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Stargazing
Poe Dameron x OFC
Word count: 600 ish
Fluff!
Aleta sighed as she removed her belt, tossing it onto her bed. Her blaster tumbled out of it and onto the floor and she groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. She muttered curses to herself as she knelt down to pick it up, completely unaware of the pilot entering her room until he spoke to her.
“You alright, Queenie?” Aleta turned her head to scowl at him as she stood, dropping the blaster on her bed. “Day was that bad, huh?” She sat down, nodding at him and he sat down next to her, his smile that he reserved for her written plain across his face.
“You heard the broadcast, Dameron. If any of my people think that the First Order are telling the truth, they’ll think I betrayed them, that I turned on them.” She paused, looking down at her hands. “I’m just so tired. I wish the war never came to my planet.” His fingers wrapped under her chin and turned her to look at him.
“Come with me. I wanna take you somewhere, get your mind off everything. I’ve got tomorrow off and I checked with the General, you do too.” Aleta raised her eyebrow and he just grinned at her, his eyes glinting.
“What are you up to, Dameron?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. He grabbed her hand and jumped up, dragging her from her room towards the hangar. She reluctantly boarded the waiting speeder and he tossed a bag into her lap.
“Keep hold of that,” he muttered as he began to fly the speeder away from the base. Aleta rolled her eyes but clutched the bag to her chest as the base disappeared from sight.
He stopped by a hot spring in a clearing. “I found this place right before I was sent to rescue you. I’ve wanted to show you it ever since.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. Aleta stared at him, never having seen him so… shy before.
“It’s beautiful.” Aleta whispered. Trees coated in dark green leaves on a dusting of snow surrounded the clearing, the moon seemingly directly above them and making the spring glow. She smiled, letting him help her off the speeder before he took the bag from her, pulling out a blanket and laying it on the ground. He sat down and patted next to him. Aleta sat. The blanket was still cold underneath them, the moisture from the ground soaking through in minutes but she didn’t care. She almost felt relaxed for the first time since she joined the Resistance. She laid back, her hair tangling in the leaves and grass and dew. Her eyes were on the stars, but Poe’s gaze was on her as she rambled about each constellation she could see. She paused, turning to face him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” Poe smiled, and Aleta felt like she was seeing him for the first time. The cocky pilot was nowhere to be seen, instead in the moonlight all she could see was a man who cared for others. The silver glint in his eye wasn’t one of mischief but of something warmer, something kinder, something calmer. He raised his hand, his calloused thumb traversing her cheek.
“You’re beautiful.” Poe murmured. Aleta felt her cheeks heat up and he smiled, watching her eyes flutter closed as his thumb moved to her lips, tracing them gently. Before she could open her eyes, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed against him, letting his kiss sear his mark onto her, and she knew she would never get over him.
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Early Mornings
Poe Dameron x Solo!oc
summary: poe dameron and hope solo have places to be, but the only place they want to be is in bed
tags/warnings: essentially a non-sexual situationship (they're disgustingly in love but in denial), cuddling, flirting, kissing that borders on smutty, references to sex and jealousy, some suggestive dialogue, a little angst and brief reference to trauma, but sickeningly sweet fluff overall
word count: 2.8k
a/n: this is a scene I've written for my series fire meet gasoline on ao3 but it's been sitting in my notes app for too long to not share it as a stand alone one shot. also gif for obvious reasons.
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The feeling of Poe's arms unconsciously tightening around my body's what stirs me awake in the early hours of the morning. While I can vaguely remember falling asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart it seems that sometime in the night we ended up with my back flush to his chest and our limbs tangled. Any space we'd left between us in the late hours of last night long gone.
My lips brush the arm he has tucked beneath my head as I look back over my shoulder, finding his head buried in the crook of my neck and still sound asleep. The feeling of him nuzzling into me's a now familiar sensation I let myself bathe in for as long as I can before forcing myself to remember that we have places to be.
The only downside to these mornings is the tragic fact that they have to end, especially when physically removing myself from him is a feat in itself. I may as well be struggling against a Wookie with the amount of strength it takes to pull myself from Poe Dameron's arms. Although I'd never want it any other way.
BB-8 beeps good morning and after returning it I glance at the time, reluctantly and very carefully untangling myself from Poe before he can wake up, a learned skill. Knowing the amount of sleepless nights we've both had in the past weeks I decide to take the first shower to let him sleep that little bit longer.
My spare flight suit’s folded in the drawer that had been empty until recently, along with the towel that’s made its way into Poe’s room along with other necessities. Despite having everything that I need when I sleep over I haven’t been able to give up the shirt he’d loaned me to sleep in, not that he seems to mind.
Finding my hairpins on his bathroom counter drives home how routine this arrangement’s become to the point that I don’t know how I slept any other way, how mere months ago I was out there in the Outer Rims alone and now… now I can’t imagine doing any of this without him.
He’s still asleep when I come out in my flight suit, finding him with the blanket bundled up in his arms in place of where I’d been. The sight has my heart clenching and BB-8 beeps quietly to ask if he should wake him up.
“I’ve got it,” I say, leaning down to rub his head as I make my way over to Poe, reluctant to wake him up but people are going to start asking questions if we’re both late to our third meeting this week. My mother would start asking questions, and this is something I wouldn’t quite know how to explain to her.
“Poe,” I hum as I sit down on the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his messed curls until he begins to stir. “Morning.”
He blinks in confusion when he can’t feel me beside him, but the tension leaves his face when his eyes find mine.
“Hey,” he smiles tiredly and murmurs “What are you doing all the way over there?”
“We’ve got a meeting.”
“We do?”
“Come on, Commander,” I say, brushing back the dark curls that fall across his forehead. “I thought it was your job to know these things.”
His eyes are warm as he leans into my touch. “I’ve been a little preoccupied.”
“That can easily be fixed-” I begin, slowly withdrawing my hand until he stops me.
“No, no,” he quickly says, and I’m smiling as he pulls my hand back and holds it to his cheek. His eyes fall shut as his lips brush my palm, his morning stubble a welcome feeling. “Don’t you dare.”
I can’t help but lean down to kiss his cheek, bumping his nose with mine as I insist “Come on or we’ll be late. I’ll grab our caf and see you there.”
“Hey, caf’s my job,” he protests as I reluctantly pull back but relents. “How late are we?”
“We’ve got about half an hour, so take a shower and I’ll meet you in the mess.”
“Yes, Captain,” he says, and rolls onto his back while still holding my hand in his, looking up at me with his brows drawn together as he questions “Since when are you up early?”
“Since I’m actually sleeping well,” I say and he gives me a tired smile that I’m helpless to adore.
“Me too, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” I say softly, knowing that hasn’t been the case for either of us these past weeks.
He nods and brings my hand back to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I mean, I sure as hell don’t wanna get out of bed.”
I catch the glint of mischief in his eye the moment before he tugs me back into bed with him, somehow managing to roll me so I’m lying on my back in the small space and he’s hovering above me - not that I’m putting up much of a fight.
“Which is why I got out of it before you woke up,” I whine as he nestles his head in the crook of my neck and slips an arm back around my waist, intentionally pinning me to the bed with his bodyweight to keep me from moving. “Since someone likes to cling to me like a sloth.”
He lifts his head up with a proud smile. “A handsome sloth.”
“That’s true,” I agree, helpless to deny that as he bumps my nose. “But that face won’t help you when you’re late.”
“It’s helped me so far,” he dismisses, his stubble grazing my skin as he kisses my forehead. “Might not be enough to get me out of trouble but it’s enough to keep you here.”
My jaw drops a little at the audacity but I can’t argue considering he knows damn well it’s the truth as I shake my head at him. “That damn face - my one weakness.”
“It’s alright sweetheart, yours is mine as well,” he assures me as he peppers kisses across my face. “Those eyes… you know I can’t say no to you so-” I whine again as he pulls back and moves his body off mine, settling between me and the wall. “I’ll let you get going and I’ll meet you in the mess.”
He knows he has me where he wants me and I couldn’t care less as I tug him back by the fabric of his shirt and he certainly doesn’t make any effort to resist as he gathers me back up in his arms, settling over me with his elbow propping him up this time.
“No, you’re stuck with me now,” I decide and I’m holding his face as I pepper kisses from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, our bodies melding as our legs tangle together.
He kisses my jaw while he teases “Isn’t being clung to all night enough for you?” It’s then he turns his head to look at me and his lips incidentally brush mine, although it’s far from the first time.
Still, his breath hitches and my voice trembles slightly as I ask “What do you think?”
He searches my eyes, seeking whatever it is he’s looking for before our lips meet. Again, far from the first time. Another in a long series of kisses we’ve sworn wouldn’t happen again and yet we always end up here. The softness of his lips has me trying to recall every reason we’ve used for why this can’t happen.
The fact that we’re a disaster at the best of times.
That we both have the tendency to let our emotions cloud our judgement until it ends in screaming fights in the middle of the hangar.
The fact that he’s still my commanding officer and we’re on fragile enough footing with high command as it is, even if everyone knows we operate as partners.
That all it would take is one bad call in the field and we’re both dead.
The fact that he’s my best friend, my partner, the one damn person in this galaxy I trust whole heartedly.
Knowing that I’d lose my mind if anything ever happened to him.
If I lost him-
My back arches off the bed as his tongue slips into my mouth and he swallows the sound that comes from the back of my throat as the hand that was under me moves to squeeze my waist. He gasps softly as my fingers slip into his hair in return, gently tugging at his curls to pull him closer - needing him closer.
It’s when my legs hook around his hips that BB-8’s beeping reminds us that he’s still there and we both flush in embarrassment. R2’s been around long enough that he doesn’t linger past a certain time, even when Poe and I’s affection is innocent, but despite being a romantic sweet BB-8 isn’t prepared to see anything more than this.
And Poe and I certainly aren’t prepared to put on a show for him.
Still, I can’t help but burst out laughing when Poe murmurs in my ear “We have an audience.” He kisses my forehead again before clearing his throat. “Hey buddy, why don’t you go see what R2’s up to?”
He gives an offended beep, both at his dismissal and us forgetting his presence, before finding his way out and we share a look of mortified guilt. I’m trying to hold back embarrassed laughter while Poe’s head dips to my shoulder to kiss where my collarbone's exposed by the partially zipped flightsuit before he again slips into the bed beside me, holding me close with a caressing hand over my hip.
“I’m guessing you haven’t had to kick BB-8 out before?” I tread, knowing that I’m the only person Poe’s had sleeping over since he’s joined the Resistance, but I can’t help the pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with someone else like this.
“Like I’ve told you sweetheart, I’ve been living like a Jedi since before Leia recruited me,” he says, settling those thoughts with a kiss to my forehead. “I think he’s just mad I’ve been taking your attention away from him.”
“I still give him plenty of love,” I assure Poe and he tugs me closer, his lips lingering on my temple as I bury my face in his neck. “Five more minutes, then we’ll get up.”
“What happened to we’re gonna be late?” he teases and I just groan. “Hope…”
“I know, I know,” I pout, rolling back enough so that my face rests beside his on the pillow we’ve shared more often than not the past few weeks. “I just wanna stay here with you.”
I search his eyes, praying he hears what I really want to say. That I want it to be just you and me. No First Order. No protocol. Just us. Raw and mostly unfiltered.
He plays with my fingers, kissing each one individually before he meets my eye and I know that he does. “How about after the meeting I swap patrols with Karé so we can go out together?” he suggests. “It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us and our x-wings.”
“Because command nearly has a nervous breakdown every time we go out there together,” I remind him, lacing our fingers together. “I believe the words ‘tie-fighter magnets’ were used.”
Neither of us can pretend we aren’t proud of that label.
“Well, it’s a good thing that the two best pilots in the galaxy can take them out then,” he says but I don’t miss the way his face falls when he remembers what happened the only time we couldn’t. Even now I can't shake the sound of the pure fear in his voice when he pulled me from the crash. He kisses my hand again and tries to push it from his mind but the memory lingers. “It’s you and me, and the patrols Leia’s got scheduled shouldn’t be dangerous.”
“Famous last words,” I say and he can’t argue with that considering command’s right when it comes to our track record. “But I’d like that. You and me.”
“Me too sweetheart,” he says, stretching as he lays back, both of us ignoring the fact that we’re definitely not making it to breakfast before the meeting. “But first I’ve gotta shower, get dressed-” he trails off, deciding to be a little shit as he grins “Unless you wanna join?”
I’m matching his grin with a playful slap to his chest. “Then we’d definitely be late.”
“I didn’t hear a no.”
He can see me blushing red and he still wears that same cocky smile that I’m more than tempted to kiss off his face. I don’t know how many times he and I have been on this ledge, teasing and tempted to go further, only to treat this with more caution than we’ve given to anything else in our lives.
“Are you trying to call my bluff? Because we both know how that ends.”
This is one thing, waking up together and sharing these kisses that we don’t acknowledge. This we can still fool ourselves into believing is the pinnacle of platonic love, a playful extension of the affection we share - an unconventional partnership.
Sex is another thing entirely.
When we’d first met and things got heated I wanted it, and I wanted it with him, but we both know that this partnership is too delicate to handle those emotions on top of all the others we can scarcely deal with on our best days.
“Oh I know,” he assures me. “Considering the last time I tried to call your bluff you took a shot at me.”
“You were the one who said I wouldn’t do it,” I remind him, blaming that one on a bout of temporary insanity on both our parts after a dogfight gone wrong. “What can I say? You drive me crazy.”
“I know,” he grins. “The good kind of crazy I hope.”
“Always,” I smile before correcting. “Well, most of the time.”
“Alright, we’d be lying if we didn’t say most,” he admits and we share a laugh knowing that everyone on base, even our own squadron, was at their wits end with us not that long ago but here… it’s just us and no one else.
Unfortunately that has to come to an end, but not before I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Breakfast in fifteen.”
“Yes, Captain,” he smiles as I sit upright, but raises an eyebrow upon deciding to try his luck. “I can make it in ten if you give me another one.”
And so I do, only for us to end up right back where we started; in the bed with his hands on my waist and mine tangled in his hair. The gentle swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip has me planning to use the dwindling privileges that being the General's daughter brings to get away with being late by at least another half an hour, although Poe puts a stop to that as if he wasn’t the one who started this.
“Poe,” I whine when he pulls away, sitting up properly and leaving me with my head on his pillow. "Why do you do this?"
He still has the audacity to play around and take his sick enjoyment in riling me up. “We have meetings, remember?”
My eyes narrow at him. “Bastard.”
“What was that?”
“Bastard,” I repeat and he grins.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Come on beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls me upright and I just laugh.
“Oh no, don’t ‘come on’ me when you’re the one that dragged me back into bed.”
He gives an unapologetic shrug but the warmth in his eyes makes up for it. “You missed the beautiful part.”
I shake my head and he kisses me again before I have to put my hands on his chest to keep enough distance between us that I can actually get out of the bed and away from it without him pulling me back into it.
“We’re gonna be so late and you still need to get ready,” I lecture, knowing I’ll be the one getting the blame for it considering he’s the favourite.
“Give me ten minutes to get ready and I’ll meet you in the mess,” he promises, extending a pinkie out to me but I’m not naive enough to get close enough for him to pull me back in. “Considering your track record Leia expects us to be about twenty minutes late anyways.”
I scrunch my face up at him but he only smiles.
“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”
The smile I can’t force back only proves his point. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” he challenges, having woken up intent to test me but I'm not falling into his trap again.
“After the meeting,” I promise before heading out the door to find BB-8 waiting outside for us with R2. “Come on, you can keep me company while he drags himself out of bed.”
We're halfway to the mess when we come across Jess who's in a rush. "There you are, Threepio's been looking for you and Poe. Have you seen him?"
"Yeah he's just in the shower," I say as I continue on my way, only to freeze a little as she turns her head back incredulously.
"How do you know-"
"BB-8 told me," I quickly follow up and she blinks at me in disbelief before she shakes her head and keeps walking, but at this point Poe and I have accepted the fact that our squadron believes we're hiding some illicit affair from them.
Then again, it's always poor Jess who seems to catch us in compromising positions. Although as long as it's her and not my mother, or maker forbid Threepio, I can live in peace with that.
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The Only One
Episode 7
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Summary: The last time you saw Poe was right before he blew up Starkliller Base - a huge victory for the Resistance. Things go to hell after that and you are separated from Poe, needing to rely on your instincts...and the Force. A huge secret starts to be revealed.
a/n: This Episode glosses over the events in the film The Last Jedi. You don't have to be knowledgeable about the sequel films to continue the story - everything that relates to Elia is summarized here. She is a bit separate from Poe during film events, so this is not a re-telling.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)
Word Count: 1.6k
Content: violence, action, little angst (no more than in the films), not beta'd
PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...
He turned around one more time, granting you another sweet smile. “Wait for me, Ells. I’ll be right back.”
Somehow his humor and good nature gave you hope. Poe always gave you hope.
“May the Force be with you,” you whispered to no one really. Or, to all of them.
The next week was hell.
Which was, perhaps, what a demon like yourself deserved.
At first, the Resistance buzzed with the thrill of victory. Poe and his team destroyed Starkiller Base after Rebel legends Han Solo and Chewbacca worked together with the stormtrooper who defected and a young woman named Rey.
But before you could celebrate or have much of a reunion with Poe, the stormtrooper, who you learned was named Finn, was sent to medical in critical condition, while Rey supposedly flew away to find Luke Skywlaker.
Kylo Ren had murdered Han Solo.
You thought taking out Starkiller Base would give the Resistance a huge advantage in the uphill battle against the First Order, but the New Republic had suffered tremendous losses, crippling, if not obliterating support for the Resistance.
Your assignment kept you apart from Poe for days, so you hadn’t seen him since that fateful moment directly before the Starkiller Base battle.
...where he kissed you and asked you to wait for him.
So many had been lost since then - the chaos, nonstop. After the most recent attack took out most of Resistance command, someone named Holdo took over.
You were dying to see Poe, desperate to see for yourself that he was okay. Every time something else exploded, you felt sure you’d receive a report of his death. The stress piled up as you worked separately from Poe, thinking he might die, or you might die.
To make a desperate situation worse, the attack on the ship's bridge left Leia seriously wounded. And directly before Holdo took command, Poe was demoted, which infuriated you.
And, aside from the fact that you were (thankfully) able to focus, or hyper focus, as it were, on computer programming and other computer tech needs, the news of Commander Dameron's demotion was all you could think about...
...or talk about.
Thankfully, Perrha was with you for the past few days and was a wonderful grounding force for you.
Now, the Resistance was trying to safely land transports on the planet Crait.
Everyone watched in horror as one after the other, the First Order blew them out of the sky. You kept yourself busy working, tears streaming down your face at the thought of Poe being on one of those obliterated ships.
Poe felt the same way.
After maybe the worst week of his life (aside from when his mom died), Poe woke up from the little nap Leia's stun gun gave him. He listened patiently as Leia explained Holdo's plan, then watched in horror as transport after transport was obliterated.
"Where's Elia?" He asked Leia, as if she might somehow know. He had lost too many today, not only on the bridge, but when some of his closest friends died in the hangar explosion.
Leia shook her head, unsure.
Poe stared out into space. "Which one is she on?" He murmured, thankful that his new friend Finn was at least safe for the moment. Hopefully.
The planet's surface was so close. You and Perrha might make it through this. But who could be sure what awaited you on Crait, with the First Order bearing down hard?
As you entered the planet's atmosphere, the transport closest to yours exploded - near enough to your own that the blast and debris wreaked havoc. You were taking serious damage - hit hard enough to crash, just not to explode instantly like the neighboring transport.
Everyone around you was astoundingly calm, focused and professional, but a crash landing would not be avoidable.
Perrha's eyes met yours frantically as fire, debris and smoke filled the transport.
"We're not gonna make it," they gasped, coughing from all the smoke.
Panic gripped your heart. You didn't want to die. For once in your life, you really wanted to live and not just in terms of survival. You wanted to help the Resistance. You wanted them to win. You needed to learn about the Force, and ascertain from Leia if you were truly doomed to be a servant of the darkness.
Perrha was your friend and so was Poe. Your very best friend. Your heart broke as you thought of never seeing him again. It couldn't end this way.
So instead of giving in to despair, you opened yourself up to the flow of energy - no. The Force. A wall of fire swept through the transport.
"No." Your voice could barely be heard over the commotion. It wasn't a plea but a command.
Perrha cried out your name as you stretched out your hands and literally pushed the fire backward.
Your breathing steadied, your countenance - a mask of serenity. Your eyes fluttered closed as the Force surrounded you, flowed through you.
The fire would not touch you. Nor Perrha.
The remaining Resistance fighters watched from their transports, in awe, as a transport-on-fire gently touched down on the planet's surface.
You heard nothing. You only felt.
Calm.
Finally, you heard Perrha screaming your name. "This thing is gonna blow, come on!" They quite literally jerked you away - your boots thumping on the planet's surface as you ran for your life.
The ship exploded, knocking the survivors to the ground with a concussive force - dangerous, but not fatal.
Your ears rang, dusty salt filled your lungs, but Perrha hauled you up. You ran again, as fast as you had ever in your life.
The First Order had entered the planet's atmosphere and took up position at the mine entrance - the old Rebel base. Unfortunately, your transport's crash left you quite far away on foot. But thankfully, the First Order would assume your exploded crash site would leave no survivors - giving you time to run.
A battle raged overhead and in the distance. Blaster and cannon fire, and boot prints turned the ashy, salty surface blood red.
Your group finally made it to the mine, but there was no getting in the front entrance. The huge blaster door was sealed, but under heavy attack.
"Is there another way in?" You wondered aloud.
"Is there another way out?" Perrha countered, panicked. "Are they trapped in there?"
Your ragtag team rallied, determined to find a way to either get in to the safety of the mine, or help the remaining Resistance fighters escape, if they were trapped.
Suddenly you saw an old rust bucket ship zoom overhead and land at the edge of a shallow cliff.
Your team arrived just in time to see a young woman...making dozens of piles of rocks...float. This action served to clear a blocked path, allowing the Resistance fighters to escape the mine.
You saw the stormtrooper, Finn. The young woman must be Rey. You were so distracted by her dazzling display of the Force, that you almost didn't notice that just beside Finn...
was Poe.
Finn raced into Rey's arms for a hug, but it was Poe who noticed your ash-covered, singed, rag-tag crew, confused, for a moment, as to why you would have appeared with Rey.
"Elia," he breathed, pushing his way past anyone and everything in his path, including the huge boulders Rey had lifted moments before.
You were an adorable mess, most of your hair had tumbled out of your twin buns. Soot tarnished your cheeks and clothes. By some miracle your unlaced boots stayed in place while you ran for your life.
As Poe clambered toward you, your hands anxiously grabbed for your backpack straps…only to come up empty.
“M-my backpack,” you gasped, frantically touching your arms and chest.
Okay, people were dead.
Your transport crashed and exploded.
You only survived because you wielded the Force and ran for your life.
The First Order was bearing down.
Poe was alive!
But your brain?
“My backpack,” you repeated, desperately, craving the familiar soothing touchstone of its frayed straps.
“Here, sweetheart,” Poe gently offered, reaching for the fallen strap, to pull it back onto your shoulder. “Looks like the other one got burned.”
Which meant…
You grabbed for the other strap urgently, realizing the little pack might have been destroyed, leaving your wings out in the open.
Poe, so relieved to see you alive, wishing with all his heart that the could throw his arms around you, tried to understand…
“No, no no …” You shook your head, eyes wide with horror.
“Ells?” He asked, confused, holding up his hands in a supplicating manner, trying to show you he wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him to. “Baby, are you hurt?”
“I can’t…my backpack,” you gasped, short of breath. “I can’t…” Shaking your head rapidly, you backed away, running into Perrha…who got a look at your exposed back.
“Oh, Elia. A-are you - w-what happened…” they trailed off, glancing at Poe, confused at the sight of your tightly furled, dark wings. Perrha wasn’t sure if you were burned, or what was going on.
“What is it?” He demanded. “Is she hurt?” He reached for your arm to turn you around, but before his hand made contact, you clenched your fists and cried out.
“No!”
…sending tiny bits of rock flying outward from you body in every direction.
This got Rey’s attention.
As far as the young Jedi trainee knew, she and Leia were the only ones capable of this sort of thing.
Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair, exchanging worried glances with Perrha, but determined to make sure you were all right.
He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.
Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration.
Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.
And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.
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Poe Dameron x Female Reader
Ice Queen
Sucker Punch
Blue Jones x Female Reader
Squeaky Wheel
Agora
Orestes x Female Reader
When In Rome
#Miguel O’Hara#spiderman 2099#oscar Isaac#Miguel O’Hara x female reader#moon knight#Marc Spector#Jake lockley#Steven grant#Poe Dameron#across the spider verse#blue Jones#Orestes#Triple Frontier#Santiago Pope Garcia
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Asks for Character x Reader Fic Requests Now Open!
Hi Tumblr,
My Asks are currently open for Character x Reader Fic Requests.
IMPORTANT: Before requesting, please read the Guidelines below.
Thank you everyone who has given me amazing prompts so far and for your kind words and your interactions.
Guidelines
Characters I will write for:
Star Wars
- Kylo Ren or Ben Solo
- Cal Kestis
- Cassian Andor
- Obi-Wan Kenobi (any era)
- Anakin Skywalker (pre-Vader)
- Luke Skywalker (any era)
- Din Djarin
- Poe Dameron
- Finn
Other Fandoms
- Dr Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1)
- Commander Mills (65)
- Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
- Any character (Lord of the Rings Trilogy)
- Main crew (Star Trek TNG)
More guidelines under the cut...
How to Request:
Please request through my Asks here (which can also can be found under my blog header)
Request descriptions will be posted with the fic
You may request anonymously
If you choose not to request anonymously, please let me know if you do not you want to be tagged in your fic request when it is posted
I will try to answer as many requests as possible but please understand that I probably won't feel an affinity with every single prompt that comes in. Please don't be offended if it looks like I haven't picked your request up and feel free to try again with something different in the future.
I will try to get to requests as soon as possible, but please remember I do, unfortunately, have real life to contend with too.
What do you want?:
Type of fic: Generally for requests I will write Character x Reader. However, if you want something that focuses on a Character x Canon/Implied/Potential Pairing or a Character x OC just let me know and I'll see what I can do.
Specify Reader Type: Default will be Character x Female Reader just because that's what I have most experience writing, but if you would prefer Character x Gender Neutral Reader or something different please let me know and if I pick up your request, I will try my best!
Length: Most of my fic will be between 1000 and 5000 words. If you have a length in mind please let me know, otherwise I will just go with the flow.
Prompt: Remember to give me information on what you would like the basic details of the story to be. These can be specific or general but I need something as a starting point.
Genres I will write for:
Action/Adventure
Romance
Gen
Fluff
Enemies to Lovers/Allies/Friends
Hurt/Comfort and mild Whump
Mild Angst
Smut (please, don't be shy to ask - ask anonymously if you want! - but bear in mind I may be a little more selective about smut than other types of requests. If you request adult content you must be 18+.)
What I won't write about (this is not an exhaustive list):
Sexual Violence/Non-con
Severe Trauma
Heavy Angst
Extreme Violence
Infidelity or Love Triangles
All my fic will be clearly labelled with warnings and anything 18+ will be clearly marked so please heed these indicators before reading.
Thank you all so much!
-Birdy
My original Character x Reader fics
Title: No Survivors
Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga
Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Whump; Hurt/Comfort and Romance if you squint.
Setting: Pre The Force Awakens
Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: 3347
Warnings: Detailed descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing
Pairings: Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.
Completed Reader Requests
Title: Crush
Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga
Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff
Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens
Characters: Poe Dameron; Female Reader
Pairings: Poe Dameron x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality
Summary: You working for the Resistance on D'Qar, and Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you - he's surprisingly awkward about it.
Title: Charade
Fandom: Star Wars
Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One
Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Enemies to lovers; Action/adventure; Fluff
Warnings: in keeping with tone of Andor/Rogue One - moderate sexuality; moderate swearing; mild violence/peril; brief mentions of loss of family/friends by Reader.
Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 10k (oops)
Summary: You and Captain Cassian Andor have to negotiate your personal differences and difficult history when you are both assigned to go on an undercover operation to the Galaxy's playground for the super-rich, Canto Bight, as a married couple.
Title: Relics
Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga
Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst
Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: c.5k
Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?
Title: Proximity
Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games
Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor
Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;)
Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; strong consensual sexual content - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) smut.
Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control)
Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.
Title: Familiarity
Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor games
Setting: Prior to the events of Survivor
Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Action/adventure; Fluff; Angst; Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Canon typical combat violence; canon typical death/angst/survivor's guilt relating to Order 66; mild sexuality; one claustrophobic scene due to ruined temple adventuring; SPOILERS for Jedi: Fallen Order and minor ones for the set up to Survivor.
Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: c.8k (this one got away from me!)
Summary: Believing each other lost to the brutal purge of the Emperor's Order 66, ten years after you were separated from your childhood best friend during the systematic eradication of the Jedi Order, you and Cal Kestis are finally reunited amid the strange Temple ruins of an ancient civilisation.
Title: Frequency
Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga
Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Hurt/Comfort Setting: Post The Last Jedi, Pre The Rise of Skywalker
Main Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Warnings: Mild/canon typical battle violence; mild/canon typical swearing
Summary: You are Rey's long lost sister - a powerful force wielder - and you encounter Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, as you both search for something.
In Progress
Cassian Andor x Reader (Original)
#star wars fanfiction#star wars fanfic#star wars x reader#star wars fic#fic requests#star wars fic requests
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hmmmmm i've been requesting maul x reader ships a couple times but they're always rejected... so do you accept reader fic or are you fucking liars 🤔
Masterpost | Rules | FAQ | Ask | Discord
Hi,
Mod C here—unless you nominated the same Maul/Reader-insert ships more than five times, I'm the mod who handled all your nominations. While I appreciate your dedication, the majority of said-noms unfortunately did not meet the requirements.
We currently have 680 nominations in the tag set. Out of these, 32 are reader-inserts—including Darth Maul/Reader, Darth Maul/Original Male Character(s)/Reader, and Darth Maul/Savage Opress/Reader.
If you are unsure why some nominations were edited, such as Darth Maul/Female Jedi Reader/Original Male Zabrak Character being added to the tag set as Darth Maul/Original Male Character(s)/Reader, I invite you to take a look at the Nomination Tutorial 🔗 (also available as a PDF 🔗), as well as the FAQ 🔗 (also available as a PDF 🔗), and this previously answered ask 🔗. They all have examples of accepted and rejected nominations.
Quote from the FAQ 🔗 and the Nomination Tutorial 🔗:
Examples of approved nominations:
✅ Leia Organa/Han Solo;
✅ Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa/Han Solo;
✅ Leia Organa/Revan;
✅ Leia Organa/Female Revan;
✅ CC-1010 | Fox/Leia Organa;
✅ Alpha-17/Leia Organa;
✅ Leia Organa/Reader;
✅ Leia Organa/Female Reader;
✅ Leia Organa/Nyota Uhura (Star Trek);
✅ John Boyega (RPF)/Poe Dameron;
✅ Leia Organa/Original Character;
✅ Leia Organa/Other(s).
Examples of rejected nominations:
❌ Leia Organa & Han Solo;
❌ Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa & Han Solo;
❌ Lando Calrissian & Leia Organa & Han Solo;
❌ Fox/Leia Organa;
❌ Alpha/Leia Organa;
❌ Leia Organa/You;
❌ Leia Organa/Shy!Reader;
❌ James T. Kirk/Spock;
❌ John Boyega/Oscar Isaac;
❌ Leia Organa/Original Jedi Character;
❌ Leia Organa/Tentacles.
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What are some of your current wips?
This isn't necessarily all of them, but it is all the ones I could think of.
Titled Series WIPs
We're the Bad Guys (Poe Dameron x First Order!Reader)
Shey (Poe Dameron x Female!Reader)
A Strange Coincidence (Doctor Strange x Female!Reader)
Until We Meet Again (Thrawn x Senator!Reader)
The Ambassador (Captain Rex x Reader)
What's Up Doc (Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth "Doc" O'Neil)
Title One-Shot WIPs
Cat Rules Apply (Steven Grant x Yasmine Yosef)
In the Night: Part 1 (Doctor Strange x Cassandra Jackson)
Laundry and Taxes (Doctor Strange x Cassandra Jackson)
Bad Date (Isabelle Crowley) (Good Omens)
Untitled WIPs
Sigyn's inclusion in all the Thor movies + Infinity War and Endgame
Elenna Stark's inclusion in the event of A Song of Ice and Fire
Multiple Marya Stark stories pre-series (ASOIAF)
Sera Darros inclusion in the events of Rogue One
Multiple Original episodes of M*A*S*H with Liz included
Bernardo x Roselyn (an original Irish character) (West Side Story)
Way too many Reader requests in my drafts
Original Works
Just a Phase (Older Man x Younger Woman Romance)
Untitled Christmas Romance
Untitled Princess x Dragon Romance
#poe dameron x reader#doctor strange x reader#thrawn x reader#captain rex x reader#hawkeye pierce x oc#star wars#marvel#mcu#m*a*s*h#wip
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Rules/Characters I Write For
1. I will not be writing any smut, so don't ask for it....spice on the other hand (totally allowed :)
2. All imagines will be directed towards the reader who is a female or gender neutral. This means I AM NOT inserting names or personalized characters that you, the reader comes up with.
Example: Y/N can be the sibling of (insert character), but she/they will not have a name that you request
Bad Example: Lyssa is the sister of (insert character), and here's her entire backstory...etc.
3. Please be respectful and don't steal from me. It takes me time to come up with these ideas.
4. I have the right to reject any requests/imagines/preferences that I feel uncomfortable writing about.
5.. Your request may require me to get more information from you about the idea you have or the character you want said reader to end up with.
6. Occasionally I do talk about mature subjects such as depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bullying, etc. I will have trigger warnings posted at the beginning of each chapter.
7. I am in college and this takes me a long time to write out sometimes. Please be patient and understanding.
Characters I Write For:
MCU: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader)
Example: (Can I get a Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader?)
-Tony Stark
-Steve Rogers
-Peter Parker
-Thor
-Loki
-Bucky Barnes
-Scott Lang
-T'Challa
-Moon Knight
(Note that I will do Agents of Shield Team imagines, that means it's not relationships, but the entire team)
Example: (Can I get a AOS team x anxious reader?)
(Also accepting requests for Alex Summers/Havok)
BATFAMILY: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader) (These will include Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Selina Kyle)
-Bruce Wayne (Gotham and other versions)
-Dick Grayson
-Jason Todd
-Tim Drake
-Damian Wayne
YOUNG JUSTICE/Live Action Titans/Teen Titans
-Dick Grayson
-Wally West
-Conner Kent
-Roy Harper
-Tim Drake
-Bart Allen
-Team Imagines (As a group, usually platonic)
-Female YJ Characters in familial or platonic ways
-Robin (Teen Titans Version)
-Nightwing (Titans)
-Jason Todd (Titans)
-Garfield Logan (Titans)
-Superboy (Titans)
NARNIA: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)
-Peter Pevensie
-Edmund Pevensie
-Caspian
-The Pevensie Siblings (platonically or familial)
PERCY JACKSON: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)
-Percy Jackson
-Luke Castellan
-Jason Grace
-Leo Valdez
-Frank Zhang
-The 7
-Any other characters will have to be specifically requested and I reserve the right to reject the request
HARRY POTTER: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)
-Harry Potter
-Fred Weasley
-George Weasley
-Draco Malfoy
-Golden Trio Era (Group/platonic)
-Newt Scamander
-Theseus Scamander
-Scamander Era (Group/Platonic)
-James Potter
-Sirius Black
-Remus Lupin
-Regulus Black
-Marauders Era (Group/Platonic)
STAR WARS: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS, INCLUDES: LEIA, PADME, AHSOKA, REY, HERA, SABINE, AND OTHERS IF SPECIFIED)
-Obi-Wan Kenobi
-Anakin Skywalker
-Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume
-Ezra Bridger
-Luke Skywalker
-Han Solo
-Finn
-Poe Dameron
-Kylo Ren
-Prequels Trio (Platonically): Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme
-Original Trio (Platonically): Leia, Luke, and Han
-Sequels Trio (Platonically: Rey, Finn, and Poe
STRANGER THINGS: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)
Note that 90% of these will be friendship x readers
-Steve Harrington
-Eddie Munson
-The kids (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and Erica) (WILL BE PLATONIC/SIBLING/FRIENDSHIP)
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paper-n-ashes masterlist
Just a lil’ collection of the things I’ve written for the ACDU and Oscar Isaac fandom, all in one link filled spot. Everything is 18+. Individual tags and warnings are at the start of each post.
sparks and embers
Poe Dameron x Original Female Character, Kylo Ren Original Female Character
52/70 Chapters, 250k+ words, incomplete
Chapters - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 (currently reposting to Tumblr)
(A love triangle saga I worked on for over a year, before I ever came to Tumblr land. It isn’t reader insert (I’M SORRY OKAY) and has an OC as the protagonist caught between the two space bbys.)
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The First Move
Steven Grant x Female Reader
Part 1/2, 3.6k words
Just Once
Marc Spector x Female Reader/Steven Grant x Female Reader
Part 2/2, 2.7k words
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Under the Radar
Poe Dameron x Female Reader
One shot, 2k words
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Sharing
Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber
Part 1/6, 2.6k words
Temptation
Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber
Part 2/6, 2k words
Consequences
Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber
Part 3/6, 3.6k words
Retribution
Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber
Part 4/6, 2.7k
Incentive
Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber
Part 5/6, 4.5k
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Here
Dan Jones x Female Reader
One shot, 2.1k words
Stress Relief
Dan Jones x Female Reader
One shot, 2k Words
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New Endeavours
ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Part 1/4, 2k words
Negotiations
ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Part 2/4, 2.6k words
Proper Celebration
ModernAU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader x Female!Stripper
Part 3/4, 4.1k words
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The Late Shift + Part 2 + Part 3
Paul Sevier x Female Reader
Short series, 2k + 2k + 3.9k
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Impatience
Rick Smolan x Female Reader
One shot, 2.6k
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#poe dameron#poe dameron x original female character#kylo ren#kylo ren x original female character#kylo ren x reader#santiago ‘pope’ garcia#santiago pope garcia x reader#charlie barber#charlie barber x reader#dan jones#dan jones x reader#paul sevier#paul sevier x female reader#paul sevier x reader#adcu#adcu fanfiction#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#moon knight fanfiction
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Aftermath [Poe Dameron fic] - Chapter 16
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Original Fem. Character
Summary: The war against the First Order left the galaxy broken and in desperate need of being helped. Poe Dameron was left like that too.
When the Resistance gets invited by the Princess of Veranda to join her council and help her re-build the galaxy, Poe realizes maybe the Princess was as broken as he is, and maybe they could patch each other up.
Read from the beginning: WATTPAD || AO3
The control room was packed when Addalah entered, her advisors and Saerah close to her back as she went inside. Eyes were all upon her, looking at her making the walk towards the middle of the room. "I know my father has spoken to you all, and I know there are rumors flying around," she started, looking around the staring faces. "The First Order has taken Veranda, they have taken our homes, our tranquility, and our safety."
Audible gasps reached her ears, voices of sorrow carrying them. "I wish I could tell you all that I'm going back there to get you your life back, but the truth is I don't know how Veranda looks like now, I don't know the extent of their invasion. Many of you still have families there, loved ones who couldn't escape their homes, which is why the Resistance and I have worked days and nights to provide them with as much safety as we can, but the truth is that there is not much we can do if we let them take over the galaxy again."
KEEP READING: Wattpad || AO3
#poe dameron x ofc#poe dameron x oc#poe dameron fic#poe dameron fanfiction#poe dameron x original character#poe dameron x original female character#poe Dameron x royalty
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prompts that definitely aren't based on beck and jade from victorious
"i've missed you" "so what are you gonna do about it?"
"you're being ridiculous!" "why do you care? i'm not your boyfriend/girlfriend/s.o anymore!"
"you love me again" "who said i stopped?"
"date who you want. i don't care" "it sounds like you care"
"easy's boring"
"i'm tired of fighting"
"that's my girl"
"i'm gonna walk out that door and count to ten. if i get to ten and you're not out there, i'm going home and we're over"
"i'm hot happy in our relationship" (but it's mid-fight/conversation and out of the blue)
"we're done"
#HAHAHA I KNOW IM A WHOLE ASS ADULT but this show has a very special in my heart#writing prompts#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x original female character#natasha romanoff x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm! peter parker x reader#finn x reader#poe dameron x reader#rey x reader#han solo x reader#leia organa x reader#cassian andor x reader#obi-wan x reader#din djarin x reader
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Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron
Three
Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character
Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.
Word count: 10k
Tags/warnings: simp poe, exhausted leia, (those may as well be permanent tags), the meet cute, Poe giving oc an existential crisis with his jawline alone, flirting, attempted x-wing race, ego's, rizzpoe, resistance command having a panic attack, mentions of war crimes/systematic kidnapping and indoctrination of children, trauma, first half is sexual tension second half is angst. Leia trying her best to be a good parent to a traumatised child. They will make up I promise.
All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use appropriate tags but read at your discretion.
A/N: I have three chapters of the prequel published on ao3/wattpad. the story kicks off properly in this chapter.
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Hope
By late afternoon the hanger's quiet enough that I can work on my x-wing in peace, which thankfully hasn't been repurposed. Although Mom knows if she ever gave my x-wing to anyone I'd probably blow it up out of spite, and she knows this because I'd threatened as much.
Major Brance ducks in and out of the entrance several times in the hours that pass as I run maintenance, as if ensuring he isn't hallucinating and looking disappointed each time he realises he isn't, speaking with greater levels of panic into his comm each time.
"We had six months of peace after she left and then Dameron was recruited. Now there's two of them," I hear him ranting as he exits the hanger again, thinking I'm out of earshot. "Two of them!"
I can't help but smile to myself a little in intrigue, finding myself growing increasingly curious about this commander who seems to give Brance the same headache as I do. That might just be enough for me to overlook his rank. Almost.
His ship sits on the other side of the hanger, the orange and black paint noticeably standing out from the rest, and I'm chuckling to myself in satisfaction at noticing the paint's been touched up since I called it beaten up. Although now mine is the one that needs a touch up by comparison.
The next time Brance comes in Statura accompanies him and gives me an awkward wave from across the hanger before pulling Brance back out, thankfully that's the last time I see them.
"Gee R2, you'd think they weren't happy to see me," I remark as I get to work installing the new parts after finishing general maintenance and he beeps at me. "Alright maybe I'm enjoying it a little."
At least my infamy's still feared by high command, even if that doesn't extend to a commander who should very well know exactly who I am. All things considered I should be more concerned by the thought that Mom could arrive here at any moment, but I can put off that anxiety for a little longer.
My hands are stained with soot and engine oil, but my mind seems to quieten as I tinker. Something I always thought came from my father, until my grandmother's surviving handmaidens told me it also came from my grandfather, among other things. Thankfully with the years I've found some level of acceptance with that fact, even if the memories sharpened with Ben taking the mantle Vader left behind. At least Lando can share my humour at calling him Grandpa Vader even if Mom looked like she wanted to hit me over the head the first time she heard it. And every time afterwards. Turns out dark humour only goes so far.
My mind's focused on the adjustments to the thrusters, transferring over the parts I'd taken off my N-1 at the lakehouse so the modifications are similar, making it far faster than ties and any other navy starfighter. Faster than any other x-wings on base as well. I was tempted to get R2 to pilot the N-1 here for me but considering what I've been using it for I thought it best it stays in storage on Naboo. I'd forgotten how old these x-wings are in comparison to the newer models of ships, my N-1 was average in comparison to the models I grew up flying, but still newer than these. So while some of these parts might be a little overpowered for my neglected x-wing I can make them work, it'll make it highly illegal, but fast.
Just how I was taught.
At least I don't have to pay to replace the proton torpedo I'd used up now, it might have been a bit overkill considering they're generally used to attack larger capital ships or freighters but I'd always wondered what would happen if I shot them into a bunch of tie-fighters and now I know.
I'm quite content working while talking to R2 until a now slightly familiar voice calls out to me in the empty hanger.
"Need any help up there?"
"No," I answer automatically, too caught up in what I'm doing to take any real notice. R2 chides me for being rude like he isn't worse and I realise Threepio's yet to talk my ear off which means he must be with Mom, wherever she is. "But since you're offering toss me up a wrench will you?"
He chucks it up and I catch it before tightening the last bolt and only then do I recognise the voice. Suppressing a smile I look down and see him standing back, trying to figure out what I'm doing. "Problem? Because I can tell you those parts have too much kick for a T-70."
"That's the point," I reply, swinging my legs over the edge of my ship so I can take him in and find that he immediately recognises me from the stunned look that crosses his face, the look in his eye leaving me pleasantly surprised after all the wary stares of the afternoon. Although I'm more surprised by the immediate effect his face has on me now that I can see it properly. I don't expect to like it as much as I do, pegging him as the type that's ridiculously handsome and knows it, although it's certainly not without reason. "Once I'm done my baby's going to have more engine power than any of the newer models, might need some reinforcements but I'll make it work."
He shakes his head, grinning up at me with white teeth that stand out against the shadow of a beard on his certainly well-chiselled face that reminds me of the statues that adorn Naboo's art museums, but it's his dark eyes that take my attention as he studies the engine and my other modifications, recognising them with equal surprise and respect. "You know those mods are illegal right? The type you can only find in blackmarkets in the Outer Rims."
"I should know since that's where I found them, but considering this is faster than any of the New Republic's ships, and yours, I don't have to worry about that do I?" I smirk a little too proudly and find myself saying. "I see you gave the General my regards."
He looks at my ship and then to his with the slightest jealousy after mine had outrun his in the field and I just smirk to myself from my ship.
"I did," he says, something about the look in his eye drawing me in. He still doesn't realise I'm her daughter, that much is clear, and so I play coy. "I told you I could put you in touch didn't I? But just a warning, we might be a paramilitary but she doesn't like us breaking too many New Republic regulations."
Oh, he has no idea and I can't help but tease "If you're going to report me for breaking regulations don't bother because she's already given up on me."
"I take it the two of you have some history then?" he gathers and despite the curiosity in his eyes he still doesn't put it together, which means Mom has definitely lied to the Resistance about where I've been for a commander to have no idea who I could be, but I shouldn't expect anything else by now.
"Let's just say I've done some work for the Resistance, had some disagreements and ended up where you found me," I explain simply, revealing just enough. When I'm used to everyone knowing my name it's almost nice to be a mystery. "So illegal modifications will be the least of her worries."
He makes a surprised sound, running a hand through the almost black curls atop his head. "The General must like you then to let you get away with this type of stuff." He looks me over with slightly nervous eyes before putting on a charming smile. "You must have been stationed on the Raddus because I know I would've definitely remembered meeting you before."
A self-satisfied smile comes to my face at his attempt at flirting and find myself amused, but more surprised by the fact that I don't actually mind it. "I've been on this base far longer than you have commander, you're the one who's new here."
"General recruited me a few months back from the Republic Fleet," he says and my eyes narrow now, wondering how the hell a new recruit could possibly be made a commander when I never was after years of service. But I swear behind his self-confidence there's a sincerity to his words as he says "You know, if you were new to base I was going to offer to show you around."
"Really?" I say, leaning forward from the edge of my ship in intrigue, giving him my full attention as I look him up and down. Somehow only finding more things to like much to my own surprise considering I've never been the type to be partial to a flyboy, or much to men in general.
"What can I say?" he shrugs but the look in his eyes is a little less carefree than what he's trying to portray as he returns the gesture, tongue running over the seam of his lips as he takes me in. Leaving his intentions maybe a little less innocent than his sincerity. "You're a hell of a pilot, one of the best I've ever seen. You left an impression to say the least."
I can't help but feel warmth come to my face at the look in his eyes that I've never quite seen in anyone else's and turn my head, not knowing whether to be frustrated he's actually having an effect on me or flattered I have a commander standing here flirting with me, but I do like the attention. As for flattery well... that's something I've always received little of.
So maybe I'm being a little bit of an asshole, but I genuinely don't know how to do anything but rebuff him considering it's second nature by now. "What was your name again?"
I remember it, but I want to see how he reacts to his ego being bruised. Somehow he's not put off and just challenges "You know now I think of it you still haven't given me yours."
Wanting to get a little closer I hop down from my ship to find that he has half a foot on me, maybe a little more although it's not exactly hard when I inherited my mother's height. His face is closer now and somehow even more striking up close much to my frustration, a problem I've never had before or at least not to this degree. The sudden proximity leaves me a little more bashful than I'd anticipated but I may as well enjoy the moment considering it'll be over once he learns my name, for a multitude of reasons.
"You can call me Captain," I state. I might have had that title stripped away with every other privilege I had when I was grounded but if she wants me back she's going to have to make compromises.
"Captain?" he repeats back in surprise but respects it. "Alright Captain..." he trails off for a moment, considering his options but inevitably deciding to go with one of the riskier ones. "How long have you been away from base for?"
"Almost a year," I answer, curious to see if that leads him down any trail of thought but he doesn't seem to be using his head to think, although unfortunately for me that face makes up for it. He's older, late twenties, a man who clearly takes pride in his appearance judging by his hair. Again, he has good reason too and even more unfortunately I'm too susceptible to that damn face.
"Then let me give you a tour of the new and improved facilities," he begins before changing tactics, his voice deepening slightly as he leans closer. "Or I could take you out to a spot just outside base with a clear view of a constellation I think you'd like, and maybe by the time we make our way back you'll like me enough to be on a first name basis." His eyes are kind, but there's a mischief behind them that draws me right in. "If that's alright with you?"
It takes me a moment to register what he's saying let alone asking, and when I do I'm convinced that surely I've misheard him or definitely misinterpreted his words. But his interest is something I definitely I haven't misread, intentions are another matter, but this... this was the last thing I'd prepared myself for when I returned to base. I've had passes made at me sure, but certainly never this.
It leaves me speechless for a moment longer than I'd like, but I manage to quickly regain myself and my dignity. I've been back here for five minutes and I'm blushing over some flyboy's pickup line, a flyboy who holds the rank I'd sought for longer than he's been a part of the Resistance.
Oh no this, whatever it is I'm feeling, this won't do.
"Alright commander," I say, making sure whatever happens next is on my terms. "I'll consider it, but first how about you show me what you've got and finish what we started in the field."
"What I've got?" he repeats as I look at the x-wings. "Sweetheart you're speaking to one of the best pilots in the galaxy."
"Sweetheart?" I repeat and actually laugh knowing it didn't end well for the last guy that tried to call me that, and he momentarily panics before seeing the glint in my eye, only more determined to put him in his place before I can consider maybe, just maybe, taking him up on his offer. "Alright then flyboy, get that ass in an x-wing and prove it."
He's tempted, tongue running across the seam of his lips as he leans down and crosses his arms over his chest. "As much as I'd love to do that, I don't want to get put on probation in my first few months and neither should you."
I whistle, taking pleasure in taunting him. "I got the big ego part right but I didn't take you for a pussy."
Now I've got him. "Oh no, I'm not a pussy."
I look down at his astromech who beeps at him knowing it's a bad idea, just as R2 gives me a beep of warning to not get myself in trouble but I've already made up my mind and so I look back up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"
His dark eyes are locked onto mine with determination and I find a spark in them that's the same as mine. "Really."
Knowing I must have some effect on him I tilt my chin up, smirking as I challenge "Prove it."
I must look like a hot mess after hours of maintenance with my braid falling out and the top of my white blouse unbuttoned and stained with oil, my body's covered in engine grease wiped off my palms and smells like it, but he seems to like that.
And I definitely like his face.
Maybe I was right in coming back to base after all.
"Alright," he agrees, physically closer than I've let anyone come to me in a long time. "But you'll lose."
"Fifty credits," I bet knowing I've certainly returned a lot richer from my exploits, even if most of it's gone into my ship and weapons, and he doubles it.
"Hundred."
"One fifty," I challenge to raise the stakes and see that same restless excitement in his eyes. Pilots, people who live on risks and rushes of adrenaline, they're a disaster waiting to happen when it comes to gambling. "You on?"
"How about this, I win and you let me show you around base," he says, the glint in his eye proving to me he might be more of a worthy opponent than I'd originally taken him for. "You win and you're the one who gets to show me around."
He knows he's got me there, and I'm shaking my head with a stupid smile on my face knowing it too. It's a win-win situation for him although I'm curious to see if it would be the same for me, silently cursing how something in his eyes makes me electric. He might be a flyboy but he's one smooth bastard and I've got to get him back. "Alright then hotshot, first one to circumnavigate the planet's atmosphere and land back here wins."
"Atmosphere?" he repeats, knowing atmospheric flying in one of the more dangerous thrills a pilot could partake in, but he only grins back at me with that spark in his eye. "You're on."
"Let's see what you've got then commander," I say, waiting for him to realise he's screwed with the work I've done on my ship but again, he's thinking with anything but his head, and I tease "Then we'll see about me showing you around."
I'm not the only one with a stupid smile on my face and his eyes follow me as I walk back to my ship. Maybe I'm guilty when it comes to liking the attention, I've had my fair share of it not that I've ever entertained it, but none have ever looked like him or had that spark in their eye. I go to pull the ladder over, considering using the force to leap up might give him a little bit of a shock, and hear him call out "Need a foot up?"
"Piss off," I laugh and he flashes a teasing grin at me that only feeds my own determination. "You know you're going to lose right?"
"Don't worry I'll go easy," he promises as if he's doing me a favour.
I raise an eyebrow, not afraid to pull a dirty card to throw him off his game. "Because I'm a girl?"
"Oh no, no, no," he quickly corrects with a nervous laugh, his momentary panic only confirming that he isn't that type of flyboy. There shouldn't be any of them on base considering who the General is but you never know, I mean she did marry one after all. But still, I find an awful amusement in how quickly he refutes it. "Women are just as capable in a cockpit I can promise you that, but as damn good as you are you haven't seen me in action yet."
"Because I'd taken care of all the action before your slow ass ship could get there," I reply and he's all the more ready to try to show me up and my ego meets his as I smirk. "Don't worry I'll go easy."
The droids beep at each other in question as to whether or not they should get involved as he takes on the challenge, jumping up into his x-wing and I climb into mine, only for another ship to suddenly appear in the atmosphere as our droids get into their respective astromech ports. I blink in confusion at the ship, only to sense her before I begin to register who the ship belongs to. "Shit."
He looks at me as to ask if I'm ready to take off and he flashes a confused look as I give him the fall back gesture and shrink back into the cockpit as the ship lands, seeing the same look of panic on his face when he realises who's caught us.
I'm wearing a guilty smile as Mom comes out of the ship, walking with purpose but stopping in her tracks the moment she senses me, whatever emotion fills her face is quickly replaced with exasperation as she looks up at me, and then to the commander, shaking her head at us both.
"Get out of those x-wings."
The commander panics as we both climb out of the x-wings and I come to stand in front of Mom for the first time in almost a year. She wears the familiar expression of frustration, but thankfully I still see the fondness amongst it. I open my mouth but find myself lost for words as I suddenly clam up.
"General," Poe stammers beside me. "I was just-"
"I'm not blaming you, Commander," she sighs and turns her head towards me. "I know my daughter has a habit of causing trouble."
He does a double take, one I've seen often when the men on base have realised they've attempted to chat up the General's daughter. Although none have admittedly been as successful as him. "Daughter?"
Mom just gives a slight shake of her head as she sighs, as if she hadn't expected anything else. "Commander Dameron meet-"
"Hope Solo," I say shaking his limp hand, he's stunned as I meet his eye and for just a moment I see the faintest flicker of recognition amongst the pure mortification. "General's daughter."
"Unfortunately for my sanity," Mom remarks and shakes her head at me as Brance rushes into the hanger to meet her only to go unignored as she asks "Did you seriously try to drag my newest commander into an x-wing race?"
Brance looks between the commander and I at those words and suddenly seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown as he marches back out of the hanger as quickly as he came. Again, Mom looks as if she hadn't expected anything else.
"Maybe," I admit as Poe scratches his head, clearly more than a little blindsided. She looks at my x-wing, mechanically literate enough to realise the parts I've put in aren't cheap or legal and I try to smile and exploit the big eyes that seem to work on everyone else but her. "Miss me?"
She raises her eyebrows in warning and I quickly shut up.
"Commander, considering you've already become acquainted with my daughter you can be gracious enough to escort her to intelligence where she will hand over the information she has on the First Order outpost she destroyed before Snap could gather data on it," she says, barely reigning in her frustration with me but it's the disappointment in her voice that stings. "Then you'll meet me in my office, Hope."
"Yes General," we both say in unison and she shakes her head as walks past out of the hanger, leaving the commander and I standing there in shared awkwardness. While I feel guilty he's purely mortified, and I actually feel slightly bad now.
It's silent until he breaks it. "I'd say you were trying to set me up if she wasn't so happy to see you."
"Yeah," I say, his sarcasm being nothing but truthful. "Won't lie, I was hoping for a warmer welcome back but it could have been worse."
He looks at me now with his own eyebrows raised, standing there in a state of barely constrained panic. "It could have been worse? Worse for you you mean?"
I look at him in surprise. "A flyboy who actually cares what his commanding officers think of him, how rare."
"When my commanding officers are war heroes, yeah I care," he says defensively, incredulous that I don't share that sentiment. The tension between us is just as thick as it was moments ago but different now.
"Well commander, you'll come to learn your heroes are quite human," I assure him, knowing how every person on base reveres my mother, which is fair as she deserves every bit of it, but their reverence for Luke and my father is less justifiable. "Legends are often disappointing."
If I'm the last hope for my family then I'm only proof of that.
He looks at me now how they all do when I don't live up to the expectations they have of their heroes, little do they know their own heroes don't even live up to them.
But my own reputation? Well I can certainly live up to that.
He takes me in more carefully now, with equal caution and curiosity, but also with the slightest bit of wonder in his eye as he says "So, you're Hope Solo."
"That's me," I say, shrugging my shoulders despite knowing the weight my name carries. "Am I missing some grand reputation I'm meant to be living up to?"
From the way he stammers I know I am and it usually falls into two categories, a Jedi or a political scandal. My reputation as a pilot clearly isn't as prominent as I'd like it to be despite my stint as a racer.
"Well," he begins and I can tell he's not quite sure what to make of me. "I- you aren't what I expected."
I'm intrigued now as I take him in, sensing nerves beneath that cocky exterior. "And what did you expect?"
I don't miss the way his eyes skim over me and so I return the favour, somehow still quite liking what I see despite his fleeting defensiveness. "Well-" he coughs to try to cover himself. "Not you."
That's an answer I don't quite mind and I laugh under my breath. "Acceptable."
"So," he continues, keeping a respectable distance from me as we continue through the base, suddenly taking a very different approach towards me now he knows I'm the General's daughter. A fact that inevitably scares off anyone who looks at me how he did, although I can't quite say anyone has, not like that at least. "How did the General's daughter end up rogue in the Outer Rims?"
"That's quite the story," I say, realising what I did must have stayed classified outside of high command. "And not a pretty one."
"Alright," he says, he doesn't push but asks "So what did you do here before that?"
That's the question.
"Well I'm the General's daughter," I say, repeating what everyone else does with some embellishments. "Best damn pilot here, but considering I prefer blasters to negotiating they tend to keep me out of the loop."
He raises an eyebrow, a glint of almost childlike excitement in his eye as he asks "Not a lightsaber?"
And there's that one final legacy that Luke left me when he went into exile, that of the last Jedi. When the news of the temple's destruction broke they all looked to the supposed sole survivor for answers, but some looked at me as a suspect. The Jedi Killers grandaughter being the only survivor of a fire that killed all of the Jedi... that's one other legacy I've been left with.
But he only looks at me with an awestruck curiosity, not too dissimilar to how I'd look at Luke and the other students before I'd started my training, back when the Jedi were still mysterious to me. I can't quite remember anyone looking at me that way however, not until now.
"Oh I've got my lightsaber but I've been frequently reminded that it isn't a good look for the Resistance to use it for combat," I explain as we walk through the hanger towards intelligence, not quite sure why I'm still speaking to him when I'm about to get torn to shreds by my own mother but he's listening and perhaps I don't mind the sound of his voice. "And then there's the fact we aren't meant to engage the enemy first."
"That's a big one," he says keeping his tone light, playful even, but I can feel a mutual frustration there. "Something tells me that's part of it?"
"I might have gotten a bit carried away once or twice," I admit, something tells me with an ego like his he has as well, but not to the severity I did. "But there's nothing like practice."
He meets me in the middle there. "As frustrating as it is not being able to engage the Resistance is better when it comes to action than the Navy, I can promise you that."
"Yes but be warned commander, a little too much action and you'll get yourself grounded," I say with a bitter edge to my voice. "I would know."
"Too much action or insubordination?" he asks in amusement and if his face wasn't enough to take a liking to him that's sealed it.
"Well there's no point committing insubordination if there's no action," I remark and he laughs, something tells me he's no stranger to it either.
"I like the way you think but I'm glad I'm not your commander."
"I prefer to work alone so rest assured you won't have to deal with me," I say as we reach intelligence but something in his eyes tempts me against my better judgement, strikes a boldness in me I had never quite realised was there until now. "Unless you want to?"
But as expected he's suddenly hesitant. It's typically seen as disrespectful to even look at your superior's daughter that way and well no one wants to disrespect the general, but it's a little late for him to pretend like he wasn't quite interested just a few minutes ago.
He quickly becomes nervous, trying to laugh it off before not so subtly changing the subject. "So uh- I guess I will be then if you're going to be flying?"
"I will be," I state as he clams up, putting on his friendliest face and the gives me an awkward thumbs up of all things before guiding me inside the command centre. Usually I wouldn't care, usually I'd laugh when I'd watch them suddenly clam up, but it seems this one's left an impression, for better or for worse.
Brance stands there as we enter the room and hesitates at the sight of us. "The General said you had some reconnaissance data about First Order patrols?" he swallows and I can't recall what I did to make him like this, but he's in charge of intelligence. He knows exactly what I've been doing. "Around Tatooine I presume?"
There's judgment in his voice upon mentioning Tatooine, but Brance's judgment's only a fraction of what I'm about to get from Mom.
"Well, I don't exactly have it," I say looking at R2 but he's hardly been collecting any. "I saw an outpost and I blew it up, twenty four tie's in total including the ones this commander saw me take down, three squadrons, not much else to say." I turn to the commander now, since these patrols should be his area of jurisdiction, but mostly because I don't like to walk away without the last word. "But if you'd like a report on all the First Order outposts I've cleared in the outer rims you can come and find me."
Poe stops and blinks at me in slight alarm. "Cleared?"
"Cleared," I confirm and leave him to put together what I mean as I dismiss myself with a sly smile. "Commander." I nod my head to Brance who's turned pale. "Major."
Both their eyes follow me as I leave the room, forcing myself to keep a straight face as I willingly send myself to the interrogation chamber.
~
The encounter still plays on my mind as I wait to speak with Mom, it's almost a welcome distraction from what's waiting for me. But it's hard not to dwell when it's left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I'd once joked to Lando that no one would be brave enough to take a chance on me with who my family is, little did I know then just how true it would be, and that was before the entire galaxy found out I'm the heir of Darth Vader himself. In the public's eyes Mom was never a Jedi, she as far as they know can't wield the force. They could throw every accusation of treason and conspiracy against her but that, the claims of being a danger to society because of our blood was reserved for me and Luke and Ben.
Not to mention I've become the sister of a pretender.
But he's not the one accused of being the Jedi Killer, how can he be when much like Anakin Skywalker the galaxy believes he died with the rest of the Jedi. Like Luke he left me to bear those accusations alone. To carry this name that's only gotten heavier with each passing day.
But for a moment I liked being a mystery, and I liked it even more when he still looked at me with awe instead of apprehension after learning my name. Poe Dameron. I hate to say it but unlike the other flyboys that come through here I actually like this one.
Wait.
"Are you fucking serious," I whisper under my breath in irony into the empty space of Mom's office and remember where I've heard his name.
It was just days before everything went to hell. I'd travelled to Theron to be with Dad after I'd gotten myself expelled from university after a rather dramatic display that I'm still quite proud of. Lando and I sat watching the Five Saber's races when a man had caught my attention in the stands below, or if memory serves me the force had drawn my attention to him. Not that it would have mattered to Lando, all Lando saw was his niece staring at some guy.
"Oh no, now I know for a fact pretty boy down there's too old for you," Lando had laughed.
I'd just reminded him about how much older Dad was than Mom when they met and he laughed with me while trying to hush me. I don't know how the conversation had descended into what it had, with me expressing to him my juvenile worries no one would ever want to take a chance on me with who I was. Perhaps now I don't care about something as silly as love, I've experienced enough of it to know how it ends, but back then I did, what sixteen year old doesn't? He tried to ease my worries, giving me the sort of pep talk only an uncle can give, Mom had echoed similar statements not long after but Lando's words stuck with me over the years.
I'd thought that had been the end of it until I'd sat in the cantina as Lando went to the bar and I watched the same man introduce himself. Growing up with war heroes for parents, especially Han Solo, I was never a stranger to having aspiring pilots wanting to meet their heroes and so I'd watched from a distance as they spoke, happily out of sight.
"General Calrissian," Poe Dameron had said shaking his hand. "It's an honour."
"General?" I heard Lando repeat in amusement. "No one's called me that in a long time."
"You fought with my parents on Endor," he'd said and I'd been slightly more interested.
"Wait don't tell me, I know that face," Lando had said and laughed in realisation. "You're Kes and Shara's boy aren't you?"
He'd given his name "Poe Dameron."
I'd recognised his parents names, particularly his mother's since she'd defended Naboo during Operation Cinder. More than anything I just remember being confused by the strange nagging I felt, almost as if I knew him, or rather that I would know him. It seems my intuition was correct.
All things considered, that day is something I'd all but forgotten about until now and it leaves me unsettled. Nothing good ever comes when the force starts throwing these coincidences at me, or rather as it seems wrapping up loose ends. There was more to the conversation I struggle to recall, conversations about the navy and whatnot, but I do remember them talking about his mother.
As an aspiring pilot I'd taken an interest in the women who flew such as her and Hera Syndulla. Dad would often feign offence when I'd beg Mom to be able to come with her to meetings with General Syndulla since they'd had a friendly rivalry back in the day. Although Hera never abandoned her kid despite him being force sensitive so I know who I like more. Wherever he is I'm sure he's glad he was grown up by the time Luke began taking students, with Ben's age group having been the oldest ones he trained. The youngest however... that still pains me to think about.
I'd disappeared before Lando could introduce us, so at least some of my anonymity remains intact. While I'm vaguely familiar with him, all he knows of me would be reputation and that's how I prefer to be known.
Although the force isn't finished with me yet, the lingering tension from the last time I sat in this office still remains, bringing back other more uncomfortable memories.
"What do you mean I'm grounded!" I raged at her after coming back from what I thought was a successful mission. "I did everything you asked me to-"
"I sent you to run reconnaissance not to engage!" she yelled, as beside herself with anger as I'd ever seen her. "Instead you used the force to interrogate an officer and not just that, you engaged an entire squadron of stormtroopers with a lightsaber-"
"And I took them out!" I reminded her, proud of my accomplishment even if she was horrified, or at least proud in the moment.
"And potentially started a war!" she snapped and slammed her hand down on the table. "What is the one rule I ask you to follow, the only damn rule that matters!"
Still I didn't care. "How are we meant to stop them if we can't fight them-"
"We stop them through these missions you think are pointless, through collecting data and using it to secure whatever funding we can get from the very few allies we have in the senate," she tried to make me understand and she grit out "Hope, we do not have the numbers or the facilities to enter into a war. The Rebellion was thousands strong, we have less than a hundred and the Resistance cannot afford to lose the only Jedi we have because she decided to go rogue and take matters into her own hands with the very weapon that should never be used for such violence."
Those words rubbed me the wrong way "So that's my role, the one symbolic Jedi. Not a pilot, not a fighter, not even your daughter-"
"Don't go there," she warned, the mother-daughter relationship we'd finally forged during the scandal with Vader having worn away with every disagreement over strategy. "I am speaking to you as your general, not your mother, and it's time you learned the difference. Which is why you aren't just stripped of your rank, you are grounded until you can pull your head in and not endanger this entire resistance on a whim. You tortured a man Hope." The way she looked at me made me sick. "You used the force to torture a man like-" she cut herself off but we both knew damn well who she was comparing me to. "For someone who can see the past you sure as hell don't know how to learn from it."
"He mentioned Ben," I ground out and she couldn't meet my eye. "He's calling himself Kylo Ren and has made himself the First Order's enforcer. Did you think I was going to let that officer go without finding out everything I could about what my brothers been doing!"
"I'm more concerned about what you've done," she said, terribly pale. "Saving those children at whatever cost, that I could excuse, that I would have even promoted you for. But the carnage you left behind and giving the First Order grounds to attack us I can't excuse. Using the force for that- as the last person with any authority to tell you how the force should be used... I am disgusted Hope."
But not as disgusted as I was at what I'd seen. "He was dragging children screaming from their homes-"
"And what intelligence did you torture out of him?" she asks me and that's when I clamped my mouth shut. "You could have asked where they were to be taken, how many, where their battalion is stationed, but no. You weren't just reckless you were selfish. If you were going to take your anger out regardless you could have given us something useful instead of chasing after Snoke. Tell me how did you rationalise the thought that a low ranking officer would know where either of them are?" I opened my mouth but she cut me off sharply. "Every single member of high command across all of our stations has petitioned for your demotion and an official court martial which has never happened before in the entirety of this organisation. They want you not just grounded permanently but banned from any Resistance operations and frankly I agree."
I gaped at her, betrayed. Command could believe whatever they wanted, but this was my own mother. "You think I'm dangerous?"
"I think you have been nothing but angry and spiteful these past years," she confessed to me as I stood there with tears burning in my eyes. "I understand you went through something horrific, I understand why you're acting out, but right now I can't trust that-"
"I won't end up like Ben?" She still couldn't meet my eye and I felt more betrayed by her in that moment than I ever did when I discovered the truth about Vader. "You think I'm like him?" But I knew there was something else. "No, you don't think I'm like Ben. You think I'm like him. Your father."
There was a bite to her voice. "Don't call him my father and don't you dare think for even a moment I would believe you could become what he did."
"Then why?" I whispered, tears of anger wetting my cheeks. "Why don't you trust me?"
"Because as of this moment you are too unstable to be trusted with important missions, or any mission for that matter," she said carefully, but the words hurt just as much. "I can't protect you from the law if you decide to let darkness take control, which is why you have to work where I can keep an eye on you. I want you to go to Hosnian Prime to work with the few allies we have left in the senate, Varish will look after you. You spent years being educated for a career in politics and I gave you your title so you could take my place in the senate. If I can't trust you in the field then that is your assignment."
I shook my head. "No." She was leaning over her desk, head hung in distress. "If you won't let me fight then I'm not staying here."
"Hope," she argued. "Please for once in your life think before storming out."
"I have," I said. "If you don't trust me then I'm going to find the one person who does." She looked up in fear, and I knew what she assumed. "Not him, Dad."
She sighed. "Honey, your father-"
"Is out there," I said, tired of failing to live up to her expectations. "And if I'm too much like him for you, or any other man in this damn family, then I'm going to find him!"
I'd stormed out with hot tears running down my cheeks, now I sit here cold as she enters the room and sits down across from me without a word, neither of us knowing what to say until I break the silence.
"Am I being court-martialed?"
"No," she answers shortly, her voice difficult to read.
"Lando convinced me to come home," I say, unable to calm the defensive tone in my voice. "I was hoping for a warmer welcome considering the speech he gave about how much you've missed me, how worried you've been."
"I was worried," she says, struggling to hold back her frustration. "I was worried sick that you were hurt or out of your mind but no, I find you the same as ever going off to race x-wings whilst I've been in the core worlds doing the job I'd asked you to do." I just shake my head to try to fight off the guilt and look away until she relents and asks "Did you find Han?"
"No, but Lando will keep looking," I answer stiffly and get to business. "He said you had a mission for me."
She nods, but if I thought she was going to let the past be the past I was wrong. "We will get to that, but now enough time has passed I hope we can speak honestly now about what happened so let me begin by saying what you did horrified me Hope. My barely nineteen year old daughter torturing an enemy officer and committing a massacre beyond what was necessary to protect those children. Even after they were off the planet you went back to finish the job to ensure there was no one living to testify to what you did. You committed a war crime, several I might add."
Against my better judgement I retort. "Legally it's not a war crime if we aren't technically at war."
She shakes her head, having not expected any different. "A cold war is still a war and it's only getting worse."
"Which is why-"
"Why you've been hunting the First Order for sport?" she finishes and I'm glad Snap gave me a warning. "Commander Dameron told me all about your encounter before you decided to come back and try to- what- what the hell were you even doing?"
I put it simply. "Trying to prove a point."
She just sighs and puts her head in her hands. "Hope you've been back five minutes and you're already giving me a headache."
"You asked me to come back," I remind her, wishing I'd stayed gone. "Sent Lando to beg me to come back-"
"Yes because you're my daughter and I love you despite how infuriatingly stupid you've been," she says bluntly and pure anger suddenly fills her eyes. "Working for Boba Fett?"
Shit.
Despite my panic I hold my ground. "He pays well."
"He pays well?" she repeats. "I should think so considering the money he got from giving your father over to Jabba the Hutt."
"Well that's his own fault for making shitty deals and not following through," I say, knowing well enough by now how it works. "You say I don't learn from the past but he's the one repeating it."
"And you should be smarter than to get into the same mess for the sake of spiting him," she lectures. "Because that's why you did it in the first place isn't it? To spite your father and when he didn't come back to drag you off Tatooine you decided to take the credits and take your anger out on tie fighters."
I remain unremorseful. "Would you rather me use a lightsaber?"
I'd almost forgotten that like myself, she gives as good as she gets but it's a comparison that doesn't phase me anymore. "Like Vader did?"
"I was once told Anakin Skywalker was a war criminal," I say, remembering that history lesson on the Clone Wars after years of Luke making our grandfather out to be the ultimate hero in Ben's eyes. "It only seems right I continue his legacy."
She does not like that answer. "Alright then I was wrong, you haven't matured enough to take on this mission."
She gets up to leave and I relent "Wait, Mom." She looks at me expectantly and we've been through this enough times I know what she wants to hear. "I'm sorry."
She still waits. "For?"
"For being a smartass about committing a war crime, no matter how justified it was, and running away for a year," I say and watch her inhale deeply to keep herself calm. "And for being a smartass now."
She sits back down and leans back in her chair. "A year Hope. I would have thought being gone that long running around the Outer Rims would have matured you at least slightly."
I actually scoff. "You really thought that after being married to Dad?"
"For one single minute can you not be a smartass," she pleads and raises her index finger. "Just one."
I wisely keep my mouth shut and nod, knowing it won't last.
"Long enough has passed I believe I can convince command you've grown up and have seen the error of your mistakes," she begins, moving to negotiations. "Now we both know that's a load of crap but if you want to get back in the field they need to believe it. I might be the General but there is only so much I can do to help you because I can't be seen giving my daughter or any member of this Resistance special treatment. While you've been gone I've done my best to try to rebuild your reputation for the day you inevitably came back, most of the base believes you've been studying politics on Naboo and completing your education."
I scoff in offence and suddenly it all makes sense why a commander would see someone pull off what I did and never even think of my name. "That's the best lie you could come up with, that I willingly went back to university after they expelled me for arguing with that old Imperial bitch?"
"Yes," she states and my frustration only grows, that I'm only known as the spoiled princess sent off to Naboo instead of what I've worked hard to become.
"So you discredit the fact I'm the best pilot in the Resistance so everyone believes I'm just some spoiled princess playing politics at some prissy university to the point your shiny new flyboy can't even realise who I must be and thinks he's actually better than I am?" Her eyebrows shoot up at that remark. "That's your solution to rebuilding my reputation? By utterly falsifying it and discrediting the one thing I've worked hard to be." I stick a finger into my chest as I grit out "I started flying when I was a child, I begged and pleaded to join the starfighter corps when I was just twelve years old and have spent my entire life working damn hard to be the pilot that I am. It's bad enough everyone just dismisses me as being Han Solo's daughter when I'm a better pilot than he ever was, but for no one to even recognise me as a pilot and just think I'm off prancing around Naboo-" I have to cut myself short. "How could you do that?"
She sees I'm genuinely hurt but remains firm in her decision. "How do you think they'd take it if I said you were running around with pirates and hunting the First Order on some mad vendetta?"
"They'd think I was actually doing something worthwhile," I say and she blinks at me incredulously. "You might think I've been acting like an idiot but I've been smart about it."
She's unimpressed and bites back. "Words right out of your father's mouth."
"I made sure even if people pieced together I was the one in that starfighter they couldn't do anything about it because I was being legally contracted to defend a system from an unwelcome force, hell I had an invitation to the bounty hunters guild that I didn't accept because I knew it would be a bad look for the Resistance and for you. But I've been damn good at what I've been doing and I'm not going to apologise for it."
"Congratulations," she deadpans. "In trying to piss off your father you've become him, running away from your family for the thrill of making credits and blowing things up."
That finally shuts me up, Vader I can take being compared to, but not him. Not when I know she looks at me and sees him more than anyone else. She suddenly looks remorseful and reaches for my hand.
"Hope, you are my daughter and I love you more than you could ever know," she says and I wasn't prepared for those words, looking away as I force back tears. "But you need to realise your actions have consequences, if your father's situation isn't evidence of that I don't know what is. Luck inevitably runs out."
"It hasn't for you."
Her eyes are sad. "It ran out a long time ago, but yours hasn't. Not yet." I don't expect the ache when she reaches for my face and forcing back tears has not felt this hard in a long time. "You've grown up."
"Yeah well, that happens," I say curtly and she withdraws her hand. "I know you think I ran off like Dad did but you didn't give me a choice."
"You had a choice and you made it," she says gently, the love in her voice only making it worse. "But now I need you to own up to it and make better ones."
"If you want me to be ashamed of what I've done and apologise for it I won't," I say and finally she listens. "I did make my choices, and don't think I wouldn't make them again."
"Alright," she says upon seeing this won't go the way she wants. "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Believing there's nothing left she could say to hurt me I shrug. "Shoot."
"I never believed it when I was told the Skywalker blood ran strong in you, but I should have. When Sola and my mother's handmaidens told me you reminded them of my father I didn't listen. When Luke warned me dark things would come of your training I should have listened but I didn't and you were nearly killed as a consequence."
"Mom-" I immediately whisper at her blaming herself.
"I knew something was wrong between you and Ben, I knew something was wrong with him, but I sent you back to Ossus with him regardless," she says as if Ben gave her a choice in the matter. He'd taken me as his apprentice, and his eyes his authority overuled our own mother's. "Days later everything was gone. Ben, Luke, eventually Han. Everything was lost in that fire except for you." Her voice breaks. "I have tried in every way I know how to help you Hope, but you aren't helping me. It is a fact that you share many similarities with your grandfather, more than Ben ever did. Everyone who's ever lived to know both of you has said as much. I am aware of the darkness that's clung to you ever since you discovered what he became and I want to help you Hope, but I need you to let me."
My throat's tight. I've always shrugged off the comparisons, but they've never come so strongly from my own mother, the one person in the galaxy who has the most cause to despise him. Yet in my travels I've only found more people who've confirmed what I've tried to deny for years. "So that's why you can't stand me, because I take after him?"
She shakes her head in disbelief that that's the conclusion I'd come to, voice incredulous as she whispers "No, Hope that's not what I'm trying to tell you."
"Do you have any idea how long I spent trying to live up to you?" I ask her, remembering now just why I ran. "Trying to live up to a perfect hero but no matter how hard I try I'm told time and time again that I'm my father's daughter, or worse that I take after Anakin Skywalker. Never you, never Padmé Amidala, only ever them." Frustrated tears burn in my eyes that she truly can't fathom. "I don't want to hear that, I don't want to live up to anyone's legacy. I've spent years training to make my own path, I've spent another year out there in the Outer Rims not even recognising myself in the mirror trying to make a name for myself just to have all these powerful people look at me and tell me I'm just like a man I never knew. Desperate for validation, living up to a self-imposed prophecy, the one to restore balance and save us all only to lead the slaughter. Or worse that I'm like the father who abandoned me."
She quickly becomes unnerved at the cynical laughter that escapes me along with the tears. "Hope-"
"I don't want that, I just want my family but I can't have that," I say with a barely contained primordial rage burning in me. "All because of a voice in Ben's head." She's deadly quiet as I finally look her in the eye. "So if killing stormtroopers is as close as I can get to killing Snoke then that's what I'm going to do."
For the first time I sense a deep fear within her and she again reaches for my hand only for me to sharply pull it away. "I need you to listen to me."
"No!" I yell, a trembling mess as I slam my hand down on the desk. "I need you to listen to me when I say that if I can get my hands on Snoke I can end this! Or if I can just find Ben I know I could bring him back or convince him to turn on Snoke, but to do that I need to get my hands on these First Order officers and-"
"And you'll what, torture information out of them?"
The answer's simple in my mind. "Why not?"
"Because it's torture hope!" she yells. "For the love of-, you are not going to be torturing anyone for information. I know how much you loved your brother, I know how close you were and you are not the only one who wants him back." There's tears in both our eyes now. "But you are simply not prepared to take on Snoke."
"Luke took on the Emperor didn't he?" I retort. "He convinced Vader to turn on him and so will Ben. I know him better than you ever did Mom as much as you hate to hear that. I know he was screwed in the head and delusional, hell I know that better than you ever could and I have permanent scars to remind me of it every day!" There's nothing but pain in her eyes. "But everything he did was to protect me as twisted as it was and he would never let Snoke do to me what he's done to him. I know if I bring him back we will destroy Snoke."
She tries to steer me away from the subject, to de-escalate, to distract me from the spiral I'm heading down. "Someday yes, but for now I need you focused on proving to the senate what the First Order is truly doing so we can prepare. I promise you the day will come when you can use your saber but until then we need to build up the Resistance before starting a war we can't win and you are only one person. We need the support of the New Republic and the senate-"
"When are you going to realise we need to damn what the senate says and go after them ourselves?" I exclaim and it's then I fess up. "Do you have any idea how many of those bastards I've killed before they could gain a foothold in the Outer Rims?" Her face turns to stone. "How many outposts I've destroyed-"
"I don't want to know," she says hoarsely. "I don't want to know how many people you've killed or how many outposts you've blown up. I just want you to do what I'm asking you to do."
"What are you so afraid of?" I ask her at a complete loss. "I am capable-"
"You are too capable and you know it which makes you dangerous," she states factually and years worth of anger finally comes out. "You think you're smarter than everyone else in the room, but you're not. You think you are better and that you know better but you don't and it's past time you heard it. You don't do what is asked of you, you either go too far or disobey. You have always been all or nothing Hope. You run away for a year and now come back asking for me to trust you but I can't. You're impulsive and rash and not in the way we need. You don't think before acting and still refuse to do what is asked of you. You always have and I had hoped you could be mature enough to sit down so we could both apologise and move forward so I could give you this very important mission but no, you're too defensive and too defiant to even listen to me without interpreting me trying to get through to you as an attack!" Her voice breaks and for one of the very few times in my life I see tears running down her face. Three times I've seen it, but never solely because of me. "I love you, but I cannot trust you when you're like this."
Her words hurt, they're true, but they still hurt.
No, they don't just hurt, they tear me apart and I've never craved to be back in my bedroom on Hosnian Prime so badly. Back when I was still a child, back when I was still young enough if I cried I knew someone would come to comfort me, whether it was her or Dad, or most often Ben. Back before everything went to hell, and I can't stop the tears from coming now.
She goes to take my hand again but I pull it away, shaking my head as I stumble back out of my chair away from her, my flight response taking over. "Hope!" she calls out as I head for the door. "Wait-"
I'm already out the door and halfway to the hanger when I slam into Poe Dameron as I round a corner, he catches my arm and goes to ask if I'm alright but I pull it free, not stopping to make conversation as I rush to find R2 so we can leave.
For good this time.
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À Terre | Poe Dameron x OC/Reader
A/N: Reader is a Resistance pilot that manages to escape capture by hijacking a ship. Injured and disoriented, they rejoin the Resistance by crash landing just outside of the base. A certain distraught squadron leader runs out to help.
Hurt/Comfort. Gratuitous, self-serving one shot. I don’t like using “y/n” so I give the reader a generic, 1 syllable Star Wars name in the middle of this bad boy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’ve been daydreaming about this scene for months, so I finally decided to write it out. There’s a little bit of a long set up, but I’m not sorry about it.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions blood. References torture. Shellshock. Cursing. Injection (so needles)
Word count: 5,445
Masterlist
Part II
You woke up on the floor of your tent sometime in the early evening. Your memory of exactly where you had been prior was unsurprisingly inaccessible. There were so many holes in your recollection of your time on Batuu. Certain details were lost much like when a computer fails to locate stored data. It was the only way you could describe the feeling, because you felt more like a malfunctioning machine these days than anything else.
Nearly all of your senses seemed dull and warped.
Time, smell, touch, hearing…only your eyesight really remained proficient.
There was no way to judge how long you had been asleep. They made the sessions so unpredictable that you could no longer determine the exact time of day. You only knew that at some point they would begin, and after far too long they would eventually end.
The drugs made you sleep for stretches of time that varied. Depending on the cocktail they administered, you could be out for a couple of hours or multiple days.
Slowly, you began to stretch and test your limbs. The familiar stiff ache in your body was still ever present. As you forced yourself to move about, your arms quickly found the limit of your restraints. They remembered to double lock the chains this time, you noticed.
You could tell that sleep wouldn’t return for you anytime soon. You would be awake until well after the sunrise and following sunset.
That gave you plenty of time to think.
You were amongst the first to volunteer for the solo mission to Batuu. They needed someone who could pilot and who spoke decent Huttese. You were only supposed to spend five days max on planet before returning back to base. You needed to talk to some smuggler rings about intelligence on a possible First Order spy network. While remaining undercover you would help them intercept a supply shipment destined for a First Order post. It was a shipment supposedly full of inner territory riches that were hard to come by all the way out at Black Spire. In turn, they would give forth what information they knew.
An easy and simple reconnaissance mission. In and out.
As someone still relatively new to the Resistance and only ranking as high as lieutenant, you would pass conveniently under the radar. Leia didn’t want to send a more experienced member and risk having their cover being blown.
You saw it as the first opportunity where you could prove yourself as more than just a sky jockey, so you jumped.
But now the five days you were meant to be on Batuu had stretched into an undefinable amount of time. You no longer knew how long you had been gone.
From the beginning, Poe was firmly against you signing up for this mission. He was furious that Leia had even agreed to let you leave by yourself. After you volunteered in front of everyone during the meeting, he pulled you into his quarters and began chewing you out like you were back in flight school.
“I’m your CO. Did you even think of running this idea by me before opening your mouth?”
“Poe, you heard what they needed! Pilot. Can speak to the Hutts. Low profile. Who else could that be?”
He shook his head while he watched you list the criteria on your fingers.
“Don’t you see that this mission is fucked? Do I need to spell it out for you?” He gritted this out through clenched teeth, his anger coming to a rapid simmer just under the surface. He patronizingly began to count on his own hands. “One. You aren’t experienced enough to go alone. Two. The risk is too great for very little reward. Three. Our resourc-”
“Too little reward?!” You spat, effectively interrupting his lecture. “Weeding out this First Order spy network is not reason enough for you?”
“We need every one of our pilots!” Poe bellowed back at you, shoving his desk chair as he stormed away. “Are you going to look me in the goddamn eyes and insist that you don’t hear what I’m saying? If there is one hiccup and the mission goes south, Batuu is too far out. Our resources are too strapped to scrounge up a rescue. You are entirely on your own.”
Coming from him, all of those reasons seemed painfully hypocritical.
“You don’t think I can do it.” You stated it as fact, not caring anymore if your voice displayed how hurt you felt. “Just fucking say that then! You’ve gone alone countless times for missions that were way far more doomed than this one. But the second someone else tries-”
Poe made a sound of frustrated disgust.
“I didn’t say that I don’t think you’re capable. That’s not what this is about, so don’t pull that childish shit with me.”
There it was, you thought. The real word that revealed how he truly felt—childish. You would always be on some lower level for him, never his equal. Never due the same respect.
It shut you down immediately. There was no talking with someone who didn't respect you.
You watched him head for the door. He angrily hit the button for it to slide open.
“I’ve said enough.” He spoke, leaning back heavily against the doorframe. “Either you listen or you don’t, but just know one thing. You leave on this mission and you’re done. I need people on my squadron who can follow orders when it counts, who know when to swallow their pride and take advice.”
“You of all people can’t be saying this.”
Poe only nodded curtly towards the exit. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re done talking. You have your orders.”
Your heated conversation over the matter still rang sharply in your ears the next morning when you flew out from the hangar.
What was happening between you and Poe was fucked up. Sleeping with your commanding officer violated just about every damn oath you ever swore. It was chaotic and messy on multiple levels, but you both clung to it with desperation and recklessness. There was just too much commonality between you - natives to Yavin IV, children of parents who fought in the Battle of Endor. You were two Rebel brats who inherited this new war against the very boogeyman your parents’ generation gave everything to defeat. History hardly remembered them and it would certainly not be any kinder to either of you. The bleakness of that shared truth took its toll. Lying pressed together in the dark was the only temporary balm either of you had.
Now here you were, battered and growing steadily weaker as you lay on the dirt floor of a canvas tent, somewhere in the jungles of Batuu. Soon you would be forced to confront the reality that Poe had been right. It was only a matter of time before infection or some disease took you.
The thought made you bitterly angry.
This mission started off relatively well, but times were more desperate than maybe you or the others had realized in the outer rim territories. You succeeded in working out a deal with the gang identified by Resistance intelligence, but things disintegrated when the heist fell through. The attempt to overtake the freighter destined for First Order systems quickly turned ugly. A rival gang had been hired to ensure its safe passage and you didn’t have the necessary fire power to respond. In a desperate moment to save your own life and the lives of your business partners, you made the difficult call to let the freighter escape.
Terrified to return back to their syndicate boss empty handed, the gang decided to take you as a payment. They didn’t know who you worked for, but they felt that the person they currently served would be curious to find out. At least, that’s what they seemed to desperately hope for.
Ransom money was easy business in the outer rim, and even if you weren’t of any value to the First Order, offering a young, able-bodied prisoner wasn’t a total loss.
You were shackled and transported across-planet to a remote camp out in the jungle. A hood was shoved over your head for the entire journey, but just from listening you were able to judge that they were moving you somewhere pretty far out. Your ears only detected animals and the occasional passing vehicle, which probably meant farms and maybe the occasional trading post. The hood was finally yanked off your head sometime after arrival. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light, you tried to memorize everything. The camp was fenced off with guard spires at all four corners. You did your best to commit to memory the location of the big tent where they dragged you before their boss.
Much to your surprise, the person they answered to wasn’t a Hutt, but a human named Mar Alem. He was tall and thin with no visible body hair. You remembered thinking that he resembled a muscular baby. His smile was unnerving and it never seemed to leave his face.
You soon found out that his business was the slave trade, and with that revelation your situation suddenly became much more dangerous.
He laughed when your captors suggested that they would draw information from you to see if you were potentially of value to the First Order.
“Why would we ever do that? They have enough cheap labor from me.” He insisted, smiling behind his glass of fire wine. “No, no, I’ll be keeping this one for my personal collection. I’ll even see to her conditioning myself.”
He wished to keep you as one of his own, and you found out very quickly what he meant by “conditioning”.
Mar Alem was a former pharmaceuticals manufacturer who became big in the Outer Rim’s slave trade after the fall of the Empire. He prided himself on providing some of the healthiest and most obedient workers on the market. That obedience came from his unique style of “conditioning”, which was just his fucked up way to say torture. His slaves were some of the healthiest because his methods involved very little physical punishment, he sought to break them through administering psychoactive drugs.
Your sessions with Mar would begin with you being hauled out of your sleeping quarters to a separate tent. Inside there was a rusted imperial interrogation chair, one that you had only ever seen in those old holovids you watched during training. The chair was underneath two large surgical lights, which were used to blind you from your surroundings. They began each time by injecting you with different substances. Spice. Nerve-agents. Psychotropics.
While under the influence, you would be asked questions or forced to recite things. The goal was to distort your reality, make you forget your own identity. If you answered incorrectly too many times, you received another dose.
You didn’t respond as well as he would have liked to the sessions. After several days you were no more “broken in” than from the very beginning.
Frustrated, Mar decided to intensify his approach, to take a more traditional direction. You became his little project, and after all, you weren’t for sale.
The beatings never touched your face, a kindness in his eyes because were a woman and they wanted to give you a chance to “preserve your looks”. After two days, they progressed past beatings to holding your head under water. By the fifth day, they were frustrated enough to move on to electric shock. Sometime during the second week, they broke one of your arms.
Fear set in and you realized that you were going to die on this fucking planet.
The pain in your arm and the lack of food made things difficult enough, but the drugs made you hallucinate and disrupted your sleep. You would have short, fitful dreams of home, of those who knew you agreeing to accept the loss and move on. When awake, all you could think about was the guilt you felt for failing the mission coupled with the infuriating fact that Poe had been right.
But your captors left you with far too much time to think.
Too ashamed to let yourself die on a failed mission in some remote corner on the edge of the galaxy, you plotted your escape.
Whenever alone, you let your mind run through everything- considering the best you could every detail and noticeable rhythm. You knew by voice who kept guard outside, who dropped rations off to your tent, who escorted you to the sessions with Mar. You began to listen to different sounds outside, those of ground transport vehicles and the occasional ship overhead. It was rare, but once in a while you would hear small aircraft landing and taking off. It sounded to be just to the south of camp.
It took time to see your opening, but after breaking your arm, your captors slowly grew careless. There were brief windows where you were left unsupervised. You managed to swipe a set of needles from the interrogation tent. At the end of one session you mustered your strength when Mar left you on the ground and reached up on the supplies table to grab the first thing you touched. It was a pack of hypodermic needles of different widths.
The change in guards in the middle of the night became sloppy over time, leaving you an opportunity of several minutes to pick the lock and make an escape under the cover of darkness.
Slipping out of your cell that night was relatively easy, even with just one functioning arm. The real trouble started once you reached the hangar and saw that the selection of ships was less than desirable. They only had two scrap ships to choose from, and neither of the poorly constructed hunks of junk looked promising.
You eventually chose the ship that vaguely resembled an old A-wing, completely unsure if it would even start.
Your captors were immediately alerted of your escape once the ship’s engine came to life. You took heavy fire as you closed the cockpit’s canopy and put the vessel into motion. The take off was far from smooth, but you managed to peel out of that hangar, only realizing once you were in the air and the adrenaline began to fade that you had been grazed by blaster fire.
Your side burned white hot as you fumbled with the ship’s controls one-handedly. The smell of your seared flesh filled the cockpit, making your stomach turn. The edges of your vision grew hazy, but you forced yourself to concentrate on navigating through the planet’s atmosphere. You could only thank the force when you discovered that there was a functioning hyper drive and just enough fuel to make the jump.
Just as you pulled into the comfort of hyperspace, you only barely succeeded in tugging the life support mask over your face before you lost consciousness.
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You sprung awake as the shrill alarm signaling the end of the autopilot and the ship dropping out of hyperspace blared through the cockpit. Your fuel reserves were dangerously low as you approached the outer atmosphere of D’Qar. It demanded all of your strength just to pilot the ship. The thumping pain in your head and right side dominated your thoughts when the command center’s first contact message buzzed in over your comlink.
“Unidentified aircraft, you are entering a secured zone. State your name and purpose.”
Your voice wasn’t strong enough to respond. You only managed to produce an airy moan, which was just muffled by the life support mask.
“Unidentified aircraft, I repeat, you are entering a secured zone. State your name and purpose or you risk being fired upon.”
You tried to wheeze out your call sign, but nothing comprehendible came out. You let go of the control stick just long enough to begin tapping a message in binary over the comlink, but you stopped when you noticed that they didn't hear you.
“Unidentified aircraft, you have twenty seconds to respond or your ship will be brought down.”
The warning messages continued on, unaware that you had no ability to respond. Your head bobbed around as you tried to navigate through the planet’s atmosphere. The low fuel alarm buzzed loudly as your pathetic excuse for a ship violently rattled.
You desperately tried to send out a distress signal, but your blurred view of the control panel only complicated things. Your one good arm struggled to keep control of the ship as you prepared to land. You were coming in much too fast and you knew it.
Hoping to land somewhere just behind the base’s underground hangar, you guided the ship the best you could towards a small opening in the trees. Your safest bet at that point was to graze a few smaller objects on the way down in hopes that it would break up the force of impact.
A screaming alarm alerted you of incoming laser fire.
In a last ditch effort, you felt down underneath the pilot’s seat for an ejector switch. You closed your eyes as you gave one desperate tug to the metal tab, but your heart dropped into your stomach when you remained firmly seated inside the cockpit.
Of course it’s fucking defective.
The ship went nearly sideways as the right wing took the brunt of the hit. You quickly took hold of the control stick once more. It was all you could do to keep from going into a spin as you sailed downward toward the edge of the clearing. The first tree limbs grazed by the ship hardly made much noise at all. Things moved in slow motion as you desperately tried to balance out with the horizon line, wanting nothing more than to land on the belly of the ship.
The real impact came quickly after, though. Everything began to move at a chaotic speed as a series of deafening and rapid cracks filled your ears. The scene through the glass canopy is a blur as you cut through what must have been dozens of trees. Your hand had no choice but to release the control stick.
You firmly closed your eyes as you rode out the crash. The straps of the harness were what graciously kept you from turning into a loose rock rattling around inside of a metal can.
The light began to fade. Everything went black.
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The stillness was the first thing you noticed upon waking. The stillness was quickly followed by the painfully tight weight pressing against your chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe or move.
You struggled to open your eyes. It was impossible to know how long you had been out, but you saw that there was still daylight as you stared at the mangled trees outside. The inside of your cockpit was surprisingly intact, though the ship was tilted at a slight angle. It was far from being a textbook emergency landing, but you would gladly take being alive.
Your head throbbed as you slowly tried to take stock of your body. The only part of you that you were brave enough to try moving was your right arm.
You startled slightly at the sound of distant shouting.
People were quickly approaching the crash site. It was impossible to count how many voices, though one in particular was louder than all of the others.
You tried to make out the words, but your concentration was clouded by fear and the drilling pain in your chest and head.
The voice was maybe familiar, you realized, even if you couldn’t quite understand.
There were rushed footsteps before something knocked sharply against the body of the ship. You tried to smooth your shallow and ragged breathing as they came up along the side.
Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. Fear slows the mind and won’t let you think.
Some unintelligible command was shouted at you before a figure suddenly appeared. You immediately registered the blaster rifle they had trained in your direction.
It was unsure who recognized who first, but Poe’s figure went stiff when he realized who was stuck inside the cockpit.
You saw his lips move before he jumped into action. He left his blaster on the ground before he clambered up onto the wing of the ship. He was suddenly down on his knees working to get the hatch of the canopy open. You watched as he turned to scream over his shoulder for medtechs.
It was the first set of words that you actually understood.
Even though he was outside of the cockpit, the volume of his voice stung sharply in your ears and reverberated inside your head. You didn’t know how he managed to pop open the canopy from his side, but in the time it took for you to blink he was somehow down in the small space of the cockpit with you.
He began talking. Too much and too quickly.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Why the hell didn't you respond? They didn’t have a choice but to shoot you down!”
"Hol!"
You watched his lips move but it took you several moments to process that he was calling your name. Not your call sign, rank, or number, but your real name. For maybe the first time in your life, the sound was unfamiliar to you. It made you wonder for how long you had actually been gone.
His attention rapidly switched from his anger with you towards the gravity of your condition. The abruptness of the transition felt like having the rug pulled out from underneath your feet.
Your eyes finally managed to focus on his face. It was a surprise when you made out that he was in fact inches from you. Things were bad. That much you could see in his expression. He cursed under his breath as he looked you over, cataloging what he could of the damage.
“Fuck, baby…”
His hands began to gently check over your body, trying to get a feel for where the bleeding was coming from. All of his movements were rushed. His fingers went to press against the pulse point in your neck, but he continued to read your face as he took a moment to count the beats in his head.
“Why didn’t you just eject?” He repeated, though no longer with the same bite. His voice was strained, you realized, struggling under the weight of the worry and grief that you caused him.
“You didn’t follow a single procedure. You didn’t even-”
The lecture was suddenly abandoned as he turned awad to stand and pop his head out of the cockpit. He screamed for medtechs once more. You were someone who was very used to Poe shouting orders, but you had never quite heard him like this. There was normally a general sense of urgency in his voice, even when he was off duty, but this was so different. The intensity of the sound made your eyes screw shut.
Just as he began to stoop down back into the cockpit, he paused when your trembling hand blindly reached for him, desperate to grab a hold of anything. You needed his attention. You needed to make him understand.
“Poe…”
Your voice had no real weight or power. It was a struggle to gather the necessary air just for that one word. The oxygen flow coming from the life support system had gone thin. You knew that most of the reserves were probably lost during the crash.
His hand gripped yours as he squatted down once more in the cramped space. He must have been half-sitting on the control panel, you imagined.
“Okay, it’s okay, I’m right here-” He started to reassure you, but his brow creased in confusion when you tugged your hand free and began pointing to just below your seat.
“S’broken.” You managed to choke out through the respirator mask. The consequence of your effort was a painful cough that ripped through your chest and brought blood into your mouth. You were afraid that your voice was too faint to be decipherable. You began to worry that you would have to try and say it again, but his eyes finally followed to where your good hand was pointing.
His mouth formed a tight line as he took in the faulty dead man’s switch. Understanding finally flashed across his features. He quickly turned away to look over his shoulder at the control panel. Soft curses left him as he took note of everything: the empty fuel tank, the error message for the comlink system, the low oxygen reserves, broken ejector switch.
“Maker…”
He shook his head in disbelief as comprehension of your situation began to set in..
You began to wonder if you were imagining being there with him. Maybe you didn’t really survive that crash. Maybe this was some hallucination you were having while hovering between life and death. Tears pricked your eyes, a stinging sensation developed in the back of your throat.
“Need you to talk to me, Hol.” His voice went strangely soft as he regripped your hand, commanding your attention once more. “Can you tell me what hurts?”
You tried to say something through the mask, but it only came out as a rasp. You struggled to keep your head up. The safety harness fastened over your chest had gone crushingly tight, effectively knocking all of the air out of your lungs when you botched the landing.
Poe instantly saw the problem.
“All right, it’s okay, nevermind.” He was quick to tell you. His eyes fell to search for the release mechanism. “You know what, sunshine? New plan. You’re going to let me do all the talking while I get you out of this thing. How’s that? Just sit tight while I yap.”
You nodded your head vaguely as you began to blindly search with one trembling hand for the release button along your lap belt. The tremors made your movements clumsy and uncoordinated, your fingers failed to wrap around anything.
“Hey, hey, hey-Tarmin, stop!”
The moment Poe found himself battling against you for access to the buckle he snatched your hand. His grip was firm, causing you to regain focus.
“Stay still. Let me take care of this.”
It’s the voice he used when issuing an order, you realized. There was no anger, but the tone was stern in a way that instantly snapped through your cloud of panic and unease.
You let him place your hand down at your side. A soft click came down by your waist as the straps cutting into your chest and hips finally went slack. Your body slumped forward in the seat as Poe slipped the harness down from your shoulders. You coughed at the release of pressure, your face twisting up as you realized the restraints did a number on your ribs during the crash. Poe was there to catch your weight, letting your head settle onto his collar bone.
“Easy, I’ve got you.” He murmured. His hand braced the back of your head, fingers tangling easily into your hair. Gently as he could, he eased you back against the pilot’s seat. “Listen, can you hear that?” He continued slowly, lips brushing against your temple as he spoke. “Med crew is here now. You stay with me, okay? We’re going to get you to the medbay.”
It was true what he said, you realized. Over the sound of your ragged breathing you could hear people shouting outside. Every inhalation hurt. You recognized that he continued to talk to you, but the words stopped registering in your mind. Inhaling and exhaling demanded all of your concentration. The cockpit’s life support wasn’t giving off much air anymore.
A young med tech appeared up on the wing, dropping his large bag down just outside the cockpit with a heavy thud.
“Really need a respirator here!” Poe yelled over his shoulder.
“It’s coming, Commander. Did you get a name?” A new voice entered into the confined space with you.
“Lieutenant Hol Tarmin. One of ours. Black Squadron.” Poe fired back.
You didn’t miss the subtle message he passed along through that last piece of information. One of mine. So do your fucking job.
He was already going for the black mask around your face. You started coughing the second the device was pulled away. He grimaced when he noticed the blood coating the inside of your mouth. Panic began to creep in again as it suddenly became difficult to breathe. You sputtered slightly, your good hand nervously started to fidget, blindly reaching for anything to use as an anchor.
“Hey, I know, I know. Just need to get this off for a second.” Poe stilled you once more with a firm grip on your hand, quickly shaking his head. “Work with me, babe, c’mon.”
The medtech was now on his stomach, half hanging into the cockpit just so he could reach you. He handed over a small box with some tubes, which Poe promptly took from him. He fumbled with the respirator mask momentarily before bringing it to your face.
“It’s okay, this is going to help.” Poe assured as he was tugging the elastic around your head. You immediately noticed a difference as pure oxygen began to steadily flow through.
“Breathe as deep and slow as you can, Lieutenant. Don’t force anything if it hurts.” The medtech advised as he slowly ran a bioscanner over your body.
You winced when the blinding blue light reached your eyes. The medtech shook his head while he read over the results on his data pad. He turned to some colleague nearby and gave some orders before turning back to look at Poe. “We need to move her out of here as quickly as possible. The medbay is already on standby. This stimpack is going to keep her vitals stable enough for transport.”
You noticed a pen shaped object in his hand. He easily flicked off the cap to reveal a thick syringe needle.
Before you knew what was happening, Poe’s hand went to your shoulder, bracing you against the back of the seat.
“C’mon, Tarmin, eyes on me.” He ordered.
You obeyed the command, slowly lifting your gaze enough to meet his stare. His other hand gripped your knee. A nervous, unspoken question rose in your throat when he pushed down with his weight to hold your leg in place.
You prepared yourself for the pinch of the injection, but your body went rigid the moment a stabbing sensation tore through your thigh. Your teeth ground together as you tried to breathe through the pain. You faintly registered the medtech counting the seconds the needle was inside your muscle tissue.
“Breathe, it’s almost over.” Poe whispered, his lips briefly brushed against your clammy forehead. You realized that he must have his own personal experience with stimpacks.
After what felt like the longest ten seconds of your life, the medtech pulled the syringe away. Poe immediately released his grip. You looked down to see his hands working to massage your thigh muscle, helping the substance spread through your body quicker.
“Truck is here!” A new voice shouted from outside.
The two went back and forth about how they’re going to move you. Poe explained to the medtech that he found blaster wounds in your right side, that your arm was broken, and then something about your right leg. A vague numbness took over your body not long after. It became a little easier to focus on their words.
Poe gently took your good arm and wrapped it around his neck. “Need you to hang on to me.” He mumbled as he worked an arm around your back. “You let me do all the work, okay? Just don’t let go.”
He drew you up out of the pilot’s seat, holding you briefly against him as he maneuvered around the tight space. Your head felt like it was detached from your body and being tossed around in the sea, but you tried to focus on breathing through the dizziness.
“Good, Hol. Stay with me.” You heard him murmur as he shifted your weight.
Hands from above grabbed onto your flight suit. You were suddenly being jerked upward.
“Hey! Easy with her!” Poe barked from behind.
Light assaulted your eyes the moment you were extracted. Just as they maneuvered you down onto a gurney, you felt something split in your chest. Your body flinched as it felt like something gave way inside you. Your vision went cloudy white. The pain in your chest was sharply hot, like being stabbed with light. You couldn’t really inhale or exhale.
People were yelling. The gurney began to rapidly move. The sky passed in a blur overhead as someone shouted something about a punctured lung.
You slipped under.
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Hello! I apologize for my absence, but I'm back with a new update! I was super excited to write this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it. As always, there's a sneak peek down below, and thank you so much for your support! Links for updates on quotev and wattpad can be found below the sneak peek. Happy reading!
“I abandoned the girl I loved.”
“Well, that is quite serious,” Eve said, returning his light-hearted smile. Poe laughed, shrugging as he dropped his head.
“Yeah…” he took a deep breath. “We worked together, but it was more than that, y’know? She was always on my mind. Then I got into some trouble and I somehow got the chance to escape Kijimi, and I took it without even hesitating. I still think about her sometimes. I just...really hope she got her chance.”
“I’m sorry, Poe,” Eve whispered. He looked at her, noticing the tears in her eyes.
“It’s alright. You just...you never really forget your first love, especially when it ends in a bad way.” Poe offered another smile, hoping it would stop her tears. Eve nodded quickly.
“I understand completely.”
“Really? It’s hard to imagine you being a romantic,” Poe teased. Eve laughed in mock offense.
“You’re really trying to ruin this progress we’ve made together, Dameron.”
“I’m just joking,” Poe said, grinning at her. He ran a hand through his hair. “Was it after or before?”
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Bounty and the beasts: CHAPTER TWO | Poe x Reader
Author’s note: This is Chapter 2 of a request. You can find Chapter 1 here. You and your kid sister are Mandalorian bounty hunters. Poe’s already sorry he ran into you.
Warnings: language, probably; generic violence.
Summary: Poe’s day keeps getting worse. Yours is getting... interesting. Apparently your formidable kid sister has inadvertently captured some of the most in-demand bounty in the galaxy.
Taglist: @laurenoso @multi-madison (let me know if you’d like to be added to future chapter updates).
Poe, after being briefly unconscious, wakes to find himself being dragged backwards by the leg, facedown in the dunes. He comes to with a sudden gasp of air, trying to gain some purchase on something, anything, spreading his arms wide but grasping at only sand. Now, where was he? Ah, yeah, that’s right; getting beaten into the ground by a huge and cranky jail-breaker.
The big guy releases his leg, only to flip him and grab him again, heaving him all the way up by the collar until his feet dangle uselessly. He brings Poe’s face uncomfortably close to his own. “I’d love you to meet my friends.” His foe manages a smile without any trace of joy or friendliness.
His friends? Four of the scariest spice runners from Kajimi, is what the kid said, Poe recalls, surveying the four round huts in front of him. The four prison cells, one door ajar. Boy would he like to keep those other doors closed right about now.
He is already feeling at a distinct disadvantage. In fact, he suddenly finds himself hoping that whoever taught that blasted kid to shoot would arrive back. Hell- right now, in his dire situation, he’d even appreciate help from the kid. He might end up in one of those makeshift cells himself, but that might well be an improvement on the direction his afternoon is presently taking.
“Where is the bitch?” his foe snarls, spit droplets fresh on his chin, still hoisting Poe in the air. The motion was beginning to piss him off. This guy’s movements were more erratic than Poe’s busted up X-Wing. “I said where is the bitch?”
“You know, I don’t think that’s any way to talk about your mother.” Mom jokes are a cheap shot but if Poe isn’t feeling too funny right now he certainly isn’t feeling too clever either. (Maybe one day he should question how clever it is to actively piss off your opponent, but that is a task for another time.)
The man shouts incoherently, likely annoyed by the lack of answer rather than riled up by the mom joke, but you never know. He strides across the dune and throws Poe into the newly unoccupied cell, his back smashing against the wall, dust clouding around him from the impact. At least Poe is upright, his feet planted on the floor. The best he’d looked in the fight so far.
Whatever happens next, Poe is clear he has to not die. And that involves him stopping this dude. Ignoring the pain in his... everywhere... he rushes forwards and socks him the face with a mean fist, going on the offensive.
A moment later -Poe concedes as he rolls back down that blasted dune- the offensive isn’t going so well. Apparently his tactic for stopping this guy is to get beaten up some. And soon, he’s lying sidewards on the sand again hoping this day can’t get any worse.
The guy doesn’t see you coming but Poe does -perhaps the only advantage of his current, lowly position- the final sunlight glinting off your beskar armour. He grins, teeth bloodied from a recent boot to the face. “Hey, ronto-brain!” He yells, keeping the hefty fucker’s attention on him. “You shouldn’t have called her a bitch- you deserve what’s coming to you.”
“I’ll kill her.”
“Yeah, about that.”
He sees, through his haze, you smoothly and precisely taking your assailant down. A staff collapses his knee, bloodies his nose, and smashes around his head in no time at all. The dumbass falls to the floor face first like a downed AT Walker. Poe lets out a satisfied hoot of joy as this guy eats dirt.
The sound makes you whip your head back towards him. Shit, he hoped he wouldn’t have to fight you next. He’s put it together, of course. A Mandalorian? A collection of criminals? You’re a bounty hunter. And there probably is a bounty on his head somewhere in the galaxy. Hell, bounty or not you’ll probably just fight him anyway. This is the motif of his day, after all.
All Poe can muster is to drag himself to his knees, cracking his jaw and spitting blood into the sand. You come to stand over him, then he has a blaster aimed at his face for the... fucking, how many times today? He’s lost count already.
He raises his hands in the air, squinting up at you, his whole body a grimace. You wait for him to speak but he says nothing. You kick up some sand into his face. He huffs but stays silent.
“You’re not gonna say anything?”
He closes his eyes, exasperated. Finn once said that his snark would be the part of him that would die last, that his snark was so strong that it would live on after him and haunt people. Well, Finn must be wrong. In summary, he’s got nothing. He tics his eyes up at you. “I’m trying something new.”
His world is spinning. The last thing he sees before he passes out is the kid running to your side. And then the kid coldly lands him with a stun shot right into the chest.
Evidently she found her blaster again.
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>POV shift magic<
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The man passes out at your feet and Cait wraps around you like a spider monkey, burying her face into your unyielding armour. You kneel to touch foreheads in greeting, a Keldabe kiss. Your hands cup her face so you can get a good look at her, reassuring her in hushed and soothing tones. Her little face is tear-streaked and she seems shaken, but otherwise she’s in one piece. You will chide her later for not simply hiding -and probably for shooting the stranger point blank in the chest while you’re at it- though you are thankful that no real harm is done. Except perhaps to the stranded pilot... but you’ll get to him.
“Ok. Priorities. Let’s get this one back in his cell”. With effort, you manage to drag the spice runner up to the hut and stash him safely inside his prison, before he regains consciousness. Cait sticks closely by you as you set to work and you prompt her to fill you in on a few key details. Who let the prisoner out? That was your first question. Quick thinking on Cait’s part, you suppose, even if the ramifications hadn’t quite been thought all the way through. Still, she’s 8, she has a way to go, ok?
You move together to hover over the stranded pilot. You kneel by him and peer down at his face. A handsome face, you observe, although that doesn’t tell you much. Luxurious hair. You blink that thought away and search him for weapons, like the professional you are.
“He said he was with the Resistance?”
Cait nods.
“Did he give you a name?”
She scratches her head, screwing her face up in pains to recall. “Denerem?”
You mentally flip through the bounty bulletins in your head, searching for a profile which could be a possible match. No way. “Dameron? Poe Dameron?” Your eyes light-up. Poster-boy of the fucking Resistance?
Cait shrugs “I think so.”
You laugh in disbelief.
“Did he say why he was here?”
“Hmm, he said he was thirsty.”
“Ok.” You pat your knees and stand up. “Let’s get him inside.” You grab hold of his ankles and begin to haul him over towards your hut.
Cait claps her hands together in excitement. “Did I catch a good one?”
“Cait, you’ve certainly outdone yourself this time.” No word of a lie. This kid.
She squeals. “What are we going to do with him?”
“First things first. We’re going to give him a drink.”
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Episode X, but it's just husbands/co-generals Finn and Poe uniting their group of friends to help them set up Rey with a cool new girl played by Brie Larson.
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