet my dad. Need for him to meet the woman who’s going to become his daughter in law,” He countered leaning over to press a kiss to her lips.

“Sounds good,” She replied leaning forward, resting her elbows on her thighs, looking at her hands.

“My mom would’ve liked you,” She whispered staring at the ring he got her on their first date.

“My mom would’ve loved you. Would’ve thought it was hilarious that you kept rejecting me for a year. She always said, I would wind up with someone who would keep me on my toes,” Poe admired, his hand gently stroking her cheek.

“How long until we reach Kimiji?” She wondered looking at the controls. “And uhh… can the controls go on auto pilot?”

Poe flicked a couple of switched with a small smile. “It’ll be a couple of hours. Wanna go lay down for a bit?”

She nodded her head, and they both stood up, walking toward the nearby bed. Poe laid down first on his back and waved her over once he was situated. She grabbed a blanket, holding it over her shoulders like a cape, before crawling on top of him. She gently maneuvered the blanket to cover the both of them, before sinking onto his chest.

The gentle lull of his heartbeat coaxed her to sleep, as Poe watched over her for a few minutes before going to sleep as well.

C-3PO and BB-8 were charging after the hectic morning. Rey had at some point woke up, and persuaded Finn to curl up next to her. The moment his arm wrapped around her; she was out again.

“I want to tell you, that I love you,” Finn whispered into her hair. “Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to tell you when your awake.”

He eventually fell asleep as well.

The occupants of the Falcon were momentarily at peace. It had been a rough couple of hours, and they all knew, that it was probably going to get worse. But for now, they were going to take refuge in the peace. Once they dropped out of hyperspace, things would be hectic again. But the end was near. They were on their way to finally defeating the Empire, they just needed to continue fighting.

ELSEWHERE

Darth Sidious was angry.

"What do you mean "there was another Jedi" Maeve?" He seethed.

"Exactly that, my lord. She was powerful. She was able to toss me like I weighed nothing. She's protective of your granddaughter though. Maybe we can use her to convince Rey to join us?" Darth Maeve suggested.

"Hm. We shall see. I need to know what drives her. If she can be turned easily," Darth Sidious contemplated cackling. "If so, we can turn the tides on this ridiculous Rebellion, and the Dark side shall rule all. Continue with our plans for now."

"Yes, my lord," Maeve responded disconnecting her projection.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #i shipped rey and finn #sorry not sorry #so #bb8 is ridiculous #this took so long to write out #i apologize #it was hard finding inspiration for it

[dexters-bluemilkshakes]

star wars drinking game but you’re drinking a blue milkshake:

take a sip every time…

someone says they’ve got a bad feeling about this 

r2 screams

“clanker”

yoda giggles

yoda says something annoyingly vague

imperial march plays before anakin turned 

3po and r2 bickering 

hyperspace 

palpating cackles

bb8 doing happy hops  

luke and leia having chaotic sibling energy without knowing it

r2 screams

chopper curses someone out

war crimes

ezra tries to act cool 

hondo says something ridiculous (ridiculous! he’s a pirate, he doesn’t even know what that means 😌)

wolffe rolls his eyes 

a mission goes wrong

the clones make you sad

anakin and padme are Really Good At Hiding Their Marriage™️ 

one of the droids uses one of their tool hands 

echo is grumpy 

“wizard”

grogu makes that little sound he makes like the ray of sunshine he is

ahsoka says smth snippy 

“ANAKIN-“ (aka: all of the clone wars)

hera and kanan are totally Not Married

vader says something really over dramatic 

anakin says something really over dramatic

vader Does Not Care Luke Is His Son What Do You Mean He Doesn’t Care For Him

every time a droid says roger roger 

hello there

3po admonishes r2

#starwars #starwarsfunny #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequels #star wars sequels #r2d2 #the clones #the clone wars #yoda #c3po #chopper swr #ezra bridger #hondo ohnaka #commander wolffe #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #leia organa #bb8 #palpatine #hyperspace #grogu #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #hers syndulla #kanan jarrus #darth vader #roger roger

[ohheyitsokay]

alive

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: none, two dorks pining, slightly inconclusive ending? Sorry

Summary: Poe realizes being injury prone is a great indicator for who cares about you, but he has no idea where to do from there.

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“Poe Dameron I swear if you die out there I will hunt down your body, raise you back to life, and kill you again.”

Poe stared at you, but the hatch was closing and then you were climbing down the ladder to get out of the way and he had to focus.

He didn’t see you again until you were clear, running to the group at the edge of the hanger. He willed you to look at him one last time, heart almost louder than the engine he was firing up. When you did, your gaze had no trouble finding him, even across the bay. Poe nodded at you, hoping beyond hope that his eyes, through the goggles and the glass and the smoke, were communicating what he was trying to say.

I will come back to you. Alive. I promise.

It was a reckless promise – he was reckless. Everyone knew he flirted with danger more than even the girls around the base, and he would gladly die for the resistance. So making a promise like that was beyond stupid but, well, it was still true. He could feel it in his stomach, a fiery resolve: he would make it back to you.

If anything, he needed to know if that’s what you were trying to ask of him when you threatened him just now. If you wanted him to be yours as much as he wanted you to be his. If you were afraid for him.

The two of you had been friends for what might as well had been forever.

Honestly, you didn’t think he thought of you as special – you were a rebel who would tease him sometimes, and talk to him when he was around. There were plenty of hopefuls who launched themselves into his arms when he came back, anyway.

Not that you didn’t want to, it just didn’t seem quite right. He was the rebel alliance’s sweetheart, one of the common heroes of the galaxy. On top of his ace flying, he had a sharp jawline, strong hands, and those deep, intense eyes that made anyone melt when he looked at them.

You were just a person who liked to help people, happy to run around in the background, making things run as smoothly as they could in such chaotic times. There was no reason you should be the one he sought out to hug when he made it home alive.

Still, you were friends.

And… and sometimes there were things that made you wonder. Moments that stuck in your brain, stealing even more of your precious sleep, and made your toes curl when you savored them late at night.

More often then not, he would sit next to you with your mutual friends in the mess hall. You would tease him, saying you would be a better pilot if you weren’t needed here, and he wasn’t so great. The others would pitch in, trying to pick out ways he wasn’t perfect and mostly failing. He’d laugh and his eyes would catch yours, and he would slide into you, so close your trays almost took up more space than the two of you.

Sometimes, he’d stand behind you, at General Organa's elbow, and you’d feel his hand settle on the small of your back. Warm movements would sink through your suit and stick to your skin even after he was long gone.

And, like this morning, you were the one he’d ask to send him off, to make sure BB8 was in place, and to be the last face he saw before he was off to dance with danger. He had stared at you tonight, intense, like he was trying to say words with only his eyes from a hundred yards away.

That wasn’t nothing, right?

You shook your head, knowing this wasn’t the time to go down that path. You had work to do.

The command center was already bustling by the time you’d grabbed your communication set so you had to wiggle into your place around the display.

You watched with focus and worry in your heart as the tiny lights shot across the miniature star system. It was going to be a long night.

-

Thank the Maker they were coming back alive. Poe was coming back alive. The communications in his ship were shot but that hardly mattered. You were beginning to think this team couldn’t do a single mission without at least three different things going wrong.

Exhaustion nagged at you, but the adrenaline kept it at bay. Almost the whole night, you and a few others had been up, alternating between yelling at the pilots and holding your breath, eyes unable to look away.

Through Poe’s ridiculous luck and maybe the Force, they had completed the mission with only burns, broken bones, and banged up ships.

As you stood by the display, you watched everyone run to see the x-wings wobble into the hanger, and you were finding it hard to keep your relief at bay. It was demanding you toss aside your doubts and fling yourself into his arms, dig your fingers into his flight suit and hold onto him without letting go. But if you ran down there with everyone to try, chances were, instead you’d get stuck watching someone else do that instead.

Still, something hot was coursing through your veins and your legs were moving on their own, carrying you towards the man who had held your heart since you’d met him. You finally stopped yourself as you hit the edge of the crowd, trying to be inconspicuous as you saw the flight teams were already in.

But he was looking for you without abandon. The same heat was in his blood and he wanted you to be the one he saw first. Or maybe the only one he saw, he didn’t care.

Poe hung on the ladder, suspended above the rushes of people, searching for you with increasing desperation. You didn’t always come to find him when he came back, and he didn’t know if he could handle that – if he could handle the idea that you didn’t need to see him as bad as he needed to see you. His one arm was injured, throbbing, but he could bring himself to descend fully yet, his heart insisting on you.

You saw him, and you almost gaped, seeing him hold himself back, his eyes searching the crowd almost frantically. Maybe it wasn’t for you, but you could bring yourself to care anymore. Maker, you wanted it to be you, and your legs took off again, weaving in an out, trying to make it to Poe.

BB8 made an indignant noise and Poe tore his eyes away, feeling guilty. He climbed back up, pressing the button to lower his friend to the ground. He tried to ignore the ugly feeling seeping into his heart when he looked down, straight into your eyes.

He had no idea how he made it down the ladder, because a second later, you were in front of him.

In unison, you sunk into each other, trying to mind his bumps and bruises.

“Okay fine, I admit it,” you whispered into his neck, “no on else could’ve made if out the that alive.” You pulled away, realizing the heaviness of your words. “You’re the best pilot in the galaxy.” The smile you shot at him was giddy with relief.

He’d been waiting to hear you say that for the past two years, and in any other circumstances he would have been yelling, jumping, and triumphant. But it suddenly didn’t matter as much as it had for all that time.

He could have died.

Of course, Poe Dameron wasn’t a stranger to near death experiences. Maker, hadn’t you teased him about his recklessness just last night? But now, not coming back to you was unthinkable.

He tugged you back into him, holding you closer than he’d ever had the courage to before. You both were too overwhelmed to keep talking. The weight of the night, the mission, this whole damn fight came crashing into focus, and you clung to each other. Poe closed his eyes and buried his nose into your hair. He didn’t want to think about how he had almost left you, almost never held you again. He didn’t want to think about the greater good, or the end goal or any of it.

Instead, he breathed you in, wanting only to focus on this moment. Your face was pressed against the skin of his neck, and your hands were gripping his suit like your life depended on it. Your heartbeat felt like shots of bravery, something he could never quiet find with you before.

“You were worried about me?” he asked, reluctantly pulling back and trying to sound lighthearted.

“We all were,” you were nodding, but you caught a split second of disappointment in his eyes and you relented. “Of course I was.”

Then Poe Dameron was beaming at you and you almost had to laugh. He was adorable and eager and it was almost too much to handle.

“You’re an idiot,” you added, more affectionately than you meant to. He was still grinning, unfazed and your resolve continued to dissolve.

“Don’t you dare do that to me again,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face and trying to look stern.

He just shrugged, the weight of it all seeming lighter somehow. You let go of him, trying to stay annoyed and failing.

Still, you moved away from him.

“Wait, will you patch me up?” you stopped looking at him. The honesty and eagerness from before had been replaced with his usual charm.

This man was going to be the death of you.

You gave him a lopsided smile and shook your head.

“Get someone else to be your nurse, Dameron,” you said, turning on your heels with a laugh, too scared of his hands and eyes to stay.

Poe watched you go, dragging his hand over his face, and hearing the scratch of his stubble against his gloves. He couldn’t even be disappointed – he should’ve seen that coming.

He removed the glove from his unharmed side and touched the spot on his neck where your face had been. That alone was enough to get him back to you alive for at least another mission. After all, even more than recklessness, hope was in his bones. All he has to do is just had to keep coming back to you alive.

#this is NOT the fic i teased earlier #i am all over the place send help #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars #maybe i don't know people #i hated this fic all morning and yet now i love it again

[theminionjcfucked]

The BB23 Houseguests and the combination of former players they are: Good vs Evil Edition

PSA: I’ve done a specific combination of generally liked players and generally hated players amongst the BB Fandom. DO NOT get mad at me if your fav is compared to someone you don’t like. I did this strictly based on how they played and how it compares to the current cast. I compared some of my favs to hot garbage but it is a deliberate comparative of “good vs evil”.

Don’t be a salty bitch. 😁

Enjoy!

Alyssa: BB18 Natalie/ BB18 Nicole- She cute and flirty just like Natalie was but I fear her playing the Franzel game of wanting a meat shield and a boy toy will lead to her downfall.

Azah: BB19 Dominique/ BB19 Jessica- She has a very poised demeanor about her and speaks only with integrity and heart just like Dominique did, however I feel as though just like Jessica, she’s gonna let her heart play too much into her game and end up pulling a damaging move towards her own game.

Brent: BB16 Cody/BB18 Paulie- A Jersey boy combo. In comparison to Cody on BB16, he’s somewhat decent to look at. But he has all the disgusting qualities of Paulie that make him so unappealing. Especially the cockiness. Truly a blend of both Calafiore brothers.

Britini: BB18 Michelle/BB19 Christmas- She has a lot of emotional roller coasters like Michelle did but she also has the same spunk that Meech did too. However, I do feel like she is becoming too confident in saying what she wants to everyone and seeing herself with a victim/hero complex like Christmas did.

Christian: BB16 Hayden/BB16 Frankie- In comparison to Hayden, he’s playful and can sometimes liven up a room. But he is arrogant and full of himself like Frankie was. And based on his acting skills I’ve seen, I don’t know how he could honestly think he is all that and a bag of chips.

Claire: BB17 Becky/ BB20 Angela- Claire is athletic and fun just like Becky. She also is down to scheme the way Becky was. But she is also furniture right now, just like Angela was.

Derek F: BB12 Rachel Reilly/BB22 Kevin- JFC if he doesn’t have all the personality in the world! Like he is funny and brings a lot into the house ala Rachel style, but his reads on the house are as piss poor as Kevin’s.

Derek X: BB17 Johnny Mac/B18 Paul- Just like Johnny Mac he is a stellar competitor when it comes to making smart moves and generally being in everybody’s good graces. But just like Paul, DX is a new player, who is learning the game quite well, but it could be his downfall as he may discredit his fellow competitors abilities and let they slide by instead of getting them out.

Frenchie: BB1 Chicken George/ BB21 Jack- He had all the simple older man vibes as Chicken George with all the condescending self righteous POS behaviors as Jack.

Hannah: BB13 Britney/ BB8 Daniele: She is witty and charming like Britney. Right now she isn’t seen as a threat which can be good, but I do fear she might let her tongue get too sharp like Dani did in her first season.

Kyland: BB6 Kaysar/ BB21 Tommy- He is so wholesome and caring the way he treats other houseguests in the same way Kaysar was but I do feel he is a bit passive with some shit the way Tommy was about all the bullshit that went on with BB21

Sarah Beth: BB18 Bridgette/ BB15 Andy- Like Bridgette, she had the sweet demeanor with a savage underbelly if she is crossed. But she’s also inching closer and closer to a rat like game as Andy did.

Tiffany: BB3 Danielle/ BB20 Tyler- Tiffany has the strongest grip on the game just like Danielle did, and she has aligned herself with good players who will have her back as she slowly knocks down the competition. However, much like Tyler with Kaycee, she has a couple of shadows (Ky/Claire/DX) that could sneak up a steal her win if she doesn’t start managing her jury now.

Travis: BB16 Zach/ BB11 Jeff- He was entertaining in the same ridiculous way Zach was but his dude bro frat boy attitude is very reminiscent of Schroeder

Whitney: BB3 Marcellas/ BB17 Liz- She gives me emptyheaded yet entertaining vibes the way Marcellas did but also mean girl bitch vibes the way Liz did.

Xavier: BB2 Will/ BB18 James- I think he is clever with how he navigates the social part of this game the same way Will did, but I think his goofiness could lead to his game falling apart.

#big brother #bb23 #cbs #Houseguests As

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So I apologise because I’m aware this is ridiculous but it popped into my head so I wrote it. I hope someone enjoys it.

Poe Dameron x F!reader and a lot of BB8 mentions

You frowned as Poe sat down next to you at the lunch table, he'd woken up cheerful as always. Your husband was one of those annoying morning people, but when you'd come out of the shower his mood had shifted and he was acting like a moody teenager.

“What is wrong with you today?” you asked “You've been miserable all day, what's going on?”

“Look at that over there” he huffed, pointing over to another table where Rey and Rose were sat having lunch.

“What am I looking at?” you asked with a frown, confused at why your friends seemed to be the object of his frustration “They're just eating lunch”

“BB8” he mumbled

“What about him?”

“He's spending all his time with Rey. He's replaced me”

You couldn't help the laugh that fell from your lips “That's what's wrong with you?”

“It's not funny!”

“Oh Poe, it really is!”

“I thought a wife was supposed to support her husband”

“And I do, just not when you're being insane!” you giggled “That droid loves you, he hasn't replaced you! If he was given the choice between you and Rey, you know he would pick you at anytime”

“He speeds out our room in the morning to go and find her!”

“Because he likes watching her train. That doesn't mean he doesn't like spending time with you. Please stop being silly!”

Poe huffed and stood up “I'm gonna head back to work. I'll see you later” he grabbed his lunch then kissed your forehead then headed out the room. You grabbed your stuff and headed over to join Rey and Rose.

“Hey” Rose smiled as you sat down

“Hi” you sighed

“Everything alright?” Rey asked, concern on her face

“Yeah, just Poe thinking that BB8 doesn't love him anymore because he's hanging out with you. The man is exhausting at times”

“I've not heard you complaining some of the times he's exhausted you” Rose winked

“I don't mean for him to hang around me” Rey said “He just follows”

'I like to train with you' the droid bleeped

“I know that” you replied “But Poe's just acting like a child”

“Poor Finn” Rose chuckled “He'll have to listen to him all afternoon”

“Rather him than me” you chuckled “Beebs, please can you spend sometime with your dad over the next few days just to make him feel better? You know how annoying he can be when he's in a mood”

'Alright' BB8 bleeped

After a long day of work, you headed back to your room. BB8 rolled along behind you, having chosen to hang out with you after lunch. Poe was lying on the sofa when you walked in.

“Hey” he smiled “Sorry about earlier”

“It's alright” you replied, taking a seat next to him, his arm wrapped around you and pulled you into his side. BB8 rolled over so he was next to the sofa.

'I'm sorry for not hanging out with you' he bleeped

“Hey buddy, it's fine” Poe replied “I was being an idiot. You can hang out with anyone you want. But please just don't replace me”

'I will never replace you'

“Thanks buddy”

“Now can we all just cheer up and be happy?” you asked

“Yeah, I think we can”

#poe dameron x reader #my terrible writing #feedback welcome as always

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The Two Times You Ended Up In His Room, And The One Time He Ended Up In Yours | Poe Dameron

Summary: You and Poe are both x-wing pilots and you have both been mutually pining for each other for a long while. Things finally come to a head when you end up in his room one night on accident. [tw: PTSD discussion] [Set before films? but non specific] [established friendship] [mutual pining] [fluff] [established nickname]

Word Count: 5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The first time you end up in Poe's room it's an accident. It is well past midnight and you're trying to avoid the guard who always flirts with you. He's really creepy and you just want to go for a walk around base to clear your head. Things have been tense and you just want a moment to breathe. Unfortunately you have absolutely no luck and you run into the aforementioned guard. His name is Karik. How could you forget, he tells you every single time you see him.

You turn down a hall toward the command center and there he is. He raises his hand and greets you like an old friend and you do nothing of the sort in return. Instead you turn around and go to the closest door, scan your all access ID and go in. You have no idea who to expect inside but you don't care. Explaining your issue will be easier to deal with than Karik.

In the low light of the bedroom you can make out an orange flight suit in the corner, a body on the bed with their back to you and a droid in the corner powered down. The droid is the dead giveaway. It's BB8. That means the man on the bed is Poe Dameron.

As if you had said his name out loud, he rolls over and flips on a small wall lamp beside the bed. He's topless, hair a dark curly mess, the gold chain with small ID tags he always wears glints in the light. Stars above, he is a sight to see. "Hello?" He asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes and making sure you're actually there. "Jumper is that you?"

Jumper. The nickname you earned from the x-wing pilots just over a year ago when your x-wing was going down and you emergency evacuated on a planet you had no knowledge of. You knew two things. Die in a fiery crash with the x-wing or possibly survive the fall on to the unknown planet and keep fighting with the resistance, but also possibly die upon impact. Obviously you survived. Broken and battered you landed in quicksand. It was Poe who rescued you only minutes after you landed. He had seen the x-wing go down and went to find you, or better yet, your body to bring back your ID tags. When he found you alive he was shocked. If he hadn't come after you, you'd have died in that quicksand, unable to move and sinking slowly. Truly you owe this man your life.

"Yeah, hey Poe." You chuckle nervously. Maybe explaining your sudden intrusion wouldn't be easier than dealing with Karik. Because of course it's Poe and he's your friend, and of course he's your commander too but on top of all of that you've got a massive crush on him. Like, you’re basically in love with him and he has no idea. "I-... was out for a walk."

"A walk?" He sits up and the blankets pool at his hips. "A walk into people's bedrooms?"

"Yes, no! No! I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk around base. There's this guy, a guard or something, he always tries to flirt with me and it makes me uncomfortable. Anyway I saw him and I just went into the closest room to avoid him."

"Oh. That's horrible, have you told him you're not interested?" Poe slides over on his bed toward the edge and adjusts the blankets. "Have you talked to anyone about it?"

You sigh heavily. "I've told him I'm not interested of course. I haven't brought it to anyone's attention because he isn't like...I don’t know?"

"It's unwanted attention. He's harassing you. Tell me who it is and I'll talk to them tomorrow."

"I don't want to start trouble."

Poe flips his blanket back. "I won't have anyone on this base getting harassed, let alone one of my best pilots."

"I-" your voice catches as you realize he's just given you a major compliment. One of his best pilots? Coming from Poe Dameron, the Poe Dameron? Your heart is going to explode. "Thank you," you manage to whisper while your brain and heart go a thousand miles a minute.

He chuckles softly, as if the compliment were nothing. "You know we have a recon mission tomorrow. You need to get some sleep. Should I walk you back to your room?"

"I can't ask that of you. I already woke you up and barged in your bedroom."

"It's no problem. I'm offering." Poe pulls back his blanket completely and slides off the bed, stretching as he stands. His black jogging pants hang low on his hips and you force yourself to look at BB8 in the corner. "Come on, Jumper. I need my pilots rested before they get behind the controls."

You nod and he opens the door, ushering you into the bright hallway. Karik is nowhere in sight and you're glad. It would be painfully obvious he was the one if he were lingering outside the door. "I think I'll be fine. You can go back to sleep Poe."

"No, I wanna make sure you get to your room unbothered." He runs a hand over his hair and scratches his side. It's hotter than it has any right to be. He's just being a human and you can't get your head out of the clouds. "You're in South Central quarters right?"

"Y-yeah? How'd you know?"

"I visited every day when you were laid up after your crash. Remember?"

"Oh yeah, right, duh." You shake your head and rub your neck. The scar there from the operation they did to reconstruct your shoulder is still raised. Your stomach churns as you think about how much of your body is scared from that crash. You're still alive though, and that's what matters.

Poe lays a hand on your cheek and fans his fingers out over your neck. "You still with me?"

"What?" You snap out of your trip down memory lane and look to the man in front of you. "Sorry."

"I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

"No, no it's fine."

"Did you ever go to therapy for that or anything? It takes a toll on a person when they get that close to death." Poe slides his hand down to your shoulder. "I'm not saying anything is wrong with you because there isn't, I just want to make sure you're alright."

You smile softly. "Yes, I've seen someone, I’m still seeing someone actually. I promise I'm not going to crash anymore x-wings or let you down on a mission because I'm in my head."

"I don't care if you let me down or destroy a hundred x-wings. I care about your health, about you as a person not as just some pilot on my team. I never wanna pull you from the brink of death again but I'd do it over and over if I must, just to see you smile and fist bump me before you get in your x-wing again."

"T-thank you Poe." You swallow back the surge of emotion that courses through you. "I haven't- I don't really talk about it outside of therapy y'know?"

"You can talk about it any time with me. It's okay. I've been there and it's a dark place to come back from." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug. "You're not alone."

You bring your hands up and grip his back gently. It's warm, soft and smooth to the touch. He must use quality body wash. "Sorry I woke you up and now I'm like this."

"There's a time for everything. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Does the name Jumper upset you? I guess I didn't think of it until now."

"No, it's like a badge of honor. It's alright I don't mind."

"Okay good." He ruffles your hair and you swat at his hand. "You need to go to bed. Like I said, I don't need a sleepy pilot tomorrow."

"Yeah okay, Dad."

Poe smirks and folds his arms over his chest. "Dad? Or do you mean Daddy?"

Your jaw drops as you realize what he is implying. "Oh disgusting. You're sick Dameron. You're sick."

He laughs raucously, leaning on the wall as he catches his breath. "Oh man, your face was just priceless. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm joking. I'm not into that at all."

"Oh my- fuck Poe you are terrible!"

"I've been called worse honey." He pats your back and pushes you forward gently. "Seriously though, as much as I'd love to stay up all night with you, we both need some sleep. Let's get you to bed so I can get some sleep too."

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Two days later you wake up from a nightmare in a cold sweat. You had gone down again, your x-wing careening to the surface of a planet you're unfamiliar with. This time you didn't jump out, trapped by your seat belt straps and you crashed with it. Everything felt so real and the moment you made impact you sat bolt upright in bed gasping for air. It's been over a year since the crash, you haven't had a dream like this in forever. You remember what Poe said, that you could go talk to him anytime. It's well into the early hours of the morning and you feel bad waking him up again, but you need something solid, something real. There are no missions for a few days so he can catch up on sleep tomorrow or something.

You put on your slippers and head out into the hall. You pass a few of the hangar crew, most likely the night shift, on your way down Poe's hallway. At his door you scan your ID and it slides open, allowing you to step in and hit the close button.

Poe stirs, rolling over in bed and looking at you. "Jumper? That you again?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"No, not at all. Here." He scoots over and pulls the blanket back. "Get in."

"I don't know if that's appropriate?"

"Appropriate? What is this grade school academy? We're adults and you're my friend and co pilot. I think you're allowed to get in my bed. Do you want me to make it an order?"

"No," you laugh softly at how ridiculous it sounds. You crawl under the blanket and snuggle down against the mattress. It smells like him, warm and rich almost like sandalwood and spices. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I just didn't want to be alone."

"Nightmare?" He asks, voice soft and deep in your ear. He's so close you're torn between being comfortable and being nervous. "Tell me about it?"

"I was going down in an x-wing and I couldn't evac because I was stuck and I was so scared." Your chest tightens and you take a heavy breath. "I was so scared of dying Poe. I shouldn't be, I know the risk I take everytime I get behind the controls. But I was so fucking scared I didn't want to die like that, I didn't want to..." Your voice breaks completely as a sob wracks your body. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Poe takes your hand and brings it up to kiss your knuckles. It makes your heart ache and everything feels surreal. You're a mess of emotions. He lets you cry it out, waits to speak until you've settled yourself down enough to breathe normally. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Mmmhmm."

"I get scared too. The first time I almost died I ended up in a sand dune alone with a cut on my head and a broken arm. I think I was eighteen. If some salvagers hadn't found me by tracking my downed x-wing, I'd have died of starvation and dehydration. I didn't know where I was or how to get back to civilization. I think about that flight every time something happens to my ship and my controls go dark for a moment. I had nightmares every night for two years. I still get them from time to time."

"Oh. I didn't know that happened to you."

"Mmm. I've been in a lot of dangerous situations and I'm sure I will be in more in the future. Being afraid of dying doesn't make you weak, it makes you human. Unfortunately PTSD is a very real side effect of traumatic events and we've been through a lot. I still go to therapy once a month because coping is hard."

You nod and squeeze his hand in yours. "Thanks for letting me stay in here for a bit. I just wanted to feel something real, to know the dream was just a dream."

"I understand. You're welcome to sleep with me if you want. I have to be up in a few hours to meet with Leia, but you can stay as long as you like."

You chuckle softly and wipe your face. You feel a lot better having cried it out. You're feeling a lot less scared of dying and being weak and a lot more giddy and anxious about being this intimate with Poe. "Is Poe Dameron asking me to sleep with him?"

"Only if you say yes."

"Mmm, only if you keep it above the waist." You say teasingly.

Next thing you know Poe is leaning over you. His hand slides into your hair, turning your face to him. In the dark room so you can't see him clearly when he is this close and your breathing stops. Is this happening? Is he actually making a move?

"P-Poe?"

"Above the waist." He strokes his thumb over your cheek. "That's the only stipulation?"

"For sleeping? Or you mean for-"

"I do."

A flush rises in your chest and you can feel your cheeks get warm just before the rest of your body floods with heat. "I didn't know you felt that way about me."

He chuckles softly and leans his forehead against yours. "Jumper, you're all I've wanted since the day I pulled you from the quicksand. I knew when I saw you almost ripped from my life, I needed you. You're funny, smart, quick, and a damn good pilot." He bumps his nose against yours and you let out a shaky breath. "I don't let just anyone in my room late at night, and I sure as hell don't share my bed with just anyone either."

"I can't believe...I was just teasing but- I've always wanted you t-"

He presses his lips to yours and you melt. Your body feels as if it completely dissolves, from your bones to your skin. You feel like putty held together by some fragile and unknown force, doomed to ooze out of your form at any second. He's burning up, body flush to you as he works his lips against yours ever so gently. It's even better than you imagined, he's so soft and warm, a gentle lover, and your heart stops as you think about how this can't be real. This has to be a dream. You're still in your room. This cannot be happening.

"Hey, you alright?" He murmurs, stroking some hair off of your face. "Did I read this wrong?"

"It's a dream. You're not real." Your chest swells with crushing sadness and you can't stop the tears that spill over the corners of your eyes. "This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up now."

Poe lets out a soft laugh. "Sweetheart you are awake." He leans over you and turns on the wall lamp. The room is flooded with a yellow glow and you see him, face to face. "See? I'm right here?"

You reach up and touch his cheek, the light stubble scratches against your fingertips. His loving eyes droop, a dead give away that he enjoys your touch. But why? Why would he wait so long? Why would he never say anything? You splay your hand flat on his cheek and rub your palm along the scratchy short hairs, thumb bumping his lower lip. "Why now?"

"Because I finally had an inkling that you were just as interested as I was. You're hard to read most of the time. I understand that though. You're private with your feelings and I'm your commander. I don't blame you for not flinging yourself at me. I've not been exactly forthcoming either, as I didn't want to be inappropriate as a person of authority."

"Right...but what is proving to me that this isn't a dream?"

"Well would a dream bite your shoulder?" He drops his face to your skin and lets out a hot breath over it.

"Maybe?"

"Would you feel it if it wasn't real?"

"I don't know."

Poe sighs heavily, forehead pressing to your shoulder. "This is not a dream. I swear. Do you want to get up? Go talk to someone else? Maybe fly the x-wings around a bit?"

"No. I want to sleep. You said you need to sleep too because you have a meeting with Leia early in the morning. Maybe if I fall asleep I'll wake up if it's a dream."  

"It's not a dream." He leans over and flips off the light before he drops his weight to the bed beside you. "You'll see."

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Morning comes and you wake up to bright light pouring in through the small window beside the bed. Of course Poe has a good room with a window. Most of the base sleeping quarters have no windows and are very small. His is nice enough, definitely more spacious than a lot of the rooms you've been in. His bed is tucked in the corner, there's a bedside table, a rod built into the wall for clothes, a small three drawer dresser behind the door and a little indent on the wall the bed is against for storage where BB8 stays. He doesn't have much in the way of personal items on display. Only a few hygiene essentials in a basket on the dresser and a small box that looks like it might hold a piece of jewelry. There is a photo frame too, and it looks like a picture of the x-wing fighters.

Last night wasn't a dream, that much is obvious. You're in Poe's room and he is gone. You debate turning over and going back to sleep, or going out to get breakfast at the mess hall. Your stomach makes the decision and it says mess hall as soon as possible.

In the mess hall you take a seat with some of the other pilots. You know them well enough, a few of them you would call friends. You've never been one to be too social because in this fight, you lose too many people. One of the few people you call a friend is Vivi. She is a bomber pilot, knows the in and out of a bomber like the back of her hand. She's a bit of a gossip but she has been here with you since the day you arrived.

"Hey hey, how's it going?" Vivi asks as you place your tray in front of you.

"Good. I've got a few days off. I'm glad just to recoup."

"Got anything special in mind?" She asks with a little smirk.

You shrug and poke at the jellied fruit you've got on the plate. "Sleeping? Finding a place to take a hot bath. I swear I've got arthritis and I'm only twenty five."

"Mmm probably because you were a shattered heap of bones when Dameron found you. That shit doesn't heal back right y'know?"

"Mmm yeah probably."

"Yeah...so how long have you and Dameron been a couple?"

You nearly choke on your coffee and quickly grab your napkin to clean up your face. How in the galaxy did she know you and Poe spent any time together outside missions? "Excuse me?"

"I said what I said. I heard from Nupe that Karik told him that he saw you go into Dameron's room the other night, like well into the night too. I also heard that Trey and Garin saw you in the hall going to Dameron's room last night. So, how long?"

"It's not like that. Karik is the one who is obsessed with me, remember? His rumors are invalid. I was out for a walk because I couldn't sleep and I just ducked into a room to avoid him. It happened to be Poe's room. There is nothing going on."

Vivi chuffs. "So what about last night?"

"I went to talk to him about the crash. I've been having a hard time lately and- y'know what? I don't owe you an explanation." You stab a little harshly at your scrambled eggs and bring them to your mouth. You don't owe anyone an explanation about why you've been to Poe's room. Why does it matter? He's your friend and co-pilot. That's all anyone needs to know. So what if you kissed last night. You're still not sure it wasn't a dream. Sure you woke up in his room but that doesn't mean anything...maybe.

Vivi stays quiet, realizing she has crossed a line she wasn't meant to cross. The two of you eat in silence while the rest of the mess hall go about their own conversations. It's not until you're ready to take your tray to the wash station that Vivi speaks again. "I'm sorry I pushed you. I think you'd make a good couple. I just thought- well the way Dameron looks at you I thought something was definitely going on."

"The way he- what?"

"You don't know? He looks at you like you're the most incredible person he's ever seen, literally after every mission he gawks like a proud parent watching their kid win a race." She laughs softly to herself. "He is so in love with you and you have no idea do you?"

"Wait- last night...fuck. I have to talk to him."

"He's still at the command center with Leia and the others last I knew."

You pick up your tray and head for the wash station, passing it off to the droid there as you head out. You're starting to think last night was not a dream after all. If not, you've gotta talk to Poe as soon as possible. If rumor spreads that you're hooking up or sneaking around, whatever, you want to make sure that it doesn't affect either of you. You want a solid definition of your relationship no matter what it may be.

As you turn down the hall to the command center you run into Karik. The absolute last person you want to deal with right now. He's standing guard outside the command center, posted most likely, and you've got to get past him to get to Poe. As if the Galaxy hasn't given you enough to deal with in your life.

"Hey Jumper, where are you headed?" Karik smiles, arms folded over his chest to make himself seem bigger. It's like a bird, puffing itself up for first impressions on a mate.

"I've business in the command center."

"Do you? I don't have any orders to allow you in."

You roll your eyes and look to the doors beyond that open to reveal the internal workings of the command center. You make eye contact with Poe for a moment before the doors close again. "Why don't you double check?"

"I know my job. How about you? Do you know yours?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Karik shrugs and gives a rude smirk. "Nothing. Just don't know what a pilot would think they need to be in the command center for. You're not a commander or a sergeant."

"What's your problem Karik?"

"I don't have a problem."

"Really? Because you are acting like an asshole right now and if my memory serves me right you've never been one before."

"People change."

You scoff and smile to yourself. This is absolutely about you and Poe. He's blocking you because he's jealous. "You-"

"Jumper, hey you came to meet me?" Poe says as he jogs down the short hall behind Karik that leads to the command center. He stops and lays his hand on your shoulder, smiling softly.

"Of course, I was hoping we could talk soon. I didn't realize your meeting would go so long today."

Poe looks back at the closed doors and runs a hand over his hair. "We're just about finished. Did you get breakfast?"

"Yeah just came from there."

"Damn I was hoping to get something with you. I'm starving in here."

You look to Karik and then back to Poe and smile oh so sweetly. "I can grab you something before they switch over to lunch. Meet me in my room when you're done?"

"Sure. I'll be wrapping up quickly." Poe moves his hand from your shoulder to your neck and does a soft little cradle of your jaw before pulling his hand away. "You're such a sweetheart. I'll meet you there soon."

Warmth floods your body and grips your heart. So tender and loving. You're not sure if you're ready for that side of Poe yet. You glance at Karik and he is staring straight ahead, an unmistakable scowl of jealousy on his face. Good, maybe now he will leave you alone.

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"So Karik is the one who bothers you isn't he?" Poe asks, stretching his legs out in front of him. The two of you are in your room, wanting to talk in private from the rest of the base who are clearly very interested in your relationship. "I could sense he was uncomfortable with me touching you."

"Yeah, he's moving on though I think. I don't know." You pick at the bread you've brought to snack on while Poe finishes his jelly on toast. "I wanted to ask you about last night."

Poe looks over and you can read his expression as plain as day. He looks nervous, concerned that he has wronged you. "Yeah?"

"It wasn't a dream right?"

"No, it definitely was not. Are you uncomfortable?"

"No. No, I'm not uncomfortable with what happened. I guess I'm coming to terms? It still feels like a dream, like it feels hazy because I was so tired. Do you really actually like me like that?"

"Yes. I really like you." He chuckles and leans his head on your shoulder. "Jumper, you're the most amazing pilot I've ever seen and you're so incredibly beautiful without even trying. I don't know why I have waited so long to make a move. I suppose I was afraid I wasn't good enough."

"Not good enough? You're Poe fuckin' Dameron. You're the greatest pilot the resistance has ever seen, shit, that some of the Galaxy has ever seen. You're sweet and kind and you're so determined and dedicated. Poe, you're a rarity and any woman who gets to be romantically involved with you is so lucky."

Poe lifts his head and puts his arm around you. "I suppose you've hit the jackpot then."

"Me? Why?"

"Because I want to ask you out, Jumper. Be my girlfriend."

"Wh- we haven't even gone on a date Poe! How do you even know you want to date me let alone actually be in a relationship with me? This is a bit fast don't you think?"

"I know we have chemistry through the roof when we are together in the cockpit of a ship. We've got an undeniable connection when we are fighting side by side in x-wings and even more of one when we see each other on the ground. There is no way you don't feel that when we're together."

You smile to yourself. Of course you noticed all these things. They're why you've got such a crush on him. You and him have an unspoken connection that puts you on the same wavelength when you're near each other. You always thought maybe it was because he's such a good pilot that you just vibed with him. Two birds of a feather type deal. But it's deeper than that. He evokes a deep comfort, a sense of home and family that you no longer have. By the stars you never realized you are basically in love with him.

"Jumper?" He murmurs, hand cradling your jaw and turning your face to him. "Are you alright?"

"I think I'm in love with you." You mumble softly, eyes focusing in and connecting with his.

Poe smiles and lets out a laugh. "And I'm the one moving fast?"

"Shut up." You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. He immediately melts into your grasp, reaching for your face and grinning into your lips. "You taste like jelly," you giggle as he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

Poe pulls you against his chest and you wrap your arms around him. "So is this a yes to being my girlfriend?"

"Yes. I'd love to date you Poe Dameron."

"Good." He presses a kiss to your head. "Because I don't know if I could keep pining after you."

"Pining? Oh please."

"Hush." He ruffles your hair and falls back on the bed, pulling you back with him. "Let me be the romantic I was born to be."

"I'm excited to meet this side of you."

He kisses along your jaw and hums. "I'm excited to show it." ______________________

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1 I'm going on a date this week!!!! v nervous but excited! last time I went on a date the guy ghosted me aljsdfklskjdf

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3 I don't actually spend a lot of time with friends irl, but that's just because they live ridiculously far away

4 I never knew how to answer the question "what do you fear" because when I was younger it was dogs, then the dark, then werewolves (don't ask), and it all faded away over time but now I can confidently and truthfully say I am terrified of geese. that is my One Fear. fucking geese.

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[brittywestphal]

January 1st, 2022

A rainy one, but we made the most of it (see below: Remi and Rey channeling their inner princess). Covid cases are worse than ever, and our scare at Kids Med yesterday was a nice little reality slap. The girls just had another ear infection (thankfully nothing more serious) but to not freak out over a drippy nose or morning cough or low grade fever is nearly impossible for this anxiety-ridden mama these days. 

continued: January 5th

Since our earlier post, Fredericksburg was hit with what felt like a blizzard. We must have had 14 inches. My work was closed for two days, and though technically the office is open today, I couldn’t go in because the girls’ school was closed. Health wise we’re all still a bit under the weather, so it was probably for the better. 

Early Monday morning the snow started and due to how quickly it accumulated, work closed and school was cancelled. As a mom who appreciates the time to herself while Remi and Rey nap, my priority was having them experience a good snowfall before nap time. Getting them dressed was an event itself. We only had one 3T snowsuit that Remi insisted on wearing despite the fact it was too snug on her, so poor Rey walked around jointness in three pairs of pants. We layer our top halves, and though we did have waterproof gloves that fit them, either I didn’t have the patience to get them on right or the girls didn’t like the way they felt on so honestly they were just pointless. 

We finally get outside and the snow had accumulated faster than I anticipated. There was probably already a good seven or eight inches on the ground that toddler legs might struggle to navigate, but I didn’t spend 30 minutes getting them ready for nothing so we carried on. We weren’t outside but two minutes before they started screaming that the snow was hitting their faces too hard. Both were crying for me to pick them up and their sweet little faces were beet red. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the entire situation, and scooped them up one by one, trudging through the snow to get them to the front door.

Not my finest mommy moment, but an experience for the books.

We had a much better snow day today (see photos below). My snowman might look more like BB8 than Frosty, but Remi and Rey were still impressed.

[damn-stark]

Crossed Stars Ch.10

Star Wars x Marvel crossover

A/N- FINALE!!!!! I love how this chapter ended, so please do leave your thoughts. Thank you for reading.

Warning- ANGST, violence, swearing, long chapter.

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Takes place- towards the end of Endgame.

————

“What is love?” You sigh, dropping your head on General Organa’s shoulder, “true love?”

“Not what you and your previous boyfriend had.” She joked.

Lifting your head you shoot her a lighthearted glare, adding a sarcastic comment, “you’re hilarious has anyone told you that?”

“You, just now.” She continued, recieving a small chuckle from you in return. Only for that laugh soon to die down and the amused smile you carried to turn into a sad frown. Making General turn serious, a hand gently placed on top of yours in a gesture of comfort. “You’re worried. You shouldn’t be, you should be patient. What you’re looking for is coming. That or you need to open your eyes.”

You release a soft huff, a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes visible for a quick second.

“Love, y/n, true love is when you always want what’s best for them, even if that doesn’t include you. It’s wanting to be with that person through the worst times, not even bearing that thought of what it would feel like to lose them. It’s even after years of being together feeling those same butterflies in your stomach. It’s someone you can’t escape reality with, it’s about finding someone who makes reality worthwhile.”

******

“Poe?” Slowly you push yourself off the ground, whipping your head all around some unknown part of what once was a building. Feeling your heart pump faster than you’ve ever heard it beat, fear replacing the pain and the joy felt when it all went well. The longer you couldn’t find Poe, the more that fear heightened. “Poe?!”

The sound of BB8 rolling to you and frantically chirping, made you turn to wait for his owner to follow suit, but to no avail—it wasn’t until you spotted him laid under some rubble did some sort of relief hit you. Making you quickly rush to him and struggle to pull him out. The relief you felt completely gone when you noticed he was still unconscious. Or...not breathing at all.

“Poe?” Your voice cracked, moving your hands to carefully cup his cheeks, feeling your heart beating wildly in your chest out of pure fear. “Come on. You’re okay. You’re okay. Poe?”

Your breath hitches when he still doesn’t move or wake up, your mind finally getting some sense to check his pulse. Pressing your ear on his chest, feeling like your were holding in your own breath in anticipation. The feeling of not finding his pulse causing you to cry softly. “Poe.”

It didn’t even matter if you were literally under huge amounts of rubble that could crush you at any minute, you just stayed there. Straining your ear the most you could to hear what you wanted, what you ached to hear.

“Come on. I can’t lose you. Not you.” You cried.

The feeling of a hand pressed on your back immediately made you jump and pull away. The tears drying from your eyes instantly.

“Worried?” Poe croaked as his eyes fluttered open, a smug smile on his lips already.

You grabbed onto your chest and slid to the ground, not even giving it a minute to fully capture that he was alive to glare at him.

“Don’t do that shit again.” You breathed.

“What? Almost die?” He joked, not even getting a smile as a response from you and something more like a angry scowl.

“Your ability to joke in a time like this is impeccable.” You grimace, pushing yourself off the floor and helping him up regardless. Missing the way he looked down at you, missing the soft happy smile he carried after managing to hear what you said a few moments before, when you were clueless as to if he were alive or not.

However his smile was short lived when Steve’s voice was heard through the ear pieces you both contained.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Without having the man wait, you turned your back to Poe to answer Steve, “yeah I am. Are you alright? Where are you?”

“By an opening, Tony and I stayed on the upper level. Where are you?”

You look around and again are clueless as to where you are, seeing water flood the floor and a red light lighten whatever was left of the hall. “I wouldn’t know. But I’ll find a way—” a sudden movement in the distance catches your eye, a low growl heard in the shadows shortly after in the same location.

That abrupt pause causing Steve to follow up on what you were going to say. “Y/N? What’s going on?”

Slowly and squinting your eyes to the unknown figures, you raise your hand to press the ear piece to answer, but when Artoo shone a flashlight in the given direction that’s where you saw it, the same aliens dogs from before. Only this time they were much more. All of them lurking your way.

“Shit. Go!” You bellow, feeling Poe take your hand and pull you the opposite way. Not being able to answer Steve and leaving him with just that.

As if you had instructed that same thing to the creatures, they too began to chase after you, their growling increasingly louder. Making you unholster your blaster and barely see the creature jump at you as you looked over your shoulder, it’s claws managing to scratch your shoulder before you shot it—Not like shooting one helped your situation though, more and more came, causing Poe and you to run faster, until a hall came to view. That giving you a rush of excitement that motivated you to run faster.

That excitement turning to relief when you ran into Clint; who was just as surprised and relieved to see other people in this mess—“Run ahead of me, go!” He urged, pulling out multiple arrows from behind him and shooting them to the walls. The arrows causing an explosion seconds after that made all five of you fly forward, hitting the platform with a loud and harsh thud.

A groan escapes your lips, the pain this caused adding to the pain from your fall and the scratch. Ultimately having no time to take a break as more creatures ran your way.

It wasn’t until you come across a dead end did you stop, noticing more red light shining from the opening on top. “Hold this.” Clint instructed as he handed you the gauntlet, “hold on to me and I’ll take you with me to the top.”

Your eyebrows knotted together, fully turning to Poe in slight panic, “what about you?”

Poe looked down to BB8 and shared a assuring smile, “it’s okay BB8’s got me. You go.”

“Now.” Clint stressed. You glance at Poe one last time before taking Clint’s hand, the panic felt in your heart not fading away. Even if you saw how ridiculous Poe looked coming up while hanging onto a rope that was connected to BB8. But maybe that worry, that panic was felt because you had to shoot the creatures down before they could pull you back down. Or maybe it was because of this new and unexpected fight. Whatever it was you couldn’t unfeel it, a small percent of it only being replaced by relief when you all managed to land on the intended platform.

But then again, like expected something ruined the relief. “Oh, hey,” you smiled upon seeing Nebula, handing her the gauntlet when she crouched down next to you.

“Father...l have the stones.”

At her comment you lift your head off the ground to shoot her a puzzled look, and a even more confused comment. “What?”—Nebula pressed her foot on your chest, a blaster quickly pulled to threaten you.

Before either man beside you could try anything, a voice was heard from the hallway, a women coming out shortly after. “Stop.”

Nebula pulled her boot off your chest and moved back, her blaster aimed at your head as the girl approached, a hint of betrayel detected on her voice when she spoke up. “You’re betraying us?”—your eyes slid to a panicked and confused Poe, his blaster half out and his hand out and ready to grab yours, but before he could, the sight of another Nebula shocked him—the correct Nebula?

Regardless, the attention that was once on you went to the Nebula that walked out, in that moment letting Poe pull you off the ground and towards him. Making Clint, Poe and you carefully watch the unevents unfold. Watching as Nebula shot her younger self, in that moment causing the gauntlet to clash onto the floor and letting Clint take it back before urging you all to leave.

“Time to go.”

——

Finally after what seemed to be hours of trying to find a way out of the damned place, light shone from a opening, loud commotion heard from the outside—

“Red leader. Come in Red leader.” At the sound of the familiar voice coming from within artoo, you instantly freeze, a surprised gasp escaping your lips and tears already pooling your eyes. “Red leader.”

You quickly turn on your heels to catch the comm Artoo shot you, a happy, emotional grin spread on your lips.

“Red leader, this is Red two reporting in. I repeat this is Red two.”

Letting out a shaky exhale you answer in a nervous yet excited manner, “Finn?”

“The one and only.”

You turn to Poe and show the happy grin on your lips. Said man smiling in return. Not only at the news, but at the way your eyes sparkled with so much happiness. It had been too long since he’s noticed that on you. It was something he was going to miss.

“Black leader, we’re here too. Your ship is ready to go.” Jessika announced through his comm, making said man break from his stupor and show a grin.

“Red leader, this is your favorite pilot, Red three. Back from...whatever the hell happened. You better hurry, the battle is currently on going. They need you.”

“Copy that, red three—” you groan remembering that your ship was parked out on a landing strip. One that was now mostly likely destroyed. Great. Because that ship didn’t take you years to modify. “I don’t have a fighter. You’ll have to fly without me.”

“Really? I don’t think that’s true.”

Without hesitation you spin around and face the familiar voice coming from the exit. Spotting no one other than Rey and Chewbacca—before either Poe or you could run to them, BB8 and Artoo shoved past you and rolled towards the two. Both droids beeping happily.

“Rey!” You exclaimed happily, taking no time to run up to her and wrap her in tight hug, an impact that almost made you fall over. “You’re here.” You mused, tears streaming down your cheeks, only pulling away seconds later because you had to.

“Has it really been five years?” Rey wondered in disbelief

Poe nodded as a response before wrapping her in a hug—you then turned to Chewie and embraced him tightly, the Wookiee not hesitating to return the embrace. The feeling of having him hug you after five years making you sob quietly.

Finally after years your family was complete. But and as much as you wanted to just stay attached to the Wookiee, the sight of new hundreds of people battling outside made you pull away.

“One more fight.” You assured them confidently.

“One more fight.” Poe repeated.

——

“Good to be back in the sky and even better to have my squadron back.” You grinned, the panic slowly returning as you noticed the destruction and enemies on the ground and sky alike.

“Oh, as much as I love receiving love, escpiecally from you Red leader, I am more worried about those big flying things coming at us.” Red four retorted.

You sigh as you see a multitude of Leviathans flying at you. “It’s okay we got this. We can circle it. Too much fire power will make it go down...Let’s show this earth people what we got.”

“Copy that, red leader. Let’s give them a show.” Red five commed in, followed by your squadron breaking the ‘V’ formation and circling the Leviathans, blasting it rapidly until you reached the tail and swiftly flipped over to do the same action.

“Five years, really?” Finn came in, offering a distraction while you kept busy on your intended targets. “All I remember is turning to dust and then nothing.”

“Same here.” Red six responded.

“Yeah it was tragedy,” you sighed while dodgeing blasts shot from the creatures. “Half of our galaxy vanished, while the other half didn’t.”

“You?”

“Yeah. Dameron and I have been down here for a long time. We tried to bring you all back before.” You smiled to yourself as a second creature went down, your smile remaining on your lips even after spotting another one.

“Dameron and you?” Finn teased, “wow, please tell us more.”

“Please.” Poe joined.

“I’ll tell you later Finn.”

Poe scoff was heard through the comms before he remarked, “Finn is not even back for a day and you’re already keeping secrets?”

“Precisely.” Your response received a couple of laughs from both squadrons, Artoos snide and unnessicary comments about your life causing a bigger commotion. “Artoo I can “accidentally” scrape your metal head along one of this creatures, don’t forget that.”

The droid answered with sass, something you rolled your eyes to before fully focusing on the Leviathans and did a spin trick to try and shoot the creature all by yourself. A action you needed to repeat while also hearing a different conversation coming from your ear piece.

“Cap! What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

Steve took a moment to answer, but ultimately doing so with heavy breaths, “Get those stones as far as way as possible!”

“No!” Hulk shouted, “we need to get them back where they came from.”

“No way to get em back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel.” Tony added.

“Hold on!” Scott interjected, “that wasn’t our only time machine.”

Right...the van.

“Anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” You heard Steve ask.

As if by some miracle you caught a glimpse of the brown van. The only bad thing was that it was surrounded by all different kinds of creatures. “Yes!” You exclaimed, “but you’re not going to like where it’s parked!”

Before you could hear the rest of the conversation, your eyes widened as you noticed another creature came flying with its mouth open directly towards you. “I’m going to need you to turn on those boosters and change the guns into rapid fire canons, Artoo...we’re going in.”

Without question, Artoo did as you asked, only getting frantic when you pushed forward, noticing the tip of your ship entering the creatures open mouth.

“What the hell are you doing y/n?” Poe spoke up abruptly. “Get out of there now!”

You inhaled deeply, tightening your grip around your toggle and pushing forward in a quick speed, pressing down your thumb on the guns button and ignoring the rest of Poe’s warnings. You didn’t even know if there was going to be an end to this creature, or if you were going to manage to make a big enough explosion. All you did was hope, and risk your life.

“We’re going to make it out of this thing.” You whispered to yourself, pressing down until the pad of your thumb hurt, briefly shutting your eyes to not see if this was going to end in a terrible outcome.

Was it? Did it end terrible?

Slowly opening one eye, you notice the same dim battle scene going on below, that sight making you open your other eye and a proud grin to tug at your lips. “Yes!” Only it didn’t last as suddenly blasts began to rain down from the main enemy ship. “Red Squadron, listen. Ignore the creatures for now and get to safety!”

“But”

You interrupt, red five, “No! I’m not losing anyone. Main mission now is to avoid being hit.”

“Copy that.” Finn reported in.

Swerving the blasts was harder than you thought, they just came and came without stop. It was unlike anything the first order ever had and you’ve ever faced. When you thought they were going to stop, they didn’t. Seeing it happen only made your nerves boost and your heart to hammer in your chest, not only for yourself but for the people you cared for down below and flying in the sky.

Just when you thought you were going to get out of it well, you saw a blast hit Poe’s ship. “Poe?!”

“It’s okay. I’m okay!” He assured you even if one of his wings was on fire. “I’ll be fine—”

Without being able to see his outcome or hear his response, you had to quickly swerve one more of those stupid creatures that had its ugly mouth open. Barely managing to tilt your fighter on its side as you flew past it. Coming back around to have your eyes already frantically searching for Poe’s ship.

When you finally found it, the ship violently exploded, making a loud cry escape your lips. “NO!” It felt like time had stopped, it felt unreal, like a dream—you wanted this to be one. “Poe....poe.” Your voice cracked, feeling that same fear as before when you found him unconscious under the rubble. Only this time it was more painful. This time it felt like you could hear and feel your heart break. You couldn’t manage to think of what the outcome was.

Your heart just couldn’t allow it.

“Come on, please. Please.” You beg.

“Y/N?”

“Rey?” You gasp, “please I’m begging you check the explosion.

“Y/N...”

“Please Rey.” The blasts that were once raining down stopped compeletly. Now fully focused on something or someone—Not like you really cared at the moment though. All you cared for was hoping Poe was alright.

If he was, you would stop denying it—Denying those feelings that didn’t let you think straight, that were much more powerful than just a simple crush (liking someone for more than five years is not a crush!)

Regardless you couldn’t, just couldn’t lose him.

“He’s alright!” Rey confirmed, making you and both squadrons sigh in relief. “BB8 and him are okay!”

Chewbacca came through the comm, confirming the same thing before you heard Poe’s voice follow shortly after; “just a couple scratches but I’m fine. I managed to eject in time.”

“You’re a horrible pilot.” You remark, wiping away your tears and letting anger quickly replace that fear and sadness you had just felt, “I hate you.”

“Sure.” Poe chuckled, leaving you to focus back on the threats in the sky, now having to instruct both squadrons by yourself. It seemed like an easy task but it wasn’t, their was too much going on. Had to watch as the red blasts coming from your ship tore through the leviathans and contrasted their blues blasts, barely avoiding as one tried to hit you dead on, in that falling right inbetween two.

Right as they were going to close in they both turned to dust. “What the hell?” When you lowered your fighter you saw that the creatures you were all fighting were doing the same too. Only meaning one thing—the realization bringing an exhausted yet happy smile to your face.

It was poetic justice.

The battle was finally done.....but it came at a heavy cost.

——

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.”

You gently loop your arm around Steve, pressing your hand on his back in some form of comfort for the loss of his friend...

“Maybe this time. I’m hoping you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited. I hope we get it back. And something like a normal version of the planet has been restored.”

Whatever was going to happen between Steve and you didn’t mean you couldn’t be there for him when he needed you. And even if he didn’t have to say it, you knew he needed someone; it was the way he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, the way he held on tightly like he didn’t want to let go. It was a simple yet meaningful gesture...

“If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone. Let alone to this extent, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, who knew?”

And perhaps you didn’t know Tony for long, or really at all, but he helped, he helped bring your family back, helped defeat the army against you. He saved the universe...

“That epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play and for better or worse that’s the reality Morgan’s gonna have to find a way to grow up in.”

He sacrificed himself for his daughter, for his friends, strangers, and the whole galaxy. Even if he was going to be unknown to some he wasn’t going to unknown to you. And neither was Natasha. They both saved everyone. Both made sacrifices that cost them their life. For that you were always going to be grateful. Everyone was...

“So, I thought I’d better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death. On my part. I mean not that death at anytime isn’t untimely. This time travel thing we’re going to try and pull off tomorrow it’s got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That’s the thing. Then again that’s hero gig, right?”

That’s why you were standing with Steve on the dock. Watching as his wife and daughter expressed their grief and last goodbye. Because Tony was always going to remembered by you...

“Part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? everyhthing is going to workout exactly the way it’s supposed to. I love you three thousand.”

However small his role was in your life, he was going to be remembered, just like Natasha was. Always.

“You guys not coming in? Theirs some good earth food here I think you’ll like.” You mentioned to Finn as you walked towards him.

Finn smiled at your offer, but shook his head, his smile slowly fading away at what he needed to say. “No we’re fine, Poe wants to leave already, he wanted me to give you—”

“What?” You questioned with a soft gasp, ignoring the wrinkled letter Finn was trying to give you. “You guys are leaving?”

“Poe wants to. I told him to wait for you, but he said he couldn’t.” Finn tried to explain.

You swallowed back thickly, blinking to catch the man you were talking about look away as you caught him staring—you wanted to be angry at him for choosing to leave, for not having the balls to say goodbye in person, but the truth was you weren’t mad at him or his choices. You were mad at yourself for choosing to leave in a time like this. For choosing to leave Steve in a time like this.

“So I guess this a goodbye—”

“Just,” You interrupt again, exhaling deeply and already feeling pity for what you were going to do (you were going to do it. But not today.) “wait, okay?”

Finn nodded apprehensively, looking back at Poe who “wasn’t” watching and then back at you, noticing that you were already half way towards the cabin. A new and singular mission in mind. Steve.

It had taken you some time to find said man, but once you did you found him looking out at the lake, seeming to be deeply contemplating something. It took a minute for you to fully walk up to him and for him to notice you were close by. But when he did he showed a sad smile. Make this much harder.

“How are you doing?” Steve queried.

You put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and nod, “my family is back, so I’m feeling happy, but I can’t get losing Natasha out of my head.”

“Yeah...” he paused, his eyes getting watery but showing a smile nonethless, “she would want you to be happy though. I want you to be happy.”

That simple and innocent comment made your smile from before fall compeletly. It’s like he knew what you were trying to get at without having to hear it.

“Steve...” you begin quietly, your eyes focusing on the grass under your feet before focusing on him again. “I love you. You know that. You’re special to me in more ways than one. You helped me move on, helped me grow and look at this world in a different way.” Tears roll down your cheeks, but you continue, have to continue. “You helped me forget and made me happy and feel loved...but I know that we are both not fully here. As much as I hate to admit it.”

Steve nods and places his hand in his pocket, “yeah.”

“Lately something has changed between us. I know you feel it and see it.” You continue, catching some eavesdroppers behind Steve. People who were pretending not to overhear. “It’s been four great years, but I think it’s time to end it here. I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve wasted your time, but know that I did love you and always will...it’s just our hearts are both with someone else.”

“I loved you too, you’ll always have a special place in my heart.” He smiled, “thank you for showing me how to move on, that their was much more to life than the past or fighting. I’ll always remember you.” Steve moves forward and wraps you in a tight hug, one easily returned by wrapping your arms around his neck. A warm smile that reached your eyes present on your lips. “Be happy y/n. I love you.”

You gently move back and press a kiss on his cheek, keeping your hand on his cheek a moment longer. “I love you.” Showing him one last smile you pull away, the both of you holding onto eachothers lingering gaze for another moment before you turned away for the last time and headed towards Finn with a happy grin.

As Finn noticed you walking back he couldn’t help his own smile, letting you wrap your arm around his shoulder and lean your head on his shoulder as you walked towards the Falcon; “Let’s go home.”

——

Home. Finally home.

Even if Coruscant wasn’t really your home, it felt nice to return to your own galaxy after years of being gone. It felt nice to be in a more diverse galaxy, felt nice to have your squadron back, it felt even greater to have your family back....and even if it was a little bit embarrassing to admit, you were happy you kept your title as General (if only because of what you did to help bring everyone back)

Regardless you couldn’t be happier to be home with the people you loved.

“We did it, huh?”

Looking over your shoulder you see Poe walking towards you, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll say, we literally traveled through time.” You grinned, watching as he came to stand in front of you, discreetly admiring the way the beautiful colors of the fireworks that lit up outside basked part of his face. “Do you still have it?”

Poe lifted his sleeves shirt to show the braclet that you wore to do said time traveling. “Of course I have it, it will be a hell of story to tell the kids.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, out of sudden feeling shy to continue speaking to him.

“I’m surprised you came home.” Poe continued once he noticed you go quiet.

“My family is back,” You scoffed. “Of course I was going to come home. I wasn’t going to stay there.”

“Really? You weren’t going to say with...Steve?” He responded with an obvious jealous tone at the mention of Steve’s name.

“Lately I began to realize something. And the days before the battle and that day most importantly I confirmed it...” You look to the floor and hide the fact of how warm your cheeks felt now, “I...” You exhale deeply and look up to meet his gaze. “The other day when we were in that battle, the both times I thought you died, I was scared shitless. More than I’ve ever been in my entire life. It wasn’t just because you’re my bestfriend or the fact that I would have lost the first person I’ve met that changed my life, but because I would have lost the man I have been in love with since the first day we met.”

Poe swallowed thickly, tears of his own prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“And I understand if you want nothing to do with me after those five years, but—”

“Did you even read my letter?” Poe interrupted.

“You mean the letter I so rudely threw at you?” You chuckled.

“That one.”

You smile wider and you both take a step closer to each other, both your hearts beating wildly and admiring each other like if nothing else existed in this room.

“I love you y/n. I always have and I always will.” Poe continued, a hand reaching to cup your cheek and gently caress it.

“You have to understand though,” you interject as you grab his hand that was on your cheek to gently stroke his knuckles. “I just got out of a four year relationship....I know Steve isn’t here, but I want to respect what we had...I hope you understand.”

Poe grins, leaning in closer to the point your noses touched. “Baby, I’ve been waiting years to be with you, what’s a couple more months.” He pulled away and removed the silver chain around his neck to later place it around you. “Just so everyone knows though.”

You leaned in and smiled, cupping both of his cheeks to press a kiss on his lips. But before you could the door flew open and multiple people were heard coming in, someone gasping to themselves.

“What? When did this happen?” Finn questioned with his eyebrows heavily knotted, “you guys hated each other.”

Poe turned to face his friend and his very untimely interruption. “It’s been five years.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Right.”

You moved away from Poe and walked towards Finn, falling with him onto the couch. “A lot has happened through those years, buddy.”

“Yeah, beside you two looking older.”

Rey held back her chuckle and pretended to sound hurt for you both. “Finn, you can’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Poe’s shoulder after he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “We can begin to tell you what happened, if you guys want.”

Chewbacca growled in agreement to your suggestion, making your grin return.

“Fine.” Finn shrugged, a perplexed look painted on his features as he pointed to Poe and you. “This still feels weird though.”

You scoff, but your smile remains, “oh, just shut up and listen to the story.”

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A/N- Epilogue??

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[write4tomorrow]

Husband and Wife (Part 2)

Word Count: 2562

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: About a year after The Rise of Skywalker, peace in the galaxy is fragile. The Resistance is faced with new diplomatic problems as they try to maintain the peace. Trade routes are especially tricky and has forced Y/N to test her abilities as a negotiator. Due to tirelessly, negotiating with different planets and systems, Y/N has become the new face of peace and hope. Does this make General Poe Dameron jealous? 

Genre: Adventure / Fluff / Angst

Part 1      Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Epilogue (Complete)

Nix Altross needed more time. The Rebellion needed peace to prevail. You needed this trade deal to go well. Yet, nothing seemed to be going your way. The brief meeting with the farmers on Coruscant revealed that they already made up their minds: they were not interested in trading with other systems. 

“They were ready to sign a deal,” General Dameron was furious, “why are they suddenly uninterested?” He was pacing in the small rooms where you two would be spending the night. It had a small square dining area and a large window that looked over the city. You sat at the table, rubbing a small piece of paper between your gloved fingers. Distractedly, you watched General Dameron talk. He paced between his small bedroom and the shared living space and you were thankful that Connix had found a space that had separate sleeping quarters. On either end of the living space were the two small bedrooms, one for you to the right and one for the General to the left. BB8 came whirling out of General Dameron’s room. 

“I know!” General Dameron kicked the chair opposite you. BB8 rolled back defensively which did not go unnoticed by the General. He crouched down and gave his droid an apologetic pat. You knew the fury hadn’t left him. You could see that he was beginning to channel it elsewhere - a feeling you knew too well. 

“What do you have to say about all this?” General Dameron sat down on the floor next to his droid. For the first time since the meeting, he talked to you instead of at you. “You haven’t spoken since the meeting,” he said slowly. He was starting to realize that you the beginnings of a plan forming in your mind. 

“Read this,” you handed the slip of paper to the General, glad that he seemed more rational now. You watched him read the note and noticed every twitch in his brow and the way his mouth creased at the corners. 

“Where did you get this?” Poe read and reread the note. One of the farmers, the unofficial spokesperson for the group, had slipped you the note when he shook your hand goodbye. He was apologetic, but insisted that there be no more meetings. However, he palmed you the note and gave you a hopeful wink as he departed. Even with the gesture, you could sense the fear in the group. There was something wrong here. 

“The farmer gave it to me when he shook my hand,” you explained, “we should go.” The note was a brief apology and a location for a meeting place. The rendezvous was set for a few hours from now. 

“I’ll get my blaster and we’ll-” The General ready for action, almost itching for it. You silenced him with a wave of your hand. You were ready to do something too, but you knew what happened to people who rushed into things. This needed to be thought out. 

“We need to inform the Generals about what happened. At the very least, Nix needs to know that he doesn’t have much time to broker a deal with the outer rim bounty hunters.” You watch as General Dameron nods and pulls out his com. You do the same and the two of you set them flat against the table, sitting opposite of one another. 

Small, blue holograms of each of the generals flickered to life as they each picked up the signal. You noticed that Nix was the last to answer, but first to speak.

“I guess you’re not calling with good news,” Nix’s voice crackled over the com speaker. General Dameron shook his head.

“The farmers are refusing to negotiate. They gave y/n a note, though-” Dameron explained. He held up the note so everyone could read it. Nix became eerily still. 

“They’re scared of something,” you said after a moment, “we need to go to this meeting, but we cannot go as General Dameron and Y/F/N Y/L/N of the Resistance. We would draw too much attention with the extra security and off world clothes. We need to go undercover.” You kept your eyes on Nix, but you could tell General Dameron was watching you. 

“Y/N is right,” General Calrissian agreed, “I have a contact on Coruscant that can get you some clothes. Maybe this meeting can buy you some time for Altross. I don’t like that you have to go to this meeting with no security detail. You’ll have nothing but each other to watch your backs.”

“We’ll be find.” You and General Dameron say in unison. Nix almost flinched at that. 

“You two need to think of a cover,” Connix explained. Again, you and Dameron speak at once.

“Husband and Wife,” General Dameron says with a smile.

“Siblings.” You demand at the same time. Finn lets out a small laugh as your cheeks become warm. 

“I’m no spy,” Finn continues, “but when I was with the First Order, I know that intelligence considered people by themselves to be the most dangerous. People in pairs were also very suspicious unless, they were a couple. Especially a couple with children.” 

“Husband and wife, then!” General Dameron says all too happily. You knew that couples were less suspicious than siblings but you were hoping to avoid stepping into that role. 

“They have no kids.” Nix seemed just as opposed to the idea as you felt. Still, you knew that this job required stealth and caution and your comfort level wasn’t going to get in the way of security. 

“I’m going to be his very pregnant wife,” you say with a sigh. A mischievous twinkle glistens in Dameron’s eye and both Connix and Finn laugh at the thought you pregnant with Dameron’s child. Even Calrissian seemed to be amused by the idea. The only face on the coms that was not amused was Nix. His usually charming smile was as cold as ice and his glare was for you alone. 

“It’s settled then,” General Calrissian said, “I’ll have things delivered to you shortly.” All of the generals hung up their coms with a quick word of good luck. Nix was the last to hang up and spoke to General Dameron before leaving.

“You take care of her,” Nix nearly growled. You were about to interject but General Dameron nodded, respectfully.

“She’s in great hands, Altross. BB8 won’t let anything happen to her,” General Dameron hung up before Nix could say anything else. The General turned his attention to you. 

“Well, dear wife,” The General asked slowly, “what is the name of our first born?” You swatted at him and tried to hide your flustered smile. 

The next few hours were spent alone in your room. After hashing out some small details of your cover with the General, you decided to try napping. Really, you just wanted to be alone. Your com kept buzzing with messages from Nix. You ignored all of them but you felt guilty that Nix was worried about you. Instead of answering his messages, you turn on the tracking option on your com. This way, Nix will be able to see where you are and will know that you aren’t in trouble. It wasn’t as good as answering his messages but you decided to just lie down until you had to leave for the meeting. 

The only time you were disturbed was when the clothes arrived. They were simple farmers clothes. You wore a loose maternity dress and found that your outfit came complete with a swollen, stuffed belly. Wearing it, you felt ridiculous. As you tried waddling around the room, you made yourself smile. Even the General couldn’t hide his grin when he first saw you. 

“You’re leaving the gloves on?” Dameron asked as he strapped his blaster discreetly under his shirt. You had two strapped to either thigh and felt a little more secure. 

“Just the one blaster?” You chided. Dameron looked you over, as if searching for where you might hide your own weapons. 

“You think we’ll run into trouble, my dear?” Dameron asked. He was far too ready to play husband and wife. You wondered why he might be so comfortable with the role. 

“I have some informants on Coruscant,” you explained as you took a seat. The false belly was heavier than you expected. “There have been whispers the new weapons that are developed on this planet. There are corners of this galaxy that are weaponizing faster than the Resistance realizes. Just the other day Nix was telling me about an interrogation technique that involved making the victim believe they were losing their five senses. It’s incredibly painful to experience but leaves no scars behind. There is also a new machine that can erase someone’s memory. It’s also incredibly painful and slow. Most test subjects that live through it have some form of brain damage for the rest of their life. There is also-”

“I get it,” Dameron cuts you off, “I’ll go grab another blaster.” When he comes back he hands a scarf to you. 

“Thanks to all the negotiating you’ve been doing, your face is one of the most recognizable in the galaxy,” Dameron explains before you can ask, “wear this around the bottom half of your face and try to avoid eye contact with people.” Was he really giving you lessons on how to blend in? You are one of the best spies in the galaxy. Still, he takes the scarf and begins to tie it around you. His chest is almost touching your back and you can smell him as he moves behind you. Like the sound of his voice, Dameron smells warm. It makes you think of honey and pine and somewhere safe. Lost in the smell, you lean back into him. He paused for a moment. 

“Tired, y/n?” Dameron moved around to face you. He seems concerned and you were glad that he could not see your blush under the scarf. 

“I’m ready,” you answered simply. Dameron took your arm and began to escort you to the door. BB8 followed the two of you out with a strange chirp that maked Dameron smile. 

 Walking through the lower markets of Coruscant with Dameron wasn’t as taxing as you thought it would be. He was actually very charming. Along the way, he kept his arm intertwined with yours and pointed to different types of spice and local goods. He seemed to know everything about everything. Dameron even made up stories for some of the vendors as you walked past. 

“He’s actually a secret prince from two plannets over who was banished by his sister,” Dameron said as he pointed to an elderly vendor. 

“Why was he banished?” You had to speak louder than usual to be heard through the scarf and over the ruckus of the market. Still, you enjoyed playing along in Dameron’s game. 

“You can’t tell? He slept with his sister’s husband. It’s written all over his face!” You laugh and cling to Dameron a little tighter. He had managed to wring more laughter from your lips in the past hour than anyone had in the past few months. His laughter seemed to come easily too. He laughed when you laughed and, in some instances, seemed to laugh only because he had made you laugh. Being with Dameron was easy and you suddenly found that you were thankful that he was here with you. However, you had to keep reminding yourself that you were in the middle of your job; you couldn’t be too comfortable. 

“I’ve heard rumors about your gloves,” Dameron finally says slowly, “I hear you keep every secret you’ve ever stolen in those gloves.” You smile and hope that he didn’t notice your hands tense around his arm.

“That’s ridiculous, Poe,” you keep your eyes forward. 

“Just a style choice, then?” Dameron asked, but you knew he didn’t believe that. You glanced up at him and saw the gentle curiosity in his expression. Something about this General was welcoming. The little voice in your ear kept telling you, trust this one. 

“I’m not the best spy in the galaxy because I’ve never been caught,” you begin to explain, “during the war, the First Order found me. I was kept for weeks in captivity. At first, there was no physical torture. They kept me in a room that overloaded my senses: bright lights, loud and erratic noises, almost no food and freezing temperature. Then, when it was convenient for him, Kylo Ren came to interrogate me himself. With his lightsaber,” you gingerly slip one of your gloves off to reveal your hand, “Ren carved my arm until it was almost unusable. What good is a spy if they cannot pick pockets or write down secrets?” General Dameron took your exposed, scarred arm in his and stared at it. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking for words. 

“I was rescued,” you continued, “I gave up the name of an empty base which distracted Ren enough to leave me alone. The Resistance came for me. I spent months trying to relearn how to use my hands. I still cannot write like I used to. Because of this, I rely on my memory and what I hear. For the most part I’ve put the incident behind me, I’ve even forgiven Ben. I heard about his stand against Palpatine. I just… I can’t stand the sight of my arms.” You were surprised by how your voice sounded by the end of your explanation. It was soft and fragile, not the voice of a skilled negotiator or a confidant diplomat. You were even more surprised when Dameron brought your hand to his lips and silently slid your glove back on. 

“Will you wait right here for a minute?” Dameron asked with a small grin. Without waiting for you to answer he said, “There’s a small vendor we past that has the best molten cakes. I’m going to get a couple for us later.” You watched as Dameron quickly went back the way you came. His dark head of curly hair seemed to weave and bob elegantly through the crowd, it was entrancing. So much so, you didn’t notice the shadows moving behind you. 

“I’ve never heard that story before,” you turn around to find Nix standing in the shadows. He gives you a grin but the usual charm is replaced by a wolfish quality that leaves you unnerved. 

“You’re here,” you stammer, “did things on the outer rim…” you trail off as Nix levels a small blaster at your chest. He seems almost apologetic when you look back up at him... almost. He weaves his arm through yours like Dameron had done just moments ago. Only this time, you found no comfort from the touch. You didn’t understand and you looked over your shoulder for Dameron. Where was he?

Nix tisked as he began to pull you away from the crowded street. He lead you into a dark alley with the blaster tucked against your ribs. Neither of you said a word. Suddenly, Nix pushed you in front of him. 

“Don’t worry, hon,” Nix said with a sympathetic look, “It’s just set to stun.” 

As Nix pulled the trigger, the last thing you thought you heard was Dameron’s voice calling for you from somewhere far, far away.

Part 3

A/N: Part two, done! Thank you for reading part two!! This project has obviously turned into a chapter story and I am so excited to get the next three chapters out. Please let me know what you think!

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[shadowversejc]

THE DESTINY OF SKYWALKER: The Rise of Skywalker Ending Reimagined

CHAPTER 3: THE DESTINY OF SKYWALKER

EXEGOL

On his knees, cradling a fading Rey in his arms, Ben Solo was perfectly motionless. His eyes were closed, his demeanor as far from Kylo Ren as one side of the galaxy is from the other. This was the moment of truth. If she did not survive, he would simply kill himself. There was no other reason to live. The New Republic would despise him and likely execute him for all the evils he committed—all the destruction and death he had caused.

His hand still clamped over her wound, he shifted once more and hugged her again. He finally had someone to hold onto. The mist and ashes of the environment wept with him as the booms and explosions of falling ships enclosed Rey and Ben. It was as if a dam had been broken. He simply couldn't hold back the torrents of tears anymore as he cried into her shoulder. What if it was all a nightmare? A long, brutal nightmare? What if he wakes up back in Luke's Jedi Temple, and all of this was a neat trick his brain pulled to entertain him? Perhaps he had read about his grandfather's dark side too much. He possessed that tendency to want to be anyone other than what his parents wanted.

The emotion he expelled created a stronger connection to the Force than he ever could have imagined. He felt a strange stretching sensation where the mortal gash lay.

Before he had enough time to question this, Rey twitched once. He didn't move a muscle. All sorts of fears rampaged through his mind. But he took the brute force of each. He was used to it, anyway.

As the two were well-nigh wrapped around each other, she jittered again. Without warning, life began to stir. Hands and fingers stretched around his rib cage and gripped tightly.

There was a cough. Another. At this point, Ben couldn't give a damn. He eased out of the embrace, his blood pressure spiking.

"Rey...?" he asked, almost stuttering over himself. He steadied her neck with his hand.

She seemed delirious and spaced out. Half-shut, her eyes rolled back and forth. "Is this...real?" she asked.

He huffed a laugh but tried with every pound of his leftover emotional being to maintain composure. "I'm not sure."

Her head rotated in his palm. "Where is everyone? What—What happened?"

What didn't happen? he thought.

"We won."

"We?" she groaned. "Who are you?" The question speared his very soul. As quickly as it had left Rey's lips, her eyes widened as if infused with life. "Ben?"

He nodded his head ever so slightly and gulped. She remembered his name—the name he spent most of his life running from. That's a win, right?

She gazed into his eyes like how he literally always did. There was something more this time. She didn't see fear, pain, and confusion swirling within them.

The sky began to clear, the darkness of the Sith dissipating. The parent star of Exegol rose behind Ben's head, its heavenly rays spreading outward behind the messy mop of hair. It was as if the Force spoke to Rey through the angelic portrait before her. The light was rising on the Skywalker family. The night scurried away, darkness forever out of reach. Well, at least for the foreseeable future.

She leaned forward and began to close the distance. Taking it all in, she brushed her fingers over his face to make sure he was physical. He smiled, one hand crawling around her waist. His eyes were like green lights. The fire in her stomach wouldn't be quenched, so she gave in.

Without a second thought, Rey attacked his lips. She was sick of waiting. And to be honest, he was too.

But he didn't retaliate. It was a beautiful feeling. Time stopped, the noises above muted just for this one moment. For Ben, it was a long time coming. It felt like destiny. Like the Force had willed this thing from the beginning. And who could fight that?

She seemed to pour every last drop of affection into the kiss, lasting several seconds as he matched her intensity. He maintained control, though. He wouldn't let the chaos of his emotions control him anymore. That died with Kylo Ren.

Neither wanted to pull away, but after everything they'd been through, dying from a lack of oxygen would be the worst ending ever. Plus, there'd be time for more.

When she did, Rey smiled. Happiness oozed out of her in a way she never felt. It was wonderful.

Ben swore he never saw such a toothy smile. But it was a full blown smile—the first in a long line. Hers forced him to match it.

In all her encounters with Kylo, she never imagined he'd boast such a heartwarming expression. Well, she kind of did. But not like this. His smile made her tingle all over. It was ridiculous.

"Be with me," Ben finally said, his voice full of tremors. He paused, much like how he did when lent her his hand in Snoke's Throne Room. "Please."

"Well, I must be the worst master in the history of the Jedi," a voice said. Rey jumped to a standing position, which shoved Ben off-balance and onto the ground. "It looks like you fell for the pair of pretty eyes. You know, my life was doing pretty well until I got you two students. Doing everything opposite I taught you."

Rey giggled. "Master Skywalker?" she asked. "Is it you?"

The blue-haloed figure smiled. "Yes, Rey."

Ben coughed a laugh and stood up, his long-sleeved shirt sopping wet. "Luke."

"Hello, Ben."

The fact the Luke Skywalker now talked and moved in front of him didn't haunt him as it once did. He was almost...glad.

"I'm sorry," Ben said. "I'm sorry. F-For everything."

"It was all me, nephew," Luke said, waving him off. "But the Force will always have its way, just as it had its way with my destiny." He approached Ben, who took a step back. He wasn't used to this. "I never realized you were destined for such great things. That's how I failed you. You can't hold back the Cosmic Force. My fear is the reason for all this." He turned to Rey. "But overcoming fear is the destiny of a Jedi."

Gulping once more, Ben nodded but said nothing.

"Looks like I was right after all," Rey said, winking at Luke. "There was good in him."

Luke nodded and pursed his lips. "I am what you grow beyond. I didn't trust you. I didn't trust in the Force. And to be honest, I didn’t trust myself either."

Out of nowhere, there was a blinding pulse of light. A shadow appeared to walk to them as its brightness faded.

"It wouldn't be the first time, my son," the figure called. It was Anakin Skywalker. He looked...older. Wrinkles and a long gray beard.

"It appears you fulfilled the prophecy, father," Luke replied.

Anakin stepped next to his son, his robes flowing in the cooling breeze. "The fight is now over. Balance has been restored."

Ben and Rey both stared. He had saved them. The grandson of Anakin Skywalker couldn't believe his eyes. This was the man he worshiped?

"Grandfather?" he asked.

"Ben Solo," Anakin answered. "I really hated it that you kept Vader's helmet. But the past is the past—let it die, remember?"

He shook profusely. "I looked up to you...for so long. Why did you not intervene? Why did you let me become who I was?"

Anakin looked him straight in the eyes, as if peering into his very soul. "Unlike my son here, I knew what the Force desired. What it sets into motion, no man, no Sith, no Jedi can stop. It rules all, decides all, is all. That is why, my grandson."

"And Palpatine?" Rey asked.

He grinned. "I couldn't have beaten him without you, Rey. I know the Skywalker lineage is safe with you." She blushed, but he continued. "Come here, Ben. Walk with Luke and I."

ONE HOUR LATER

Rey ran through the vast fleet of ships that landed on the surface of Exegol. When she found Poe and Finn, she ran to them like a bat out of Hell.

"Rey!" Finn shouted. BB8 rolled over behind Poe, who almost tripped over the excited droid.

"Poe! Finn!" They embraced each other, Finn almost tackling Rey to the ground.

"You are a difficult woman," Poe joked.

"I know," she replied. They remained in the three-sided hug for around a minute, savoring the feeling. They had won. The galaxy rose up, thanks to the spectacular work of Lando and Chewie. The Sith Fleet, the First Order, the Final Order—whatever stupid name the Emperor dubbed it—had been annihilated by the sheer will of people.

Their foreheads nearly touching, Rey said, "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" Poe asked.

She gulped. "I—"

"Rey!" a voice called out. Finn recognized it immediately, as did Poe.

They all turned to see Ben Solo waiting on the smooth, trap door steps of the Millennium Falcon.

Poe began to advance with anger, as did Finn. "What the hell is he doing here?!" Poe cried.

"No, wait, stop!" Rey commanded. She scurried around them to block their path. "It is all right. That is Ben Solo."

"Well around here, he's known as Kylo Ren," Poe retorted, glaring his way. He was surprised to find that Ben did not scowl back. He just looked to the ground.

"I'm going away for a little while, my friends," Rey stated.

"With him?!" Finn retorted. His jaw dropped to the floor.

She nodded.

"I'm going away. It is the will of the Force. He's changed. We're about to start anew. This is the destiny of the Skywalkers."

Finn calmed down a bit while Poe locked onto Ben's form, which walked back into his father's ship.

His expression deep in seriousness, Finn gave Rey a long and hard look. "Do you trust him?"

She nodded again. "With my life."

"Where will you be going?" Poe questioned, furrowing his brow.

"Nowhere too far to come back," Rey answered. "We will see each other again. I promise."

She hugged them both and walked away, not looking back. Stunned, they followed her figure until it disappeared inside the Falcon.

As the celebration kicked off across the tens of thousands of light-years of space, Han Solo's prized ship, the champion of the Kessel Run, ignited its engines. The blue glow pushed the ship up and away with a ground-shaking boom.

Once outside Exegol's gravitational grasp, Rey turned to Ben, who looked out at the ocean of stars and the expanse of the universe. He never found time to notice its beauty until now.

"What did Anakin and Luke tell you?"

Ben stayed quiet, then smiled. He looked to her. "I'll tell you...one day. I promise." He gazed with those irresistible, hungry eyes. "For now, just be with me."

He reached out his hand. She reciprocated, her fingers dwarfed by his own.

"Where will we go?" Rey asked, smiling like an idiot.

"Wherever you feel. Do what you have done all this time, Rey. You trusted me. So now, trust in the Force."

Their hands interlocked, Rey and Ben pressed the buttons to jump into hyperspace. The stars stretched infinitely as light burst into the cockpit. And for the first time, he didn't have any idea where he was going, and neither did she. A new destiny burned bright on their horizon. At long last, the destiny of the Skywalker lineage was trusted to the Force.

As the ship made the jump, Ben heard a voice whisper to him. He didn't recognize it, but something felt so right about it. Its words were straightforward and uncomplicated, and sounded just as the ship blasted forward and into the wide-open expanse of space.

My namesake, the Force will be with you. Always.

***

Well, that's it everyone! May the Force be with YOU!

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