#Poe dameron x female oc

[ivystoryweaver]

The Only One

Episode 8

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Summary: Your deepest, darkest secret is out. How will you handle this new attention? Who can get through to you? (I bet you can guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: nothing too intense - self-doubt, mild angst, slight injuries

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Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair. He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.

Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration. Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.

And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.

As the Millennium Falcon raced to its safe destination, Poe gripped your hand tightly, through the slightest opening in the storage bay where you had hid yourself.

His thumb gently stroked yours, back and forth, steadily, reminding you to breathe in time with his ministrations.

In...out...in...and out.

"That's my girl," he would encouragingly whisper at various intervals, calmly caressing and encouraging you to breathe through each hiccup and gasp.

It was a miracle he'd got you this far. He thought he'd never get you onto this ship and off that forsaken salty rock called Crait.

Previously...

The ragtag remnant of the Resistance momentarily stopped, stunned by the vision of your dark wingspan and bits of rock circling your body.

Poe winced at the tiny scrapes littering his arms, where you had inadvertently flung gravel outward using the Force - his bare forearms the only shield for his face.

Everything that could be going wrong for a person like you was now careening off a cliff into utter disaster.

Your secret made itself known to everyone. Both secrets: the fact that you could wield the Force and the fact that you possessed demon wings.

Worse, everyone was staring at you, disbelievingly.

Worse still, there was no time for this. Kylo Ren and the First Order were surely mere minutes behind you all, following you through the hidden Rebel base in the mine.

Poe could hardly think of which fire to put out first, but he had to do something, before you panicked. You could not afford to have a panic attack right now - not with uncontrolled power such as yours. It would surely draw the wrong kind of attention - acting as a beacon for the First Order, impeding escape.

The Resistance would be finished once and for all, if you were found.

He started with your name, softly.

Your lip trembled at the sound of his voice.

Since the moment you sent rocks flying outward, you had yet to open your eyes.

"Ells," he repeated, with more urgency. "It's me. Can-can I touch your hand? Is that okay?"

Your chest heaved as reality began to take hold.

Poe ordered everyone onto the ship, hoping to disperse the crowd. Finn took notice and repeated Poe's command - the two of them realizing that Rey and Leia were sharing some sort of moment.

Something was wrong. Something greater than your display of power. You felt it too because your eyes snapped open.

"Oh no," you whispered, unable to understand that it was Master Skywalker's death rippling through the Force.

Thankfully, most everyone had boarded the Millennium Falcon by now, leaving Poe to reason with you. He nodded for Finn to join his comrades, and after concerned glances toward both you and Rey, he complied.

"Ells?" Poe repeated, reaching out for your hand. "It's just me. You okay? We have to get out of here. We have to board the ship."

Your eyes searched for Leia's. She met your gaze over Rey's shoulder during their embrace. You felt something in the Force - something painful, but you weren't strong enough to discern anything further - oblivious to the fact that Leia had just lost her twin brother.

It was then that you realized that Leia and Poe could now both see you for the demon you truly were, which made you automatically withdraw from Poe's reach.

"Come on, sweetheart," Poe coaxed, his dark eyebrows arched pleadingly. "Let's get you out of here - somewhere safe. Come on, I've got you. Just take my hand."

"No," you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. The metaphorical weight of hiding your true self combined with the literal weight of your newly unfurled wings felt like a millstone pulling you to the bottom of the deepest ocean.

Poe lowered his hand. "Come on, Ells. I won't touch you. I won't let anyone bother you. Let's go - we have to go."

You backed away, shaking your head vehemently. "No. Leave me. I'm...like them. I'm...wrong."

Poe did grip your hand then, commandingly, taking a gamble that you wouldn't freak out. That the foundation you'd built together as friends - as...hopefully more, would anchor you here - just long enough to get you on the ship.

"There's nothing wrong with you. And I'm not leaving you here," he fiercely proclaimed, trapping your hand in both of his and pulling it to his chest, urging you forward a stumbling step or two.

"No, Poe, I-I'll hurt you," you protested, breathlessly, although your body complied. "I did hurt you, like they did - like they tortured you - "

Poe squeezed your hand, touching his forehead to yours. "You're going to have to tear my arm off to keep me here. I'm not letting go, do you understand?"

Your breath trembled as you started to cry, but Poe forged ahead, appealing to your dutiful side. You seemed to take pride in following orders, performing your duties admirably. You weren't one for public accolades but a little one on one encouragement typically caused you to beam with pride.

"Get on the ship with me," he softly commanded, his breath ghosting your cheek. "That's an order."

You were nodding before you could think to protest. Something in you longed to please him - to be of use in the Resistance, even now.

Poe all but dragged you up the ramp of the Millennium Falcon - his heart shattering as you struggled to move naturally with your new wingspan - going so far as to bump one of them, causing you to hiss in pain...

...before your breath caught in your chest as you realized all over again that everyone could see the real you.

And they did stare.

"As you were," Poe ordered, waving them off. "Get to work." And he never let go of you until you were as far away from prying eyes as this crowded ship could afford.

...which is where you found yourself now, stowed in a small cargo bay with Poe's hold on your hand tender yet possessive.

His mind raced with fear -with terror, even, at how close or far behind the First Order loomed...if the remaining Resistance had even escaped unseen.

Despite many capable pilots, he yearned to be in the cockpit, in charge, or at least assisting the Jedi Rey. Which reminded him that something seemed dreadfully wrong between Rey and Leia. Poe shuddered to think of what had become of Master Skywalker.

But his duty right now was here, with you.

If he could keep you calm and breathing - if you could only make it to a safe destination - then he could help you. He could help everyone, after failing so utterly before.

But if you lashed out again, with your power - the consequences for everyone on board could be grave.

So he told you the same things over and over - to breathe, that you were safe, that everyone was safe, and the plan. Routine and reality were key for you. So he gave you everything safe and normal he could.

The Millennium Falcon touched down at a port off the beaten path, discreet, and free from First Order control. The plan was simply to refuel and gather any available supplies, including food, extra transports, fighters, ships or weapons.

Nearly every Resistance fighter dispersed as quickly and inconspicuously as possible to make this happen. Naturally, a small crew remained with the Falcon, making necessary repairs, refueling and guarding their only remaining transport.

This included the young Jedi Rey, who had grown rather attached to the ship, and, naturally, Chewbacca.

Poe found the two of you left mercifully alone for the moment. Your grip on his hand tightened to the point of pain and your eyes remained squeezed shut, as if you could keep the real world from invading your safe bubble.

"Elia...we're here. It's just you and me, okay?" Poe covered your joined hands with his free hand for good measure. "You're safe here. Say it."

Exhaling shakily, you nodded once. "I-I'm safe."

"That's right, sweetheart," he soothed, pulling your joined hands to the warmth of his chest. "We're safe, but we have to get some supplies. That's our mission. You're with me, okay? You report directly to me. Can you do that?"

"I...I can't hurt anyone," you gasped. "Need to stay right here." Fresh tears spilled out of your eyes at the pain surging through your cramped wings. You felt as safe as possible here, enclosed, with Poe to quietly reassure you, but the space was too small, in reality, for your...new body.

Poe blew out a tense breath, hoping like hell he was treating you in the way you needed - how you deserved. "I can let you stay here if you want, but first I need to know if you're hurt. I want you to tell me the truth."

You rocked back and forth a bit, trying to focus on the sound of his voice and the steady warmth of his hand - your touchstone.

Shit...Poe felt like he was losing you. Okay, new approach.

"Elia, tell me the supply list. We need to get it, but...I want make sure I don't forget anything. Tell me what's on the list," he gently directed, knowing you had that thing memorized top-to-bottom, inside-out. You could recite a great many lists and procedures verbatim, much to the slight annoyance of some of your colleagues.

But it was damn handy in a situation like this.

You answered immediately, opening your eyes and swiping at your tears with your free hand.

"Uhh...it-it's medkit, blasters, knives, rations, nav kit, thermal blanket, hooks, glowrods, stimpills..." You rattled off survival items, as well as supplies needed to restock, refuel and get to the next safe destination. By the time you finished, Poe was smiling tenderly at you, nodding encouragingly.

And by then, you were looking at him too. But, since eye contact was nearly impossible for you, your gaze wandered down to the scrapes and cuts on his forearms - the wounds caused by you.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered disbelievingly. "I'm the last person who should hurt you, Poe. You're my best friend."

"You're mine too," he soothed, reaching to trace the shape of your jaw, guiding your obsessive stare away from his cuts and back to his face. "You're hurt too. We need each other."

Your eyes darted away from his but you didn't flinch from his touch.

"I need you out there with me, Ells. Will you help me?"

Chancing a peek at his earth colored eyes, you felt, for a moment, as if he saw you - just you. Not your wings. Not your secrets, exposed, nor the danger you posed.

"I can get the supplies," you answered simply, allowing him to help you climb out of your hiding spot. Your wings provided a bit of a struggle, but Poe caught you by both arms as you stumbled into his.

As soon as you were steady, however, he backed away. "Sorry - you okay?"

You nodded, physically deflating as his eyes raked over the expanse of your wings. "Don't look at me," you uttered, all your fears exposed - a raw nerve.

Poe lowered his gaze, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, you're just...you're beautiful."

"I'm not. I'm...not. I'm dangerous. I'm a demon. But I'm not that."

Smiling wistfully to himself, Poe remembered back to your first date. "You are to me, Ells."

He noticed how you automatically reached for your backpack straps - your soothing motion, but...your backpack was destroyed, leaving your hands empty and your lip trembling.

Poe surged forward, sliding his fingers through yours, inviting you, with a tender caress to weave your worries into his skin - to push and pull and tug until you felt grounded and safe. He showed you what to do, twisting his fingers around yours, dragging his fingertips up, and back down - the motion he'd memorized as you fiddled with your straps a thousand times before.

A thousand times he wished it was him you would touch - him you would trust and depend on.

"I've got you." His breath brushed your forehead as he drew your intertwined fingers, pulling you as close as he'd ever dared.

Your eyes drifted closed once more, but this time, in relief, instead of an attempt to anchor yourself. Pushing your fingers in and out of his strong hands, around, in the same pattern memorized by your fidgeting digits - Poe's touch familiar - his smooth skin like the frayed straps, contrasting the calloused hands of a warrior, stalwart in their support of the Resistance...and of you.

And for the first time, wings and all, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed your body against his.

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[fantasyqueen502]

Kiss of Life

Author's note: A scenario I thought up of our favorite pilot and my OC Kit. I had a lot of fun writing it. May make it a series out of this drabble. I don't know.

Rated: PG-13

The war was over.

Every member big and small of the rebel alliance was awarded with medals of valor in a grand ball. 

“Great speech General.” Finn laughs shoving his bestfriend’s arm mid sip causing him to dribble down his chin. “Grade A General Dameron.” 

He glares, but the smile couldn’t help, but make an appearance.

“Children. I’m cursed to play mother.” Ray states scolding and joking, but mostly scolding at the two full grown man. 

“I don’t know?” Finn wonders sauntering around her. She stifles a shriek as he snatches her waist holding her close. “We can play later, mommy.” he smiles, speaking lowly making Ray snicker, but punching his chest. Not full strength, but enough to get her message across. 

“My ears, my ears are bleeding!” Poe shouts dramatically covering his ears “La, la, la, la, naughty talk, Poe no like naughty talk.” he continues in a childlike voice. 

“You’re one to talk.” Finn counters. 

“Yes, talk. I talk nicely and gently for I am always a gentleman.” he states purring over the words gentle and gentleman. 

“ Po---I mean General Dameron, sir?” the address sounded more like a question of a statement unsure of the proper title in a social gathering. 

The trio turn towards the voice Poe the last to do so turning his head to peek over his shoulder at a Felis, an endangered species 200 recorded in the entire galaxy thanks to the First Order through genicide and or enslavement. Red orange eyes and healing cut along her widows peak. 

“BB, alert medical!” He instructs hopping a quarter of the way on one leg loosing the laces on his right boot swiping and doing the same to his left. Kicking them off leaping into the water towards a sinking X-wing. Routine evasive maneuvers.

Bad things seem to happen to the veterans outside of battle and war.

Through the merky blue pressing his palm to the wind screen finding the entire left window broken. He flinches feeling something trace his jaw gaping it recognizing the orange of the flight suit and four fingered hand. Following the arm finding her body still buckled in. Bubbles erupted from his mouth, swallowing the urge to inhale.

Breaking the surface grunting to lift her head above water. Mohawk of fire red hair mopped over her face he almost looked over the obvious open wound on her widows peak lines of blood with her black markings he wasn’t sure were from birth or ink. Pulling her body onto shore. Gasping for breath he goes into rescue mode. Feeling for a pulse snapping her fingers in her ears not seeing them flinch. 

He begins chest compressions pinching her nose giving three breaths going back to chest compressions. After four, five rounds her body spasms spitting up pond water. He helps her up by patting her back as she breathed. 

“Cadet Kit” he nods.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude, Miss Ray, Mr. Finn.'' she bows her head in respect. She stood pencil straight dawning a deep v cut neckline black dress that changes hues to red in certain lights. Duel tails flicked from side to side. 

“Don’t be.” Rey waves off giving a gentle smile. “We’ll catch up later, Poe.” she excused, taking an unsuspecting Finn by the arm. 

“General Dam---”

“No need for formalities, Kit. Come have a drink.” he gestures to the empty seats at his sides.

She sighs taking a seat smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress reaching back to preen her impressive mohawk that ran down her spine mid back for all to see thanks to the open back dress. 

The bartender approached. 

“Ummm…” red orange eyes darting over the wall of bottles. “...just a star lyte.” She orders meekly. Shortly a tall glass of bubbly starting from yellow to a clear. 

“Is everything alright since…” he trails off not wanting to tear out wounds, but genuinely wanting to know a cadet under his watch is ‘well’. 

 

“No.” She assures. “I mean yes…everything is fine. I've been evaluated and tested and given the green light to return to work.” 

“I'm waiting for a but.” Poe speaks his mind. 

“I don't want anything from you, I'm not blaming or-or pressuring you, because you didn't know, I mean how could you know.” she rattles off sporadically. 

“Kit, Kit, Kit.” He calls. Catching one of her flailing arms. She’s breathing hard guiding her hand to the bar tenderly rubbing his thumb along her hand. 

“I'm pregnant.” She sighs. 

“Congratulations?” He trails off in confusion from such a display having any connection to him. 

“It's yours.” She quickly adds ears drawn back anticipating an outburst. 

“You're joking.” He laughs

“No.” 

“You are.” 

“No.” 

“We've never…” he gulps deep in thought going through his list of intimate partners over the past few months. “...we never…” he states, but isn’t even unsure of himself. 

“No, we've never…did that, but that's not required for me.” 

“How then…” 

“When…when you kissed me---I know it wasn't a kiss.” She cuts in. “But that is how my…” she wills herself to continue. “That is how my kind conceives.” She states as if the very words pained her. “Any form of dna substance in organisms.” 

Poe stares at her. Unblinking brows furrowed she could hear the gears in his mind working overtime. When his unblinking stare became unbearable she opens her mouth, but he turns he head breathing in deeply covering his face with his hands. 

“I've already filed a request a transfer so you don't have to---” 

“Wait transfer. Wait---stop, stop, stop..” he shakes his head turning his body toward her. “...why would I want you to transfer?” 

“It's unprofessional and irresponsible to continue working together…” 

“Says who?” He asks. 

She scolds a ping of warmth in her heart at his rebellious ‘fuck the rules attitude’.

“You are my superior. Any promotion or demotion will be scrutinized.”  

“I would never---”

“I know.” she coos. “But on the outside what will it look like?” She reasons. 

“I assume you're keeping…” he could finish his thought. 

He? She? It? Them? Everything was just moving so fast. 

She nods. “You don't have to feel obligated, I'm fully prepared to do all of this on my own.” 

“I want to be a part of this. My mom would haunt me and beat me senseless if I didn't man up and take some responsibility.” 

She laughs at that. 

“Did you get a scan or is that---is it too early.” he asks. 

“Can't really tell anything yet. Just that little colo is there.” 

Scooting closer touching shoulders. Tapping her wrist band, projecting an image on the bar top. 

“Colo?” He recites. 

“It's stupid. It's just…looks like little Colo claw fish egg.” 

Taping the still image plays. A small blob in a sea of static. Rotating it to show small darker spots within flickering rhythmically. 

A heartbeat. 

[galacticwildfire]

Keep an eye out for Hope, a Star Wars story.

Hope Solo/Skywalker, daughter of Han and Leia. Born 11 ABY. Jedi. Resistance fighter. Eventual Captain of the Millennium Falcon. Lover of Poe Dameron.

I’ll be dropping the first few chapters at once on Wattpad/ao3 soon. I posted a version of it a few years ago here and have since deleted it and been rewriting it. It’s more oc driven than any of my other stories and the romance with Poe won’t happen until a bit later since it starts when she’s sixteen with the revelation about Vader being Leia’s father and Ben’s fall to the dark side and then will time jump to when she’s twenty around the time Poe joins the Resistance in 31 ABY.

Not sure if I’ll be posting it here since tumblr doesn’t like oc’s but I’ll post some excerpts as I write and if there’s interest I’ll upload it here.

First few chapters will cover the book Bloodline and then jump to the start of the Poe Dameron comics and loosely follow that and some other canon media’s until the Force Awakens with a couple of time jumps in between with plenty of exploits with R2 in true Skywalker fashion. It will be slightly dual pov with most from Hope’s pov and the occasional one from Poe’s, and maybe one or two from Leia’s.

I’ve been writing this since probably 2019 and have that many drafts but could never decide what direction I wanted to go in but it’s always been my favourite to write because of how much I love the Skywalker family and I’m excited for this one. Especially since they’re bringing Daisy back and Oscar Isaac is open to returning so now there’s so many possibilities.

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Somehow

Poe Dameron x Reader

"Somehow, Palpatine returned." everyone was shocked, people started mumbling amongst themselves.

And you, you started laughing. Everyone looked at you in pure shock.

"Somehow." you repeated Poe as you nearly fell over. "What is even that?! 'Somehow, Palpatine returned.'" You imitated Poe, and now people around you also started to giggle a little. "Then somehow we are going to kill him so he won't come back again, somehow." you said as you laughed, many others joined you.

Poe should have been fuming, but he soon realized that your laughing helped others calm down.

Once your laughing stopped and you returned to your chambers you still couldn't help but giggle from time to time.

You were getting ready to sleep when the door behind you hissed open. BB-8 happily beeped as he entered the room, Poe followed him closely.

"Looks like, somehow you were able to find our room!" you could barely get the sentence out as it is, because of your laughing.

"Very funny."

"How could you say that?!" you were now holding your stomach.

"It's the truth! We don't know what happened! So, SOMEHOW, he is back." and you laughed again. Poe rolled his eyes but soon found himself smiling along with you. "And somehow, I love you even now..." he said and you looked at him.

"Well, there is no mystery in that." you opened your arms, expecting him to come hug you but he didn't move, instead he crossed his arms.

"No hugs for you, you laughed at me in front of everyone." you pouted and turned to BB-8.

"And you know little one, somehow, Mr Dameron went on for months without sex."

"You can't do that!" said Poe uncrossing his arms as he looked at you in disbelief.

"Somehow, I can." you grinned at him as he charged for you, grabbing you as you turned in his arms, giggling as he leaned in to bite your ear.

"When did my Wife start to disrespect me?!"

"When you blew up my favourite ship!"

"And somehow, you still said yes when I asked you to marry me."

"I did. Because somehow, I love you!"

"Enough already." he turned you around in his arms and kissed you.

Once he pulled back, he put his forehead against yours.

"I know this fight is not going to be easy. But I know we can win. And once we do, we can get that house you always wanted." you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke.

"Then, finally, we will be able to start our family." he said as you kissed his lips once more.

Oh, just how much you loved this man.

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Can I ask for prompts 7 &/or 4 with Poe Dameron? Love your writing! 🥰

Glimmer of Hope (Poe Dameron x reader)

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Prompts: “The hand behind their nape when they are embarrassed.” and “Almost kissing but someone walks in 0_0.”

Warnings: Allusion to injury

A/N: Oh my god thank you for the ask and the sweet comment, my heart <333 I haven’t written for Poe in so long, my beautiful rebellious husband, I hope you like this, it's just pure fluffy goodness xxx

Word Count: 3.1k

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At times of chaos, a little bit of happiness seems to drive everyone away from their troubles. When there was an announcement of an engagement at the cantina on one particularly glum day, things started to take a turn for the better. There were a lot of tears, all tears of joy as the glimmer of happiness sparked a whole lot of peace in people’s minds. 

You grinned at the happy couple, one a member of the red squadron and the other a tech at the operating base, who also happens to be your best friend, Kamira. They looked so elated and their happiness was clearly contagious. You congratulated the couple, kissing your best friend’s forehead and bringing her in for a hug

“Be my maid of honour,” she whispered through her tears and you nod without a second of hesitation. 

It took you a while to gather yourself but you were determined to make this the best wedding ever, to make it the best glimmer of hope the resistance has ever seen. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were now trudging around a busy market place, searching for the final accessories you were adding to Kamira’s bridal headdress, a small  astromech droid rolling at your heels telling you to hurry up.

“Yes, BB, I won’t be long. Go on, go bother your dad.” you said, turning to chastise the irritated droid. 

It was then when you realised that the man in question was not behind you. You stopped and looked around, frowning when you couldn’t catch the unruly mop of curls or sharp stunning brown eyes

“Wher- Bebs, where’s your dad?” you knelt down to pat his round head. BB-8 made a sound that sounded something like “ Don’t care, am mad.” and you rolled your eyes at the droid.

“He can be mad all he likes, I’m not buying him new fittings until he learns how to behave himself.” a soothing masculine voice with a hint of authoritativeness cuts through the buzzing sounds of the market making you smile.

You gathered your face into a frown before turning to face him.

“You went into a whole lecture about me running off too far when you can waltz off wherever you want and whenever you want?” you poked the man’s chest as he stared you down with a smirk on his handsome face.

“You hadn’t even noticed how long I’ve been missing.” He raised his eyebrows indignantly at you and you couldn’t help the smile at creeped up onto your face.

“Oh shut up, Poe, here, hold these bags.” you shoved your things into his arms and walked away before he could catch anything else from the expression on your face.

Your friendship with the Black Leader had been a unrequired one. You had been working late one night, deep in focus when an X-Wing swooped into the base and landed slightly clumsily. You squinted into the darkness and quickly ran towards the ship when no one came out of it. You pried the foggy glass covering the cockpit open and you were shocked to find Poe Dameron semi-conscious and on the verge of death. 

You had pulled him out with all of your strength, hulling the 80 kg pilot onto one of your trolley’s and pushing him to the med bay, screaming for help. You hadn’t heard from him for about two weeks when suddenly one of your favourite droids, an orange and white astromech, delivered a little message for you from Poe. You both got along amazingly and now here the pilot was, helping you search for wedding preparation things. 

You watched as Poe adjusted the large bag of items on his shoulder as he bargained with a seller. You couldn’t deny that he was a beautiful man to look at. His sweet mannerisms and innocent eyes meant that he could easily get his way at times but you allowed it. The setting suns created a beautiful glow that complimented Poe’s tan skin and brown eyes, turning them into caramel orbs that sparkled like gems at a distance. Poe turned to you with a triumphant smile, indicating that he had won the bargain as the shopkeeper mumbled something and stuffed the things into another bag. 

“Come on, it's getting late, we should get some rest.” Poe’s voice cuts through your thoughts and the both of you walk towards a nearby inn.

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“What do you mean one room?” Poe runs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath.

“We’re all booked up unfortunately,” said the bored receptionist.

“It's alright Poe, we’ll adjust, we’ll take the room sir.” you said, hooking your arm around Poe and grabbing the key that was set out in front of him giving the receptionist a forced smile. 

Whatever negatives Poe and you thought about the room had been magnified to tenfold when you unlocked the door. The floor was absolutely filthy and the room was cramped, with a bed that was too big for its space. You turned to Poe who was staring into the room with the same expression you had brewing in your head. You couldn’t help but giggle and pinch his cheek at how blatant his emotions were showing through and he snapped out of it, following you into the room.

BB-8 was camping the night in his little astromech pod on the ship Poe flew you in. That just left you and Poe to find somewhere to crash for the night before heading back to base when the suns arose. You sigh and pull out a few scarfs that you brought with you for comfort, laying it on the bed so that you could have some peace of mind when you sleep. It took you a while to realise that Poe was staring like a lost child. 

“You okay?” you turned to Poe, a worried look on your face. 

“Uhm, yea sure. I’ll take the floor, you can have the bed.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“Don’t be stupid, Poe, you can sleep on the bed with me, I’m not going to throw you off the bed in my sleep.” you chuckled.

Truthfully, you were worried about his back. Ever since that accident, he had been complaining about how bad his back would hurt and nothing seemed to solve it. You didn’t want to be the cause of more of his pain, that might essentially take him away from his true love, flying. You gave him a small smile and head to the refresher to freshen up. 

A few minutes later, there you were, staring face to face with Poe Dameron, casanova of the resistance. You can’t help but think of the many women and men that this man had bedded and you internally smack yourself for thinking up such vulgarity. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep, eventually lulled to unconsciousness by the soft warmth of Poe’s body heat and his soft breathing. 

Poe, on the other hand, was wide awake. His plans of falling asleep in a lone bed were quenched by the bored receptionist and he was now given an opportunity like no other. He knew you were pretending to sleep, so he did too but when your breathing steadied and your eyelids relaxed, Poe laid there and stared at you. He almost never got enough time with you, just to observe you and swim in the feelings that he felt for you. Why would he want to travel to the land of dreams when all he dreamt of was before him?

Now, he pulled himself out of the urge to graze your face with his fingers, to memorise your lips with his. He tucked his hands under the pillow so that they didn’t betray him. Everynight, when he succumbed to the few hours of sleep that he had, he would dream of you. He would see your worried face, the face that you wore when you discovered him at the brink of his death. Your hair was a mess and you had an oil smear on your forehead but Poe thought you were an angel who was going to take him to a better place. 

His hands itched to tuck a stray piece of hair that fell on your face as you soundly slept but he reeled himself back again. Suddenly, with a big sniff, you shifted in your sleep and one of your hands landed directly in front of Poe’s nose. He slowly took in a breath and smelled your soft soap and it was then when all of his urges took over him. Slowly, he extracted one of his hands from under the pillow and traced your hand softly, every line etched painstakingly into his brain as his fingers skimmed them, willing himself to remember every single detail. 

You didn’t rouse from your deep sleep although a small smile graced your face as your pinky twitches gently. Poe sighed, slowly letting his heart leave its cavity and fill the lines on your hands. He hooked his pinky around yours gently and waited with bated breath to see whether you would be jolted awake. Your pinky stopped twitching but your breathing stayed the same and Poe continued to stare at you until his eyes betrayed him, sleep consuming him like a hungry curse.

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You awoke to something warm under your face. It was so soft and smelled like clean skin with a hint of motor oil and leather, giving you a sense of comfort like no other. You nuzzled your nose into the warmth and slowly opened your eyes. All you saw was an arm extending from whatever was under your face and memories of last night flooded back to you. You didn’t move but your eyes met with the sleeping Poe, who was snoring softly, a respectful distance between the two of you, minus the hand that was softly tucked under your cheek. 

The rebellious commander looked ethereal in the morning sun, his curls everywhere, his eyebrows and lips set in a neutral position, giving him an angelic resting face. You resisted the urge to close the gap and feel his soft pouty lips on yours. Your heart pounded as you took the chance you had and softly brushed his curls that were at his forehead. The second your hand came in contact with his forehead, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, and you had to literally pull yourself together and not throw yourself over the sleeping Poe. 

His eyebrows twitched and you resumed your original position, closing your eyes. He slowly woke up and his hand that was under your face gently cupped it as a soft sigh emitted from him, twisting at your insides. Your heart was pounding under your chest and you felt the bed dip slightly as Poe slid out of it and pulled his hand with him.

You only opened your eyes as you heard the door to the refresher close. You silently flung yourself out of bed and did your happy dance as all the receptors of your brain fired at once, your heart pumping adrenaline throughout your body making you feel like a mad woman. The sound of water hitting the floor stopped and you bit your lip, sliding back into bed and pretending you just had woken up when Poe opened the door again.

“We’ll leave for the base after we get some breakfast.” Poe said smiling at you and you nod with a knowing smile, a smile that could only be fueled by the sweet feeling that your commander has fallen for you. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were running now, fabric billowing around you as you ran through the halls, in search of that one door. You found it, keying in the password and letting the door swoosh open before storming inside. Poe turned to look at you, adjusting the buttons to his uniform with a small frown on his face, but the second he properly took a look at you his mouth dropped into a soft smile. 

“How’s it going, Commander?” you giggle, realising that he had put all his buttons wrongly, setting a small jar aside and reaching for him.

“I look ridiculous.” he mumbled and you laughed, patting his lapel down and pulling him towards his table. 

“You look powerful, trust me.” you say, perching on his table and pushing his shoulders down so that he is seated at the chair. 

You reached out for the jar of mousse and lifted his head up by his chin, so that he was at eye level with you. Without a single word, you started to adjust his curls, twisting each piece so that they fall beautifully. Poe was looking at you with his huge tempting eyes, and you looked past them, not wanting to be distracted. Once you were satisfied with his hair, you grabbed some powder and dabbed it lightly on his face. 

“Ready for your big speech?” you murmured, smoothing down his eyebrows with your fingers and letting your hands trail over the sides of his face, examining him.

He shrugged, making you nod with a grin, knowing that Poe was more of the pep talk kinda person, preferring to steer clear from large structured speeches. You placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him against the chair as your eyes finally met his. They were slightly hooded and he gave you all of his attention, tuning his entire body towards you. You held eye contact, determined not to falter as you started unbuttoning his uniform. You tugged it and righted his buttons, your fingers working slowly and carefully on the intricately ordained uniform. Once you were done, you turned and picked up the mirror behind you, holding it in front of Poe. 

“See you look cute” you smile from behind the mirror.

Poe’s hand came to rest atop of the mirror, slowly pushing it down to reveal your face. His eyes were glittering under the dim lights of his room and he was gazing at you with a new look on his face, one of wonder and amazement. You’d recognize the look on his face, the same face he used when he would blow up a TIE in the sky, his face ablaze in the monitor and a maddening expression that made him look like a scientist who had discovered all he wanted to know. 

“Yea, beautiful.” he whispered softly as his eyes grazed your face. 

He reached his hand out and cupped your cheek, calloused thumb tracing your jawline, making your eyes flutter close and heart quicken instantly. 

“Poe…” you breathed, trying to keep your eyes on him.

“So beautiful…” he was getting closer now and you could see the light dusting of pink across his nose. 

You held onto the mirror between the two of you like it was your lifeline fingers digging into its hard ridges as Poe’s nose brushed against yours softly. Suddenly a loud beep launched the both of you apart and Poe stood up from his place, turning just in time for the door to whoosh open again. 

“Found your data pa- Why are you both looking at me like that?” Finn says, holding up Poe’s data pad. 

You adjusted your expression casually at Finn’s raised eyebrow as Poe coughed and straightened his uniform. 

“Knock next time, damn.” you heard Poe murmur and you purse your lips, keeping in a laugh. 

“Time for the-”

“Right, rehearsal.” Poe said shortly, exiting the room and Finn shot you a look of surprise and followed him a second later, leaving you stunned with your own thoughts. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Poe watched you throughout the ceremony, unable to think of anything else as he watched the way you smiled lovingly at your best friend. Poe found himself replacing the bride and groom with himself and you, his hand coming up to fiddle with his mother’s ring on the necklace around his neck. You would make the most radiant bride, your smile itself would be the highlight of Poe’s day and to be the reason for that smile would be his greatest blessing. 

He got through his speech just fine, his eyes searching for everyone except you, worrying that he would stumble along the way if he looked at you. After the ceremony, he looked around for you, his mind racing at the events of the morning and wondering how it would feel to speak to you again. You weren’t anywhere near the party, and Poe had a good idea where you would be. He ran, the resistance of the wind messing up his curls again and his boots thudding against the floor. 

He stopped when he caught the sight of you, your cape billowing in the wind as you looked over the balcony at the scenery before you. You looked no short of a queen, your posture regal and your head held high. Poe was mesmerised, even more than he ever was when he had the chance to feel your lips against his moments before. He should have said something to you before he left for rehearsal, his heart now punishing him as he stared at you. 

“I know you’re behind me, Poe, I could hear your boots from a mile away.” you said humorlessly without turning around, your voice soft as it carried away in the winds. 

Poe approached you slowly, twisting his fingers slightly and taking his place beside you.

“Why?” Poe knew what you were asking and he quite frankly didn’t need you to say more.

“You saved my life, so it's undoubtedly yours.” He said softly but firmly and you turned to look at him with a shocked expression, your eyes wide, not expecting him to say what he just had said. 

“Oh Poe,” you breathed, grabbing his hand and tugging him close, claiming his lips with yours as you cupped his face with your free hand. 

His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, sighing as his heart gave way completely. He pulled away, but one look at the way your face was flushed made him pull you back for another kiss, one that blazed something so violently inside of him that he found it hard to pull back. Eventually, he rested his forehead against yours as you held onto him, the both of you breathing in each other’s air as your hand rested against his chest, over his heart. 

“I-” you tried to say but Poe softly clamped his hand over your mouth and brought your head down to his shoulder, hugging you tightly. 

In that embrace you felt it, that glimmer of hope, the best one you had ever seen in your time with the resistance.

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[autismsupermusicalassassin]

even though I’m not a Star Wars legends universe fan but this quote:

Just made me think of a female reader or female oc talking to Poe and this …was it

[creamecafe]

songs I believe match well with poe dameron

 • work song - hozier

 • wildest dreams - taylor swift

 • line without a hook - ricky montgomery

 • dandelions - ruth b

 • until i found you - stephen sanchez

 • king of my heart - taylor swift

 • lovers rock - tv girl

 • my dude - litany

 • something that i want - grace potter

 • mrs magic - strawberry guy

 • in luv with u - finn

 • sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

 • apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

 • ophelia - the lumineers

 • budapest - george ezra

 • love me like you do - ellie goulding

 • double take - dhvru

 • atlantis - seafret

 • tek it - cafune

 • this is what falling in love feels like - jyke

 • nothing - bruno major

 • renosance - home

 • sex - eden

[ya9amicide]

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Interstellar (Coming Soon)

Crossover: Star Wars x Marvel/Avengers

Summary: Amalee Starsick was desperate to become a Jedi. After the fall of Luke Skywalker's Temple, her desperation only increased. Fighting alongside the Resistance was the best thing she could do with her time after practically growing up in its center. But when things start to settle down, people start turning into dust and disappearing. Finding strange signatures from another planet in space, she travels to Earth with some companions to figure out what really happened. Coming across some unexpected allies, what's left of the Resistance works with what's left of the Avengers to bring back everyone the universe lost.

pairing: poe dameron x fem!oc

A/N: This story starts with The Force Awakens and will go through each of the SW sequels before moving on to Infinity War/Endgame.

♡ Chapter One (coming soon) ♡

[ivystoryweaver]

The Only One

Episode 9

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Summary: The Resistance relocates to a new base and you mightily struggle with whether to stay or flee. Poe is as wonderful as always and Leia weighs in. Things take a turn

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: self-worth probs, crying, hurt/comfort

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

Poe surged forward, sliding his fingers through yours - twisting his fingers around yours - the motion he'd memorized as you fiddled with your straps a thousand times before.

"I've got you." His breath brushed your forehead as he drew your intertwined fingers, pulling you as close as he'd ever dared.

And for the first time, wings and all, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed your body against his.

Setup and survival kept everyone busy and attention off you...for now.

As always, the Resistance hid out in an old rebel base, so the first priority was triage of the wounded, evaluation of supplies and getting everyone a place to rest, after getting them fed.

Everyone was too busy, at first, to worry about your wings or even your Force-wielding abilities.

Poe found you in a corner, as far away from curious eyes as you could manage with your newfound wings, hovered over a holopad, working your magic as best you could with outdated Rebel equipment.

"Hey there," he greeted, kneeling down beside you.

"Commander," you neutrally returned, keeping your eyes fixed on the task at hand.

"I think it's Captain, actually," he sheepishly replied, scrubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. "The general demoted me right before..." Clearing his throat with a slight sense of embarrassment, he reached for your hand.

You stopped working, eyes cutting over to him. "I'm not calling you Captain. It's ridiculous."

A tired chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Yeah, maybe. You ready to get some rest?"

"No, I have work to do."

He regarded you for a moment, heart burning for you, with everything you'd been through. "All right, Ells. You stay here if you want. But I've gotta sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open."

He stood, watching as you stopped working, body tensing as your eyes darted around you warily. "W-where will you go?"

"Just to sleep. That's it. I won't be far," he reassured you gently, his eyes warm and sympathetic. "Unless...you can come with me."

You were up on your feet and following him in one second flat.

There wasn't much in the way of privacy at this base - not yet, anyway, but Poe had found a closed door to rest behind, grateful that you reached for his hand, linking your fingers through his. He was so worried about you and so very exhausted.

He stumbled into the tiny room, released your hand, sank down in the corner, back pressed against the wall. "You can take the bed."

You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment that you would take Poe's bed. "No...I have work to do. Please, just go to sleep. I'm okay."

He shook his head, but you insisted. "I'm not sleepy yet. I have some reprogramming to do. Come on."

In a relatively short amount of time, Poe had been captured, tortured by Kylo Ren, he blew up Starkiller Base, lost dozens of friends on the bombing squad, got demoted, saw Leia get severely wounded, got repeatedly dressed down by Holdo, watched half the Resistance get blown out of the sky, and then Holdo herself...and now you.

You not only had wings but you appeared to be a powerful Force user. It was all catching up to him, and he fell asleep as soon as he laid his head down.

Once you were able to watch him, unguarded, you set down your holopad and let out a long sigh. "Oh, Poe...you're the last one who should have been demoted. Without you, so much of this would fall apart. I would...fall apart." Your lip trembled as your eyes flooded with tears.

Tentatively reaching out, you brushed a stray curl away from his eye. How could someone so wonderful, so good, have been treated so horribly? As soon as the thought skittered across your mind, however, you withdrew your touch, backing away from him. Your eyes flickered all over his handsome face and you winced, noticing the little nicks and cuts you inflicted upon him, when you flung rocks outward with the Force. His hands and arms bore the same scrapes.

You were like them now. Like the evil people who tortured Poe. You belonged to the darkness, you were certain of it. You were born wrong, possibly the last of your species. And the last person you knew who could tell you anything about your past, died warning you of your dark connection.

You had to leave, because you would only hurt the Resistance if you stayed. You would hurt Poe.

It would probably be best to sneak away while he was asleep. Pushing up onto your feet, you winced as your wing knocked against the wall. Hot tears pricked your eyes as shamed filled your chest, squeezing like a vice. You were a freak. An evil, dangerous demon.

But you would do one thing for Poe before you left. Quietly sneaking out of the door, you located the makeshift med bay and braved the stares and inquiries to try to find some bacta ointment or patches for Poe's wounds.

Unfortunately for you, Leia was there and she spotted you right away, summoning you to her bedside where she was getting checked over.

"General Organa," you gasped, face flaming hot with humiliation over your Force tantrum back on Crait. "I...I didn't mean to bother you, I'll go."

"No, stay," she gently instructed with a gentle smile, dark eyes warm and calming. "I've been worried about you."

Your eyes went wide. "About me?" Your lip trembled as you realized she must be ready to call you out on your dark and dangerous abilities. "I'm sorry, I just came to get some bacta for Poe. He's hurt."

"Poe is hurt?" She asked, sitting up in her bed, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Just some scrapes... I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident." Your breath grew shallow as you felt familiar panic rising in your chest.

"Elia, I want you to breathe," Leia instructed, reaching for your arm with the softest touch. "Just...breathe."

Whatever she was doing worked as the tightness in your chest released.

"You've had quite a day," she sympathetically smiled.

"Me?" You gasped, shaking your head. "General Organa, I'm so sorry...about Master Luke."

She nodded knowingly. "You felt that, didn't you?"

Noticing the instant your panic returned she shook her head once. "Breathe, Elia."

Your eyes drifted closed as you felt an sense of calm and safety wash over you.

"I'll see that you get the bacta you need, but I want you to come and see me tomorrow. Okay?"

You agreed, if only to quickly get back to Poe and figure out a plan for your escape.

Thankfully, Poe was still sound asleep when you returned - tousled curls splayed carelessly yet somehow beautifully as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips. If only you didn't have to be this creature. If only you could really love him.

As gingerly as you could manage, you opened the vial of bacta and, with a featherlight touch, applied it to the cuts you could see, doing everything in your power to not wake him.

Once you finished, you picked up your holopad and tried to plot an escape route. You had to think of how to get away without drawing unwanted attention to the Resistance. If you were caught by the First Order...

You shuddered to think of what they would do to you to get information. But if you stayed here, the darkness in you would surely corrupt everything around you. Easing down onto the floor, you felt your eyes grow heavy.

Hours later, Poe found you there, asleep, your dark wing covering you like a blanket. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he stared at you for an indulgent moment, wondering if he'd ever met anyone as unique as you. He wondered if you'd ever let him in, let him close.

Clearly you had been hiding your wings for a long time, maybe your whole life. No wonder you never took your backpack off. He winced at the thought that it must have physically hurt you to hide them. And the fact that you were a Force user. What else were you hiding?

It took everything in him to refrain from stretching out his fingers to trace the slick texture of your wing.

Soon enough, you shifted and stirred, waking up and struggling to find your way out from under your wing. Your hair still hung loosely around your shoulders. You flinched when you saw Poe staring at you.

"Hey," he breathed, reaching for your arm. "I just woke up. Did you sleep down there all night?"

Straightening up a little, you winced in pain, realizing you must have slept crooked. Your wings seemed to feel awkward and at least a little painful all the time.

"Come up here," Poe coaxed, gently grasping your elbows to pull you onto the bed with him. You eased down beside him, heart thundering inside you as your wing settled over both your shoulder and his.

"I-I'm sorry, I..." You pulled away, not wanting to upset him with this terrifying, demonic part of your body.

"Don't be sorry," he whispered against your cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't...my wings, I - "

"It's okay," he soothed, smiling tenderly as you pushed your fingers through his in the typical, repetitive motion you always did with your backpack straps.

"Your wings don't hurt me, sweetheart," he went on. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

"I'm not," you whimpered, tears spilling over your lashes. "I'm...wrong. The darkness - it's in me. It's part of me."

He nodded, touching his forehead to yours. "Everyone has darkness in them somewhere. And light too. It's balance."

Your eyes drifted closed you finally felt sleepiness dragging you under. Somehow, Poe's presence soothed you, despite the notion that you should try to depart tonight.

Safe in his arms, you slept and slept, more soundly than you could remember. It would be one last memory to take with you as you left the Resistance for good.

You slept so long and so hard that Poe eventually climbed out of bed and got busy helping the Resistance get settled at the new base. Leia met with him, promoted him and put him to work. Poe was all too eager to oblige.

You awoke, sore and confused, but after some breakfast and a quick rinse in the fresher, you felt marginally better. And ready to make a plan for how to get out of here.

As you scurried toward the hangar in search of a ship, you realized how stupid your idea was. You couldn't fly anything, and what Resistance pilot would defect to fly you anywhere? Not only that, but how would you escape Poe's watchful eye?

But it's all you knew to do. You ran when things got too hard. You knew nothing else. With all your heart, however, you wished you weren't made wrong because you wanted to stay. Maybe you should stay and ask for help. General Organa seemed to be understanding with you last night. Perhaps she could help you control your power. Or perhaps she would see you for what you truly were.

"I thought I might find you here."

General Organa's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"General. Good morning," you attempted, your hands fidgeting as you averted your eyes.

"Good afternoon," she pointedly returned, but smiled warmly.

"I-it's good to see you out of the med bay. Are you feeling better?" You politely questioned, unknowingly inching away from her.

Leia reached for your hand in a motion so soothing, you didn't even think to flinch. "I am. Thank you. And what about you, Elia? How are you feeling?"

Unsure of how to answer such a layered question, your head dropped, if only to avoid eye contact.

"Could I ask you a question?" She finally asked, breaking the long moments of silence.

You nodded, so she went on. "Could I ask where you were planning to go?"

Your eyes popped open. She knew? After a few moments, you felt a tears slip down your cheeks. "I don't want to put the Resistance in danger."

Nodding understandingly, she motioned for you to sit down on a crate. You complied and she joined you.

"The way I understand it is - you saved a lot of lives on Crait. A whole transport's worth. Maybe more." She looked at you pointedly. "Isn't that right?"

Fidgeting under her scrutiny, you shrugged. "I don't really understand how it happened. I just didn't want anyone to die."

"Tell me what you did. Or said," she gently coaxed. "It's all right."

"Um, the transport caught fire and...I felt the heat. Then I...I told the fire no. I thought of all the danger and I just said no. I felt it and I concentrated. And I could feel the ship touching down on the planet's surface." You sighed wearily. "Couldn't stop the fire, though, or the explosion."

"And how did you feel?"

"Calm," you answered without really thinking.

"The Force is strong with you. I've told you that before."

"The Force," you slowly repeated. "You mean, the energy flow that you have. And Master Luke. And Rey. The girl who moved the stones. Is she a Jedi? Are you a Jedi? You're not saying I could be a Jedi, are you, because I can't do that - not with my wings, because they hurt me sometimes and because of what I am. So that's not what you mean, is it - "

"Elia," she interrupted your rambling. "If you stay, I'll teach you about the Force. I'll show you how to understand your connection to it."

The ache in your wings and your back matched the ache in your soul. You wanted to be a part of the light more than anything. You wanted to be good like Poe and in control, like Leia.

With nothing left to lose, you decided to try to explain to the general about your past. About how you were the last of your kind, as far as you knew. And how someone ominous explained your species' connection to darkness.

She listened intently, without making you feel uncomfortable. In fact, she had a unique talent for it. You'd never felt more centered around anyone. Poe was like that too, but in a completely different way.

"Do you remember when you were on that mission with Poe, to that swampy planet, and you saved his life?"

Instead of denying it, or rambling or fussing, you slowly nodded.

She smiled softly. "Those are not the actions of someone destructive. You've used what little you understand about the Force to save lives. To heal. You didn't give in to fear, to anger. You're strong."

Shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes closed. "Then why was I born like this? Why did I have to be a demon?"

Leia rose, pacing around behind you to inspect your wings. Your head bowed in shame as you endured one of the moments you had dreaded since you arrived and joined the resistance: the rejection of General Organa.

"How certain are you of your species?" She questioned, moving back around to face you.

No one had ever asked you that, because you had been pretending to be a human your whole life. "I only know what I was told. I don't think there are anymore demons."

"And that's why you hid your wings?" She asked a rhetorical question and then continued. "That's why they hurt you. They didn't grow correctly."

"Please..." you backed away, wishing so badly you could flee and hide, feeling as if you couldn't take any more scrutiny or stares.

"It's all right," she repeated. "Will you meet me here tomorrow? I think I can help you."

"With the Force, you mean?"

"Yes. And I think we can do something about your pain," she added. "I may also have an idea about where you're from."

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At Peace

Word count: 987

Summary: OC/reader who was one of Luke’s students. She was the first to meet Kylo Ren. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy.

Rated: PG-13

Graphic bodily harm, trauma, and permanent injury. 

"LET ‘EM GO!!!" 

Orange saber aglow. 

Clouds surround her face panting from the trek. 

The soot burned her lungs. 

The temple was ablaze. Embers rode the wind along with the sniffles and whimpers of the younglings he had stolen.

 "You dare challenge me, runt!" He spat, extending his hand. A whimper slips from her teeth. She rose, her grip trembling on the hilt of her weapon. Ben, his name was. 

He was older and better; the blood of legends she had heard ran through his veins.

He kicks her hand, the glittering silver disappearing into the night. Readying a fist, she lounges. He dodges with ease, striking her face. Clawing the ground as her senses abandoned her. Everything was numb, everything was fading, vision blurred, she cried. Eyes fluttered to her left at the sight of younglings.

 Watching in horror, frozen, unable to do anything.

 "The force is wasted on you."

 Suddenly her body goes stiff and slams to the ground, limbs extended in a starfish position. Trying to free herself from the invisible restraints around her wrists and ankles. Tears began to build. Biting his lip to keep from crying out.

 Crying out to her mom or dad; she was six after all. The hiss of a saber and the heat of the blue blade caused her heart to stop.

 "His teaching the ways of the foolish. The blind. To follow the rules because that is how he was taught. You will be his greatest student." He chuckles. "Relying on her master to see," Holding his saber out, she pulls and fights with all of her might. Fighting to turn her head as the blue blade came closer.

Closer. 

Closer. 

The light was blinding. 

Her eyes watered as her vision filled with stars. The heat made her eyes water as tears poured down her face. Closer, and closer, a screech leaves her throat. The hiss of scorching flesh Her skin was on fire from the white, hot flash of pain. The smell of burning and the taste of copper.

 ---Many years later---

 "Rising moons." 

 "Rising moons: Bespin and Jakku."

Porro reads while snuggling up close to his mother. Her arm held him close, raking her hand through his thick, curly hair as he read. Rik on her other side, head resting on her chest, lulled to sleep with the steady rise and fall of his back.

 "Rising moons Porgs, and Tauntaun." He chuckles. "That doesn't rhyme."

 "Yeah, I think the writer was running out of things to rhyme with moons." She chuckles. He looks up at her, holding his bangs away to give his forehead a kiss. "Time for bed," she says. Closing the book and placing it on. The shelf with many others. 

 "Rising moons, little one." She coos, placing a kiss on his forehead.

 "Rising moons, Mama." He yawns, making her smile. Lifting the youngest boy into her arms and tucking him into the bed on the other side of the room. Feeling his forehead, giving it a kiss as well.

 Picking up dirty plates from the table where the little family had dinner.

 A metallic clank catches her ear. Rounding the table for something that most have fallen over over. Fingers meet something cold. Taking it in her hand, she shutters. Memories of the night she lost 

"Hello." She says her voice is steady. Feeling the air following a trail she stands before, "Ben." 

 He takes a shaky breath. Avoiding her eyes. The scars still managed to stare right through him. 

 "You're at peace." She smiles softly. "I'm happy for you."

 "I don't deserve it," he shutters. Taking only glances at the reminder of his cruelty "The horrible things—" he swallows the lump that constricted his throat. "You should hate me." He nods. "To tell me that I'm a horrible being."

 "I did, and back then I would have done all those things. I learned to let go of the hate that was eating away at my life, my body, and my soul. It wasn't helping. So I welcomed love." She smiles. "I was gifted by people who cared about me and got me through recovery; I found a flyboy, now my husband and two beautiful boys."

 "I'm sure they will be as inspiring as their mother."

 "I forgive you, Ben." She inhales deeply. "I hope you weren't alone."

 "I wasn't." He shutters, "Thank you, Y/N." He croaks, swallowing thickly.

"Y/N?" 

 "Poe!" She quickly wipes her face. "In here, General."

 "I'll never get tired of that." He holds her close.

 "General Dameron." She scolds as he nuzzles her cheek and neck. "Poe!" She giggles managing to stop him momentarily. "You brought visitors." She clears her throat pulling away and turning his head with her finger to where his comrades stood awkwardly. Taking her hand. "Rey, Finn, my other half. Mrs. Y/N Dameron." 

 "Missus." Finn blurts out, looking between the now-general and the woman. "I was never informed of this." He huffs, looking at Rey, who shakes her head.

"BB." He looks at the droid, who beeps. "I thought we were friends." He pouts. 

Rey caught the lightsaber hilt clipped to Mrs. Dameron's belt.

 "Y/N." Rey repeats. "Luke spoke of you."

 "Good things, I hope." He chuckles. "I wasn't the best student."

 "A weight was lifted from his conscience, knowing you live a fulfilling life."

 "That--That means a lot, thank you."

 "You could have told us," Finn says still astonished by the previous information.

 "We couldn't take that risk. That's why we're doing this now." He smiles, placing a peck on her cheek. "Are they asleep?" He asks, noticing the quiet household.

 "I thought you'd come in the morning.” she chirps. “I'm not complaining. I get you all to myself." she hums. 

 "Careful, that's what got us number two."

 "Two?" Ray grins. 

 "You got kids!" Finn gawks.

 "Mini Damerons." The woman snickers. "His carbon copies."

 "Our boys. Porro and Rik, in that order."

 "WHAT?!?!"

[galacticwildfire]

Early Mornings

Poe Dameron x Solo!oc

summary: poe dameron and hope solo have places to be, but the only place they want to be is in bed

tags/warnings: essentially a non-sexual situationship (they're disgustingly in love but in denial), cuddling, flirting, kissing that borders on smutty, references to sex and jealousy, some suggestive dialogue, a little angst and brief reference to trauma, but sickeningly sweet fluff overall

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is a scene I've written for my series fire meet gasoline on ao3 but it's been sitting in my notes app for too long to not share it as a stand alone one shot. also gif for obvious reasons.

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The feeling of Poe's arms unconsciously tightening around my body's what stirs me awake in the early hours of the morning. While I can vaguely remember falling asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart it seems that sometime in the night we ended up with my back flush to his chest and our limbs tangled. Any space we'd left between us in the late hours of last night long gone.

My lips brush the arm he has tucked beneath my head as I look back over my shoulder, finding his head buried in the crook of my neck and still sound asleep. The feeling of him nuzzling into me's a now familiar sensation I let myself bathe in for as long as I can before forcing myself to remember that we have places to be.

The only downside to these mornings is the tragic fact that they have to end, especially when physically removing myself from him is a feat in itself. I may as well be struggling against a Wookie with the amount of strength it takes to pull myself from Poe Dameron's arms. Although I'd never want it any other way.

BB-8 beeps good morning and after returning it I glance at the time, reluctantly and very carefully untangling myself from Poe before he can wake up, a learned skill. Knowing the amount of sleepless nights we've both had in the past weeks I decide to take the first shower to let him sleep that little bit longer. 

My spare flight suit’s folded in the drawer that had been empty until recently, along with the towel that’s made its way into Poe’s room along with other necessities. Despite having everything that I need when I sleep over I haven’t been able to give up the shirt he’d loaned me to sleep in, not that he seems to mind. 

Finding my hairpins on his bathroom counter drives home how routine this arrangement’s become to the point that I don’t know how I slept any other way, how mere months ago I was out there in the Outer Rims alone and now… now I can’t imagine doing any of this without him. 

He’s still asleep when I come out in my flight suit, finding him with the blanket bundled up in his arms in place of where I’d been. The sight has my heart clenching and BB-8 beeps quietly to ask if he should wake him up. 

“I’ve got it,” I say, leaning down to rub his head as I make my way over to Poe, reluctant to wake him up but people are going to start asking questions if we’re both late to our third meeting this week. My mother would start asking questions, and this is something I wouldn’t quite know how to explain to her. 

 “Poe,” I hum as I sit down on the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his messed curls until he begins to stir. “Morning.”

He blinks in confusion when he can’t feel me beside him, but the tension leaves his face when his eyes find mine.

“Hey,” he smiles tiredly and murmurs “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“We’ve got a meeting.”

“We do?”

“Come on, Commander,” I say, brushing back the dark curls that fall across his forehead. “I thought it was your job to know these things.”

His eyes are warm as he leans into my touch. “I’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“That can easily be fixed-” I begin, slowly withdrawing my hand until he stops me. 

“No, no,” he quickly says, and I’m smiling as he pulls my hand back and holds it to his cheek. His eyes fall shut as his lips brush my palm, his morning stubble a welcome feeling. “Don’t you dare.”

I can’t help but lean down to kiss his cheek, bumping his nose with mine as I insist “Come on or we’ll be late. I’ll grab our caf and see you there.”

“Hey, caf’s my job,” he protests as I reluctantly pull back but relents. “How late are we?”

“We’ve got about half an hour, so take a shower and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

“Yes, Captain,” he says, and rolls onto his back while still holding my hand in his, looking up at me with his brows drawn together as he questions “Since when are you up early?”

“Since I’m actually sleeping well,” I say and he gives me a tired smile that I’m helpless to adore. 

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” I say softly, knowing that hasn’t been the case for either of us these past weeks. 

He nods and brings my hand back to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I mean, I sure as hell don’t wanna get out of bed.” 

I catch the glint of mischief in his eye the moment before he tugs me back into bed with him, somehow managing to roll me so I’m lying on my back in the small space and he’s hovering above me - not that I’m putting up much of a fight. 

“Which is why I got out of it before you woke up,” I whine as he nestles his head in the crook of my neck and slips an arm back around my waist, intentionally pinning me to the bed with his bodyweight to keep me from moving. “Since someone likes to cling to me like a sloth.”

He lifts his head up with a proud smile. “A handsome sloth.”

“That’s true,” I agree, helpless to deny that as he bumps my nose. “But that face won’t help you when you’re late.”

“It’s helped me so far,” he dismisses, his stubble grazing my skin as he kisses my forehead. “Might not be enough to get me out of trouble but it’s enough to keep you here.”

My jaw drops a little at the audacity but I can’t argue considering he knows damn well it’s the truth as I shake my head at him. “That damn face - my one weakness.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, yours is mine as well,” he assures me as he peppers kisses across my face. “Those eyes… you know I can’t say no to you so-” I whine again as he pulls back and moves his body off mine, settling between me and the wall. “I’ll let you get going and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

He knows he has me where he wants me and I couldn’t care less as I tug him back by the fabric of his shirt and he certainly doesn’t make any effort to resist as he gathers me back up in his arms, settling over me with his elbow propping him up this time. 

“No, you’re stuck with me now,” I decide and I’m holding his face as I pepper kisses from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, our bodies melding as our legs tangle together.

He kisses my jaw while he teases “Isn’t being clung to all night enough for you?” It’s then he turns his head to look at me and his lips incidentally brush mine, although it’s far from the first time. 

Still, his breath hitches and my voice trembles slightly as I ask “What do you think?”

He searches my eyes, seeking whatever it is he’s looking for before our lips meet. Again, far from the first time. Another in a long series of kisses we’ve sworn wouldn’t happen again and yet we always end up here. The softness of his lips has me trying to recall every reason we’ve used for why this can’t happen. 

The fact that we’re a disaster at the best of times. 

That we both have the tendency to let our emotions cloud our judgement until it ends in screaming fights in the middle of the hangar. 

The fact that he’s still my commanding officer and we’re on fragile enough footing with high command as it is, even if everyone knows we operate as partners. 

That all it would take is one bad call in the field and we’re both dead. 

The fact that he’s my best friend, my partner, the one damn person in this galaxy I trust whole heartedly. 

Knowing that I’d lose my mind if anything ever happened to him.

If I lost him-

My back arches off the bed as his tongue slips into my mouth and he swallows the sound that comes from the back of my throat as the hand that was under me moves to squeeze my waist. He gasps softly as my fingers slip into his hair in return, gently tugging at his curls to pull him closer - needing him closer. 

It’s when my legs hook around his hips that BB-8’s beeping reminds us that he’s still there and we both flush in embarrassment. R2’s been around long enough that he doesn’t linger past a certain time, even when Poe and I’s affection is innocent, but despite being a romantic sweet BB-8 isn’t prepared to see anything more than this.

And Poe and I certainly aren’t prepared to put on a show for him. 

Still, I can’t help but burst out laughing when Poe murmurs in my ear “We have an audience.” He kisses my forehead again before clearing his throat. “Hey buddy, why don’t you go see what R2’s up to?”

He gives an offended beep, both at his dismissal and us forgetting his presence, before finding his way out and we share a look of mortified guilt. I’m trying to hold back embarrassed laughter while Poe’s head dips to my shoulder to kiss where my collarbone's exposed by the partially zipped flightsuit before he again slips into the bed beside me, holding me close with a caressing hand over my hip. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t had to kick BB-8 out before?” I tread, knowing that I’m the only person Poe’s had sleeping over since he’s joined the Resistance, but I can’t help the pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with someone else like this.

“Like I’ve told you sweetheart, I’ve been living like a Jedi since before Leia recruited me,” he says, settling those thoughts with a kiss to my forehead. “I think he’s just mad I’ve been taking your attention away from him.”

“I still give him plenty of love,” I assure Poe and he tugs me closer, his lips lingering on my temple as I bury my face in his neck. “Five more minutes, then we’ll get up.”

“What happened to we’re gonna be late?” he teases and I just groan. “Hope…”

“I know, I know,” I pout, rolling back enough so that my face rests beside his on the pillow we’ve shared more often than not the past few weeks. “I just wanna stay here with you.”

I search his eyes, praying he hears what I really want to say. That I want it to be just you and me. No First Order. No protocol. Just us. Raw and mostly unfiltered.

He plays with my fingers, kissing each one individually before he meets my eye and I know that he does. “How about after the meeting I swap patrols with Karé so we can go out together?” he suggests. “It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us and our x-wings.”

“Because command nearly has a nervous breakdown every time we go out there together,” I remind him, lacing our fingers together. “I believe the words ‘tie-fighter magnets’ were used.”

Neither of us can pretend we aren’t proud of that label. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that the two best pilots in the galaxy can take them out then,” he says but I don’t miss the way his face falls when he remembers what happened the only time we couldn’t. Even now I can't shake the sound of the pure fear in his voice when he pulled me from the crash. He kisses my hand again and tries to push it from his mind but the memory lingers. “It’s you and me, and the patrols Leia’s got scheduled shouldn’t be dangerous.”

“Famous last words,” I say and he can’t argue with that considering command’s right when it comes to our track record. “But I’d like that. You and me.” 

“Me too sweetheart,” he says, stretching as he lays back, both of us ignoring the fact that we’re definitely not making it to breakfast before the meeting. “But first I’ve gotta shower, get dressed-” he trails off, deciding to be a little shit as he grins “Unless you wanna join?”

I’m matching his grin with a playful slap to his chest. “Then we’d definitely be late.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

He can see me blushing red and he still wears that same cocky smile that I’m more than tempted to kiss off his face. I don’t know how many times he and I have been on this ledge, teasing and tempted to go further, only to treat this with more caution than we’ve given to anything else in our lives.

“Are you trying to call my bluff? Because we both know how that ends.”

This is one thing, waking up together and sharing these kisses that we don’t acknowledge. This we can still fool ourselves into believing is the pinnacle of platonic love, a playful extension of the affection we share - an unconventional partnership.

Sex is another thing entirely. 

When we’d first met and things got heated I wanted it, and I wanted it with him, but we both know that this partnership is too delicate to handle those emotions on top of all the others we can scarcely deal with on our best days. 

“Oh I know,” he assures me. “Considering the last time I tried to call your bluff you took a shot at me.”

“You were the one who said I wouldn’t do it,” I remind him, blaming that one on a bout of temporary insanity on both our parts after a dogfight gone wrong. “What can I say? You drive me crazy.”

“I know,” he grins. “The good kind of crazy I hope.”

“Always,” I smile before correcting. “Well, most of the time.”

“Alright, we’d be lying if we didn’t say most,” he admits and we share a laugh knowing that everyone on base, even our own squadron, was at their wits end with us not that long ago but here… it’s just us and no one else.

Unfortunately that has to come to an end, but not before I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Breakfast in fifteen.”

“Yes, Captain,” he smiles as I sit upright, but raises an eyebrow upon deciding to try his luck. “I can make it in ten if you give me another one.”

And so I do, only for us to end up right back where we started; in the bed with his hands on my waist and mine tangled in his hair. The gentle swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip has me planning to use the dwindling privileges that being the General's daughter brings to get away with being late by at least another half an hour, although Poe puts a stop to that as if he wasn’t the one who started this. 

“Poe,” I whine when he pulls away, sitting up properly and leaving me with my head on his pillow. "Why do you do this?"

He still has the audacity to play around and take his sick enjoyment in riling me up. “We have meetings, remember?”

My eyes narrow at him. “Bastard.”

“What was that?”

“Bastard,” I repeat and he grins. 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Come on beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls me upright and I just laugh. 

“Oh no, don’t ‘come on’ me when you’re the one that dragged me back into bed.”

He gives an unapologetic shrug but the warmth in his eyes makes up for it. “You missed the beautiful part.”

I shake my head and he kisses me again before I have to put my hands on his chest to keep enough distance between us that I can actually get out of the bed and away from it without him pulling me back into it. 

“We’re gonna be so late and you still need to get ready,” I lecture, knowing I’ll be the one getting the blame for it considering he’s the favourite. 

“Give me ten minutes to get ready and I’ll meet you in the mess,” he promises, extending a pinkie out to me but I’m not naive enough to get close enough for him to pull me back in. “Considering your track record Leia expects us to be about twenty minutes late anyways.”

I scrunch my face up at him but he only smiles. 

“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”

The smile I can’t force back only proves his point. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he challenges, having woken up intent to test me but I'm not falling into his trap again. 

“After the meeting,” I promise before heading out the door to find BB-8 waiting outside for us with R2. “Come on, you can keep me company while he drags himself out of bed.”

We're halfway to the mess when we come across Jess who's in a rush. "There you are, Threepio's been looking for you and Poe. Have you seen him?"

"Yeah he's just in the shower," I say as I continue on my way, only to freeze a little as she turns her head back incredulously.

"How do you know-"

"BB-8 told me," I quickly follow up and she blinks at me in disbelief before she shakes her head and keeps walking, but at this point Poe and I have accepted the fact that our squadron believes we're hiding some illicit affair from them.

Then again, it's always poor Jess who seems to catch us in compromising positions. Although as long as it's her and not my mother, or maker forbid Threepio, I can live in peace with that.

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

[roleplayfinder]

fandoms and misc genres :)

Hi there! I’m a 25+ f looking for new roleplay partners that are over the age of 22. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+).

I range from lazy-lit to advanced literate, depending on my partner’s style. I write exclusively third person, past tense and I’d love for any partners to do the same. I write on Discord and love OOC chatting and squealing over our characters.

Right now, I’m looking specifically for fxm roleplays with myself in the female role.

I do my best to post daily (I normally get reply multiple times a day and I love a good rapidfire session) but I do have a stressful job and other responsibilities. If I won’t be able to respond for about a day or two, I let my partners know.

I’m mainly interested in fandom, fantasy or slice of life with a bunch of twists and turns. I also things that are based on greek myths or historical.

My fandoms are : A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Crescent City, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stranger Things and the Hunger Games.

Some random pairings I’m interested in exploring : mafia boss x rival mafia boss’ daughter, princess x prince enemies to lovers, famous fake relationship, college rivals reunited and tattoo artist x client with social class differences.

Some of my favorite tropes include; enemies/rivals to lovers, forced proximity, fake dating, power couple, opposites attract and grumpy x sunshine.

I would absolutely LOVE to write against Lucien or Eris (ACOTAR), Fenrys (Throne of Glass), Sam Wilson or Bucky Barmes (MCU), Stranger Things (Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson), The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair), and Poe Dameron (Star Wars). However I am also up for writing against other canon characters and OCs! Those are just the characters I have plots for.

Please like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out ASAP. Happy writing! :)

[gvthamknight]

Looking for a roleplay partner!

Hello! I’m Addy & I am a 26 year old female from the USA and I am looking to write with people who are 21+ and older.

I usually write in semi-literate (2-5 paragraphs) literacy but I am always willing to match up with your responses. I love making friends OOC and I try to be as communicative about my schedule as possible.

I write via Discord as I prefer the server option. I can write as both male and female and enjoy doubling especially in canon/OC pairings. I would prefer my side to be mxf however I am happy to write anything for your side!

I am open to NSFW however I do not want it to be the entire plot - I do enjoy the story too. We can discuss our limits and I will respect yours (as I hope you will respect mine).

Bolded is my preferred role. Italicized is my preferred choice of fandom.

Batman vs Superman

Clark Kent x my OC

Canon x your OC

Justice League

This includes only Zack Snyder’s cut.

Bruce Wayne x my OC

Clark Kent x my OC

Canon x your OC

DC Comics

I am willing to do whatever since I know this can be rather broad. I will probably use a plot of some kind.

Clark Kent x my OC

Dick Grayson x my OC

Canon x your OC

Horror

Again, a rather broad fandom but willing to do mostly anything. It doesn’t have the be movies or shows, it can be original plots too.

Canon/OC x my OC

Canon x your OC

Star Wars

I have seen the movies (excluding Solo and Rogue One) and all of The Mandalorian.

OC x my OC

Poe Dameron x my OC

Canon/OC x your OC

Fandomless

I am open to some fandomless ideas depending however my main focus right now is fandom plots. If you are not familiar with any of these fandoms but would still like to write with me, please do not let this put you off!

If you are interested, please give this a like and I will reach out. 

[celestialrpfinder]

Hi there! I’m a 25+ f looking for new roleplay partners that are over the age of 21. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+).

I range from lazy-lit to advanced literate, depending on my partner’s style. I write exclusively third person, past tense and I’d love for any partners to do the same. I write on Discord and love OOC chatting and squealing over our characters.

Right now, I’m looking specifically for fxm roleplays with myself in the female role.

I do my best to post daily (I normally get reply multiple times a day and I love a good rapidfire session) but I do have a stressful job and other responsibilities. If I won’t be able to respond for about a day or two, I let my partners know.

My fandoms are : A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Crescent City, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stranger Things, the Hunger Games, The 100, Bridgerton, Modern Disney, and Star Wars. I’m also interested in anything fantasy, mafia, historical, greek-myth based and slice of life with a bunch of twists and turns.

Some random pairings I'm interested in exploring : mafia boss x rival mafia boss' daughter, princess x prince enemies to lovers, bodyguard x bodyguardee, famous fake relationship, college rivals reunited and tattoo artist x client with social class differences.

I would absolutely LOVE to write against Lucien or Eris (ACOTAR), Fenrys (Throne of Glass), Sam Wilson or Bucky Barmes (MCU), Stranger Things (Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson), The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair), and Poe Dameron (Star Wars). However I am also up for writing against other canon characters and OCs! Those are just the characters I have plots for.

Please like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out ASAP. Happy writing! :) 👻

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[darkrpfinders]

misc fandoms & genres

Hi there! I’m a 25+ f looking for new roleplay partners that are over the age of 22. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+).

I range from lazy-lit to advanced literate, depending on my partner’s style. I write exclusively third person, past tense and I’d love for any partners to do the same. I write on Discord and love OOC chatting and squealing over our characters. Right now, I’m looking specifically for fxm roleplays with myself in the female role. I do my best to post daily (I normally get reply multiple times a day and I love a good rapidfire session) but I do have a stressful job and other responsibilities. If I won’t be able to respond for about a day or two, I let my partners know.

My fandoms are : A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Crescent City, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stranger Things, the Hunger Games, The 100, Bridgerton, Modern Disney, and Star Wars. I’m also interested in anything fantasy, mafia, historical, greek-myth based and slice of life with a bunch of twists and turns. Some random pairings I’m interested in exploring : mafia boss x rival mafia boss’ daughter, princess x prince enemies to lovers, bodyguard x bodyguardee, famous fake relationship, college rivals reunited and tattoo artist x client with social class differences

. I would absolutely LOVE to write against Lucien or Eris (ACOTAR), Fenrys (Throne of Glass), Sam Wilson or Bucky Barmes (MCU), Stranger Things (Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson), The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair), and Poe Dameron (Star Wars). However I am also up for writing against other canon characters and OCs! Those are just the characters I have plots for. Please like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out ASAP. Happy writing! :)