#poe dameron x gender neutral reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

omg i really really love your blog<3 you are such a sweet person and so kind to all your followers and others on here and your writing is absolutely amazing!

i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something for poe dameron? a hurt comfort because in your rules you said you wouldn't accept full angst which honestly is so real of you and i completely agree :D its just, ive read so many fics where poe's best friend or squadron member is either in love with him or fwb with him and he starts dating someone and they look rlly in love but then he leaves the person for the best friend and i cant help but always wonder how the person he left is feeling! and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of this but he doesnt leave the reader and hes not really in love with his best friend or anything im so sorry this became really long but you can totally ignore this or say you cant do it its absolutely alright!<33

thank you sm though and i hope you have a good day!

Anon, thank you so much for such lovely and kind words! You are AMAZING! (Seriously, they have absolutely made my day/week/year!)

This ask has killed me (positive), my subconsciousness had a lot to say, it seems.

Tangerine, Tangerine

Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Rating: M Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: angst (but with a happy ending), thoughts that a partner is cheating, blood, x-wing fight, swearing (not star wars swearing, because even though Kriff is great, I need to say fuck), Moonbeam as a nickname, typos, rail road sentences, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 4494

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It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 

You’d misunderstood, you’d read the situation wrong, you’d seen incorrectly. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 

Your radio crackled, “Green Leader, checking in. We’re manoeuvring in 5. Call out.”

“Green Two check.”

“Green Three check.” 

 It was just a kiss. 

“Green Four check.” 

 It was just a-

“Green Five check.” 

Just a-

“Green Six check.” 

Just-

“Green Seven,” you swallow. “Check.” 

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

You patted your helmet twice and rolled your neck, breathing deeply as you settled in. On your left, you could see some of Blue Squadron. 

This mission was straightforward - on a holopad. 

Two teams to escort The Harbringer, the resistance supply ship. It had been damaged by a rogue blast from a tie fighter just as it jumped to hyperspace and had had to make an emergency landing on one of Tre’Ral’s desert moons. 

The crew on board had managed to fix all they could. But without proper materials, there was little chance of the ship making it out of the moon’s thick atmosphere and entering hyperspace. So Blue and Green Squadrons had been dispatched. Blue 1-4 had already made contact, jump-starting The Harbringer enough to get it airborne. 

Due to Tre’Ral’s sun and planet density, the gravity on the moons was a little stronger than most world’s atmospheric pressure. 

Green Leader, Sena, had repeated through briefing at how this would affect flying. How to be ready for it. And she hadn’t been wrong, it was different flying here. Tougher. And you loved it.

You’d grown up on Para, a planet with a high gravity density. You’d learnt to fly there well before you’d flown in space. Being here on this desolate moon almost felt like home. Your movements seemed smoother, precise. No longer needing to overcorrect for your naturally ingrained harsh movements. No longer spinning out and fighting low gravity, finally working with the tide. 

The manoeuvre would see the ships escort The Harbringer out of the moon’s atmosphere and then the rest of Blue squadron would form a sort of 3D star formation around the cargo ship. All jumping to hyperspace at the same time to carry it along with them. 

Simple. 

In theory. 

Everyone had spoken about how practically textbook it was, how easy. 

But then, of course, why was Green Squadron going? 

No one at the briefing had asked, why would they when the answer was so obvious. This part of the quadrant was teething with First Order. With a slow, busted supply ship you were all practically screaming for them to come and play target practice. 

You swallow. 

You should be focusing on that, on the mission. Instead of the utter nonsense that was ricocheting around your head and piercing your heart. 

I hadn’t just been a kiss. 

You and Poe had gotten together clumsily, three months ago, your normal awkwardness drowned out by so much Polanis Red that you almost couldn’t see straight. It had been after the battle of Hurthwen, a nasty dogfight that had everyone hyped up on adrenaline. 

He had been drunk when he kissed you, you remembered that. 

Maybe he had thought… maybe he had believed he was kissing her instead. 

It made a lot more sense. 

Sena was the Green Leader, she was a great pilot. One to be reckoned with. She was kind, she was fun, she was beautiful. She and Poe had joined the resistance together, risen the ranks together. Basically inseparable. Always laughing and joking. She had been in the same squad as Poe, under his command before she was promoted to leading one of her own. 

They had always been close. Always. Best friends. 

Sickness bubbled in your throat. 

You remembered Frizz and Hank talking offhandedly, well before you and Poe were a thing. Both of them sure that Sana and Poe were dating or ‘knocking boots’ as Frizz had so elegantly put it. 

“Two people can just be friends, you know.” You’d said, trying to hide your little crush on the commander. 

“Yeah,” Frizz laughed, “But not them. You seen them together?” 

Hank chortled. 

Nonsense. You’d brushed it off then. Allowed it to creep into your thoughts when it was dark and the base was quiet. When Poe’s breathing was soft and light behind you, his arm around your waist. 

Him and Sana just made a lot more sense than him and you. 

“Yeah, but not them. You seen them together?” 

Yeah. Now you had. 

The Harbringer came into view over the horizon. The seemingly endless stretch of desert was cut through in the distance by a fearsome outcrop of crocks, leading up into a field of formidable mountains. 

Blue 1-4 were already hooked up to the cargo ship, all five hoovering moving together as they flew towards you to meet. 

You wouldn’t have said things were difficult with you and Poe. Well, you wouldn’t have said that before. It was complicated for everyone on the base, most staff were on different call schedules, off-world or on a mission at all times. Having a relationship wasn’t straightforward. There were stretches where you wouldn’t even be on the same planet for days, but…

But you had thought it was…

It didn’t matter. 

You’d gone back to the briefing room, just before take off. You’d wanted to tap the main holoscreen twice, for luck. A little ritual you’d adopted early on. Most pilots were a superstitious bunch. 

That’s when you’d seen them. Sana and Poe. Locked in a tight embrace, their lips pressed together in a deep kiss. 

Your heartbeat had thundered so loud you’d been surprised they hadn’t heard it. But they’d been too preoccupied to notice your presence. 

It was cliche but time had almost slowed, calmed and stretched like the moment you take aim, the second before you fired your ship's canons. 

A flash of the control panel had flickered into your mind when you saw them, your fingers twitching as if you had the trigger in your hands. 

You’d turned and left without a sound. Without a word. Without letting them know you saw. Leaving them to… whatever they did next. 

Was it their first kiss? One of many? Had this been going on well before Poe had taken your hand and led you outside so he could clumsily name all the constellations, making up new ones and backstories to make you smile?

“That one here, you see it?” 

“Yeah?” 

“That one’s the best one, best in the sky. It’s orange and it’s right next to that other orange one, like they’re holding hands.”

You’d laughed. 

“That’s me and you Moonbeam.” 

Moonbeam. That stupid nickname. 

You’d gone to your room quickly, the one that you and Poe shared, and taken off the necklace he’d given you. 

“I want you to wear it for luck, Moonbeam.” 

That stupid smile he’d given you as he’d slipped it from his own neck and onto yours. That stupid kiss he’d given you after. You’d thought that expression was cute when you’d seen it, pure. Now it just seemed like he’d been laughing at you, playing some sick joke. ‘How long can I string someone along?’, ‘how far can I go before they realise it’s all pretend?’ 

You’d left the necklace with the ring slipped through on the small set of shelves in the corner, the one Poe normally kept his holopad on. 

It was idiotic, but your neck felt… empty without it. Cold. Every now and then you touched at where the chain normally lay.A subconscious action only brought to the forefront of your mind by the sensation of your own skin instead of metal. 

Something caught your eye in the distance, a flash of sunlight glinting off the horizon. Dread twisted in your stomach as realisation dawned a second earlier than your scanners. The extra gravitational pressure and high quantity of magnetic metals in the sand affected everyone’s ship computers, causing a brief information delay. 

Your alarm sounded out inside your ship, the radar blinking into life as tie fighters approached from the rock outcrop. They’d used the high mineral concentration to hide their energy signatures. 

“Fuck.” 

The radio screamed into life, orders out pouring over orders. Blue squadron rushed into position while Green scrambled. 

“Blue in place now!”

“It’s gonna be rushed, but we haven’t got a choice!”

“No time!” “Incoming!” “Green half split! Evens left, odds right, let’s keep those fighter’s off The Harbringer and Blue squadron! Gamma pattern!” 

“How far away is the Delta?” 

“Calling in attack pattern!” 

You swing to the right, falling in with Hank and Petal and bank hard, it takes less than a second for you to notice that your squad's movements aren’t as precise and well-timed as usual. The stronger gravity throwing everyone, except you, off their game. 

That didn’t bode well. 

You climb for a second, punching hard on the acceleration to get some height and a clear view of the oncoming and flick on your targeting system. The image glitches, doesn’t hold steady even as you focus. Off by half a fraction. 

Shots fire out from both sides, most missing.

“Targeting not working!”

“It’s out!”

“I can’t get a clear shot!” “The read is malfunctioning!”

“Half a click 4/8!” You shout, as you take your shot, hitting two tie fighters head-on. 

“Good shot Green 7!” You can hear the joy and relief in Sana’s voice. “Half a click 4/8, you’ll all have to manually adjust!” 

You dive, swirling around two fighters before skimming close to the ground, trying to draw their attention away from the cargo ship. You spin, slamming your control harder than you would need to in any other situation as you turn and spike past another fighter, taking out one in the process. 

“Wooooo!” Hank yells over the intercom.

You laugh. “Bet you never thought you wished you grew up on Para right?” 

“Every day new things surprise me.” He banks left, you right, Petal dives down. 

It’s too much of a rush, everything all at once, patterns and shots flying, your ship’s systems screaming as you push the engines a little too hard. 

The tie fighters aren’t moving as fast as they normally do, bogged down even more than the x wings by the gravity. They can’t make their normal quick turns and it’s affecting their strike patterns. 

Good. 

But there’s so, so many of them. 

Explosions fly debris out, and you climb higher. Needing a clear view and unable to rely on your targeting systems. 

More shots fly out, The Harbringer is taking a battering but so far its shielding is holding the hull together. 

The radio keeps screaming, overlapping voices that blur into background noise. You’re trained to only hear your call signal, direct messages. You vear off, narrowingly missing a blast to your wing. 

“-On my tail.” Frizz’s voice cuts through the noise, a sharp stab of dread slicing you open as you turn, automatically looking to the reader, it’s still not clear. 

You climb, twist, fall, see a Green ship, followed tightly by two fighters. Accelsorate, bank. You fire. You’re aiming in a panic now, not adjusting right, not breathing through. 

The shot hits one, before you have to swerve to avoid being struck head-on. 

“Thanks 7!” Cril yells over the speaker, managing to shake the other fighter. 

There’s a scream, a crackle of sound over the system. A sound you know too well. You see the ship crash into the desert, exploding before it even hits the ground as the a tie fighter’s shots hit home. 

Frizz.

“No…” 

“Check!” Sana yells, unable to tell who went down with the system glitching. “Green Leader!”

You swerve around another fighter, everything moving so fast, too fast.

“Green Two check!” Cril.

“Green Three check!” Petal. 

Nothing. 

“Green Four!” Sana yells. No call replies. Balna. Not Frizz. 

The momentary rush of relief at Frizz being alive is cut horribly short by the image of Balna’s kind face that bursts behind your eyes. 

You bank left, right, swerve, take aim, twist. 

There’s a chance, a good chance that you’ll win. All of Blue is in place, The Harbringer is moving up with them. The tie fighters are taking more hits than the resistance, their less aerodynamic design hampering them more than usual with this gravity. 

All you need is…

Another alarm. 

“Oh… fuck.” You slam on your intercom. “Z-Fighter!” 

A chorus of yells answer you. 

A Z-fighter, a quick moving ship a fraction bigger than The Harbringer, with two powerful front guns. A few shots would take the cargo ship out completely. 

And with how slow the supply ship was moving, that wouldn’t be hard. 

The Z-fighter storms in, moving fast but not firing, they were obviously having problems with their targeting too, needing a close clear shot. 

“Take out the main cannons!” Sana yells, the panic in her voice cutting through the chaos. You turn, aim, take out a tie fighter but have to veer up at the last second. Twist. 

Someone comes in after you, aiming for the cannons, a fighter clips their side and they can’t correct quick enough. They spiral off, their ship crashing into the Z-fighter. Obliterated on impact. The Z-fighter seemingly unaffected. 

You loop back, adrenaline blinding you to everything, anything that’s not the goal. Take out the canons. Take out the canons. People are counting on you. Take out the canons. 

You fire, a clear shot before you bank to the side to avoid a direct hit to your hull. 

It’s not enough.

You need to pass again, and again. Other x wings flying in, taking shots, the gravity making them slow, imprecise. Only one blast hits and it’s not full on.You’re the only one hitting directly and it’s not enough. 

It’s not enough. It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

There’s shouting and screaming, the zipping of the fighters as they cut through the sky. Someone yells your name and you don’t hear it. 

Another hit lands. One canon out. Only one left. You can do this. The Harbringer is nearly in the upper atmosphere, they can jump from there. Just a few more seconds. You can do this.

“Black Leader!” Poe’s call sign cuts over the dim, followed by the call signs of half of the Red Squadron.

They must have scrambled after first contact. 

The canon’s powering up, a quick glance to your panel tells you that The Harbringer’s shield is barely functioning. They won’t survive a direct hit. With how close they are and the Blue Squadron ships that are attached there’s no way they wouldn’t be pulled down too if The Harbringer fell. 

The canon needs more than one hit to take it down, more than five. No way you can shoot five times before they fire. 

You twist, full force. Pumping the acceleration. Fire. Fire. Fire. Three hit. You don’t slow down. Fire. Fire. Fire. They hit. The canon is still operational. 

Sana is screaming orders, so many shots fire at the canon, none of them hit right, hit full on. 

Two chances left. 

One to fire. If it takes out the canon you just have enough time to serve up, to avoid getting smashed to bits. 

Poe shouts for you over the intercom. 

You don’t answer.

One to fire. If it doesn’t take out the canon then… then you crashing into it head on will. 

Poe yells again, this time cutting over everyone else, sending you a direct call. 

You don’t answer.

You fire. Hit. 

Poe screams for you, his voice painful and panicked. He’s already worked out your plan before you had even thought of it. 

The canon doesn’t go down. 

You cut the call to him. Blocking out his signal. You don’t want Poe to think you did this for him. 

You don’t want him to think you did this because of him.

“Green Seven!” Sana yells, seemingly knowing what you’re going to do. 

Hank screams your name over the radio. It hurts. You think it’s the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 

“Moonbeam!” Poe’s voice is ripped raw from yells, Sana has patched him through over her signal. You were wrong. That was the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 

You dip at the last second, not hitting the canon straight on but smashing your right wing into it. The force surprises you, even though you braced for it. The impact sending you spiralling. You try to regain control, try to turn into the spin. Training taking over even though you're a wing and half a ship down. 

Shouts over the radio, you barely make out- 

“-cannon’s down-”

“-Jump!-”

A spark hits, your console explodes into flame, shards hit your side and you yell. Sky and sand tumbling over each other over and over, and you manage to hit the eject button.

The force rips you upwards, free briefly from your burning ship. But you’re too close to the floor, not enough time to slow down your velocity. There’s-

.

The impact of the ground hurts. Pain explodes along every nerve despite the ejection seat dampening. You scream. 

Agony is everywhere, everything. You can’t feel anything else, can’t comprehend anything except floods of pain. 

You hit your belt, falling out and to the desert floor. Looking up just enough to gauge where you are, where your ship fell. It’s an exploded, fireball mess far off. At least it’s not an immediate threat. You crawl to the side and sob. 

There’s blood falling into the sand from your head, the right side of your face. You can’t see properly out of your eye and your left leg is definitely broken. Shattered. Still, you drag yourself forward, digging your hands in and pulling as something ribs and tears in your side, warm liquid soaking into your fight suit. 

The resistance will jump to hyperspace, they’ll get out. They’ll make it. 

You just needed to get away from your ejection seat, when the First Order doubles back they’ll see it, they’ll see you. You just needed to get to an outcrop. Hide. 

Make it look like you had a weapon. 

Make them shoot you first instead of taking you for questioning. 

Can’t let them take you alive. 

There's the faint sound of a ship somewhere above, landing gear coming down. 

For a second you freeze, panic gripping your heart, you dig into the sand hard, pull, pull, pull  yourself closer towards the outcrop of rocks. The air seems to be leaving your lungs, your breathing ragged and hot. 

You cough, red hitting the dirt, iron hitting your tongue. 

You crawl, pull. The pain is making you light-headed. You gasp, trying to get in a full lung full of air. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enou…

.

When you open your eyes your first thoughts are simple. Clear. 

I'm dead.

You were either shot in the head in the sand or simply succumbed to your wounds. 

But then things begin to feel… fuzzy. Not painful, but not right either.

And that's when you smell the Bacta. And then the light starts to change to distorted shapes, and finally, you recognise Hank sitting next to you.

“You better not be dead too,” you whisper your voice dry from lack of use. 

Hank jumps up, goes to grab your hand and then stops himself. There are tears in his eyes. He softly places his fingers on yours and you squeeze back. 

“You're a fucking idiot you know that?” He grins and you laugh. Which hurts a little, but feels good. 

“One sec,” he moves away just to speak to someone outside before he comes back. “I'm the one that picked you up, you know?” 

“Now who's the fucking idiot?” You smile but your chest aches, heavy with the weight of his words. “You shouldn't have done that.” You whisper. 

“What?”

“You were under fire, you should have just jumped-” 

“I saw you eject. Saw you moving. You think I was just gonna leave you there?” He sits. “Besides, I was closest. The commander would have blown up the whole planet to get to you.” 

You swallow, turning away slightly. Going cold at the mention of Poe. 

Hank mistakes the look for guilt, and squeezes your hand again. “Hey, look,” he smiles, “you took out the canons, you're a fucking idiot but you know how to fly in heavy gravity.” 

You snort. 

He smiles. 

“Who did we lose?” 

Hank sighs, “three…”

You nod, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“There-”

There was shouting from outside, a crash and then Poe stormed into the room, med staff close behind him.

You swallow, sickness building in your throat.

He looked awful, drawn out and worn thin like he hadn't slept or eaten in days. His eyes red. 

He rushes forward, Hank moves out of the way, so Poe can take your hand in his. He leans forward and kisses you softly, carefully stroking your cheek, being gentle with your bandages. 

“Moonbeam…” he mutters and you flinch back from him. He looks at you with sad, confused eyes. 

“Look, I can only allow one visitor in here.” The med staff member says.

Hank stands, and speaks when you frown. “I'll see you later, Poe’s the one that hasn't left your side. The only reason he wasn't here when you woke was because I made him go take a shower.” Hank smiled, “you can thank me for that later.” 

Both you and Poe are quiet as the others leave. Poe searching your face for something, while you look away. 

“Moonbeam,” he says again softly, but there's an edge to his words that you're not used to. “What the fuck happened on that mission? What the fuck is this?” He holds up his hand, his necklace and ring wrapped around his palm. His eyes are shiny as he speaks. “Were you trying to kill yourself? What the fu-”

“Poe,” you breathe. Best to get it over quickly. “I saw.”

He frowns. “Saw? Saw what?” 

“You and Sana, in the briefing room… before take off.” 

The small frown on his forehead relaxes slightly for a moment as his eyebrows raise. “You… saw?” 

You nod. 

“You, but, I didn’t see you when I pushed her away?” His voice cracks at the end, a splinter running into the muscle of your heart. 

“You pushed her away?” 

“You didn’t see that?” He frowns again, blinking hard, “you just, just saw and walked away and what? Took this off?” He holds up the necklace again. A tear falls from his eye and he rubs it away furiously as if it had scorched his skin. “Just, just left it and… and…” 

“I didn’t know you didn’t want it…” You say quietly, emotion is making your chest tight and constricted. “I didn’t know you didn’t want her…”

“What?” He breathes, moving closer and squeezing your hand. There’s disbelief in his voice, confusion. Anger, it’s deep down and controlled but it’s there. “No, look, she kissed me. I pushed her away, I, I even logged a report, I’ll pull up the god damned camera feed to show you.” 

He’s not lying. His gaze is unwavering and he’s got that painfully earnest look in his eyes. 

“You thought…” he shakes his head slightly, his voice pained, “you thought I’d-”

“You both make sense together.” You blurt out. “She’s… and you’re…” you shrug and sigh, on the verge of tears yourself. “You’re both the best of us.”

“No,” he shakes his head fiercely, “Moonbeam, no.” He wipes roughly at his eyes again, glancing down for a moment and you lightly touch his head. 

He looks up instantly as you stroke his curls, still lightly damp. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

Poe shakes his head again, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. “I’m sorry.” He kicks off his shoes and clambers into bed next to you a little awkwardly. He’s trying to be careful, trying not to hurt you but needing closeness so badly it’s suffocating. 

You scooch to the side as quickly as you can in your current state and lean into him as he wraps his body around you softly and kisses you sweetly. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” he repeats after every kiss, pressing his lips to every part of your skin that he can reach.

“Why are you sorry?” You mutter as he holds you, “I’m the one that messed up.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry that I don’t make you realise how special you are, how perfect.” He kisses your cheek, “you’re the best of us Moonbeam.” 

You tut but his grip tightens and he holds you tight. 

“And one hell of a pilot.” He grins. 

You scoff. 

“You are.” He kisses you again. 

You nuzzle against him, settling into his touch. Knots have formed in your chest, pain that’s loosening. His warmth is comforting. Home. 

“Sana said she didn’t know I was in a relationship,” he says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I don’t know if that’s true, but… I do believe her.” 

You nod. “She’s a good person.”

He moves so he can look you in the eyes. “Please, Moonbeam, I… don’t,” he bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a long second. “I want to tell you, I want to say, don’t ever do something like that again… don’t… don’t put yourself at risk.” 

You touch his cheek lightly. 

“But it’s not fair is it?” He smiles sadly. “We both do that every day… You know you were gonna be in my squadron at first?” 

You shake your head in surprise and he nods.

“You were, but… well,” he blushes ever so slightly. “I was so embarrassingly head over heels in love with you,” he laughs lightly. “For months I could hardly talk to you, you know I had to down five Polanis Red’s in a row after Hurthwen just so I could ask you out? I knew I wouldn’t be able to function right if you were in my squad. I knew that I’d put everyone else at risk because if it came down to it… if there was a choice between everyone in the squad dying, everyone on the base, or you… I’d let the resistance burn instead of lose you. Every single time.” 

You close your eyes, fighting the emotion that needs to break through and squeeze his hand like a lifeline. “I love you.” You whisper. 

Your fingertips brush against the necklace, the ring hooking around the first knuckle of your index finger by chance. 

Poe slowly moves his hand from yours and unwinds the necklace from his palm before carefully placing it over your head, giving you plenty of time to move away if you wanted. 

“I love you Moonbeam,” he mutters, his voice low, reverent. Then leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back with all your heart. 

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Collateral Damage

Poe Dameron x G!N reader

Rating : M

Wordcount : 6800 (ish)

Warnings : Friends to lovers, sort of slow burn I suppose, angst, fluff, reader has a fear of flying, arguing, vague illusions to Poe's torture by the FO, vague mention of parental death (Poe's mom), mentions of panic attacks.

Summary : Poe finds out you are scared to fly, and makes it a personal challenge to fix that. Only spending so much time together, causes some complications.

A/N : there's a few bits here that mention Poe's past as a child which is from Freefall however there are no direct Freefall spoilers contained, and it isn't necessary to have read it to enjoy this.

To the anon that requested an angst to fluff Poe fic...I hope you enjoy!

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"Poe, please don't look at me like that!" You beg.

"Like what?" Poe gives you a genuinely confused look, as though he hasn't been staring at you for the past ten minutes like you're a particularly complex puzzle he needs to work out.

"Like there's something wrong with me," you sigh, twisting the mug of tea nervously in your hands.

"I never said that! But seriously? You're scared? Of flying? This is a joke right?"

"I just think if we were made to fly we'd have wings is all." You shrug, trying to be nonchalant as you sip your drink, your fingers pressing hard into the china as you try to ignore his shock. You don't look up but you can feel his eyes burning into you.

"How did I not know this? How have you hidden it from me of all people! I'm equally impressed and offended." You suspect by his tone he's more offended than impressed, but it was never truly your intention to hide it from him. The secret just sort of… happened.

When you were children you barely knew Poe, not until after he returned to Yavin, his eyes a little darker than they had been before, his steps a little more calculated, though no less bold. When you started helping Kes out around the little farm he bought, you had gotten to know Poe a lot better. Barely tolerating him at first, before you fell into an close friendship. It had been easy enough to deny his requests to go flying with him in the early days, especially given the amount of trouble he got into.

Then when you were older Poe seemed to flit in and out of your life. Between the academy, the navy, and now the resistance, sometimes it seemed like he was never around.

But he always reappeared eventually. He came back to Yavin sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. He used your back garden like his personal shipping yard, but you never had the heart to tell him off about it, despite the fact you had smashed more than your fair share of crockery in shock at the sudden noise of a roaring engine coming down on your house.

Everytime he asked if you wanted to go flying you found some excuse not to, sometimes elaborate ones you aren't even sure Poe believed. You assume perhaps he thought you were avoiding spending time alone with him, which was in part true some of the time.

You could have told him the truth, but the way he lit up when he talked about flying — the freedom of it, the adventure of it — had always made the words dry in your mouth. He couldn't possibly understand, and you knew he would react, well, exactly as he had.

"I didn't! You never asked, and it never came up in conversation. It shouldn't have tonight. It's irrelevant. I don't need to fly," you shrug stubbornly, wanting to get away from the topic if only to stop the quizzical gaze he's fixed you with since it came up.

"But-but there's a whole galaxy you're missing out on!" He splutters, still wide eyed with shock. "You can't tell me you want to spend the rest of your life on Yavin."

"I like Yavin!"

Poe gives a huff of disbelief at you, folding his arms.

"Liar."

"You know Poe, not all of us have the need to fly out into the night and get blown to pieces like you," you sigh, rubbing a hand over your eyes, frustrated at his reaction. "Anyways it's late. I should go."

Getting up you put your mug in the sink and grab your jacket, intent on leaving and finding some way to avoid this topic for the next however many years, probably forever.

"Hey, hey, don't go. I'm sorry, okay?" Poe begs getting up and taking a gentle grip of your arm to prevent you moving. You ignore the fire that ignites your skin where his fingers are wrapped loosely around your arm.

"Tell me what scares you? About flying I mean? Let me try and understand," he pleads.

Taking a breath you sigh. How could you explain it to someone who spent their whole life up there? How could you explain it to someone who lived and breathed the freedom of the flight?

"Pilots die, all the time. Things go wrong, fights, pirates, technical failures…" you trail off with a wave of your hand, freeing your arm from his gentle grip, not used to his touch. "I just…can't stand the thought of dying alone out there in the cold. It's hard enough worrying about that happening to you."

"You sound like my dad," Poe sighs quietly. "He didn't want me flying either. Not after my mom."

Reaching back out you squeeze his hand briefly, knowing that while the relationship between Poe and Kes had somewhat mended over the years, some cracks ran too deep to ever be fully healed.

"You know, Kes never shuts up about you flying. Always talking about what a good pilot you are and how your mom would be so proud of you, how you fly just like her. I swear it's all I heard for weeks the last time you were here."

Poe falls quiet for a long moment, deep in thought, a frown etched deep into his brow.

"He's proud of you, Poe. I know he struggles to say it sometimes, but he is," you offer gently.

Poe waves a hand nonchalantly, as though it doesn't bother him, but you know it does.

"Well you know my dad likes to keep things to himself, but apparently not from you," he eyes you somewhat suspiciously. "He likes you, you know. He told me once I should marry you. Imagine that, us, married."

He lets out a snort of a laugh as he shakes his head at the thought. You want to make a joke about it, you want to laugh it off and tell him you'd never agree to it even if he asked, but the spark of feelings you've so carefully navigated all these years flared to life suddenly and in full force at his words.

There's always been something between you, something a little more than friendship, something you both know can't be. Something both of you have avoided talking about for a long time now.

Perhaps when you were younger maybe you could have figured something out, but Poe was hardly ever around and now, well now your worlds were too far apart. Yours here on the ground, his far off in the stars. It was better not to prod too hard at open wounds, but Poe's laughter at the thought of you together, still cuts deeply.

Something must flicker across your expression because his amusement dies and Poe gives you a half smile.

"It's just, you know, you're seeing someone. Aren't you?"

"It didn't work out." You shrug as though you don't care. The truth was it never worked out, because you would always be in love with someone else. How were you supposed to give your heart away when at any given moment the one that makes it beat could drop from the sky without warning?

"Oh," he sounds genuinely sad which only drives the knife further in. You drop your eyes from his, pulling at a loose thread on your jacket as he continues. "I'm sorry. You'll meet someone else though! Although maybe…. Off this planet?"

You sigh and roll your eyes. Really you shouldn't be surprised that he found a way to spin the topic right back to your issues with flying, which you suppose was better than your love life so at least there was that.

"Oh come on. You can't be scared if you haven't tried it! Lemmie take you!" Poe sounds like an excited child on life day. Clearly the thought of conquering your fear appealed to him.

"Absolutely not! I've seen the way you fly!"

"Did you not just say even my dad thinks I'm good at flying? And besides," he leans on the counter, a shit eating grin plastering his face, "didn't you hear I'm the best pilot in the resistance?"

You roll your eyes at his cocky statement.

"Poe, I've heard a great deal of things about you over the years, not all of them I can believe and most of them I've had to defend your good name against!"

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head like a curious loth cat.

"Like what?"

You quickly go through the ment rollerdex of things you've heard, deciding to pick out your favourite.

"Like… the time you apparently almost married a Hutt."

Poe opens his mouth and then closes it again, suddenly becoming very interested in a tin of tea on the side. He picks it up, rolling it between his palms, purposely not looking at you.

"Well, really that wasn't even my fault," he mumbles eventually, realising you aren't going to fill the expectant silence.

He can't seriously have done that? The ridiculous story can't possibly be the truth?

"You have to be kidding me! I got into the biggest argument that you wouldn't be so stupid to get into something with them. Do I even want to know the real story?"

You had vehemently defended your friend, arguing well into the night that while yes, Poe was reckless, and yes sometimes he spoke without thinking, and yes sometimes trouble found him, you were still absolutely sure the story was completely untrue. You suppose you have a few apologies to make now.

"It's not like I intended to agree to the marriage! It just sort of… happened."

You stare at him, open mouthed waiting for the rest of the story, knowing he won't be able to resist defending himself. But instead of launching into a lengthy explanation he grins, setting the tea down slowly and fixing you with an expression you are all too familiar with. The one he uses when he knows he's about to get something he wants.

"Trade. I'll fly you somewhere. Then I'll tell you."

And there it was. He knew you wanted to know the truth, unable to resist a good story about the far off places he visited and troubles he got into. You should have predicted the bastard would use that against you.

You fold your arms.

"No."

"I'll just fly you to the other side of Yavin? Short trip, in and out."

"No!"

Poe sighs dramatically, pushing himself up off the counter.

"Fine. You drive a hard bargain. I'll tell you the whole story if you let me show you around my ship and tell you how unscary it is to fly. Strictly no piloting."

"Please agree so you can both shut up. It's after midnight, and the noise you two make will bring the first order down on our heads without them even looking!" Kes Dameron booms from the hallway, making both of you jump.

"Sorry dad!" Poe yells while he gives you a grin of victory.

"Sorry Kes! I'm leaving now." With a sigh of resignation you slip on your jacket. "Fine. No flying."

"No flying," Poe agrees with a nod, holding out his hand and wriggling his fingers invitingly. You hesitate to take it, but he slides his hand into yours anyway, squeezing your fingers. "I'll walk you home."

You try not to think about how right it feels to have your hand in his.

~

"Poe, Poe," you repeat a little louder as he continues rambling away, pointing to the different parts of his X-Wing, a misty look in his eyes. You're sure you lost him a good while ago, and he hasn't stopped talking long enough for you to explain you have no idea what he's talking about.

"You have to put your hand up to ask a question when I'm teaching," he chides you teasingly. Rolling your eyes you put your hand up, glaring at him when he grins silently at you for a long drawn out moment. Just as your patience breaks, opening your mouth to ask anyway, he cuts in first.

"You have a question?"

"Several," you respond dryly. "Firstly, can you please slow down? I've no idea what you've been talking about for the last twenty minutes. Secondly, I'm pretty sure you've told me about everything that can go wrong and now I want to be near this thing even less. Thirdly -"

"This thing? This thing?" He interupts, his eyes going wide with shock. "This thing is a T-70 X-wing. I've done a lot of work on this thing!"

"I apologise I insulted your ship," you laugh, watching his brows pull together in an annoyed frown. Maker, Flyboys! As cute as he was you couldn't really expect any other reaction.

"Don't apologise to me. Apologise to her!" He points at his ship before he folds his arms stubbornly, as though he's actually serious. You pause for a moment, realising he is serious.

"Thirdly, I don't think this is helping and I'm sure you have better things to be doing," You continue, ignoring his sulk. Poe drops his arms, his expression softening.

"It is helping," he insists. "If you know what can go wrong then you know how to fix it, or how to account for it at the least. Then that part isn't so scary anymore. I promise."

"It doesn't feel like it's helping," you mumble, wrapping your arms around your chest, the low hum of anxiety vibrating under your ribs. "I'm sorry. I'm not being ungrateful. It's very nice of you to do this."

"You don't think I can do it," he grins and you roll your eyes at him for what feels like the thousandth time since he's been back.

"I'm not a challenge," you remind him with a glare.

"You kinda are though," he grins. Trust Poe to see this as some sort of game he can win. "Come on. You can trust me. I know about these things. How'd you think I survived this long?"

"Sheer dumb luck?"

Poe laughs, a deep elated noise that brings a smile to your lips and makes your heart ache with affection. It seems so rare these days that he truly laughs like that, and when he does, here with you, it only makes his inevitable absence harder to swallow.

"Probably a bit of that too," he admits with a shrug. "Okay, new plan."

He plonks himself down on the ground, patting the space in front of him for you. When you're settled opposite him he takes both your hands in his. When you try to pull away, the touch giving a jolt in your chest, he grips your fingers tighter, forcing you to stay with him. It's an all too familiar dance now. You push him away, and he only proceeds to try and hold you closer. When he's here you wish he wouldn't, but when he's gone, you ache for his easy familiarity.

He gives you a genuine open look, and your heart aches a little that he's truly trying to help when you feel so beyond helping.

"What do you think about when you get scared? When you think about being up there. What is it that worries you so much?"

"I guess dying alone?" You suppress a shudder at the thought of floating out there in the darkness, no one to hear you scream for help.

The pilot doesn't even miss a beat before he answers quickly.

"Okay, I'd be with you so that's not a problem. We would die together."

You glare at him, unamused. Ignoring your vehement stare he gestures for you to continue.

"Fine. Being shot out of the sky. Lot of time to think about dying while you're plummeting to the ground."

He gives you a grin, "We both know that's not an issue because I'm a great pilot, so no matter where we are I promise you I'll land safely, all parts intact, especially all the bits I like," he winks and you desperately try to ignore the flare of heat on your skin. "I've done it so many times I could do it in my sleep! Next problem."

"Kidnapped by pirates." You shoot quickly.

"They'll give you back after half an hour." Poe snorts with laughter when you reach out and slap his arm hard.

"Asshole," you grumble, fighting back a smile.

He grins at you, clearly enjoying himself at your expense and while you should mind his teasing, you find it hard to care, not when his eyes are lit up with genuine joy.

"You are really not helping," you laugh eventually, shaking your head. "I'm a lost cause."

"Not entirely, just mostly. I mean none of these are good reasons to be scared," Poe smiles and you have to admit it chafes you a little that he still doesn't seem to understand.

"I never said my fear was rational."

"It's not entirely irrational either," Poe acknowledges with a shrug, finally allowing you to pull your hands out of his while he taps his chin in thought. You curl your fingers into your palms, willing away the memory of his touch.

"What you need is a distraction!" Poe proclaims brightly. For a shocked moment you think he's talking about a distraction from him, which is entirely exactly what you need. But he keeps talking and you realise it's nothing like that, although he inadvertently makes you distracted anyway, from flying at least.

"Yeah, something to take your mind off getting up there."

You shake your head, knowing it won't work. Suddenly this whole thing seems like a bad idea. Poe wasn't one to give up, and yet over the years you've tried just about everything to get over your fear. A weariness starts to creep in, encouraging you to make your excuses and leave.

"I doubt anything would distract me that much. Anyway, I think we should do something else. Flying isn't that important." You try, knowing it's hopeless now you've encouraged him this much.

"What if I flew naked?" He grins, wiggling his eyebrows. His constant blatant flirting is starting to take a toll, and you can't muster even a smile this time. He knows, yet he does it anyway. It's infuriating sometimes, purposely poking and prodding when you're just trying to get by without spilling your heart all over the grass.

"Coming from the person who laughed at the notion of us being married, I don't see how you think I'd care about that." You don't quite mean to bite it out the way you do, but Poe ignores your attitude and leans back on his arms, gazing at you.

"Yeah, because we'd argue all day long about everything. I'd be messy, and you'd want a tidy house, we would fight over what to have for dinner, because you won't believe I'm the better cook, I'd want to paint the walls blue, but you'd want green. You'd want to live here and I wouldn't." He waves his hand, indicating that there would be a longer list of issues if he continued. "The thought of us being married is funny because it would be chaotic, not because I don't love you."

The words hit you like a shot, and judging by the look of fear on the pilot's face he probably hadn't thought them through before they left his mouth.

"Guess the cats out of the bag now. Well, suppose it was never really fully in the bag anyway," he mumbles, running a hand through his messy curls, before he stares up at the sky. "I mean, I know we've never….I know we've never gone down that road, but you know I've always had a soft spot for you."

You knew. Of course you knew. You both held an affection for each other, but you also know it wasn't meant to be. Maker knows you've spent your life trying to get over him, and Poe… well he never breathed a word about his feelings in the matter. You assumed he had moved on some time ago. If his list of conquests was anywhere half true, he moved on quite well.

You avoid his gaze, looking down at the dirt. "Love is a lot different than a soft spot. Seems funny you never mentioned that before."

Poe swallows, sitting back up properly and reaching to take your hands, you snatch them back before he has a chance, a swell of anger starting in your chest. There is no need for him to tell you this. You don't want him to tell you this. It won't make any difference to say it out loud.

"I knew I couldn't stay so what was the point? You've said yourself how much you love Yavin. Who was I to ask you to give it all up? You deserve someone who could be there for you, where you wanted to be. You still deserve someone like that."

"So why bring it up when you know it isn't you?" You snap angrily, getting to your feet, panic pulsing through your veins. While you've had this conversation a hundred times in your head, in reality you have no idea how to react. Suddenly the open wound becomes a sinkhole, and every wall you've placed around your feelings starts to crumble in. Your chest constricts with panic. He can't do this now. Not after all this time. You won't be able to rebuild what he's torn down. This will burn your friendship to the ground.

"Because I'm selfish," the pilot admits, jumping up and following you as you storm across the garden towards the house, the flaring pain in your chest getting worse with each word that leaves his mouth. You won't talk about this. You can't talk about this.

"Yes, you are! You blaze in and out of my life and everytime I think I might have a chance to mend myself, you come tearing down from the sky. Maybe it is about time to actually have this conversation so we can both move on!" You spin on your heel to face him, stepping back when he reaches for you again.

If he touches you now you won't ever be able to let him go, he'll find a way to calm you down and you don't want to be calm. You want to be angry. You want to yell, scream, and let out every feeling you've kept locked inside. You want him to feel even a small spark of what he's done to you for years. You need to be angry.

"Why can't we just be together now?" He interrupts your rant.

"What's the point, Poe? You know I won't leave, I can't leave. And you can't stay. It won't work and we both know it."

"We don't know that because we haven't tried!" He implores passionately. "You can come with me! The resistance would be lucky to have you. If you just try! If you just let me show you. I promise it's not so scary, and then we can go anywhere we like!"

"I can't do it, Poe. I just can't and there's no point trying to make you of all people understand that."

You turn to leave but this time he's quicker than you, reaching out and catching hold of your wrist.

"So this is how it ends is it? We dance around this for years and then we just do what? Give up?" The pain lacing his voice is enough to make your lip tremble as you bite back the tears.

"You're right. We've danced around this for years because we both know it isn't going to work! Why now? Why after all this time decide to drag all this up now?"

"Because we are in the middle of a war. Because I don't know what's going to happen to me tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. Because I might not be here to tell you this, and for some reason it kills me that I might be gone and you would never know that I loved you. I've waited years for you to find someone who makes you happy, someone who gives you everything I can't, but everytime I come here I know it hurts you because it hasn't happened. And I need you to know that someone, that I, love you. I don't think I can just walk away this time." He sounds resigned and it crumbles away every last brick you had to protect yourself. Poe doesn't think he's going to survive this war. In the end, he knows he's going to leave you anyway.

It makes you angry to hear him talk that way. Poe was the upbeat one. Poe was the one who always figured a way out. He doesn’t just accept the inevitable. And you don't need him concerned about you either.

"Well you should just walk away, because I don't need your pity!" You yell, feeling the hot tears escaping your eyes.

"That's not what it is!" Poe takes a breath, clearly trying to calm himself and de-escalate the situation. "I'm just trying to be honest with you for once. I can't just leave and say nothing this time."

"You mean like you have every time you disappear into the sky for months on end?" You laugh bitterly.

The pilot swallows, his eyes searching yours, pleadingly, begging you to understand why now, but the anger still swells in your chest.

"I've always come back to you. Every time I can. For Makers sake do you think I'd be here so often if you weren't?"

When you say nothing Poe frowns, reading your expression all too clearly.

"You won't even consider coming with me? You won't even try?"

You wrap your arms around your waist, holding yourself together as you shake your head.

"I can't. We can't and you know it. I…can't leave. I can't leave," you repeat in a whisper, shaking your head, the tears flowing fast down your cheeks.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," Poe apologies softly, reaching out to take your arms, drawing you close to him. You try to fight it, pulling your body away, but Poe ignores you, holding you tight against him until you stop fighting, allowing him to hug you tightly.

"I know you can't leave," he admits, letting you go to cup your cheek, his palm warm against your cooled skin, his thumb sweeping away tears. "You don't have to, okay? Just say the word. Say the word and I'll be here, with you. I'll stay right here so we can try. Tell me that's what you want. Tell me you feel the same and I'll do it."

You know what he's offering, and you know he can't fulfil it. He's speaking without thinking it through, in desperation, trying to fix things, to fix the damage his words have done.

You wish you could accept it, but the thought of Poe grounded, here, a place he fought so hard to escape, causes an ache in your chest. You know it can't be that way.

Maybe he would give it all up for you, but it would never be enough. Not for him. Eventually the cracks would form, and he'd be gone, and leave you so much more broken than you already were.

"Tell me you feel the same," he whispers, leaning into you.

"Don't do this," you beg softly, bring your hands up to rest on his arms to push him away. You can't seem to make your body follow through with the action.

"Then stop me," Poe challenges, his hand sliding around the back of your neck. He's so close you can feel his breath against your lips, the warmth of his body against yours.

Maker, he was going to break your heart. He won't stay, he can't stay. You won't make him do that, not for you. But you're sick of fighting it, sick of trying to pretend. He's here, with you, wanting you. Just this once, once can't hurt.

The screeching beep of his comms stops you both, the sudden insistent noise cutting through the tension and your own clouded thoughts, making you step away from him quickly. Poe lets you go, his expression pained, though he doesn't move to answer the incoming call.

Swallowing hard you gesture to his pocket, refusing to meet his gaze, fearful of what you might find there.

"You should get that."

"Yeah," he nods distractedly, taking a breath and fishing the comm out. He holds it in his hands, glaring at it before his gaze flickers back to you. "Can we talk later?"

You hesitate initially but then nod. Later gave you time to think, to process everything, to try to explain to him why this can't be. Maybe you can salvage your friendship after some time apart.

A tiny voice in your head whispers the vicious truth. It was too late for that.

It's less than an hour before he leaves again, back on urgent business for the resistance. You hadn't opened the door when he came to say goodbye. You hadn't answered when he asked if you wanted him to stay, and you hadn't the strength to smile and see him off this time. He left you with the memory of his muffled voice, promising he will come back, promising he'll figure out a way to make this work, begging you to think, to try.

For once you're grateful he's gone. At least he isn't around to see the damage.

~

The tea Kes Dameron had pressed into your hands has long since gone cold as you stare out at the grass, little shoots growing where previously a star fighter engine had burnt them away, one that so far hadn't returned, and perhaps never would.

There's a sigh behind you, a creak of the porch steps as Kes sits down next to you. The older man had come to help you fix the flickering light in the kitchen, something you'd have once asked Poe how to fix, allowing him to instruct you via comlink, teasing and laughing at your questions and frustrations. But you hadn't spoken to Poe, not in months now, too ashamed and regretful of your behaviour, and too fearful of what speaking with him may bring up.

"He was asking about you again earlier. You can't keep avoiding his comms."

You can feel Kes's eyes on you but you refuse to look up from the dent in the grass. You don't need to ask who he means.

"I'm not. Poe calls at bad times."

Kes makes a disbelieving noise, taking the now cold mug out of your hands and setting it down to the side, making you finally look up.

"It's been a bad time for the past two months. What happened between you?" He frowns at you.

"Nothing." It was the truth. In the end nothing had happened, not really. But the almost of it, the almost hurt worse.

You don't want to talk about Poe. You don't want to think about it. But the next question slips out without you being able to stop it.

"How is he?"

Kes lets out a long breath.

"You know Poe, all smiles and reassurances but he hasn't been the same. Not since…" Kes trails off and your stomach gives a now familiar lurch at the memory of Kes turning up at your door, pale and scared, stuttering out that the First Order had captured his son. As far as you know Poe never told Kes what happened in those days he was gone, but if the stories you heard were even half true, you're surprised he made it out alive.

"He needs someone there," Kes continues eventually.

"He has his squadron." You ignore what Kes is implying. It's a conversation you've had a hundred times over now. It makes your chest ache in a now all too familiar way.

"He needs you, and for all your denial you need him. You can't spend your whole life moping around here. I can make the arrangements to get you there. You just have to say the word."

You had tried in the weeks following his departure to do as he asked, to fly. You had walked to the shipping yard every day, listened to the roar of the engines, talked to the pilots, tried with every fibre to set foot on a ship, any ship, but you couldn't do it.

You had come to accept that you were right to distance yourself. There was no way for you to be together.

"Kes, I can't do that. I… me and Poe… we just aren't… our lives don't fit together." The shame burns in your chest that you couldn't be there for him when he needed someone the most, after his escape from the First Order.

Kes scoffs in an all too familiar way. You wonder if Poe knows where he got that reaction from, if he knows how much like his father he can be.

"Don't fit together? You kids," Kes rolls his eyes. "Nothing in this life is ever easy. If you want something enough you'll find a way through it. Poe's mother," he hesitates, the words catching in his throat. It's rare for Kes to mention Shara, but when he does, it always seems it causes him physical pain. The older man swallows hard before he continues, looking up at the sky.

"She was a free spirit like Poe. But she loved with her whole heart, and so does he. He'd give up the world for you. Don't let your fear hold you back. Don't make the same mistake with him that I did. If you do, you may lose him forever."

Kes was right in a way, your fear was holding you back, it always had. You'd always known Poe's heart was in the stars, and your fear would never let you leave the ground. But Poe had offered to give his world up for you — his stars, his resistance, his freedom. Even if he couldn't stick to it, he was willing to try.

Maybe you could try again. For him.

~

Poe is still in his flight suit, his hair damp and messy, helmet clutched in one hand, talking animatedly with another pilot who you vaguely recognise, who apparently knows you straight away. The pilot nudges Poe — who continues to chatter away obviously— before forcefully spinning him around to point at you.

You can tell you are probably the very last person he's expecting. His eyes go wide and he blinks a few times, as though he's imagining you here. He opens and closes his mouth but whatever words he wanted to get out, don't seem to come, or at least you can't hear them across the yard.

You hadn't told him you were coming. In fact, you still hadn't answered a single one of his comms. It's not that you hadn't wanted to talk to him, but more that you hadn't wanted to disappoint him if, in the end, you couldn't go through with it. Getting here had taken weeks, the trip was rearranged three times after you found yourself unable to get on the ship, and in the end Kes had dragged you in himself and tied you into your seat, reasoning that you needed a push. He was probably right, but you would still be having words when you saw him again.

Raising a hand to Poe you give him a small wave, glad that you landed a good few hours before he returned from whatever mission run he was on this time. It had given you time to clean up and compose yourself, for the shaking to finally stop.

You hesitate in the landing bay, unsure if you should go over or stay put. Poe decides for you because the moment you move a foot forward, he runs to you, skidding to a stop almost toe to toe with you.

"Here-you-h-how?" He stutters out looking you over, as though you might have been kidnapped and dragged here against your will. "Is everything okay? What's happened? My dad-"

"Is fine," you cut him off, recognising his rising panic. "Everything's okay at home. I just thought it was about time I came to see you for once." You give him a nonchalant wave of your hand and a shrug, although your stomach feels full of stones as you take in the new scar across his cheek.

"But… you wouldn't even fly with me!" He sputters out, as though that's the most important point.

You give him an apologetic smile.

"Your dad made me realise I needed to be here," you confess, "We heard about what happened. Your dad was worried about you and how…" you were coping after being tortured.

You don't finish the sentence, swallowing hard.

"I was worried about you." You drop your eyes, instead gazing down at his scuffed boots, still feeling ashamed you hadn't been here sooner.

The pilot sighs, "I'd have come to you if you'd just answered my calls. I just thought you didn't want to see me, and then things here got… a bit crazy."

"I know, but the way we left things. I didn't know…I couldn't…I'm sorry. I tried to come, I really did. I couldn't and… I couldn't tell you…I panicked and everything that happened, and what we said, and what I did, and I wanted to be here for you when you were… but I couldn't. I tried but i couldn't do it, and then -"

"Stop, stop, stop," Poe shushes you, pulling you into his arms and holding you against him tightly, while you try to ramble out an explanation, an apology, and confession all in one, the words tumbling together, desperate to escape.

"Shhh stop," he repeats softly, squeezing you against his chest.

It's more than just a friendly hug, it's more than just a greeting. He holds you tighter than he ever has, one hand curled into the back of your shirt while the other grips his helmet, his face buried in your neck, as though he could hide from the world. Your heart aches for him and everything he's been through as you hold him.

You wait for him to ask you questions, to call you out on how you acted, even to tease you for the whole situation.

Instead, "I'm so proud of you," is all he says.

You bite your lip hard to hold back a flow of tears, gripping his flight suit as he squeezes you breathless.

"I can't believe I wasn't your first," he huffs suddenly against your skin.

"What?" You squeak, heat flushing over your skin at the sudden change in conversation.

"Pilot! I wanted to take you on your first flight," He sighs, pulling away to pout at you in the most adorable of ways. It makes you want to laugh at the look of actual disappointment on his face. You hadn't realised it had meant so much to him, then you remember that he had seen you as a challenge and can't help but wonder if it's purely that someone else won, where he lost. You can tease him about it later and find out.

For now you'll sooth his jealousy just a little.

"Does it help if I tell you your dad had to basically restrain me. I cried, had I don't know how many panic attacks, shut my eyes the whole way, and I absolutely never want to do it again?"

Poe considers this for a minute before he grins, "Kinda does… but not the crying or panic bit. Or the fact you don't want to do it again" he clarifies quickly, before you have a chance to tease him about enjoying your misery. "We can work on changing that last part. And I'm still sad you didn't trust me to take you first."

"Well maybe if you didn't fly that barely legal piece of junk X-Wing I'd have-"

He suddenly leans forward and presses his lips to yours, cutting off any further insults you could throw at his ship, and while his kiss takes you by surprise, it's not unwelcome, and you immediately find yourself sinking into it.

The kiss tastes of desperation, of impatience, of longing buried for too long.

You let out a soft moan as his tongue licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You tangle your fingers in his sweat damp curls in the way you've wanted to for so long.

His helmet thumps noisily to the ground when he drops it to wrap both his arms around you this time, pulling your body hard against his. He slides one hand up your back to the back of your neck, holding your mouth to his as he kisses you passionately.

This time it isn't his comms that interrupt you, but the hollering cheer of his squadron.

You pull apart suddenly, your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

Poe gives you an abashed smile, throwing a rude hand gesture to his still cheering comrades, mumbling a soft apology.

"Sorry, I just decided it might be better to skip the talking part this time, since it didn't really work out so well last time."

You can't help but let out a soft laugh, feeling dizzyingly elated at the lingering feel of his lips on yours.

"No, it did not."

Poe grins, drawing you close once more, "now what were you saying about my beautiful custom X-Wing that you are absolutely going to be flying one day?"

You roll your eyes. Flyboys.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 28- Blowjob

Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fwb to lovers, mutual pining, oral (m receiving), semi public, reader works with Poe in the resistance, fluff, no use of y/n

Notes- I actually changed the ideas on this fic a few times before this scenario popped into my head and I loved it! I will always love Poe with all my heart! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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The mission was simple: get into the party, observe and gather information on the First Order officers, and report back. You and Poe completed the first two steps with ease; the two of you worked together seamlessly for a long time now. But, once the important work was done, you let your eyes wander, and you couldn’t tear your gaze off of Poe. He looked so effortlessly handsome all dressed up like this, almost like he was nobility. That was his cover after all, and it came as no surprise to you that everyone bought the lie without question. 

Every time Poe looked at you, though, you forced yourself to look away. You didn’t want to be too obvious out in a crowd, especially when the two of you were undercover. Yet, you couldn’t help the way you looked at Poe, and of course you noticed you weren’t the only one with a lingering gaze on his figure.

Poe noticed, of course. Nothing got past him. And the truth was he couldn’t tear himself away from you either. You had become good friends, best friends. And after many missions together, the two of you came to an arrangement: you would hook up for release, but it never went more than physical. 

It quickly became more for both of you, though you each kept your true feelings hidden from the other.

Tonight, however, Poe wanted to change that. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he leaned in and asked you with a mischievous smirk on his face. 

Covering up the way you were blatantly staring at him, you grinned back, “Maybe.”

He rested a hand on your waist as he leaned in closer, “How about you and I get out of here then,” Poe’s tone dropped and sent a shiver down your spine.

The facade broke and you looked at him with an adoring expression. Poe’s eyes bore into your soul as he looked at you with a smile on his face and a softness in his features. Through the banter, you saw the genuineness in him, and it made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t stand it any longer, you needed him badly. “Come on,” your own tone dropped as you slipped your hand in his.

“Right behind you,” Poe’s smile widened as he let you lead him away from the party and down a darkened alleyway.

You knew the layout of the area by heart in case of the need for an escape. But this was not an escape, it was a rush of desperation. You couldn’t wait until you got back to the ship, you were too needy for Poe to wait any longer. So, you ducked both of you into an abandoned room in the alleyway.

The moment the door was shut, you lept at Poe and crashed your lips together in a desperate and heated kiss. He moaned into you, surprised by your sudden action, but Poe wouldn’t dream of pushing you away. Instead, he pulled you closer so that your chests were smashed together as he deepened the kiss.

Breaking away with a gasp, Poe looked at you with wide eyes, “I like you like this,” he grinned.

You mirrored the mischievous smirk he gave you earlier as you pushed him back against the wall, “In that case,” you started, feeling bold, “I’ll admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off you tonight,” you purred as you slowly dropped to your knees, never breaking eye contact with Poe.

“Sweetheart…” Poe suddenly realized you had the same plan as he did tonight, you just beat him to the punch. 

He murmured your name and caressed your head as you unzipped his pants. You looked so beautiful on your knees for him like that, and the rush of emotions went right to his cock. It jumped free from his pants and you eyed it hungrily, licking your lips as you wrapped a hand around Poe’s length and pumped it a few times.

Poe groaned your name again as you leaned forward and kissed the tip. He helped onto your head with one hand while his other landed on your shoulder. His head leaned back against the wall and a shiver ran up his spine when you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him into your mouth in one movement.

“Fuck!” Poe cried out as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him.

You hummed around his length as you ran your tongue along the bottom, savoring the way Poe shivered at the action. You smirked around him as you bobbed your head up and down, slowing you initially rushed movements. Poe’s moans filled the tiny room as you worked him with your mouth. 

Poe bit his lip to try and stifle his moans, but you were just too good. Part of him worried you didn’t get far enough from the party and you might get caught, but when you sucked hard, every other thought vanished from his mind. All Poe could think about was how wonderful you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth, and how good you made him feel.

As much as you wanted to keep your eyes on Poe and watch his every expression, you couldn’t help but flutter then shut. You savored the taste of his length on your tongue as you ran it up and down. You savored every little moan and whimper Poe let out when you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. You savored the way he tightened his grip on you. You savored every little detail about this moment.

When Poe tugged on you a little harder, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You grinned around him as you worked him faster, sucking harder, taking him deeper down your throat. You pulled back enough so just the tip was still in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around the head a few times before you took him fully in your mouth again.

“Oh fuck… Sweetheart,” Poe cried out as his breaths became heavier, “Shit!”

You speed up the way you bobbed your head and sucked as hard as you could, determined to throw Poe over the edge. And within moments, you got what you wanted as he came hard with your name on his tongue. Filling your mouth, you gagged for a moment before you swallowed around him. Not wanting to miss a single drop, you wrapped your lips tighter around his cock and swallowed several times. Tears filled your eyes as you felt full, but you kept going.

Breaking away with a loud gasp, you let a little bit of Poe’s release dribble down the corner of your mouth as you waited for him to open his eyes. After a few heavy breaths, he did just that, and you took that moment to lick your lips and gather that last bit, putting on a show for him.

“Fuck,” Poe breathed.

Both of you burst into a fit of giggle, and neither of you knew exactly why. Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions that overtook both of you in the heat of the moment. Perhaps it was because both of you secretly felt more for the other, and you each realized it at the same time without the words needed. 

Poe dropped down to his knees and joined you on the floor. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away and tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned into him as you surrendered yourself, fresh tears filling your eyes from the fresh wave of emotions.

When he broke away, Poe looked at you with sincere adoration in his eyes, “Let me repay the favor,” he kissed you again, “Again,” he kissed you, “And again,” another kiss, “And again…”

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[ghostofskywalker]

Poe Dameron vs. The Claw Machine

Poe Dameron/Reader

Fictober Day 23 of 31

Words: 824

Summary: [Modern AU] After splitting away from your boyfriend at an arcade, you're shocked that you can't seem to find him. Or, at least you were until you actually saw what he had been doing.

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Your boyfriend was missing.

Well, he wasn’t missing in the sense that you would need to file a police report, but you had spent the last ten minutes searching for him and hadn’t yet been lucky enough to find where he’d been hiding.

The game room was loud, dark, and crowded, which was probably why you were having a hard time in the first place; it would be difficult to find anyone in here if you didn’t know exactly where they were or what game they were playing. And unfortunately, right now you knew neither of those pieces of information about Poe.

The two of you had first split up in the arcade when you challenged him to competition on who could win the most tickets, and you absolutely still wanted to keep that bet going, but it had been a little while and you also wanted to order some food. The whole point of this outing in the first place had been a date, so spending time with your absolutely wonderful boyfriend was another line on the list of things you wanted to do here.

He didn’t answer your text, so you set out searching for him among the crowds of people. You passed dancing games, dexterity games, shooting games, and even ski ball, all with no sign of the telltale curls you were looking for. You knew there was no way he would have left without you, but it was certainly confusing that you hadn’t found him yet.

It was a last ditch attempt to walk towards where the prize case was, and it just so happened that in order to get there, you had to walk by a row of claw machines.

And of course, that’s where you found your boyfriend, in a little bit of a compromising position (or at least, that’s the phrase you first thought of to explain the visual of him laying on the ground with his arm up the slot of the machine).

The two of you locked eyes, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Am I interrupting something?”

Poe however, did not seem to find the situation as funny. “I’m not stuck, if that’s what you’re asking.” As if to prove his point, he pulled his arm back out and stood up.

“I wasn’t, but it’s nice to know you’re okay,” you said, a giant smile crossing your face. “I’m really just wondering what happened that led to you putting your arm up the slot of that machine, and I’m also trying to figure out how lucky you are that none of the staff here caught you.”

Instead of answering right away, your boyfriend turned and pointed at one of the stuffed toys through the window. “That’s why,” he said, and you immediately understood why he did what he did.

Sitting atop a small pile of plush creatures, was the prettiest stuffed animal you had ever seen. Not only was it of your favorite animal, but it looked like it was made of the softest material in the entire world. “You were trying to win that?”

“For you,” he said. “I blew all my tokens on trying to grab it and then had to resort to different tactics when i ran out of arcade money.”

He was absolutely right in the fact that was absolutely something you would want to bring home, but you had no intentions of sticking your arm up the slot like Poe did to get it. “Why don’t I give it a try?” you said, pulling out two of your remaining tokens and dropping them into the machine.

Once the lights began to flash, you moved the joystick to hover directly over the stuffed animal you wanted before pushing the button. The arms went down, and curled directly over the head of the creature.

You and Poe both waited with bated breath as the claw managed to grasp the animal and bring it towards the chute. But luck was on your side today, and you were soon hugging it while Poe looked on in shock.

“I can’t believe- I tried so many- what?” he said, clearly having trouble believing what was going on.

“Aww babe,” you said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “I really appreciate that you tried to steal it for me, but sometimes it’s just best left to the experts.”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he turned to you. “And you’re an expert?”

You just smiled as you pulled some of the tickets you had won out of your pockets. “You were saying?” you said, feigning innocence. “Unless you have more tickets than I do.”

Silence.

You just laughed, and soon the joy on your face had spread to his. “Come on hotshot,” you said, reaching out to take his hand. “Why don’t we get something to eat, and then I can teach you how to do the claw machine correctly.”

“Shut up.” 

- the end -

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[phantomspiderr]

The Commander & The Star

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word count: 2.2k+

Summary: Maybe you realised you love your best friend when it’s too late

Warnings/Tags: mentions of death, injury, explosions, fire, guilt, also a couple swears in there, probably the most angst I’ve ever written(I promise there’s a happy ending), cocky Poe Dameron, overuse of the words TIE Fighter and X-Wing(sorry), in case it isn’t obvious I know nothing about flying either and there’s of course some smooching

a/n: yeah sorry this came out of nowhere and is probably a bit of a mess and ngl I don’t fully understand Star Wars but I do love Poe Dameron so… hope you enjoy!

also I’m pretty sure there’s no mentions of gender or appearance or anything like that but as always if I’ve got that wrong and there is let me know! Appreciate you all, have a wonderful day🤍

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nonononono…

You’re stumbling over rubble, uncaringly inhaling thick smoke as your numb legs carry you across the rugged terrain. Your heart thrashes around in your rib cage as your eyes sting with tears. No one ever prepares you for this when you’re learning to fly, not even your worrying thoughts every time either of you got in an X-Wing could prepare you for this.

Just moments ago you’d watched your best friend get shot out of the sky. The best pilot in the Resistance, hell the best pilot in the galaxy had been shot down in front of your very eyes.

It was only supposed to be a recon mission on some desolate planet no one had heard of for many, many years. But of course, in all of the galaxy, the First Order had a spontaneous patrol in the exact area just by the planet you were looking for. Poe was quick to spot them but before the two of you could make a quick getaway the four TIE fighters were barrelling in your direction.

“Shit! We gotta take them down. You take the two on the left and I’ll go right,” Poe’s crackly voice coming through your speaker somehow sounds calm in the middle of all this. It doesn’t matter how many times you fly your X-Wing or fight off the enemy there’s always a twinge of doubt about your ability in the back of your mind every time. But it all washes away every single time Poe utters the words, “Hey, you’re okay. We’ve got this.”

Your X-Wings are close enough that you can look to your right and see him in his cockpit. When he looks over at you it feels like time stands still for just a second, then you share a nod before both flying off in different directions. Your ships are still connected by your communicators so you can hear all the whooping and taunting Poe does as he flies. No matter how distracting he is, the sound of his voice is always something that will calm you. Even as you manoeuvre around the two TIE Fighters that are close on your tail.

“Poe! I can’t shake these guys,” you’re pulling up trying to roll over the top of the TIE Fighters to get an advantage behind them. You’re too out in the open and you’re finding it difficult to get around them. You’d never want to admit that the First Order is good at anything but maker these pilots are brilliant.

“We need to go down,” you can hear him pushing buttons, obviously trying to figure out a plan on the spot, “ah! There’s some mountains below. We’re better down there, I’ve pinpointed it on your map okay?”

“Shit!” You jump when you suddenly see one of the Tie Fighters in front of you explode, pulling a hard left to avoid going headfirst into it.

“You’re welcome!” You can picture the smug look on Poe’s face, always looking for a way to show off. Always a little reckless too. The man’s still chasing off his own two enemies he didn’t need to pick yours off for you too.

“A little warning next time would be great,” you push a few buttons, pulling up your map on the little screen in front of you. The one TIE now behind you again, chasing you down and shooting off blasters in every direction. You try to pick up speed as you quickly descend into the planet’s atmosphere, your ship beeping and flashing red in warning.

“Careful, Star.” The callsign he’d chosen for you rolling off his tongue with ease still makes your heart do a little flip. Your mind instantaneously shifts focus onto Poe’s X-Wing flying ahead as a TIE Fighter tries to come at him from the side. You’re quick to turn toward it, expertly flipping switches and locking your launcher onto the enemy ship. You can’t help but tease Poe just a little, “Careful, Commander.” The TIE explodes just as you speak and you smugly pull away in a different direction still acutely aware of the ship following you.

“A little warning?” He mocks your previous words and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Your head switches focus back to the task at hand, you’re trying to find an opportunity to lose the guy behind you or make him crash whichever comes first. Your eyes scan the new terrain, the mountains are just ahead but it’s too open and the gap between you and the enemy is closing.

“Change of plan!” You pull up and left suddenly yanking your ship in the direction of some towering trees, “gonna try lose them in the forest.”

“Star.” Poe’s voice warns, he always hates when you split off but you’re the only one he ever trusts to make decisions on the fly. You choose to just ignore the warning until he repeats it just as you spot the TIE Fighter pull away from your rear and go towards Poe. Shit.

“Poe!” You pull back hard, your X-Wing just floating on the spot for a second before it twists and you’re trying to speed toward the other ships.

“Yeah, I see them! Can you get behind them and I’ll lead them-“ A shot clips one of Poe’s wings and you can hear the beeping coming from his control pad.

“Poe?!” You’re immediately concerned, thinking the worst as you catch up.

“I’m good, just a little damage!” If you’d been anyone else you’d have missed the tinge of worry in his voice but you’re you and you’ve been his best friend since day one. His worry bleeds into your brain and your focus falters for just a second you miss a shot on one of your enemies. It comes back quickly as you start to see Poe’s ship slowing down significantly, giving the TIEs an advantage. One tries to take his side again just like the one before while the other continues to chase him from behind. You’re just out of range to lock your blasters on the ship and you’re pushing your X-Wing to its limits now just needing to get a little closer.

“comeoncomeoncomeon!” You’re nervously mumbling, your whole body tense, “YES!” Your control pad shows it’s locked on the target and you fire rapidly before it can change. Before you can even celebrate taking down another First Order pilot you see the red beams shoot out from the TIE Fighter you’d just been pursuing right before it explodes. You watch in horror as it completely takes out Poe’s other wing and he starts spinning toward the ground. He clips the last remaining TIE Fighter on his way down and sends it spinning straight into a tree and explodes.

You screech out his name as you hear his ship beeping through your comms, you can just make out what you think is Poe hitting the control panel with his fist. He doesn’t say a word and you feel stuck in place like some kind of force is holding you there so you can watch your best friend plummet to his death into the forest below. As if someone flips a switch you’re steering down haphazardly, not being as careful as you normally are when landing your X-Wing. It’s barely on the ground before you’re tugging at your seat belts and pulling off your helmet. You forego deploying your ladder instead just ungracefully slipping down the side and landing on the ground with a thud that sends shooting pain up your legs.

There are bits of TIE Fighter smoking or on fire, there are even parts of Poe’s beloved X-Wing scattered on the ground. Your legs feel like lead as you climb up a mound covering where you’re sure Poe crash-landed. Your lungs burn as you inhale the thick smoke in the air and you’re scared. So scared. You reach the top and you almost fall straight back down, the sight before you making your legs weak. That beloved X-Wing he’d spent years working on, the thing that had tally marks scratched into the floor of how many people he’d lost so he always knew what he was fighting for. That godforsaken thing you’d both spent countless late nights fixing up, just in pieces in front of you. It’s hard to see it all, a part obviously exploded and was blowing thick dark smoke out into the air. Your eyes sting and you’re honestly not sure if it’s the smoke or the fact you think your best friend just died and you blame yourself for it already. There were so many things left unsaid, so many adventures you were supposed to go on together. You knew every time either of you flew that this could happen but some part of you thought that you were both invincible, that nothing would ever happen to you and now it has and you’re numb.

Your legs almost give out as you clumsily stumble down the mound. You can feel your body trembling as you search the wreckage for confirmation of your worst fear. You’re coughing now as you get closer finding heaps of metal you start pulling apart in hopes you’re wrong.

He won’t get to see the Residence win.

He won’t get to grow old and have the kids he said he wanted.

You won’t get to spend another day with your best friend.

You won’t get to tell him you love him.

Your thoughts race at light speed and your legs finally give out, you sink to your knees and sobs freely fall out of you.

“I-I hope those tears aren’t for me Star,” his voice is gruff, he’s coughing too and you almost think you’re hearing things until your head snaps around and you can see him limping toward you a few feet away.

“Poe? Poe!” You’re slipping on the ground as you clamber to your feet and then you’re sprinting toward him. Uncaring that you were just on the ground sobbing because you thought he was dead. He’s covered in ash and his flight suit is torn in places and singed in others. You just manage to make out the little cuts littering his handsome face that you know he’ll think make him look tough later. Then when you’re within touching distance your hands reach for his face and you don’t even realise you’re kissing him until you are. You’re kissing Poe Dameron and it feels like heaven. You’re holding onto him for dear life as if he might disappear but relief floods your brain, he’s really there, he’s alive. Then suddenly your logical brain kicks in and you abruptly pull away looking at him wide-eyed with disbelief. Your hands move away and back again before resting on his shoulders and your brain just acts like you didn’t just kiss your best friend but he hisses and recoils one shoulder away from your hand.

“Yeah I’m gonna need you to put that back in,” he jokes like you’re not now just staring at his dislocated shoulder. Your relief-addled brain had clearly missed that upon your quick inspection as you raced over. You’re trying to focus on inspecting him for any further injuries now instead of focusing on the way he tasted like those blue candies he buys in bulk because he eats so many. You don’t even look up at him when he calls your name, busying yourself with looking over a cut on his other arm and thinking if you have enough first aid supplies to treat all of this. Then he says your name a bit more sternly, his working arm swatting both yours away and he reaches up to hold your face. He tilts your head up so you’re looking directly at him now and you watch his smile grow, “how long have you been holding out on me?” You must look completely dumbfounded because he chuckles a little before it turns into a cough and then a groan of pain as he buckles over a little. You’re quick to support him, the trained medic in you taking over as you wrap his uninjured arm around your shoulders.

“Come on,” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts and find the right words to say, “we can talk about this later.” It comes out more like a question, hope seeping out of every word.

“Oh we’re not done with this,” he gives you that smug look he does when he gets a bit cocky and you can’t help the way your elbow just ever so slightly nudges his ribs, sending him into another coughing fit and wiping the cocky look off his face.

You laugh just a little as he scolds you, trying and failing to use his ‘in charge commander’ voice, “not funny! Gonna write you up for that.”

“I’d like to see you try,” still chuckling, you glance at his dislocated shoulder, the side with which he writes and you see it click in his brain when he realises.

“Oh ha ha, laugh at the injured man. I can type with my other hand y’know,” your body’s still riding high on the adrenaline but your heart is calm. Poe’s here with you, you’re both alive and maybe you’re in love with each other and you just never realised.

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[spider-biter]

Fuming

Poe Dameron/fem reader

Summary: Poe Dameron is fuming. But you always know just what to say

Words: 2.3k

Requested: nope!

Warnings: none! just fluff :)

Inspo & more inspo

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“I know you must be angry Poe, but this is what I believe to be best,” Leia said.

Angry?

No.

Poe Dameron was fuming.

With that walked out of the command center with his head hung low. Anger was radiating off of him in waves, tainting the air around him. He could feel the stares, the whispers, the cadets in his way parting like the forest did when he flew too low.

One bad call and now he’s grounded for 2 weeks??

Fuck that shit.

He stomped off base and into the forest surrounding it. His brain swirled with thoughts. Ways he could’ve argued better, what he could’ve said, what he could’ve done to demand that the general listens to him. He didn't even care where he was walking, just as long as it was away from base.

Poe Dameron usually respected orders. He listened, followed them to a T. That’s what made him a good soldier, a good captain, and especially a good commander. But everyone knew that if he thought it was stupid, he would say so. Disputing the order until a compromise was reached. But there was no compromise on saving his squadron's lives. And that’s not something he’d apologize for.

Looking up he realized where he had walked to. Around a 10-15 minute walk from base was a clearing in the jungles of Da’Qar. Your clearing.

You didn’t mean to show it to him, he simply followed you to make sure you were okay (Of course he said it was because he was worried you were about to trade resistance secrets to the Order, but that’s besides the point)

Months and months ago, you had stalked off base after your commanding Lieutenant had yelled at you in front of the entire hangar. He doesn’t remember much about what you did, only that your superior was only angry that he couldn’t have taken credit for it. He still remembers the way your hair whipped around with the wind, looking like it was about to attack the lieutenant itself. The fury in your eyes was enough to keep him from intervening from fear alone.

When your lieutenant had finally dismissed you, and you had left, all he remembers feeling is guilt. He could’ve stepped in, shown this support, been on your side. Sure he didn't outrank your lieutenant, but he was Poe Dameron. He could have done something.

It was tension filled silence that lingered in your wake.

Until you were out of earshot he should add.

The entire hangar had erupted into talking, everyone having something to say. But no one went after you, even to just see if you were ok.

So he did. Through the vines & sticks & roots. He knew you were too in your head to notice the noises of another person behind you, but he couldn’t hide his small ‘what the fuck’ when he stumbled into the clearing.

It was beautiful. The cascade of trees gave perfect shade overhead, the flower vines drifting down, sprouting beautiful flowers of different shapes and sizes. There were patches of the native mushrooms, a few bushes of elderberries, and patches of flowers. He noticed a patch laid right against a tree, having looked planted. He tucked that away to ask about later. The ground was soft, but you had taken a nature blanket that they used for missions and threw it down. The clearing was truly picturesque, right out of a storybook his mom would’ve read to him when he was younger.

Your head snapped in his direction and immediately berated him with (albeit reasonable) questions. Then you guys started to argue, and given that you were already wound up & Dameron was still a cocky Captain with the inability to actually say he cared about you, it wasn’t that hard to start.

‘Why are you here?’ ‘Why is your lieutenant pissed at you?’ ‘That’s none of your business’ And so on. But then, you were yelling and you let out a defeated sigh, and he suddenly felt something crack.

“It’s just. I’m so tired. Of the late nights, no sleep, scut missions, and- and now my goddamn lieutenant despises me- and- and it’s just. all too much…” you sat on the ground with your head in your hands, breathing in and out. You didn’t mean to let such a hidden part of you slip, let your voice shake in front of him. You guys were coworkers, maybe friends if you stretched. But you’d be lying if you said his face wasn’t captivating, his drunk voice bouncing in your head during the silent nights you worked on your ship, his laugh flipping your stomach. Even BB-8 loved hanging around you when Poe was off base, a secret tightly kept between you and the droid.

After your emotional and accidental confession, He sat down next to you, hearing you softly sniff trying to will the tears away. He stared off into the jungle for a couple of seconds before sighing. “Yeah. This really does fucking suck sometimes.” he looked over at you.

He still remembers the way your eyes softened, a wall coming down as you looked at him.

“You think so too?”

“Always. I mean we get all the grunt work of commanders but none of the recognition. And not to mention that it’s a fucking war we’re fighting. Its terrible out there-”

And that’s where the 2 of you sat for the rest of the day. Talking, laughing, crying. It was the first time you felt like you didn’t have to be the strong one & the first time he felt like he didn’t have to be so.. you know.. Poe Dameron.

It became your spot together. Him on the left, you on the right. It was a friendship that eventually turned into something more. You’d come here to hang out, talk, just sit. It was a space for emotions and long conversations.

He laid down in his spot, his eyes trained on the sky.

His brain was now filled with questions. Why would Leia do this to him? After all he’s done for the resistance? All the friends he’s lost, all the years of his life he’s sacrificed to take down the New Republic??? A forced sabbatical???

His brain was working overdrive to try and make sense of Leia's decision when he heard the rustling of plants. Instinctively he looked over to the noise. And then he saw you

You looked slightly frazzled, evidently having just arrived back on base yourself. Your hair was messy, you had faint dark circles under your eyes. You probably wanted nothing more than to hit the fresher and take a nap. Instead you cleared your throat. “May I join you?” You asked Poe.

Even though you, to put it frankly, looked like a mess, all anger and thoughts about his demotion went away when he looked at you. Sweet, kind, funny, beautiful you.

It was the night before you left when the 2 of you laid in your room together, letting the moonlight filter through your window. You were reading the mission file one last time, one hand scrolling, the other playing with Poe’s hair. He laid softly on your chest, doing something on his own Holopad. He clicked it off and stared at the ceiling, a deep sigh coming out through his nostrils.

“Baby?” You asked, turning off your own pad and setting it on the nightstand.

A couple of beats of silence passed, prompting your brain to fill it with the worst case scenarios of what he could say.

I can’t do this anymore

There’s someone else

I’m actually working for the first order in secret and I’m about to stab you! Surprise!

But Poe surprised you by kissing you knuckles, slowly and tenderly

“Stay alive for me. Ok?” He asked, rubbing circles on your hand. You could tell he was thinking about how dangerous this mission was going to be for you. But you had something to come back to. And you would be damned if you let the First Order take another thing away from Poe.

“Always” you managed to choke out. God I love him, you thought.

But back to the present, Poe honestly didn’t want to speak to anyone right now. But then you looked at him with concern etched on your features and he simply nodded, and looked back at the sky.

You laid down, to his left like before, and stared up at the early morning sky.

“I take it you heard what happened” Poe said after a few beats of silence.

You snorted. “Poe, I think the Hoth base already knows what happened,” you grinned. “This year’s cadets…. You'd think you sold resistance plans to Kylo Ren himself the way they gossip.” You smiled.

“It was one stupid, stupid call. The only life put at risk was my own, for the safety of the Squadron.” He felt his anger rise.

“Poe baby, I think that’s why you’re grounded,” you gently said.

“Why? Every time I get in that cockpit, I risk death. Nothing should differentiate me from the other pilots who make stupid decisions.”

“Poe nothing is. If a cadets stupid decision would’ve taken out one of the best pilots, strategic leaders, and morale booster in all of the resistance they would be grounded too. A cadet deciding to jump hyperspace and having to be towed back to base just isn't the same.” You argued.

Poe sat silently, taking in your (true) words.

The 2 or you sat in the silence of the forest. The sounds of the native wildlife filled the quiet. Poe, angry at the rest of the world and you for being so right, didn’t want to speak. You, slightly frustrated that Poe doesn’t understand the severity of his actions and that he simply doesn’t comprehend the amount of love and admiration people have for him.

After 4 minutes of silence you finally broke it.

“On Emperia, we always believed that after you died, your heart would be weighed against the universe on a set of scales.” Poe's anger quickly melted away to shock. You never talked about your home planet, keeping it a closely guarded secret. Everytime someone mentioned it, it was like you were thrown back in time. Still a defenseless child when your entire civilization was eradicated.

“If you carried love and empathy, and had the love of others in your heart as well, we always thought it would be heavier than the universe. Love and kindness being the strongest forces in all of the galaxy.” You explained.

You turned to look over at him, propping your head up with your hand. “Poe Dameron, your heart might just be the heaviest thing ever created.” You stared at him in his eyes as he smiled. You matched it, laughing lightly. “I’m serious!! Poe, every single person on this base admires you. There is not a single cadet or recruit that doesn’t know about the legendary Poe Dameron. Hell, even other resistance bases have tried to get you to be restationed there! And even the goddamn Order knows that the Black Leader is the best pilot in the whole galaxy. You’ve taken down AT&T’s single handedly. Saved hundreds of lives. So of course the leader of the Resistance herself doesnt like it when you nearly kill yourself in the field.” You looked him in the eyes.

“I'm not telling you to immediately forgive Leia but I’m simply saying that Leia has reasons behind everything she does. She’s led the resistance for 20 years now. She shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that, but you have to admit, you were being a dumbass.” You reasoned.

“And how would you know??” He retorted

“Please! You think Karé doesn’t constantly send me updates from base?? I wouldn’t be able to survive without her drama summaries in my inbox during every mission.” You laughed.

Poe laughed at the sky before he felt your warm hand on top of his. He turned, meeting your sincere eyes.

“So many people care about you Poe. This entire base would take a blaster shot if it meant that you made it out alive. They all care and love you, Dameron.” You said.

“They?” He asked, smiling.

“Fine. We. But me the most.” You smiled, letting a light laugh slip out. You kissed him and instantly Poe Dameron felt better. He swears that you heal him better than any Backta product ever could.

Breaking the kiss, you kissed him once more on the forehead. You got up, his eyes following you. Holding out a hand for him to take, you gave one last piece of advice. “So don’t be a dumbass. Ok?”

He sat in silence for a few seconds. “Ok, ok. I’ll try to stop being a dumbass.” He took your hand. He surprised you with the force he used, using the momentum to yank you close to him. Immediately his arms snaked around your waist. Poe Dameron. Ever the player.

“But you gotta tell me when the Gold Leader became so good at pep talks.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and linked your hands together behind his neck.

“Someone gave me a really good one a couple of months ago.” You smirked, kissing him once again.

Listen, you were gone for a whole 2 weeks. How could you not have missed your man? And you felt your stomach flip knowing this was only going to be the beginning of it all.

“Huh. I wonder who that could’ve been.” He flashed you his signature smirked before you rolled your eyes. You took his hands from around your waist and led him back to the base, mumbling something about the both of you desperately needing a shower.

On the trek back, Poe thought of how you shared such a vulnerable part of yourself for him. And when you looked back, the gold specks in your eyes shining with sunlight, calling him your flyboy, Poe Dameron could add another emotion to the long list of them that he felt today.

Love.

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[eyelessfaces]

Hi!!! I feel like it's kind of weird to ask for a Poe Dameron x reader since it's been forever since the Star Wars movies came out but I was wondering if you could write Poe Dameron X mechanic friend! Fem or gn reader!

I was thinking maybe that reader and Poe go out for drinks with their friends at the Cantina and reader starts to tell a story or something getting everyone's attention and Poe just stares at them with the "marry me eyes!" I feel like he would be mesmerized by a person who can get a rooms attention.

If you don't feel like writing it I totally understand!

poe's favorite story

poe dameron x reader

hey honey thank you for your request!! I was so happy to write for poe because i love him dearly <3

summary: the ask said it all!!

warnings: none I think!

tags: gn!reader, mechanic!reader, mutual pining, two oblivious idiots in love

word count: 1.2k

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The Resistance had that irritating but fair habit of breaking and damaging their stuff badly. It was normal in a state of war, of course, but you had just finished repairing your fourth X-wing of the day, you had checked on two droids, and you had just declined a third one, calling it a day. The whole week had more or less been like that. You were exhausted and just wanted to head back to your headquarters, to take care of your brewing migraine and just get some rest, some quiet and some sleep.

Just when you arrived to your corridor, you heard the sound of a familiar voice calling you, one that made your heart flutter. You turned to your feet and met Poe's tired but happy-to-see-you face from the end of the corridor. You knew he had came back from a mission this afternoon, and despite being exhausted from your day, you were happy to see him. Except if he was going to ask you to check on BB-8 or repair his X-wing. He walked to you hastily and you lightly smiled at him when he finally reached you.

"You okay?" he asked, eyeing you up and down more in worry than in a polite gesture. Your tired eyes gave it away.

"Yeah. I'm done with my day, if you needed me for reparations." you said nodding. If you hadn't been so tired, you would have made an exception for him. Especially if he could stay with you and tell you about his day. But you were too worn out to do anything that required brain cells and a minimum logic.

"Good. That's good. That's what I wanted to ask you. I mean, if you were done with your day. Do you wanna go get drinks? I know you had a tough week." he proposed with a compassionate look. "Running around everywhere" he said pinching his lips, aware that you hadn't caught a break all week long.

You looked away with a sigh, your plans of taking some time for yourself falling apart.

"Poe I-"

"Please come with us." he said cutting you off. "Please. You deserve to have some fun" he pleaded looking at you, pulling the puppy eyes trick. "You haven't stopped working all week long. Take a break" he said putting his hand on your shoulder, meaning to show his concern.

You stood there and thought about it. His look on you was insistent and quickly made you give up, rolling your eyes and smirking at him before you took his arm to head towards the cantina.

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The cantina was loud, full, and overcrowded this evening. It made sense, a lot of people had came back from missions and it was the end of the week, so everyone wanted to celebrate.

Luckily, your group was already there and had already started drinking. They had been waiting for you and Poe and greeted the both of you as you reached them. Your friend at the edge of the booth pat the empty spot next to her for you to sit there, and Poe slid on the other side to the table, across you, before almost immediately sliding away again.

"Drinks. I'm gonna get us drinks." he said pointing at you before hurriedly walking away to the bar. You admired his ability to still have so much energy after such draining missions.

You looked around the table, everyone was laughing and spending some good time. You smiled seeing them having so much fun, and you wished you could join them in their enjoyment if you weren't so drained from your day. So you stayed there, just listening to them talking, and smiling at the jokes.

Poe came back, two glasses in hands, and handed you yours. You smiled at him and thanked him, and he smiled back at you before sitting down on the other side of the round booth.

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The night was pleasant, but you were a bit closed off, wasn't talking much, only listening and silently laughing at people's stories. But somehow, your drink still had managed to make you gain some energy.

Poe was laughing his heart out at other people's anecdotes, and it made you happy to see him have so much fun. He deserved it, after working his (good looking) ass off for the Resistance. He turned to you and pointed at you excitedly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"This made me think of your story with..."

"Poe stop!" you said sighing as you smiled and rolled your eyes, knowing instantly what story he was refering to.

"Come on tell it again, I'll never get tired of it" he asked you with a wide smile on his face.

"I already told it a hundred times!" you exclaimed putting your glass down on the table, making the liquid sway.

"But it gets better each time you tell it!" he begged, pleading you with his big deep brown eyes. You were pretty sure he was aware of the effect they had on people.

"Fine" you said with a sigh, putting your glass aside.

You started telling your - embarrassing - story, and surprisingly enough, the whole table's attention was drawn to you. You were tired but still had your way with words, and you had come to perfect your way of telling it considering how many times you had to tell it to Poe. This story had a grip on him, and you couldn't explain it. He was like a child wanting the same story over and over again each night before going to bed.

Poe was next level mesmerized. And it was like that each time you told a story and you were really into telling something. Anything could happen around him and he wouldn't take his eyes off you. You could even say the dumbest things, he would always have your back.

He smiled, his hand supporting his chin, and he laughed at the same point of the story he laughed at each time.

You carried on on your eventful story, laughing at it yourself. Everyone was so attentive to it you were a bit disconcerted, but you kept going like nothing could stop you.

Your gaze met Poe's focused stare, and he smiled as you started to stutter a bit because of it, biting on his lower lip in awe.

You came back to your senses, breaking eye contact, smiling even wider when you just realized how invested he was in your storytelling.

You reached the final point of your story, so invested in it that you were even drawing imaginary things on the table with your fingers to demonstrate.

Poe's gaze followed your fingers attentively, and lost focus when the person on his right elbowed him in the ribcage.

"Poe, you're drooling mate"

"Hey stop this, you're interrupting at the best part of the story" he said whisper shouting at the man before shushing him.

You finished your story and everyone laughed at the punch line. Poe was laughing harder than everyone, pointing at you so proudly, as if you were his own special treasure. He could never get tired of that story.

You smiled at him before looking back at your drink, putting it in service again.

Poe stood up and walked to you, grabbing your arm.

"Come on, let me buy you another drink, you deserve it" he said tilting his head towards the bar.

You chuckled and stood up, and he wrapped his arm around you, the both of you walking to the bar.

He gently kissed your temple and your heart skipped a beat at the unannounced gesture, but you smiled widely as butterflies filled your belly.

He had made your exhausting day so much better.

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[im-a-killer-queen]

Star Wars men x reader (new generation)

“May the 4th be with you” special.

Star Wars men saying “I love you” for the first time (in their own way).

Characters: Poe Dameron, Finn, Kylo Ren(Ben), Din Djarin.

Warnings: gn!reader, fluff, angst, death(sorry), blood. Mostly fluff.

Poe

You were sitting on Poe’s lap, your head on his shoulder, your back pressed in one of the X-wing’s windows. There wasn’t much space, but it was better that way, you were closer to him. One of his hands were on your thigh and the other in your hair, caressing it.

You were looking at the stars together. There’s been a while since you have time to be together, and tonight was the perfect night.

Te sky was full of colors, and three moons were shining with a beautiful white.

You two spent the night talking about everything, and when there was nothing left to say, you just enjoyed the view, the silence and each other’s presence.

It wasn’t until Poe talked.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Finn

You were running trough the enemy’s ship’s halls, avoiding the soldiers and trying to scape.

“Shit” you muttered “this way!” You took Fin’s hand and lead him to a tiny room with some artifacts.

“Are you okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, im fine” you frowned your brows, he didn’t look fine.

“Listen Finn, the hangar is just around the corner, we take any fighter they have and we’ll be fine, okay?” He nodded “good”.

Just when you were about to open the door, he took your arm and said your name.

“I love you” you opened your eyes wide.

“What?”

“I-I love you?” You wanted to laugh.

“And you say it now!?”

“I don’t know! I just felt it, okay?”

This time you did laugh.

“I love you too Finn” you finally said, making you both smile.

“Good to know “

Kylo

How did you come to this? You didn’t know.

Kylo was about to destroy a whole planet and it was your mission to stop him. As a Jedi, you were the only one who could confront him. If only Rey was here instead of you.

But that was not the case.

Rey was highly injured. Resting on the base.

And you were here. Confronting your lover.

He could have chose you, your love. But he didn’t.

“You know I can’t” it’s the only thing he said.

“Then you know I’ll have to kill you Ben” a tear fell from your eye.

“Go ahead, accomplish your mission”

“Please” you begged “please, just stop this, don’t make me do it!” You couldn’t stop crying.

You didn’t want to, you couldn’t.

You love him.

“Like I said, I can’t”

You don’t know in which moment you lightsaber pierced him, but he was now in your arms, slowly dying.

One of his hands caressed your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I love you”

Those were his last words.

Din Djarin (The mandalorian).

You were stitching and cleaning Din’s wounds. This last job almost costs both of your lives.

You started working with Din after saving his life in an encounter where you both had the same job. You helped him and took the money. After that you started to see each other in every job. At first, you were rivals, trying to prove each other that you were better; but then, you started working together and saving his life became something normal in your daily life. You were angry with him most of the time.

But the real truth is that you were catching feelings for him, and seeing him shirtless wasn’t helping. You knew it couldn’t happen though. You haven’t even seen his face yet, and you were sure you never will.

When you finish to stitch the last wound you look up at him, and you notice blood running down his neck.

“Din” he looks at you “your head is bleeding”.

“I know”.

Silence took over the room. And just when you were gonna stand up and leave, he took your arm.

“It’s okay” he whispered “you can take it off”.

You gasped.

“I trust you”

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[beaxtrice]

Indiana Jones AU (moodboard)

Poe Dameron

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[retrosabers]

too late.

poe dameron x gn!reader

summary: poe’s self destructive actions don’t always end in his favor.

warning: this is an angst fest, swearing, mentions of death

word count: 4k

gif by @patrick-stewart

a/n: i got a bit of inspo for this concept from @oscarseyebrow “aphelion” series. it blessed me with this angsty one shot so PLEASE go give it a read, i promise it’s worth it

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whoever coined the phrase "distance makes the heart grow fonder" was the biggest idiot in the galaxy.

there were dozens of planets, thousands of miles between you and poe, and the only thing growing in your heart was resentment.

he was never one to deal with his emotions properly. it was a side effect of his mother's passing; the inability to communicate how he was feeling in just the right way. an endearing yet infuriating quality that put you in the position you were right now, on a planet so far from ajan kloss, searching for intel that you knew didn't exist.

what was supposed to be a course of action to protect your heart and his, had both of you so far gone from each other; physically and emotionally. there were no more tears to cry, the sadness in your body having dried up weeks ago, the burning heat of anger taking its place. it was a fire that consumed your whole being; every inch of your skin simmered at the thought of ever facing poe again. you were sure it was bound to happen with the state of the war, but there wasn't a promise you could make to yourself, or anyone else, that you wouldn't tear into him if you got the chance.

naturally, when you got the first holo-call in over two months, you ignored it. if this was his idea of trying to mend the fence, you would've rather fallen into the void of space. as it began to ring repeatedly, you could feel something wasn't right.

much to your surprise, finn was the one calling. the co-general, and more importantly, the only person on base you made an effort to keep in contact with. whenever he reached out, the communication was always encrypted, something only you would be able to decipher. it was partially for safety and primarily for privacy. you both knew if poe found out, he wouldn't have been too happy. that meant being contacted via hologram wasn't to catch up and gossip. something was seriously wrong.

to your relief, finn appeared to be alone, but it did little to calm your nerves when you saw his stoic expression.

"general," you greeted. "long time no see."

a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "lieutenant."

you eased up a little. "what can i do for you today."

finn clenched and unclenched his fists, one of the obvious tells that he was seconds away from unloading a bomb.

"finn" your voice was stern. "what's going on?"

his eyes darted to the ground for a second, head hanging almost in shame, and you knew exactly what it was. you exhaled softly.

"when are you coming?"

you soaked in the information he unloaded about his arrival and tried your best to ignore your increasing heart rate. when he finished relaying the situation at hand, your mouth went dry, the ever dreaded question rising to your lips.

"are you coming alone?"

his silence and avoidance of your gaze was answer enough. you didn't need him to say a word to know the day you hoped would never come, finally arrived.

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you expected poe to look different, in some way. maybe a haircut, a change of facial hair, maybe even a war wound of some sort. it would've softened the blow of having him in front of you for the first time in over two months, would've stopped the fluttering in your chest you always got every time you laid eyes on the strikingly handsome pilot. the only difference was that he looked exhausted.

the newfound weight of being general to the resistance managed to age him greatly in just a few short months, small streaks of grey peppering his curls and stubble. the bags under his eyes made you wonder when the last time he got a good night's sleep was.

a devilish part of you reveled in it.

it was wrong and unkind to wish bad things on someone. your mother would've scolded you to no end if she knew what you were thinking. but after the emotional anguish poe had put you through, it was the least the maker could do to punish him.

you tried to push your feelings aside when he barely gave you so much as a nod to address your presence. all of those emotions would have to be put on the back burner if you wanted him gone sooner.

there was an overwhelming sense of familiarity as you boarded the falcon. you spent far too many days on board this ship, accompanying finn and poe on recon missions, supply runs, anything really, that allowed you to spend time with the people you cared about most.

you had to remind yourself that those days were long gone. things could never be as they once were, no matter how much you clung to the memories. ridding your body of nostalgia, you slid onto the bench behind the console, finn ushering himself in after you. he pushed a button and a message in a language you didn't recognize was projected.

poe leaned over the table, eyes scanning over the text for what you could only assume was the hundredth time. his thick brows were knitted together in concentration.

"we received word of this message two days ago." poe began, still not meeting your eyes. "rumor has it, it's from a spy in the first order."

"a spy?" your attention was peaked, leaning foward to take a closer look at the message. "i'm sure kylo ren isn't going to take too kindly to someone betraying him."

while the words held no meaning other than the literal, you found yourself staring at poe. you were certain he felt your burning gaze as he straightened himself out.

you turned your attention back to the holo. upon closer inspection, you began to understand the contents of the message, eyes rapidly reading over each line as you slowly rose from your seat.

poe and finn watched in awe as you managed to decipher in minutes what took them hours to even get the slightest idea of translation. you were gifted with a memory that allowed you to recall information at the drop of a hat, making you one of the biggest weapons the resistance had to offer.

your brains was one of the many reasons poe had fallen so hard and fast. the sight had him revisiting old memories he tried so hard to bury, but it was no use. no matter how far and long you two were away from each other, you always managed to reclaim his heart.

"there's an arms deal set to take place on a border planet at sundown tomorrow." you finally spoke, flicking your eyes back and forth between finn and poe. "seems as though both parties are involved with the first order to some degree. didn't you say there was an alleged sympathizer in the senate finn?"

you didn't miss the way his face became overwhelmed with guilt. finn had a hard time hiding his emotions plainly, but it was one of the most trying things he had ever done to outright lie to your face. the anger you were trying so hard to keep at bay was slowly bubbling it's way to the surface.

"the sympathizer doesn't exist." you stated monotonously.

the two generals were silent. poe hadn't even been able to look at you throughout this entire ordeal and your stomach twisted with disgust.

"the least you can do is look at me."

poe swallowed sharply before finally meeting your eyes. the act was so minuscule yet it set every inch of your body ablaze, nothing short of a lover scorned.

there was no need for them to be here. the message could've easily been translated by a number of people on base, the language more commonplace than they both cared to admit. this visit wasn't for business, or the better of the galaxy. it was to ease poe's painfully guilty conscience.

he knew he had absolutely no right to ask for your help, regardless of your loyalties, which by default, meant answering to him. truly he was still in shock that you hadn't objected to his arrival, that it had taken you longer than 20 minutes to see through a painfully weak lie he used as an excuse to finally face you, and most of all, he was still shocked he managed to push you so far away in the first place.

poe held your gaze with so much conviction it was overwhelming. it was a different kind of power than the sensual effect he normally had. this was the command of a leader. a general.

you expected him to be man enough to at least say something, but the bravest pilot in the galaxy had never been more of a coward. before you could blow up, you swiftly slid off the bench and darted in the direction of bay door, ignoring finn's desperate pleas for you to stay. the sound was drowned out by blood rushing to your ears. you were so focused on trying to maintain composure that you didn't even notice poe had followed you out, the planet's stubborn humidity knocking you out of your trance. he brazenly reached to grab your hand, but your body acted before your mind could, and soon enough your palm came into sweeping contact with the side of his face.

neither of you expected it, but you didn't regret it, not even a little. poe cocked his head to the side before nodding to himself, almost in acceptance.

"alright. alright, i deserved that."

you let out an airy chuckle. "that's all you have to say? are you kidding me?" you started pacing back and forth, grass crunching beneath your boots.

poe opened his mouth to speak, but the daggers you shot him warned that the floor wasn't his. not anymore.

"i've been stuck here for almost three months, and you thought lying to me would be a good bridge to an apology? maker, i really don't know you at all, do i?"

you struggled to find the words that emphasized the emotional hell you had been in all this time. it was ironic; you had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head, but as he stood there, flesh and blood in front of you, every single thing you wanted to say vanished from existence.

poe was the biggest casanova you ever met, making you trip over your words and actions like a lovesick teenager. he always prided himself at how he could leave someone so talkative practically speechless.

this was the one time he was ashamed of it.

the sound of his voice calling your name stopped you in your tracks. time ceased as the moment you saw him last came rushing to the forefront of your mind.

"why am i being sent to some planet out east?"

poe ignored your question and continued on, back turned as you jogged to meet his pace.

you nagged with a tug of his arm, turning him to face you, expression stony and unreadable.

you quirked a brow, and he simply shook his head. "i need you there for intel."

"what intel?" you laughed. "it's a place full of diplomats profiting off the war who could care less who ends up on top, so long as it doesn't affect their pay roll. what could possibly exist there for me to find?"

"you're going, and that's final."

"dameron, i don't understand-"

"there's nothing to understand!" he was quick to interrupt, snapping at you in a way you didn’t expect. "i'm your superior, and i'm telling you, you're leaving on a cruiser tomorrow morning."

"what is going on with you?" you halted in your tracks. you hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate the bring up the matter at hand. poe's unwavering resolve did nothing to ease your worries.

taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to him, your bodies only inches apart. out of habit, you reached to intertwine your fingers with his, but when he backed away from your touch entirely, your heart sunk. this was the first time he wanted to maintain distance between the two of you, and it sparked an uneasy feeling.

his jaw tightened, and you saw a flash of sadness wipe across his defined features. you noticed it in the way his brows turnt in ever so slightly, the way his nose twitched, and most importantly, the way he couldn't even look at you. as quick as it appeared, it was gone; the cold and distant man you had been dealing with for the past week returning.

"poe." you pleaded.

he closed his eyes and let out a strained breath.

"it’s general."

you were certain anyone within a ten foot radius could hear the visible sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces.

two words managed to act as a pair of scissors, cutting the tie between you and the man you had grown to love, and the worst part was, you were clueless as to why.

your bottom lip trembled, signaling that tears would soon follow, but your defenses were already set in place. you'd be damned if you let him make you cry in front of who was left on the rebel base.

"fine then, general." you replied, giving him no inkling of your true feelings. "i'll be gone in the morning."

as you turnt on your heel, storming off to be as far away from him as possible, poe's facade finally faltered, but it was too late.

the damage was already done.

coming back to real time, you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, turning to face  him fully.

"why did you do this?"

your normally confident voice wavered, and now poe was the one rendered speechless.

"why," you repeated, inching closer to him with each word. "did you to this to me?"

all he could do was shake his head and frown into his bottom lip.

"poe." you pleaded as the tears you withheld for months began to fall. "i deserve to know why."

he thought that he was finally ready to be forthcoming with you. he had time to adjust to being a general, with the help of finn, but it was evident that nothing could've prepared him for the harsh reality of how he badly hurt you. it tore him apart to see one of the strongest people he knew reduced to nothing but pleas and tears.

all by his own, stupid hand.

your sadness molded with anger, temper increasing the more time passed without so much as a word from poe. your positions just about mirrored the last time you were together, except now you were going to make sure he knew exactly how you were feeling.

"dameron!" you shouted, unexpectedly shoving at his shoulders. he stumbled back a few feet, eyes wide at your sudden outburst.

the desperate whisper of a "please" you let out was what sent him over the edge.

"i just can't!" he finally shouted. "okay? i just... i just can't."

"that's not good enough for me." you spat, your argumentative nature returning. "i've been here for fucking weeks without a word, an explanation, nothing. so ‘i just can't’ isn't going to work for me, general."

the venom that accompanied the use of his rank felt like a blaster shot to the chest, wounding him damn near fatally.

"if you don't give me an answer right now, maker help me i'm going to kill you before kylo ren gets the chance."

he knew you weren't joking either.

he took in another shallow breath, the emotional dam he sheltered on the precipice of bursting as he prepared for the confession.

"i thought it would be better for you."

the silence that immediately followed was deafening.

his eyes were glued to yours, attempting to read what was going on in your head. something he used to do so easily was proving to be much more difficult than he ever wanted.

poe was completely baffled when you started laughing. full on, clutching your sides, grinning ear to ear, on the verge of tears laughing. your hands settled on your hips after you collected yourself.

"that's the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard."

apprehension had turned into annoyance, as that resting scowl of his finally made its appearance.

"it's the truth."

you erupted into giggles once more, and now poe's annoyance shifted to anger at how lackadaisical you were acting as he tried to talk about his feelings.

"this isn't funny." his tone was stern, the adopted "general" voice as finn liked to call it.

"oh it's absolutely hilarious."

"enlighten me then, lieutenant."

the use of your rank didn't have nearly the same effect as you using it on him, and poe was realizing he didn't have the upper hand. all traces of humor were gone, your heavy, undiscussed emotions the only thing that remained.

"you really wanna know what i think dameron?" you stated, voice surprisingly calm.

all he was capable of was a nod.

"i think you're a coward."

"excuse me?"

"did i stutter?" you sneered, arms folded firmly against your chest. "you're a fucking coward dameron."

"really?" he replied, voice dripping with irritation. "because i would think that keeping you safe makes me the opposite, actually."

"safe from what? the war exists everywhere poe, things haven't exactly been peachy here."

"you're safer here than on base."

"says who?" you shouted, growing impatient with the nonsense coming out of his mouth. "i was ten times safer when i was with you and finn, and you know it."

you pinched the bridge of your nose, becoming more and more frustrated with each passing word. "you think you know what's best for me, but trust me when i say, you don't."

"no," he countered, voice booming much louder than he intended. "trust me when i tell you, this is better for the both of us."

"better for us? or better for you?"

poe fell silent, confirming everything you had suspected since setting foot on that cruiser months ago.

it was bittersweet, to know you had been right all this time. it felt good to know you weren't imagining poe's reciprocated feelings being as strong as yours, but it gutted you knowing he couldn't let himself indulge.

the perks of being the general.

your tongue prodded into your cheek. this exchange had gone on for far longer than you would've liked, and it was evident that it wasn't going to give you the peace you hoped it would.

you let out a low sigh as you rubbed your temples. "you know what? this is pointless."

his eyes widened as you backed away from him a few paces.

"i can stand here and tell you how i feel until my lungs give out, but it won't make a difference and i just can't."

at the sound of hearing you repeat his words from earlier, poe couldn't bear to accept defeat. not when the last few months had been nothing short of agonizing without you. in the most destructive attempt to bury his feelings, he only amplified them, and now they had grown to a point where being without you was a worse fate than death. he had been near that point more times than he could count, but nothing compared to the hollow feeling in his chest from your absence. absolutely nothing.

and so, before he could even process it, he closed the few foot distance between the two of you and cupped your face in his hands.

it caught you completely off guard, the way he was suddenly invading all your senses. you eventually relaxed into his calloused palms, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling you missed all too dearly. you molded into his hands unwillingly and tried your damnest to keep your walls up, not ready to give in to your desires that easily.

leia had caught onto it fairly quickly, when the two of you made your afflictions well known. she said it was the kind of feeling that only came once in a light year, and that it would be foolish to let go of such a rarity. she knew even before poe did, that you were just what he needed.

it took him pushing you across the galaxy to understand the weight of her words, and the realization came far too late.

just as he had reacquainted himself with the feeling of you, you retreated from his touch.

"i can't." your voice was barely a whisper.

"please." it was poe's turn to beg, his tone desperate and needy.

you sniffed and retreated even further, returning to the safe distance you maintained since coming outside. it was better this way. you knew the minute you became too comfortable with having him, he would find another way to push you further and further, until one day, you'd be too far away for him to find you.

he was at an arm's length like this. you could live with the distance, so long as it was a short journey.

"come find me after you win the war, okay?"

his heart caved in, the damage on the verge of becoming irreparable. before you could back away out of his reach entirely, he grasped your hand, a last stitch effort to change your mind.

you smiled meekly at him, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes once more. poe didn't even realize he was crying himself until you leaned in and swiped your thumb across his cheek. he relished in the feeling of your touch on his skin.

"please." he repeated once more. "i need you." he swallowed before  he finally let the flood gates open.

“i love you.”

the admission you so desperately craved months ago came tumbling from his lips. under different circumstances, you would've been a grinning idiot, he would've picked you up and twirled you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing you until you were breathless.

but it was too late.

the tides had changed, and so had you. the love you had for poe would never change, or go away; that was something you both realized now. but there were things far greater waging in the galaxy right now, and you had to trust you would find your way back to each other if the stars were truly aligned in your favor.

with as much strength as you could muster, you pulled yourself away from him.

"go on, you've got things to do flyboy. you know where to find me."

the nickname tugged on his heartstrings, memories of your time together over the past few years plaguing his brain. it only emphasized the severity of his mistake as he trudged back the falcon. each step he took away from you added another pound of weight onto his chest, and as the gravest of realizations hit, his knees almost gave out from under him.

it was far from an unfamiliar one, not in the slightest. but with the situation at hand, it was a weight so heavy he couldn't continue without addressing it.

"what if i don't make it?"

his voice was the weakest you'd ever heard. it lacked all things poe; confidence, conviction, certainty. emotionally, he was completely and utterly exposed, baring all of his heart out to you in a way you wished he had long before now.

his voice was the weakest you'd ever heard. it lacked all things poe; confidence, conviction, certainty. emotionally, he was completely and utterly exposed, baring all of his heart out to you in a way you wished he had long before now.

you gave him that sweet, reassuring look you always did, and it deepened the growing cracks in his heart.

"you will. i've seen you survive a lot of things. you always find some hair brain way out of your problems."

he chuckled glumly. "not out of this one."

as he turned around to look at you for the last time, he couldn't help but smile solemnly, leia's voice ringing like a beacon of hope in his ears.

"you can always find your way back home."

he was determined now more than ever to make sure that home was you.

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Heart (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader 

Summary: Rey has gone off to fight the Last Order as the Resistance had been reorganizing itself after the loss of their General. You're a doctor in the Resistance and you finally met the new General one night amidst all the chaos, of pain and grief. 

Word Count: 4.2k (not beta read)

Content warning: meet-sad ig, mentions of death, grief, injuries, Resistance (war), reader is sensitive to the Force (implied), hurt/comfort (?), flirting, Poe is slightly high for medical reason, pining... it's still mostly fluff

It is technically set during and after Rise of the Skywalker.

A/N: I haven’t written, especially in English which isn’t my first language, in a while so it’s probably a bit rough. I also never wrote for the Starwars franchise before so yeah… Let me know what you think! 

On ao3

On Ajan Kloss

Leia had left you only a few days ago. Everyone felt her absence and missed her dearly. Some took it worse than others: Chewie wasn’t doing good, barely interacting with anyone anymore and most of the pilots and strategists were in shambles and had a hard time keeping up what she left.

You, as well as a few others, still felt her presence which was probably worse. You had turned around multiple times in the last few days, hearing her voice calling your name or feeling her hand on your shoulder. You could almost hear her whispers of advice and encouragement. 

But the Resistance had to go on: that’s what she’d have wanted. Due to her natural selfness and kindness, she’d have wanted the team to go on and finish what she had started. 

To do so, you had decided to take on more shifts at the medical center so that others could take some time off, collect themselves or prepare for the next move of the Resistance. 

You had just finished a 12-hour shift. 

As you stepped outside, your senses were on alert, as usual since you joined the Resistance. You were on alert all day and all night, especially since losing your General. 

This time though, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was hurt nearby and could need your help. So, when in the dark, under the seven moons, you caught a glimpse of someone, a human body, laying on the hard floor, between tall ferns and plants, at the edge of the dense forest ten meters away. Your breath got caught up in your throat. 

“Hey! You good?” you shouted, worry apparent in your voice. 

You couldn’t lose someone else. You walked toward the person. They still weren’t responding. 

“Hey! Is everything alright?” you asked, almost shifting to medic mode as you were only a few meters away. 

You arrived on top of their head and were struck by their face. Beautiful soft red lips, sharp jaw with a 5 o'clock shadow, handsome face, no injury except a small cut on his right eyebrow and dark brown doe-like eyes looking up at you in surprise. 

Poe Dameron. 

The dauntless flyboy. The best pilot of the Resistance. The Poe Dameron. The new General. Who you had only seen from afar, during the reunion or the few instances where he came around the clinic, which were rare.

“Are you okay?” you asked, still analyzing him for any sign of injury or pain. 

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” he answered in a hoarse voice, wide-eyed. 

No, he wasn’t, your gut told you. You knew he was the hurt person you felt but he wouldn’t admit it so you couldn’t do much. It was more internal than external, almost intimate.

It was a wound to the heart. 

“What are you doing here?” you continued with your questions, as he sat up and turned to look at you out of politeness. 

“I needed a breather… but I think I fell asleep,” he said sheepishly, big brown tired eyes avoiding yours now. 

“It’s alright, you work a lot, General. I’m glad you found sleep even if it was on the edge of a tropical forest.” You gave a little smile, honest and kind. 

“I bet I looked scary from afar,” He tried a small joke, his hand on his neck.

“That you did. I thought someone passed out.” 

“It’s kind of what happened.” 

“I see,”  you whispered with your medically trained brain: he was probably dealing with insomnia, grief and was overworked,“can I accompany you to your room?” 

“Wow, not so quick! Invite me to dinner first,” he smirked.

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t unexpectedly fall asleep on your way.” 

“That’s very nice of you, Doc. But truly, I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer, if that’s alright with you?” He asked rhetorically, with a playful eyebrow raise.

“Sure, just be careful of the animals living in the forest, you look like a five-course meal to them.”

“Only to them?” He wiggled his eyebrows, still a playful smirk on his face. 

You left out a breathy laugh. 

“Whatever. Have a lovely night General.” You bid your goodbye as you turned around to leave him alone. He probably needed sleep and time alone anyway.

“You can stay if you want.” 

The proposition left his lips too quickly; he didn’t think twice before asking. You turned around to see him still seated, patting the spot next to him. You nodded and went to sit next to him, on the fresh, moon lit hard floor. 

He needed sleep and maybe someone next to him. 

You talked for a while under the stars. You were doing your best at avoiding the subject of his work and Leia as much as possible. He seemed somehow relieved and grateful with brighter eyes and an easy smile. His shoulders were slightly less tense as he stole a few glances your way. 

When you started to fall asleep, he ended up walking you to your tent and promised to get to his ship safely for the rest of the night.

The next day, almost everyone left for Exegol. They were led by General Finn and General Poe, following Rey’s track but you had to stay behind to take care of the injured and sick at the base. 

The first ships arrived hours later, and you were back at making sure everyone was alright. You were worried sick before as you waited for everyone to come back victorious and alive. Now that the ships were landing back on the planet, you were back on heavy duty, running around.

After a while, you came back inside the clinic which was bustling with activity. 

You were on your way to the reserve to get more gauze to have on you at all times. You also wanted to make sure your team were doing alright with their patients when you finally saw awake and breathing Poe, laying on a stretcher as you passed one of the slightly more secluded rooms with an ajar door. 

One of your colleagues was already by his side, visibly attending his vitals.

“Hey beautiful !” he shouted when he spotted you a second after you did. 

Your eyes widened at the word, as he excitedly pointed at you with one of his hands. His hair was a mess, his suit was off his upper-half, leaving full sight on the old off-white undershirt he had underneath.

“General, glad to see you in one piece.” You smiled brightly, honestly relieved as you approached his stretcher.

They defeated the Last Order but at a heavy cost: a lot of your teammates and co-workers weren’t coming back. You didn’t even want to think precisely about the numbers of lives’ lost but you were sincerely glad Poe came back.

“Oh, you have no idea how I am glad to see you ! I missed you, Doc -” He dared to pout, eyes big but glassy -“You look absolutely heavenly under those lights.” His voice sounded far away, like a thought accidentally spoken, a little dreamy.

You frowned. You didn’t know him much but it seemed very unlike himself to throw compliments at an acquaintance, in public, right after a very difficult battle against the First Order. He was still staring at you and only you with his face relaxed but slightly clammy skin. 

“What did you give him ?” You turned to your colleague, who had finished analyzing his vitals on the machine next to his stretcher. 

“Painkiller, Doctor. His shoulder was dislocated, so we had to put it back in place.” 

“Does he have any other injuries ?” 

“Eh I’m here, love, please talk to me.” He reached for you with a wince but you had to ignore him for the sack of professionalism.

“Nothing internal luckily, but a few bruises on his abdomen. His left wrist is sprained but he should be fine after some rest,” your colleague answered, as professional as possible as they were looking at both Poe and you with a lifted eyebrow. 

“Thank you, you can go, I’m going to keep an eye on him.” 

Your colleague nodded and left quickly. You waited a second for them to be gone before you turned your attention to Poe, who was still laying here, looking at you like you were his hero.

“How are you, General?” you asked as you reached for the machine next to him that your colleague had just checked.

“Like on a cloud. And I know what I’m talking about, I'm a pilot.” He took a deep breath, still out of it. “One day, I’m gonna take you on a ride in the cloud.” 

You smiled : he might be a little high because of the painkiller but you were confident that he would be embarrassed once the effect wore off. “Okay big guy, time to get you bound up.” 

“Oh yeah babe, I’d love that.” 

You held back a laugh as much as possible and looked around the room for what you needed. He needed something to hold his swollen sprained wrist and some kind of splint for his left shoulder.

You worked on his wrist then had to maneuver him slightly to do his splint. It just hadn’t been working, as he tried to reach for your hand just to hold it. 

As the painkillers were starting to wear off, he groaned as you tried to maneuver him around. You ended up tying the makeshift splint around his neck and you tried not to let your finger linger too long. You still noticed a light shiver from him, probably from the cold of the room. 

“You’re good to go, General. Just take it easy for a while.” 

He turned around to look deep into your eyes and thanked you sincerely, a slight blush on the apple of his cheeks. He stood up, a little less strong on his feet than usual, his half undone orange suit around his hips. 

“Hum… I know it’s unprofessional but would you… Would you mind helping me get…Get this back on?” he asked sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as his neck and cheeks reddened by the seconds. 

It wasn’t really on your job description but you had completely forgotten to tie the splint over his suit. 

“No, don’t worry.” You smiled softly. “I should’ve taken care of that earlier.”

You stepped forward, getting way closer to him, clearly in his personal space. His body was warm, his skin dewy. His breath hitched as you reached for his suit around him. He was staring, watching your every move.You were careful to not touch any possible bruises on his chest as you carefully helped him get it back on, also cautious of  his left shoulder and wrist.

You finally left out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding when you zipped his suit up, not high enough to cover the chain with a ring he was wearing around his neck. It looked like a wedding ring but you didn’t say anything before stepping away. 

“You’re finally good to go this time,” you announced, with a professional smile. 

“Thanks Doc,” he replied but didn’t move, still staring at you as you cleaned around the room.

“Are you alright ?” 

“Yeah I-...”

“Can I help you with anything ?” 

He opened his lips but didn’t respond, visibly deep in his thoughts, his brows furrowed.

“No, not really, I was just… wondering.”

You turned to him, giving him your full and undivided attention. He looked great especially for a man who just returned from war. Despite the splint holding his left arm and his clammy skin, with his disheveled dark hair and big brown eyes, he looked a little shy and absolutely adorable.

“What are you gonna do, now that the war is over ?,” he finally asked in a whisper.

“Oh..” You let out, taken a bit aback.  

It was a good question. As part of the Resistance since Leia rebuilded it, all you ever wanted was for the war to be won and over. You didn’t really know what you were going to do: it was too recent, too fresh. There was still so much to do to repair what the First Order had done. So you spoke truthfully. 

“I don’t know yet but I just can’t leave the Resistance when there’s still so much to do. I think I’ll still have to follow the orders of our Generals.”

He sighed out of near relief at your words. “I’m glad that we’ll be able to still count on you.” 

“You bet,” you chuckled under your breath, his starry eyes not missing a second of your expression, “Now go celebrate, it’s your victory too, General.” 

“You can call me Poe.” He offered with kind eyes and a smirk but his right hands scratching the back of his neck was a clear sign of shyness.

“Okay Poe, now get out of here before the entire squad of pilots comes looking for you.” 

He seemed to hesitate but after a last look at your encouraging eyes, he left with a warmer heart.

On Naboo

After the defeat of the Last Order, the ones in the Resistance could go back to their lives or finally start living their own lives. However, most of the Resistance was still active, reunited in an old base on Naboo, focused on rebuilding nations and democratie around the galaxies and making sure the First Order was finally in the past.

You were still working as a medic for most of the time but truly, your assistance wasn’t very much needed: the usual violence under the war was now rarer and the kids you trained during the war were doing an incredible job.

After long negotiations, the Generals personally insisted that you’d step up in a strategic position. That was how you ended up in the commander room, next a worried fellow strategist and across Finn, talking to Rose’s hologramm.

You had been feeling a disturbance all day, like an instinct that something, somewhere, was wrong but you couldn’t identify precisely what. You had been on your toe all day, looking for the slightest hint that something was going south like you felt through the Force.

Poe walked in when Rose bid farewell and promised to come back to the base soon. The room fell silent and you turned your head to find his eyes already on you, offering you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He stood in his usual white bottom down shirt but with a very serious face. 

“Rose is coming back as soon as possible from Esseles, no concret trace of the First Order and the locals were supportive and helpful,” Rey provided as a filler for the reunion he had just missed. 

“That’s great,” Poe started, leaning his shoulder on a wall. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans but with his brows furrowed, tensed shoulders and clenched jaw, he was the most stressed you’ve seen him in a while.  “Then it seems that I’m gonna be the bearer of bad news. We have reasons to believe there are recents traces of the First Order's sbires on Fondor.” 

“In the Tapani sector ?” Finn asked as he grew more agitated after Poe’s announcement. In a second, he was already looking through the maps for an itinerary.

“The old Imperial manufacture ? Are the guards alright ?” you continued, eyebrows furrowed in worry. 

It was it, the disturbance you’ve been feeling.

The council, made of the head of every department of the Resistance, had decided to send a small squad of Resistance guards in strategic places, Fondor being one of them. It was supposed to be only prevention, an easy surveillance job.

“They sent the alert but we haven’t been able to reach them since,”Poe informed all of you.  

The silence fell for a few seconds in the room before Rey and you stood up as one person. 

“We have to go,” she said, fists clenched. 

“We need to gather a team.,” you added, not missing a beat as Rey and you shared a knowing glance. 

“I already called our other best pilots. Rey and I will leave with them as soon as everyone is ready.”

Since Finn and Poe both became Generals, they usually didn’t go to the same mission together, just to make sure that the Resistance still had a general in case things got ugly. 

“How many ?” Finn asked, eyes still on the maps.

“Five fighter aircrafts, plus Rey’s and mine.” 

“Good, I expect constant communication then. Meeting dismissed.” Finn finished, tense as if he was going to the mission himself because he was sending his two of his favorite people of the galaxy.

You were already on your feet, walking at a fast pace to catch up with Poe. You were feeling restless. You needed to go with them.

“Eh Poe !” He turned around, a black curl falling softly on his forehead as he looked at you with his deep dark eyes and a glimpse of surprise. 

“Hi, love,” he greeted you like he usually did, stopping everything to give you his undivided attention despite the situation.

“Can I come, in case someone is in need of medical assistance?”

“No.” In a second, his jaw was clenched again and the inviting doe-eyes became harder. 

“What ? Why?” You were genuinely taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor. 

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head, his longer curls bouncing with the force of his movement. By the second, you saw his entire body language close, arms strongly crossed over his chest, accentuating his broad shoulders. He felt distant, difficult to reach, even through the Force, like never before.

“Why ?” You were even more baffled. It was the first time he acted this stubbornly with you, even when he insisted on you joining the Council as the head of the medical department. 

“You’re too important, too needed here. I-... We can’t risk losing you.”

“What are you talking about ? You’re sending Rey, who could be the fricking Last Jedi of the galaxy and yourself, our co-general and best pilot. If anything, we can’t risk losing you both,” you pleaded, passionately, not catching any sense or deeper meaning of his words or attitude.

“That’s not happening, you’re not going.” His jaw, shoulders and eyes softened when he met your eyes and saw the fire behind them. As usual the effect of looking at you and only you was instantaneous, it was like his heart was lighter. 

“Please, Poe, you know I’m the most qualified medic for this mission. I won’t disturb you guys, you can trust me.” 

“Oh, I trust you, I really do,”  he started, staring at you, desperate for you to get his point, “I know you’d be incredible on the field because that’s who you are but truly, I wouldn’t be able to focus on the mission in your presence, knowing this could put you in harms’ way. It’s not happening on my watch.” 

“I’ve been part of the Resistance since I was a teenager !” You rolled your eyes, in disbelief, not really hearing his defense because it wasn’t the clear autorisation you had expected. “I can do it ! I’ve been doing it for years !” 

“I’m sorry, love, it’s not gonna happen. I gotta be selfish on this one.” A last glance at your face as he murmured, only for you to hear and he turned around, leaving after Rey in the direction of the aircraft hangar.

A kid you trained ended up going as the medic on the mission instead of you. You were pissed, then annoyed and at the end of the day, when Rey announced that they had arrived on sight and that the guards were made prisoners, you were insanely worried. It was unfair, you should’ve been there: it was your job, your duty, your calling. 

You were seated in the mission control room, in direct communications with every single person on this mission, including Poe, who stepped up as a leader as always. As you heard his low voice murmure indications to fellow pilots, you thought back on what he said. 

I gotta be selfish. 

Poe, despite his fly-boy and reckless reputation, was a very thoughtful and passionate individual. He was very empathic, loved the Resistance as his family and would do anything for the greater good. 

So basing his refusal of your presence on a mission on his selfishness was surprising. Because selfishness wasn’t a word that came to your mind when thinking of him. Hot-headed, intelligent, sensible, charming. But not selfish. He became the general of the Resistance after the passing of the woman he admired and decided to share the title with the person he trusted the most with the best interest of the Resistance in mind. He was far from being selfish. 

Then what would be his own interest in getting you out of this mission anyway? It wasn’t like you’d disturb him in any way. 

I wouldn’t be able to focus on the mission in your presence.

Oh…

You finally realized. Behind his words were only pure, heartfelt sentiments: deep love and selfless care for you. 

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You hated waiting. You were a medic, always on your toe and in the heat of the action, even if it was a little far from the actual combat. You were always doing something but now, there was nothing to do except waiting for them to come back home. 

You knew the mission was a success, the guards were released and the remnant of the Last order were arrested.  

During the journey back, the communication had been disconnected. You hadn’t heard from the team in a while. Way too long for your liking. And you were too stressed to focus on anything else. 

“They’re here!” Everyone in the cafeteria jumped on their feet but you were too deep in your thoughts to move as quickly. What if something happened and you couldn’t do anything ? You always felt like you could do more to help the Resistance and felt left aside. 

You walked to the overcrowded hangar, worriness clouding your thoughts. 

Through the crowd, your eyes met Poe’s like he was already looking for you when you came in but he was surrounded by a lot of people as usual so you tried to look for everyone else, counting in your head to make sure the eight people of the intervention team were back. Slowly but surely, your anxiety subdued when you spotted the familiar faces. 

Relieved, you turned around to head to your quarter when a masculin voice called your name, loudly despite the chattering crowd. In an instant, Poe stood before you, visibly exhausted by the mission, in his orange suit he always managed to look beautiful in. He looked at you with a myriad of emotions you couldn’t quite identify but one stood out: affection. 

“I’m sorry for earlier,” he blurted out, sounding a little breathless, “I shouldn’t have let my personal feelings interfere with the mission. It was stupid, especially as a general. I’m so sorry.” 

“Poe…” You whispered, stepping a little closer to him and completely forgetting about the world around you. He looked so exhausted, his dark brown eyes so sincere and his shoulders slumped by the weight of everything. 

You didn’t know what you took over when you opened your arms with a kind but shy smile. Before you could think twice or retract your wordless offer, Poe crashed into your arms, his strong arms around your waist as he rested his head in your hair and neck. You embraced him, protecting him from the watchful glaces by closing your arms around him. 

You stayed there for a while, not talking, just in each other's arms, relieved and loved. It could’ve been weird, with everyone around you but for some reason, it felt like you two were alone together. In your own bubble. 

You two were walking around the base, without any purpose other than staying together and avoiding the crowd. In a large empty corridor, as you could see the door of your room a few meters away, Poe suddenly stopped, his eyes never leaving you.

“Are you alright ?” you worried, turning around as he stood there, hands twitching, resisting the pull he felt toward you.  

“I don’t want to spend another minute without you knowing how I feel,” he declared with sparkly eyes, running a hand through his messy dark brown hair, “I care about you. So much I can’t even begin to explain. I’m just sorry I showed it like that before the mission, by rejecting you...”

“It’s fine, Poe. I get it.” You reached forward, hesitantly placing your hands on his chest, looking in his eyes in earnest.  

“I love you. I love you more than anything else in this galaxy,” he confessed, cupping your jaw in his hand like you were the most precious jewel he had ever led his eyes on, “You are my friend, an essential part of our team but I wish for you to be more than that. I want you to be my love, my partner and my future. You have my entire heart in your hand and I want you to keep it forever. I love you, truly and deeply.”

You couldn’t stay here gasping. Bursting with emotions, you reached forward, by the neckline of his shirt to kiss him with passion, murmuring “i love you” to his lips.

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[the-little-ewok]

From the kissing prompts: “we didn't kiss each other good morning." with Poe please and thank you 🥺🥹

Pièce de rèsistance

Poe Dameron x G!N Reader

Rating : M

Wordcount : 2300 (ish)

Warnings : Cutesy cute fluff, body painting (kinda I guess 😂), lil bit of innuendo, kinda semi public make out, brief illusion/discussion on public sex (doesn't happen), rated M purely just for a lil sexual content.

Summary : You always kiss Poe good morning, but on the day you don't, he's going to make you pay the debt with interest.

A/N: yes I know X-Wing paint probably isn't safe to be on your skin. No I don't care. Let me live fanfiction how I like 😂

@dailyreverie - I hope you enjoy this silly little story!

Un-beta'd so sorry for the mistakes

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You squeak in shock, dropping your paintbrush to the ground as a pair of arms suddenly slip around your waist, relaxing when you hear a familiar chuckle from behind you.

"Good morning," Poe mumbles, burying his face in your neck as he cuddles you tightly against his chest.

"Good afternoon," you tease with a giggle, hugging his arms briefly, before you loosen his grip enough to turn and face him. His hair is still a ruffled mess, and there's stubble on his chin that tells he's thrown on some clothes and come straight to you from bed. Your heart flutters a little at the sweetness.

"You know you don't have to do this?" He gestures to his X-Wing that you'd been repainting for the morning, using whatever leftover paints you could find. After the latest battle the paintwork had taken some heavy damage, and since Poe didn't have time to do it himself, you had offered to fix it up for him, if only to stop his sad grimace everytime he looked at the ship. You were sure of two things in life, that Poe loved you, and that he might just love his ship a little more.

"I know but I'm enjoying it. It's kinda therapeutic," you shrug. "How's your day been? Well the bit you've been awake for," you tease with a grin.

Poe sighs, "not a great start to be honest. I woke up in an empty bed and realised we didn't kiss each other good morning."

He does a fairly good job of trying to look unhappy, which you are sure he probably is, at least a little bit, but there's a tiny twitch at the corner of his lips that tells you he's teasing.

"I seem to remember that's because you were still asleep. I think there's a word for people that do things when you're asleep," you wink at him and Poe gives a soft laugh, shaking his head.

"You should have woken me up," he complains with a pout. "I wouldn't have minded."

You snort with laughter.

"Now we both know that's not true! Have you ever met you when someone wakes you up? Maker, I'd rather face down the First Order alone."

"What are you talking about? I'm sure I'm absolutely delightful," Poe grins at you, clearly knowing full well he is not in any way delightful when his sleep is interrupted. Thankfully waking him wasn't something you had needed to do very often.

Whether it was for missions, strategy ideas he needed to note down, or more recently nightmares he couldn't stop, Poe was usually awake before you, no matter how early you woke up. Morning kisses had become somewhat of a routine, and if you were honest, you had missed that this morning. But Poe needed the sleep and so when you awoke to the pilot still dozing beside you, you had decided to allow him the rest. In fact, you had taken things a little further to make sure he would stay asleep for as long as he needed.

Poe had been working long into the night training new recruits, fixing resistance ships, trying to get them into some semblance of fighting condition again, and generally running himself into the ground. Almost every night for a week he had barely collapsed into bed before he was up again and back to it. The circles under his eyes had become worryingly dark, and no matter how many times you begged him to slow down and take a break, he insisted he couldn't.

So while the pilot was sleeping you had crept out of bed, and taken matters into your own hands to ensure he got a decent amount of sleep, at least for today.

Watching Poe fish out his watch from his pocket, the one he always puts on the nightstand when he comes to bed with his alarm set, you bite your lip nervously.

"I would have been awake but somehow I seem to have lost the battery from this. No idea how considering it would have had to come unscrewed, be removed and screw the back in again. Pretty impressive technology to do all that by itself without me noticing, don't you think?" He muses, holding it up between you.

"Poe," you start, ready to apologise and explain.

"I do feel better though now. I guess I really needed the extra couple of hours," he interupts with a soft smile. The worry dissipates just as quickly as it had coiled in your belly.

"You aren't mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" He gives you a purely boyish grin, raising an eyebrow. "Wait… you don't...you don't happen to know anything about this do you?"

You shake your head, "Nope. Absolutely nothing. Haven't touched it, haven't even seen it. When did you even get that? I've no idea what it is," you giggle, playing along.

Poe hums thoughtfully, regarding you with playful suspicion before he slides the temporarily useless watch back into his pocket.

"Well, if you do happen to see the battery anywhere, I would like it back, eventually."

You nod in confirmation, said battery suddenly feeling like it was burning a hole in your pocket. "Duly noted. I'll keep my eyes open,"

"Good," Poe nods, knowing he will find his watch magically fixed and back on the nightstand by tomorrow morning. "Now, I do need to address this kiss issue. You now owe me a kiss good morning, a kiss to say thank you for coming all the way across here to get the good morning kiss, a kiss to make up for missing the first kiss, and," he pauses, looking at his wrist to check his watch, before he remembers he isn't wearing it anymore. "I'm sure by the time we are done with those you'll owe me your afternoon missed you kiss."

"That's a lot of kisses all in one go." You sigh dramatically, giving him a serious look. "Do you think you can handle that all at once? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Poe gives you a look of warning, one that tells you he'll be bringing that back up later, if only to prove how easily he can overwhelm you.

Taking your hand he all but drags you around the back of the X-Wing, where the noise of people coming and going seems more muted. It's nowhere near private, but it's about as private as you can get with the limited amount of time you have together.

"Up you go," he instructs, gesturing to the crates you had stacked into steps in order to reach the higher parts of the ship on this side. You blink at him in confusion, unsure if you've heard him correctly above the noise, but he simply gestures again for you to go up. Curiously you do as he asks, wondering what he's up to now.

Poe carefully follows until you reach the top. It isn't high but you notice Poe keeps one hand on your hip, just in case you do wobble.

When you reach the top he spins you to face him, before backing you up and pressing your back against the X-wing, pinning your body to the metal with his. Maker it sends heat flashing across your skin to have him so close. You realise this is why he wanted you up here, out of the way, unable to escape making the payment he demands.

"Kisses. Now."

"You're so cute when you're impatient," you giggle. Moving your hand to hold the side of his neck you pull his lips to yours, unable to wait any longer yourself.

You take your time with the kiss, kissing his top and bottom lip before you fully kiss him, your other hand slotting your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, holding him close. Poe pouts when you pull away before he's anywhere near enough of you.

"Good morning," you grin.

Before he has a chance to reply you press your lips to his a second time. This time you kiss him a little longer, but only long enough for him to run his tongue along your lower lip, seeking to deepen the kiss. You pull away with a devilish grin, ignoring his unimpressed look.

"I'm sorry you had to walk 60 yards to get your good morning kiss. Must be a terrible time for you with all those long steps across the yard," you tease sarcastically.

"Less talking, more paying kisses," Poe grumbles, his cheeks already flushed, his fingers digging into your hips as he grips you tightly. Along with Poe's long hours came the fact that you didn't have much awake time to spend together, and clearly it was starting to become a struggle for you both.

With a grin you drag his mouth back to yours, the kiss escalating faster this time, Poe's body pressing tighter against you. You kiss him hard this time, allowing your tongue to dip into his mouth, pulling a soft groan from the pilot who's turned to putty in your hands. You tangle your fingers in his curls and tug gently, causing him to nip your bottom lip in shock. He gets his revenge by slotting his thigh between your legs, making you gasp.

"Poe, people might see," you whimper against his mouth, desperately fighting back the urge to grind down against his leg.

"Let them see the consequences of missed kisses," he shrugs, staying exactly where he is. "Sooner you pay what's owed the sooner I might let you go."

You bite your lip, picking up on the might in his words. "What if I like being right here?"

Poe lets out a groan, pressing you harder against the ship. You're both breathing a little heavier now, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Don't tempt me. The extra hours sleep have given me a lot of energy," he whispers in your ear.

Oh well now you want nothing more than to tempt him, to drag his mouth to yours and let him devour you. But you know deep down now isn't the time, or the place.

Still, you can't quite quell the lustful thoughts that fill your mind.

"I owe you one more kiss," you offer temptingly.

"Trust me, I want to kiss you again so bad but if I do, I think the resistance is going to see a lot more of you than you want them to," Poe laughs softly, running his nose up the column of your neck as he holds you close. "Perhaps we need to keep a log and you can pay later?"

While you nod in agreement you still can't help stealing a quick kiss from him. It's nothing more than a fleeting brush of your lips against his, but Poe's smile lights up his face at the gesture. Both of you have missed the time to be close like this, to have the energy for this playfulness.

When he finally lets you step away from the ship, after another two quick kisses, he suddenly bursts out laughing. You frown, once more confused before he spins you around to see your own body print in the paint that has clearly not quite dried.

"Oh no!" You groan, reaching around to feel the wet paint on your back. Bringing your hand back around you see the black coating your fingers and let out a curse. "Shit. I'll have repaint it!"

"Leave it there," Poe grins, "It's very artistic." He tilts his head, as though admiring it like a painting. "Yeah, I like it. Especially this bit," he gestures to the perfect imprint of your ass against the ship.

"It looks a mess now," you sigh sadly. Your intention had been to make the ship look better, not worse.

"Actually, I was just thinking we could come back tonight and do your front on the other side," Poe shrugs. You feel heat creeping up your neck at his suggestion.

"Poe, you are not flying around with my body imprints on your ship!"

"Yeah," he nods entirely ignoring you, "maybe we could do them in a different colour? I'm sure we have some more orange paint laying around. Could paint all my favourite parts." He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you try not to laugh.

"Absolutely not!"

Poe sighs, resigned that you aren't enamoured by the idea of the entire resistance seeing you plastered against his ship, before he grins in an all too familiar, worrying way.

"What about if it was somewhere only I would see? Like the cockpit? Little bit of paint on some, select areas," he squeezes your ass making you jump with a squeak. "We could put it on the pilot's seat. Consider it interest for failing to pay your kisses on time."

You turn to stare at him as he wipes the paint he's gotten on himself from touching you, on the side of his pants, trying to work out if he's serious. He can't really want you to leave an imprint of your ass in his ship. But when he meets your gaze he's deadly serious and you burst into laughter. It's absolutely absurd that of all the tokens you could give him to travel with, that's what he wants.

"Is that a yes?" Poe laughs. "It'll be fun. I'll make it fun," he promises, his tone dropping to imply exactly the kind of fun he means.

You really should be considering how little the cockpit is, how uncomfortable it might be to squeeze you both in, how impractical his suggestion is, but the amusement is so bright in his eyes it obliterates anything else. You don't want to crush his little fantasy just yet, so you laugh with a nod.

"Alright Flyboy, you got a deal. Now go fetch me the paint so I can fix this." You gesture to the smudged mess of your imprint.

"One second," Poe pauses, staring at it hard "just committing it to memory."

You roll your eyes at him.

"If I push you off, I could say it was an accident," you threaten. Poe laughs looking down at the floor before back at you. He launches himself the crates, easily jumping down, landing gracefully on his feet and grinning up at you. He takes a dramatic bow, one that shouldn't be as cute as it is.

"By the way," he shouts as he disappears around the ship to retrieve your paint can, "you owe me another kiss for fetching you this."

Maker, at this rate you'll never get the job done

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[imagineyourworld]

Maybe Poe Dameron and the quote, “Why do you guys hang out so much now?” Pretty please? :3

Ok, so I think the scenario I have come up with could go either way, but I've chosen to have Poe be the one to say the quote. (I'm so sorry for the ending, btw, it kinda got away from me...)

Warnings: This contains mentions of canon-typical violence and mention of (character) death and killing

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Your romance with Poe should have been one for the history books. The two of you joined the Resistance around the same time, and the first time you laid eyes on each other you felt that spark. It may not have been love at first sight, but it certainly didn't take long for a love to build. The two of you spent two happy years together and everyone, including you, thought you'd last forever. But then the war began to really pick up. Poe was sent on longer and longer missions ever more frequently while you were stuck at base, hoping, praying, that he was alright, that he would return to you. And he always did. After each mission, but especially successful ones, you found yourself in the cantina, Poe's arm around you, listening to the stories he told. He talked about the planets he saw, the people he got to know, and the risks he took. For some reason it never really occurred to you that those risks might one day lead to Poe being injured, or even dying. He had survived everything the universe threw at him, in your eyes he was immortal, until one day BB-8 rolled up to your work station, beeping frantically about Poe and the medbay. It wasn't that bad, a few broken bones, a fractured rip, and a cut on his shoulder that looked worse than it actually was. Nothing a night in a bacta tank wouldn't fix. It weren't the injuries that brought your blood to a boil but rather Poe's reaction. He didn't take them seriously, he didn't admit that he had been taking stupid risks all along and that one of them finally caught up to him. Only when he saw tears shining in your eyes did he promise to be more careful. That promise lasted for exactly three days. The two of you fought more regularly, always about Poe taking risks. He would insist that those risks were calculated, that he was saving lives and would always return to you. You argued that he was doing it for fame, that you couldn't concentrate on your work, couldn't eat or sleep, when you knew he was off on some mission and could be lying dead on some random planet. He didn't take your worries seriously, kept trying to talk you out of them, and that's when you realised that maybe you would be better off alone.

The first weeks after the breakup were rough. Poe went on more and more missions, barely going more than a day or two in between. You could count on one hand how often you had seen him since you broke up with him that fateful night. But you slowly began to feel better. You still loved Poe, knew that a part of you would always love him, but you realised that you could live a life without him. You went out more again, spent more time with friends, and months after the breakup you met someone new. He wasn't a pilot but a mechanic, someone who would be on base most of the time, who wouldn't take risks and was careful by nature. You didn't have a name for what the two of you were just yet, but you hung out alone more often than not, spent your nights just talking underneath the stars, shared a few kisses. And you thought that maybe you could learn to love someone who wasn't Poe Dameron.

While you slowly found happiness again, Poe fell deeper and deeper into despair. At first he had thought that once he returned from the first mission after the breakup everything would return to normal, you'd both apologise and would go on the way you always had. But then you refused to even look at him every time the two of you crossed paths. It took him a while, took a few near death experiences and a couple of good pilots not making it, for him to realise that maybe you had been right. He finally tried to be more careful, telling himself before each mission that he'd just have to get through this and then he could ask you to be his again. In his mind it wasn't as much a breakup as a break until he got his head right. Now imagine his surprise when he heard talk around base that you had moved on. There was no label on what you and the mechanic were, many thought the two of you were just friends, but Poe had to know, asking you was a risk he would have to take, even if it led to a broken heart. So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on your door. You opened it without thought, expecting a friend or one of your superiors. But to your surprise it was none other than Poe Dameron. He didn't give you time to speak before he asked a question you knew would haunt your dreams. "Why do you guys hang out so much now?" You knew that he was really asking if you had moved on, if you loved the mechanic like you had loved Poe once upon a time. You invited him in, told him to sit down. The room was familiar, it was the same room the two of you had shared when you had been together, and it broke Poe to imagine you in this room, in this bed, with someone else. You could basically feel the hurt and worry radiating off of him, so you told him everything. How you had been hurting, how you had tried to move on, how you had finally found a way to be okay with Poe leaving and risking his life every other day. What you didn't tell him was that you still loved him, that he held a piece of your heart in the palm of his hand that could never belong to another. But as Poe begged for another chance, told you that he was sorry and that he loved you over and over again, you managed to be strong, to not give in. It was for the best. You couldn't spend your entire life worrying about Poe, and he had to concentrate on killing bad guys and not getting killed in the process without being distracted by thoughts of you. "Let's talk when all this is over, okay?" Your words reassured Poe a tiny bit, told him that there was still hope and that maybe he hadn't been replaced by the mechanic. You shared a kiss full of longing, love, and hope. A kiss that was supposed to signal a new chapter in your relationship, even though you wouldn't read it for some time. Neither of you had expected it to be your last kiss, because only days later the First Order found your base while most squadrons were away on missions, leaving you with little to no defense, and killed everyone inside. Poe returned days later, only to find you dead in the bed the two of you had once shared.

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[ghostofskywalker]

Bestieeeeee hi!! I’m sorry your semester’s been so rough 😔 sending all the love in the world your way, and I hope you have the best time ever with your writing!! ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request a Poe fic, maybe where it’s his or the reader’s first time seeing snow? Or maybe just a picnic in some nice weather, to celebrate spring FINALLY arriving lol. Whatever you’re feeling! 💗💗

thank you! i'm just trying to remember that it'll be over in a few weeks, and then summer will be here!

words: 660

summary: poe surprises you with a picnic.

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Spring Surprises

“Can I take this blindfold off now?” You had been wearing it for a concerningly long time, and the fact that Poe had just shown up at your quarters and practically demanded that you follow him was already a little concerning. When you left the base building and he handed you a blindfold, that confusion and concern grew tenfold. 

“No, we’re not there yet!” Poe said. His tone was exasperated, but to his credit, you had basically just been asking him the same few questions the entire time. When you were flying your X-Wing against a battalion of First Order fighters you trusted your best friend with your life, right now you were a little worried about what was about to happen.

Although, given recent events, you weren’t sure if “best friend” was the correct title for Poe at this point. After a night of drinking and revelry with the other rebels had gotten out of hand, the two of you had shared a kiss in the hallway outside of your quarters, and you hadn’t really gotten the chance to discuss it yet. The feeling of his lips against yours was still so fresh in your mind, and you desperately wanted to know how he felt about you (and if things would be moving further) but you also didn’t want to be rejected. And honestly, being led through the woods outside the base with a blindfold over your eyes felt a little bit like all the rejection you needed. If he was going to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way, a simple message to your datapad would have sufficed. 

The weather was nice at least. You could feel the sunlight on your skin and a soft breeze rustled through the area, running over your skin in a pleasing manner. You could hear the birds chirping and the sound of a nearby creek running, and decided that even if this day turned out to be terrible, at least the weather was nice. It had been too cold recently, and it hadn’t helped that you had recently gotten back from a mission on Hoth, so anything was nice compared to that climate. 

After what felt like forever, you heard Poe tell you to stop and take the blindfold off. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light, and you almost couldn’t believe what you saw. 

Laid out among a patch of lush grass, was a blue and white blanket, and the biggest basket you had ever seen in your life was laying on top of it. “What is all this?” you asked quietly, turning to Poe. 

“I wanted to take you someplace nice for our first date,” he said bashfully. “But unfortunately we’re kind of stuck in a galactic war right now, so a full vacation was out of the question. The general helped me set this up though, and neither of us have to report to any kind of duty today.” 

You were almost lost for words, but one of the things he said stuck out in your mind. “Our first date?” 

“Yeah,” he responded. “Did you not want to-” 

“No!” you said, cutting him off. “Poe, I like you more than anyone else here, and I definitely want to be on a date with you, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way when you didn’t say anything to me after the kiss.” 

“I wanted to say something, but I also wanted to surprise you,” he said, reaching down to take your hand. 

You leaned in close to place a kiss on his cheek before walking over to the blanket and sitting down. “I think you’ve successfully accomplished that, flyboy. Now, are you going to join me or am I going to sit here and enjoy this weather all by myself?” 

The smile on his face grew even more as he sat down, and you never wanted this moment to end. 

- the end -

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[sturkillerbase]

May the 4th Celebration

Request by @boliv-jenta

"I love this idea! Could I have prompts "Is that my shirt?" and "Character A shows up on character B's doorstep, drenched head to toe. Character B is not amused." with, in honor of the Moon Knight finale, Poe Dameron? Friends with, recently added, benefits."

Gender Neutral reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: being tipsy; mentions of smut but no actual smut; shrimp?

A/N: we're almost on june 4th by now, but life's been a mess. I'm sorry about that. I haven't written for Poe in ages, so I hope I was able to catch his spirit.

The smell of freshly minced herbs filled the kitchen, bringing a smile to Poe’s lips. He loved the way they smelled. And he loved to cook – something that he didn’t get to do too often given his work with the Resistance, and especially now that he was a general.

He was on the first day of a very deserving vacation. It was going to be short – honestly, he didn’t want to be away for too long – but it was enough for him to get some rest.

It was the beginning of autumn, so it was rather cold outside. There was a torrential rain as well, large, heavy drops making loud sounds as they hit the floor and the window glass. But inside his home, Poe was cozy. There was music playing, the mise en place for his dinner was almost done, he had a good bottle of wine, and his glass was filled. He was at ease, and nothing could disturb him.

That is, until someone knocked on his front door.

He stopped his hands mid-chopping, moving only his eyes towards the source of the sound. The music on his speakers wasn’t too loud, but the rain was. Could it really be someone knocking? Maybe it was just the wind. He resumed chopping his herbs.

And there it was again.

This time there could be no mistaking, the knock was too loud. He put the knife down and pulled the dish cloth off his shoulder. “It better not be a damn problem…” he murmured to himself while cleaning his hands on the cloth and then tossing it over his shoulder again. Who else would be out there, under the rain and the cold night, if not for someone from the Resistance reaching out to him due to whatever problem that may have risen? The loud knocking was there again.

“I’m coming!” he shouted, rather tetchy.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to not see someone in Resistance uniform, but you, all dressed up, but drenched head to toe, makeup smudged under your eyes from the rain.

“Hello, there!” you said, cheerfully.

Oh, great. You had been drinking. He could tell because you had this particular way of greeting people whenever you drank. He couldn’t exactly explain it, but he could see it in the way you moved.

“What the hell?” He asked, in disbelief.

“I went out drinking with a friend and thought I’d come by to say hello, since, you know, your house is on the way.” You told him. “Hello!”

“Why are you drenched?” He asked again.

“There’s, like, a storm going on.” You pointed over your shoulder to the rain with your thumb.

“Yeah, I know. But why didn’t you wait for it to calm down or hail a cab?”

“We were waiting for the rain to stop, but it didn’t, so we just decided to face it.” You shrugged.

After staring at you for a few more seconds, he huffed and stepped aside for you to come in.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It’s dangerous.” He told you as he closed the door. “It’s windy, and there are lightning bolts. Something could’ve happened.” He crossed his arms, staring at you.

“Well, nothing happened.” You stated.

“But it could!” He insisted, sternly.

“Maker, you sound like my mom.” You said and he huffed again.

“Someone has to talk sense into your mind.” He responded. “You get reckless when you drink. I’ve told you not to drink alone. At least you’re not completely drunk.”

“I wasn’t alone, I was with a friend.”

“A friend who was drinking along with you and probably encouraging you to drink more.”

“Why are you being so dramatic about it? It’s not like you care that much.” The last sentence caught him, and he couldn’t understand why you’d say that.

“And why do you think that?” He asked you. You avoided his look and just shrugged. He sighed before speaking again. “Take your clothes off and go take a warm shower. I’ll get you a towel.”

He walked to his room to get a towel and you started to undress. When he came back, you were in your underwear only.

“Take those off too—” He started, but you cut him off.

“Ooh, something in mind, Poe Dameron?” You smiled mischievously at him.

“No.” he said simply. “I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.” You made a pouty face at him, but he just stared back at you, not amused.

“Well, if you don’t plan on doing anything then don’t just stand there and stare at me while I undress.” You told him, getting more serious now.

“It’s not like I haven’t seem you naked before.” He said.

“Still!” You counteracted and he rolled his eyes, looking away from you and extending his hand with the towel to you.

You did as he said, taking off the remaining clothes and grabbing the towel from his hand. Maybe you shouldn’t care if he sees you naked now that you had benefits in your friendship, but to be fair, it was pretty recent, and strutting around naked in his house seemed different than having sex with him in a room with little to no lights.

You wrapped the towel around your body and started making way to the bathroom.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” He told you while grabbing all of your wet clothes from the floor.

“What will it be?” you stopped on the doorway to look back at him, curious about what it was that he was making. You had always loved his cooking.

“Shrimp pasta.” He half yelled, already making his way to the laundry room.

You silently celebrated with yourself; out of all the dishes he’s cooked that you’ve tried before, shrimp pasta was your favorite. Apart from the brownie, of course. It had unique ingredients in it, and he even called them ‘Poe’s Brownie Delights’.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water run through your body, letting it heat your skin and bones back up. Now that you were sobering up, thanks to the walking and the rain, you realized how cold it really was, and that Poe was right, walking on the streets with a storm above you on a cold night was a very bad idea. You wouldn’t confess that to him though.

Once you were done, you stepped off and dried yourself, wrapping the towel around your body again to walk to his bedroom. You now had a drawer of your own in his place, which you had brought some of your clothes and other personal items to fill with. He had done the same, having a drawer of his own at your place too. It made things easier, especially when the moments you shared together got too heated up, getting your clothes dirty or, sometimes, torn apart. That was mostly his doing. Well, because of that, you had no shirts left at his place. You were supposed to bring a couple more, but you had forgotten. You sighed, closing your drawer and turning to his wardrobe. Opening the door, you scammed it quickly to find the stack of shirts, and just grabbed the first one you saw. It was a white long-sleeved shirt with a quote from his favorite book on it, and it smelled dangerously like him.

After putting it on, you made your way to the kitchen. The table was already set for two, and by the smell of it, the food was almost ready. You took a seat and watched him cook. He grabbed a small spoon and picked some sauce from the pot, handing the spoon to you.

“How does it taste?” He asked. It was only when you tried it that you realized how hungry you were.

“It tastes delicious, as always.” You told him and handed the spoon back to him.

He took it from your hand and gave you a cute little smile. When he had turned away, he quickly turned back, looking at your torso.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked, squinting his eyes at the piece.

“Yeah. I have no shirts left here because someone tore them apart.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you looked so good in them, I had to rush in.” He shrugged and turned to turn the stove off.

“The least you could do was buy me new ones, you know?”

“What for? I just found out how good you look in my shirts.” He told you nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder to wink at you.

The sentence, followed by the act, made you blush, and you felt a familiar pressure on your lower body.

Escaping his gaze and trying to distract yourself, you reached for the bottle of wine to fill your glass. But Poe was faster.

“Nu-uh. You’ve had enough of this for tonight.” He grabbed the bottle from your hand and put it away, handing you a jar of juice instead.

You were about to retort when a loud thunder cut you off before you could say a word, and with that, the lights were out. Poe cursed in the darkness, and you heard him open a few drawers and fuss with whatever it was that was in them. He found what he was looking for, and soon the dim light of a lighter illuminated his face. He lit two candles and placed them on the table.

He turned back to the stove, retrieving the pot with the shrimp pasta from it and placing it on the table. It looked delicious, and it smelled wonderful. He served you first and then himself.

He sat down on his chair with a contented sigh. Finally, he was having the peaceful meal he had been planning for the entire week, counting down the days until his vacation.

After a few minutes of eating in silence – only interrupted by you to compliment his cooking skills every now and then – he giggled.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Isn’t it romantic? You and me having a candlelit dinner, some wine, the rain falling outside…” He said, a dumb smile on his face. You stared at him with a confused look on your face.

“I thought it was you who said we shouldn’t make our relationship romantic.” You said.

“Uh- yeah. I know. I’m not saying we’re romantic. I’m just saying it’s a romantic setting.” He explained, but his voice was slightly off.

“Yeah, right.” You said, ironically.

He cleared his throat louder than he needed to, and you returned to eating in silence.

After you were done, you walked to the window on his living room. Through the glass, you watched the rain fall on the yard, having formed a few puddles and a couple frogs jumped around the grass. Your bodies were pressed together as you leaned on the window frame, and the warmth coming from him was comforting.

“You were right.” You said, and he hummed in response, looking at you to know what exactly you had meant. “This is quite romantic.” You admitted. He raised a brow at you and watched you, but smiled and turned back to the window. “I lied.” You told him after a few more minutes.

“I know.” He said, without looking away from the window.

“You don’t even know what it is that I lied about.” You contested.

“About coming by to say hello because my house is on the way? I know.” He said and you looked at him in surprise. How could he know? He giggled when he looked at your confused face as you stared at him. “I know the bar you go to. My place is not on the way back. It’s the opposite.” He smiled to himself as he told you so.

He was right. The bar was not on the way to his place, and not even that close to be honest. You walked there, semi drunk, under a storm, just because you wanted to see him. But now that he had admitted reading through you so easily, you didn’t feel like admitting that to him anymore. So you just stood there silently.

“Why do you think I don’t care about you?” He asked, regarding your previous statement from when you arrived.

“I don’t know. We’re friends, but we agreed on having benefits. I guess I just assumed you didn’t care that much about me, given that this kind of relationship don’t normally happen between people who care too deeply about each other.” You didn’t know if it made sense, but that’s the only way you could think of to explain it to him. He pondered about it for a second.

“Well, that’s not true. Not to me, at least. I’m not only interested in you for sex. We’ve been friends for a long time now, and we’re friends before we’re anything else. I do care about you.” He told you, and he meant it.

You looked up at him as he spoke, and smiled when he finished his words.

“I care about you too.” You told him.

He stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, I know that too. It’s hard for someone not to care about me when I look this good.”  He said, holding back a smirk. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “But you know what looks better than me?” Well, that was new. What could Poe possibly consider to be better looking than him?

“What?” You looked up at him.

“You.” He kissed the back of your neck. “With my shirt on.” He kissed your shoulder. “On my bed.” He kissed the sweet spot on your neck, and you melted.

“And you on top of me is a beautiful sight as well.” You told him, eyes closed as you leaned onto him.

He groaned against your skin, picking you up and immediately taking you to his room.

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Hihi! :) could I please request some headcannons for various star wars boys with a really short reader? (Your star wars boys marriage headcannons was so good it urged me to send you this ask hehe 😆)

Various Star Wars Boys Headcanons: With a Short! Reader.

A/N: Hi, thank you so much! I am super sorry for the hella long wait, but unfortunately, between school and work I've had absolutely zero free time. Hope you'll still enjoy this anyway! Also, I fell like I should point out that there are mentions of wearing heels in a few of the headcanons, but it's all still very gender neutral.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, The Mandalorian\Din Djarin, Poe Dameron, Cal Kestis.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

-Obi-Wan will probably not even notice your height for quite a while, he's not one to really pay attention to physical appearances. He will only realise how tall he is compared to you once he starts to develop feelings for you, and even then he will never treat it like a big deal. Might not even mention it unless you do it first. 

-Appreciates when you wear heels, not because he thinks you look prettier with them on, he always thinks you're stunning no matter what, but because it really helps his neck and back to not have to lean\look down quite as much. Forgive him, he's not quite as spry as he used to be. 

-But if you wear them because you feel insecure about your height? Obi-Wan will do anything he can to dissuade you from wearing them. Whether with more subtle comments or with showers of compliments, he will absolutely not rest until he is sure you know how amazing you are. 

-If you were to try and climb something because you cannot reach a high place, Obi-Wan will insist on doing it for you. He usually never stops you from doing things on your own, mostly because he doesn't want to overstep; Independence is important and no matter how much he'd rather do everything for you, he knows you have lived most of your life without him, and you are more than capable of looking after yourself, but he really can't refrain himself from helping you when there's a chance you might injure yourself. If you really want to do it on your own, he will understand, but please, for his sake, won't you at least let him stand behind you so that he could catch you if you were to fall?

-Obi-Wan is notoriously almost impossible to fluster, he is too mature and also, but that is something reserved only for you, too suave for it, and although you might have tried in the past, you have never quite found his weakness. Until one day, without even thinking about it, you decided to wear his robe. The instant he came home and saw you, he flushed to the tip of his ears. He is still going to at least try and keep his composure to compliment you as he usually would, but stars above you're killing him.

He's definitely going to stay closer than usual for the rest of the day, and for as shy as he has suddenly gotten, he won't refrain himself, because that wouldn't be fair to you, from showering you in appreciation, just don't tease him or you might actually give him a heart attack. He really isn't used to this after all.

-Even if you are not insecure about it, Obi-Wan will never tease you about your height. Even when he pokes some lighthearted fun at you, he always makes sure to steer clear of the more "serious" things like personality or appearance. He never wants to risk actually hurting you. 

-Obi-Wan absolutely takes the time to help you find shops that sell petite clothing options. Whenever he's travelling, be it with you or because he's on a mission, if he finds himself in a city or market he will make sure to keep both of his eyes open.

He also keeps a list of all the places he deems good enough, with little scribbled stars next to the ones he's positive you'd like. He knows how difficult finding your size tends to be for you, and that more often than not you end up having to make alterations anyway, so he's really glad to make that tedious job easier.

-When the two of you walk next to each other Obi-Wan always watches his strides. A step for him equates to two for you, and he never wants you to get tired by running after him.

Anakin Skywalker:

-Considering his height Ani can, and 100% will, hold the things you were trying to reach for so high above your head that no amount of stretching will be of any help. Don't worry, he's going to give them back even immediately… as long as you are willing to pay the ransom. Which will always consist in a kiss, it is so unoriginal that at some point you started doing it before he even got the chance to ask.  

If you were ever to suggest that he could simply ask for a kiss, you're going to hear a minutes long rant about why he's definitely not going to do that, and how could you make him renounce his fun, he's already a Jedi, have some compassion.

-While hugging Anakin you will be lifted off the ground, and more often than not spun around too. It doesn't matter at all how much you weight, you're still so small, and honestly, he could hold you close for hours on end if he got the chance, do you really expect him to stay bent down for that long? Still, you can definitely tell that he not-so-secretly loves your height difference, even when he uses this as a chance to poke some lighthearted fun at you. 

-Being the voice of reason in your relationship comes with the slight downside that Ani can't stand when your arguments make more sense than his, especially if you start sounding like Obi-Wan. He is not going to get angry at you, but when he's annoyed, he definitely becomes aggravating.

Especially because he loves to pretend that he can't hear you when you're making a good point. What do you expect him to do, he's so tall, and you're so short, of course he can't hear you, maybe you should get a megaphone or better yet, a ladder. On a strangely positive note, if you kick his shins to make him bend down and listen, he's not even going to pretend to be upset about it, but he is going to laugh.

-If all your climbing skills are getting displayed while you're trying to reach something that is a little too high and Anakin is there to witness, you will surely hear cheers and a little too loud encouragements being thrown at you. For once, he's not actually being embarrassing on purpose, and he will help you if you ask him to, but he won't offer to aid you himself, why should he? He knows you're more than capable of doing it on your own, and anyone with even a slight Force affinity would be able to tell that he is more than ready to catch you, but he’d much rather clap for you once you've managed it on your own.

-Ani couldn't care less if you can kick his ass into next week with your eyes closed, he still feels like he needs to shield you from all the dangers of the world. Well, to be honest, he'd still feel that way no matter your height, but he'd be lying if he said that your small stature doesn't intensify his need to hold you close and never let go. Also he really loves feeling like your protector, it makes him feel needed. 

-If you are ever at a concert, event or any other situation that would require you to look at something while in the middle of a crowd, Anakin will either find you a place where you can actually see, or straight up lift you over his shoulders. He doesn't wait for you to ask, and he never complains, and if anyone else tries to make a mean comment about it, he's gonna give them a single look that will make them instantly shut up.

Luke Skywalker:

-Luke always leans or sits down when he's talking to you, he doesn't want to make you feel like he's towering over you, or for you to have to bend your neck to look up for too long. 

-Like father like son, Luke will also pick you up while hugging you, but accidentally. He doesn't even realise the moment your feet start lifting off the ground, and in all probability neither did you, not when you're both melting into each other. If you point it out, he will immediately lower you back down and apologise, and although he will definitely be more careful, he isn't going to let go, he has no problem being the one to bend down.

-Luke has no problem whatsoever with your height, and he pretty much forgets about it most of the time. But there are other times, like when you're curled up while sleeping and you look so small, or when the two of you are holding hands and his engulfs your own, or when you have to ask him to bend down for a kiss, that he can’t refrain himself from finding you… adorable. He never says that out loud in case it might hurt your feelings, or make you think that he doesn't realise what a force of nature you are, but you might still figure it out anyway, when he looks at you like you're the most precious thing he has ever seen.

-On that same note, Luke will absolutely melt if you ever wear something of his. Whether it is a shirt that reaches almost all the way to your knees, or his robe that he gives you when you're cold within which you almost disappear, has little importance, either way his face is going to tint red and a lovesick smile is going to spread across his face, no matter how many times he has seen you before.

-If you ever were to hide behind him for whatever reason, he is going to get comically proud of himself, but really, Luke doesn't often get the chance to feel big and strong, and although he definitely is, he is also often underestimated until he proves himself, also, most of the people he cares for are fighters to the core and extremely independent, so he doesn't often get the chance to be a protector and he will admit without shame, that it feels really nice to know that you look to him for reassurance.

-When you are walking together through a thigh packed crowd, Luke will stand in front of you and shield you with his body. It is one of the very rare times where he doesn't ask for your permission to do something for you, of course you could do it without him, but if he can spare you from even just a single push or elbow to the ribs, if he can prevent even a single bruise, than to him it is worth your indignation. But if you were to thank him for being thoughtful? He's a goner.    

Han Solo:

-It goes without saying that Han wouldn't be Han if he didn't always have a ‘short’ joke ready. 

Although he is uncharacteristically optimistic when facing impossible odds, any other time his cynicism is his most predominant feature, so, say you were to say something along the lines of “Everything is going to be alright.” his response would be that “Of course you're an optimist, you're always looking up.” 

Or if you were to pick a fight with a guy, Han would not be able to stop himself from remarking that “Honestly sweetheart, you should go for it, i'll even bet on you. Of course I've got faith in you! You're the perfect height to punch where it'll hurt most.” before getting the two of you out of the situation.

And of course the evergreen classic “How's the weather down there, Sweetheart?”

-Han calls you anything except your name. His preferred nickname for you is always ‘shortcake’, no matter how serious the circumstances. But, in a situation where your small stature is actually useful, maybe because you fit into a tight space, he will add 'Vertically Efficient’ in front of it; Likewise, when your height ends up hindering you, which let's be honest happens far more often than not, you will get demoted to 'Vertically Challenged Shortcake’. The man is ruthless.

-Han rests his arm on your head often. He doesn't even always do it to jab at you, he genuinely finds it a comfortable position, and I’m not sure whether that makes it better or worse. But he also, when the two of you are alone and he is feeling soft, rests his chin on your head and holds you close.

And let's not forget the forehead kisses, so many forehead kisses. It's easier than bending down to kiss your lips, especially if he is in a hurry, and it also has the bonus point of being the easiest place to reach while he is holding you to his chest.

-Han can, and without a doubt will, pretend to lose you if you find yourselves in a crowd, and he will find it absolutely hilarious. You could be standing right in front of him, maybe even be screaming at him that you are right there and to stop being an ass, and he would still look everywhere except down. If he actually ends up upsetting you, Han will grumble for a few minutes before trying to make it up to you, he really is sorry, he just never knows when to stop.

-As I said before, Han can be quite a bit of an ass when he wants to be, and when it comes to you, oftentimes even when he doesn’t actually intend to be mean. Unfortunately for the both of you, old habits die hard, and it is not rare for him to accidentally piss you off, especially when he gets a great laugh at your expenses.

Like the times he catches you struggling to reach something, and ends up finding your efforts hilarious. You’d have to plead with him for a while, before he makes any move to come to your rescue, and even then he won’t stop laughing until you get angry, you just might end up avoiding asking him all together, and find a solution by yourself.

When Han sees how crafty you can get to reach what you want, he will be genuinely quite impressed, but the best thing that will come out of his mouth will be something along the lines of “I've really gotta hand it to short people… because you usually can't reach it anyway.”

-Sure, Han might tease you to death, but Force help anyone else who dares to, especially if they actually hurt your feelings. He is ready to throw hands without a second of hesitation, and he will make the offender apologise. 

The Mandalorian\ Din Djarin:

-Din never, ever, lets you get on your tippy toes or stretch your neck to kiss him. He will always bend down before you can even try to reach him, you'd almost think he has developed a sixth sense about it, and no matter how much you complain that he must already be tired and that it is no good for his back, he always shrugs and insists that he'd much rather it be his neck rather than yours. He'll forget all about it as soon as your lips touch his anyways, so he really doesn't mind.

-For as terrible as it sounds, Din is quite used to the child's height already, and although you are nowhere nearly as short, it simply means that he is already attuned to looking out for someone much smaller than him. He knows without even having to think about it whether something is a little too high up for you to reach, he instinctively looks for the smallest chair for you to sit on so that your feet won't be left dangling, and is just overall very aware of your size. In a good way, I swear.

-On kind of the same note, every time you wear heels, even more so if it isn't often, he instinctively looks lower than needed to meet your eyes. Din can get quite embarrassed about it and he always tries to adjust his stare as subtly as he can, and although his visor does help, it is not rare for you to catch him raising his head a little. It ends up looking quite silly, mostly because of how unnecessarily hard he tries to hide it, and you end up laughing at it a few times.

-Absolutely no climbing will happen under this man's watch, you could try to while he's asleep and he'd probably still get up to stop you, as I said before, he kind of has a sixth sense about it, it's the dad in him.

Din has no problem at all going out of his way to get you what you need, you won't even have time to try before it's already in your hands, especially if it stops you from trying to balance on three awkwardly piled stools, a cardboard box, a cluster of random objects he doesn't even understand how they're supposed to help, and way too many hopes and prayers. Honestly, he has seen this happen one time exactly, and it took twenty years off of his lifespan. Never again.

-Din truly doesn't want to underestimate you, your height doesn't make you fragile in any way, he knows that, but he still ends up being extra protective of you. One of the things he is the most glad for, is that your shorter stature makes it easier for him to cover you with his body. He's always wearing full body armour, and you most probably aren't, which is why he always thanks the stars every time someone is shooting at the two of you and him moving in front of you is enough to make you practically disappear.

-Din might not be a tailor, but he has mended his fair share of clothing throughout his life, and has become quite adept at it as well. And although he might not be able to make you clothes from scratch, he is more than able, and willing, to help you alter pretty much anything. Sawing with you, chatting about the day's events, maybe while enjoying the calming scenery of a beautiful planet as the child plays just a few meters away, has become one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and simply unwind.

Poe Dameron:

-Poe carries you around constantly, so much so that you fear you might forget how to use your own legs. He insists that considering you always end up on him one way or another, and it is mostly by his own doing with how much he likes having you close, you might as well enjoy the free rides.

But honestly, he kind of lacks the patience to slow down his steps so that you won't have to run after him, especially when he's particularly excited about something. Not that he wouldn't do it of course, he does, but to him it's much more convenient to just scoop you up and hurry to where you want to go.

-At times, when he can't refrain himself from teasing you, Poe will ask you to repeat what BB8 said, that he obviously understood just fine, because: “you can hear him better from down there”. 

His jokes are never mean, and it is rare that he mentions your height at all, but when he does, most of the time it's something along the lines of him hugging or kissing you, and then remarking that he is “appreciating the little things”.

-Poe thinks you are absolutely adorable, and he will say so to your face. With him, no pride will be spared, at all. Why would he anyway, sure, your small stature makes you really cute, but why should that take away from your capability to kick ass? He is a firm believer in taking pride in every aspect of oneself, and when it comes to the greatest person he knows, he wants you to be proud of all that you are.

-On that same note, he will heavily dissuade you from wearing heels if you only do it because you are insecure of your height. You are stunning, and he reminds you of that every chance he gets, short or tall, you are always radiant, no need to be unnecessarily uncomfortable. 

He also not so secretly loves your height difference, but that has nothing to do with his unconditional appreciation of you, although he really does like how well you fit into his chest when he holds you.

-Poe is the type to straight up ask you to wear his clothes. He doesn't know what the word subtle means, and he is really big on communicating what he is feeling and what he likes, so he sees no reason not to outright tell you how hot you look in his oversized shirts. If he already cannot keep his hands to himself for the life of him, be prepared to have him practically glued to your side the entire time you are donning his clothes. 

-Poe will panic if he cannot find you in a crowd. The moment he loses sight of you he is in ‘rescue mode’, even though you are probably not in any danger, nobody kidnapped you in the half second he took his eyes off of you, and you in all likelihood did not get trampled by the crowd. 

It is a bit better if he just lost you at base, he is at least sure you aren't in mortal peril then, but he might still resort to climbing something and call your name to find you as fast as he can. Yes, the people around you will think him insane, and yes, you might be tempted to pretend you do not know him, but please let him know you are alright, poor boy is worried.

-If you are having trouble reaching something, Poe will just lift you up and down to get it. Sure, he could get it for you, and that would be easier, but he doesn't want to do it in your place, unless you ask of course, he's simply trying to be the safer version of climbing a stool. It's also pretty much a constant ‘Simba moment’, which he finds hilarious. 

Cal Kestis:

-Every time he's tired Cal rests his chin on your head, and whenever you are tired, you rest your head against his shoulder. You two are so adorable that it's enough to give everyone who sees you diabetes. Jokes aside, Cal is all about these casual, lighthearted displays of affection, and the fact that you two fit together so nicely is a great bonus.

-Unlike Han, Cal might actually forget to look down if he lost you in a crowd. He isn't trying to tease you, and he finds you quite quickly anyway, but he does have a tiny moment of confusion if he can hear you or sense you, but can't see you. He's going to laugh at himself for a while when he finally looks down and sees you standing there with a disappointed face. 

You'd think that, like Din, he would be used to BD-1’s height, but his little companion is perched on his shoulder most of the time, so Cal might actually try to look behind himself before remembering to look down.

-Cal doesn't immediately come to your 'rescue’ when you're trying to reach something that's a little too high, even if you start climbing, simply because he doesn't want to overstep. You've got it, he knows that. He's just going to continue with whatever he is doing, while also keeping you in the corner of his eye, in case of a fall, and his ears open in case you do call for his help, in which case he will be by your side in a second.

-Cal never means to tease, but at times he might end up doing it accidentally. It's never mean, and it's usually just lighthearted comments about how small you are, never in a negative way. But if you do find it irritating, or you'd simply rather not hear it, you will only have to express it to him once, and he will do his damned best to watch his mouth from there on out. 

-Cal has the time of his life anytime someone underestimates you, whether it is a physical type of fight or a verbal smackdown, he is just glad he gets to be present for it. Seeing them starting out all smug and full of confidence and then watching you kick their, literal or metaphorical, ass into next Thursday never fails to have him in stitches.

He also might or might not end up accidentally, and dramatically, quoting Shakespeare to them, something like "And though she be but little, she is fierce", it's up to you to decide whether you find that flattering or terribly embarrassing.

-Cal always, and I do mean always, wants to share earbuds with you. It's pretty much his unofficial love language, and he has a whole lot of playlists he made for you to listen to together on different occasions. He has a special soft spot for walking around hand in hand, enjoying the sights, and listening to your favourite songs. And he's not going to renounce to this little tradition even when all you have are wired earbuds, and your height difference means he has to walk leaning to the side the whole way. Sure, his back might hurt in a few hours, but the happiness he feels when the two of you get to relax in your shared little world is way more than worth it.

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