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The Hands That Hold Him

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel never let himself be taken care of. Never let himself be seen. But as her hands combed through his tangled hair, as she held him like he was something other than a blade, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could let himself belong to her.

The scent of blood clung to him.

It always did after a long night of patrol, thick and acrid, staining the air as much as it did his skin. It was the first thing Y/N noticed when she stepped into their bathing chamber, candlelight flickering softly against the damp stone walls.

The second thing she noticed was the stillness.

Azriel sat motionless in the large marble tub, his head tipped back against the porcelain edge, his wings draping lifelessly over the sides. His hands gripped the rim, knuckles white, like he was holding himself together by sheer force of will. The water around him had turned pink—evidence of the violence he’d walked through tonight.

Her stomach tightened.

Not his blood.

Thank the Mother.

But the tension didn’t fade entirely. Not when she could feel the weight he carried pressing against the bond between them, a storm rolling in the back of her mind, cold and frigid.

He didn’t look at her as she stepped closer.

Didn’t speak.

Just breathed. In and out. Like even that took effort.

Her heart twisted.

"Az."

His eyes flickered open. Golden brown, exhausted.

Shadows curled around him, sluggish and slow, shifting with the candlelight, unsure whether to reach for her or keep their master locked away in his own mind.

"You didn’t wake me," she murmured, lowering herself to kneel beside the tub.

"You need your rest," he said, voice rough, worn.

"So do you."

A flicker of something passed over his face. A ghost of a smirk, maybe. But it was gone before she could grasp it.

Y/N reached for the small glass bottle sitting beside the tub, uncorking it with nimble fingers. The scent of lavender and sage filled the air, a calming balm against the tension curling in her chest. She poured a few drops into the water, watching as the oils dispersed, washing over his scarred hands where they still rested on the marble edge.

His fingers twitched.

Slowly, carefully, she reached forward, dipping her hands into the warm water, letting them settle against his shoulders.

The muscle beneath her touch was taut, hard as stone.

"Always holding everything in."

She kneaded gently, her thumbs working into the knots lining his back, pressing against the strain coiled beneath his skin.

He exhaled sharply.

Her heart clenched.

"Let me take care of you," she whispered.

His jaw tightened.

But he didn’t move away.

The first time she had touched him like this, he had flinched.

Not from pain.

Not from fear.

But from something deeper. Something raw and unspoken, a wound buried so deep it had never seen the light of day.

He hadn’t known how to be held.

Not gently. Not with love.

But she had never seen him as a weapon.

And now, as her hands moved down his arms, as she wiped away the remnants of his night with slow, careful strokes, he let her touch him.

Let her see him.

Her fingers slid into his hair, massaging his scalp with slow, deliberate motions.

Azriel sighed.

The sound was quiet, barely there, but it unraveled something inside her, sent warmth spreading through her chest like sunrise over frozen ground.

She worked methodically, lathering soap into his tangled locks, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp. His wings twitched against the sides of the tub, as if his body didn’t quite know how to relax.

She pressed a kiss to his temple. "I’ve got you."

His throat bobbed.

The words settled between them, soft and certain, filling the empty spaces where shadows used to be.

"You’re warm tonight," she murmured, tracing the curve of his jaw, where faint stubble dusted his golden-brown skin.

"The water," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curved. "No. You."

His fingers twitched against the rim of the tub.

She smoothed a strand of wet hair away from his forehead, her touch feather-light. "I like it when you let me take care of you."

A muscle in his jaw flexed. "I don’t deserve—"

"You do."

Her voice was soft, but unyielding.

Azriel swallowed hard, his eyes slipping shut. "I don’t know how to be this," he admitted, voice barely more than breath. "I don’t know how to—" He hesitated, something fragile breaking across his face. "How to let someone in."

Her chest ached.

"You already have," she whispered, brushing her lips over his temple. "I’m already here, Az."

His hands finally loosened.

Finally let go.

And as Y/N continued washing him, continued running her fingers down the strong lines of his back, kneading out the tension, Azriel leaned forward.

Pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

And for the first time in a long, long time—he let himself be held.

She climbed into the tub.

Azriel tensed.

But then she wrapped her arms around him from behind, her legs bracketing his waist, her hands flattening over his chest.

His breath hitched.

But he didn’t pull away.

Didn’t flinch.

Just let her hold him.

She pressed her lips to the back of his neck, to the ridge of his shoulder, her arms tightening around him like she could shield him from whatever haunted him tonight.

"You’re safe," she whispered, her fingers tracing absent patterns over his skin.

He exhaled sharply, his hands coming to rest over hers, covering them, pressing them closer.

And then—

So softly she almost didn’t hear it—

"Stay."

Her heart clenched.

She nuzzled into the curve of his neck, pressing another kiss there, her lips lingering, her breath fanning against his damp skin.

"Always."

Azriel’s shoulders finally sagged, the last of his tension bleeding away, his body melting against hers.

For the first time in his life, he let himself rest.

Let himself belong.

Let himself be loved.

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Just finished A Different Man, and last week I saw The Apprentice. Sebastian is amazing in both of them and I would love to know WHY he goes for mentally unstable characters all the time????

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hey, so idk if you’ll know this fic/where to find it, but since you write poe x solo!reader I thought I’d ask. I’m pretty sure the series is called don’t be afraid, but I can’t find it all of a sudden? it’s just one of my all time favs 😅

Hi anon!

I’m guessing it is a Poe x Solo!Reader… is it a one shot, or a series? I actually don’t know it but HEY!! IF ANYONE HAS READ THIS FIC PLEASE LET US KNOW IN THE COMMENTS WHERE TO FIND IT!

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It’s been a while since I felt MY HEART BEING RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST just to feel it being smushed in fluff one minute later, and I’m so glad I came across this to remember that feeling 🥺🥺🥺 this is so wonderfully Poe that it is making me yearn for him like never before ❤️

I loved it so much! Thanks for sharing this with us

ahead, ahead

poe dameron x reader

summary: “We– You’ll never settle down, Poe. We both know this. And neither will I, as long as we’re in this.” Your eyes rake over his face, his eyes softly fluttering with hurt when he averts his gaze from you. “It'll never work.”

or; your fear of the future forces you to reject the man you love.

warnings: rejecting poe but we're not actually truly rejecting him (who, in their right mind would reject this man), talks of the war, of being scared of the future, extremely brief mentions of an injury, death and grief

tags: gn!reader, idiots in love, angst, fluff, celebration, kissing, idk man I hate tagging this stuff you'll see

word count: 2.9k

masterlist | taglist | ao3

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

lmao hey I'm back ig if this fic doesn't hit ten thousand notes in 48hrs I'm dipping again

The night is fairly quiet, save for the occasional crackle over the comms. You and Poe are tucked away in an observation post, overlooking a seemingly endless empty desert; it feels like you've been here for hours, time blending now that the only light around is the shining stars and the small dots of your devices. 

Poe lightly clears his throat, breaking the comfortable silence between you. “You can't go away from any conversation right now, so,” 

You shouldn’t even be surprised that he can not keep his mouth shut for longer than three minutes. “Why won't you let me take you out on a date?”

You sigh. “Poe, not now.” 

You can feel his eyes burning holes through you, knowing exactly what gaze he’s using on you, knowing his big, warm, pleading brown eyes will have the exact effect he intends to cast over you if you happen to turn to him.

You keep watching ahead, trying your best to ignore his too obvious firm gaze over you in your peripheral vision, feigning focus on trying to notice anything unusual in the broad land of sand ahead of you. He makes it really hard.

“What? Perfect situation to talk about this” he says, his gaze on you unwavering. “For me” he shrugs with a teasing smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping that your silence will make him drop it. But he’s Poe Dameron. 

“Tell me. Tell me why. I genuinely want to know your reasons.” he says, leaning back into his seat. “Hurt my feelings if you have to. I just wanna know”

You can feel the pressure starting to pull down on you. You know he won’t let it go, but you also don’t want to hurt your friend while you’re stuck with him for what could be hours.

“So what, because no one ever says no to you you can’t take someone rejecting you?” you scoff, turning to him before you check the comms again though you know there’s nothing new. 

He laughs, a choked, startled laugh. “We both know it’s not that. You kissed me”

You sigh, tension coiling tight and your heart leaping in your chest as you set the comms down again, at this point begging the maker for something to happen, maybe even for a First Order ambush just to get you out of this conversation. “Maybe I was just pitying you.” you mutter under your breath, busying yourself out of it by picking the underside of your nails.

“Oh, you were shitting your pants at the idea of losing me. That's why you kissed me. You were so scared I might be dead you ran to kiss me when you found out I wasn't.” 

Your eyes close wearily. He’s on point. 

“And you almost could have chipped my teeth with how hard our mouths clashed, so,” he trails off. “Come on. Why won’t you tell me? I really just wanna know. I can handle it.” he murmurs, more softly this time. Your head shakes as you tut impatiently. His gentle tone doesn’t make it less painful to be in this situation. “I promise you won’t hurt my feelings, you already kinda did anyway, so I guess I’m not really–” Poe stops when you suddenly grab his arm and hold a finger up, your eyes widening as you freeze.

“Listen”

Poe halts and goes silent, alert to any sound around, any faint wind breeze, any footstep, anything. 

“...I’m not hearing anything” he declares after a while, eyebrows furrowed.

You recline into your seat, releasing your grip on him. “Exactly. How peaceful”

He lets out a soft, bitter chuckle and looks away, into the waves of sand, pretending to get his focus back onto the task at hand. 

He finally, as you wished, lets the tight space be silent again, but after a while, you come to admit that the heavy silence is arguably more agonizing than having Poe run his mouth about something you don’t really want to talk about.

“You'll always care about the Resistance more than you could care about me.”

“What?” Poe scoffs and glances back over you, eyebrows raised. You give him a small shrug. “That’s not true. You know that’s not true.”

Your gaze darts to him before you look back out the window at your side. “It’s not even a bad thing, it’s who you are, and that’s why people follow you, that’s why I follow you, but–”

He stares at you, his gaze burning through you again, caught somewhere between confusion and frustration. “But what? What makes you think that?” 

You can hear the startled hurt in his tone, the clear bewilderment, the clear need and urge in him to argue.

“You're a busy man. You're always on the run–” 

“So are you” he cuts you off.

“That's what I mean. We’re both so busy with this– this endless fight. We barely have time to sleep, let alone,” you gesture vaguely between the both of you, catching the pleading gaze you were desperately trying to avoid earlier, hoping he will get what you mean without you having to say it out loud, without having to stab him right through the heart once again.

“So what?” he insists, his tone firmer. “We both know that. That’s part of the deal. But that doesn’t mean we couldn’t make it work”

You shake your head, sensing it will only keep going down from there. “We– You’ll never settle down, Poe. We both know this. And neither will I, as long as we’re in this.” Your eyes rake over his face, his eyes softly fluttering with hurt when he averts his gaze from you. “It'll never work.”

The thick silence painfully grips at your throat, and just when it feels Poe might start to speak again, the comms crackle with a signal, alerting a presence on the grounds. 

You stand up and gather the stuff you need, the mission you let aside needing your full focus again, and as you take your blaster out of your holster, you can still feel Poe’s lingering gaze over you, your chest tightening in a sense of guilt you’ve never felt before.

—

It’s spontaneous and unconstrained when you fall into Poe’s embrace, but you do, and it’s like nothing ever happened in that observation post a few weeks ago. Your hands fist tightly into the fabric of his flight suit while you're still careful not to press yourself too close against his wounded arm. The general hubbub of celebration is rumbling on the ground of Ajan Kloss, thrumming through the air, and you can only feel relief as Poe’s hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer into the embrace. For a brief moment, you just stay here, mingling with each other, breathing him in like you didn't completely push him away the last time you faced him.

“Are you okay?” he asks when you pull back slightly, looking you up and down, eyes raking through as he searches for any sign of injury.

“Are you?” you ask back, eyeing his arm wrapped in a cloth and held against his chest by a sling. 

He shrugs, grimacing as he quickly waves it off, trying to downplay it. “That's fine. Nothing I've never seen before. I got things to celebrate before I start whining about this” he grins. 

He smiles wider when he sees your smile, your cheeks warming up as his gaze lingers over you, taking in every detail of your face. You have barely been able to catch each other for longer than two minutes outside of missions these past few weeks, so knowing he will now be able to see you for maybe three minutes longer now that the galaxy isn’t at stake anymore brings another layer to the wider sense of relief of this war being over. “I’m glad you made it out alright” he says quietly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear over the noise. 

“Couldn’t have done it without such an amazing leader” you tease, and he lets out a genuine laugh, shaking his head, but your own laughter fades as he gets cornered by his fellow squadron pilots, pulling him away from you.

You smile when you see his eyes crinkle as they cheer with him, and you give him another smile and nod when he mouths you a quick apology as they drag him away.

—

You stare off into the distance, a small smile tugging at your lips when from afar, you notice Finn being swirled around by Rose, all smiles. 

There’s a bittersweet feeling to this, all of this. It’s supposedly all over, but you also have no idea what to expect for tomorrow, and the next day, and all the ones after that, and the idea is terrifying. 

You put your glass down beside you on the crate that serves you as a bench, turning when you feel a presence approaching.

“Hey” Poe smiles, sitting by your side on the wide crate.

“Hey,” you reply, a hint of tiredness in your voice though his presence lifts you up a little.

“Overwhelmed?” 

You scoff, giving him a half nod, barely a tilt of the head. “Yeah, you could say that”

He gives you a nod of comprehension, staring off at the loud, joyful celebration in the distance. 

Puffs of dirt are flowing off the ground from being beaten by dancing feet, the particles visible from the strings and poles of lanterns set up for the occasion, revealing the figures of people overflowing with energy though that layer will peel off and reveal the true exhaustion stemming from the battle soon enough.

The night is warm, making sweat cling to skins, making tears of all kinds short-lived, visual proofs of joy and grief drying and disappearing quickly.

Poe’s gaze turns back to you, his hand settling over yours. “You should join us. You shouldn’t be staying by yourself at a time like this” he prompts, lightly nudging your side, a gentle smile on his face.

“I will, eventually” you nod, glancing at a couple linking foreheads, swaying side by side. “Just having a moment,” you chuckle softly, bringing your glass back to your lips.

“Ouh, okay” he teases, begrudgingly removing his hand. “Mind if I have this moment with you?”

“Sure,” you scoff, silently offering to share your glass with Poe, disposing of it again when he silently declines.

“So, what now?” he questions, a renewed brightness filling his voice. “What are your plans now that this war’s over?” he asks, eyes roaming along your figure.

You take a deep breath, clearing yourself of a discomfort you barely realized had been smothering your chest. “I don’t know. That’s what’s terrifying” you admit. He hums in agreement, nodding. “But maybe I’m gonna apologize to a certain pilot I pushed away first” you grin, glancing at him, meeting his eyes that crinkle in the corners as he smiles. “I wanted to apologize earlier. Before they snatched you away to worship you for your feats” you tease.

He scoffs. “Sorry. Busy man as you said”

“Yeah” you exhale, taking a sip of your drink. You lick the liquid off your lips, before looking back at Poe. “I was too harsh on you. I didn’t mean to hurt you” 

He gives you a single nod and a forgiving smile. “I know. We don’t have to talk about that”

You shrug softly, averting your gaze from him again. All those people cheering and laughing and kissing could have been you and Poe instead of that slightly awkward tension between you, in a parallel reality where you hadn’t pushed your pride to the first plan, leaving your feelings behind. 

You glance at him, at the way his brown eyes catch the warm glow of the lanterns. “I wanted to kiss you again” you admit, in a faint murmur. “When we came back winning.”

Your gaze falls to your lap, your fingers drumming against your glass as you feel the weight of Poe’s gaze over you, attentive to your every word. “But I didn’t want you to think I was playing with your feelings and being cruel again, just the way I was in the observation post”

Poe’s gaze softens, his hand closing as he tries to keep himself from reaching for you again. He nods in understanding, unsure how to go on from this admission. 

“It’s not about cruelty,” he mutters, still looking at you. “It hurt because I knew you were scared. And I didn’t know how to make you not be.”

Your heart tightens inside your ribcage, your eyes briefly closing at his words. You nod, having to admit he is probably right. Scared of losing any more people you love, for the cause that has already taken so much from you.

Scared of losing him when your feelings already weighed enough on you.

“Hey,” he calls, tearing you out of your knot of blooming thoughts, nudging your knee with his own. “That’s why we’re here tonight. Because we made it” he nods. “We're all supposed to be less scared now, to enjoy the celebration and to properly take time to process our griefs.”

A faint smile grows over his face when you rest your head against his shoulder. You try to ignore the tears threatening your eyes.

“So things are supposed to be quieter now, right?” you question quietly, feeling his arm wrap around your back.

He hums in reflection. “There’s still a lot to do but, yeah, supposedly”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Always”

You let out a small, vulnerable sigh. “I never thought this day would actually happen. It was just a distant vision” you confess. “And now that it’s here I don’t know what to do”

He slightly tilts his head, glancing at you without dislodging your head from his shoulder. “You’ve never fantasized about what your life would be like after the war?”

You stay quiet for a bit, thinking about it. “Not really. Not seriously. Mostly because it didn’t really feel like this day would come, and now everyone knows what they want for themselves and I feel completely lost”

He nods. “You don't have to figure it all out now. The Resistance still has lots to sort out” he affirms, his thumb idly caressing your arm. “But you can think about it differently. You have every option now. You can start again” You pull your head away from his shoulder, considering this point of view as you grab your drink to finish it. You hum softly, rubbing your eyes when you let go of your drink, trying to chase the lingering doubts away.

“Come on, we should join the others” he clutches your shoulder before standing up. “And you need a refill”

You nod, looking back at your empty glass, propping yourself onto your feet. “Poe, wait” he turns back to you, an expectant curiosity painted over his face, watching as you step closer to him. 

“If you asked me out again,” you say, a playful smirk forming on your lips. “I’d say yes. It’d be part of my new life”

His grin widens as he fully turns to you. “Oh yeah?” he asks, an eyebrow raised and a teasing edge to his voice. 

His eyes roam over your face, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you nod. “Yeah”

He steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his hand brushes yours before he holds it again, this time more deliberately and more confidently. “You should have. Kissed me” he murmurs as your gaze darts to your linked hands then back to him, unable to repress the smile growing onto your face.

“I know,” you chuckle, watching him let his fingers intertwine with yours when you don’t pull away, his touch firm, grounding you with a peacefulness you haven’t felt in what seems to be ages. “But who says it's too late?”

“If I was that petty, I would” he grins, a teasing glint in his eyes, but the warmth in them conveys the playfulness of his words. 

You lean in to kiss him before either of you can overthink it, your free hand instinctively grabbing at the back of his neck like he can somehow still slip away from you, your fingers burying in his mass of hair damp from the heavy atmosphere.

His hand slides out of yours to cup your face and the kiss lingers, warm and unhurried, neither of you caring about the laughter and music of the celebration in the background. When you finally pull back, your foreheads touch, and you see the playful grin on his face that makes your chest ache with fondness. “Took you long enough” he teases.

“You’re so desperate” you shoot back, your tone lacking any real bite, significantly softened by the smile that refuses to leave your face. 

“You were hard to get.”

“Alright, okay” you scoff, your hand sliding to rest against his torso, adjusting the collar of his shirt on the way. 

The teasing slowly fades from his face, his hand reaching up to cover yours over the rise and fall of his torso, gently closing around your fingers

“I’ll make time for you.” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Between work, flying, building everything we’ve lost and our lives again… I’ll make time for us. I promise”

You find yourself nodding, swallowing his every word, blindly trusting him; because if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that Poe Dameron never makes empty promises.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, and for the first time in what feels forever, moving forward doesn’t seem as terrifying.

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This is lovely 🥰🥰 Bucky + one of my fave’s Christmas songs?? It’s like you are reading my mind and I love it! ❤️✨

Baby Please Come Home

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: my first submission for Yvette @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fiction Challenge: Winter / Xmas and I'm so excited to get back into writing world! My song was Christmas (Baby please come home) by Darlene Love and this was the result. Think I went a bit overboard with 107 words but hey, you'll forgive me! Enjoy!

The radio was on and while a festive song was filling the room, you were fixing the last decorations.

Only the Christmas's tree lights and a few candles illuminated the room.

You lighted the last one, sighing. With Christmas right behind the corner you wished Bucky was home, but he had been called on a last minute mission.

Nonetheless, a smile graced your lips: you did a splendid job.

Snow started to fall heavier outside and just when the song changed on the radio, a low chuckle reached your ears. "Is this all for me or…?"

A gasp and a big smile. You turned. "Baby you're home!"

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Do you still write for Leto Atreides?

Hi!! I’m kind of in a break from writing, but feel free to send in the idea you have and I’ll give it a try!! Might be the perfect reason to do it again 😊

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JOE KEERY as Steve Harrington in STRANGER THINGS 4 S04E09 | “The Piggyback”

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Are you ready to scream over Gladiator II together? xoxo

MARIE HI!!!! OMG!!!!

This ask is been here for ages I’m so sorry I’m a terrible person. But YES. I am ready to scream about it at any point of the day really.

Fun fact: my dad and I both want to go watch it once it comes in theaters, both of us for completely different reasons - he loves action movies, I love Paul Mescal.

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Feel free to scream at me about Rhysand and the Bat Boys. The series has me in a chokehold

There’s not a second in my day now where I’m not thinking about this series. It has consumed every thought.

Also… Cassian????? Hello???? I would like one of those too please and thank you.

(And sorry for taking so long to answer I rarely come in here anymore)

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Not me popping in here every thousand years to say something about Rhysand.

Not even sorry, I just find it funny.

I’m about to finish ACOWAR and besties I am not ready.

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Just finished watching Emily in Paris and the only thing I could think about for the last couple of episodes is that Marcello looks A LOT like how I picture Rhysand in my mind.

Like….

I’m sorry but that’s my High Lord of the Night Court.

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Have I been gone for ages? Yes.

Am I back because I need to scream somewhere about Rhysand? ALSO YES.

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PAUL MESCAL Gladiator II (2024)

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A hug made of words? 🥺🥺 this is literally my favorite comment ever received, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️I’m so glad you got to feel like that with my writing, making someone feel good is always my goal.

Thank you again for your lovely words, for reading and for sharing!

Adore you

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: Requested by @dameronshandholder 💖 thank you so much for sending one in! This one ended up being 700 words of Poe being a sweetheart (and tbh exactly what I need rn). I hope you enjoy this warm Poe hug 😊

@flufftober - Day 4 Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 763

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If there was something Poe truly admired about you, it was your quiet dedication. You always knew just what to say and when to say it, your words carrying an intelligent and thoughtful touch. Even during missions, your first instinct was to praise your team and share the credit with them. "I don't need anyone kissing the ground I walk on," you had once remarked, prompting a playful roll of Poe's eyes. He respects your work, applauds it every time he can, but sometimes he wishes you would let others see how hard you worked.

Poe's wish came true when you returned from a week-long mission, one that had started with you sifting through intel at your desk and eventually leading your squad to investigate a supposed First Order station. Your departure had been a quick, hidden kiss behind crates, but your return was met with cheers and applause. 

He sees you come back victorious, like a bounty hunter who was about to get their life's worth in credits. The word had spread quickly, and soon not only the general, but most of the base went up to you. He sees you from afar, not able to contain the proud smile that begins to form on his face and the warmth in his chest that creeps up when he sees the praise you are receiving from everyone. With everyone clapping and cheering your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling and laughing; your mother goes up to hug you and whispers something in your ear that Poe can only guess is a confirmation of how proud she is of you, your own squad pushing you to receive the recognition you deserve. He could spend all day every day hearing all the wonderful things about you that you are getting from everyone, just to make you see that everything he sees in you is true.

From his spot far away from the crowd, Poe can see the sudden flicker of your eyes among the multitude that surrounds you, your search for him evident in his eyes, to which he can’t help but chuckle. You find him as if you had heard him, your cheeks immediately heating up from the way he’s looking at you alone, welcoming and shining, ignoring every rule of discretion you may have set before. If it were for you, you would ignore everyone else and run towards him, wrap your arms around him, and let yourself melt in the sweet nothings you knew he was saving for your ears only. 

When the crowd finally dissipates he’s still standing there, the same glorious smile on his face waiting for you when you finally go up to him.

"Lieutenant," Poe greeted you with a nod, his smile revealing the depth of his feelings.

"Commander," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. "All of this attention feels a bit much." You did your best to remain professional in your words, knowing people could still be around, but deep inside, you yearned for Poe to whisk you away to his quarters and let you forget about the mission entirely.

“Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, what you did was amazing. You deserve every praise, and every cheer, and every hug everyone wants to give to you.” Poe declared, his hands gently caressing your shoulders with subtle motions to keep your focus on him. "I'm so glad that everyone can now see what I see. That you see what I see."

“Thanks, Poe.” Your words choke on your throat. You didn’t expect to get emotional, but the way he speaks makes tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes, his kind and beautiful eyes only emphasizing every word he says. 

"I'm incredibly proud of you," Poe continued, his eyes looking around to ensure privacy before brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "Always."

“Maker, I must be exhausted.” You chuckle as you justify your emotions, sniffing and wiping away your tears. “And I missed you, so damn much, which is probably why I’m getting so emotional.”

“I missed you too.” Poe joins your laughter and hugs you close to his chest, rocking you side to side softly. In the middle of his tight embrace, you can hear him whispering one more “I’m proud of you” against the top of your head where he seals the words with a lingering press of his lips.

Reluctantly, you pulled apart, but your hands lingered, promising a reunion after your mission debrief with the General. At that moment, you both knew that the sweetest reward awaited in each other's arms.

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[dailyreverie]

Thank you for the tag @nowritingonthewall 💗

Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ and post the first 10 songs!

(I only listen to like 3 different artists so I’m sorry about the lack of diversity on this post)

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1. Music for a sushi restaurant - Harry Styles

2. That’s where I am - Maggie Roger’s

3. Houdini - Dua Lipa

4. Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

5. Satellite - Harry Styles

6. On a night like tonight - Niall Horan

7. About you - The 1975

8. Karma - Taylor Swift

9. Must be love - Niall Horan

10. bye - Ariana Grande

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I feel like everyone already did this so I’m gonna skip the tags on this one 😂 If anyone wants to do it, please join!

[dailyreverie]

Hi!! I love love love reading your work, and I’m do glad your blog exists! I also wanted to ask if you happen to take fic requests? Totally fine and I understand if you don’t 🤗

Hiii!! This just made my night so so much better 🥰

As you can probably see, I haven’t written in a while so your request might take a while. I’d be more than happy to receive it and give it a go though!!