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mlmshipbracket · 30 days

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ROUND 4: POLL #2

ROUND 4 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Finn/Poe Dameron:

The two of them had so much potential from the moment they met. Poe was one of the first few people to treat Finn like an actual person and even gave him a real name rather than a number. Plus we have the infamous jacket scene where Finn goes to return Poe’s jacket that he pulled from the crash, now that he knows Poe is alive. Poe looks at him and how the jacket looks on him and says “No, keep it. It looks good on you” with a little lip bite.

Gaius Octavius//Jedediah:

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cowboysandpilots · 9 months

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COMMISSIONS!!!

Hi, my name is Kian I'm 25 years old, and I'm a disabled transguy trying to move out of my toxic household and get to Uni. I will write you anything you want from my fandom/ship list. Just send in an ask detailing what you want written, and I'll let you know if I'd be willing to write it. ☺️ If you don’t want a commission, I am always accepting regular prompts and requests. ❤️

You can find things I've already written here.

FANDOMS/SHIPS:

Teen Wolf (Sterek)

Supernatural (Destiel/Wincest/Saileen/Winkline)

Shadowhunters (Malec)

Shameless US (Gallavich)

Criminal Minds (Moreid or Hotch/Reid)

Suits (Marvey)

Glee (Klaine/Seblaine)

The Good Place (Any)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Any/trans!Jake)

Supergirl (James/Winn or Winn/Mon-El)

IT Chapter 1 & 2 (Reddie)

Star Wars (stormpilot)

The Flash (coldflash/coldwave/coldflashwave)

Community (Trobed)

Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick (Mostly Hangster but really any)

9-1-1 (buddie)

Stranger Things (Steddie/Hellcheer)

**I will write things from these fandoms not involving the ships, but these are the only ships I'll write**

BUY ME A COFFEE ($3) = Your Pairing + Scenario 100-999 words.

BUY SOMETHING FROM MY AMAZON WISHLIST= Your Pairing + Scenario 1000+ words.

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all-the-things-2020 · 4 months

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All-The-Things-2020 Fan Fiction Masterlist

So I’ve decided to create a pinned Masterlist for all of my finished fics. Some of them are posted only on AO3 right now but I will migrate them here to tumblr as I have time.

Pedro Pascal Characters

Year of Fandom Crossovers Masterlist

Masterlist of all the fics I wrote this year as part of the Year of Creation Challenge.

Din Djarin x Reader - A Sprig of Silver & Blue

A holiday inspired one-shot featuring Din and The Child (written before we knew Grogu’s name).

Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan) - Deeds Not Less Valiant

Completed series taking place after season 3. Demisexual Din finds out that maybe romance and love has a place in his life after all.

Din Djarin x OFC (Mariana Loxli) - Finding His Way series Masterlist. AO3 link to 1st title in series

Non-canon compliant series that takes place following season 1. It is canon-compliant up to that point and then diverges. Din and The Child meet a former Imperial slave who changes their lives for good. Featuring cameos from Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Din Djarin - The Man in the Shiny Mask (Futurama crossover)

Futurama script bringing Din and Grogu into the 31st century where they meet the crew of Planet Express.

Javier Peña x OFC (Cassidy Yates) - No Better Place

Completed series taking place in Laredo after Javi leaves the DEA. Featuring horses and some smut.

Joel Miller - Kindred Spirits (Anne of Green Gables crossover)

Joel and Ellie’s relationship reimagined on Prince Edward Island.

Joel Miller - Joel’s Pony Party

You are planning a birthday party for your six year old niece. Turns out the guy who runs the pony party place offers you more than just a pony ride.

Dieter Bravo - Fifty Shades of Orange (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy crossover)

Dieter ends up on the Heart of Gold and Arthur still can’t find a decent cup of tea.

Dieter Bravo x Orignal Female Character (Emily) - Late Night Talking

Regular person Emily meets celebrity Dieter Bravo. Romance ensues, along with plenty of humor and angst.

Frankie Morales - I Need a Pilot (Star Wars crossover)

Everyone’s favorite helicopter pilot transported to the Star Wars galaxy, with cameos by Finn and Poe.

Ezra x Reader - Lost, Only to Be Found (The Last of Us crossover)

Ezra and Cee in the Last Of Us universe. This one has a bittersweet ending.

Ezra x OFC (Claire) - All Our Future Prospects.

Ezra and Cee meet a corporate scientist and they all learn the importance of found family.

Marcus Morales - Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Star Trek: the Next Generation crossover)

Marcus tries to revive his Starfleet career after losing his wife.

Non-Pedro Pascal Characters

Legolas - A Grey Ship Sails.

How Legolas and Gimli came to leave the shores of Middle Earth after the death of Aragorn.

Samwise Gamgee - Into the West. AO3 link

How Samwise the Brave followed Mister Frodo into the West.

Poe Dameron x Finn - Family Is More Than Blood series Masterlist.

Pure Stormpilot fluff, featuring a few crossovers with characters from the Finding His Way series. Also a hint of Reylo.

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cyare-fi · 10 months

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10, 16 annnnnnd lets do 23! for the choose violence asks <3

10: worst part of fanon

Hmm... I think the worst part of fanon is the headcanon that Korkie Kryze is Obi-Wan's child. It infuriates me to no end. I really hate Satine, but I also think she just wouldn't keep a child made so illicitly. Whether that means having an abortion, which feels more unlikely, or sending the kid off to some other planet to be far away from her.

16: You can't understand why so many people like this thing

Tying into my previous answer, I can't understand why so many people like Obitine. Satine is the most frustrating character to me, from the way she treats her people to the way she treats those around her. I think her and Obi-Wan could never be more than what it was; a short-lived whirlwind romance. I much prefer ships like Codywan, because those are two people who feel like they could actually work in a way that is meaningful.

23: ship you've unwillingly come around to

For this, I would have to also say Codywan. At first, I was skeptical, because I didn't know much about Cody and I wasn't that immersed in the Clone side of the fandom yet. I didn't dislike it, per se, but I just wasn't warmed up to it. And then I saw all the beautiful fanart, and the fics, and the love people poured into these characters. People like my favorite Codywan artist (who I am too afraid to actually tag, but it's Journen) and also some of the really heartbreaking fics and edits that I saw, really made it something I grew to love.

I think there are so many good ships in Star Wars, including canon ones such as Anidala and Hanleia (is that the name for that one?) And ones that absolutely should have been canon, like Finnpoe/Stormpilot.

Thank you for the ask!!! This was so fun, I love nothing more than talking about Star Wars <3

#sweet talks #star wars #codywan #anti satine kryze #anti obitine #finnpoe #stormpilot #star wars asks #ask game #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody

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moinsbienquekaworu · 11 months

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Kylux in French!!! S'il vous plaît!!!

(Hi hello ily my brain isn't working cause i spent the morning gardening i love seeing you in my tags youre so cool ily have a lovely evening <3)

Kylux in french for my beloved <3

It's a very short list of like, 5 fics and 2 authors, but they're good fics and good authors!

The author is going to be jesuisbetejesuispatissiere, here on tumblr under the same username (I don't know if I should tag them or not?), especially two fics:

• La Guerre des Étoilés (110k, 10 chapters)

Le Général Hux est mécontent. Il a un concours de cuisine à gagner contre la brigade de la Petite Résistance mais il doit aussi gérer les sautes d'humeur de son propre coéquipier, Kylo Ren, descendant d'une longue lignée de cuisiniers mythiques. Du Kylux, un soupçon de Luke Skywalker/Wedge Antilles et peut-être un poil de Stormpilot sur le long terme.

-> The fic that fanart made me think of! The author was publishing a translation in english here, it hasn't been updated in 2019 and it only goes up to chapter 6 but since you're reading in french 👀 personally I thought it might not hold up to my current tastes but I reread it like a year ago and it really did! It's great, I love it. The puns are funny, it feels like watching a cooking contest but you also get UST on top, impeccable.

• the En ton nom series, Ben & Sheev (210k & 23 chapters, 198k & 16 chapters)

Le fraîchement promu Général Hux se fait enlever par la Résistance. Enfermé dans une cellule, le seul visage qu'il voit au quotidien est celui de l'homme chargé de l'interroger, un Jedi nommé Ben.

Après avoir fui la Résistance en compagnie de Hux, Ben rejoint le Premier Ordre sous le nom que lui a donné le Leader Suprême Snoke : Kylo Ren.

-> It has been almost 5 whole years since I first read this fic and I'm still mentally ill about it (mostly in a good way). It predates Armitage as a first name for Hux and the ending absolutely destroyed me. I read it during the holidays at like a lunch with family and I was just sobbing in a corner of the room because of these two and I do not regret looking like an idiot in that moment because the emotional Moment was worth it. Absolute masterpiece. If you finish it come tell me about it even if it takes you years because that ending... listen I love the fic so very much but I won't lie that dot dot dot is (derogatory). The emotional wreckage of it was not satisfying to teen me but I'm still thinking about it with minimal prompting 5 years later and that's how you can tell the author did a great job. To be clear this is a cherished memory even if I wasn't crying with joy. There's also an english translation being worked on by im_your_hope!

• I also have good memories of L'autre con, but it's been years so they're just vague memories. It was written as a prompt fill for a fic starting with "Y'a encore l'autre con dans ma chambre", like Y'a encore l'autre con dans my chambre by Hermineuh! (that's uh, "that other dumbass is in my room again") And speaking of Hermineuh...

• Dites-le avec des fleurs by Hermineuh (30k, 6 chapters)

Hux a un secret. Rien d'extravagant ni de malsain, fort heureusement. Juste une petite passion qu'il s'est découverte il y a peu et qu'il compte bien garder pour lui. Ce serait tellement dommage si le Maître des Chevaliers de Ren venait à le découvrir. Vraiment dommage…

-> This right here is my first Kylux fic ever. I read it just after watching episode 7 (I think? or 8?) in bed when I should've been asleep. I was scrolling of FFnet trying to find something interesting, this seemed a safe bet, and then BAM surprise Kylux, and now look at me. Thank you Hermineuh for single-handedly selling me on the ship. This fic changed my life and also it's good!

Okay that's it, the only fandom I have french recs left for is probably Johnlock now haha. Hope you enjoys these!

#kissing you kissing you kissing you btw i love you too and i hope you have a great rest of the afternoon!!!#<3 <3 <3 #i should make a recs tag lol i keep reccing you fics :'))#wow i have an asks tag now #star wars #kylux #fandom nerdery

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duckprintspress · 10 months

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“Aim For The Heart” Creator Spotlight: Author Nova Mason and Artist Amalia Zeichnerin

We are 2/3rds of the way through our crowdfunding campaign for Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” – only 10 days left (we end at 10 AM on July 15th!), and we’re still $600 away from our goal! This is a great opportunity to support a small, queer-owned business with its roots in fandom, as we write and art and publish completely legal fanworks! HOW COOL IS THAT?

If you want to learn more about Duck Prints Press, our owner @unforth, our staff, and our contributors, you should visit our webpage.

If you want to learn more about this book and the people involved in it, you should visit our Kickstarter campaign page.

And, if you want to learn about today’s two awesome, spotlighted contributors, Nova Mason and Amalia Zeichnerin, you should read on…

Three of Hearts by Amalia Zeichnerin

About the Artist: Amalia Zeichnerin (she/her) lives in Hamburg, Germany. She is a disabled queer woman with a chronic illness and lives in a polyam polycule. Amalia mostly writes original fiction (SFF, cosy Victorian mysteries, Queer Romance) in German and has also one English Star Wars fan fiction on AO3, with one of her favorite shippings, StormPilot. Amalia also likes to draw and paint, especially fantasy world maps, character portraits, and sometimes also fanart. Amalia’s hobbies include pen-and-paper RPG and LARPing; these also have inspired some of her writing and artworks.

Link: Linktree

Paris-ish by Nova Mason

About the Author: Nova Mason spent a significant portion of her childhood fantasizing about dragons, spaceships, and other worlds. She is now, allegedly, a grown-up, with two kids, and more varied interests. Dragons, spaceships, and other worlds are still pretty high in the list, though.

Story Teaser:

D’Artagnan stared at the agenda in his hands and shifted against the uncomfortable metal folding chair. Somehow, it didn’t matter when they showed up to the HOA meetings; he and his friends always missed out on the good chairs.

The treasurer, Richelieu, was at that moment scowling and preaching about the evils of outdoor pests. He implored the members of the Paris Neighborhood Homeowner’s Association to ensure that they kept their trash under lock and key until at least 8 p.m. the night before trash pickup, as per the bylaws. D’Artagnan had to stifle a chuckle every time Richelieu said the word “Paris,” halfway between the English pronunciation and a strange faux-French accent. There was nothing Parisian about the neighborhood other than its name and that the ladies’ garden club wore berets and scarves to the annual summer cookout.

Tags: alternate universe, anxiety, break-up, character has a different gender than in the source material, character has a physical disability, getting together, m/m, modern, past tense, politics, pov third person limited

#duck prints press #aim for the heart #nova mason #kickstarter #amalia zeichnerin

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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year

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Masterlist? Kind of? REWRITE

fandoms list (yes this is everything, not in any particular order): Hermitcraft, ESMP, Life Series, Marvel, DC, WOF, Riordanverse, MHA, Trap House/ XPLR, Divergent, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Disney, ATLA, Wizarding World, IT, Ducktales, any and all theater (TECH PEOPLE UNITE), Gravity Falls, SVTFOE, Thomas Sanders, Daredevil, horror (Scream especially my beloved), Transformers, Jurassic World, Star Wars, Little Nightmares, Pacific Rim, Monsterverse, Pitch Perfect, RWRB, Young Royals, Osemanverse, SCP, Six of Crows, TAWOG, Berrybrook/ BBMS, Descendants, TMNT, Alan Becker/ AVM, Top Gun, Umbrella Academy, Neytirix, Voltron, Greatest Showman, X-men, Zelda, DBD, Undertale, Daughter of the Deep, Poppy Playtime, Black Phone, Murder Drones, Free Guy, Good Omens, Nimona (movie), COD, Hazbin Hotel, Fast and Furious, AOUAD, WEBTOONs: Homesick, Boyfriends, School Bus Graveyard, High Class Homos, Everything is Fine, BWFA, Clinic of Horrors, Reunion, Castle Swimmer, The D!ckheads

ship moment (and I’m probably forgetting some):

Hermitcraft/ ESMP/ Life Series etc—

Mostly a multishipper? But I do have some favorites

Scarian

Rendoc

Ethubs

Team ZIT

HEX

Hypnocrafted

Stresskall

Jels

Welsuma

Gridoc

GLASS!! SPOUSES!! I will die on this hill

Team Rancher

Nature Wives

Marvel —

Parleynova/ any variation

Ironstrange

Stucky

Thorbruce

Kate x Yelena I don’t remember

Shuri x MJ

Shuriri

Spideypool

Spideypool but fem

Venomeddie

Nightsilver

Nightangel

DC—

Birdflash

Jayroy

Timkon

Damijon

Steph x Cass x Kara?? Not sure about that name lol

Superbats

Halbarry

Harlivy (DUH)

Batcat

Bluepulse

WOF—

Qinter

Glorybringer

Sunny is aroace fight me

Turtlejou

Moon is also. Aroace

Lynx and Snowfall

Pineapple and Jambu😭

Plus a bunch from Lauren Black’s books if you haven’t read them go do it she may as well be canon

Riordanverse—

Pipabeth

Obligatory Percabeth

Jercy

Valgrace

Solangelo (duh)

Thaleyna

Blitzstone

Fierrochase

Malconnor (MY BELOVEDDD)

NEW SHIP ALERT: Engineering bfs (Jake Mason x Malcolm Pace)

MHA—

Kiribaku

Dekushima

Momojirou

Miritamu

Shinkami

Dabihawks

Shigadabi

Wizarding World (oh boy)—

The constant struggle over choosing between Drarry and Scorbus is real

But also Hedric

Perciver

Deamus

Wolfstar duh

Jegulus

Rosekiller

Linny

I don’t remember the Teddy x James one but

It (2017 + 2019)—

REDDIEEE

Stenbrough

Benverly

we stan aroace Mike

Transformers—

Racer bfs

I don’t know any ship names help

OP and Ratchet

Wheeljack and Bulkhead

Arcee and Arachnid just not when they’re toxic

KOBD

MegOP

Star Wars—

Stormpilot ftw

Dinluke

Kylux

Reyrose

What’s the mando princess x priestess one again

Osemanverse—

Don’t talk to me canon ships are perfect

Berrybrook—

Starting off by saying these are CHILDREN and I’m not sexualizing them in any way

Canon ships are SO CUTEEE I CAN’T

I think Jensen is aroace

Hedgehog and whatever that emo kid from the Diary is called (I KNOW THEY’RE MINOR CHARACTERS LEAVE ME ALONE)

Listen I know that Alex and Joseph are both taken but I’m ngl I thought they were dating at the beginning of Enemies

Send ships I’ll probably agree with you

Descendants—

Harlos and Umvie are superior

Multiship lol

Top Gun—

Hangster

Icemav

Payback and Fanboy

Bob and Phoenix

DBD—

Ghostfrank

Susie x Julie

Hag x Blight

Any of the girls paired up

I know zero ship names

Black Phone—

Finbin/ Rinney

Brance

Showstagg

Murder Drones—

I… don’t like Uzi, sorry

Not gonna ship her with N

And V is toxic

And Cyn is a psychopath but they had good chemistry— I like her (thus far)

J and Tessa they’re cute

Thad is gay as fuck. That is all

Nimona—

Nimona x anarchy and murder <33

COD—

Okay omg

I think all the ships are honestly arguable we don’t really have bad ones

BUT I do have my favorites

Soapghostroach/ any variation but especially that one

Gaz x Jackson

Nikprice

Alerudy

Alex x Farah I forgot the name lmao

Hazbin—

Radioapple

Radiostatic

Vox x Valentino

Huskerdust (AAAAAAAAAA)

Homesick—

Personally I’m on Tommy’s side as far as shipping Rayne goes but I do love Sam

Unfortunately. Most of the characters are dead

There’s not a lot of people to ship

SBG—

AIDEN X TYLER!! MY BOYS!!

Taylor x Ash

Logan x Ben

The fact that there’s official art of them TvT my heart

Castle Swimmer—

Mono x Galoo

Honestly Skiff is so cute. If Kappa and Siren are poly that would be so

Fizz is a dick. That is all

D!ckheads—

If Levi and Eli and Marcus don’t end up together I swear to god

The mean girl and the druggy they’re perfect for each other

some AU’s I got:

Superhero au (Hermitcraft)

Theater au (Hermitcraft)

Marvel x DC

DC x Riordanverse

High school au (DC)

Greatest Showman au (DC)

Hunger Games au (Riordanverse)

PacRim au (Riordanverse)

Wizarding World au (Riordanverse)

Riordanverse x Marvel

Band au (Wizarding World/ Marauders era)

IT x Stranger Things

Everybody lives au (TBP)

Riordanverse au (COD)

I got 2 different band aus for COD— one is Måneskin themed and the other is Arctic Monkeys

Top Gun au (COD)

Halo au (COD)

Avatar au (COD)

PacRim au (COD)

SCP au (COD)

Jurassic World au (COD)

Homesick x SBG

non-specific tags:

DBD is what I tag everything horror, even if it’s not in the game lmao

everything random that isn’t really related to anything is tagged shitpost

so I know I forgot some ships. send some in I’ll probably agree with you lol

ask! me! about! my oc’s! I have literally tons for basically every fandom so

yes you can make oneshot/ headcanon requests for almost any of these

I yell about a different fandom every day filter by tags XD don’t see the one you’re looking for because I haven’t made anything for it yet? ask away!

consistent formatting is a myth. sometimes I use proper capitalization and punctuation. sometimes I do one and not the other. sometimes I don’t do either. I’m consistent PER POST at least LMAO

asks always open!

#masterlist [:

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foggysirens · 9 months

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I’m going to throw you a bit of a curveball but what is your favourite aspect of Stormpilot? 👀

ooooh yessss some stormpilot chatter! okay!!

i think one of my favourite aspects of stormpilot is how much they believe in each other, you know? from off the bat poe is in finns corner, believed him even though he was the enemy, trusted in his words and how he wanted to change and was there to cheer him on with a name and a jacket. he believed in finn and gave him the hope that the rebellion stands for. and finn!!! finn is the number one poe dameron supporter. you can see it as he comes out of his shell, how he believes in poe as a pilot, a leader. sees the good man that poe is and how it’s that belief and trust he gives back to poe that give them both something to keep fighting for. more than just the big picture of the galaxy- for each other and i love that for them so much. that strength and confidence they have together. believing and loving and so totally them!!!

thank you so much for the ask bestie!!!

(for those who haven’t seen my original post begging for asks lol)

#star wars #stormpilot #poe dameron #finn star wars #copiasjuicebox #ask #answered #mj.chatter #ALSO MY PLANE FINALLY GOT HERE I MIGHT BE ABLE TO BOARD SOON

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agrippaspoleto · 1 year

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I was tagged by @waywaychuck for this wip game! Hey there, how are you?

you know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I had to realise that I have quiet a few wips. I forgot how many. Almost all of is about Stormpilot (at least the ones I found) and sometimes the title is the first sentence I wrote since my writing app on my phone converts that into the title automatically. Have fun and feel free to ask me about them.

finnpoe hallmark villains

5 times leia pranked Poe to get him to confess his feelings

When you woke up up I already had lost you two times

merfolk AU

ancient Rome AU

the red riding hood AU

and of course the Firefly AU

And the lone Old Guard fic Yusuf and Niccolo in Switzerland

I tag @madame-yus-wife (because we never talk about wips ever :P), @mssr-mcknickers (what are you up to?), @natthemess (are you still into witcher or am I waaaayyy too late for that?), @falyakonmp3 (you always have such great ideas) and everyone else who wants to do it.

I wish you all a good start into the new year and a lot of inspiration and energy for whatever you want to do in the future!

#wip game #meme tag #I've probably forgotten quite a few people to tag #so absolutely feel free to consider yourself tagged #happy new year!#also ask me about my wips

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ke-119 · 1 year

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FALLOUT - Chapter 2

Chapter: 2 of 18

Rating: T+

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/blood/gore

Characters/Pairings: Poe Dameron/Finn, Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Leia Organa, BB-8, OCs.

Summary: Still reeling in the aftermath of Crait, Poe Dameron and Finn are sent to a secret Resistance base tucked away on Lothal to serve as acting generals. Their numbers dwindled to barely a handful, and with General Organa’s order grounding all surviving Resistance personnel to heal and regroup, morale is at an all time low. Poe grapples with his inability to sit still; the First Order looms, an ever-encroaching threat to what remains of the Outer Rim’s free space; intimate feelings grow impossible to ignore and a shocking return promises devastating consequences not only for those stationed on Lothal, but for the Resistance and galaxy at large.

A/N: An AU adventure, a side-quest of sorts, to account for some of the time between TLJ and ROS. Stormpilot centric. Canon up until the end of TLJ (but does not take into account Resistance Reborn or the Finn/Rose arc).

Masterlist

CHAPTER 2

"Mayor Greer is beside himself!" The aide's strangled voice crackled through the commlink, echoing down the hall as Poe made his way to incident command.

No doubt spurred on by one of Mayor Greer's outbursts, Rydell Yan—(actually just Rydell; they were now on a first-name basis with how much he and Poe had to deal with each other of late)—had called him in a frenzy.

"The rumors are spreading. They think the First Order is going to attack any minute. Mass panic is threatening!"

"Rydell. Will you just listen for a second?" Poe cut off the anxious tirade. "There's no need for panic. The situation is under control and we will update the mayor as we get new information. For now, all we have is an injured soldier."

Before Rydell could squeak out a reply, Poe flicked off the commlink.

Two days had passed since the crash. He spent most of them placating the mayor's hysterical staff.

He had gotten to know Rydell especially well since then. If Mayor Greer's incandescent reaction to the crash was any indication of his habitual reaction to crises, he'd come to understand that Rydell's harassed demeanor was simply his baseline while working for City Hall. Poe had a newfound sympathy for the guy. His own last briefing with the mayor ended with Greer storming out, tossing over his shoulder, "Clearly you're no General Organa, but you'll have to do in the meantime."

The crash had Poe on considerably thinned ice with Greer. Less than two months. Not exactly a record, but close.

"General Dameron." Dr. Geo Rand, the head medic, stuck his chestnut-maned head out of the doorway to the med-bay as Poe passed it.

"Dr. Rand. How's Torin?"

His long, pointed ears flicked. "That's what I wanted to discuss, actually. If you have a moment?"

Poe nodded and followed the Bothan inside. His hulking frame was draped in a pristine white smock. He had to be the only Resistance doc that actually wore one of those things.

Rand gestured to an empty stool opposite him. Metal counters and cabinets lined the walls, carrying rows of neatly stacked supplies and lab equipment. The only light source in the room came from under the cabinets, casting a sterile, icy glow over the shiny surfaces. Further into the room, a transparisteel window ran from floor to ceiling, curtains drawn for the privacy of the lone patient beyond.

Dr. Rand sat with a heavy sigh. "As you know, Torin Baz is now conscious and responsive."

Poe already had a terrible feeling about this conversation. "That's a good thing, right?"

"Well, yes, of course, but he still must submit to the post-combat exam battery."

Yep, here it comes. Poe felt the weight of impending bad news thump down between them. "You don't think he'll pass."

"Even if he passes the tests — and that's a big if… There is no telling the true extent of the damage inflicted on him, being under that kind of prolonged mental stress. I'm recommending you pull him from the roster even if the exam results deem he is fit to return to duty." He adjusted his giant frame atop the metal stool, searching Poe's eyes.

Poe held his gaze. "You're not going to like this, doc. But if Torin passes all his tests, I can't ground him."

The doctor paused, flustered, his expertise clearly seldom challenged. "Did you truly feel ready to return to duty, when you were in the same position?"

Poe bristled, but smacked on a quick smile. "Sure, I did. That's what those tests are for, aren't they?"

"They can only tell us so much. There had to be a standard put in place for traumatic incidents and this was the best option. But it doesn't cover every—in fact, many—of the different eventualities and consequences."

More infuriating and an inconvenience than anything, Leia had grounded him until he had successfully passed all of Kalonia and her team's poking and prodding. Dread crept up the back of his neck, and he instinctively reached up to give it a vigorous rub.

They had all been through the same inoculation training when it came to withstanding torture, in the Navy and then again when they joined the Resistance. And like everyone in that graduating class, they had shared the cocky belief that they were now impervious to torture. No valuable information would leave their lips under any circumstance. It turned out no amount of training could prepare you for that brand of torture.

Kylo Ren's hand had left lasting scars on his mind, without laying a finger on him. Any surface injuries had been inflicted by overeager brutes in white plastoid. That Poe was used to. The feeling of having your insides rend in two by an invisible force, he wouldn't soon forget.

The nightmares had stopped eventually, but his caution and wariness of Force-adept individuals had never gone away. It was a built-in instinct now, a flinch he couldn't control. Which only complicated things when the person he searched every crowded room for was most definitely Force-sensitive.

Time would only tell how Torin Baz had truly fared at the hands of the First Order—most likely Kylo Ren's hand.

"Torin's one of our best fighters," Poe told the doc. "If he's fit for duty again, then I have to put him back in. Our numbers are too depleted."

"General. With all due respect —"

Poe held up a hand. "We can't afford to be down a fighter if they're ready to fly. Thank you for keeping me informed." He stood and headed out into the hall.

"You really need to reconsider," Rand called after him. "General Organa would handle this much differently!"

"Yeah, I'm hearing that a lot lately."

Poe rounded the corner and nearly smacked head-on into Sim Kaspen.

The frail pilot stood about two inches shorter than Poe, skin so pale the blue veins at his temples jumped out in contrast under a crop of stick-straight, white-blonde hair to match. It spiked up in odd places from being jammed into his flight helmet. He had just come off patrol.

"General Dameron! I'm so sorry —"

"Hey, no harm done. What's the hurry?"

"Oh, I'm on my way to see Torin. I hear he's awake."

Sim Kaspen was Torin Baz' best friend. He had taken Torin's capture extra hard, or so Poe had been briefed. In truth, Sim really had looked more lively ever since the shock of Torin's return had worn off.

"He is." Poe stepped aside. "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." Sim nodded and continued on his way to med-bay, his run-walk telegraphing his excitement.

A shadow of doubt flickered in the back of Poe's mind as he watched the young pilot saunter off. How much (or how little) would actually be left of Torin Baz for his best friend to reunite with?

* * *

Poe had no clue where in the galaxy Leia was right now. At any given time, the names of four different bases circulated the hyper waves, only one of which was Leia's actual location. A ruse, to throw off anyone with malignant enough intent to hack an encrypted Resistance frequency for that kind of information. And since Crait, the First Order had doubled down their efforts of plucking off high-ranking Resistance members one by one. Leia's true location was always kept secret and shared on a sparse, need-to-know basis. On many occasions, Poe didn't even make that cut.

She'd left Ajan Kloss shortly after Poe got to Lothal—the current rumors said she was at Lothal base, which was a dead-end obviously, but not one Poe would ever dispel. The next options were Primtara Outpost, Mako-Ta Space Docks, and Cassidode VI. If he was honest with himself, Poe didn't believe she was actually at any of the four this time. Few safe and secluded places in the galaxy remained for the Resistance to station and only a handful of repurposed rebel outposts remained uncharted by the First Order.

Filaments of conversation reached Poe's ears as he strode past the mess hall toward incident command.

"She's gotta be at Mako-Ta—she fought in that battle, you know?" A young, Abdenedo pilot whispered over his tray.

"No way. Too obvious. Gotta be Primtara!" The human opposite answered, shoveling bites of food into her mouth. "We're gonna be late for our shift. Hurry up!"

Poe smirked; they had to keep themselves busy somehow. Gossiping about General Organa's whereabouts was the hottest topic of discussion right now. The only topic, really.

Shift after shift, they all came back with the same: nothing to report. And if Poe was restless, the rookies must be crawling out of their skin.

At the very back of the mess hall, laughter erupted from a group of pilots.

They were overworked, exhausted, and had suffered their greatest defeat yet, but here they were. Finding the courage to laugh with one another, still. If they were finding whatever silver lining they could, maybe Poe could too.

BB-8 bumped into his heels with grumpy tocsin.

"All right, all right. I'm moving."

He was definitely late to his weekly briefing.

* * *

"General Dameron." The twinkle in Leia's voice was audible, though static-filled and muffled coming from somewhere far across the galaxy. The blue-hued holo-projection fizzed and shivered, fraught through with scan lines. Poe had his suspicions she was within the vicinity of the Core Worlds. Recruiting efforts? Organizing covertly with the other surviving policy makers of the shattered New Republic?

"General Organa. How's the Core holding up?"

She gave him a withering look, but with no real menace behind it. Then a smile. "I wouldn't know. How's the Outer Rim?"

"Dusty."

"The rest of your sector?"

"Silent and empty. Your flyboys are getting restless."

"I'm sure they are. But what about Karé?"

Poe's turn to smile. "Same. You sure we need to be out here much longer?"

"Poe…" Leia warned softly. "These are the corners of the galaxy that need us most. What's the status on Torin Baz?"

"Recovering in medbay. Stable and coherent for the past week, according to Dr. Rand."

"Mayor Greer?"

"Briefed and appeased. For now." They shared a complicit smirk.

A muffled interruption came from the room Leia was standing in, and she waved a hand, dismissing it.

Since he'd arrived at Kothal Base, this was how most of their communication went. A barrage of questions, on the shorter side if answered to General Organa's satisfaction, on the longer side if the alternative. Despite this, Poe missed sharing a base with her. There was no telling when or if they even would again.

The last traces of Leia's smile and ease fell away when she turned her attention back to him. Poe sat up straighter.

"The First Order is not just laying low while we gather what's left of our forces," she said. "Their occupation of innocent planets continues. We've received anonymous intel—they are planning something. More insidious than we have yet seen. Now is not the time to get complacent."

"Nobody's getting complacent here. We're maintaining patrol around the clock."

"Watch your back, Poe." The change in her voice, the hushed, quick tone, unnerved him. "I don't need to remind you that it's extremely unlike the First Order to let anyone go after capture. How did Baz get away?"

"We're still figuring that out. They're running him through the protocol."

Leia inclined her head as someone out of view addressed her again. She turned back to Poe, fixing him with a deep, piercing gaze. He fought the urge to shift under the weight of it.

"Even if Baz passes the tests," she said, "I am suggesting you ground him until further notice. Something about this doesn't feel right." Then, by way of goodbye, a nod and, "General."

The holo-projection snapped out and Poe found himself staring at a blank wall.

Try as he might not to let Leia's warnings get to him, they had already burrowed their way under his skin and settled there like an uncomfortable, tactile reminder.

She had to be hyperaware. It was in her job description… The bigger picture and all. But he couldn't afford to indefinitely ground one of their best fighters. There were precious few of them left, and they were already stretched too thin. If Torin didn't pass the exam battery, then Poe would bow to that authority. But if he did… They had to trust the test results and get him back in the fight.

Poe faltered momentarily at his own logic, and, as it often happened lately, his mind wandered to Finn. He'd know what to do.

The hollow tap of boots on permacrete pulled Poe from his thoughts. He looked up to find Vrees Ronan's stocky form filling the doorway.

Poe's mentor stood at just about his height, but with broader shoulders, and lean muscles wound tightly around thick bones and joints. Nearing his sixty-sixth birthday, Vrees had been a rebel fighter long before the Resistance even existed. He knew Kes Dameron and Shara Bey only by name, but his boots had pounded the same Endor forest floor, and he'd shared the air with Poe's mother a time or two.

Coming off a patrol shift, his flight suit hung unzipped at the collar, the graying hair at his temples flattened by sweat and his helmet.

"Hey, kid," his gruff timbre greeted Poe. "Dr. Rand just finished Torin's testing. He passed with flying colors."

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ROUND 2: POLL #5

ROUND 2 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham:

Got loyal bodyguard who will give his life to his mafia boss and the insane villain with daddy issues. NS/FW [SPOILERS] in brackets -> [Pete decides to fuck Vegas because of how sad and pathetic he looked after the sad passing of his pet hedgehog. Vegas eats Pete's ass out in his torture/sex dungeon safehouse that Pete had been a prisoner in up until recently. Vegas is a brutal murderer who kills and tortures like nobody's issue and then cries into his ramen because Pete chose to escape the safehouse instead of staying with him there. Vegas tells Pete he loves him while Pete is in the middle of beating the shit out of him]

Finn/Poe Dameron:

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I Really Do Like That Jacket On You: Buck/Eddie Stormpilot Drabble

So this is for @i-had-bucky, who is so patient-for an AU challenge, she asked for Buddie and Stormpilot, and it has taken me forever to write this drabble. I am by no means a Star Wars expert, not even close, but I do love Finn/Poe, and this scene finally came to me today. So here’s a little Buck/Eddie reimagined as a former stormtrooper and a rebel pilot, set after the infamous keep my jacket it looks good on you scene.

“I really do like that jacket on you,” Eddie drawled, taking in the sight before him. “Especially with nothing else on underneath.”

“You are nothing like we were taught to believe,” Buck said, voice tinged with wonder as he reached out to cup Eddie’s cheek in his hand.

“Right back at you,” Eddie answered, covering Buck’s hand with his own. “Lucky for me or I’d be dead right about now.”

“When I woke up from the crash and you weren’t there...” Buck trailed off, shaking his head. “I know we had just met, but-”

“I get it, I felt it too,” Eddie assured him. “Clearly.” He gestured to the pile of clothes covering the floor of his room.

“Eddie, I’m not supposed to feel like this,” Buck said softly. “I believe this is more overwhelming than anything else that has happened these last few days, and that is saying a lot.”

“You’re not just some letters and numbers they gave you,” Eddie insisted, pulling Buck closer. “You’re Buck now. You chose that name. And I’ve got your back, Buck.”

“And I’ve got yours Eddie,” Buck promised, letting himself go willingly into Eddie’s arms.

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A Year of Fandom Crossovers : January

Title: “I Need a Pilot”

Pedro Character: Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Fandom Crossover: Star Wars

Notes: This is the first entry in my Year of Fandom Crossovers! This one is a straight forward adventures placing Frankie in the Star Wars universe. I took some elements of the plot of Triple Frontier and dumped them onto a planet in a galaxy far, far away. There’s a little Stormpilot thrown in for good measure. Hope you enjoy! Thanks as always to @oonajaeadira for creating the @yearofcreation2023

“I need a pilot.”

Franki sighed. How many times had he heard that line? The young man in front of him seemed earnest and a bit naive, something not often seen in this backwater town. What the hell, he thought.

“How much and how far?”

The man blinked. “Um, I don’t have any credits on me, but …”

Franki shook his head. “I don’t fly for free. I got a kid.” He thought of the baby, just able to sit up on her own now.

“I can get the credits later,” the young man said. There was something urgent and strangely calming in his dark brown eyes. “This is important.” He looked around furtively, then lowered his voice. “I’m with the Resistance. Things went bad and … my pilot is out of commission. I need to get him off planet and to medical assistance right away.”

“I don’t fly off planet,” Franki said, taking a drink of his ale. “I’m a hopper pilot. Ferried troops and supplies for the Takaians during the civil war.” He took another long drink. The war had been his ticket out of this skughole town, or so he’d thought. Instead, it had just broken him and his friends and dumped them right back in Damphi.

“Thanks okay,” the young man said. “We just need to get to our rendezvous point and someone will pick us up. But we can’t get there without help.”

“And your friends can’t land here in Damphi because?”

“Because the place is crawling with First Order after we — I — messed up,” the man said miserably. “They’d shoot down anything that looks halfway Resistance. Which is why we need discreet transport. Hoppers are in and out of here all the time. Just … just fly us where we need to go and you’ll be rewarded. General Organa will pay you personally.”

Franki shook his head. “I don’t want to hear about generals or Resistance,” he hissed. “I don’t want to hear about you and your pilot. I got my own troubles.”

“Fifteen thousand,” the young man said. “I swear it. Just get us to the rendezvous.”

Fifteen thousand was a lot of money. Enough to pay off some debts, get back on somewhat solid footing, maybe even start up that little business his wife was always talking about. You’re gonna regret this, he told himself.

“Deal. Name’s Franki but my friends call me Catfish. Long story. Pleasure to do business with you.”

They shook hands. “Finn,” the young man said. “When can we leave?”

Franki shrugged. “Soon as I finish my ale, I guess.”

Finn beamed at him and Franki swallowed a grin. Kriffin’ idealistic kid. He has no idea what the real world is like. Hope the Resistance has more hardened soldiers than him or they’ve got no chance.

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When Finn and his pilot friend entered the hangar, Franki did a double take. He glanced around, expecting Benni and the others to jump out and start laughing. “If you’re messing with me …,” he said, trailing off as they got closer and he saw that the injured pilot was not his friend San-Ti. The resemblance was striking, though.

“I know I’m messed up right now, but I’m not that ugly, am I?,” the pilot croaked. He was clearly in pain but still able to joke.

“Just thought you were someone else for a moment,” Franki muttered. “Let’s get this over with. My hopper’s right over here.”

He led them to the battered vehicle, a decades out of date Model 7G planet-hopper. It wasn’t fancy, but it got the job done and M-98 kept it in working order. Mostly. When the droid wasn’t in the shop itself.

“The left rotor will need maintenance within the next one hundred hours of flight,” M-98 said morosely as they walked up the ramp. “And I’m keeping an eye on the second fuel injector.”

“That’s fine, Ninety-Eight,” Franki said. “This should be an easy trip. Out and back. Like shooting womp rats in a barrel.” He turned to his passengers. “I’ve got a co-pilot’s seat but not much else. Will your friend be okay here in the cargo area?”

“My name is Poe,” the injured pilot said. “And I’ll be fine anywhere, as long as you can get us to our rendezvous in time.” He winced and Finn immediately helped him to the floor.

“Take it easy, buddy,” Finn said gently. “We’ll get you in a bacta tank before you know it.” He looked up at Franki and his warm brown eyes belied his words. The kid was worried.

“Just give me a few minutes to warm up the engines and get the coordinates into the nav computer,” Franki said. “Then we’ll be off.”

“Six point five two minutes,” M-98 chimed in. “I told you that injector is acting up.”

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Flying in a hopper was nothing like flying in a spaceship. For one thing, it was noisier; Franki hadn’t been off world much but he found it eerily quiet when he did. He was used to the rattle of loose panels, the roar of the combustion engine, the thwup-thwup-thwup of the rotor blades. Hopper flying was also rougher than flying in space. Air turbulence combined with the idiosyncrasies of a machine that still had only half of its original parts meant that there was no such thing as flying straight between two points.

“It feels like this thing is falling apart!” Finn yelled. Franki had offered him the second set of headphones, so they could communicate easily, but he’d refused, insisting he wouldn’t be able to hear Poe if he needed anything.

“She’ll hold,” Franki shouted back. “Just sit down and relax.” He kept one eye on the horizon ahead and the other on the flickering blip on his nav screen.

Finn leaned forward, obscuring his view of the nav screen, and Franki fought the urge to shove the younger man out of the way. Be nice to the paying customer, he reminded himself.

“Forgive me, Catfish,” Finn said, “but aren’t we taking the long way around? We’re heading for Bezerr.”

“I know,” Franki said. “Can’t fly directly there because of the mountains. And this is a hopper. Got to refuel every couple of hours. Follow the supply stations.” He indicated the string of green dots their flight path connected.

“It’s just …” Finn shook his head and pulled the headset on. “Look,” he said, once he was on the comm link. “I don’t know if Poe has that much time. He’s getting weaker.” The concern in the young man’s eyes tugged at Franki’s heart. He knew what it was like to lose a comrade in arms. Especially because of a mission gone off the rails.

“Can’t do it,” Franki said. “This route is as fast as I can go.”

“I’ll double your fee,” Finn said. “Triple it, whatever. Just get us to Bezerr before he … look, you said you have a kid, right? So you have a spouse.” Franki nodded. “So you know how I feel. What if your wife — what if that was her back there and it was your fault she was hurt and …”

“I feel for you, kid, but it’s not doable. We’d have to fly over the kriffin’ Pyrshis! Tallest mountain range on the planet. This bucket of bolts isn’t built for those altitudes.”

“Please,” Finn pleaded. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose him.”

Franki sighed. He always was a sucker for big, brown eyes. “Okay, we’ll refuel at Brosia Station. I gotta do some calculations before we attempt it anyway. Better to do them on solid ground.”

“Thank you!” Finn said.

“Triple the fee,” Franki said as he adjusted the nav coordinates to take them to Brosia. You’re really going to regret this, Catfish.

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“Are you certain?” Franki asked Ninety-Eight.

“Ninety-seven point nine five three percent certain,” the droid replied.

“Not good enough,” Franki said, banging his fist on the console. “We need to get this as close to perfect as possible.”

“I’m sorry, Catfish, but there are too many variables to reach a higher percentage of certainty. Nine seven point nine five three is the best I can do.”

“Almost ninety-eight percent sounds pretty good to me,” Finn chimed in.

Franki shook his head. “Look, kid, we’re not just going across the mountains, we’re going over them. That shortens our range considerably. These hoppers are built to cover distance, not fly high. We get up there where the atmosphere thins out and the engine can’t handle it if we have too heavy a load. So we have to make sure our tanks are empty enough to get enough lift to get over the peaks, but full enough that we have enough juice to get to Bezerr. Plus the rotors aren’t built for thin air, and this thing isn’t pressurized. We get over four and a half clicks and we’re going to start feeling the lack of oxygen. We hit five and a half, we’re getting light headed. Same with the engine. Can’t burn fuel as well when there’s less oxygen. This has to be as near perfect as we can get it or we crash up there.”

He pointed out the pitted windscreen at the soaring crags of the Pyrshi mountains. There was always ice and snow up there. The tallest peak topped out at close to six clicks high. Nothing lived up there except snow fleas and snow spiders and the occasional lost bird.

“If we don’t go soon, Poe will die,” Finn said. “One hundred percent certainty. So I say ninety-eight percent sounds good enough.”

“You’re paying,” Franki said. “Ninety-Eight, double check the tank before we take off.”

“Roger that,” the droid said. “And it might be a good idea to offer up an entreaty to any deities you gentlemen may be particularly fond of, just in case.”

“I’m going to let San-Ti’s cousin remove your humor module if you keep this up,” Franki grumbled. “Don’t know why I let you talk me into installing one in the first place.”

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The engines were straining. Franki could hear it and, more importantly, feel it. They were slowly climbing the crest of the mountains, aiming for a saddle that was only about twice the width of the hopper, but the lowest point where they could cross over and begin the descent toward Bezerr.

“How’s our fuel?”

Ninety-Eight hesitated a fraction of a second. “Close,” the droid said.

“What the kriff does ‘close’ mean? Close to empty? Close to what you calculated?”

“The fuel level is approximately what I calculated we would need to accomplish the crossing,” Ninety-Eight said primly. “A few milliliters short but close enough.”

Franki shook his head. He hated when the droid was vague with him. It meant things were not good. “How about the rotors?”

“Left rotor is showing signs of wear, as noted previously,” Ninety-Eight said. “Still within safety parameters, though.”

Which means it’s ready to break, Franki translated. He wasn’t even going to ask about the injectors.

“We’re almost there,” he heard Finn say. The young man was in the back with his friend, who was looking much paler than when they’d arrived. Franki was fairly certain the man was bleeding internally; he needed a bacta tank and a good surgeon as soon as possible.

Franki steadied the hopper as they neared the saddle. The winds were tricky around the glacier carved peaks and he fought the stick to keep her steady. “Almost there,” he said to himself. “Just hold together, baby, you can do it.”

They slowly rose above the level of the saddle and Franki could see the rolling plains beyond the steep escarpment of the mountains. As the hopper crept through the pass, a gust of wind slammed down from the cirque above. The left rotor cracked and broke into several pieces. At the same time, the engine coughed and sputtered, then went silent. The hopper tilted swiftly to the right.

“Brace yourselves!” Franki yelled. “We’re going down!”

He controlled the fall as best he could. It was nearly impossible to glide in a hopper, so he couldn’t guide it much, but he kept the nose up so at least when they crashed, they wouldn’t go down face first. A boulder caught the side rails and flipped the hopper sideways before it slammed to the ground, the right rotor still valiantly trying to spin even as it crumpled against granite.

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Franki wiped the blood out of his eyes and took off his headset. He’d cracked his forehead against something, but it didn’t appear to be life threatening. “Finn!,” he called. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Finn said. He appeared battered but mostly intact.

“How about your friend?”

“Not great, but he’s still with us,” Finn said.

“And I am still functional, if anyone cares,” Ninety-Eight chimed in.

“Good,” Franki said. “Because I need you to assess the damage and see what we can salvage. We can’t get airborne but at least it’s all downhill from here. Maybe we can rig up some sort of conveyance to get us down.” He could feel the thinness of the air in his lungs. “It’ll take us too long to walk or climb.”

While Ninety-Eight surveyed the wreckage, Franki dug out the first aid kit and cleaned himself up. He had a cut on his forehead and a few slivers of glass in his arm, but otherwise he was just bruised up.

“So, we’re alive and we have a droid,” he said, after handing the kit to Finn. “No broken limbs, but we have one non ambulatory person to deal with. We’ll need some sort of litter to carry him on. And it’s going to get cold real fast up here. If we can’t get moving soon, we’ll need a fire or something else to keep warm.” His emergency survival training was coming back to him in bits and pieces. During the war, he’d mostly dealt with the aftermath of these things, swooping in to extract soldiers from tricky situations. This was the first time he’d been on the bad end of the deal.

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Ninety-Eight cobbled together a small wagon out of the wreckage, as well as a rudimentary pulley system that could be used to lower it down the sheerest slopes if need be. “I can pull the wagon with all three of you humans in it,” the droid said. “It will be a bumpy ride but faster than your own feet.”

They settled Poe into the center of the wagon. Franki let Finn sit near Poe’s head, while he wedged himself into the back of the wagon. It was a tight fit, but at least they wouldn’t rattle around this way. Ninety-Eight set off at a steady but sensible pace, traversing the rocky ground as smoothly as it could.

Franki was uncomfortable, but not because of the cramped conditions. It was the quiet murmur of conversation between Finn and Poe that he couldn’t help but overhear. It was very clear that the two men were more than just friends and comrades in arms. Franki wasn’t a demonstrative person; public displays of affection made him squirm. He pulled his cap further down over his eyes, which made him wince as the brim scraped over the fresh cut, and feigned sleep, trying to give the two as much privacy as possible. Which wasn’t much, considering that Poe’s feet were basically in his lap.

“If I don’t make it,” Poe said at one point.

“You’re gonna make it,” Finn said.

“I know, but just in case … tell Rey to take care of Bee-Bee for me, okay?”

“Oh, so I don’t get custody of the kid?”

“You’re a mediocre pilot, babe. He’s an astromech droid. She can give him adventures.”

“I’m a good pilot. I just look like bantha poodoo next to you and Rey.”

“You keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

Franki suppressed a chuckle. Like an old married couple, he thought. But that made him think of his wife and baby waiting at home and the amusement faded away.

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It took the better part of a day to reach the plains, but it would have taken them much, much longer on foot. Franki’s forehead had crusted over and itched like hell, he had a pounding headache and his left leg was asleep from being folded underneath him for so long, but otherwise he was in good shape. The same could not be said for Poe; the man had drifted into unconsciousness halfway down the mountainside.

Finn had a handheld comm link and kept trying to contact their ship, but the steep canyon walls were not conducive to radio frequencies. Once they were on the flat, he tried it again and finally received a response.

“Yeah, we’re near the foot of the mountains,” he yelled — the connection was staticky and intermittent — “about three clicks south of the river. Can you get a fix? Yeah? Okay, we’ll stand by.” He thumbed off the comm. “They’re coming to get us,” he said. “It won’t be long.” He smoothed the hair off Poe’s forehead, where it clung in damp curls.

“I’m not sure how much of the fee they’ll have on hand,” he said to Franki. “But I promise I’ll get the rest to you as soon as I can. There’s a bank in Damphi, right?”

“Yeah,” Franki said. “I’ve got an account.” Not much in it, but I’ve got an account.

“Will you be able to get back okay? Without the hopper?”

“I’ll hitch a ride with one of the other hopper pilots. You just worry about him.”

Soon, a nondescript transport descended from the sky, landing a few hundred meters away. A Twi’lek and a human hurried out with a floating stretcher and whisked Poe inside, a med droid hovering along beside them. “Wait here,” Finn said. “I’ll get your money.”

Franki stretched as he waited, idly watching Ninety-Eight tighten the bolts on the wagon. “It’ll be worth more than the scrap value if I spruce it up a bit,” the droid said.

Finn emerged from the transport with a pouch in his hand. “It’s only six thousand,” he said. “That’s all we have aboard. But I swear you’ll get the rest. Triple the original fee. Forty-five thousand.”

Franki took the pouch, weighing it in his hand. New Republic credits by the feel of it, maybe a few other currencies mixed in. Odds were this was all he was going to get from this disaster of a job, but he’d take it. “Take care of your friend,” he said. “And good luck with the resistance thing.”

Finn looked him in the eyes. “Thank you, Catfish. May the Force be with you.” He pulled Franki into a quick, fierce hug and then ran back to the transport, which lifted off a few minutes later.

“A new hopper will cost at least thirty-seven thousand,” Ninety-Eight said flatly.

“I know,” Franki said.

“If he comes through, you’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“If he doesn’t, you’re kriffed.”

Franki glared at the droid. “Do you want me to have your personality removed?” He climbed back into the wagon. “Let’s go. If we get into town before nightfall, maybe I can catch a flight out and won’t have to waste money on a room.”

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Damphi looked almost pretty in the morning light. Franki had caught a ride with Starsi, who was a good pilot but could talk the hind leg off a rancor. They had flown through the night, stopping twice to drop off cargo at poorly lit depots in the middle of nowhere. No wonder he’s flying at night, Franki thought. Still, it was a ride, and Starsi didn’t even charge him anything, simply glad for the company.

They’d sold the wagon to a scrap dealer near the landing strip. Ninety-Eight was still sulking because it thought its creation was worth more, but Franki had wanted to get out quickly. With six thousand, three hundred and ninety credits in his pocket — and no hopper — he was a lot further in the hole than he’d been a few days ago, but there was lots of work in Damphi, even if it wasn’t as fulfilling as flying a hopper. They’d be okay.

When they got home, Ninety-Eight went straight to its charging station. Franki tiptoed into the bedroom but it was empty. A note was on the table beside the bed. “Got an early shift at the factory, thanks to Emmi. Dropped the baby off with my mother. See you when I get off.”

At least I get a little break before I have to explain my latest screw-up, Franki thought as he collapsed into bed.

After a few hours sleep, he found some food and headed for the bank. Might as well pay a few bills off. At the teller window, he emptied the credits out of the pouch. “Deposit this into my account,” he said. “And then tell me the balance.”

The teller punched a few keys and printed out a slip. As she slid it across the counter, Franki shook his head. “This must be a mistake. I only deposited sixty-three ninety. This says seventy thousand.”

The teller consulted her terminal screen. “It’s correct. Although only the sixty-three ninety is available immediately. The rest is from two off-planet deposits that came in a few hours ago. That won’t be available until we get the ping back from the bank on Coruscant. Give it a day or two.” She swiveled the screen so he could see.

39,000: Balance of payment for services rendered.

30,000: For damages to equipment incurred during employment

Both deposits came from a bank on Coruscant. Guess the kid wasn’t lying about his connections, Franki thought.

“Thank you,” he told the teller. “I’ll be back in a couple of days to make some withdrawals.” He turned the numbers over in his head as he left the bank. Seventy-five thousand would allow him to buy a new hopper, pay off all the debts, and still have a little left over. A fresh start.

As he made his way home, San-Ti rushed up. “Hey, man, you would not believe the night I had!” He flung his arm around Franki’s shoulders. “Some kriffing Imperial wannabe thought I was someone else and tossed me in lockup! Then they threw in a drunken Wookiee and we all spent the next few hours trying not to get our arms ripped off. Finally they ran a genetic scan and realized I wasn’t the guy they were looking for and the one who brought me in got reamed out by his superior. It was hilarious! Except for the drunken Wookiee part. So, anything new with you?”

Franki laughed. “You have no idea, my friend. You have no idea.”

#star wars #pedro pascal #year of themed creation #stormpilot #triple frontier #fanfic #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #fandom crossover

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cmgirlie · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @dilf-in-peril

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13 plus a fourteenth that's part of an exchange and hasn't been revealed yet.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

25,112

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's all wrestling.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Despite the Snow, Despite the Falling Snow — American Gods (TV); Mad Sweeney/Shadow Moon

Like it Rough — Our Flag Means Death (TV); Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs (this one isn't very good and I thought I had deleted it until I checked to make this post. only lands here because it's a big fandom i guess)

Poison on Our Lips — Saw (Movies); Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon (this one's been getting a bit extra traffic now with the Saw fandom resurging)

The Lies We Tell Ourselves — Insidious (Movies); Specs/Tucker (this was never finished. it's also been getting some spillover attention from leigh whannell fans)

In the Dead of Night — The Terror (TV 2018); George Henry Hodgson/John Irving

(my most popular wrestling fic, my collected kinktober fills from last year, just barely misses this list)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I should. I try to. I used to. I rarely do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

eh I usually don't write super angsty endings. I guess the Specs/Tucker one is pretty dreary since I abandoned it at a little cliffhanger.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

excluding orgasms, Despite the Snow, Despite the Falling Snow is my only genuine angst with a happy ending. and it's a pretty cute get-together.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, my fics aren't popular or controversial enough for that

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. Usually kinky stuff, and often stuff I myself find sort of weird. Gotta exorcise it i guess.

Funny enough, I used to write a fair bit of smut as a teen, deleted it all and spent years not writing any, and then it's been naught but smut since 2021.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, I don't enjoy reading them either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm pretty certain Despite the Snow, etc. was translated into Chinese back when I first posted it but ao3 doesn't show any related works. Maybe it got deleted?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm pretty fickle so I usually just stick to my favs in my current fandom. Right now it's CMJF with Joepunk contesting it for #1. My Stormpilot shipping would rear back up with every new Star Wars release so it was probably my longest-lasting ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Punk/AJ/Ace Steel fill for kinktober was supposed to be part of a longer fic that never got farther into than the very beginning and that extract I posted.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at showing characters' feelings through action, without much internal monologue. I've been told I balance comedy and smut well which. I don't consider myself a funny person but I do like to lean into the absurdist premises of porn i guess

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Visual description. Partially because I'm bad at it, partially because I think it adds too much fluff and avoid it. Problem is I have a very visual imagination so fics that feel super detailed in my mind end up being 200 words long with no plot, because it's all just mise-en-scène that I can't get on the page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never really done it but I tend to enjoy when it's there. It may be cheesy but I love a good pet name in the character's native language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I dabbled a bit in Phantom of the Opera fic, but really got going in the Hannibal fandom.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

around 2017 I was really trying to make my fics feel ~atmospheric~ and I feel like I achieved that best in Despite the Snow, etc., even if it's partially adapting a scene from the book that never made it to the show (that I know of, I didn't watch past s1). I feel like I'm still plopping around awkwardly in wrestling fic so I really couldn't pick a favourite.

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vic-morgan · 4 years

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I’ve noticed something about the Star Wars fandom: All of our ship names are either their job titles put together (ex: spiritassasin, stormpilot, rebelcaptain) or its just their names put together (ex: finnpoe, plokit, lukehan) and I think that’s really fun, fresh, and sexy of us.

#star wars #star wars ships #star wars ship names #stormpilot #spiritassasin #rebelcaptain #finnpoe #plokit #lukehan #look we may not be good at ship names but anything is better then reylo #anti reylo

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