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peauxheaux · 3 years

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Say No To This

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Word count: ~1400

Summary: loosely based on my favorite song from Hamilton. Reader is Hux’s spouse, reluctantly taken from her home world. This hasn’t been beta-d so I’m sorry. Also this is my first ~smut~ so be gentle (that’s what’s she said). 18+ only.

You hated the First Order. Even before General Hux kidnapped you and forced you into marriage. You wanted to save your family, and if entering an unholy union was the price to pay, you’d pay it. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

You also hated this stupid ship. Everything was so cold, just like the hearts of all the First Order. The only warm place was the nook you made for yourself in the library. You’d brought a handful of holobooks with you when you left your planet; good thing since the First Order’s idea of a library was manuals on effective killing. You liked coming here to escape your husband. Even thinking of him that way made you shudder.

You were on your way to spend time in your safe space, reading your holopad instead of watching where you were going, when you bumped into something hard. Wait, not something. SomeONE. And that someone just happened to be General Poe Dameron.

“General! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Please don’t report me,” you begged.

The man stared at you with dark eyes; you knew you were going to be in so much trouble.

“Madame Hux, I have no intention of reporting you. Armie isn’t worth my time.” You couldn’t help but glance up. Had you heard him right?

“Did... did you just call him ‘Armie?’” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

Poe looks at you. “My dear, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make that sound.”

You lowered your gaze. “That’s because I have no reason to laugh here. Sir.” You quickly added an honorific in the hopes that he wouldn’t be insulted.

Instead his eyes darkened. You didn’t have time to wonder what that meant, since your husband rounded the corner.

“Ah, there’s my lovely bride. I think we should retire for the evening and continue getting to know one another.” His eyes roamed from your head to your toes, making your insides revolt.

“I’m sorry, Armitage, I’m not feeling well. I should spend the night elsewhere so I don’t get you sick.”

Before Hux could argue Poe interjected. “She can sleep in my quarters for the night. At least you know she’ll be watched.” Hux glared at Poe but finally relented.

“Of course. I need to answer some letters anyway, and it’ll be nice to not worry whether or not my bride is trying to escape again.” At that, your captor sharply turned down the hall to your quarters and you breathed in relief as he left your sight.

That relief quickly turned to dread when you remembered you’d be spending the night in General Dameron’s quarters. You followed behind him at a distance, listening to his boots echo through the corridor.

The door hissed open and you gasped. Instead of shades of black and gray like everything else on the ship, Poe’s quarters were stark white, almost blinding.

“Your quarters are impressive, Sir,” you stammered cautiously. There. There was that look again, as if he couldn’t decide what to do with you.

“Go ahead and take the bed. I’ll be up most of the night working,” Poe said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Sleep came rather quickly, but you were restless. Memories of your village burning danced through your dreams, being ripped from your family’s embrace by your kidnapper, begging him to let you bring a few homely comforts.

You finally opened your eyes, realizing that your body was sore from sobbing in your sleep. It was dark; surely you remember General Dameron was working. Until you heard a voice next to you.

“Trouble sleeping?” He asked, voice gravelly, and definitely more attractive than it had any right being.

“Nightmares. Not that you care, since you’re the one responsible,” you huffed.

“Careful how you speak to me, pet, you forget your place.” Ok, you definitely shouldn’t like the way he called you “pet.”

“Besides, I care more than you know,” he whispers, voice trailing off.

“Yeah, right.” You turn away from him, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before you start another tortuous day.

Poe slides up next to you, wrapping his arm over your waist. “You don’t think I care?”

“General, I think you feel something, but I highly doubt it’s ‘care.’ I think I’m simply a pawn in whatever game you and Armitage play.” You try to scoot away but Poe has a firm grip on you.

“Y/n, I’ve watched you since you were brought on board, desired you. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought the same?” You turn back, staring into his dark eyes, the only light coming from the stars as you race through hyperspace.

“I... it doesn’t matter what I think. No matter how I feel about you, Armitage would never-“ You stop as you realize what you confessed.

“So you DO feel something…” Poe looks at you hungrily.

“I mean, I definitely feel something, but I’m pretty sure that’s all you,” oh my stars, you think. What possessed you to make a dirty joke with one of your captors?!

Poe’s eyes crinkle, a smirk forming. He leans toward you, cupping your face with his strong hands, gently pressing his lips to yours. You whimper into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

He pushes you on your back, resting his hands just under your tunic. He looks up at you, silently asking permission.

“We shouldn’t,” you protest.

Poe looks at you with his big brown eyes, lashes fluttering.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Just say ‘no’ and I’ll stop.”

But you can’t. You try to refuse but you just can’t say no to this.

You give him a slight nod and that’s all he needs. Softly, gently, he lifts the silky material up, raising you slightly to pull it over your head. You become self conscious, and try to pull the sheets around you. Poe grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head. He stares down your body, bathed in starlight, as if he were a man starved.

Poe slowly trails down your torso, caressing your soft skin. His hand hovers above your heat, waiting. You arch your body into his hand and he laughs.

“Eager, pet?” He rolls on top of you, settling between your legs, his desire evident against your thighs. Poe leisurely pushes your leggings down and the air hits your glistening core. He inserts a finger and you wantonly moan as he adds another. Your toes curl along with his fingers inside you, a race to the finish line. The tension builds but Poe removes his hand before it snaps. You groan at the loss.

“Easy, pet, just wait,” Poe purrs as he removes his pants. Your eyes widen at the site of him, ruddy and weeping. He grunts as he sinks into you. He slowly pulls out before ramming back into you. You cry out at every thrust, at how delicious he feels within you.

You feel the heat pooling in your belly as the tension builds back up. Poe’s thrusts become sloppy as he chases his own release. Soon the dam breaks, waves of fire radiate from your core. Poe feels you clench around him and he pulses inside you, a blinding light as you scream his name.

Gently Poe lifts himself off of you and plops on the bed. You turn away, wondering if this was a mistake. If so, it’s probably the greatest mistake of your life.

“I should go,” you breathe.

“Don’t,” Poe begs, his eyes pleading. “You didn’t say ‘no’ so you don’t have to leave. I… I want you to stay. You’re the only light thing in a sea of black.”

You stare at him, your mouth agape. “What of Armitage? He may not be a genius but he’s not stupid.”

Poe’s glare turns dark. “Accidents happen all the time. Stormtroopers are notorious for missing their intended targets. It would be easy to take him out and blame it on bad aim.”

You run through all the possible scenarios and risks but come up with nothing.

“Okay.”

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Poe Dameron is an Idiot?

Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m proud of myself for getting through my Writers Block™ to present to you this! - Nemo

Warning(s): Some language. Poe being an idiot.

Summary: Poe Dameron is the poster boy of the Resistance. However - just like any human being to ever function properly - he has his more embarrassing moments too.

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Just watching Poe, and the amount of pure bullshit he pulls off or gets up to, should be a job in itself.

Everyone who doesn’t know him would think he’s just some flashy Resistance pilot. And they’d be right. That’s exactly what he looks like.

Everyone who has met him, briefly, or as an enemy, would tell you he had a smart mouth and cocky demeanor to go with the pilot flair. Again, they would be right.

But anyone who had met him, and gotten to know him on a more friendly-basis, knows he’s actually a sweetheart. A bit of a douche, sometimes, but defielty still a sweetheart. One of the most caring people you’d meet. Peridot.

However - and this is a huge however - if you know Poe behind closed doors, away from the crowds, and outside his X-Wing cockpit, you would know him as someone else entirely.

An absolute, once in a lifetime, idiot.

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The first instance of this was in a hanger on one of the Resistance ships.

The crew had mostly dispersed at the time. The ship itself was mulling around space, slowly making its way back to the base after a number of missions - individually using the ship as a makeshift base until it was over and they could all go home. By the clocks, it was night, and if anyone wasn’t hibernating in their cabins they’d be grabbing a late dinner from the dinner hall.

On this night Poe was doing neither of those things. Neither were you.

You’d thought he’d heard you enter the hangar, being a mechanic ‘quiet’ wasn’t entirely in your nature, especially since you carried so much around when your aim was to work. But he had not heard you come in.

His droid had, but obviously made no effort to tell him about it.

As you set to work on another of the ships in the hanger - repairing the half burnt-off wing - Poe still made no friendly gesture to acknowledge your presence as he usually would. One look over at him as he moved - with way too much swaying his hips to be normal - from under his ship to its front told you exactly why.

He had music blaring into his ears.

Your lips quirked up, restraining a smile as you let out a snort. He’d get quite a scare if he knew you were in here with him. You were a bit of a troublemaker, but then again, his dancing was so alluring. It was not your fault he was so fluid in his movement, or built like some sort of minor ethereal being.

Not your fault at all.

Neither was the slipping of your tool out your hand, landing on the floor with a loud and metallic clang.

Poe jumping inhumanly high while letting out the most unceremonial scream you’d heard come from a man’s mouth wasn’t your fault either.

You, bent over in laughter, practically in tears and on the floor in laughter at his reaction - you’d take all the credit in the universe for. __________

One of the more memorable moments of Poe’s idiocy came when you were sent on your first mission.

You’d accompanied missions before, staying on motherships to do repair work, but none of them required you getting into a disguise or spending money, or staying overnight somewhere you’d never once stepped foot on. But you had Poe - someone who’d been doing that his whole life, or at least acted like it - so you unwillingly forgot his dumbassery and trusted him completely to help you survive your first mission.

It was harmless, obviously. You were only picking up parts for ships and weapons. But it sure as hell felt more weighty then that. But again, it was your first time.

“Poe?” you asked, turning to face him. He hummed, not looking up from a little book he found on the table to his right. “Do you really think they only had one room - with only one bed?”

He looked up, eyeing the room, and the bed you were both sitting against the headboard of.

“I don’t see why they wouldn’t have given us a room with two beds if they didn’t have one.” he said, shaking his head.

“Did you ask, or just take the keycard from their hand Poe?” He pressed his lips together, marking the book as he slowly closed it. You let out a very deep sigh as he shook his head ‘no’ again.

“I assumed they’d just know,” he pouted, “It wasn’t my fault.”

“In this age, you must specify if you want two beds!” you laughed, “This is the most cliche thing ever.”

“I don’t mind.” Poe said, winking at you. You wacked his arm, and he let out a mocking noise of pain before barking a laugh.

“Watch it Toots, or I’ll push you onto the floor while I sleep.”

He did not push you off the bed while you slept. In fact, in his unconscious form, he managed to make the morning situation more cliche than the evening one. Waking up in a tangle of limbs, with his head pressed neatly in the crook of your neck, and your leg swung over his hips.

You almost thought that it wasn’t Poe’s idiocy that got you into that situation, and instead it was just him doing it on purpose. __________

The most recent act of Poe Being an Idiot involved not him alone.

Finn - Poe’s ‘bestest friend in the whole wide galaxy’ - shared about the same amount of brain cells as him. Together, they had a grand total of five brain cells, and that was only under the assumption that BB-8 was accompanying them.

Under normal circumstances, they didn’t have much going for them.

But by now, Poe had a weakness. You.

Atop his usual nature, you posed another roadblock, seeing as he couldn’t help but look at you whenever he could. You were now his girlfriend, and that made you an A+ distraction.

He tended to be okay with handling it, but on top of Finn blabbering on at a level you could hear from where you were elbow-deep in an engine, and you messing around and sending Poe a very flirty look, neither of them were really paying attention to their surroundings.

So they didn’t see the lowered X-Wing that they were about to walk into. Even if Poe had seen it before - and the chances that he did see it were very high - he was too busy gawking at your forwardness, and getting his brain to stop short-circuiting to notice. When they both knocked themselves onto their backsides after waking into the ship's wing - that they definitely noticed.

Unlike all the other previous times Poe had pulled to play his dumbassery, you decided to go make sure he was okay before laughing your head off at him.

He’d grown on you - probably more than anyone else had before. His antics became less stupid and more endearing. Sure, he had moments when he didn’t function properly, but who didn’t? He was human too.

And in all honesty, you may not have come to love him as much as you do now if he didn’t.

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friendlylocalwriter · 4 years

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love you like i’m gonna lose you

Pairing(s): poe dameron x reader

Summary: some loose headcanons about what would happen if poe dameron thought you died :-(

Warnings: angst + mentions of death but it’s quite tame imo

Word Count: 904 (i got a lil into it hehe)

a/n: ok so there is a timothee request that’s been in my ask box FOREVER and i swear my lil heart that i will get to it but i just rewatched the force awakens (arguably the only good sequel movie cough cough) and i was really feelin some poe dameron so i decided to do some headcanons abt him! i also have an idea for a super angsty kylo fic but it would be a big boy (prob like 20k words and i am not a fan of fics w chapters so it would take me a while to pump out) so lmk if yall would like that?? ok enough chat onwards with headcanons! :)

- also this is so long for no reason i should’ve just done a fic LOL enjoy :-)

- you and poe had been in a weird serious but not serious relationship for around 6 months, and you were honestly loving it

- the only thing you hated was how intent he was on making sure you never went on a mission with him

- you were kind of offended because, like, ‘who does this asshole think he is, i can put down a couple stormtroopers no problem’

- and he knew that, trust me

- but what you didn’t know is that he was terrified of losing you, just like he lost so many other of his loved ones in this war

- so after months and months of begging and bribing, he finally caved because he couldn’t do anything when you gave him that adorable pout

- so the mission was supposed to be easy - (and he did that for a reason) - go to Yavin 4 and scope out a pub that was rumored to have spies for the first order working there. no violence, just a tactical mission, and then you two would return to jakku and plan how to take them out

- on the way there, poe was like nervously tapping the entire time he was flying his x-wing

- and you just attributed it to his nerves about the mission, which was weird since it was so easy

- but in reality, poe was losing his shit because he was going to ask you to officially be his girlfriend on the flight back after the mission

- and boy was he nervous because it’s not like you’re one the best things that’s ever happened to him, or anything

- bb-8 almost ruined his plan by asking poe when he was gonna do it

- “do what, babe?”

-”bb-8 get out of the cockpit or i swear to god-”

- so the two of you land on yavin-4, and the whole plan goes smoothly

- poe lets out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in when the three of you get back in the x-wing

- you were super tired so when you two were almost off of the planet, your eyes were closing from exhaustion before poe shook you awake

- “so, um, y/n, i, uh had a question”

- you laughed at his shyness since it was so out of character

- “what’s got cocky little poe stuttering over his words”

- “if you only you knew it was you” he said in his head

- “so, i’ve been having a really good time with you, and i’m sure, well i’m positive you have with me” he smirks

- you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and poe let out one of his beautiful laughs

-”so i was wondering if you-”

-poe’s sentence was cut off by bb-8 beeping rapidly

- poe sighed “not the right time, pal”

- bb-8 continued until a deafening crack was heard behind them

- “what the hell? are one of the engines shot?” you turned to him and saw his face white as a sheet

- “oh fuck, no no no this is not supposed to be happening, fuck!” poe screamed out

- you were so confused until you saw two black planes fly by you, and you realized they were part of a first order fleet

- poe’s screams made a lot more sense

- before you even registered this, another shot hit your x-wing and you felt the altitude drop

- “fuck y/n, we’re going down okay i’m gonna fly out and we’re going to avoid them and land safely, okay? we’re gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, we’re okay”

- “okay, poe, i trust you” you said shakily, and moved to grab his arm

- then a searing pain ran through your chest, and your head hit the front of the cockpit as you fell unconscious

- you obviously hadn’t known at the time, but the members of the first order had damn good aim, and had hit you just below your heart

- poe’s heart just about fell out of his mouth as he saw your lifeless body and he felt so sick that he started gagging

- then he realized that a bunch of first order scum was still trying to kill him

- being the incredible pilot that he is, he was able to land his decimated x-wing that definitely wouldn’t be able to fly anymore

- but he couldn’t even think about that

- tears were running down his face as he dragged your body out onto the ground of whatever planet he managed to land on

- he rested his head on your head, sobbing and muttering how this wasn’t supposed to happen to you

- bb-8 rolled around you, and rolled right into your side

- poe was about to scream at the droid until you let out a loud gasp

- poe’s eyes just about fell out of his head

- “poe”

- “oh my fucking stars, you’re alive”

- “why the hell are you crying”

- poe’s tears turned into laughter as he pressed you into his chest

- then realized that the hole in your chest was going to kill you

- being who he is, he immediately jumped into action

-“there has to be an infirmary here somewhere, we’ll get you cleaned up, okay? but you gotta stay awake for me, honey”

- you grunted in pain as he picked you up

- “honey, huh? that’s a new one” you muttered

- poe had a shit eating grin on his face

- “if you like that one, i have an even better one”

- “oh yeah? what’s that, smart guy”

-”my girlfriend”

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snowbyrdn7 · 6 years

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pawsitivevibe · 6 years

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Watching Star Wars again made me think of a conversation I had around Halloween when I said I was gonna dress Haley up like Kylo Ren. And my sister was like “but he’s terrible and you don’t like him.” And I was like “yeah, have you met Haley?”

#I mean she's terrible not that I don't like her lol #It's mostly because when I was making mine and my boyfriend's comiccon costumes this past year I was like 'and Haley can be our son!'#And I bought her a little red lightsaber toy #To teach her to hold in her mouth #Which is still a work in progress #But I probably will make her a Kylo Ren costume eventually #So she can be my terrible son #Like an actual one not just a black shirt I put on her for a picture that time #NEXT PROJECT?#Maybe I will make a Rey costume for Bree #Though tbh I wanna make a Rey costume for ME #Also I feel like maybe Bree would be a Finn or a Poe #And well obviously Yoda because that's what we call her when she holds her big ears up #And she has a Yoda costume already #OMG I know what Bree could be actually #BB-8!#because he is round and she is round #That'd be so cute #In that case I kinda wanna also make Haley a Poe Damerson costume because she'd also be cute and fitting as a good ol flyboy #SHE COULD BE MY NOT TERRIBLE SON TOO #Since y'know Poe is Leia's fave son #Anyway I'll just make all these costumes for my dogs as a warm-up for making them for me

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Fight or Flight, Rider [6]

Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

A/N: This took me too long to write, and it’s got the word count of Kylo Ren’s body count; so get ready for the long haul because I’ve got a bad feeling about this *evil laugh* - Nemo

Summary: (y/n) doesn’t seem to like to make things easy for herself. Her mouth might give her about as much grief as if does blessings.

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“How does it feel?”

“The collar is too tight, and the fabric is itchy.” Rey tugged on the hem of the jacket, trying to make it less itchy, stepping back to observe how you looked.

“You’d ought to be thankful you’re not actually part of the First Order, and have to wear their uniform everyday.” she said, smiling at you as you moved over to the nearby mirror fragment. You mimicked her actions, tugging the jacket’s hem down, and then ran a finger around it’s collar.

“They’ll notice it’s not mine.”

“No they won't.” She came up behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders, and looking at your reflection over your shoulder. “They’ll be too stunned at the pretty new Officer to notice your pant legs at a centimeter too short.”

You looked at her, raising an eyebrow before shaking her off your shoulders.

“If they manage to see me at all.” you added, bumping Z2 lightly with your foot, before continuing, “Let’s just get this over with, huh?”

“Couldn't agree more Rider.”

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“- Any questions, Major?” Gareth said, stepping aside from the ship, after trying to explain whatever he thought was necessary to explain.

“Um, yes? Where on earth did you get a First Order ship from?” You were stuck between feelings of awe and confusion at the ship in front of you. How you’d never noticed it before - considering it was sleek and black and First Order all over - was beyond your thinking right now, all you did know was that you were going to be lucky enough to fly it.

“Here or there. I can’t remember.” you looked over at Gareth, now uncertain.

“You, one of the most informed people here, don’t know where this came from?”

“I said I didn’t remember. There’s a difference.” he shrugged. Running a hand along the ship’s hull, he looked over at you. “Excuse the pun, but a lot is riding on you now. Whether you’re ready for it or not, what you do in the next twelve hours will change how the war ends.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel less nervous, it’s not really working Commander.” You flicked the collar of the uniform up, keeping it un-creased as you ducked around the ship to the door. “I appreciate the sentiment though.” you said, shooting him a wink and climbed into the cockpit.

“Wait! Don’t go yet!” Poe yelled, practically sprinting out of the base and into the hanger, trying to make sure he caught you before you left.

You’d already managed to say goodbye to the greater half of the base, including Rey, Finn, and Joon. Even BB, but no Poe until now.

You had spoken to Poe again last night - after Rey rudely interrupted you - but it wasn’t for long, and it wasn’t about the almost-kiss. Honestly you couldn’t quite remember what it was about, Poe had fallen asleep not too long into the conversation, and you followed suit - leaving him in his dorm to retreat to your own.

A single once-over of Poe told you he hadn’t bothered changing out of the clothes he fell asleep in.

“Jeez, I’ve been trying to hunt you down all morning.” Poe said, climbing the side of the ship to bring his face level to yours. “You don’t like staying in one place long, huh sweetheart?”

“You just woke up Poe.” you laughed, and your chest tightened. What if this was the last time you laughed with him?

“You can’t prove that.” his said, words as soft as his smile.

Did he hear your unspoken question?

“Oh I can - whether anyone believes me or not, that’d be where the problem lies.” A beat passed before you spoke again. “What were you looking for me for?”

“I felt I had a missed opportunity last night.” You quirked an eyebrow up at that. A smile tugging at your lips.

“Really?”

“Yes. I need to clock-in that opportunity.” You learnt over to the ship’s control panel, flicking a switch and pressing a couple buttons to warm up the engine.

“Sure you do Dameron.”

“Does that mean I don’t get a kiss?” He said, his voice was joking, but one look and you could tell he was a little disappointed. He always spoke more with his eyes than his actual voice.

“Oh whatever.” you said, leaning over the space created by the ship to grab the back of his neck and pull his lips flush to yours. It was clumsy, and slightly rushed, but when you both pulled away your breath was taken away just the same.

You both waited for a moment, your fingers toying with his curls ever-so-slightly, before you pulled away further.

“Thank you.” Poe said, smiling from ear to ear. You frowned, even though your smile mirrored his.

“What’re you thanking me for?”

“Well now I know what to look forward to more of once you get back.”

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It wasn’t until about halfway through the hyperjump that your nerves settled in again. Z2 was no help. He kept beeping and buzzing as if he was nervous too, and that only unsettled you. You swore the day Z2 was open about his droid-feelings was the day you died.

In this situation it didn’t fill you with your much needed confidence.

Back when you were on Nephimm you almost dared to dream you’d go up against the First Order one day. As a child your parents would occasionally tell you stories about the heroics of old, and that only spurred you on.

When you were a teenager and reached the age set by your planet’s authorities to move out of your parent’s home, they gave you a book to take with you. It was filled with stories and drawings of all those stories they’d told you.

Space and the stars.

Cities and the people in them.

Life and humanity.

Death and war.

You ship jolted, and you prepared yourself to exit hyperspace. You shot a glance at Z2, looking into his camera where the Resistance was looking back.

You might’ve been going into this mission on your own, but you weren’t alone.

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Never in his life was Poe as anxious as he was now.

Finn had noticed by the time they saw you’d exited hyperspace, and had tried to treasure Poe by placing a hand on his shoulder. That only worked so much.

Through Z2, they could see both inside your ship, and the scraps of the one being built before you. The thing was huge, even if it was still unfictional, and Poe saw you shiver.

“Since this thing is theirs, how about we do a little recon first Zee?” your voice came through clipped and fuzzy, but at least they could still hear you. The droid beeped at you, and you pushed the ship forward into the construction.

Poe could just make out the ship’s fame though the screen, and he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that it was a bit foreboding. Even for him.

After a lap of the ship, you pulled into a completed hanger, landing as if you’d done it a million times before, and stepped out. Poe squirmed where he stood. It was almost eerie watching you like this.

Not because it was through a droid’s perspective, but because of how easily you seemed to fit in as a First Order Officer.

Watching you go from a gittery, nervous wreck to emotionless and completely straight-faced sent a shiver through half the people that were watching. It was like you just slipped from one reality to another. Poe almost wondered if he'd been wrong to trust you, to get you into the inderworkings of the Resistance, but looking up at your friend - Joon - told him half of what he needed to know.

The real you was with the Resistance. This you that was on the projection, that was you back on Nephimm.

Each step you took, timed and precise, only made Poe remember. It made him finally piece together what you’d spoken about that night on your X-Wing’s wing - and everything after that.

Children being taught how to fly like professionals.

Teenagers being kicked out of their homes once they’d reached ‘the age’.

Being out of bed or your dorm past ‘bedtime’ wasn’t accepted.

You never having a nickname before you got here.

He concluded Nephimm wasn’t a nice place, as much as you gawked about the greenery and sunsets. It was beautiful, but only if you followed the rules.

Much like the First Order.

__________

Saying your heart was now sunken to the pits of your stomach was a slight exaggeration. It felt more like it was down in your womb with how heavy it was. You had a phrase, a mantra, running through the back of your mind.

‘Act like you belong, they won’t think any different.’

It was a new base. It had new crew and new faces. All you needed to do was find a master board, get the plans, get out and destroy the ship. It was simple. The two Star Destroyers outside would just have to wait until later. Mainly because they were much less simple.

Turning down another corridor, you were faced with a duo of Storm Trooper. You almost froze in your stride, but brushed passed them without so much as a glace. They didn’t pull you aside for it, so you figured you did something right.

As you passed another doorway, you realized you had no way to get in anywhere if it was locked. But then again, you could always pickpocket. You’d slipped cards in and out of Joon’s pockets since you met him, how different could that be?

Ahead two Officials turned into the hallway, flanked by two more Troopers. You have to make this quick. So you kept it casual, paying as little attention to Z2 as you could, and brushed past the left Officer just enough to stumble both you and him.

But the Officer caught you instead of the other way around. He fired questions at you, and your resolve cracked. It was slight, only the hesitation of a moment, but he saw it. And just like that it shattered completely.

You guessed nothing was ever really that easy.

___________

The Officers pulled you between them, and the only thing stopping you from completely lashing out at them was the bonds on your wrists and the two Troopers with their blasters behind you.

At least Z2 still wasn’t detected. He’d been behaving himself, unlike you.

Despite the Troopers behind you, it didn’t stop you from sending your worst and most venomous glares to anyone that dared look your way. It also didn’t stop you from making yourself the most inconvenient prisoner they’d ever have.

As if you’d just go with them without a fight.

Apparently a lowly Rebel was too unimportant to have the five-star treatment, and yet He had come all the way from one of the Destroyers to see you.

The Mr. Evil Overlord, and Supreme Leader of the First Order himself -

“- You. Kyline Raymond.”

“Kylo Ren.” the Officer corrected, holding onto your arm even tighter.

“Kylie Reed?”

“Kylo. Ren.” You almost considered ceasing the sass. But you would never fail Leia like that.

“Kyle Rey?”

“This rebel is defective. I don’t think she can hear you sir.” the Officer hissed, joliting your arm harshly in his grip. The Sith tiled his helmet down at you. Only slightly. It was as if you weren’t even worth that.

“She’s not defective,” he said, “Just like the rest of those Rebels, she just needs to be broken.”

The Officer looked from you back to Ren.

“Well what are you standing here for?” Ren growled. “Break her.”

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