#Poe opened his eyes to the possibility of them sharing shirts

[flydinom]

He loves Poe's large shirts.

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Flustered

Franchise: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (oneshot)

Word Count: 1436

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, mentions of drinking/being drunk, hickeys, implied anal, flustered Poe (not a warning, just something to look forward to)

Summary: You had always had a crush on your best friend Poe Dameron, but for a long time, you never told him. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. While he flirted with you sometimes, you always figured it was just him messing with you. So imagine your surprise when you wake up after a long night in the cantina. In Poe’s bed. In your underwear. With his shirt on.

A/N: A little draft I've had for a bit but never posted. First implied smut I've ever shared with the world, actually...

You blink your eyes open slowly, feeling the sunlight bathe your face through a nearby window. The bed is warm and you don’t want to get up. You close your eyes again. You keep yourself curled up under the covers and inhale deeply. A familiar scent that isn’t yours hits your nose, which you find odd because you’re nose-blind to the smell of your room. You open your eyes again to observe your surroundings properly.

This isn’t your room.

In your room, there’s a bookshelf within your line of sight from the bed. Instead, there’s a chair with clothes on it; your clothes and someone else’s. You notice your pants on the floor next to the chair and realize you’re in your underwear. Your shirt is on the floor too. That doesn’t make sense… you’re wearing a shirt…

You pull the blanket down a little to observe the shirt you’re in. It’s Poe’s. You remember it because he was wearing it…

Last night.

The sound of beeping meets your ears. You roll onto your back and stare down at the end of the bed, at the source of the noise.

BB-8. Poe’s droid best friend.

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at the sleeping body next to you.

Poe, snoring softly. The blanket only covers from his waist down and he’s not wearing a shirt. Well, of course, he’s not wearing a shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. His dark hair is all over the place and you have to resist the urge to brush some of his curls out of his face.

Sorry, what were you thinking?

You have only a vague memory of what happened last night. Poe was bored and wanted to go to the cantina for a drink. He’d invited you to go with him, of course, and you said sure. You mostly went because you didn’t want to see him get into trouble. You were just trying to make sure he didn’t drink too much, or try something he doesn’t know or shouldn’t get into. Yeah, the cantina closest to the Resistance base is mostly safe, but there are visitors from other planets that aren’t as trustworthy as members of the Resistance.

You remember Poe barely leaving your side that night. Anywhere he went, he dragged you along with him. The two of you spent most of your time leaning against the bar, talking about this and that. You remember how effortlessly pretty he looked - how effortlessly pretty he always looks.

You hadn’t had much to drink at first, wanting to keep yourself as coherent as possible, but you’ve noticed that drinking always amplifies your feelings. Poe, on the other hand, was downing drinks as fast as the bartender would give them to him. He looked like he was trying to work up the courage to do something or say something, but all it seemed to do was get him drunk. He appeared flustered that night; mostly when he looked at you. When you had teased him about it, his face went red and he would look away.

A soft, tired groan pulls you from your thoughts. You look back at Poe, who’s started to wake up. Your heart starts beating a little faster. He’s scowling, but only because the sun is in his eyes. He may be awake but he clearly isn’t ready to be.

BB-8 beeps at the end of the bed and Poe frowns. His eyes are still closed.

“Y/N in my bed?” He grumbles. “I wish. You break a circuit last night?”

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you mumble teasingly.

Poe’s eyes fly open. He yelps in surprise and jumps so high that he falls off the edge of the bed. “Fuck!” He exclaims when you hear a thud; he hit the floor hard.

“Shit, are you okay?” You ask quickly, crawling across the bed and looking down at him. One of his hands is holding his head and the other is draped lazily over his stomach. He groans.

“Head hurts,” he murmurs.

“Well, you were drinking a lot last night.”

Poe scoffs. “I didn’t drink that much… did I?”

“Yes, you did, actually. I tried to stop you.”

“I didn’t listen, did I?”

“No, you did not.”

Poe sighs, pushing himself into a sitting position. It’s at that moment he realizes he’s in his underwear too. His eyes widen. He looks at you, looks at himself, then looks at you again as he tries to pull the blanket down to cover himself. You pull it in your direction at the same time; if he takes too much of it, he’ll see that you’re in your underwear too.

After a moment of tug-of-war, he stops, his eyes raking over your body.

“Is that my shirt?”

You let go of the blanket. “Yep.”

“Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I have no idea.”

“If you’re so confused about it, then why haven’t you taken it off?” Poe asks.

“Would you like me to take it off?” You tease. You’re not sure what’s come over you. You’re just as confused as he is, you have no idea what happened last night, and here you were messing with him as usual.

Poe blushes red, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I… you… uh…”

“Am I making you a little flustered?” You smirk down at him.

Poe clears his throat, looking up at you. “No,” he says. His warm brown eyes tell you otherwise. You raise an eyebrow. He chews on his lip a little. “…Maybe.”

“Before we address that,” you say, “maybe we should address the bantha in the room?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“We’re in our underwear.”

“You’re in your underwear too?” Poe asks. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost sounds excited.

“What, you want me to move the blanket and show you?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“We’re in our underwear. Our clothes are over there. I’m in your shirt. In your bed. We were drinking. Something happened last night.”

Poe narrows his eyes. “What’s that on your neck?”

You frown, touching your collarbone. The fact that you’re in your underwear leaves your mind as you clamber out of the bed and slip into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Sure enough, there’s a mark just above your collarbone. You pull Poe’s shirt off over your head and see a couple other similar marks over your torso.

“You gave me hickeys,” you say in a toneless voice, tracing your finger over the marks like they’re constellations.

You hear Poe scrambling to his feet, rushing to you. “I did what?” He asks, awe evident in his voice. His eyes widen when you turn to him. “Woah. I did that?”

“Well, who the else would it be?” You point out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, looking in the mirror again. “I kinda like them…”

“You… you do?”

“Well, I like who they’re from, so…” You meet his gaze in the mirror.

Poe’s eyes are wide and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I like who I gave them to.”

“Still feeling flustered?”

He chews on his lip again. “Absolutely.” He steps out of the bathroom for a second. “Hey, BB-8?” He says to his droid. “How about you go hang out with R2 for a while?” He lets BB-8 out of the room and immediately closes the door, returning to you. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here, I think,” you say slowly, stepping towards him and gripping his hips. Your face is only a couple inches away from his and he gazes into your E/C eyes, his own being darker than usual, full of lust.

“Would you just kiss me already?” He whispers.

“You sure?”

Poe raises an eyebrow. “My ass hurts and you’re covered in hickeys, so I’m fairly certain we fucked last night. I’m pretty damn sure about a kiss.”

You grin. “Just making sure, baby.”

You pull him flush against you, pressing your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Poe drapes his arms around your neck, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair. His lips move against yours in perfect harmony, your grip on his hips tightening as the kiss continues. After a long moment, he pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Can we do whatever we did last night again?”

“We don’t know what we did last night.”

“Then can we make some new memories of a… similar fashion?” His “innocent” gaze studies your face, his skillful fingers still playing with your hair.

A grin stretches over your face as your hands begin to roam his toned body. “Absolutely.”

[the-little-ewok]

Marks

Marks

Poe Dameron X Female Reader Wordcount: 7.5k (ish) Rating: E Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Multiple Orgasms/ overstimulation, use of restraint (hand tying), 2 spanks, PIV, F-Receiving oral, language, Fluff (lots of fluff at the end)

Summary: Giving Poe Dameron a love bite leads to a lot more fun than you anticipated...

A/N - While this can be read on its own, it is a sequel to Strike Three & A Sincere Apology. You don't need to read them to enjoy this one (but it does add more colour). A note on timelines : These fics are snapshots of a long running relationship so the timeline jumps forward with each one.

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"Really?" Poe groans, looking at you through the mirror of your shared room. You grin back at him, pulling your boots on as he traces the tips of his fingers across the red and purple mark on his neck.

"You weren't complaining earlier. In fact, you were rather loudly enjoying it." Your words earn an unimpressed look as he pulls his collar up.

"If anyone sees this, I'll never live it down." He grumbles. Your laughter fills the room, which only causes his frown to deepen as he turns to pin you with a glare. You grin sweetly back at him until his lips twitch, and he breaks into a smile of his own.

"You're a nightmare." He sighs, going back to studying the mark in the mirror. No amount of tugging on his shirt collar will cover it fully and that only amuses you further. "I'm supposed to be the General, not a schoolboy."

"I like it. Made you mine, General Dameron." You tease. Poe huffs in response, watching you get to your feet. In the months since the fall of the First Order, you'd watched him grow into a leader that Leia would have been proud of. Not that he ever listened to you when you tried to convince him of that. He was always too harsh on himself about his ability to lead, too quick to judge himself.

Smoothing down your shirt, you turn to leave. "I'll see you at the morning meeting." Poe's hand shoots out to grab your wrist in a gentle grip, pulling you the few steps back to him.

"Hey, where's my goodbye kiss?" He pouts. You can't help rolling your eyes at him with an affectionate smile.

"Poe, I'm going to see you in what, an hour?"

"How am I supposed to go about my morning, if all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss you?" You roll your eyes again, but it's hard to keep the smile off your face as your heart melts. Somehow, he always knows the softest words to say. With a sigh of defeat, you press your lips sweetly to his for a moment, and straighten his collar.

"Good luck hiding that, baby." You boop his nose with your finger and watch as his eyebrows pull together in an unimpressed frown. Laughing, you turn and sprint out the door before he can delay you any longer.

~

At this point of the meeting, you’ve been grinning for so long that your face is beginning to hurt while you watch Poe across the room. Beads of sweat collect around his hairline before occasionally making their break for freedom over his forehead. The humidity has his hair curling and damp with sweat. Poe shoots you a glare, adjusting the scarf that he has been wearing all morning before wiping his forehead.

"You ok, Dameron?" Snap gives him a concerned frown from across the table.

"I'm fine, thank you." But Poe’s words are stiff and each syllable seems to hold a heavy tension as he throws a look your way that has heat flooding through you. It’s a heat that has nothing to do with the rising temperature in the room.

"You’re looking kind of warm there, is all." Snap shrugs, sitting back. "It's a thousand degrees in here today."

You didn't think it possible, but your grin widens even more. Of course he ended up drawing attention to this all by himself. It was the hottest day you'd ever known and Poe sat with his shirt half open, his sleeves rolled up, and his scarf wrapped around his neck.

"You'd probably feel better if you got rid of the scarf?" You suggest with a shrug, knowing that if he could reach you, you'd get a kick to your boot to shut you up. But you'd been smart enough to sit at the opposite end of the table, where you could enjoy this show comfortably.

Poe folds his arms across his chest. "How about instead of interrupting the briefing, you do the reports I asked for? I didn't seem to receive them last night when they were due." You blink at his firm words, momentarily annoyed by him calling you out in front of everyone.

The reports in question were the ones you’d been dragged away from last night, with his insistence that you could do them in the morning. But somehow, the fleeting annoyance fades into concern as you register the look on his face. You know this expression well. The quirk of an eyebrow and a smirk.

What are you about to do?

"I assume you know how to spell my email address to send them? Or do you need a lesson in spelling my name as well as keeping quiet?" There it is.

You can feel the blood rush up your neck and across your cheeks. There’s not a single doubt in your mind that everyone in the room has noticed it, too. All you can do is hope that they take it as embarrassment at your General calling his own girlfriend out.

You stumble over your words for a moment. "N...no, Po-General. I'll have them with you within the hour." You finally get a handle on yourself, swallowing hard and shifting in your seat. Bastard.

He nods and goes back to the meeting while you sit there, heat creeping out across your skin. And in that moment, you can’t seem to help yourself as you press your thighs together when the memory of his tongue creeps into your mind.

"Why is he wearing that?" Snap leans over, whispering to you. His lowered voice brings your mind back to the room.

"It's obviously a fashion statement." Karè answers for you with a giggle and a roll of her eyes.

"It's a health hazard in this heat." Snap grins, making you snort with laughter. Poe’s eyes narrow, glancing over to you, making you bite your lip in an attempt to stop laughing. You can see him getting more unimpressed by the second. Deciding that perhaps you've pushed him far enough, you settle back in your chair and shut your mouth, trying not to grin.

With or without your input it's only a matter of time before Poe passes out or he gives in. And as the minutes tick by you can see him start to struggle and eventually, ever so reluctantly, he removes the scarf from his neck and quickly pulls up his collar. But it's too late.

"Stars, Dameron, what the hell is on your neck? Have you had a medic look at that?" Snap questions in a not-so-subtle way across the table. You have to bite your tongue in order not to burst out laughing. You can see the colour rising in Poe's cheeks and you sink further into your chair, holding your breath to stop the giggle that's fighting to break free.

"It's nothing. We are discussing flight plans, not me." Poe answers through gritted teeth, immediately trying to go back to the briefing.

"No, Poe, that looks pretty bad." Karè pipes up.

This was the most fun you've had in weeks and it was becoming increasingly hard not to start laughing again.

Karè throws you a grin as she continues. "I guess you were pretty sick with something? I did wonder who was making all that noise early this morning. I guess maybe you had a fever with it and babbling nonsense?" Oh shit. Poe glares at you and you raise your eyebrows, your lungs starting to burn from holding your breath to contain your laughter. For once you weren't the one being loud. Your mouth had been busy.

"What if it spreads? You could be infecting us all right now." Snap is having trouble keeping the amusement out of his voice and it tips you over the edge, forcing your laughter to break free. You can see the exact moment Poe's had enough of the interruptions, and his General side takes over.

"Enough. Out. Now. All of you." Snap and Karè jump up, laughing.

"You too." Poe nods at you. "Out. No more interruptions." He folds his arms over his chest and you know this is going to be a conversation later.

"I didn't say anything!" You protest, but you're still laughing and it's hard to stop. He stares you down silently until you stand up. You can’t resist teasing him further as you slip out of the door. “You really should get that looked at though.” As you leave, you catch the look he gives you which says all it needs to.

Once the door is safely shut behind you, Snap grins and shakes his head. "You're in so much trouble."

"Yeah, thanks for your help with that! If I get murdered in my sleep, I know who to blame." You laugh.

"Oh don't worry I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to him," Karè winks with a laugh. "Come on, before our General really loses his cool." That gets another bark of laughter from you as you follow them down the corridor.

~

You'd actively avoided Poe since he kicked you out of the briefing, starting to feel a tiny thread of guilt tugging in your chest. You'd apologise to him later, but you would also at least give him some space, especially after the look he had given you. Instead, you busied yourself helping the squadron with repairs on the ships, and generally keeping off of his radar.

"I swear, they do this on purpose now." Jessika groans, helping you drag the broken droid across the hangar to try and piece it back together. "Just combust the second I look at them. Honestly, I don't do anything, it just... happens."

"Don't worry, we can get it fixed up before anyone notices. I'm pretty sure it’s probably just a fried chip, or several. Besides, I think the Great Destroyer is a pretty cool nickname!" Jess sighs and finally lets out a laugh at your attempt to comfort her.

"Maybe! And talking of combusting… you have one unhappy looking man staring at you, fit to explode." She nods over to the other side of the hangar and you glance up to see Poe. His arms are folded over his chest, the scarf wrapped back around his neck, watching you with a look that makes you swallow hard.

"Guess I need to deal with that. I'll be back in a minute." You sigh. Jess nods and waves you off.

Poe doesn't move as you make the longest walk across the hangar, but you know that his eyes are watching each step you take until you're in front of him. You fidget awkwardly under his silent gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Eventually, Poe sighs, "I've had to listen to Snap go on all morning that I have some disease. All. Morning." He states firmly. You dare to steal a glance at him and watch his lips twitch, holding back a smile, making you grin.

"I’m sorry. Not for Snap. I actually think his comments were hilarious. But, I am sorry that I interrupted your meeting. Although, I maintain it's not my fault and you should blame Snap and Karè for making me laugh." Poe rolls his eyes in answer to your rambling, still looking unimpressed, so you play the best card you have. "I guess lucky for you, someone taught me how to give a proper apology."

Poe lets out a soft laugh at that, shaking his head while he considers you for a moment, all traces of annoyance wiped from his expression.

"Come here." Grabbing your hand, he pulls you back behind one of the ships where you're mostly hidden from view. Without even looking to check that there’s no prying eyes, he pulls you hard against him and dips his head to kiss you.

"You're in so much trouble with your General." His lips follow your jaw and trail down your neck, nipping at your flesh with his teeth. Normally you would get lost in the moment and you wish you could, but you can't help giggling at the heat pouring off him.

"Poe. You're burning hot. Take off the scarf. It's just a mark. Nobody even cares other than you."

"No. Busy." Another soft kiss on your neck, a drag of his teeth against your skin that makes your breath catch for a moment. Maker, he can be so stubborn and so distracting. You tilt your head as he places soft kisses down to your collarbone, before following the path back up to capture your lips again.

You allow yourself just a moment to kiss him back before you sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him. Poe frowns, clearly unimpressed at your lack of enthusiasm. Wrapping your fingers in the damp material of his scarf, you pull him to you and press another soft kiss against his lips.

"Off." You insist, unwrapping the material from around his neck before pulling it off. Poe pulls his collar up over the mark and holds out his hand for the offending item. Shaking your head, you hold the scarf behind your back. "Nope. Not unless you're going to use it in a way I like." You whisper low enough that you know only he will be able to hear over the low hum of life around you. He takes a breath and his hands slide back around your waist, pulling you against him.

"Stop. It's already too hot." He warns you, leaning his forehead on yours. You peer at him through your eyelashes, giving him your best innocent look.

"Stop what, General? You're the one dragging me away from work to have your wicked way with me." He drops his head to your shoulder with a groan at your words. Taking a deep breath, his fingers tighten against your hips. You smile to yourself, pleased that you still have that type of power over him.

"I swear…" he groans. Whatever he is about to say is interrupted by BB-8's panicked beeps. Peering around the edge of the ship, you realise it's because the droid has seen the mess Jessika has made.

"No, no, calm down! Don't worry, I can fix it… I think…I didn't murder them at all! No BB, calm down!" You laugh as you hear Jessika begging the BB unit and the continuing panicked beeps.

"Think that's your call to get back to work, General." You giggle. Sighing, Poe steals another quick kiss from you and then another, causing you to giggle against his lips.

"Don't think this means you're out of trouble. I have things to do, but," He leans in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispers, "I'll deal with you later". The look he gives you as he pulls back let's you know it's both a promise, and a threat. Then he's gone, striding across the yard to the BB unit before you have time to form a coherent response. You stand blinking and watching his retreating form, heat pooling in your abdomen, the temperature ticking upwards.

I'll deal with you later.

~

His words infiltrate every thought you have for the rest of the day. Every time you pass him in the yard, in the corridors or in meetings, he gives you a look that confirms he knows exactly what you're thinking about.

By the time you get back to your room during the late afternoon, you're practically panting with need, desperate to throw yourself into his arms to do whatever he wants. Except, you find yourself disappointed when the room is silent and empty. You shouldn't be surprised, really. He works too hard: sometimes not crawling into bed until the early hours, wrapping you up in his arms and mumbling soft apologies against your skin. You had hoped just this once, he might have come back early, but duty calls, and you understood that.

Sighing, you struggle out of your damp clothes, throwing them down to the side and heading into the fresher. A shower would help calm you down while you wait, you could wash off the sweat and dirt from the day, and hope he would be back soon. Switching on the water, you turn the temperature down from the usual blazing heat that Poe has it set to and step in. The cool water feels good against your skin, but only somewhat settles the ache between your legs.

I’ll deal with you later.

You could take care of yourself, you consider, skimming your hands over your breasts. It wouldn't be the same, but stars, he could be gone for hours and you've been on edge so long already. You let your eyes drift closed under the steady stream, imagining Poe's hands tracing their way across your abdomen in a way they had so often before: slowly sliding down further.

Poe, calling your name from the other room, pulls you out of the daydream with a jolt.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'll be out in a minute." You call back. Stepping out of the shower, you dry yourself off before wrapping a bath towel around your body and walk out into the bedroom. Poe, having already kicked off his boots and shirt, was busy typing away on a datapad, his back turned to you. You lick your lips as you take in his broad shoulders, your eyes trailing down his bare back to his ass. He turns to catch you staring and gives you a grin.

"Like what you see, beautiful?" He smirks, throwing down the datapad and holding out his hands. With an affectionate smile, you walk over and take them, allowing him to pull you in for a soft kiss. When you pull away, you wipe a smudge of oil from his cheek.

"So that's where you've been. Playing with your X-Wing?" You tease gently. Always a pilot first.

"I just had something to finish. Why? Miss having me in the shower with you?" He asks, sliding his hands around your waist, his fingers tightening on your hips as you step up close to him.

"Hmm, not really. Always more fun by myself." He raises his eyebrows at you with an unimpressed look.

"Oh? Is that right? Guess I'll have to teach you otherwise." His lips capture yours as one of his hands pull your hips against his, the other finds a home on the side of your neck, tangling in your hair and holding you to him as he kisses you. He teases your lips open, his tongue licking into your mouth, hot, slick, and teasingly slow. You moan softly as he slides both hands down to cup your ass, pulling your body hard against him and holding you there. Poe lets out a soft groan as he pulls away from you, looking you over and licking his lips.

"Don't think I've forgotten that you're in trouble." He warns, letting you go and stepping back. "Put your hands behind your back."

You giggle and give him a frown while playing dumb, although you have your suspicions about what's coming. You know him well enough by now. "What? Why?"

"Because I told you to, and you need to start following orders. That was an order." His tone is low, commanding and not to be argued with. Desire shoots through you like a blaster bolt, hot, sparking fire racing through your veins. You do as he asks and watch him curiously as he steps behind you. You feel a damp soft material wrapping around your wrists, binding them in place. Glancing behind, you watch him putting the final knots in the scarf. Experimentally, you wriggle your hands, but he's tied it tight and there's no way you're getting out.

"You've had far too much fun today... I think it's about time I had some of my own." His fingers slide slowly up your bound arms and over your shoulders, resting lightly on top of the material covering your naked body.

"Yes, Sir." You breathe, happy to play along. Heat blazes across your skin and pools in your abdomen. His hands skim down across your breasts through the towel as he presses his body against your back.

"At least you’ve learnt some respect now, after showing me up this morning." He growls in your ear. His hands suddenly leave your chest and without missing a beat, he brings a hand down hard on your ass. While you yelp with the sting, it sends a shot of pleasure straight to your core. He repeats the action on the other cheek, only this time, your yelp is more of a moan.

His hands slide back around your waist, agonisingly slowly, toying with the edges of the towel as he places open mouthed kisses to your neck. His tongue snakes down your skin, leaving a hot trail in its wake and causing you to shiver with desire. He places another kiss to your shoulder, before his teeth graze softly across your flesh, nipping slightly as he pulls the material from you, allowing it to pool at your feet, exposing your naked body.

Poe makes a soft noise of appreciation in your ear, his fingers coming up to graze across your hard nipples. He takes both between his fingers, rolling and pinching lightly, causing you to let out a low moan and arch your back to his touch. You can feel the heat prickling your skin and your arousal starting to coat your thighs as he bites your neck, hard enough to give you a jolt of painful pleasure. His hands leave your breasts to slide slowly down across your abdomen, taking his time to map out every inch of your skin.

"I'm going to take a shower. You stay right here." His hands are suddenly gone and he steps back. You twist around to look at him, your mouth agape. He can’t be serious. “I warned you, baby." He shrugs and steps around you, heading towards the fresher.

"Wh-Poe. Don't you dare." You growl in warning, "Poe, I swear, if you-" He turns and gives you a mischievous grin.

"What are you gonna do, sweetheart? You're all tied up." He interrupts. Your eyes narrow in warning at him and he lets out a laugh as he walks back over to you. "Would I do that to you? Leave you wanting?" He teases softly, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb across your lips.

"I actually wouldn't put it past you." Poe gives you an offended look before leaning in to kiss you softly. You melt into it, but he pulls away all too quickly.

"Maybe next time I will." His hands find your hips as he gently backs you up to the bed. "Sit." Somewhat awkwardly you manage to sit down while his hands steady you. Very slowly, Poe kneels down in front of you resting his hands on your thighs.

"Untie me." You want to sound serious, even if you aren't. But the way his still damp curls fall over his forehead and the smirk on his lips causes heat to creep through your veins, spreading out across your body, making it hard not to give away the smile that you're fighting down.

"I will. If that's what you really want, baby." He leans into you, placing a soft kiss just below your ear as his hands slide up your bare thighs. He waits silently for a moment, nudging his nose against your neck, his breath fanning out across your skin. Poe knows you don’t want him to untie you, not really. By now, he knows exactly which buttons he can press. He's always known which buttons he can press. Just like you're sure he knows that your arousal is pooling between your legs for him as you sit there in anticipation. Maker, he knows you far too well.

"Nothing to say?" He teases, dropping his lips to kiss a trail across your collarbone and continuing down to follow the curve of your breast, before taking one taunt nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it slowly. You let out a low moan at the spark of pleasure that shoots through you at his actions. "Wish you were this quiet in my meetings." He grins.

"Wish your meetings were this interest-" You break off into a moan as he bites down on your nipple gently.

"You need to stop talking." Poe warns, moving to the other breast and bringing another quiet moan of need from you. When he pulls back for a moment, you manage to form a reply.

"Make me." The look he gives you let's you know he's absolutely going to take that challenge on. His hands complete their journey to the top of your thighs before pushing them apart, fully exposing you to his gaze.

"You should be careful what you wish for." His head drops to your thigh, his lips sealing around the skin there, licking and sucking. You know there will be a mark there tomorrow, one that makes you his. The thought and his actions draw another moan from your throat.

"Mmm, I can't wait to hear more of that. Much better than talking." Poe thinks aloud for your amusement. Whatever smart ass reply you were planning dies on your lips as his tongue licks a hot stripe across your clit, making you arch your hips with a gasp. His hands press down on your thighs, pinning you to the bed as his tongue flicks back and forth across your sensitive bud. Then his tongue presses against you in another swipe, causing more needy moans to fall from your lips.

He repeats the actions over and over: flicking and licking slowly while the knot in your abdomen tightens. Moan after moan falls from your lips and your toes curl into the hard floor. Another well timed swipe of his tongue across your sensitive folds sends a climax crashing through you as you whine his name.

"Oh, fuck, Poe!" You moan, tilting your head back, barely able to continue sitting up as his tongue slides down to your soaking slit, slowly pushing inside you, his nose nudging against your clit. Your fingers twitch and pull at your bonds, desperate to run your hands through his dark curls, to hold him to you as he fucks you with his tongue. When your thighs begin to tremble again with another impending climax his mouth moves to seal over your clit, sucking hard as he slides two fingers into you, curling them against your walls. It brings you crashing over the edge again as you clamp down on his fingers and tremble through each wave of pleasure.

You finally fall backwards onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Your tied arms take the brunt of your weight as you groan in momentary discomfort.

"You alright, baby?" Shifting your position slightly, you give him a nod as he watches you; your arousal still shines on his lips. His eyes are dark with desire but still concerned as he observes you, checking the cause of your discomfort.

"Ye-yeah. I'm fi-oh!" You break into another moan and throw your head back against the bed as his tongue goes straight back to work against your already over-sensitive clit. His fingers slide almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in with an obscenely wet noise. One hand comes down, pinning your hips as his tongue goes back to lapping at you, his fingers keeping a fast pace thrusting into you.

"F-Fuck!" You stutter out. Your nails dig into the scarf still binding your hands, needing to hold something as your entire body trembles with overwhelming pleasure. His fingers curl inside you, pressing repeatedly against that one spot that makes you shudder with need, sharp bolts of pleasure careening through you. This time when you climax, there's no buildup, no prior warning of the approaching edge. Your orgasm slams into you out of nowhere, tearing another string of desperate curses from your lips while your entire body goes rigid as it tears through you. You feel barely conscious, dizzy with the high, panting heavily, as Poe trails soft kisses against your trembling thigh.

"So beautiful. I could watch you cum all night." He groans against your damp skin, curling his fingers once more inside you and earning a shuddering whine from your lips. It's almost too much, but you can't stop your hips lifting, trying to chase the feeling. The hand on your hip pins you down, refusing to let you move. "I want to see it again."

"I don't k-know i-if I can?" you stutter. Every nerve is on fire, and your vision is blurry with a haze of pleasure. He'd stop, if you asked him to. But you aren't sure that's what you want, not yet.

"I told you to stop talking, and you're still talking, baby." You can feel him grin against your skin before he seals his lips once more around your sensitive clit, making your whole body shake with a broken moan.

Every touch is on the verge of being too much and you no longer know up from down. All you can comprehend is the never ending pleasure coursing through you; his fingers and tongue working you through repeated shivering tides of pleasure. You try to talk, but any words you try to say come out as incoherent garbled cries when another climax crashes over you.

"That's better." Poe whispers, finally removing his mouth from you and leaning his forehead against your thigh, watching his fingers continue at a slower pace thrusting into you.

Your arms are starting to get numb from the uncomfortable position, your nerves are so sensitive, even his breath against your thigh has you trembling. You can barely take the feeling of his fingers sliding into you again.

"I… I..." You start to stutter, but he curls his fingers in a way that makes you whine, cutting off whatever you were going to say.

"P-Poe, please." You manage to get out eventually, whimpering pleadingly as you look down over your body at where he’s positioned. You don't want to stop - no, you want more, you need more. You need him buried deep inside you, you need him to fill you until you can't breathe. You need him to scream your name as he cums. If you could, you would have told him the same, but your mouth isn't working the way you want it to, so you stutter out what you can. "F-fuck me." You plead desperately.

"Thought you'd never ask, baby." His teeth graze the mark he's left on your thigh before he ever so slowly removes his fingers from you. Glancing down, you see his hand is soaked in your arousal and you suspect the bed is, too. His eyes hold yours in a steady gaze as he swipes his tongue over his palm, then around each digit individually, slowly, teasingly, making soft noises of appreciation for the taste of you. You let out a whimper. You're still so on edge that even just watching him is almost too much.

"Please." You whimper, pulling at your bonds. Your need to touch him is almost as consuming as your need for him to be inside you. Deciding his hand is sufficiently clean, he takes your arms and gently sits you up, tugging the knots out if the scarf binding you. He takes your hands, bringing them to his lips before placing a soft kiss against each wrist, giving you a moment of recovery.

"Lay down, baby." You do as he asks, sinking into the mattress and catching your breath while he strips himself of his remaining clothing. Climbing over you, he settles himself between your still-trembling thighs.

His lips capture yours in a fevered, desperate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself as his tongue darts into your mouth. Your hands slide over every part of him that you can reach, dragging your nails lightly over his skin, drawing a low moan from his throat. Another set of temporary marks for you to admire.

"Ask me again." He whispers in your ear, his lips moving down to your neck, licking and sucking at your salted skin. He takes his cock and presses it against your clit, allowing it to slide over the wetness there. You buck your hips against him with a groan. "Ask me to fuck you. I'm not going to do it ‘til you ask."

You're already trembling again as he continues to slide himself against your slick folds, and you struggle to get the words out. Your head swims from the pleasure coursing through you. Everything is too sensitive and you're already so close to the edge again with the smallest of touches.

"F-Fuck me. Poe. Fuck m-me." You manage to stutter out, lifting your hips against his as you tremble. You tangle your hands in his dark curls, pulling his lips down to yours. His tongue snakes into your mouth again as he thrusts into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him stretching your walls, filling you entirely, is too much for your over-stimulated body and you moan into his mouth, another climax crashing over you.

"Again, baby?" Poe groans, pulling away from your lips. At this point you can only whimper in response. "So fucking hot." He breathes, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming his hips hard against yours, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Fucking hot, watching you fall apart over and-fuck... over.” Poe usually likes to take his time, take things slowly, drag it out just to watch your face contort with pleasure. He likes to make you beg him to fuck you harder, faster, or to simply hold you close against him for as long as he can. But sometimes, when he's riled up, or if you've been teasing him all day, he'll let go and give you everything all at once.

This time he doesn't give you a second before his hips begin to snap against yours in a quick pace. Broken, desperate moans falling from his lips as he presses his body as close to yours as possible.

“Oh fuck!” You choke out, lifting your hips to meet his, feet digging into the bed for purchase, struggling to form the words as he slams into you and presses you down into the mattress.

Grabbing your thigh, he pulls one of your legs up high over his hip, holding it there so tightly you know his fingers will leave marks. With the change in angle, each of his thrusts hits that spot inside you that makes you scream his name in pleasure while your hands claw at him. It's too much and your vision starts to blur. Your words are slurred with pleasure as you incoherently babble a mixture of curses and chants of his name.

"Bet the w-whole fucking base can h-hear you." Poe growls and stutters, his thrusts becoming mistimed and messy. His hand leaves your thigh to slide between your sweat drenched bodies, pressing two fingers against your sensitive clit. "Cum with me. That’s a-an o-order." You didn't think you could, but somehow your body wants to obey without question and you spiral into another climax. Your nails dig into his back, your walls clamping down around him, your whole body trembling as the orgasm rips through you.

The whole world stops for a moment and you can't form any coherent thoughts. Every bone feels like it's turned to liquid. Every nerve is on fire and the blood that had been rushing and pounding in your ears suddenly seems to fall entirely silent. You lose all sense of time and feeling, momentarily lost in the never ending peak of pleasure. You hear a shout of your name as Poe reaches his own climax, emptying himself into you with stuttered thrusts.

When your senses eventually return, he’s already collapsed beside you, nuzzling your neck and placing soft kisses against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your hip.

"Still think things are more fun on your own?" He whispers softly. You let out a shaky laugh.

"Never is." You turn your head to press a soft kiss to his damp curls as he continues to bury his face in your neck. "Are you still annoyed I gave you a love bite?"

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes flickering over your face. You know he's admiring the way your eyes are half shut, your lips swollen from kisses, your hair tousled. He's told you before, this is his favourite look. Nothing else seems to compare to seeing you after he's entirely taken you apart.

"No. I never mind you marking me as yours. Although, maybe next time, we put it somewhere less obvious." He finally answers, before a smirk twitches across his lips. "Besides, given how loud you were screaming, I think tomorrow everyone will have forgotten about me and have someone else to make fun of."

You groan, throwing your hands over your face. "I'm never leaving this room again." Poe laughs and returns to nuzzling your neck while allowing a comfortable silence to envelope you while he holds you close. You let out a contented sigh as your eyes drift closed. Maker, your body is exhausted.

"Don't go to sleep." He whispers, breaking the quiet moment. Sitting up, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I mean it. Don't go to sleep.”

"You're so bossy." You grumble, fighting against the tiredness as your eyes refuse to open again. "You've always been so bossy."

“I’m not done with you yet.” He whispers, taking your bottom lip and tugging it gently with his teeth.

“I don't think I can go again for a while.” You giggle honestly as he takes to peppering soft kisses across your jaw.

"Not that. You can have more of that later. I have a surprise for you." That makes you crack one eye open to look at him. Poe stops kissing you and props himself up on his elbow, grinning down at you with a childlike excitement. That has your interest peaked, but not enough to make your body work to leave the bed.

"Can you bring it here?” You ask. Poe shakes his head, his curls falling across his forehead with the movement. Automatically, you brush a hand through them, pushing them back off his face.

“Nope. You have to go to the present.” He grins at you expectantly, waiting for you to be excited, too.

"Hmm… Is it a loathcat? I'm not getting up if it's not." Experimentally, you shift one leg, but the effort is exhausting and you close your eyes again, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

"No." Poe laughs. "Still working on that one for you. I promise, you'll like this just as much, sweetheart. Please?" You let out a dramatic sigh and force both eyes open. Like you can say no when he asks so sweetly.

"You're lucky I love you, Dameron"

~

Later, when Poe had finally managed to coax you out of bed, you were trekking through the trees in the early evening light, his hands covering your eyes. You giggle as he nudges you another few steps forward with his body. Stumbling forward, your feet catch in the undergrowth.

"Where are we going?" You laugh, raising your hands in front of you in an attempt to steady your steps.

"You'll see when we get there. Stop asking." He sighs, nudging your feet forward with his boot when you pause again. “Keep going.”

"Poe?" He sighs in response, no doubt knowing exactly what's about to come out of your mouth since you've been asking since you left the room. "Where are we going?"

"If my hands weren't busy…" he leaves the threat hanging in the air and heat surges through you in response, your mind reeling with thoughts of what else his hands would be doing. You decide to push him just a little, to see exactly what he had in mind for those hands.

"Where are we going?" You tease again.

"Stop. No, really, stop.” Poe laughs in your ear while he holds you back by your head as your body continues forward. Laughing, you stagger to a stop, your hands flailing for a moment as you regain your balance.

"Are you ready?" He asks. You're already raising your hands to his and trying to pull them off your eyes. Poe holds steady, ignoring your attempts at moving him.

"Yes! I'm ready." You giggle, still fighting to pull his hands away. "Poe. Stop dragging this out." You tug at his hands harder and eventually, he lets you pull them down. Blinking against the fading evening light, you allow the world to come back into focus. The trees whisper quietly in the evening breeze as you look up at the X-Wing hidden within the planet's foliage.

"I know most girls prefer flowers, but…" Poe trails off quietly, waiting for your reaction.

When he had taught you to fly, the tandem X-wing had been a wreck to say the least. Filthy and scratched. Every flying lesson he had given you, you'd complained about the state of it, and no amount of cleaning ever seemed to make it less dirty. It had been lucky to make it out after most of the fleet had been destroyed and even then the damage had been near irreparable. It had been dragged here only to be used for salvageable parts.

But now it stood infront of you, almost as good as new. You take a few steps forward and standing on your toes, you reach up to trace your fingers against the orange stripe, painted down the side of the ship. The amount of work that must have been put into fixing it makes tears burn your eyes.

"Poe… did you do all this? Is this where you’ve been all the time?" You whisper, not trusting your voice to hold steady.

"As much as I could. The whole squadron's been helping, and not all the time. But some of it, yes." You can hear the relief and the smile in his voice as your fingers press against the metal, swallowing your tears before you turn to face him. Before you have a chance to speak, Poe holds up his hands.

"I know what you're going to say. That you're a competent pilot now all by yourself. I mean, you've had the best teacher in the galaxy, so of course you are. And I know you have a ship already. But, I hope sometimes..." Poe pauses, taking a breath before he continues in his rambling. "Sometimes, I hope you'll still want to fly with a co-pilot. You know, even though you don’t really need me now and -”

"You're right. I am a good pilot all by myself now, and I doubt that has anything to do with my teacher. That, Poe, is just pure natural skill." You cut him off, grinning at his unimpressed expression. "But here's what you don't know. I always want to fly with my co-pilot." Making your way back to him, you throw your arms around his neck. "I always miss flying with you.” You smile, pressing your lips to his. Poe wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he kisses you back, soft and slow, taking his time to kiss every part of your mouth.

“Good. Because I miss flying with you, too.” He admits when you pull apart, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and pulling you into a tight hug. He cuddles you quietly for a moment, placing soft kisses to your hair. "Better than a loathcat?"

"Close. But no." You smile and squeeze him tight as you cuddle. "But close."

"It's been a while since you flew this type of ship. I might need to show you how to handle the controls again?" There's a mischievous edge to his voice that makes you smile, your own plan forming.

Letting him go, you step back, reading the confusion in his eyes at your actions. "Hmm, new suggestion." You counter with a grin, gently pressing your hands to his chest and forcing him to walk backwards until he's backed up against one of the trees. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you look up at him as you lick your lips. "How about first we deal with that apology I owe you?"

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Further reading in this series: A Sincere Apology Strike Three A Sincere Apology spelling (from Poe's POV) Strike Three flying lesson (from Poe's POV) Strike Three test (from Poe's POV)

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BSD Poe x short(4”11) female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff oneshot

Reader has the ability to turn into a black cat.

Black Cat in the Rue Morgue

Soulmate AU

Character: Poe x short fem!reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Thanks for requesting and for your patience. I haven't written a soulmate AU before so I actually did some research on it and hopefully it pays off. I hope that this is what you wanted and have a pleasant day/night!

The sun was now setting and dipped itself into Yokohama's waters letting it's light drip onto the water's surface. Book in hand, raccoon on his shoulders with a pen in the other hand Poe is lost in his thoughts. The outside world doesn't exist. There is nothing but the various ideas for his novel running through his head and softness of fur against the back of his neck and head.

He jots down a few things that he could elaborate on later. The room is dyed in the color of honey and wine as the fading warmth of the sunset creates a sense of comfort. The side of his face illuminated by the gentle golden color.

Karl suddenly jumps off his shoulders and Poe's startled. His eyes wide, 'How long has it been?' he takes in his surroundings and realizes it's already sunset and soon night will fall upon Yokohama.

Poe gets up, closes his book and stretches with a sickening cracking sound erupting from his back, indeed how long has it been? He looks down to where Karl is sitting on the floor and he reaches to ruffle the fur on his head before leaving the room.

He makes a cup of tea for himself once he's in the kitchen and stares out the window. The sleeve of his shirt slides up a bit as Poe tilts his cup to take a sip, a small scarlet mark of a feline like figure on the underside of his wrist becomes visible. It's always been there but he brushed it off, that was until he came across various articles, theories and fiction books about "soulmates". And he can't help but wonder 'Is there really someone out there who'd love me? Do I have a soulmate? Or is it just a meaningless mark?'

Sometimes he'd think it's preposterous while other times he'd genuinely love that idea. But he always blushes straight after, to imagine spending such intimate moments with someone, to hold their hand, to hold them, to share a meaningful smile...it's really a beautiful thought.

Poe sets his cup down on the counter before adjusting his coat and making his way to the front door of the spacious house and opens it. He peeks through the gap between the door frame and from where he's opened making sure there are no people out at the moment and he sighs a breath of relief. Stepping out into the quiet evening he takes a walk along a specific quiet and peaceful street he likes. Evening and night are the only times he'll ever make it outside the comfort of his home without having an anxiety attack.

As he walks down the pavement a rustling noise can be heard in an alleyway which he is just about to pass. He freezes and the hair on the back of his neck stands up. From the corner of his eye he sees a dark shadow on the floor approaching which makes him panic, "P-Please don't attack me or anything, I really don't have any valuables that you'd wa-" he cut off his sentence as he felt something rub against the bottom of his leg.

Immediately he drops to his knees and buries his face in his hands, "Okay, okay I'll surrender!" he yelps. "..." Nothing. He dares to turn his head towards his left and relief washes over him, a panic stricken face now softens, "Oh, silly me. Always panicking for no good reason." He now looks at a black cat which has it's head tilted to the side out of confusion.

It was the norm for you to roam around the city at night either because you couldn't sleep or you just liked the atmosphere. If someone happened to be walking by and you felt a curious sense of playfulness then you'd just go up and show them some cat-like affection. However, out of all the times you had done so this had never happened. "How cute." he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. He reached out to pet the spot atop your head.

'No wonder why cats like this.' was your thought. "I don't see any collar or anything signifying you belong to someone." he said aloud placing his forefinger on his chin. "I can't just leave you here alone, hmm and Karl would have a playmate if I took you back with me...oh but do raccoons and cats get along? They could possibly..." as he rambled on you wondered if this was a good time as any to scram or reveal that you're actually a human who has the ability to turn into a cat, specifically a black one.

You slowly backed away and he noticed. "Oh no don't be scared!" he reaches his hands out to you. Ah, he seemed like such a nice person, a gentle person. You couldn't just leave like that, now could you? A ribbon of grey spun around you with various kanji on it. A bright light flashed and Poe freezes with his hands which wanted to reach out to you. His eyes widen once he sees the sight in front of him and questions everything he knows. His mouth agape.

"Hi." you said shyly whilst dusting your attire. "...you..." he still kneeled on the ground, frozen. You felt nervous but thought that after what he just witnessed it'd be necessary to tell him about yourself. "Uhm, okay I know you think this is weird but there's this thing called abilities and my ability is to turn into a black cat..." you sped through your words while fiddling with your thumbs.

Now he understands. Of course he knows what abilities are. "Oh. Ah, don't worry I know what abilities are. I have one myself." he says standing up, now realizing just how short you are. You look up, "Wait, you do as well?" a certain spark of curiosity in your eyes, I guess having a cat ability allows you to have the same characteristics of a cat. His cheeks have a faint red color on them, you look cute when you're curious.

"Y-Yes, it's called Black Cat in the Rue Morgue." "What a coincidence." you giggle. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs contently, "Yes it is. It allows me to transport my readers into my books." "Oh, you're a writer!?" another spark of curiosity in your eyes. He internally smiled at your apparent excitement, "Yes I am. Ah! Excuse my rudeness, my name is Edgar Allan Poe but you can just call me Poe if you'd like."

A smile adorned your face and you introduced yourself too. "I'm sorry about startling you earlier, I promise you I'm no cat burglar." He blinks and after a moment you both laugh at the little pun made and the situation itself. "I don't think such an innocent looking being could ever do such a thing." he blushes as he says those words and you do too.

He takes a look at his surroundings and back at you. "W-Would you...like to uh join me for a stroll? I was planning on going t-to this cafe that's opened til late?" You look up and smile while silently thinking his stuttering is rather cute. "Sure." The walk there was peaceful and enjoyable, every three seconds he would glance at you and a lingering question would be on his mind but he brushes it off. He tries to get to know you despite his nervousness and he succeeds. Even if it's just the little things such as your favorite color, where you live, if you have any pets.

You both finally reached the cafe and took a seat, he was gentleman about pulling your seat out for you and such. The only part he dreaded was ordering, that anxiousness that would bubble up in his chest made his mouth go dry and he's at a loss for words. The barista comes about and asks if you'd both like to order anything, a simple coffee/latte was fine for you. Poe looked pale and tugged on the front of his shirt. You worried if he was okay but he eventually ordered something to drink off the menu and a sigh of relief escaped him once he was done talking.

"You okay?" His eyes widens as he finally looks up at you again, "Yes. Yeah I'm fine, no need to worry. I just..." he looks down again while rubbing the back of his neck, his hair falling over his eyes. "I'm just really shy if you could say that. Or perhaps i just have social anxiety." he let out a nervous chuckle while lifting his head to smile at you. A giggle escapes you, "I think it's cute." He's taken aback but only because he's not used to being complimented and his face turns red.

The orders are served and the barista bows and leaves again. A light-hearted conversation flitters between you two and Karl comes up somewhere in the conversation, Poe saying that he'd love to let you see him. You tilt your cup to take a sip of your drink and the sleeve of your shirt rides up a bit, revealing a portion of your wrist. Poe is taking a sip too and his eyes flutter over your figure.

His eyes widen once he catches sight of the scarlet mark on your wrist and he chokes. "A-Are you okay?" you put your cup down and panic slightly. "Y-Yes I'm fine." he replies adjusting himself.

"Can I ask you something?" curiosity now lacing his voice. "Sure, go ahead."

"Have you always had that red feline-like mark on your wrist?" You look at the mark and reply that it's always been there, indeed. "I think it's because of my ability but I'm not really sure. Perhaps it's a birthmark." He smiles. "Perhaps it is." Is this what he thinks it is? No...he couldn't possibly just jump to conclusions, but certainly what a coincidence it was. The exact same mark on both your wrists and a meeting like this? A beautiful coincidence it was.

"Why do you ask?" you tilt your head to the side much as you did when you were a cat. And if he didn't think you were any cuter now he'd be damned. "Oh no, just asking." he gives a closed eyes smile.

'Soulmates. How fascinating.' he thinks while smiling at you as you take another sip of your coffee/latte. His eyes wander again to the scarlet mark on your wrist.

And the plot thickens.

[luminouspoes]

until the poets run out of rhyme

pairing: poe dameron x f!reader (modern au)

summary: poe and the reader go out for drinks with their friends, but soon have to make a detour in their evening plans. (based on the prompt: if you want to leave, we can)

word count: 4k ~

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sensory overload

You curl and uncurl your feet, burying your toes into the plush of your carpet, gnawing on your bottom lip as you stare at the dress on your bed. In just under an hour, your long-time best friend Poe Dameron will be showing up to pick you up to take you to Maz’s for drinks with Snap, Jess, Kare and Sura to celebrate Sura’s most recent journalism award. 

You aren't as close to them as you are to Poe - they were more his group of friends rather than your shared one of him, Finn and Rey - but they’d welcomed you with warm arms long ago, much like how your group of friends - Kaydel, Beaumont and Rose - welcomed Poe.

Which means that you really want to go to Maz’s bar and enjoy drinks with him, his friends, and celebrate Sura’s big moment because you know how much ass she kicks at her job and just how hard she's worked to get where she is today. But familiar icy ribbons of anxiety have coiled in your gut, spilling up and twisting around your heart at the idea of going out.

You close your eyes, breathing out slowly. Briefly, you remember something Poe once said, half as a joke, half as a genuine reassurance to himself, and you mumble it out loud to yourself in the empty room, “Happy beeps. You can do this.”

It doesn’t erase your anxiety, but the memory of your best friend is enough to bring a sense of comfort to you, and you grab the dress with a gentle smile on your lips to get dressed. The skirt flares out at your knees, and is a deep shade of red, with a sheer neck and sleeves. It’s comfortable, and once you add a pair of flat heeled ankle boots to the look, you think you’re just about ready.

You grab your purse and duck out of your bedroom into your living room, stopping by the bookcase to make your decision on which book to take. Finn and Rey were at first baffled by this trait of yours (then immediately started joking about how you really were perfect for Poe), but you never left home without a book within reach. Most of the time, you didn’t actually get a chance to even read it, but knowing you had one...helped your nerves. It was like carrying a miniature hug in your purse.

It took you longer than you expected to land on a decision: by the time you’re shoving your selected paperback into your purse, there’s a familiar knock on the door. Your heart does a quick somersault in your chest, and you bound to the door. You peer out the peep-hole, to see Poe standing in the hallway, waving a cheeky hello in your direction.

You grin as you unlatch the door, opening it with a swing. Your greeting flees from your mind as you take in the sight of him. It’s not so different from his usual attire, but he’s ditched his usual tee-shirt and beat-up leather flight jacket for a black button-up and black leather jacket. The jeans, however, are the same.

“Wow,” Poe breathes, beating you to the compliment as he gawks at you. “You look...really pretty.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you duck your head, giving a slight twirl so the skirt will flare out around you as you spin. When you come back to a stop in front of him, Poe’s still got that gobsmacked expression on your face that sends butterflies soaring in your gut. “You think?”

“I know,” Poe affirms, composing himself. “You ready for this?”

You nod once, “Just let me get my purse, I forgot it on the counter. You can come in, you know. You don’t have to wait outside every time, you’re not a vampire.” You don’t look behind you as you move through your apartment, but you hear the door click behind Poe as he follows.

“I could be, you don’t know for sure.” Poe calls. 

You bark a laugh as you pull your purse over your shoulder, twisting to face him as he crosses the room to you. “Mhm, I’ve seen you doing your hair in the mirror before, you have a reflection. You love the sunlight, and you always eat the garlic bread I make when we have dinner parties.” 

“I could be a recent vampire?” Poe tries with a lopsided smile, and you giggle again. His eyes light up at the sound; he loves hearing your laugh but especially loves it when he’s the cause of it. He’ll be purposely ridiculous for it any day of the week. “Got your book?” 

You pull it from your bag to show him the cover, and he clicks his tongue appreciatively, “Good taste.” 

"I always have good taste in books.”

Poe hums in response, taking a step closer to you. Moments like these come easily, where the rest of the world just...fades away until it’s just the two of you. It drives your friends up a wall, but you couldn’t care less when Poe looks at you like you’re his whole world and his lips are quirked up in a little bit of a smirk as he banters back. “I don’t know about,” he says in a low tone, dragging his gaze from the cover back up to your face and you swear for just a moment he pauses on your lips, "you like horror novels.”

Your heart thundering against your ribcage for a much different reason now, you fight to keep your eyes in a safe zone. The way he’s looking at you makes every possible response you could normally think of fly right out of your mind, as your mouth goes dry. Finally, you take another step forward, challenging him with a smirk of your own, "That’s because I’m not afraid to read them like some people, Dameron.”

“I’m not afraid,” Poe protests automatically, the argument a familiar one, but neither of you are really focused on running through the motions of it right now.

The room seems to crackle with energy and potential around you, and part of you so desperately wants to take that leap, but the other half is terrified that if you do, then you’ll lose this magic, this friendship you’ve nurtured with Poe for the last five years. So you dip your head at the last second, folding first. 

Breaking out of his own trance, Poe takes a slight step back before he holds out his arm to you, “Ready?”

There’s that spike of nerves again, but you brave through it, nod once and loop your arm through his. “Let’s rock and roll,”  you hesitate just a moment as you think of the moment before and how easily the two of you still managed to fall into each other’s personal space again. Maybe you really don’t have anything to worry about. “Oh and Poe?”

“Yeah?” He asks as you step out into the hallway, cocking his head towards you.

“You look pretty wow too,” you tell him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. 

-

It goes well, for the most part. The others grabbed a booth in the corner of the bar, placing you away from the brunt of the noise and crowd. You knew this wasn’t a coincidence: Snap, Kare, Jess and Sura were always accommodating for your anxiety, and it wasn’t as though they didn’t have their own to contend with either. 

Poe leads you to the booth with a hand on the small of your back, a wide grin on his face as he nears his friends. You drink in the sight of his joy, as you do every time you meet up with them, in between reunion hugs with everyone. Then, the two of you settle into one side of the booth, you at the wall and Poe sliding in next to you, his arm winding around behind you on the back of the seat, as he always did, but you surprise him by keeping one hand on his thigh the entire time. 

The conversation comes easily between the six of you, laughter flooding through the corner as you knock back cheers for Suralinda’s accomplishments. By the time you’re halfway through your first (and only) drink, you’ve nearly forgotten about your apprehension. 

It comes back quickly before you hit the bottom of the glass when a new, far rowdier group enters the bar. They aren’t doing anything malicious, but their loud rumbles and hollers are too much combined with the rustle of silverware and clinking of glasses and the noise of the pool table and the radio blaring above, and the tv stationed by Maz’s bar.

You tense up as you try to tune out the rest of the noise to focus on your friends, but you can already feel your nerves beginning to fray, and you just want to run away to somewhere quiet, and that only frustrates you more because you want to be here, in this corner and -

“Hey,” Poe’s voice was but a concerned whisper to get your attention and it cuts through some of the haze in your mind. You turn to him, opening your mouth to...say what you have no idea, but recognition flashes behind his eyes. Poe has an incredible sense for when you’re getting overwhelmed. “If you want to leave, we can.” 

You want to protest, because you’ve barely spent any time here, but before you can, someone drops a glass from across the room and you jump at the sound. “Alright,” Poe says as he locks eyes with Jess, tilting his head toward the door and jerking his thumb in your direction as Snap, Kare and Suralinda continue their argument over a show they all watch. Jess nods in understanding, and then Poe’s standing up and offering you his hand.

You take it after a beat of hesitance, and then he guides you away from all the noise, back outside toward his car. He was one of two designated sober drivers of the night - Snap being the other one.

You slide into the passenger seat, Poe closing the door behind you, before coming around to sit in the driver’s seat. He twists around to face you. He wants to reach out for you, but he knows sometimes touch can make things worse when you’re overwhelmed. “Better?” he asks.

“Yeah, thank you. Sorry for messing up the evening.” You tilt your head back against the seat-rest, eyes closing with exhaustion. This is far from the first time you’ve all had to cut an evening short or take a breather from things, but still...you were hoping tonight would go by smoothly for the celebration.

“You didn’t mess anything up,” Poe assures you, giving you a pained look that you miss. He hates how you blame yourself for things that aren’t even your fault, how you seem to think taking care of you is some horrible burden he and the others have to deal with. He can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve taken care of him when he needed it, how in the last five years, you’ve come to understand and know him in ways that so few could, that you knew exactly what to do to calm and ground him. 

How many times had you held him after he woke up from a nightmare while you were staying at his apartment, or him at yours? How many mornings had he woken up feeling safe and loved, still in your arms in the morning light? He could only hope he made you feel the same way. “We’ve all had a great time already, we got to celebrate Suralinda’s big moment, and if you want, when you’re ready, we can go back in for more fun - and if you’re not up for that, then that’s okay, too.”

You exhale deeply, focusing on his words and the sincerity behind them. You know it’s true - really, you do. You know it’s not as big of a deal as your brain is trying to make it out to be, you know that your brain can lie to you, make shit up that simply isn’t true to make you feel alone, but sometimes it’s hard to rationalize through that, sometimes it’s hard to remember what’s true and what isn’t.

But Poe knows that.

You turn your head to face him; Poe’s half washed in golden light from an overhead streetlight, half cloaked in shadows, and the smile on his lips is rueful. You don’t know how you lucked out at having such an amazing best friend in your life, but you’re suddenly choked up with some soft, overpowering emotion as you realize - not for the first time - how much he means to you.

You duck your head. “Thank you, for always having my back.”

Poe reaches out for you, catching your wrist lightly and his touch burns in the most wonderful way as he grazes his palm down over yours, interlocking your fingers together. “Thank you for the same,” he tells you, before adding with a lopsided smile, “what are best friends for, right?”

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling from your lips before you can help it, and you echo his words in agreement, “What are best friends for?” 

-

You head back into Maz’s long enough to say goodbye to everyone and congratulate Sura again, and then you’re climbing back into Poe’s car. You kick off your shoes into the floorboard, tucking one leg under you as Poe offers to drive you around town to help clear your head.

Most nights when you’d go on drives like this, the car would be filled with songs from your favorite playlist and the sound of you and Poe singing along to them. However, tonight it’s filled with a gentle silence occasionally broken by Poe filling it with stories from work that week: he worked at Alderaan Books, a small mom and pop store that’d been a staple in the town for years. It was run by the gentle powerhouse of a woman, Leia Organa, who’d inherited it from her parents Bail and Breha. 

Alderaan Books was entirely the reason why you even had Poe in your life. When you moved into town five years before, you’d decided to familiarize yourself with the various shops and stuff. Eventually, a storm had caught you, and the bookshop was the nearest dry place within quick walking distance. You’d burst inside, shivering and soaked from head to toe, and then there was Poe: with black as midnight curls and twinkling eyes and a soft, friendly smile as he offered you a towel to dry off with.

You’d spent the rest of the afternoon in the shop, talking with him - because of the storm, you were pretty much the only customer there - getting to know him. By the time he was offering you a cup of coffee and a book recommendation, you knew Alderaan Books and Poe Dameron would become an important part of your life here in this town, and you hadn’t been wrong.

Eventually, he’s turning down the road that leads to his apartment and you feel the rest of the tension in your body deflate. You didn’t fancy the idea of going back to your own apartment, empty and quiet as it was, after tonight. Which Poe would’ve known because you’ve asked to stay with him after being overwhelmed for that exact reason before; still, something warm stirs in your chest as he does so instinctively. 

He does spare a glance at you, to double check if that’s alright, and you give him a grateful nod, reaching out to squeeze his hand. He twists his so that your palms are flush against each other, and he interlocks your fingers together.

(He wishes he could pull your hand up to his lips, press a kiss to your knuckles, and maybe in another life, he could. But in this one, he doesn’t).

You’re both practically leaning against each other as you walk up the stairs to his apartment, your shoes in your hand, as Poe tells you about a book he’d found in their stock that he thought sounded up your alley. This was, in a way, a love language for the two of you: sharing music and books were as much a staple in your relationship as your banter and lack of personal space.

As you reach his door, Poe’s still describing the plot as detailed on the back cover as he unlocks it to let you in. You smile gratefully at him as he holds it open for you, letting you in first. Immediately, you look around the living room to see if you can spy Poe’s beloved cat, Beebee, but he doesn’t seem to be in the room - probably curled up on one of Poe’s bookshelves in his bedroom, since that was one of Beebee’s favorite haunts.

You collapse onto Poe’s couch as he heads to the kitchen to start boiling some water in the electric kettle. You sit your ankle boots neatly between the space between the couch and the little table beside it, and then crash back against the soft pillows. 

“Why is your couch so comfortable?” You call to the kitchen. Poe leans out from the window frame that bridges the kitchen to the living room, his curls falling haphazardly over his brow at the sudden movement.

“Because I have excellent taste,” he reminds you, before he pulls his body back into the kitchen. The ridiculousness of the man that is your best friend makes you laugh, and you slowly haul yourself from the comfort of the cushions to pad to the kitchen. You’re still a little worn out from the evening, but there’s a quiet thrum of energy in you now that you’re somewhere that feels safe and cozy.

He’s pouring water into two different mugs for you both, tea tags hanging loosely at their sides. Your heart warms as you realize he’s pulled out your favorite mug - a dull orange one that you always used for tea, because you’d unconsciously adapted a system at his house and had a different mug for coffee and tea - from the cabinet. When Poe turns around, there’s a gentle smile on his face as he motions at the mugs. “They’ll be done in about four minutes,” he announced unnecessarily, because you knew how long it took for his favorite brand of tea to steep. 

Wordlessly, you pull your phone from your dress’ pocket, and pull up your music player. You press the shuffle button and sit the phone down on the counter, letting the room fill with soft tunes as you wait for your tea, leaning against the counter and letting your head roll back and forth.

Poe’s hand skims down your arm, leaves goosebumps in his wake, “You feeling better?”

“Yeah, I am. Just kind of restless now, you know?” 

“Well,” Poe drawls out, his eyes flicking over to your phone and back at you, a mischievous smile lighting up his handsome features, “we’ve got some time...and you so helpfully gave us a soundtrack,” he presses his hand over his heart and gives you a small bow, flourishing that same hand out to you in offering, “would you allow me this dance, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks warm, a smile rising to your own face and you accept his hand. “I’d like that a lot.” 

He tugs you closer to him, linking both your hands together, and you both begin to dance around the kitchen - clumsy, dorky movements that follow the beat of an Abba song, laughing each time one of you bump into each other or step on each other’s feet. Eventually, you collide against each other, still swaying and bouncing to the music, and you rest your head against Poe’s shoulder.

As the first song fades out, your shuffle immediately begins the next — which just so happens to be “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. Poe shifts into a slower dance and you follow his lead. He presses his nose against the side of your head, and you can feel his breath against your earlobe as he begins to murmur the lyrics of the song.

Like earlier in your apartment, the air between you grows weighted. This isn’t just him singing along to a song, the way he’s reciting the lyrics feels like a confession: a gentle one, one that you could easily ignore if you wanted to - and a thrill of anticipation thrums under your skin as you realize you don’t want to ignore it. You’re not sure you’ve ever known someone so beautiful before: not just in appearance, but in soul. He practically radiates light and love, a constant source of warmth and sunshine in your life that you’ve come to rely on. You can’t imagine life without him: he’s who you picture beside you whenever you think of the future: late night car rides with him, bickering together in the kitchen, cuddling on the couch reading together. He’s your best friend, he’s -

You swallow hard. He’s more than that. You want him, more than anything, and it’s suddenly imperative that he knows that.

“Our tea should be done,” Poe says when the song comes to a close, pulling back to search your eyes for your reaction. 

“They were done by the time Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! ended, Poe.” 

“So they’re really strong cups of tea now,” Poe offers with a lopsided smile. His hands have found a home on your waist, and their warmth seeps through the fabric of your dress. When you still don’t move out of his arms, but rather shift closer to him, placing your hand on his cheek, his breath hitches just slightly before he says your name.

“Yeah?”

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, like he’s internally debating something. Finally, he whispers, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” you reply as you run your thumb along his cheekbone. You lean up on your tiptoes, searching his gaze for any signs of hesitance at your closeness, then you finally ask what you’ve wanted to for a fucking long time: “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Poe replies but he doesn’t move any closer to you, instead just asks, “You sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you tell him lowly and the heated look he gives you in return, paired with a dazzling smile you want to remember for as long as you live, is enough to give you the courage you need to crash your lips against his.

He gathers you up in his arms to draw you closer, a warm expansive hand sliding up your spine,to cradle the back of your neck as his other hand grips your hip, fingers bunching around the fabric of your dress. You move your hand from his cheek up into his curls, dragging your fingers through them experimentally, dragging a hum from low in his throat that you want to pull from him again.

You move forward, intending to nudge him back against the kitchen counter, but Poe has other plans, and at the last second, he spins you around so that the counter presses against your back as he presses flush against you. He pulls away from your mouth to pepper kisses everywhere he can reach: your brow, the tip of your nose, your eyelids, your jawline, and finally, your neck, where he stops and stays, burying his face in the crook of it as you hold him against you as you try to catch your breath.

Eventually, with one last brush of his lips against your skin, he straightens and fixes you with a bashful expression. You loop your arms around his neck, smiling up at him, feeling warm and happy. “Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He leans down again, and when your lips meet a second time, you can feel his smile pressed against your own, as he murmurs, “I love you too.”

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Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 3

Summary: Roman feels his age

Note: squint at the implied smut…but this just angst and fluff

Roman turned off the dryer and was running a comb through his hair, when he spotted it. Going over to the door, he silently closed it.

Leaning in close, he glanced and didn’t see it. His heart began to pick up speed. Moving so he was practically climbing the black marble of the counter he found the one gray strand. Biting his bottom lip, he plucked it.

He stood back and looked at himself. He moved his head from side to side. No other ones stood out.

As annoyance filled him, making him flushed with anger. He grabbed his aftershave and patted some on his cheeks. Then he realized he could have some there too. He looked at the prickles of growth there as well.

“Roman?” Your voice called from the other side of the door.

“Yes!” His voice sounded like he was being strangled. He cleared his throat.

“Are you ok?” He could hear your concern.

“I’m fine,” He eyed the door and the handle.

“I will meet you downstairs.”

“Don’t be long, I’ll miss you!” You giggled lightly.

Your light mood cooled some of his annoyance, but it also distracted him. He tried to think. “Order me my usual!” He called out.

“Ok, I will!”

He could hear the clicking of your heels as you left. He could imagine the swish of your dress, the way your feet were your shoes. You were so young, so lovely and he was going gray. He had already known there would be a time when his age would come into play between the two of you, but it’s serious now. His annoyance came back as he brushed his teeth. He looked his face over, happy with it. At least his age wasn’t showing there.

There were no wrinkles, except when he smiled. Well, he didn’t mind those.

Dropping his towel, he walked into his closet. He grabbed a pair of fresh boxers. He remembered how you and Victor went shopping before things had locked down. This was one of the things you had grabbed, he smiled.

He had only really begun to smile because of you. It didn’t help that your smile and even more your laugh could be quite infectious.

He pulled on his dress shirt. Eyeing his cufflinks, he settled on a pair of his favorites.

He thought back, damn that was already going on a bit for the pair of you. That virus stole a year of fun and excitement from you two. But he had learned so much about you, and faced a lot of his demons.

Slipping on his socks followed by the very finely threaded slacks, his outfit for tonight was almost complete. Having looped and fastened his belt, he was beginning to feel better.

Grabbing just the right suit jacket for this look he paused. He had this one for a while. It was one of the first ones he wore when meeting you.

Reaching for his phone he dialed his groomer.

To Franco: Need an appointment tomorrow. ASAP.

Franco: You are not due for two weeks, Roman.

To Franco: I can’t wait till then.

Franco: How is eleven am?

To Franco: Good. Bring dye and the straight razor?

Franco: I thought you were enjoying your naturally dark coloring.

He had till the fucking gray.

To Franco: Just bring it.

Franco: Ok, Roman. See you then.

Roman slipped back into the bathroom. Should he wear shades tonight? He slipped on a pair. He sighed, then grimaced at his own reflection. He took the shades off and slipped them into his pocket.

*****

He slipped on his face mask as the music from the club began to greet him. He smiled underneath it as he saw that now a few weeks into being open, the stream of people coming to have a good time was steady. Seeing him, people parted and made room for him. He smiled and nodded.

He saw you speaking with someone. Your mask off since you were in a safe place. The smile across your face was as lovely as ever. The person met his eyes, they shared a nod and walked away. He came over to you and slipped off his mask.

“You look lovely.” He smiled. And you did, the dress hung just right and the heels added that little bit of height, which made it easier for him to enjoy whiffs of your perfume.

You returned the smile. “Thank you, Romy.” You gestured to the person, who walked over their own booth where they sat with friends possibly, Roman wondered. “They hired me to make a piece for their boutique.”

He rose an eyebrow, watching them whisper something to someone sitting with them. “That’s a bit garish. You’re relaxing in my club and they talked business?”

“I suppose, but things have changed greatly now that we’re back.” You sighed.

“They should know better.” He quipped. “I don’t like the idea of them propositioning you while you’re here to relax.” He let a smile spread across his face as he looked over the club.

“Sadly might happen more and more.” You shrugged.

“Be careful of them. Shall we sit?”

“Of course.” You sighed. “Are you ok?”

“Why?” One of the girls brought his drink over. He took a sip.

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not. I’m going to do a round.”

“All right.”

******

You could tell something was wrong with Roman before he even made it over to you. And the closed door. What could possibly be bothering him, you wondered.

Something was up, you watched as Roman slipped his shades on. Sitting back you twirled your ring a little on your finger.

“What’s going on with Roman?”

Victor’s voice broke into your thoughts, you jumped slightly. “Victor, I swear I will never get used to your light steps.”

He chuckled.

“I don’t know. He arrived upset.”

As Roman returned, Victor went and did an opposite round.

*****

“Baby?”

“Yes?” You replied sweetly. He rather liked how the lights twinkled in your eyes tonight. He couldn’t tell you he was feeling particularly old after seeing that gray hair.

“You’re my knock out.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You have made my heart flutter tonight.”

“Oh?”

“You just command the room. So handsome and just… I don’t know but I have always loved it, always will.”

He smirked, that made him feel good. He took a longer sip of his drink. “That’s me, baby.”

“And I get to sit here and be like, that is my fiancé while I see girls drool as you walk by.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Drool huh?”

You scooted over to him. He enjoyed how your fingers felt as they squeezed his thigh. “You better believe it.” He watched as your nose twitched, followed by a glow coming over you. You leaned in close. “You’re wearing my favorite aftershave.” He could feel as you sighed. “If we were down by the pier, I’d let you take me again.”

He chuckled. A dark sense of delight filled him, knowing he had taken you in total disregard of the statues that were supposed to be revered on that pier. He had taken you, and the cries of delight he pulled from you had made him feel very good.

******

Roman, sat down and gripped the arm rests. “Tell me you were tested, and it was negative.” He barked from behind his cloth mask.

The man nodded. “Yes, of course.”

Roman relaxed a little and removed the mask that covered his nose and mouth. He swallowed alright, “Go and look.” He resigned himself to needing to finally getting his inky strands finally dyed.

Soon, he felt Franco’s fingers rove through his strands, he gritted his teeth. Their eyes met in the mirror he set up. “Roman, it must have been a fluke. There is no other gray strands.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” He pounded his fist on the armrest.

“I’m not. You had the stress of reopening. The fucking pandemic. It was bound to happen.”

“I don’t-” He stopped himself before continuing. “Fine, well then I need a trim. My edges are getting ragged.”

“Roman, it’s early like I said.”

Roman just looked at him.

He nodded silently. With a swish, the razor sliced through his strands. After the comb ran through it, he looked sharp again.

*****

A smile curled his lips as he felt your fingers entwine in his hair. He had been pouring over some maps and had not even heard your arrival.

He knew by the soft sound you made, that you were pleased with the trim. Did you get a trim today?” You whispered.

“Yes, I did.” He picked you up, your heels feels to the ground as a squeak escaped your lips.

You steadied yourself on his huge table.

“Did you meet with that guy who had the nerve to book you in my club?”

The demure appearance came over your face. “Is that really on your mind?”

“Well, I do still worry about my lovely fiancée.” He laid his hands over yours, the glimmer of the ring catching his eye.

“I like that you worry about me.” You breathed.

He easily stepped between your legs. “I always will.” His hand drifted up your skirt.

You shifted. “Roman, what if Victor and Doll Face walk in?”

He leaned in close. “We better hurry then.”

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sparks and embers - chapter 8

Characters: Poe Dameron x Original Female Character, Kylo Ren x Original Female Character

Story Tags: Explicit (18+), Canon Compliant/Divergent (Set after TLJ), First Person POV, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Porn with Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Kylo Ren hates Poe Dameron

Chapter 8 - Chaos

Words: 5.8k

Chapter Tags/Warnings: sexual references/scenes (undressing, consensual touching), mentions of medical procedures/injuries, use of canon-based weapons, enemy invasion, enemy fatalities, descriptions of severe injury, taking of a hostage

Read on AO3 or Start from the beginning

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I rushed to my quarter’s door, opening and closing it behind me in one swift action, eyes latching onto Poe's shape as he walked across the frame of the hallway. My legs weren’t quick enough as I moved down, impatient, a flurry of sparks in my abdomen beginning to crackle as embers of desire ignited into smoldering flames.

Poe glanced up instantly when he heard my hurried movement, confusion settling into his expression as I came into view.

My thoughts of dashing directly to him were momentarily on hold when I noticed the change in his appearance, wearing the clothes I had set aside for his to return to the Resistance base. Dark trousers, the calves covered by a set of heavy boots that luckily matched his size. A white cotton shirt draped by a mahogany stained leather jacket.

It was so plain, a mundane outfit for everyday wear. And it was driving me insane.

I surged forward, eyes blistering into his. He looked worried, bewildered at my purposeful expression and tense strides. But as soon as I was before him, looking up, his face millimetres from mine, he knew.

He sensed all of it bursting in the energy around me. The desire, the need, the longing I’d been holding back.

Scooping my face into his hands, Poe pressed our lips together, wasting no time with the politeness he'd executed the last instance he attempted to kiss me, slanting his lips over mine, so desperate, so hungry. I responded just as eagerly, massaging our mouths together, slipping one of my palms to his freshly shaved jaw, relishing the luxurious smell that sifted into my nose.

The softness of his lips, the heat of his exhale, it was utterly intoxicating, my fingers coiling into his still slightly dampened hair, wrenching him closer.

I needed more.

As if my thoughts were transferred to him by our connection, he moved his lips away, beginning to trail hot kisses over the line of my jaw and down my neck, as I leaned my head back to give him every ounce of exposure to my skin. His hands slid down to my torso, placed roughly at either side of my ribs, gripping tightly as the delicate touch of his lips at the line of my clavicle pulled a soft moan from my throat, feeling almost lightheaded at the pleasure it rushed through me.

The sound made him frenzied, returning to crush his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue past the boundary of my teeth, completely enraptured, almost greedy. Using his grip on my waist, I felt him begin to push me, guiding me in a haphazard walk until my lower back connected against a hard piece of furniture. The hospital bed.

In a fluid motion, he clutched my hips and hoisted me upwards, my rear perched on the edge of the mattress, a small gasp escaping at his boldness. The tightened material of my skirt held my legs annoyingly close together, impeding his clear desire to keep his body pressed to mine. Fingers snatched at the hem, impatiently pushing the fabric up my thighs, daring to expose my underwear.

Poe immediately shifted to wedge himself in between my legs, and I took the opportunity to wrap them around him, pulling him close. The height of the bed put our hips at a matching angle, allowing me to feel him, all of him, his hard arousal grinding into the thin fabric of my panties.

While our lips continued to caress each other’s with increasing fervour, an impossibly delicious groan left him, relishing the sensation of his cock pressed into me.

Oh maker, that sound is heavenly.

Instinct took control, my fingers moving blindly to find the collar of his jacket, tugging it back over his shoulders, Poe helping me to pull the leather sleeves past his wrists, refusing to let our faces disconnect. My actions weren’t nearly as graceful, scrunching my hands impatiently into the bottom of his shirt, desperate to finally get the chance to trace my fingers over his bare chest. He barely hesitated in pulling back for the second it took to tug the cotton over his head, returning to my lips again like the momentary pause left him starving for them.

I was all fire inside, searing heat lighting up my skin in the most enchanting way, the intensity only getting hotter as I snaked my arms around Poe’s torso, letting my fingers dig into the toned muscles of his back. He growled in between impassioned kisses, his hands sliding from where they had found themselves on my hips, up over my breasts, only lingering briefly. One by one, he begin to unlock the buttons of my blouse, hurriedly wanting to expose my skin to the cold air of night resting around us. Returning his previous favour, I yanked out the material tucked into my skirt, allowing him to finish pulling the last buttons apart and hastily wrench the piece of clothing away.

Feeling his fingertips run up the lengths of my arms, I could have sworn there were marks left in the shape of his movement, a crimson red pleasure burning into my skin at his touch. Our kiss had maintained its intensity, but I could sense his focus drifting towards other parts of me, a hand gliding down my chest, slipping gently into the cup of my bra, fingers squeezing at my breast tenderly before a thumb grazed lightly over the already hardened nipple.

I gasped, my head leaning back in delight, as he continued to tease the nub, his face nuzzling into my neck, brushing his lips just under my ear. The whistle of his breath sent a glittering shiver all through my nerve endings, setting my skin alight with electricity. Nails dug harder into his back, my whole body beginning to pulse with lust, radiating solely from my centre, a wetness extremely noticeable underneath my panties. And somehow, Poe read my mind again, with a hand trailing down, irritatingly slowly. I soon felt his fingers cautiously skim the inside of my thigh, testing me, possibly still waiting for me to flee.

There was no way. My regard for that pointless line I'd been so fearful to traverse was so far behind me in the horizon, I could barely sense it anymore.

I pulled back to meet his face, only to move in to gently bite his lower lip, a way to indicate I was ready, to push him to keep going. His growl was almost fierce as we connected in a kiss once more, fingers now finding their confidence to graze from the bottom of my entrance all the way up.

Even with fabric dulling the exquisite sensation, my hips jerked into his hand, legs clamping around him harder, lungs sucking in an impassioned breath. I could feel him smile under my lips, smugly enjoying the reaction one simple touch produced. Two fingers continued to brush up and down my covered slit, gauging my response as he moved, before landing on the place that made me bite back a moan.

“Don’t hold it back,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to memorise the sound.”

I could have burst into a ball of flames right then, leaving behind nothing but embers and ash. The pleasure that rippled through me at the low rumble of his voice, combined with the increased swirling of his fingers over my sweet spot, was unparalleled to anything I’d experienced before. Completely drowned in the luscious motion, equally enraptured by his touch and warm, panting breath seeping into my ear. I was already so high on the feel of him, the twitching of my thighs signifying a climbing need for release. Yet I was suddenly acutely aware of seconds ticking away too swiftly, worried at any moment this scene could be snatched away by interruption.

“We don’t have much time,” I breathed, slipping my hands to his cheeks, forcing him look at me. His eyes held mine for a single moment before his fingers increased their pace, and I was helpless but to let out a pitiful whimper.

His breath grew heavier at the sound, and when I was able to reclaim enough composure to look back into his eyes again, they were fiery, animalistic.

“I want you,” I all but begged. “I need you, right now.”

A low groan seeped from his throat, eyes clenching shut as he pushed his hardness against me once more, refusing to cease the perfect swirl of his touch. “I need to hear you tip over the edge, at least once, before I leave,” he murmured.

My mouth enveloped his moments after he spoke the words, the strength of his lust radiating harshly into me. I was defenseless against it, wanting nothing more than to give him what he desired, thrusting myself against his hand, ravenously eager for the release he craved.

Finally, he hooked a lone finger into the top of my panties, ready to pull them down.

A shrill tone echoed through the clinic.

They were here.

We were out of time.

We both shot our eyes to the door, Poe’s head whipping around after hearing the familiar sound of my door alarm.

“Frack!” he exclaimed, before snapping his face back to mine.

A longing gaze exchanged between us, shared anguish over the night we could have spent together, as the reality of distance separating our bodies for an unknown time, maybe to never meet again, came crashing down in an instant.

Within the next moment he had his fingers laced through my hair, pulling me into an ardent kiss, intimate and slow, lips moving purposefully over mine.

I tried desperately to savour the feeling of it, the taste, the smell of him, all of it, into my memory. It would never compare to this moment, yet I still grasped onto every little piece and locked the fragments into my mind.

We didn’t have the time to relish in each other anymore, the concealment of our indiscretion now immediately important before I could open the clinic door.

I moved messily to replace my blouse, brain still blurry with the sudden fall of my ascending pleasure, struggling with the buttons under the pressure of seconds ticking by. Poe plucked his shirt and jacket off the floor, shrugging them on one after the other, still looking as effortlessly handsome as before I rushed into his arms.

He held his hand out to help me off the bed and I took it gladly, stepping down with a gentle hop, shimmying down the tight fabric of my skirt as I walked to the door. Poe followed behind me, noticing in my peripheries as he held back to reposition himself, the evidence of our close contact harder for him to hide.

Taking one last moment to flatten the hair Poe had disrupted from my ponytail, I inhaled hard, focusing all my energy on the locked box hidden in the depths of my brain, covering it in as many invisible layers I could muster in the moment before opening the door.

Inquisitive faces greeted me, somehow both familiar and extremely foreign.

Finn, dark skinned and looking every bit of the typical rebel fighter, a tan pocketed jacket emblazoned with the Resistance insignia draping his torso, a blaster discretely holstered to his hip.

Rey was precisely how I imagined a young female Jedi to look, glowing sun-speckled skin with brown hair curled into three distinct buns, roughened white fabric wrapped meticulously around her petite yet strong looking frame, cinched at the waist by a thick brown strap where a silver lightsaber handle hung.

“Dr Jago?” Finn asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed in confusion.

I smiled sweetly, pretending these people hadn’t shown up in perfect time to rip Poe and I from our long-awaited entanglement. “That’s me, but please just call me Alex. You must be Finn.” I held out my hand for him to shake, and he took it strongly, face still contorted in doubt. I ignored it to greet Rey in the same fashion. “And you’re Rey, right? Poe told me you were coming.”

I tried to ignore the burning sensation of my lips, hoping they didn’t seem as swollen as they felt. She smiled just as kindly back at me, a radiance bursting from her expression so bright that I could feel it pulse into the shield I held around my shape.

She’s already so strong.

“It’s so good to meet you,” she greeted. “We’ve been told you’re to thank for saving our Commander’s life.”

“I was just doing my job,” I replied modestly, the itchy feeling of praise scratching me again.

Poe stepped into their view just as my words were spoken, pulling all of their focus with him. I slipped back to allow their joyful reunion to occur without the interruption of a stranger, each entering into an emotional hug, exclaiming how glad they were to see him alive and well. They seemed close, and it warmed me to see Poe so relieved to be in the presence of his friends.

They dived quickly into conversation, Finn and Rey describing their perilous journey here, having to navigate their way around the Indrexu Spiral, an asteroid and comet debris filled nebula separating Raxus from much of the galaxy.

As they spoke, I couldn’t help but study Rey’s face for any recognition, any single trace of suspicion connected to what I had buried away. There was nothing of note, no sliver of energy examining me. She seemed at rest, barely a fragment of attention focused in my direction.

It was towards the end of their conversing I noticed Poe glancing at me, implicating me as their topic of discussion. Finn and Rey had also looked my way, waiting for an answer.

“Sorry what?” I sputtered, broken free of my internal musings.

“The crash?” Finn repeated. “Did you see it happen?”

I shook my head, a memory of the booming sound it had made flashing in my mind. “Only the aftermath. But it was an incredibly hard collision, made the walls shake and everything.”

“And Poe hadn’t performed an emergency ejection, right?” Rey queried, significance weighing her question. It was obvious they were trying to collect some clues to the moments leading up to Poe’s accident.

“That’s right. He’d blown right through the transparisteel and landed not far from the hull. I believe it was that impact that broke his bones. His burns however, definitely occurred before that, since I’d found him in a space that hadn’t caught fire.”

Rey creased her eyebrows together. “So the X-wing was already on fire? Before it crashed?”

“That’s what we can gather,” Poe concurred while nodding to me, reiterating a conversation we’d had during our Sabbac game, when I was detailing the events from the night I found him. “Alex had already gotten me inside the clinic before the whole ship exploded, so there wasn’t really anything left to search over, to see what might have happened before I lost consciousness and crashed here.”

“Well, that pile of rubble won’t be giving us an answer anytime soon,” Finn agreed. His eyes then glanced to Poe, looking over him carefully, absorbed in his own thoughts before speaking up again. “Hey, what kind of bacta do you keep here? This guy barely looks like he’s had a dent put in him.”

Poe and Rey both shot him irritated looks.

“What? I’m just asking,” he huffed back.

I laughed cautiously. “It was decent quality bacta, I guess. I’d show you my stock but Poe’s injuries kinda cleaned me out.”

Hold on to that lie for dear life.

“It mustn’t have been that bad then? I mean, it took me two weeks soaking in a bacta coma to fix the cracks in my back. How come you got him walking within three days?”

“Finn!” Rey hissed.

Poe rolled his eyes. “Trust me. I felt the pain. It was bad,” he murmured. It still troubled him, the memory of it. I could tell in the smallest fluctuation in his voice.

Rather than retort with words I moved to find my data pad at the tech station, flicking the screen to the images of Poe’s X-rays, handing it to Finn. “Those were taken after I managed to pull the bone back under his skin,” I said curtly. I couldn’t help but feel a wash of insult come over me with his questioning. I still might have fixed that break just fine if it hadn’t caused a waterfall of blood to spurt out.

It was then a tendril of what felt like heavy smoke brushed at my skin, invisible, moving slowly over me, searching for an opening inside.

Rey had sensed the shift in my mood and was evidently trying to find the thought that caused it.

The cloud surrounded me in an instant, striving to break into the impenetrable shield.

It was time.

A moment I’d avoided for years, finally staring me in the face, here to test the defenses I'd worked so hard to build. The fog persisted to waft over, and I could feel Rey’s curiosity through the energy field she was secretly emitting. I didn’t dare look to her face, not wanting to seem as though I could sense what was happening, to give any evidence to her suspicion.

Finn had continued to look through my notes on Poe’s progress, his eyes scanning and widening as he read over the intimate details. The facts were there, with a small fabrication as to the method of mending the severed artery. I’d written that I’d managed to patch it with military grade fibrin glue, something I would never be able to afford or even have sent here in a zillion years.

But they wouldn’t know that.

It felt dirty inputting the forgery within Poe's notes, as dirty as I felt every other time I'd been forced to explain how a patient pulled through under my care. It was for their benefit, their life, but it still felt so unethical to lie.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” Finn finally asked, acknowledging the effort I had put into getting Poe back into the picture of health that stood with us.

“Coruscant, and a myriad of other planets I was sent to while stationed on hospital ships for war relief efforts.” Evidently Poe hadn’t gone into too much detail about my past, which I was grateful for.

“Well, you’re damn good, especially being so young,” Finn complimented, finally relaxing his stance. “Maybe if you were with the Resistance I wouldn’t have been in a bacta bubble for so long.”

I let my lips curl into an awkward smile. “I’m sure I would have done no better than the doctors there.”

“You sure? We could really use-”

“Finn,” Poe stopped, chuckling. “Don’t try the spiel on her. She’s not interested.” He gave me a comforting look, and it made me desperately want to turn back time, just to find myself in his arms again once more.

Finn shrugged, and turned to look at Rey, as I used the opportunity to peek at her face. Her head was tilted in subtle confusion, instantly knowing it was due to my shield holding strong against the inquisitive mist that wished to search through my mind. When my eyes drifted to hers it retracted, the intense haze promptly recoiling back into her body.

“Shouldn’t we get going?” Finn posed, raising his hand to pat Poe on the arm. “We’ve got orders to get our Commander back ASAP.”

Rey nodded, focused back onto the current circumstance. “Right,” she agreed, looking to Poe's tense expression. “Let’s get you home. Leia’s waiting for you.”

I felt the blood drain from my face, a cold shock fizzling in my bones. I had no willpower available to prevent myself from fixing my gaze to Poe's face, watching as he immediately glared back, a similar distress glowing in his irises.

“BB-8!” he suddenly yelled. “We can’t leave without him.”

His friends were in agreement, quickly realising the droid had yet to make his entrance.

“Oh! He’s, uh, in my quarters,” I mumbled, recalling I’d closed the door behind me with him still inside. “He barged in while you were in the ‘fresher.”

An immense awareness overcame Poe’s face, realising exactly what his little robot friend had done.

I motioned my head towards the hallway. “Let’s go retrieve him, and we can get your things from the office while we’re at it.”

He was responsive to the hidden meaning behind my request, explaining quickly to Finn and Rey, “We’ll be right back.”

He was at my heels, following me down the hallway, before I turned quickly into the darkened study, both of us slipping behind the door and clicking it shut. I was suddenly pressed against the wall, hands grasping at my waist as Poe’s lips found mine in the shadowed blackness. I kissed him urgently, clawing my fingers into his jacket to pull him closer.

This was it, our secret goodbye.

“He showed you,” Poe said softly after pulling away, forehead leaning into mine. I opened my lids, his eyes only barely visible by the subtle illumination afforded from the rim of the entryway.

“Only the important things,” I smirked. “Nothing confidential about your mission.”

He exhaled, breath brushing my cheeks. “Should have known he was recording, sneaky little droid.” His tone turned grim, a heavy moment hanging in the air between us. “So you understand why I have to leave.”

I brought my hand to his cheek, grazing my fingers on the skin. “I do. In the same way you know why I can’t go with you.”

Poe swallowed hard, his hands tensing their grip on me. “I’ll come back. If I get through this, I’ll come back to you. To finish what we started.”

“Okay,” I breathed. “Please don’t crash on another planet.”

He chuckled lowly before sinking onto my lips again, a kiss sweetened with meaning and... hope.

Hope for another chance to be in each other’s arms again.

*

I was the first to exit the study, a cold shiver moving through me, trying to grapple with my gloom while maintaining the buffer around my mind in case Rey made another effort to reach out again. Opening the door to my quarters, BB-8 waiting impatiently behind it. I kneeled down to speak to him directly, leaning in close. “Thank you BB,” I whispered.

He beeped expectantly at me, asking a question I somehow knew the answer to. When I nodded back, he wiggled his body gleefully, chattering a cascade of sweetened beeps. My smile was hard to contain, only slightly curious as to why this little droid was so invested in his owner’s love life.

I’d stood back up just as Poe pulled the office door closed, a satchel over his shoulder filled with some of the tools and spare parts I was more than happy to have offloaded, as well as some of the remnant tech of his flight suit that had survived after I’d ripped it to pieces.

He squinted at BB-8. “We’re going to have a stern discussion when we get on the Falcon,” he rumbled.

But BB-8 didn’t seem to care, squealing happily as he whizzed off down the hallway.

Poe and I took one last moment together, alone, in silence. I took his hand, squeezing it. “I’ll be waiting. You know where to find me,” I murmured delicately, motioning for him to lead the way.

There was an obvious turmoil in Poe's eyes, his jaw tense as pupils studied my face, strengthening our grip, before letting his hand slip from mine.

BB-8 was cheerfully enjoying the welcoming scritches of Rey as we entered into the clinic room, Finn bending down to pat the droids head. Both were clearly pleased he had managed to survive the ordeal as intact as Poe. On noticing our return, their postures straightened, an aura of urgency seeming to fill the atmosphere.

“Come on, Chewie’s waiting,” Finn encouraged. Each made their move to exit out the front door of the clinic as I followed slowly behind them, leaning my form against the frame of the door, watching hopelessly as Poe walked away.

I was furiously clutching the impulse to beg for him to stay when Rey veered back to me. Her abrupt turn set me on high alert, bracing my shield against any inquisitive energy. She leaned in close, a gentle kindness set in her demeanour. “Thank you. For what you did. If you ever need anything, the Resistance would be more than willing to help.”

I let go of the breath I was holding, beaming back at her. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Suddenly, an invisible pounding force hit my body, rattling every one of my senses. As my view came into focus again, Rey still standing before me, I knew she had felt the same thing.

Our eyes darted to the sky above us, a flickering light emanating from a lone ship only barely visible in the night sky. Reactions were synchronised, stares shooting back to each other, instantly comprehending exactly what was about to happen.

“Come with us,” she pleaded. “We can keep you safe.”

Finn and Poe had already looked back, not sensing the entrance of an enemy force into the atmosphere, only hearing Rey's hushed, imploring tone.

“Get out of here, while you can still do it unnoticed,” I hissed. “I can handle it.”

Poe stormed back over where we stood, already perceiving a rising problem. “What? What’s wrong?”

Rey and I looked to each other, gauging the thoughts showing in our eyes. I recklessly spoke first, regretting it the instant I slipped the words. “Poe, if you want to complete that mission, you need to get on that ship. Now.”

His face became hardened. “They found us, didn’t they?” His fiery stare moved between Rey and I, a heated impatience exploding in his expression when we didn’t answer immediately.

Eventually, Rey spoke calmly. “They’ll make landfall within the minute.” 

“Please go,” I begged. “They won’t hurt me as long as you make yourself scarce.”

“No,” he snarled. “I’m not leaving you here to face them.”

Rey rushed to face him, frantic. “She’s right. They’ll see she’s innocent in this. And then we can get far enough away that they won’t be able to track us.”

“You’ve seen how they interrogate people of interest Rey,” he protested. “They won’t just ask some questions and move on.”

“Poe!” Finn hollered, being privy to our conversation. “Stop being heroic for five minutes and let’s go!”

But, the moment for fleeing had passed.

A sleek black transporter ship was careening directly for us, no doubt having already spotted the unmistakable form of the Millennium Falcon. Poe rushed to me in long strides, gripping my wrist and attempting to pull me with him. “You have to come with us! They won’t let you stay here.” His eyes were frantic with fear.

He was right. I was now entangled within their web, simply by being seen fraternising with Resistance fighters. And the First Order wouldn’t take that lightly.

Damn it. Damn it all.

“Get on the Falcon,” Rey instructed, her voice formidable, turning to her comrades. “We’ll need to incapacitate whoever’s on this ship before we have a chance of leaving. She unclipped her lightsaber, looking to Finn with an unspoken message, before calling towards the ship. “Chewie! We need you! And bring an extra blaster!”

The ship had made a swift landing, dust swirling in the harsh white lights that illuminated the scene, hatch opening down in a speedy thunk.

I barely had time to peer at the figures exiting into the earthy fog before Poe had begun to usher me toward the Millennium Falcon, pressing hard on the small of my back, urging me to hurry. I heard the sound of Rey’s lightsaber springing to life with a low hum, before a distressed shout.

“Death troopers!”

I twisted around to face the enemy shapes, at least six of what looked like Stormtroopers, heavily clad in armour as black as the night around us, a green glow at the bottom of their helmets.

“I thought the First Order didn’t use them!” Poe bellowed.

“Well they do now!” Rey hollered, placing herself in a defensive stance.

The world around me erupted into chaos, a mess of blaster fire screeching into the spaces surrounding us. A red bolt shot towards Poe and I, barely allowing time to flee before it struck the ground in a sizzling puff of embers. I’d thrown myself onto my knees, covering my head as if it would be enough to shield me. Hesitantly, I looked up again to see a blaster flying over me, thrown from the looming Wookie storming towards us.

“Run Alex! Run to the ship!” Poe ordered, catching it easily within his grasp, firing directly into the fray of hostile soldiers. I straightened to follow his instruction, adrenaline making my legs feel like static, taking only a few irritatingly slow steps before a shower of blaster fire raced past my leg.

Truly the worst day to be wearing a skirt.

The shots were so close to my skin I could feel the heat sting me, causing a pain that made it even harder to keep my steps moving. I raced past Chewie, who had quickly joined his friends in returning fire on the encroaching Death troopers. Behind me I made out the noise of a lightsaber blade scorching against armour, another pained grunt filling the air amongst the discharge of lasers. The sound burned me, familiar and agonising, guilt uncontrollably surging through my body.

I was almost at the ramp when another Death trooper entered from under the cover of night, blaster raised with threatening intent.

Asshole must have slipped around in the darkness.

I froze immediately, waiting for the pain of burning laser to hit. But the trooper simply moved forward, and instinct caused me to step backward in panic, legs shaking. My hands were quivering just as much, raising them up in a signal of surrender. I wanted to speak, to attempt to explain my lack of allegiance to the group they were hunting, but it occurred to me - I would probably be wasting my words.

The trooper continued to edge me back towards the skirmish playing out behind us, forcing me away from the shelter of the Falcon. He had brought his blaster higher to his helmet, aiming, poised to shoot if I made the slightest move to run again.

The barrage of blaster fire continued to pierce the atmosphere, and I was desperate to turn around, only to see if Poe and his friends were still alive in the midst of it all. But I was forced into submission by the menacing stranger in front of me, now pushing as much distance as they could between me and my escape.

A lone shot then flew past my hip, hitting the Death trooper in an apparent weak spot on his knee, the laser searing through his armour and into the skin beneath. He fell to the ground gasping in pain, the recognisable smell of burnt flesh filtering into my nose.

My head swivelled to the origin of the well-placed shot, seeing Chewie let out a bellowing growl, before returning to the direction where two Death troopers still remained standing. I scanned quickly to find Poe and Finn engaged in combat with a sole trooper, ducking and weaving out of the melee strikes of their opponent, trying to gain an opportunity to use their blasters to break through the thick armour. My attention was suddenly called to the body on the ground next to me, as I made out the crackle of a transmission message. “The rebels were here, including the Jedi,” the distorted voice shouted behind his helmet. “Alert the Supreme Leader. And send assistance.”

“They’re calling for backup!” I yelled, running over to the scene of battle, hoping my voice would carry over the swish of Rey’s lightsaber and countless blaster bolts. “Kylo Ren knows you’re here!”

My shriek sprouted a moment of distraction from the Death troopers, allowing Rey to make a fatal swing into her opponents back, his figure crumbling to the ground in a sizzling heap. Finn was also able to make a daring move to sweep his foot around the ankle of the second trooper, causing him to stagger into the bombardment of shots from Poe’s blaster.

“Everybody on the Falcon, now!” Poe ordered.

Our movements were synchronised as we made a break for the ship from differing points on the field. I wasn’t as quick as the others, the burns on my legs not dulled by adrenaline anymore, limping into a run. Each had already made it up the ramp when I felt two excruciating scalds strike my thigh, making me tumble to the ground, screeching in pain.

“Alex!” I heard Poe shout, the thump of my heartbeat drowning out the sound. I could barely make out his figure on the ramp of the ship, my eyes blurred in agony.

“Go! You don’t have time!” I heaved back, breathless.

“She’s right Poe!” Finn had his hand gripped around his arm, trying to pull him up into the ship’s interior. “We’ll all die if we stay any longer!”

My strength to stay alert was wavering, feeling the wounds already seeping blood onto my skin and into the ground beneath me. Poe wrestled under Finn’s clutch, fighting the truth of his statement. But the logical side of his brain was triumphant, ending his defiance against the pull on his body inside the Falcon.

“I’ll find you! I promise!” he shouted in the moment before the ships ramp retracted and the engines roared into life. It moved swiftly into the sky, disappearing into the night within seconds, a burst of light glinting into a brushed line, zooming into hyperspace before I even took my next breath.

I turned myself onto my back, gasping through the throbbing ache of my leg wound. Using my last whispers of strength, I rose into a seated position, flinching hard at the jolt of pain caused by movement. I then ripped one of my sleeves off from the shoulder stitch, tearing the fabric into two strips. One was folded into a square, placing it over as much of the two blaster wounds as I could. The other I wrapped around my leg, holding the makeshift gauze in place. When the knot was tied I crashed into the ground, energy swiftly dissolving.

Only minutes had passed before I heard the sounds of more transports landing, a cold rush of fear swarming through my chest. I didn’t move, but the crunching steps that exited the ships still made their way directly towards my body. A collection of white Stormtrooper helmets came into view above, circling around my vision.

“Only one rebel in the vicinity. Should we terminate?” one of the masked figures questioned into his headset.

“I’m not with the Resistance,” I huffed, my voice losing power. One of the troopers kicked me, sending a thrill of pain from my wound into the rest of my body, my eyes stinging with tears.

“Bring them back to the Finalizer,” a grizzled voice responded on the comm-system. “Alive.”

~

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. I've been thinking a lot about melancholy, tragic romance lately for some reason. Lol. How could I combine my favorite trigger happy flyboy with the two? I've pondered to myself for a few days.

Anyhoo, lol, you are a young resistance recruit, an X wing fighter in training.

You are young but show a lot of promise to your instructor, who was none other than the black leader himself, Poe Dameron.

Your relationship grows from mentor to full on romance. He becomes absolutely smitten by your intelligence, beauty and skills as a trainee.

Warnings, porn with a plot, light domination (ah yes, daddy Poe makes his return, lol) not for anyone under 18.

Chapter 1: Mentor

You felt like a child around him even though you were in your early 20's.

He was the practically legendary General Poe Dameron, and he was your flight instructor.

He made your heart beat faster and you would get nervous and flustered around him. Poe was even more handsome in person, and you had a hard time hiding your attraction.

There were mutual sparks between the two of you. The chemistry from day one was undeniable. You looked forward to attending your classes every day because of your hot instructor.

But you've dreamt of this moment since you were a little girl, and now you were finally there.

By the end of the current semester you'd be graduating, and you'd be a full fledged junior X wing pilot.

The end of the semester was the next week.

Growing up on D'qar your mother would tell you stories about Leia Organa and the resistance.

You knew that you wanted to be a part of something bigger, and important, from that day forward.

"Y/n, you're daydreaming again".

His voice made you snap back to attention. You looked up and saw his gorgeous face smiling at you, just inches from your own.

"I'm sorry". You grumbled as you feel your cheeks redden slightly. "I guess my mind was somewhere else for a moment".

"Y/n, I'd like you to speak to you after class, if it's a good time". Poe continued, still smiling.

"Uh, sure, not a problem". You reply quickly, your cheeks still flushed. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, not at all". Poe told you as he looked into your eyes. "Not unless you want to be".

The last part was under his breath but you still caught it. Your face immediately grew a deeper shade of red when you thought about what he could have possibly meant.

You stay behind as the rest of the class filed out.

"I just wanted to tell you that you're one of the most brilliant students I've ever had the privilege of teaching". Poe said as he flashed you a sweet, almost bashful smile. "You have a natural skill, and passion, that's seldom seen".

"I've always wanted more from life". You explain, smiling slightly. "From a young age I've yearned for more from life, I've always wanted to be somebody".

"In one short week you'll be there". Poe told you as he gave you a pat on the back. "I'm proud of you".

His words made you feel proud, and somewhat flustered. Your cheeks were still slightly flushed when Poe complimented you.

You surprised Poe by giving him a hug in return. It was long, lingering, and felt incredibly intimate.

Your body was craving his touch. He could sense it too. When you finally pulled away from him Poe kissed you passionately in return.

It was the best kiss that you've experienced in your lifetime. You were breathless and weak as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth.

"Fuck me". You beg as you position yourself on the edge of his desk.

"I can't". Poe told you with a slight sigh, the frustration evident in his eyes, and body. "I'm your teacher, it's unethical".

"But in a week you won't be". You reminded him, as you pulled him closer to you and continued the kiss.

"Damn it, fuck ethics". Poe told you with a slight laugh, as he continued kissing you, his hands running all over your body. "I've dreamt of this moment since I first saw you".

All this time you thought you were the only one with dirty thoughts about your mentor but it turned out that Poe had a crush on you as well.

He had a soft yet firm grip on your neck as his kisses went down your body, he unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your breasts in a pretty bra.

The feeling of his strong hand around your neck was arousing, you felt dirty for being turned on by such a thing. It was light enough not to hurt you yet firm enough to assert dominance. Poe was letting you know who was in charge, and it was driving you wild.

You were wet, soaking actually, in anticipation. He undid your belt and pulled your pants down, revealing your soaked panties.

As you continued to kiss his hand slid between your thighs and his fingers began to explore your wet folds.

Your gasps turned to moans when his nimble fingers discovered your hardened clit.

"I need to taste you". Poe whispered into your ear.

With a crash the items on the top of his desk went flying as you slid further on top of the smooth surface.

With your legs dangling over the edge he kneeled down on the floor and positioned himself between them.

You kicked your boots off and Poe helped you remove your pants and underwear.

Your nude body was right at his eye level. You spread your legs open for him as an invitation.

You sat up and he positioned his head between your thighs. As Poe began to lick and suck your wet folds you gently grabbed his thick, curly hair as you experienced an intense orgasm with his tongue buried deep inside of you.

You're gasping for breath and wiggling around, craving his cock. But Poe wasn't going to give it to you. Not that afternoon, anyway.

Instead he helped you sit up and the two of you shared a steamy kiss, you could still taste yourself on his lips when he whispered into your ear,

"You have to wait, technically I'm still your teacher, but I won't be next week".

End of part 1

[hoeforpoeanddin]

Within Our Bodies

Paring: Poe Dameron x GN! Reader Summary: Poe and you keep secrets from each other. Some sweet, innocent secrets. Count: 1.2k Warnings: fluff, mention of food, non-sexual nudity, mentions of losses AN: my very first fic in English. my very first SW fic. please be kind. happy birthday Oscar Isaac, my daddy

Masterlist

“Poe”

“Hey, gorgeous”

Whenever Poe used a pet name, a shiver ran through your body. You prayed that Poe hadn't noticed. Though even if he did, it was not particularly a horrendous situation for you. It was merely embarrassing. Embarrassing for how your soul and body craved and cherished his affection. How warm he made you feel. How easily he could influence you. He knew you appreciated his gestures reflecting his care for you, but you wanted to hold this small secret from him for now.

“Didn’t see you at lunch.”

“Yeah, I was too busy. Had to help Snap out with his X-Wing.”

He enveloped you with his body. His warmth and steady heartbeats seeped through you slowly. Nuzzling your nose into his neck, you hold onto him. The faint scent of grease, sweat, soap that you two shared and his personal aroma all combined grounded you. You two are together, in each other’s arms. Safe and sound. Despite wishing this moment would last for eternity, you loosened your arms around Poe’s waist.

“Hungry? Want to grab dinner?”

“Yes.”

A light kiss connected the two of you momentarily. Then, grabbing each other’s hands, you head to the cantina. It was crowded, an influx of people moving fluidly within the cramped space. Luckily, you found Rose, Finn and Rey who saw you two and secured seats for you. Sitting down in the chair, you smiled at Rose, who looks particularly exhausted.

“Busy day for you?”

“Yeah, after the last mission, there’s so much to be repaired but we don’t have the resources.”

Rose sighed and Poe and Finn patted softly on her back. Rey shot an empathic smile to her. The last mission, carried by the Blue squadron, was a failure. It was something that was supposed to be an easy assessment mission on a world we suspected to be one of the First Order’s refueling points. It became something else immediately and the Resistance lost a few fighters. Losing someone came with the cause, though you never get used to it. Without a doubt, you might become numb to the losses and pain that came afterwards. Though the numbness can reveal itself as grief all of a sudden and haunt you during the day and night. Poe patted your thigh lightly and you squeezed his hand for a second. It is okay, we have each other, we are still here. You look around and see your friends, some smiling, some mindlessly walking and some concentrated on the food in front of them. We are here.

The conversations flowed, food was consumed and you were all satisfied. You were listening to Rey and Rose talking about a neighbor of their quarters, who has been bothering them with their horrendous singing at night. It was calm, filled with laughter and distracting from the harsh reality we were all facing.

“Baby.”

Poe whispered and you turned your head to him. His eyes were soft and warm, looking directly at you.

“Tired?”

All other three sets of eyes were now on you. It just hits you that your body is slowly sinking into the chair from exhaustion.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it‘s our time to go. Gotta get my baby to bed and grab BB too.”

He grabbed the trays in front of you and stood up. Rey’s strong hand rubbed your arm and you smiled at her. Your friends are here. The person whom your heart belongs to is here. At least for tonight, you are safe. After Poe’s return, he grabbed your hand and you stood up. Saying goodnight to your friends, you followed him. Cantina is now less crowded. Low hums of people’s voices, cutleries clattering, chairs moving. Mindlessly acknowledging those sounds, your thumb rubbed Poe’s hand.

“Now where’s BB-8.”

“I don’t know, I thought BB was with you or Rey.”

“Ugh why don’t you get ready for bed, I’ll go find BB.”

Once you reach your shared quarter, Poe lightly pushes you towards the fresher.

“But I want you to join me.”

The look on his face. Oh the utter shock that ran through his body.

“Okay. If you insist.”

The signature smug smile of Poe unconsciously made the corners of your lips curl. Opening the door to the fresher, you tugged Poe’s shirt upward. He complied and you placed your hand on his chest, above his heart. The thumping heartbeats. The blood coursing through his body. He is alive. He is safe. You lunged into his body and hugged him tightly.

“Hey. Hey, my star, what’s the matter.”

His bare hands touching your shoulders. His nose pressed into your scalp. His heart syncing with your heart.

“Poe, I...”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I got you.”

Poe’s lips kissed your hairline repeatedly. Wandering your hands all over his back, you inhaled his scent. Does he know how comforting he is to you? Would he ever learn how safe he makes you feel? Is it possible to convey all the emotions and affections you have for him during your lifetime?

“Poe, I have to tell you something.”

You stare into his eyes.“What is it beautiful?”

“I love it when you call me that, or gorgeous, or baby, or sweetheart.”

“Yeah? I’m glad.”

“And Poe, you mean so much to me.”

Titling his head, Poe brings his hand to your cheek. His thumb is lightly caressing your cheekbone and your throat feels tight.

“Do you know how much you mean to me, baby. Do you?”

You pause. Poe’s eyes are now glazing over your face, laced with warmth and softness.You didn’t know. Whenever his name leaves your lips, Poe’s heart would skip a beat. Though you didn’t have to know, Poe kept telling himself. This knowledge shall be kept within the body and mind of Poe. Not that he was scared. In fact, he was more than comfortable to share his affections his heart yielded for you. Truthfully, his hesitation was rooted in the fear of overwhelming you. He never doubted your care, feelings and respect for him, though he did not wish to weigh you down. Caging you, trapping you, or pulling your wings towards the ground. He could not do that to you, to his beautiful beacon of hope. That’s what he has been telling himself.

“Tell me.”

Your eyes. They told him that there’s so much that you want to share with him. How much you care about him. The infinite amount of affections you had for him. Poe squeezes you hardly, making me forget how to breathe.

“We have all night.”

“All night to share.”

Poe loosened his grip and you two lean into each other for a kiss, that’s when you two heard a bang.

“BB!”

Running to the door, Poe welcomed his beloved droid in, who ran to the charger. Patting BB-8’s round head, Poe turned back to you. His bright smile, BB beeping happily, it’s all too much.

“Come here, Poe”

“Oh baby, let’s start with that.”

“With what?”

“When you say my name.”

Giggles filled the fresher. Articles of clothes were discarded. Kisses were shared. For tonight only, you two will dedicate their mind, soul and body to each other. You two could free all the affections that you have been keeping within the bounds of your body and now, you two can start a journey to learn more about each other and how significant you are to the other.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[mrs-lockley]

are you kidding I would LOVE to hear your specific analysis of them

in which celeste attempts to justify her psychology degree by psychoanalyzing several óscar characters without context, judging solely on their appearance 

[cracks knuckles] alright here we go! the characters i judge are poe dameron, santiago garcia, jonathan (scenes from a marriage), evgeni kolpakov, nathan bateman, abel morales, and blue jones. all under the cut!

for reference, i have only seen triple frontier, a most violent year, sucker punch, and w.e. only one time. i haven’t seen deus ex machina.

poe dameron: looks straight out of a telenovela, a magazine, or a fairytale. with those perfectly tousled curls, 5 o’clock shadow, and infectious smile? he looks like prince charming, the kind of guy you would bring home to meet your parents. he looks like the kind of man who would not only buy you flowers, but your mother, your aunt, your sister, your grandmother! would most likely kiss your aunts on the cheeks in greeting to say hello, a complete charmer but with no malicious intent. not necessarily a flirt, but just someone who is very warm and welcoming and extraverted, has the personality of a puppy. definitely drinks his respect women juice. but may also have a soft, vulnerable side he has difficulty sharing, so he puts up an optimistic front. suffers in silence to not worry anyone. may also be stubborn to a fault but has good intentions. the epitome of the “wanna go out on a date with me where we can go stargazing? you don’t have to if you don’t want to ... unless ...?” 👀👉🏼👈🏼

santiago garcia: looks like one of those handsome bachelors you’ll run into the paint aisle of a home depot. you’ll be in the paint section looking through samples while he’s staring at different samples, more so overwhelmed by wanting to find a good choice of paint for the new house he bought. you see him struggling so you say “behr is a great paint brand” and he sighs in relief. he seems quiet, maybe a little broody, but tries to handle things himself. probably doesn’t like sitting still for too long, likes handiwork, like changing the oil in his car, fixing your sink, most likely the kind of guy who would be a neighbor you’d call if your toilet is clogged and you can’t fix it. seems approachable, but reserved and quiet. could be a flirt, but tends to keep to himself. looks like an average guy, well-groomed, definitely respectable. will probably take a while to break him out of his shell, but a gentleman 

jonathan (scenes from a marriage): pretentious college professor who probably likes dark academia. quotes marx on the daily, would smoke a cigar if he had the chance but opts for cigarettes instead. not necessarily an alcoholic, but def has issues. not the kind of man you’d bring home to your parents. might not be the best man to have a relationship with, but would probably be a one night stand or fwb situation. doesn’t like commitment for various reasons, possible relationship trauma or some kind of trust issues. not necessarily a misogynist, but he isn’t gentle. probably has angry outbursts now and then, needs to see a therapist. but he knows he’s handsome and tries to find meaning and whatnot, just has a tendency to go about it the wrong way. lowkey a fuckboy

evgeni kolpakov: quiet, sweet man. keeps to himself, but observant and perceptive. classy but in a lowkey way. he doesn’t indulge in the finest suits and tuxedos, but he does keep himself well-groomed and puts an effort in getting ready. makes the simple things look elegant and classic. probably drinks wine and champagne, not really a beer fan but would go to a dive bar now and then to meet with friends. would indulge in some silk sheets if he has a chance. likes things steamy and sensual in a casual, muted, and subtle way. probably reads poetry like pablo neruda in his spare time but doesn’t boast about his intellect. both street and book smart, but keeps quiet so people are pleasantly surprised when he displays both. probably would own a cat if he had the chance. epitome of gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets

abel morales: looks like a freaking sugar daddy, may or may not be. likes the finer things in life and isn’t afraid to indulge. probably would call an escort for some nights when he has to go to a party because he’s lonely. seems gentle and sweet, but there’s a storm brewing behind those eyes that are waiting to erupt. cold anger. likes drinking wine, doesn’t smoke but if pushed and stressed, he might once in a while. just wants peace and quiet, is always in some kind of moral dilemma. haunted by a past or consequences of a future. always feels the need to put up a front, may have a hard time being vulnerable. might be open to romantic relationships, but unsure of himself. not necessarily insecure about himself, but unsure of what women might expect out of him and fears he might not deliver. 

nathan bateman: narcissus in the flesh. probably one of those gym rats who likes to work out and shows off to the ladies in the gym. might catcall, but does it in a subtle way. lowkey a fuckboy, but not a villain. selfish but not cruel. looks out for himself but isn’t out to hurt people either. probably not into hurting other people if it’s at his own gain (to an extent), outweighs the pros and cons. may problematically objectify people as an attempt to flirt and make conversation and give a compliment but backfires. probably one of those loud nerdboys at conventions who boasts about his knowledge, can be annoying but not malicious. probably lonely and depressed and wants validation.

blue jones: gomez addams wannabe. owns a drawer full of different eyeliners, but prefers pencil for that grunge smudge from the 90s. emo and goth. probably listens to evanescence late at night and unashamedly loves bring me to life. has a lot of issues he needs to deal with. another fuckboy, but tries to hide it. likes the finer things in life but wants to maintain an image of power. highkey insecure, inferiority complex. smokes cigarette in a fancy holder. listens to jazz on a record player, exclusively wears suits and would rather die than be seen in jeans and a t-shirt. NOT THE MAN YOU BRING HOME TO YOUR PARENTS. if you fall in love with him, your anthem would be criminal by brittney spears. 

[fantasticfemmefatale]

after the war- poe dameron

SUMMARY: so basically the reader is in a relationship with poe dameron and they’re on exegol and yeah. you get the gist. very fluffy.

WARNINGS: none cuz look at me im a saint

After the war, he’d promised you that the two of you (and BB-8, of course) would have a nice, quiet life somewhere. Yavin, maybe. It would be just you three. Safe and happy.

 But now, he’s staring down legion upon legion of Star Destroyers and thinking that he’ll never see her again, never get an “after the war”, until he hears crackling through his headset, and her voice, sounding small and distant, saying, “Poe?”

The thought that he’s never heard genuine fear in her voice before sets in, and stays there, making itself nice and comfortable.

“(Y/N).” His voice wavers, but he musters all the courage he has left- it’s not much, considering the hell they’ve gone through to get here- to sound okay, for her. This is suicide, they both know it, but neither of them want their last memory of each other to be this: a dark sky marked by the Star Destroyers representing the opposite of everything they’re about to give their lives to fight for. “I love you baby. And after this is done, I’m gonna get you that pet you always wanted.”

“Yeah?” She responds, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to consume her, the sadness that wraps its bony fingers around her ankles, trying to pull her down, down, down. “I bet you don’t even remember what animal I wanted.”

“Does it matter? They’re all gross money-wasters,” Poe jokes, but it lacks the laughter his voice usually holds. He hopes she doesn’t notice.

She laughs, but it’s a broken laugh, cut into pieces by fading hope for a future with him. “I suppose I should get a droid instead, Dameron?”

He nods, and then realizes she can’t see him. If he squints, he can make out her body next to Finn, and he thinks that this isn’t what she deserves, nobody so perfect should have to die like this.

Her thoughts mirror his as she looks towards his x-wing. 

“I love you, General Poe Dameron.”

“I love you too, General (Y/N) Dameron.”

She doesn’t correct him, doesn’t tell him, we’re not married, idiot like she usually does. He remembers that he never got to propose as he zips around, shooting wildly and praying to whatever higher being there may be that she makes it out alive. Even if he dies, he just wants his girl to make it out alive. He can hear grunts through the headpiece as she fights to make it to the navigation signal she and Finn are trying to destroy. He doesn’t say anything; he knows there’s nothing he can say. There’s too many words billowing through his brain, and none of them are good enough for what he wants to tell her, for the love he wants to describe. He wants to tell her the moment he first knew he would marry her someday, when he saw her playing hide-and-seek with BB-8 in their shared quarters. But there’s no words for what he wants to say, so he settles for silence. And he hopes that she knows all he wishes he could say. After a few seconds of quiet, R2-D2 chirps, and he knows it’s something for (Y/N) to hear. She was taken in by Leia Organa after her parents’ death, and was best friends with R2 for years.

Down below, BB-8 beeps sadly, and all (Y/N) can say to the little droid is, “He knows.”

Poe is trying his best to keep a brave face- but it’s starting to fail. Until, that is, Lando Calrissian swoops in like the hotshot he is, with a huge band of Resistance sympathizers in tow. Poe whoops in delight, and down below (Y/N) winces from the loud yelling in her earpiece. 

“Thanks for the free migraine,” she says, but can’t keep herself from smiling. She’s bruised and bloodied, but even so, she thinks that this might be the happiest she’s ever felt. The notion that she and Poe might still have the life they’d whisper about after midnight in bed is enough to keep her moving, even after every muscle in her body screams at her to stop, to slow down and possibly never move again. She grits her teeth, tasting blood in her mouth, and wills her body to move. Thankfully, it does, but she doesn’t know how long it can hold out for. When she thinks for a second that this is it, she’s gonna die here, Poe’s voice comes through the earpiece again, urging her on, one step at a time.

He keeps talking her through this, and deep down he knows he’s trying to instill confidence in himself, too.

They talk, back and forth, as they do their respective jobs, until out of nowhere, lightning lights up the sky and Poe can hear (Y/N)’s screams as his ship is blasted by lightning, causing him to fall down, faster and faster, until the electricity stops, and he regains control of his ships while R2-D2 beeps like an angry toddler.

He allows himself to watch (Y/N), Finn, and Jannah destroy the command ship, feeling his chest swell with pride. 

After the last of the Star Destroyers have been destroyed, and Rey returns, bringing news of her grandfather’s death, Poe lands his x-wing on the desolate planet and runs towards his friends, his orange suit making that annoying plasticy sound as he does. Finn calls to him, but he runs past him and gathers (Y/N) in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground, until she yelps in pain. Setting her down gently, he notices a large gash on her thigh, and he curses as he unzips the top of his suit so he can rip his shirt sleeve and tie it over the cut.

“We did it,” he says, looking up into her eyes from where he’s kneeling in front of her to tie the makeshift tourniquet, too happy for a sarcastic remark.

“We did it,” she agrees, placing one hand on his shoulder to help her balance. Around them, their friends give each other hugs as they board ships to return to the Resistance base, until all that’s left is the two of them, R2-D2, and Poe’s ship. He helps her into the cockpit, and pushes his seat as far back as it can go so that she can sit in his lap on the way to the base. All of a sudden, he’s hit with the memory of his friend Snap, dying in front of him, and his voice trembles as he says, “Snap.”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows.

She moves her arm so that it’s looped around Poe’s, and rubs her thumb across his suit reassuringly. 

They’re at the base relatively quickly, and everyone in sight is rejoicing. People dance, sing, kiss, and run around like lunatics, jumping with ecstasy.

Poe helps her out, looping an arm under hers and around her back to help support her weight. He turns with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- one she knows all too well- and says, “Don’t want to be the odd ones out, right?” just before kissing her, and he swears that he died, back on Exegol, and this is heaven. Holding you is heaven. 

He kisses her, over and over, until he can’t breathe and he wonders if his lips are tinged blue by now from lack of oxygen, and when he finally pulls away, he asks: “So how about that life I promised you?”

“I don’t know,” she responds, flaunting a coy smile and raised eyebrow. “I might need a little more convincing.”

Poe turns so that she’s directly in front of him, and then drops to one knee. “Is this enough incentive?” he asks, as he pulls out a small, scratched box from the pocket of his suit.

She gasps and her eyes tear up, and he smiles as she nods and throws her arms around his neck, wincing a bit as she lowers herself to the ground because of her leg injury. He flicks the box open, and pulls out the ring nestled inside, and slips it onto her finger. Suddenly, she pulls back, and Poe’s brain stops, thinking she’s going to break up with him right after agreeing to marry him.

Instead, she says, “Have you been carrying that everywhere with you?”

He nodded, laughing. “We share the same room! You would’ve found it if I’d left it anywhere else!”

She tilts her head slightly as she thinks for a moment, then relents with a murmur of “that’s true”, and kisses him.

They stay there for what feels like forever. There’s still more work to be done before they can truly consider the galaxy “saved”, but this, this is a start.

This is the beginning of their life after the war. And Poe couldn’t be happier.

[brandyllyn]

In our own image... (epilogue)

Epilogue

(Poe Dameron x OFC)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 1900. Read it on AO3.

Rating: Teen & Up (PG) language.

Poe blinked at the sunlight streaming across the high ceiling, one hand coming up to scratch at his beard. It had more grey than black to it these days, something he griped about constantly. But his wife loved it, loved petting him and calling it distinguished.

Speaking of which, he caught movement from the corner of his eye - the bedroom door cracking open. He opened his mouth to call out to her but instead he caught sight of an unruly mop of dark curls about halfway down. Grinning he waited, closing his eyes most of the way. When the small body flew onto the bed he was ready, hands coming out to catch his son, fingers finding the spots that made the young boy squirm and giggle.

"Dad, dad stop," Temmin gasped and Poe let the boy go, stacking his hands behind his head as the child sat up next to him breathless.

"What are you doing waking me up? Where’s your mom?"

Temmin rolled his eyes, a habit he had definitely not picked up from his father. "She’s making breakfast."

"Mmhmm, and your sister?"

His son blanched, scowling. Even at only five, the kid had an impressive scowl. "She’s singing to the birds again."

Poe grinned, reaching over and pulling one of the pillows over so he could push it behind him and sit up straighter. "And this bothers you because…?"

"The birds eat all of our plants!"

"Well, can’t you sing them to stay away?"

Temmin rolled his eyes again. They were really going to have to put a stop to that soon. "That’s not how it works, dad."

Poe reached over and grabbed his son by the waist, twisting and setting the kid on his feet next to the bed. He stretched and swung his legs over the side, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. "Explain it to me."

Temmin went off on a rant, talking about songs and melodies and tempos. Poe listened with half an ear while he found a shirt that maybe matched his sleep pants and pulled it on, following his son from the room and down the stairs where he could hear the sounds of breakfast being made. The smell hit him as they turned the corner, baked goods and sizzling meat. The sight hit him next. Kina in a soft shirt and pants similar to his, standing at the refrigeration unit and whistling down to BB-8.

Poe pressed a finger to his lips when he saw BB-8, padding on soft feet until he was right behind his wife. He snaked his arms around her waist, rubbing his face into her neck with a "Good morning."

She made a loud whistle, arching and twisting her body away from him. "Poe! Stop it!"

"I thought you liked my beard," he mumbled, scraping it along her skin even more. His lips stretched into a grin when he felt the laughter in her body, the way her hands covered his and held him close even as she tried to get away from him.

"I love your beard," she corrected. "On you."

"Mmhmm," Poe hummed, kissing just behind her ear. "Liar."

She shivered and Poe considered lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder - carrying her back into the bedroom and starting the morning off right. Two things stopped him. One, his son was watching them with a look of disgust that only children could dredge up for their parents. Second, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure his back could take it.

He let her go instead, patting her hip and pouring himself a cup of caf. "I hear our daughter is seducing the birds again."

She rolled her eyes, a perfect replication of her son. "It’s not seduction. Don’t be gross."

"Whatever it is, Temmin says they’re eating our garden."

"Your garden," Kina griped, swatting at his hand when he tried to steal a roll from the countertop. "I wanted to use that space as a workshop but noooo."

"You have a workshop," Poe pointed out, snagging a roll and tossing it to his son before meeting Kina’s eyes with an innocent expression.

"I could have had a bigger workshop," Kina whistled on a sigh.

Poe hid his smile in his caf, wandering out onto the back deck of their house and tilting his face up to the sunlight. In the distance he could see Theed, the capitol building glinting faintly. The large windows of his office faced this direction - his home always in his sight even on the busiest of days.

His estate - Maker he had an estate - stretched over a few acres and down the hillside. The house open and with as few walls as possible to take advantage of the near perfect weather on Naboo year-round. He had balked at it at first, there was no need for them to have so much room for just the two of them. There were apartments in the city set aside for him - they could live there as easily as anything.

But Kina had smiled at him softly and pulled his hand to lay low on her stomach. "We’re going to need the room."

He had proposed to her on the spot.

Of course, they’d already been married a year but that was beside the point. He wanted to marry her again and she had smiled into his kiss when he told her so. Since then the estate had become a home, filled with love and laughter and even a hangar on the far side for his X-wing.

It was just about perfect.

Poe looked down the hillside at the orchard and garden he had started years ago. A whim at first. It had been decades since he had lived somewhere long enough to keep a plant alive. But he found he had a knack for it. And when his son decided he liked it too, the garden had flourished between Poe’s attentiveness and the soft Songs of Growing that his son sang. At the moment, it was covered in small brightly colored birds. Occasionally they would take off as one, flying around a point in the center before landing again.

Poe huffed and made his way down the path, wading into the cloud of feathered bodies and listening with one ear at the Song his daughter was singing. "Riyaldi? You in there?"

"Hey dad."

He sighed at her over the lip of his mug. She was nine, just starting to think he wasn’t the coolest person in the galaxy. It hurt a little but he also kind of admired her for it. For the way she knew what she wanted, who she wanted to be. Kina said she reminded her of her sister, lost years ago during the war. It made sense, their daughter was named for her.  

"Is there a reason you’re doing this in the garden and not somewhere else?"

Riyaldi raised an eyebrow. He could blame Temmin’s eyerolls on Kina, but the eyebrow thing was one hundred percent him. "They like it here."

"And it has nothing to do with annoying me and your brother?"

Her eyes slid away from him and he nodded. "That’s what I thought. Well, you keep doing what you’re doing but just know you’re going to spend today cleaning up and fixing everything they mess up. And anything we have to replant comes from your allowance."

"Dad…" she whined but he ignored her, picking his way around the birds and back to the house.

"Every seed!" He called over his shoulder. He passed Temmin as he went into the kitchen, saw his son make a rude gesture at his sister but ignored it.

One kid a gardener, the other set on doing something with animals that changed day to day. He grumbled to himself as he slid into his seat at the table, tilting his face up to the kiss Kina dropped on his forehead as she passed behind him. "Two kids and no one wants to be a pilot. I can’t help but think this is your fault in some way."

"My fault?" Kina slid into the seat next to him, thanking the droid that dropped their plates. "How is it my fault?"

"You used your," he gestured at her, "while they were inside you."

Kina glanced at the door and then gave him a smirk. "You’re inside me all the time, don’t see it affecting you."

He grinned as he leaned closer to her, pressing a kiss to her nose. "Oh it affects me alright."

Kina pursed her lips to say more but was interrupted by a voice, "Mom, where’s the blakenberries?"

His wife winked at him and turned to their son. "You ate them all yesterday. We haven’t gotten any more yet."

Temmin grumbled and stuffed a roll into his mouth, rolling his eyes. Poe saw Kina’s eyes narrow and she opened her mouth but he covered her hand with his. "He gets it from you," he whispered to her and smothered a laugh at her affronted look.

"The birds are gone," Riyaldi announced, sitting across from her brother and making a face at him. "Your precious garden is safe."

"Good," Poe looked at his family, felt warmth seep into his chest and reached out to lay his hand over Kina’s. She met his gaze and smiled at him, turning her palm up into his and squeezing.

"I’m going flying later," Poe announced, looking at his kids hopefully. Both ignored him, Riyaldi gathering up BB-8 and Temmin motioning for K-0 to follow him down to the garden. Poe sighed after them and then smiled when he felt his wife slip onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Poor Poe Dameron. Best Pilot in the Resistance and no one to share it with."

Poe made an exaggerated face, pouting up at her. "I tried to live a good life. I don’t know where I went wrong."

She smiled softly at him, covering his wrist with one of her hands and pressing it into her hip. "Well, you’re going to get a third chance."

Poe froze, staring at their hands and then looking up at her. "A third… are you serious?"

She bit her lip and nodded and Poe caught her up in a hug, pressing his lips to hers and breathing his joy into her. "But what… how…"

Kina snorted. "Considering how often we try it’s a wonder we don’t have more."

Poe couldn’t stop grinning. "Another kid. Boy or girl? No wait, I don’t want to know this time."

Kina winked at him, knowing full well he’d hold to that resolution for about a month before breaking. Out in her shop, tucked away into a drawer he would never think to look in, sat a small sign for the nursery, a name welded in script across it.

Captain Leia Dameron.

She would show it to him later, when he found out that they were having another little girl. With her father’s bright eyes and her mother’s golden marked skin. But right now they kissed in the morning sunlight, the sounds of their children playing in the background and the wind in the trees providing a melody that wrapped them together.

They had found their Song in each other. Each carrying their own part of the tune. And every person in their lives brought something to it. Their children of course. But also Rose and Finn and their children. Rey and her adopted little green frog. Chewbacca and his family, together longer than any of them had been alive. Countless others they had met along the way.

Every person brought another chord into their lives. Into their Song.

It was harmony.

[sit-down-and-shut-up]

after the war- p. dameron

warnings: none

words: 1479

summary: you’re a resistance fighter in a relationship with a certain pilot in the battle of exegol. fluffy fluffy

After the war, he’d promised you that the two of you (and BB-8, of course) would have a nice, quiet life somewhere. Yavin, maybe. It would be just you three. Safe and happy.

 But now, he’s staring down legion upon legion of Star Destroyers and thinking that he’ll never see her again, never get an “after the war”, until he hears crackling through his headset, and her voice, sounding small and distant, saying, “Poe?”

The thought that he’s never heard genuine fear in her voice before sets in, and stays there, making itself nice and comfortable.

“Y/N.” His voice wavers, but he musters all the courage he has left- it’s not much, considering the hell they’ve gone through to get here- to sound okay, for her. This is suicide, they both know it, but neither of them want their last memory of each other to be this: a dark sky marked by the Star Destroyers representing the opposite of everything they’re about to give their lives to fight for. “I love you baby. And after this is done, I’m gonna get you that pet you always wanted.”

“Yeah?” She responds, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to consume her, the sadness that wraps its bony fingers around her ankles, trying to pull her down, down, down. “I bet you don’t even remember what animal I wanted.”

“Does it matter? They’re all gross money-wasters,” Poe jokes, but it lacks the laughter his voice usually holds. He hopes she doesn’t notice.

She laughs, but it’s a broken laugh, cut into pieces by fading hope for a future with him. “I suppose I should get a droid instead, Dameron?”

He nods, and then realizes she can’t see him. If he squints, he can make out her body next to Finn, and he thinks that this isn’t what she deserves, nobody so perfect should have to die like this.

Her thoughts mirror his as she looks towards his x-wing. 

“I love you, General Poe Dameron.”

“I love you too, General Y/N Dameron.”

She doesn’t correct him, doesn’t tell him, we’re not married, idiot like she usually does. He remembers that he never got to propose as he zips around, shooting wildly and praying to whatever higher being there may be that she makes it out alive. Even if he dies, he just wants his girl to make it out alive. He can hear grunts through the headpiece as she fights to make it to the navigation signal she and Finn are trying to destroy. He doesn’t say anything; he knows there’s nothing he can say. There’s too many words billowing through his brain, and none of them are good enough for what he wants to tell her, for the love he wants to describe. He wants to tell her the moment he first knew he would marry her someday, when he saw her playing hide-and-seek with BB-8 in their shared quarters. But there’s no words for what he wants to say, so he settles for silence. And he hopes that she knows all he wishes he could say. After a few seconds of quiet, R2-D2 chirps, and he knows it’s something for her to hear. She was taken in by Leia Organa after her parents’ death, and was best friends with R2 for years.

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Down below, BB-8 beeps sadly, and all you can say to the little droid is, “He knows.”

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Poe is trying his best to keep a brave face- but it’s starting to fail. Until, that is, Lando Calrissian swoops in like the hotshot he is, with a huge band of Resistance sympathizers in tow. Poe whoops in delight, and down below she winces from the loud yelling in her earpiece. 

“Thanks for the free migraine,” she says, but can’t keep herself from smiling. She’s bruised and bloodied, but even so, she thinks that this might be the happiest she’s ever felt. The notion that she and Poe might still have the life they’d whisper about after midnight in bed is enough to keep her moving, even after every muscle in her body screams at her to stop, to slow down and possibly never move again. She grits her teeth, tasting blood in her mouth, and wills her body to move. Thankfully, it does, but she doesn’t know how long it can hold out for. When she thinks for a second that this is it, she’s gonna die here, Poe’s voice comes through the earpiece again, urging her on, one step at a time.

He keeps talking her through this, and deep down he knows he’s trying to instill confidence in himself, too.

They talk, back and forth, as they do their respective jobs, until out of nowhere, lightning lights up the sky and Poe can hear her screams as his ship is blasted by lightning, causing him to fall down, faster and faster, until the electricity stops, and he regains control of his ships while R2-D2 beeps like an angry toddler.

He allows himself to watch her, Finn, and Jannah destroy the command ship, feeling his chest swell with pride. 

After the last of the Star Destroyers have been destroyed, and Rey returns, bringing news of her grandfather’s death, Poe lands his x-wing on the desolate planet and runs towards his friends, his orange suit making that annoying plasticy sound as he does. Finn calls to him, but he runs past him and gathers her in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground, until she yelps in pain. Setting her down gently, he notices a large gash on her thigh, and he curses as he unzips the top of his suit so he can rip his shirt sleeve and tie it over the cut.

“We did it,” he says, looking up into her eyes from where he’s kneeling in front of her to tie the makeshift tourniquet, too happy for a sarcastic remark.

“We did it,” she agrees, placing one hand on his shoulder to help her balance. Around them, their friends give each other hugs as they board ships to return to the Resistance base, until all that’s left is the two of them, R2-D2, and Poe’s ship. He helps her into the cockpit, and pushes his seat as far back as it can go so that she can sit in his lap on the way to the base. All of a sudden, he’s hit with the memory of his friend Snap, dying in front of him, and his voice trembles as he says, “Snap.”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows.

She moves her arm so that it’s looped around Poe’s, and rubs her thumb across his suit reassuringly. 

They’re at the base relatively quickly, and everyone in sight is rejoicing. People dance, sing, kiss, and run around like lunatics, jumping with ecstasy.

Poe helps her out, looping an arm under hers and around her back to help support her weight. He turns with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- one she knows all too well- and says, “Don’t want to be the odd ones out, right?” just before kissing her, and he swears that he died, back on Exegol, and this is heaven. Holding you is heaven. 

He kisses her, over and over, until he can’t breathe and he wonders if his lips are tinged blue by now from lack of oxygen, and when he finally pulls away, he asks: “So how about that life I promised you?”

“I don’t know,” she responds, flaunting a coy smile and raised eyebrow. “I might need a little more convincing.”

Poe turns so that she’s directly in front of him, and then drops to one knee. “Is this enough incentive?” he asks, as he pulls out a small, scratched box from the pocket of his suit.

She gasps and her eyes tear up, and he smiles as she nods and throws her arms around his neck, wincing a bit as she lowers herself to the ground because of her leg injury. He flicks the box open, and pulls out the ring nestled inside, and slips it onto her finger. Suddenly, she pulls back, and Poe’s brain stops, thinking she’s going to break up with him right after agreeing to marry him.

Instead, she says, “Were you carrying that everywhere with you?”

He nodded, laughing. “We share the same room! You would’ve found it if I’d left it anywhere else!”

She tilts her head slightly as she thinks for a moment, then relents with a murmur of “that’s true”, and kisses him.

They stay there for what feels like forever. There’s still more work to be done before they can truly consider the galaxy “saved”, but this, this is a start.

This is the beginning of their life after the war. And Poe couldn’t be happier.

[poeticandors]

Come What May Part 4

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: You and Poe are sent undercover in order to gain information about the First Order and hope to recruit. But what begins to bloom as you and Poe continue to work closer throughout this mission? And, what happens when you happen to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous men?

Warnings: none really? Besides Poe wanting to beat a bitch up but that is really it.

A/N: It’s finally here! Thanks for being patient, I had to listen to both Moulin Rouge soundtracks to get some inspiration but I mainly did it to sing out loud to Onyx who seemed entertained.

GIF by @vakariaan

It was times like these when Poe wished he was back at the Resistance Base— where he could escape to his X-Wing with BB-8 and just fly amongst the stars, basking in the silence and the seemingly, never ending freedom that space had to offer. He loved just looking down, seeing the way the land and water made up the planet. It was always where he felt the most sane. At least there, it was the closest to knowing what peace could feel like even in the midst of the war.

Here, he was stuck between the same walls, constantly walking the same path throughout the club, seeing the same patrons, and trying to get whatever information he could either about the other workers or whatever drunk First Order officers would loudly spill along with their drinks usually.

He missed flying.

He missed his friends.

But at least he wasn’t alone in this. He still had you.

Poe had always been fond of you since the moment he met you. Your hard work and determination towards the Resistance inspired him, but your kindness and willingness to help others is what caught his eye. That’s why he had become so protective of you.

Sure, you were pretty badass already even without him being there— he still can’t help but think of the way you stood your ground and nearly snapped that man’s wrist in half when he laid his hand on you. And don’t get him started on how he would glance over at you when you took down your sparring opponent in the training room before all this was going on. Poe knew that you were able to hold your own physically, but Poe couldn’t risk anything happening to you.

That’s why he currently stands there, glowering at the way you laugh at something that Tyris Prick— sorry, Pic— says. Poe forced himself to look away.

Since being introduced to him, he started coming to the club more frequently. He always requested to see you, and Poe would watch miserably as you talked, laughed, and shared one or two drinks with him. Something about this guy did not settle right with Poe. He especially did not like the way he was looking at you right now.

When Poe asked Finn about any information on the guy, he said that he would look into it. He also noted that the name did sound familiar. Poe just wished he was able to hear back from him soon.

After checking his regular posts, Poe decides to glance back only to find that you and Tyris were nowhere to be found.

He is way more alert now— never had you taken off without at least waiting to give him a signal or even telling him straight up. And the fact that Tyris wasn’t there, either only made him feel more on edge.

Before Poe can move from his post in search of you, Jeza steps in front of him, placing her hand on his chest.

“You look a little lonely, handsome. Care for some company? I don’t charge much,” she smirks.

Poe sighs, grabbing her hand and pulling it off of him. “Not now, Jeza. I have to find Kyla—“

“Oh, please. I’m much more fun than she is, and I can actually play with you.”

Poe was getting agitated, this wasn’t the first time Jeza made advances towards him. Whether she was joking or not, he did not enjoy having to deal with her. Sure, others would offer fun nights and good company that Poe would reject. Hell, there was even Tin, but Poe at least knew she was joking.

What made him resent Jeza even more was the way she often talked about you. It was no secret there were a few girls who threw glares at you daily just because their customers would drool at the sight of you, but no one verbally claimed their dislike except for Jeza.

Poe only shakes his head and moves past her, in search of you.

Pushing past a group of patrons who are too busy watching the entertainment on stage, he nearly topples over a server droid. Poe displays a calm demeanor when in reality sirens are ringing in his ears. His senses block out his surroundings and he tries focusing them on locating you.

When he doesn’t spot you anywhere inside the club, he decides to check outside— very rarely do the girls leave the club during business hours, but they were still allowed to leave whenever. He glances to the window, and manages to spot a glimpse of you walking past it with Tyris.

The patience Poe had now snapped like a twig and he rushed outside. Just as you laugh at something Tyris says, Poe steps in front of you both.

“Tel—“

“You’re not supposed to leave without telling me, Kyla.” Poe says, his tone sharp.

Tyris knits his brows, almost in an amused way. “Sorry, who are you?”

“Tyris, this is Tel. He’s my escort.”

“Your escort? Well, as you can see she is in one piece. So if you’ll excuse us—“

At this point, everything happens in an instant. Poe grabs Tyris by his collar, and despite how much shorter he is, he manages to shove him up against the wall just slightly. Poe feels your hands on his arm, as you try to loosen his grip.

“Tel, stop.”

“I’m supposed to keep watch over you, Kyla. What if something happened?”

“We just went on a walk to get some fresh air. That’s it. Now let him go.”

Poe breathes sharply through his nose, still staring up at the man with an undisguised, furious look. In return, Tyris gives Poe a smug grin, one of those that clearly states he doesn't care simply because of his status. Poe had the sense to strangle him right then and there, but when he feels your hands squeeze his arm, he relents and releases Tyris.

Poe steps back, watching as Tyris smooths out his shirt. Poe feels your hands pull away as you step towards Tyris— and he doesn’t realize how much he misses the simple touch from you.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine, fine,” Tyris waves you off. “Your escort really takes his job seriously, doesn’t he?”

You force a thin smile. “He’s just very protective. Even when there’s no need to be.”

Shooting a glance at Poe, he looks down before clearing his throat.

“Forgive me, Ms. Tille. But I stand by my actions. Also, it’s actually time for you to retire to bed. You have an early morning, remember?”

You stare at Poe, and he knows you're pissed but he doesn’t care. He just wants to get you away from Tyris as quickly as possible. In response to Poe’s statement, you nod curtly, before turning to give Tyris an apologetic smile.

“Mr. Dara is right, Tyris. I do have an early morning and need to be well rested. Thank you for the evening walk.”

“Of course,” he takes your hand, kissing it. Poe refrains from rolling his eyes. “I shall see you soon.”

He then turns to Poe. “I’m assuming I’ll see more of you, Mr. Dara. Have a good night.”

Poe doesn’t respond, and only turns to follow you once you decide to head back inside. Poe stays behind you as you walk briskly to the elevator, and you don’t even say one word to him the entire ride up.

But as soon as the door to the bedroom closes, you face him and Poe is not prepared for the anger in your tone.

“What the kriff, Poe? Are you trying to blow our cover?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You can’t just go up to anyone and man handle them like that! Especially Mr. Pic!”

Poe scoffs, shaking his head as he places his hands on his hips. “I’m not sorry for what I did.”

“Poe—“

“There’s something about this guy, okay? I don’t know what it is, but he is not what he seems.”

“You’re being ridiculous. He’s been nothing but nice to me—“

“Please, I know you see how he acts to everyone that he thinks is below him. You saw how he looked down on me just for being a bodyguard.”

Your mouth gapes open, as if you’re trying to find something to reply with. Poe doesn’t give you the chance as he steps towards you.

“Just… trust me. There’s something going on. I’m going to find out—“

“Poe, please just stop.”

He says your name but you hold your hand up, stopping him.

“You can’t just jump to conclusions because you don’t like the guy.”

“But—“

“I’m serious, Poe. Just leave him alone, okay?” You say, clearly annoyed. ”We can’t blow our cover. We’ve been in this for a while now and what we got so far is working.”

You grab your robe, and Poe watches as you head to the refresher.

“Now, I’m going to shower and get ready to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You close the door behind you before Poe can retort, and he stands dumbfounded. Poe doesn’t know what the sickening feeling forming in his stomach and chest is, but he can’t stand it much longer. He leaves the room, and walks down the hallway out towards one of the balconies.

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The cool, light breeze that brushes against Poe’s face is soothing, but the city air is nothing compared to the clean, brisk air of Ajan Kloss that he had grown accustomed to. Sure, the view was nice, but he could barely see the stars shining above. That’s what he truly missed, and it felt as if a part of him was empty without it. As he stares out to the city, seeing lights from buildings and speeders flying past, Poe can’t help but think of the argument.

How is it that you can’t see what he sees? That this guy is bad news and Poe has a feeling that soon his true intentions will be shown. Sure, the guy has done nothing but treat you decently, but the way Poe catches him staring at you every now and then gives him an uneasy feeling. Almost as if he was an Edan tiger and you were his next prey.

Poe didn’t like that one bit.

Sighing, Poe reaches into his pocket, and grabs a pack of cigarras. He stares down at them— he doesn’t even smoke but he figured that Tel would, which is why he carried them around seemingly for show. Poe turns one in the pack before he pulls it out, putting it between his lips as he searches for a lighter in his other pockets.

As the bitterness of the tabac hits his tongue while he finally finds the lighter and lights the cigarra, the door hisses open and Poe turns to see Rix, Tin, and Zoras walk out. Poe was relieved to see them, he at least got along with them and after Finn gave him some background information about them, he knew they were trustworthy.

Rix turned out to have one hell of a past. Though the quietest one, he is actually a master splicer and also managed to crack a few First Order codes and shut down some AT-AT walkers that were attacking the small town he was taking cover at. This put him really high on the First Order wanted list for sure, and he knew he had to go into hiding. That caught Poe by surprise for sure, considering how awkward and quiet the Rodian was.

Zoras had previously traveled around the galaxy, bouncing planet to planet to perform with the galactic circus she was a part of. Turns out, she was very talented: an acrobat, often showing off her agility and flexibility throughout shows. She was the star of the show, with her name and face plastered along every poster that was printed out. Although after an incident having to do with the First Order getting the circus disbanded caused them all to split, Zoras figured that being a featured dancer at the Crimson Club would be a way to lay low.

Tin, on the other hand, didn’t have much of a backstory. She had a way with words, Poe noticed— a natural pickpocket. And what better way to use those gifts than in the red-light district? Tin regularly conned her usual customers into paying more than what is usually offered for doing much less. Hell, if Poe didn’t know better he probably would have fallen for many of her tricks like the others did.

Each one of them had their talents, and Poe realized just how advantageous they would help make the Resistance against the First Order.

“Well, that’s a nasty habit, isn’t it Tel?” Zoras nods at the cigarra.

Poe sighs, before he pulls it out of his mouth and flicks it over the edge.

“Something on your mind, handsome?” Tin asks, leaning up against the railing of the balcony. “This wouldn’t have to do with our girl, Kyla, now would it?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, considering the way your jaw twitched at the mention of her name and the lack of eye contact, I would say it does have something to do with her.”

Poe really needed to work on his facial and body movements, he realizes.

“Let me ask you guys something,” he turns, now facing the three of them. “What do you think of that Tyris Pic?”

“I don’t think about him at all,” Rix states bluntly. Poe scoffs a laugh, patting his shoulder.

“He’s handsome, though, gives you a run for your money,” Tin jokes, nudging Poe with her elbow.

“Why are you asking?” Zoras tilts her head.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tel here is tired of sharing The Sparkling Kyber with him.”

“No, that’s not it,” Poe quickly denies.

“Oh, then what is it?”

“There’s something sketchy about this guy. I can’t figure it out yet, but he’s bad news.”

The three glance at one another, clearly skeptical at his statement. Part of him doesn’t blame them, of course he sounds ridiculous when there isn’t any given proof yet. Zoras is the first to speak, crossing her arms as she steps forward.

“Tel, are you sure this isn’t about something else?”

“Like what?”

“That you’re jealous of Mr. Pic,” Rix says, simply. Poe is quick to face Rix, who only shrugs. “Just saying.”

“I’m not jealous—“

“You know what this reminds me of?” Rix intercedes, raising a scaled green finger. “Auren and Lorn.”

“Oh my stars, right! I forgot about them.” Tin pushes off the railing of the balcony. “Didn’t they head somewhere together?”

“Who are Auren and Lorn?” Poe asks.

“Auren used to be a dancer here. And Lorn was one of her regular clients. But he wasn’t just that.”

“They were in love. Auren used to give him private dances, and then slowly stopped giving her other usuals dances as well,” Zoras sighs. “It was plainly obvious to everyone.”

“One of her other, more high ranking customers turned out to be a General for the First Order. He wasn’t too happy about it, and threatened the two of them and Boz.”

“But then they took off. Just disappeared one night. Everyone says that they skipped the planet to be together, but others say that the First Order grabbed them before they could.”

Everyone stays quiet after that. Whether or not the latter happened, the fact that the First Order was involved sent chills throughout Poe’s body. It just seems that you both can’t get away from them.

“You may not see it, but we do, Tel,” Zoras says. “We see how protective the escorts are, but you can be on a whole different level when it comes to Kyla.”

“I told you to dial it down,” Tin sings.

“There’s nothing to dial down,” Poe huffs, slightly annoyed. “I’m just doing my job.”

“And taking it more seriously than others would. Plus, you look at her differently.”

Poe wants to deny it, he really does. Deep down, something is keeping him from doing so, but he doesn’t know exactly what that is.

So he only shakes his head, not even sparing a glance at his three friends— which Poe realizes is the first time he’s actually thought of them as friends.

“I’m going to bed, I’ll see you guys down at the club tomorrow.”

He doesn’t give them a chance to say anything, because he just has to get out of there as quickly as he can.

Poe doesn’t know why everything Rix, Zoras, and Ton said to him affects him in such a way. Sure, he is very protective of you— okay, maybe he can be a little too overbearing. But that’s because he doesn’t want you to get hurt or in any type of trouble.

But… what if it is something more? Or is it just the fact that you’re the only familiar thing in his life at this moment? Were Rix, Zoras, and Tin right?

Then he realizes… shit, they are right.

Because every night since before the mission even started, he felt this tug towards you. He always had to make sure you were okay, that you had eaten or were prepared for everything. He always glanced over at you in case you decided you needed him and he would quickly drop whatever he was doing just to help you. You became his first priority.

Not to mention how he often thought about you even if you were right next to him— how he loved hearing your laugh or seeing you smile, the smell of the perfume you wore slowly became his favorite scent. And it wasn’t just his thoughts, you also invaded his dreams. They started off as just simple dreams, but then over time since he’d gotten to know you, they became something… more. And he often scolded himself for it because he shouldn’t think of you in those ways. You were his partner and he knew there were boundaries set.

As Poe continues down the hall, he finds himself automatically in front of your door. He should apologize, right? For almost putting you guys at risk? Although he doesn’t regret shoving Mr. Prick up against the wall, he knows it made you upset. And since you’re all he has in this moment, he can’t risk something like this getting in between you both.

He stares at your door, and though he lifts his hand up, he doesn’t move it an inch closer. He was sure you were asleep by now— it was late, and you had been spending your nights with Tyris. This was probably the earliest you got to bed this week.

Poe doesn’t want to ruin whatever sweet dreams you are having. He knows he should apologize, but your well-being right now is important. With a heavy sigh and guilt-bearing weight in his chest, he turns away to go to his own room.

When he dreams that night, it’s filled with the wonderful sound of your laughter and the beautiful sight of your smile— at something he said and not Tyris.

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[tintinwrites]

the arena | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: I have no idea what I wrote.

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty language. Canon-typical violence.

Word count: 1,751, apparently!!

Summary: You and Poe are captured by stormtroopers, but they have a peculiar plan for you.

Poe had been keeping his shoulder pressed against yours ever since the troopers put the stun cuffs on you, a way to let you know that he was there and he wouldn't let anything happen to you without saying it to you.

He realized he should keep his mouth shut when the hilt of a blaster would ram into his ribs every time he spoke.

But he was definitely making sassy remarks in his head.

You were pretty silent, occasionally giving him a fearful look that absolutely broke his heart.

Leia noticed you two worked well together and finally started putting you together on missions which Poe definitely didn't mind.

Not when you were an amazing pilot and he maybe had a slight crush on you.

This was probably your fourth mission with him and you would probably never go with him again knowing how often his dumb ass had to trick its way out of the enemy's clutches.

He never saw a more bewildered look than when you asked him if he had a plan to attack over a dozen stormtroopers and he said most of his plans were made up along the way.

Until the stormtroopers saw you both and easily overpowered you, and you glared at his plan-lacking self with almost disdain.

Disdain turned to fear when you were held in a cell overnight with no promise of escaping.

He slept since it's not like we'll figure our way out of this any quicker if we're exhausted and woke up at some point to you curled up in his lap; that was when he swore to himself that he'd get you out of there.

But a plan wasn't any closer by afternoon the next day, and a couple of troopers were leading you through a series of tunnels until you came to a barred door.

"All the memories we've made and all I get is a lousy execution on a random planet?" It was Poe's first sassy comment that day and he reared back as one of the stormtroopers held a blaster in his face.

"Poe, don't," though you were also wondering why they captured two fairly prominent members of the Resistance only to kill them without Kylo Ren or General Hux there to watch with enthusiasm.

The two of you shared a confused look when his stun cuffs were removed and then yours.

It wasn't like you needed your hands to stand in front of a firing squad, right?

"You're going to let us try to stop blaster bolts with our hands?"

"This is to give you a chance, rebel scum. It makes it more fun for us."

Cuffs were yanked off and you were shoved out of the tunnel through the now open door into what looked to be an arena of some sort.

You were standing in a large muddy patch that was enclosed by a circle of seats, filled with local beings and stormtroopers who all booed at the sight of you and Poe.

Even though you were an important presence in the Resistance, you'd never actually really been captured by the First Order and this was all very new to you; thankfully the man next to you didn't seem disgruntled by the way you pressed into his side.

He was looking around in awe himself, both of you looking over your shoulders when the bars shut behind you and no stormtroopers followed you out.

Poe's gaze stayed on the audience as he leaned down to mutter to you, "What kind of execution is this?"

You shrugged and flinched when a voice started to boom through the arena.

"Ladies and gentleman, for your entertainment! The infamous Poe Dameron and what seems to be his pet. The rebel scum will have a choice...die fighting the beast or die rolling over in fear of it. And if we know the Resistance, they'll die rolling over."

"We have to fight a beast?!" You tried to run back to the door and Poe grabbed onto your arm to pull you back to him.

"Hey, no! Look, I know you're mad at me for the fact that I make plans up on the fly, but there's no way out of here and that's what we gotta do right now. It's two against one. We're gonna fight our way out of this."

"I...okay..."

Poe had been speaking quick and low for only you to hear, and you could barely register what he said in your fear, but he was all you had right now which meant you were going to listen to him.

He'd been captured more than you, though not necessarily forced to fight something that was apparently terrifying enough to be called 'the beast'.

You might have been willing to listen to Poe's instructions, but you were mostly going to stay by his side.

That's what you were gripping onto when the bars on the other side of the muddy field slid open.

"Two against one, sweetheart." Poe might've been entirely calm on the outside, but you could feel his heart pounding where your head pressed against his chest.

"I know."

Of course, two fairly average people against the seven-foot-tall, horned piece of pure muscle that stomped into the mud wasn't exactly a fair fight.

You stared and Poe whispered a worried, 'fuck'.

That was enough movement for the beast to look at you and roar, bolting in your direction.

Poe pushed you further behind him, backing up as quickly as he could.

"New plan: you stay away from that thing!"

"I like that plan!"

It had to be even taller than seven feet with the two long horns on its head. It had dark eyes and a wide snout, a defined torso and muscled limbs.

Hands, yes, but hooves for feet that made it stomping towards you menacing.

Neither of you were faster than it and there wasn't anywhere for you to run, and it lowered its head to grab Poe between its horns and easily fling him to the side.

You seemed to be trapped in its gaze and it wrapped a hand around your throat, quickly lifting you into the air.

Maybe you wouldn't have even known it had thrown you if you hadn't slammed to the ground halfway across the arena.

The mud cushioned your fall a bit, but you were pretty sure at least one of your ribs was broken.

"Y/N! Damn!" Poe managed to dodge the beast when it charged at him, skidding through the mud and falling to his knees next to you.

"My side hurts, but I'm fine."

He started to say something else and then his eyes widened. "Oh, shi—"

His exclamation was from the creature grabbing onto his ankle and dragging him back as he clawed at the mud in a pitiful attempt to stop it.

It turned Poe over and grabbed onto the front of his shirt, lifting him up slightly and then slamming him back down.

You ignored the pain in your side and stood up, gathering up a ball of mud and pelting it at the thing.

Some of it hit its nose and splattered into its eyes, and it stumbled away from Poe with another loud roar.

You ran to him, falling to your knees to check on him and it was much easier to kneel than it was to stand with your throbbing ribs.

He pushed himself off the ground, sliding next to you. "That's gonna hurt like a bitch later."

Too thankful that he didn't have a broken back or anything to yell at him, you leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment and that was when you noticed something important about this said beast.

"Look between his legs."

"The idea that I'm willing to sleep with anything is a rumor—"

You put one hand under his chin and the other on his hair, turning his head to look where you told him to.

There was rope beneath the creature's waist, tightened on certain parts.

"I'd probably kill anything I see too."

"New plan: distract him."

You moved to your feet again and walked to the wall where you wouldn't be seen as easily, gesturing for Poe to do as you said when he stared at you.

He looked pretty doubtful, but stood to look at the beast that had wiped the mud out of its eyes and was now angrier than probably ever.

It was walking slow, preparing to kill the much shorter pilot at any moment as he started to ramble on about talking about things instead of fighting each other.

That was enough for it to not see you hugging against the wall, creeping up behind it. You dove for it the moment you were slightly within reach and the moment it moved to attack Poe, grabbing onto its legs and holding on tight as it immediately tried to kick you off.

Your ribs were definitely broken now if they hadn't been already, but you had enough adrenaline to ignore it, reaching with one hand to try and loosen the rope.

It was yelling, the audience was yelling, Poe was yelling, and it was very possible that you were also yelling.

But then the rope slid down the beast's thighs and everything went completely still.

And you, slick with wet mud, plopped tiredly down to the ground.

"They did all this to you, buddy. Go show 'em what you think of that," Poe said gently.

"Please do."

The beast didn't hesitate to run for the shocked audience, sending them scattering to find the exit as the stormtroopers fired blaster bolts that did nothing to it.

Alarms went off and doors slid open all over the place for a quick escape, which prompted a muddy Poe to help you to your feet.

You slipped and he opted for picking you up instead; the stormtroopers were bound to remember that they wanted you dead and Poe didn't want to hang around.

He was panting by the time you made it away from the arena and to a place that was momentarily safe, where he gently set you down.

"You're never going on a mission with me ever again, are you?"

"Are you kidding me? I obviously have to help you out."

"You're probably the coolest person ever."

"I know."

You sat on the ground together to gather your bearings and then you could go find your ships.

You looked at Poe.

"Let's go home?"

"I love that plan."

[juno-eclipsee]

Moonbeam - Poe Dameron x reader

A/n: It’s currently 3:58 am when I’m posting this so I literally don’t know if this is any good. I wrote it in like an hour and a half after getting inspiration from who knows what. Also this is my first comfort fic any criticism is welcome. 

Rating: G

Warnings: None really, a palm get cut but that’s really it

Word count: 1.4k (I’m trying to teach myself to write smaller fics)

Summary: Poe finds his mechanic crying her eyes out in the middle of the night. He can’t just do nothing.       Poe Dameron never slept well the night before a mission. Too many possibilities flying around in his head. Tonight was no different, and he could only stare at the ceiling of his room for so long before he started to get stir crazy. 

     Which is why he found himself aimlessly wandering the tarmac, looking for something to hold his attention for more than a few seconds. It was an overcast night so he couldn’t even look out to the stars. It was strange to see the base so dead, it would be the perfect time for an attack. Poe quickly shook that idea out of his head, the last thing he needs before a mission is being afraid of something happening while he isn’t there. He’s had enough nightmares about that alone for it to invade his waking hours.

      However, there was one singular light left on, probably by a mechanic who forgot to turn it off before turning in for the night. The light shot across the tarmac like a moonbeam. A stark contrast to the overwhelming darkness that surrounded it.

     He was completely in his own head until a noise snapped him out of it. He couldn’t even identify it. It was sort of rhythmic, it kept happening in short bursts… Was someone crying?

     He followed the noise around for a moment, finding that it led him to his X-wing and the light. He hid behind a stack of crates and peeked around the corner, his field agent instincts kicking in for some reason. It was his mechanic, Y/n, quietly sobbing into her hands. The sight alone shattered Poe’s heart. To see someone so strong, the moonbeam of the Resistance who always punched a hole through the darkness, so upset was devastating. Poe’s stomach dropped, something really bad must have happened for her to be in such a state. 

     He hid back behind the crates, trying to think of a way to go about the situation in front of him. He felt an unnatural wave of anxiety roll over him, he wanted to help her but didn’t know if he would like what he would be told. He shook his head. Fuck it, he thought. His friend was in need and he’d be damned if he doesn’t do something about it. 

“Y/n?” He called out as he rounded the crates, finally coming into view of the scene before him. Tools littered the ground and a panel was missing from the belly of his ship. At the sound of her name, Y/n jumped out of her skin and started frantically wiping away tears, as if her red face wouldn’t give it away. 

     “Hi,” She said, voice tight and shaky. “What are you doing up so late?” She asked with a sniffle. If Poe’s heart could break any more, it definitely did. 

     “I think the real question is what’s going on with you?” He asked before sitting down next to her on an overturned crate. His question just made her sob more, he didn’t know why, but he rubbed her back and waited patiently for her to calm down. Poe pulled her head to rest on his shoulder, his cheek resting on the crown of her head. “It’s alright.” He whispered. “Why are you crying, doll? I can’t stand to see you like this.” 

     “It’s a long story,” She swallowed hard before continuing. “It’s really stupid.” Poe squeezed her shoulder, making her melt even more into his embrace. 

      “Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ve done something stupider.” She scoffed at this, making Poe feel just a bit better. She took a second, staring at the ground. Poe pulled his head back and could see the gears turning in hers. 

     “I think I’ve just been really stressed out lately. So many X-wings are coming in and the mechanics are so understaffed to the point where I can’t even remember the last time I slept for more than maybe two hours.” She had to compose herself again, silently cursing herself out for this long explanation Poe probably wasn’t even asking for. She always rambled when her Commander was near, he seems to just have that effect on people. And the massive crush she’d had on him for a modest two years certainly didn’t help. “So I was just trying to check on one of your S-foils because you said it was being annoying last time and I went to put the panel back when I was done and the corner cut my hand and,” Oh, gods, the tears are back, she thought. 

     “And that was what broke the dam?” She nodded. He reached for her hands, pointing the palms towards the light. Sure enough, an ugly gash stretched about an inch up her palm. It looked painful. 

     “And the stupidest part is that it doesn’t even hurt that bad.” She said, trying to laugh, but a fresh stream of tears said otherwise. Poe was quick to wipe them away. 

     “Tell you what,” His hands held her chin gently and tilted it towards him. It was the first time Y/n was brave enough to look him in the eye. His eyes were glassy, too. It hurt like a knife to see someone so close to him in so much pain, physical or emotional. “How about you come back to my room, I’ll fix up your hands, and we’ll see if you can get a good night’s sleep that’s more than two hours, okay?” His offer was tempting, and her eyelids were getting heavy from crying them out. 

     “But what about your ship?” She whispered, her throat still so tight she couldn’t control her voice. 

     “Don’t even worry about it. I’m no mechanic but I think I can handle one panel all by myself.” She smiled at that, and Poe’s heart soared. The annoying little voice in the back of his head told him to kiss her then and there, but he quickly ignored it. “So what do you say?” Her hand tightened around his. 

     “I’d really like that.” He raised her uninjured hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it. He tried to ignore the voice, but he’s only human. 

     “Perfect.” He stood up, Y/n following in suit. He turned the light illuminating his ship off, the only moonbeam that mattered to him was right in his hand. 

      The walk back to his room was quick, it was definitely bigger than hers. Perks of being a higher up, she guessed. They sat on his bed with a med kit open in between them. Poe’s hands moved with finesse, he’d hurt himself on accident enough times to know what to do. When her hand was wrapped in a bandage, Poe dug around his dresser for an old shirt she could wear. He finally found one of some band from Yavin IV she’d never heard of. He must have loved the shirt because of how soft the fabric was on Y/n’s skin. 

     “I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed.” He said, pulling back the covers. “You don’t, right?” He asked with a sudden urgency. 

     “No, I figured this was the plan anyway.” She said, her face a little red from the idea of being in his bed when he doesn’t have a shirt on and her whole legs were out on display. 

     “Good, come here.” He said as he climbed into bed and beckoned her to follow, which she did happily. It took a bit of shifting around to find a position comfortable for the both of them, but they  were content with Y/n’s head resting on Poe’s chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. His heartbeat and the rising and falling of his chest was almost enough to rock her to sleep.

     “If you ever have to talk about stuff like that again, come find me, okay. It isn’t healthy to keep it all bottled in.” He said, fingers carding through her hair. 

     “Even if it’s stupid?” She asked, only partly joking.

    “Even if it’s stupid, if it’s serious, if it’s everything in between. You can tell me anything. I want you to know that.”

     “Thank you.” She whispered into his chest. Poe responded by planting a kiss to the top of her head before turning off the overhead light. This must be what bliss feels like, he thought. Holding close the woman he loves, not that he’d ever admit it was love because he was a stubborn bastard and he knew it. But still, it felt pretty good. 

     Even though he had his mission tomorrow, and she had a long line of ships to fix in the morning, they slept better than they had in years.