#considerate poe dameron

[finnpoefanevents]

"You choose right over wrong. When it's dark, you try to bring some light. You end your journey knowing you made things brighter.  ―Poe Dameron, to Black Squadron

"You have no place in this story. You came from nothing. You are nothing. But not to me"―Kylo Ren to Rey

"Dameron's commitment is absolute. And he's our best pilot. He'll get what we need." "I've never worried about Poe's commitment. My worry is for what that commitment may cost him."―Caluan Ematt and Leia Organa

[campingwiththecharmings]

for minigirl87

Hi, congratulations 🎊 on your 1 year anniversary. Could I request, please. Poe Dameron and the AU firefighter. I used to clean in a fire station and have a thing for firefighters, plus I could could easily see Poe as a fireman, lol. Take care ❤️

Some Like it Hot

For @minigirl87

AN: Another fic-aversary request! I know you sent this to me via messenger AGES ago and you probably don't even remember doing it but I need you to know that Firefighter!Poe has had me in a chokehold ever since lol. THAT SAID, I have no idea if this is what you were looking for but my muse is a whore (esp for Poe) so here we are. Absolutely shameless smut, very, very little plot. Hope y'all enjoy 😌❤️

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,297 Pairing: Firefighter!Poe Dameron x Photographer!F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, strangers to lovers, praise kink, please let me know if i missed anything. AO3

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Somehow, you’d known that it would end this way.  

Well, maybe not this exact way—with you fucking a smoking-hot firefighter in the dark room of your studio—but the second he’d walked into the room, you’d known something was bound to happen. Granted, you’d been thinking more along the lines of a coffee date or, if you were really lucky, dinner.  

The Universe had other plans, it seems (and who were you to argue?). 

His strong fingers grip you tightly as he fucks into you from behind, every powerful thrust of his hips all but knocking the breath from your lungs. A choked moan escapes you as he hits one of your sweet spots, cunt clenching around his (considerable) length and pulling a groan from between his lips. You feel so good, so full, the pleasure zinging through your body as he drags himself in and out of your slick heat.  

You don’t normally do this—this being fucking someone within hours of meeting them, without even knowing their full name—but there’s just something about this guy—Poe—that makes you wanna give him everything. 

It had started innocently enough, just lingering glances and a bit of flirting, but the tension had grown between you the longer the shoot went on. More than once, your gaze had lingered, unable to stop yourself from admiring him—with his leanly muscled body, chiseled jaw, deep eyes, and that stubborn curl that kept falling across his forehead. He could tell you were into him; you’d known by the way he’d looked at you. 

Normally, you were more professional while you worked, more respectful of the vulnerability of your subjects as you shot them. You’ve never felt this before though, this pull, this need, and it surprised you how quickly you’d thrown out all your principles for what you assumed was just a one-time thing. 

“Taking me so well, sweetheart,” Poe slurs, the pace of his thrusts faltering slightly as you flutter around him. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

You can’t help the whine that escapes you at his praise, your fingers gripping the edges of the counter he has you pressed against. You kind of wish you could see his face (you bet he looks stunning when he comes), but he’s hitting you so deep like this it’s a little hard to complain. 

He grunts when you flutter around him again, your fingers aching as your grip on the counter tightens. You’re so close, can feel the tension coiling inside you as he spears into you again and again. You push back to meet him and he moans, his cock somehow reaching even deeper inside you, electricity zinging up your spine. 

“Please,” you breathe, unsure exactly what you’re asking for. 

He seems to know though, adjusting his thrusts so he can lean forward and slip his hand between your thighs, calloused fingers immediately finding and circling your clit. You whimper in pleasure as a myriad of sensations race through you, your arms shaking as your body is pushed closer and closer to the brink.  

“You’re right there aren’t you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his voice thick with his own pleasure. “You’re so close, squeezing me so tight—” 

All you can do is moan in pleasure, in agreement, the combination of his cock and his fingers making you feel almost drunk. 

“Need you to come for me,” he pants, more of a plea than a demand. “Need to feel you.” 

Without warning, Poe pulls you up from the counter so your back is flush against his chest. Your mouth falls open in surprise, a noise somewhere between a squeal and moan escaping as he grinds up into you, his thrusts slower now but no less devastating. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, head lolling back against his shoulder as he groans in agreement.  

He’s just as far gone as you, it seems, his thrusts a little sloppier now as he nears his peak.  

“Pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he slurs, his mouth and tongue molten against your heated skin. 

You feel like you're drowning, like he’s suffocating you with pleasure. You need something, something to hold onto, something to keep you grounded. You reach back, plunging your fingers into his soft curls, gripping them for dear life. You’re so close, right there at the edge, the tension inside you wound so tight you feel as if you might burst.  

Another brush of his fingers against your clit is enough to send you soaring over the edge, your body shaking in his arms as your release slams into you. Poe’s groan is choked as you convulse around him, but he fucks you through it, mumbling words of praise and encouragement in your ear as waves of pleasure surge through you (“That’s it, baby, soak my cock. Oh fuck, yeah, just like that, oh good girl—”) 

He stills a moment later, spilling his thick, hot cum deep inside you, his strangled moans muffled as he buries his face in your neck. You relax a little as you come back down, the solidity of his body against yours comforting. You stay like that for a moment trying to catch your breath, the two of you panting and half naked in the middle of the room. After what simultaneously feels like two seconds and an hour, he pulls back a bit from your neck, leaving a gentle kiss at the top of your spine that makes something in your chest ache.  

“Okay?” he asks, his voice soft and a little raspy. 

You hum, nodding as you allow yourself to melt into him a little, your body going limp in his hold. He chuckles softly, tightening his arms around you and pressing another kiss against your neck. For a moment, you let yourself pretend, pretend that the two of you aren’t strangers, that this isn’t a one-time thing, that he’s yours (and you’re his). 

He slips out of you with a hiss, the loss of him dragging you back to reality. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage to stand on your own, shakily pulling your clothes back on before turning to face him. Considering the position you were just in, it’s silly how awkward you suddenly feel. You lean against the counter behind you, chancing a glance up at him; the soft smile on his lips makes your heart skip a little. 

Ugh, he looks just as gorgeous in the red light of the dark room as he did when he’d waltzed into your studio hours ago. A part of you kind of hates him for it. 

Before you can say anything, he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you kiss him back, your arms winding around his neck. His hands settle on your waist, pulling your body against his as he licks into your mouth. You moan softly, completely lost in him, in the way he’s making you feel. When you part for air, he presses his forehead against yours, your pants mingling in the small space between you. 

“Go out with me,” he breathes, his nose bumping against yours. 

You huff a laugh at the request (demand?), fingers tangling in the curls at the base of his skull. He smiles again, his lips brushing over yours. 

“Probably should’ve asked that before, huh?” 

You laugh again, still breathless. “Better late than never.”

His laugh is husky and the sound of it makes something warm settle in your gut. “I appreciate you being so understanding.” 

You bite your lip, smothering your smile. “I know you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” 

He hums in agreement, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you again. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

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PART 2

[the-little-ewok]

“permission to lean in?” “permission granted”, “with your lips on mine…”, and “you kissed me last night.” “and you didn’t stop me.” with Poe?

Unremarkable

Poe Dameron x G!N reader

Rating : M

Wordcount : 1400

Warnings : Non descriptive sexual contact mentions, sort of enemies to lovers (but also sort of not?), mentions of marriage, a bunch of teasing and banter.

Summary : The morning after the night before has you giving Poe some choice feedback.

A/N : Sorry I kept this kinda short and sweet and I didn't include one of the prompts. It was difficult to fit in. And sorry it's taken me so long to finish it!

Un-beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes!!

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"You kissed me last night," Poe comments the moment he walks into the empty meeting room, unceremoniously throwing himself down in the chair beside you, scrambling to catch the cup of caf he upsets on the table in the process.

"And you didn't stop me," you reply with a sigh at his actions, mopping up the spillage as he gives you an apologetic look. Even as a General, Poe was still a disaster flyboy, though you don't know why you thought that would ever change.

"Oh I know. I just wanted to remind you about it so it was at the forefront of your mind," he grins, not missing a beat in the conversation despite the mess he's made. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the heat that prickles the back of your neck at the memory of what followed that kiss, the one that had you both stumbling into a supply cupboard of all places. Yes you might have instigated the kiss, but Poe had taken it much further than you had intended at that moment.

"You're right, I did need a reminder because it was pretty forgettable," you shrug, as though there isn't molten lava flowing through your veins at the memory of his tongue between your teeth, his body pressed against yours, the sound of supplies clattering to the ground from the shelves with the force of his thrusts.

You don't look at him, but out of the corner of your eye you see Poe's eyebrows shoot up somewhere into his hairline, and you have to bite your tongue to stop your laughter. He recovers quickly, leaning back in his chair and attempting to look as nonchalant as possible.

"So you won't be wanting a repeat tonight then?" He asks casually, picking up his datapad and flicking through it as though he isn't subtly watching your reaction.

You shrug noncommittally, dragging out your consideration as you sip what's left of your caf.

"Hmm, I don't think I had plans tonight, but that said I'm sure I can find something better to do."

"Than me?" Poe scoffs, as though he can't possibly imagine you would want to spend a night anywhere else. He gives up the show of looking at his work, throwing the data pad back on the table and folding his arms. "Well I heard Retha is hosting a film night in the mess. I'd probably have more fun at that than with you anyway."

"Probably,” you shrug, “but you know you can't concentrate through an entire film.” You glance over at him, watching his eyebrows pull together in a frown. He knows you're telling the truth but he's spoiling to argue about it.

"How would you know? You fall asleep ten minutes in and then wake up for the end asking twenty questions about who people are,” he accuses in retaliation, meeting your gaze with a glare of his own.

You jump back in, ready to defend yourself because he knows the problem is him. How many times have you settled down in his bunk to watch something and ended up under him, above him, and well, a whole lot of other positions that did not in any way involve watching the film.

"That's a lie. You've hardly ever let me watch properly to know what's going on anyway!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks. You give him a pointed look of warning, wondering if he really wants you to bring up his handsy antics in front of the other resistance members who have started to file into the room. When he continues to glare at you you decide he clearly needs it spelling out.

“It means maybe I don't know what's going on because someone can't keep their di-” you cut off your hissed reply, temporarily putting your argument on hold as Poe is interrupted by one of his commanders. You offer up a small smile at the others who begin taking their places around the table, chattering softly between themselves.

When everyone seems otherwise distracted Poe rounds back on you, unable just to simply drop the topic.

"Okay, point taken, but I only interrupt the boring films," he concedes, folding his arms stubbornly. "And let's be fair you've never complained."

"Well there's never really anything to comment on, complaints or otherwise" you shrug, watching his mouth fall open that for a second time you've insulted what he considered his second best talent to flying. His eyes flash dangerously and you can't help squirming in your seat, a delicious tingling licking across your skin at the thought he may make you pay for that, one way or another.

Poe’s eyes narrow and he leans in close to you.

“Oh really? Not even that one time we-”

"Are you two done?" Finn interrupts, making both of you startle. You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, realising everyone at the table is now staring at the two of you. Sitting back you fold your arms, it's Poe’s fault. He started it.

You catch the tail end of Poe's grumbled comments to himself as he gets up to host the meeting, turning on the screens with a "forgettable…show you nothing to comment on."

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You stay behind as everyone filters out, leaning against the edge of the table waiting for him.

"So," Poe asks coming to stand in front of you, placing his arms either side of you, caging you in place. "Forgettable? I doubt you would have married someone who left you with forgettable hmm… moments." He settles on with a grin.

You laugh, amused that he's still not over the fact you said that, even almost two hours later.

"I was caught up in the momentum of victory," you tease, enjoying the butterflies his closeness gives you, still basking in the joy of being newlyweds after the end of the war. "I was excited to marry the resistance poster boy. Who knew he'd become so predictably boring? I mean really Poe? A supply closet? You can do better than that."

He huffs in response, acting offended all over again.

"Oh so now I'm forgettable and boring? I really thought you were still hopelessly in love with me and enjoying every moment of christening our new base. I mean, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it, rather loudly if I remember correctly," he gives you a smug grin and a raise of his eyebrow. He knows full well how much you enjoyed it and yes, perhaps you had been just a little bit loud about it.

You shrug, still playing along.

“Oh baby, that was all show. I couldn't let you think you were disappointing. You are the big scary General after all,” you tease in a babyish tone.

Poe glares at you, stepping back and clasping his hands behind his back, looking every inch the leader he is. The look he gives you sends heat rushing through your veins. The game is wearing thin, his jaw is tense and his eyes are narrowed, waiting for your move. He wants to prove your comments are wrong, even though he already knows you are only teasing.

"I guess I've interpreted this situation completely incorrectly and you don't want to help your General check out all the rooms, including the supply closets?” He asks, unmoving.

You lick your lips, fixing him with a sultry gaze.

“Well, I might be convinced, if only so I can help improve your performance.”

"Well aren't you just so selfless?" He rolls his eyes but steps towards you anyway. "You know I was thinking we could see how this room fairs but I assume that's too predictably boring for you?"

"Well," you grin, "we don't have that much time and this room is conveniently empty."

Another step towards you, "You're sure you have nothing better to do?"

“I have a free five minutes. That's all you need right?” you shrug, making the pilot break all pretence and start laughing.

He grumbles something about cheek and insubordination but you’re too distracted with the way he lights up when he laughs to care about his insults. You’re struck once more with a wave of love, the same one that made you fall for him all that time ago. Stars you adore him, you want him, you need him.

"Permission to lean in?" You ask, curling your fingers into the collar of his shirt, pulling him against you as Poe takes your waist.

He pauses for a moment, making a show of considering your request before his expression finally softens. He leans in to whisper against your lips.

"Permission granted."

He makes sure what happens next is anything but forgettable.

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[castiwls]

so high school - p.d

Paring; poe x reader

Prompt;'you know how to ball, i know Aristotle

Requested; anon

Notes;this song screams poe dameron omg

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sound of music pulsed through the small bar. The small room was packed tight full of any and everyone who had their weekend free from the war, all happily conversing over the music.

A hand landed on your thigh causing you to look over at the man beside you. Poe grinned pushing another drink your way before taking a sip of his own. “Relax.” He nodded at the drink. “It’s your day off, enjoy!” 

Looking down to the drink you inspected it for a moment before taking a small sip. The alcohol burned slightly as you took another drink. It had been so long since you’d even as much smelled alcohol that you felt the effect almost immediately. 

The burn lingered in your throat for a moment before subsiding, allowing you to take another drink. Poe’s arm came to rest around your shoulder as he tucked you into his side. He continued his conversation with another pilot sparing you a quick glance.

Soon enough your drink was empty and you were beginning to feel considerably more relaxed as you rested against his side. “Come on. I wanna show you something.” Poe’s arm slipped from your shoulder as he grabbed your hand.

You waved a quick goodbye to the people at the table before he began guiding you towards the door. You stumbled slightly feeling the room tilt as you drew closer to the door. The night air was cool as you stepped outside into the small clearing.

“Where are we going?” You looked up slowly tracing his face with your eyes. You couldn’t help but think that Poe was maybe one of the most attractive people you had met. It was no surprise he’d quickly begun the poster boy for the Resistance with his dark hair and charming smile.

“You’ll see.” He teased squeezing your hand slightly. Before joining the Resistance you’d done a small stint in the New Republic’s senate. Leia had almost immediately taken a liking to you and had taken you under her wing, something which had ended with you following her to the resistance a few years later.

You’d quickly begun working with her in command and had found that you not only enjoyed the thrill of war but also the more diplomatic side. She’d quickly pushed you into any and all negotiations between the Resistance and other planets and that had been how you’d first crossed paths with Poe Dameron.

It hadn’t taken long for him to steal your heart and for you to steal his. 

“Okay, close your eyes.” He paused turning to face you. You tilted your head rasing an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise.” 

“I don’t like surprises, you know that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as he rolled his eyes waving a hand at you. “Yeah well you're gonna like this one, I promise.” You stared at him for a moment before letting out a breath and closing your eyes.

Poe grinned before reaching for your hand. “Keep ahold of my hand alright.”

Before you could respond he began walking again, slower this time as you followed him blindly. As you waked you raked your mind for anything this surprise could be.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” His voice was behind you now. Slowly you opened your eyes. Taking in your surroundings a small gasp left your lips. “How did you find this place?” You turned your head to face him, your eyes wide in wonder.

He smiled down at you, his eyes full of adoration as he wrapped an arm around your waist pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I was doing a flyover a few days ago and noticed it.” He rested his head on top of yours. The area around you was like nothing you’d seen before. A small stream ran through the area as small firefly bugs quietly buzzed, creating small specs of light. The grass seemed greener somehow and was covered in all types of flowers. 

“It’s beautiful,” You said quietly watching the small bugs as they flew around. 

Poe’s grin only grew wider as you continued to take in the area. Moments like this made all the stress of war seem slightly more worth it. He’d finally found the girl of his dreams and he’d been on cloud nine ever since. 

Seeing you so relaxed as you stood in his arms left him feeling content for the first time in a while. Turning in his arms you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” 

He smiled before leaning down and connecting your lips again.

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 15

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Our reader and Rey are off to find Luke! I wonder how it'll go for them... As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3,627

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

As you gave Poe one final look, you turned to head into the Falcon along with Rey. Chewie was already inside as you entered, waiting in the cockpit along with R2 who you hadn’t expected. You sat down in the pilot’s seat while Rey was behind you, Chewie in the co-pilot seat. 

“We ready to go meet Luke Skywalker?” you asked aloud.

Chewie growled in response and flicked a few buttons to help get the systems online while you primed the engine.

“To think you need to press so many things to even get this thing off the ground…” you muttered as you took the controls and began to pilot the three of you off of the ground.

As you broke the atmosphere, you tried to remove Poe from your mind and how the two of you had left things off. Poe was important to you, more than anything else, but you had a job to do and it took precedence, after all, if you failed you’d never be with him. You hoped Poe would be ok while you were gone and maybe when you got back you would be able to finally tell him, regardless of how he responds. Chewie locked in the coordinates for hyperspace and you pulled the lever, sending your group into the endless void of blue and white. It took a while, along with a few instances where the ship shook a little too hard and you wondered if you were flying straight through an asteroid field. The entire time, you could feel Rey’s trepidation over meeting the famed Luke, along with being able to learn more about herself and being a Jedi. So much so in fact, that she had pulled you off to the side for a moment.

“Y/N, may I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” you warmly replied.

She looked off for a moment in thought before returning to you, “You told me what the force was, and that Jedi and Sith are those who are able to influence it. Is that all that makes a Jedi or Sith? You said you weren’t a Jedi exactly, does that mean we are both on our journey to becoming Jedi?”

You sighed, “It’s hard to explain, and honestly everyone probably has a different answer to it. What makes a Jedi… it would have to be using your power in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I’m no Jedi myself so I can’t exactly give you the best answer, though I know that respectable Jedi from what I have seen, use their power to aid and assist, and well, have lots of wisdom.”

She took in your words carefully and thoughtfully, the gears turning behind her large round eyes, “Do you think Luke would train us?”

You thought for a moment, taking into consideration the memories of him you saw from Leia, “Honestly? I have no idea. I’d like to say yes but then again, he abandoned everyone and everything to live in solidarity. There’s a rather large chance he’ll turn us away the second we get there. Even so, we must try.”

She nodded in response and the two of you returned to comfortable silence.

After a while, a beeping noise notified you that you were about to exit hyperspace and you took at the controls in preparation. The ship exited hyperspace and you were faced with a blue planet of many shades in front of you, most likely an aquatic focused world. You didn’t bother trying to feel for Luke as you had tried that months ago, shortly after first getting to the Resistance. You could feel Leia across the galaxy if you had focused but no matter how hard you tried, once more, Luke was nowhere to be found. You hypothesized that he removed himself from the force, something extremely similar to what you had done when you had sealed yourself away.

“Alright guys, eyes open,” you said as you checked the scanners, trying to see if you could find anything.

As you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you came to understand that this was primarily a water world as there were only a few island structures that held land. The scanners picked up life forms on an island not far from your position and you immediately piloted the three of you towards them. As you arrived, you landed the ship and set out with Rey, Chewie and R2 staying back at the ship just in case. While you were on the ship, you could make out a human-like figure at the top of one of the hills and that’s where you and Rey headed towards first. As you walked along, you took notice of the strange animal life that lived there, the birds a strange shape along with various other land and water dwelling creatures. The walk wasn’t too long as you had reached the incline towards the hill where you suspected Luke was.

As you began to trek up the hill, you could feel Rey’s nerves rising, “You doing alright?”

She snapped to you a bit too quickly, “Yeah.”

You raised an eyebrow expectedly at her.

She sighed, “That obvious? We’re about to meet the Luke Skywalker, the Jedi who finally defeated Darth Vader. How are you not excited?”

“I know this is going to raise more questions in your head but, the reason I’m not excited is because for one, I knew his father, Darth Vader before he turned to the dark side, and he was a fine man. On top of that, with respect to Luke, I can’t condone him just… abandoning his family and the galaxy when they needed him the most,” you explained. “Don’t get me wrong, I don��t hate the guy or anything of the sort, just don’t agree with some of his choices.”

“You knew-“ she began with enthusiasm before she cleared her throat. “That’s a fair opinion.”

You didn’t realize it but as you were talking, you had managed to nearly get to the very top of the hill. As you took the last steps, you finally saw him. He had his back turned to the two of you and was at the edge of the cliff looking off into the water. After a few moments, he slowly turned to face the two of you, as if he knew you would be there all along. You made no motion to move or speak, knowing that Rey wanted to initiate, even though she didn’t verbally tell you that. Rey looked down at her belt, where Luke’s saber was clipped and removed it, walking forward and extending the saber out with her hand. You watched as you could see the familiarity shine through Luke’s eyes at his saber along with the excitement and nervousness you could feel from Rey. You almost thought the three of you would stand there forever until he finally grabbed the saber from her hands. After a few seconds of Luke looking at the saber in his hands, he suddenly flicked it and threw it behind him which shocked you and Rey. You didn’t even have time to react as he immediately began walking off. 

You and Rey shared a look of confusion before she turned to follow him, “Master Skywalker?”

The two of you followed him down the hill and around the mountain until you came up to a small village area with smaller creatures you had never seen before. You hadn’t paid much attention but there was a special feeling you had since you had come to the planet, as if it was much more than it seemed on the surface. A door was pulled shut in one of the buildings and you two understood that as Luke. 

“Master Skywalker?” Rey said hesitantly as she inched closer to the door. “I’m with the Resistance, your sister Leia sent me. We need your help.” After no response for a few moments, she tapped on the door with her staff, “Hello?”

“I don’t think he wants to speak with us,” you stated the obvious as you took a look around.

She sighed before she turned to look at you for a moment as she was in thought, “I’ll go retrieve the lightsaber.”

“Alright, I’ll head back to the ship and let Chewie know what’s going on,” you responded.

The two of you went your separate ways and after you had gotten to the ship, you explained what happened to Chewie and R2. It didn’t take much but Chewie had gotten right up, growling about how we’d see if Luke ignored us the whole time we were here, and set out towards the small town. You didn’t really mind as you knew they were old friends so you simply followed him, meeting back up with Rey who was still in front of Luke’s door, the saber in her hand as she contemplated how to knock.

“Chewie,” Rey said as she noticed the two of you approach.

He didn’t say much and simply walked up to the door and knocked on it.

“Go away,” you heard from inside.

“Wow, he actually got a response,” you mentioned.

With force, Chewie raised his leg and you knew what was about to happen. Next thing you knew, the door went flying off the hinges.

Chewie walked inside and began growling immediately towards Luke while he responded, “Chewie, what are you doing here?”

“He said you’re coming back with us,” Rey translated.

“How did you find me?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Long story. We’ll tell you on the Falcon.”

You internally sighed as you knew she might not have understood what that meant.

“Falcon?” Chewie’s head dropped while Rey finally understood. “Wait. Where’s Han?”

It was rather awkward and difficult but Rey recounted the story of what had happened to Han Solo, the group moving outside as Luke processed the information. He dropped to a sitting position as Rey’s words overtook him and you could sense the sadness within him, along with regret.

“There’s no light left in Kylo Ren,” Rey spoke with conciseness. “He’s only getting stronger. The First Order will control all major systems within weeks. We need your help. We need the Jedi Order back.” She took a step forward towards him, “We need Luke Skywalker.”

He looked at her knowingly, “You don’t need Luke Skywalker.”

Confusion burst within her, “Did you hear a word of what I just said?”

Incredulously, Luke responded, “You think what? I’m gonna walk out with a laser sword and face down the whole First Order?”

“It would at least be different than what you’ve been doing,” you commented.

He gave you a short look before standing and responding, “What did you think was going to happen here? You think that I came to the most unfindable place in the galaxy for no reason at all? Go away.” 

Rey was quick to respond as he turned and walked away, “I’m not leaving without you!”

The three of you shared a look and you spoke, “Rey, we might have to accept the fact that he’s given up, I think he has for a long time.”

“And if it was you? If you had given up, would you not have wanted someone to remind you that you could make a difference?” Rey asked you.

You thought for a moment before you smiled, “I would.” You rose and took a breath, “Alright, Chewie get back to the ship with R2 see if you can get a signal out to let the Resistance know our status.”

Chewie nodded and began heading towards the ship.

You looked at Rey, “Me and you? Let’s follow him around for the day, see what we see.”

Rey nodded with determination as the two of you began following where Luke had headed towards. As you walked up one of the many hills, you saw Luke up ahead and began to shadow him. He didn’t pay the two of you any mind as he kept walking, pausing at certain locations and continuing on. You eventually came upon a large creature that was laid onto the rocks near the shore. As you approached, Luke got ever closer and you noticed udders on the stomach area of the creature. Luke took out a bottle and began squeezing and milking the udders. It was quite the uncomfortable sight and you looked a bit to the side as he did so. The disgust and shock you felt next to you told you Rey was watching him do so as well. You looked back at the worst moment as he took the bottle to his lips and took a sip, a gooey liquid dripping down his lip into his beard. To say you had to fight a gag was an understatement as you took a deep breath and looked off to the distance. After that you kept walking once again until you reached another small peak and Luke threw his stuff down. You and Rey shared a look as he suddenly rushed forward and jumped! As you rushed forward, you realized there was an extremely long stick that stuck out from the bottom of the chasm where there was water waiting. 

He crossed the distance and hit the wall on the other side when Rey shouted, “Careful!”

He looked back with a knowing smirk on his face as he raised the stick. You looked down to see the bottom of it had sharp edges and realized it was most likely a spear. As he thrusted downwards, a rush of lightning suddenly struck the area and he pulled out the spear to reveal a fish! A storm was beginning to brew around you so Luke rushed back over and pulled the spear up to get the fish off. Afterwards, he threw it around his shoulders and began walking off once more as rain began to fall around you. The wind picked up rather quickly as well and you found yourself using your clothing to protect your eyes from the storm as you made way back to the small village. After getting back, he went back into his small house and shut the door behind him, leaving you and Rey to walk back towards the ship to hide out from the storm.

The next morning, you and Rey waited outside of Luke’s house once more to shadow him for the day. She played with the binary beacon that Leia had given her so that you could track where the Resistance was to meet back up with them and you wondered what was going through her head. After a while, the door finally opened and Luke came out. 

“You’re wasting your time,” he said, annoyed as he walked off. 

Neither you nor Rey said anything as you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him with words, at least not yet. So, once more you began following him as you did the day before. Though, as you had just begun following him, Rey slowed down and even took a knee.

“Rey? What’s wrong?” you turned and asked.

She didn’t respond as she turned her head to look off in the distance on the far side of the island. You relaxed a bit as you came to understood she had just then felt the light presence on the island. You had felt a strange connection with the force ever since you had gotten to the planet and understood it as a place with deep connection with both the light and dark sides of the force. 

She stood and began walking towards it and after taking a breath, you began to follow. You didn’t turn, but you could tell Luke had stopped and turned to see the two of you walking away. As you got closer to the location, you made out a tree in the fog, strange looking as its branches came together like bricks to a building. You stayed silent and allowed Rey to fulfill her own curiosity as the two of you entered the tree. As you entered, you made out a small bookshelf in the center of the small space left inside of the tree, a few books resting with a faint glimmer of sunlight coming through the cracks of the branches. You could hear faint whispering and knew that the texts were likely written by those sensitive to the force. Rey had just begun reaching out for the books and nearly touched them before you heard a voice behind you.

“Who are you two?”

The two of you turned to see Luke at the front of where you entered.

“I know this place,” Rey responded, actually shocking you as well.

“Built a thousand generations ago to keep these,” he had walked forward and now taken one of the books off of the shelf. “The original Jedi texts.” He opened one of them and ran his hand across the page, “Just like me, they’re the last of the Jedi religion.” He turned suddenly, “You’ve seen this place. You’ve seen this island.”

Rey looked around as she began to put things together in her head, “Only in dreams.”

“Who are you?” Luke repeated once more.

“The Resistance sent us,” you commented. 

“They sent you, what makes the two of you special?” he pressed as he approached.

You looked off to the side as he got closer to Rey, “Where are you from?”

“Nowhere,” she replied simply. 

“No one’s from nowhere,” he retorted.

“Jakku,” she finally answered. 

“All right, that is pretty much nowhere. And you?” he directed towards you.

You sighed, “Not that you’d know, but Mortis.”

His eyes widened impossibly as he stared at you but he quickly covered his reaction and moved back to Rey, “Why-why are you here, Rey from nowhere?”

You caught on to his reaction and furrowed your eyebrows as you analyzed him, does he know about Mortis? Would that mean he knows...

“The Resistance sent us. We need your help. The First Order’s become unstoppable-”

“Why are you here?” he inched ever closer to her, trying to goad the information out of her.

There was a silence that overtook the room and you could feel Rey’s attempt to put her feelings into words, “Something inside me has always been there. But now it’s awake. And I’m afraid. I don’t know what it is, or what to do with it. And I need help.”

“You need a teacher,” Luke was quick to respond. “I can’t teach you,” he turned away from the two of you.

“Why not?” Rey was quick to respond. “I’ve seen your daily routine. You’re not busy.”

She had gotten in his face and he cooly responded, “I will never train another generation of Jedi.” He turned around to leave the tree, “I came to this island to die. It’s time for the Jedi to end.”

“Why?” both you and Rey said simultaneously. 

Rey looked at you for a moment before returning to Luke, “Leia sent us here with hope. If she was wrong, she deserves to know why. We all do.”

Without giving a response, Luke left.

Poe’s POV

We had just come back out of hyperspace after narrowly escaping the First Order back at Yavin-4. We managed to take out that dreadnought but... we lost so many. It was my fault. I knew it was but I also knew I couldn’t let it cloud my judgment or else I’d risk getting even more soldiers killed. I walked up to Leia intending to talk to her, but right when I got up to where she was, she slapped me.

“You’re demoted.”

“What? Wait!” I tried to stop her from walking away. “We took down a dreadnought.”

“At what cost?” she refuted. 

“You start an attack, you follow it through,” I reasoned. “Poe, get your head out of your cockpit,” I turned away. “There are things that you cannot solve by jumping in an x-wing and blowing something up!” I couldn’t argue with her, “I need you to learn that.”

“There were heroes on that mission,” I managed, stopping her before she walked away.

“Dead heroes. No leaders,” she responded before walking away.

“We’re really nowhere, how are Rey and Y/N gonna find us now?” Finn asked. The general pulled her shirt sleeve up slightly, “A cloaked binary beacon.”

“To light their way home,” Leia smiled at him.

I knew about the beacon because it was the first thing I asked Leia when I found out Y/N was going on the mission. I needed him to be able to find me, to find us so we could be together again. I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure this fleet stays safe for Y/N to get back.

Your POV

You were outside of Luke’s house with Rey while she slept, watching over her. You had wanted to make sure Rey was ok after the events of the day. Whether she liked it or not, she connected with the force just slightly more after her confession with Luke, not to mention the island was a natural conduit. You could tell she was having dreams akin to nightmares as her emotions swirled violently. You didn’t look into them as you weren’t so close with Rey you would do that without her permission. Though her dreams were cut short as Luke walked up to the two of you and Rey awakened.

“Tomorrow at dawn. Three lessons,” he turned to enter his house. “I will teach you the ways of the Jedi, and why they need to end.” Without further notice, he closed the door behind him.

You and Rey shared a look between yourselves before you shrugged and she set her lips tightly, the both of you preparing to sleep for the day ahead of you.

Next Chapter

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Year of Themed Creations: July 2023 Collection (in progress)

WORDS:

When It Comes To You by @flightlessangelwings - Year of Protectiveness Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. (Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader)

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 - Year of Fandom Crossovers Lt. Marcus Moreno is posted to the Enterprise after a stint at Starfleet headquarters. His daughter Missy is eager to go but is he ready to return to space after losing his wife? (Marcus Moreno)

Love at First Fight by @ironmandeficiency - Year of Idiots after a tavern visit, you seriously consider getting your eyes checked when you mistake an unassuming dwarf for your best friend’s ex. (bofur / reader)

Full-Time Problem by @never--doubt - Year of Soulmates In a universe where everyone has timers that freeze when they meet their soulmates, it's hard to focus on that when a war is brewing. What will Rey and Finn do when they figure out that Poe has already found his soulmate? (Poe Dameron x Female!Reader)

A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker - Year of Flowers It took a long time to get over the boy that you used to spend time with in the Senate building, but your lives took you in separate directions. But when he shows up during the Clone Wars with a dire warning for your planet, you don’t want to let him go without telling him how you feel. (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader)

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff - Year of Small Joys More attempts at feeling out moments between Joel and Ellie, placed at a point when they have more trust in each other. Other than that it isn't any specific point in the timeline of the show. (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, no pairing)

Is This How It Ends? Pt. 4 by @artemiseamoon - Year of Whump Memories from the past haunt Rhea as she reflects on a moment that could be the cause of Santiago's personality change. (Santiago, OC Rhea, Frankie Morales)

First Dance by @hopeamarsu - Year of Firsts You find yourself with the Red Viper of Dorne. What would you ask from him? (Oberyn Martell x gn!reader)

Saying I Love You Through An Accidental Kiss by @songsformonkeys - Year of Saying I Love You  I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. Unbeta'd. (Joel Miller x reader Pre outbreak)

Buck Moon by @grogusmum - Wheel of the Year This is a companion to my one shot Your Spot Okay, I should admit from the jump. This is not all that pagany. It’s smut. Sorry. But not really. Oops. I just, okay, this is what happened on Frankie Friday, I was thinking about him and Rocket. I also kind of got interested in the challenge of writing a smut for a gender neutral reader, if I could manage it. Fingers crossed. (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Bird Strike by @captainsophiestark - Year of Olympians Prompt: Apollo; light, the sun, truth, inspiration, medicine, healing. Summary: A bird strikes brings Hangman down and leads to confessions from him and Rooster’s sister. (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader)

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Poe and Paige fic: Wear Me Out

“Poe, for fuck’s sake,” an annoyed, tired, and highly familiar female voice rang out. “It’s two in the morning.”

Poe looked up from his berth, stretched out on his stomach on one of Black One’s wings while he tinkered with the deflector shield generator. “Couldn’t sleep?’

Paige’s hair was up in a messy bun, fly-away strands surrounding her face. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Three nights in a row?”

“I’m trying not to bother you?”

“You know I’m still not convinced you’re not more into your ship than me.”

Poe couldn’t stop his smile. He rubbed the cool metal of Black One. “I’ve never denied our special bond.”

“At least you’re honest,” Paige said, and her lips were twitching like she wanted to smile but damn well wasn’t going to let Poe see her do it. “Do you want help? If there’s anything actually wrong, you know my sister Rose--”

“No, I’m fine.” There wasn’t anything actually wrong, and Poe was pretty sure Paige knew that. He was also pretty sure that Paige just wanted her sister Rose to have the opportunity to work on the Resistance’s best starfighter.

Maybe sometime Poe could offer to let her take a look. If Rose was half as smart as Paige said she was, she could probably come up with an improvement or two.

Paige paused, considering. “Are you ever going to come to bed?”

Poe gave this equal consideration. “Possibly?” Honestly, working on his ship was relaxing, and his sleep had been shit recently. He was sorry to bother Paige but this thing they had was still new and he wasn’t quite sure how exactly to be with her yet. Poe wasn’t always the best at navigating casual; he tended to jump in too quickly and too hard and he was trying not to this time.

He wasn’t entirely certain how much sharing was too much sharing, and if he had instead erred on the side of not enough, making Paige feel as though he didn’t care.

Poe had thought it would be easier with Paige, given their paths crossed so infrequently. He had thought they could have fun when they managed to both be on D’Qar at the same time. Instead it was all so kriffing complicated, when the point of this had been to be uncomplicated.

“You never stop moving,” Paige was muttering, and Poe wondered whether he should apologize.

She walked over to the ladder and climbed up to join him. Poe loved watching her move, smooth and graceful, so used to navigating narrow catwalks in her bomber. He sat up, putting his tools aside.

“Sorry,” he said, though he wasn’t sure now what he was apologizing for. Maybe just for himself in general.

Paige was still looking at him with that almost, not quite smile. She was wearing one of Poe’s shirts, just a little loose on her. “Why are you up here, Poe?”

“I don’t know,” Poe said, and looked away.

“My mother,” Paige said, and swallowed. “My mother always said it was good to share your fears with people who care about you. I guess we’re not… But I hope you know I do care about you.”

When Poe looked back at her, Paige was staring down at her knees. Poe brushed his fingertips over her knuckles. “Yeah. I mean, you’d have to, to put up with a hotshot pilot like me.”

Paige laughed, quick and sharp, and she smacked Poe’s arm. “Never gonna let me forget that, huh?”

“Considering how sure you were that’s all I was? Nah.”

“But you are a hotshot pilot, Dameron.”

Poe smiled at her. “Never denied it.” He let their mutual amusement fade back into quiet, thinking. “It’s not… Not anything specific, really.” No, that wasn’t true. Terex and traitors were extremely specific and even Poe couldn’t pretend he didn’t know why his sleep had been so poor lately. “I’m just worried about my squad, that’s all. I can’t, uh, I can’t talk about it. It’s not you.”

“Top secret?” Paige teased, but she touched his knee. “I know. Need to know, special missions from General Organa, all that. I get it. I just hope you know I’m here.” Her cheeks were faintly pink.

“I’m not going to forget you in my shirt, that’s for sure,” Poe said, but he leaned in to press his lips to Paige’s cheek so she would know he genuinely heard her, too, that he appreciated her caring and her effort to be there, even if neither of them knew what this was.

Paige scooted a little closer to him, her hand creeping up his thigh. “I can maybe think of a way to tire you out,” she suggested. “So you can sleep, and so you won’t stay up here all night.”

“Can you really?” Poe asked, arching an eyebrow dramatically. He shifted, spreading his legs, and Paige settled between them, her pretty face so close to his as she pressed in.

“I can keep your shirt on, if you like.”

“Kinky,” Poe said, grinning. He slid his hand up said shirt, caressing the warm, smooth skin of her back. “Tell me what sort of thing you were thinking of, to tire me out.”

Paige leaned in, her lips against his ear, her voice a low murmur, her hands wandering. “I was thinking that it’s such a lovely night out, and I love the sounds of the jungle. So maybe we could take a walk, and find a nice tree, and you could--”

“You had me at it’s a lovely night out,” Poe said, unable to stop himself from swallowing Paige’s words, kissing her with his hands in her messy bun while she straddled him.

Fun, Poe thought. They could have fun. It didn’t have to be complicated. They could have fun, and he could care a little, too.

“Careful,” Paige said, nipping at his lip, rocking into him. “We’ll never make it outside. Your droid might come looking for you in here; don’t want to horrify him.”

“Beebee’s seen worse,” Poe said, but he let Paige nudge him towards the ladder so he could hop down. He stretched his arms up and Paige rolled her eyes but jumped anyway, allowing him to catch her.

“Also,” Paige said, her eyes bright and full of amusement. “You can be as loud as you want. No thin walls to worry about.”

Poe looped his arm around Paige’s waist and said, “Like I said, you had me at it’s a lovely night out. Let’s go have sweaty, athletic, exhausting sex in the jungle.”

And maybe he’d even sleep afterwards.

[nowritingonthewall]

Ahhhh your pictures of soft Oscar with curls at stage door are so precious! I'm all 🤬 at the stories about people being rude and mean tho. I'm almost glad he didn't come out when I was there because there were a few folks waiting with a giant STACK of star wars posters for him to sign and I'm pretty sure they hadn't even attended the play. The sheer entitlement is ridiculous, he always looks so exhausted after each performance and tbh I wouldn't blame him if he just went straight to his car but he takes the time to meet his fans and actually smiles so sweetly when talking to them. Just be considerate and polite!

It really felt like having the child of Steven Grant and Poe Dameron right in front of you and he was such a sweetie (I am so sorry, I really start to sound like a parrot but I just don’t get over how precious he is) 🥰

I am sorry that you didn't get to meet him but I am still very happy for you that you got to see his play and his incredible performance, too!

Some people really don’t understand how lucky they are that he takes the time to meet his fans and that it is a beautiful bonus and not something that they are entitled to. And even if he doesn’t come out after a matinee, he still comes to stage door to quickly say hello, most of the time, which is so much more than most of other famous actors would do.

And yes, he gives so much during his performance on stage, and I literally worried that his voice might go any minute? And he is still so flipping patient and sweet and people still demand more 🥺

[gcdeater]

𝒉𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

oscar isaac . cis man . he/him ➶ DID YOU SEE THEM ?!  they’re finally back as a SPECTATOR , and you know they’re one of my favourites ! it’s FINNICK ODAIR , the FORTY-THREE year old WINNER of the SIXTY-FIFTH hunger games! i’m just so excited to see them returning to the capitol all the way from DISTRICT FOUR ! they won their games using A TRIDENT / CHARISMA so their tributes will no doubt be desperate for their wisdom. the capitol just loved them for being so CHARMING , even if they have been known to be ARROGANT at times. they DO  have a relative in this years games . ( character IS part of the uprising ) 

STATS

name: finnick odair birthday: august 13th zodiac: leo sun, pisces moon, libra rising gender: cis-man pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual biromantic role: victor of the sixty-fifth hunger games district: four family: annie cresta (wife), gill cresta-odair (son), sinead odair ☠ (mother), callahan odair ☠ (father), desmond odair ☠ (brother), enya odair ☠ (sister) faceclaim: oscar isaac

PERSONALITY

positive traits: charismatic, loyal, dedicated, generous, considerate, steadfast, protective, adventurous negative traits: egoistic, haunted, overbearing, dramatic, paranoid, vindictive  moral alignment: chaotic good mbti: enfj-a (the protagonist) enneagram: x temperament: x deadly sin: pride heavenly virtue: kindness parallels: brian o’connor (fast and furious), westley (the princess bride), nairobi (money heist), poe dameron (star wars: last jedi)

BACKGROUND

cw: murder, ptsd, implied coercion, implied sex work

You learn your way around a knot long before a book. Your parents insisted on taking all of their kids on the water in infancy. Learning to swim always preceded learning to walk. You remember being on the ship's floor, tying knots alongside your brother and sister, constantly competing to decide who’s most proficient at net making. 

The trident comes when you’re 4. It’s a common occurrence, so much so that they make child-sized tridents for this reason. Your parents teach you to fish this way, never out of necessity. The fullest meaning of their teachings would evade you until adolescence.

Your family manages to become so close-knit that you often forget you’re a family of careers. When not at specialty schools founded to produce career victors, you are spending time with family and friends, moving relatively freely throughout your district. 

You are dually mischievous and beloved. You earn the adoration and disdain of other teens your age. Your friends are as plentiful as your crushes and misbehavior. As are the broken hearts left in your wake. 

District 4 is more rebellious than most. You are given hundreds of reasons to despise them long before you can do anything about it. When the time came for you to win the games, you’d begin destroying it from the inside out. 

When you’re 14, your younger sister is reaped. The intention was always for your older brother to volunteer in either of your places, but you, cheeky as ever, beat him to volunteering when the moment came. A mixture of panic and amusement appears to overcome your family. 

You are cheeky and charming throughout the entire process. These qualities, alongside a visage kissed by the gods, earn you the favor of an entire nation. You simply do what you do best, and that makes people adore you.

The tropical arena almost perfectly suits your skillset. You make do with spears and knives at the beginning of the game. You are daringly solo throughout the entirety of it, not wanting to be hindered by another person.

When a sponsor gifts the trident, things go indefinitely in your favor. You’d trained almost your entire life for this moment. Deadly with the trident, it becomes an extension of your arms in your best moments. You begin creating nets with the jungle vines, using them to capture unsuspecting victors before finishing them off with your trident. This effort is eventually enough to carry you to victory. 

At first, victory is better than you could’ve ever expected. You are reunited with your family in the Victors’ Village, returning home to new lodgings even better than the last ones. You attend to your victor duties in the Capitol as necessary. You don’t realize how much they take a toll on you initially. The nightmares from the games are something else you’re unprepared for. You hadn’t expected your fellow competitors to continue living alongside you.

Some time after you’re twenty, President Snow presents you with an offer. Provide your company to wealthy capitolites. Don’t comply, and watch your family be massacred one by one. You bite your tongue, choosing cooperation until an alternative arises. 

Doting touches in exchange for the highest form of currency: secrets. In the Capitol, they are frequent and plentiful. You collect them for your own purposes and in the name of rebellion. The general public is none the wiser. To them, you’ve merely collected a plethora of lovers since your victory. 

Somewhere down the line, you make the mistake of falling in love. You begin a mentor and leave a lover. The only difference is that you crave her love above all else. So much so that it inspires you to cut ties with the life you’ve made in the Capitol once and for all.  

There are mixed feelings surrounding your retirement, but an overarching acceptance that they would no longer have your company. You marry your beloved, using a portion of your earnings for a familial home. Even amidst the haunting,  you always knew you wanted a family. When your son is born, your family adores him with as much veracity as they loved you. 

Your biggest mistake is allowing yourself to be complacent — even for a moment. You return to your childhood home, only to discover your family’s been massacred. You scramble for a reason, one which President Snow readily provides you. Leaving the Capitol was never up to you. The official reason is cited as rebel activity, though you understand best of all the underlying reasons. 

The remainder of your life is led in caution. You are weary of keeping others close, choosing instead to dedicate most of your time to what family you have left. Tragedy warps your personhood further. An air of reclusiveness that wasn’t there prior. You toe the line between the uprising and your familial duties. At every moment, you can’t help but wonder— 

What comes next? The weight of the sky already rests upon your shoulders. 

FUN FACTS

While Finnick is wholly against raising children as careers, he ensures Gill is equipped with proper survival skills. 

Is a seafood connoisseur. The best person to whip up a seafood dish.

Finnick is in tiptop shape. In a way, he never stopped training for the games, even long after it was over. He continues to be an avid swimmer and a master with the trident.

Is very much dadcore. Has special shoes just for grilling, and a plethora of Hawaiian shirts for vacations he’ll never go on. He’s more of a wine guy than a beer man, but what he lacks in IPA knowledge, he makes up for in dad jokes. 

Finnick’s been plagued with nightmares since immediately after the games. He tries to disguise them from the wider public, but it’s become increasingly difficult recently.

PLOT HOOKS

childhood friends / adolescent crushes / short lived relationships (prior to 23) /  victor friends he made in the capitol /  someone he knows secrets about / enemies he made in the capitol / unlikely capitolite friends / other middle aged people with kids to be friends with / an unofficial dad club (not limited to dads, welcome to anyone who enjoys embarrassing their kids around their crushes and owns a pair of grilling sandals)

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BBC Sherlock-

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

John Watson

Enola Holmes- 

Sherlock Holmes

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Finn

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Din Djarin

Paz Vizla

Harry Potter-

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Shang-Chi

Assassin’s Creed-

Ezio Auditore

The Hobbit-

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Bofur

Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo Baggins

Bard

Thranduil

Legolas

One Piece- 

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Trafalgar Law

Eustass Kidd

Red-Haired Shanks

Dracule Mihawk

Portgas D. Ace

Robb Lucci

Bleach-

Ichigo Kurosaki

Shunsui Kyoraku

Byakuya Kuchiki

Jushiro Ukitake

Kisuke Urahara

Kenpachi Zaraki

Toshiro Hitsugaya (Adult)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Gin Ichimaru

Ulquiorra Cifer

More to be added in the future!

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FALLOUT - Chapter 2

Chapter: 2 of 18

Rating: T+

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/blood/gore

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

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

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

Masterlist

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dr. Rand. How's Torin?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"General. With all due respect —"

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

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

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

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

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

"General Dameron! I'm so sorry —"

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BB-8 bumped into his heels with grumpy tocsin.

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

He was definitely late to his weekly briefing.

* * *

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

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

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

"Dusty."

"The rest of your sector?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Mayor Greer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[devilrebirth]

oscar character ocs ✨

so i've been putting together some oscar ocs and i will now present them to you bc i love their designs (but also this is just here so i can remind myself of who i've got so far) 😗😗

mild nsfw (lingerie and mentions of sexual relationships) below the cut

jules marlowe

name: julian 'jules' marlowe

age: mid 20s

pronouns: he/him

occupation: sugar baby

traits: caring, effeminate, flirtatious, loyal, openly affectionate, pillow princess, playful, sassy, sweet

traits (sexual): exhibitionist, experimentalist, rope bunny, slave, submissive

relationship: anselm vogelweide [chaotic couple]

song that fits their vibe: guys my age // hey violet

seraphina devine

name: seraphina 'sera' devine

age: early 30s

pronouns: she/her

occupation: club owner (shared) and burlesque performer

traits: flirtatious, focussed, intelligent (particularly financially), jealous, passionate, possessive, protective, ruthless

traits (sexual): degrader, exhibitionist, mistress, rigger, rope bunny, switch, voyeur

relationship: (mainly club!) blue jones [power couple]

song that fits their vibe: a little party never killed nobody // fergie

margaret cooper

name: margaret 'maggie'/'mags' cooper (maiden name: brown)

age: late 20s

pronouns: she/her

occupation: housewife

traits: compassionate, family-oriented, loving, open-minded, proper, quiet, shy, sweet, well-spoken

traits (sexual): vanilla

relationship: bud cooper, married [ride-or-die couple]

song that fits their vibe: sh-boom // the chords

avery ryder

name: avery ryder

age: late 20s

pronouns: he/him (ftm)

occupation: waffle house server

traits: carefree, friendly, lazy, openly affectionate, reckless, silly, snuggly, stoner

traits (sexual): submissive, vanilla

relationship: cecil dennis [chaotic couple]

song that fits their vibe: good lookin // dixon dallas

safira t'nah

name: safira 'sihaya' t'nah

age: late 20s

pronouns: she/her

occupation: concubine to the duke (previous harkonnen sex slave)

traits: caring, grateful, protective, quiet, reserved, resilient, respectful, supportive, traumatised

traits (sexual): rope bunny, slave, submissive

relationship: duke leto atreides i [intellectual couple]

song that fits their vibe: violet hill // coldplay

lilit saroyan

name: lilit 'lili' saroyan

age: mid 30s

pronouns: she/her

occupation: artisan baker (family business)

traits: creative, inexperienced, kind, loving, loyal, openly affectionate, selfless, warm

traits (sexual): vanilla

relationship: mikael boghosian [childhood sweethearts]

song that fits their vibe: as the world caves in // matt maltese

ezra hale

name: ezra hale

age: mid 20s

pronouns: he/him (ftm)

occupation: archeology student

traits: anxious, introspective, loving, protective, quiet, reserved, stressed, vulnerable

traits (sexual): experimentalist, pet, submissive

relationship: jake lockley [opposites attract couple], marc spector [ride-or-die couple], steven grant [intellectual couple]

song that fits their vibe: bite // troye sivan (jake), careful what you wish for // jack harris (marc), here with me // d4vd (steven)

evelyn marquez

name: evelyn 'ev' marquez

age: early 30s

pronouns: she/her

occupation: programmer

traits: affectionate, bossy, flirtatious, intelligent, sassy, teasing

traits (sexual): brat, degrader/ee, experimentalist, mistress, pet, rope bunny, slave, switch

relationship: nathan bateman [power couple]

song that fits their vibe: grind me down // lilianna wilde

cass vega

name: cassian 'cass' vega

age: early 30s

pronouns: he/him (ftm)

occupation: mechanic, owns a scrapyard

traits: fun, himbo, humble, intelligent (particularly with engineering), openly affectionate, silly, sweet, teasing

traits (sexual): experimentalist, switch

relationship: poe dameron [ride-or-die couple]

song that fits their vibe: dancing in the moonlight // toploader

jamie rivera

name: jamie rivera

age: early 20s

pronouns: he/him (ftm)

occupation: art student

traits: affectionate, considerate, creative, introspective, open-minded, quiet, respectful, sweet

traits (sexual): vanilla

relationship: robbie paulson [intellectual couple]

song that fits their vibe: anything for you // gloria estefan

more will be added!

[that-chandrilan-pilot]

you get one (1) Life Day fic this year, because we all knew I'd never write the rest up. maybe next year.

Morale

wc: ~4000

Poe Dameron x OC Iennyr Wentré

Summary: The Resistance base gets decorated for Life Day.

Life Day on D’Qar had bloomed into a significant month of vague celebration. For the most part, its roots in Wookiee culture had been lost over the years, but the holiday still stood for the principles of celebrating joy, family, and freedom throughout the galaxy, while serving its dual purpose of significant morale boost. It certainly became easy to lose hope in the midst of a war.

The day had started early for Iennyr. During the winter months, the mechanic team needed all the help they could get with routine maintenance and repairs, while their time was taken by larger jobs around the base caused by the decline of the weather. And Iennyr certainly knew her way around most starfighters enough to repair the most common issues at least.

“Iennyr?” The voice of her close friend and fellow pilot, Illyha, rang through the hangar. She attempted to clamber out from beneath the X-Wing she’d been working on, following the voice, while fighting against the cold-brought stiffness in her limbs. “Yen? Fernen said you’d be in here?”

“He was right,” she replied, walking out into the main light to talk face to face with Illyha. “What did you need?”

“We’ve got a couple of droids not feeling their best,” Illyha said. “Mind adding them to your list?” Iennyr dryly laughed.

“Sure, if I ever get to the end, they’ll be next.”

“You’re my favourite!” Illyha beamed. How she was so energised escaped Iennyr. “I had a look as best I could, but I just know you’ll be able to figure it out.”

“I’ll try,” Iennyr shrugged. The minimal details Illyha had given her of the droids’ malfunction had been so vague she wouldn’t understand what she was working with until she saw them for herself.

“Oh, Yen, before I forget, I’m reminding everyone I see to decorate for Life Day a little,” Illyha added. Iennyr was only surprised she hadn’t said something sooner, it was her favourite holiday, and the years they’d spent growing up together, she’d been almost insufferable about it. “Major commented on a lack of spirit, so I’m taking it upon myself to change that.”

“I hear you,” Iennyr replied with a smile, flexing her fingers to keep some movement going in her joints despite the cold hangar. Without it, the job she was in the middle of would take twice as long. “Finish here, droids, decorations.”

“You’re the best,” Illyha said. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” She promptly left, giving Iennyr the space and processing time to reset her plans for the day, and continue work on de-rusting the exterior of the X-Wing.

It was a long, tedious job, and her fingers were steadily going numb throughout the process. The hangar surely didn’t count as inside either; a harsh draught ripped through the inside, with the biting cold doubled with every gust of wind from outside. Maybe they weren’t wrong about the approaching storm on last night’s forecast. Internally she questioned just how long she could keep working through the deep ache in her hands. Rust work was the worst.

By the time she left the hangar, the morning had turned into afternoon and the storm outside had worsened. The sky was darker than it should have been, even during winter, and the wind had considerably picked up. Torrential rain would soon be inevitable. Fighting through that to get off world would be reserved for essential trips in light fighters only, she presumed. Optimism flickered through her mind in a fleeting moment of enjoying company. Even if it was mostly the company of droids, that was still preferable to being in the cold hangar alone.

The droid depot was nearly the opposite of the hangar in every way. As much as the bitter cold was replaced with warmth, and the faint smell of new electrics, the high volume level was also as notable as the empty silence of the hangar had been. With a steady increase in recruits, the programming of droids had to increase to match, and of course the repairs reflected it too. Iennyr hovered just inside the doorway, keeping the door itself shut to maintain the comfortable room temperature, while she waited for either Jess or Illyha to be free enough to point her in the direction of the malfunctioners she needed to look at. Jess got there first.

“Illyha said you’d be coming,” she smiled gratefully. “They’re just over here. Processing needs some fine tuning on the R4, and the BB unit’s underside wiring seems loose.” Iennyr had hoped for a little more instruction, but she’d just have to see for herself, she supposed.

“I’m on it.”

As soon as Jess was out of earshot, Iennyr sighed. She’d been given the vaguest instructions possible, and this would definitely take up the remainder of her day, if not keep her busy well into the evening.

“R4, let’s start diagnostic work with you,” she said, hoping her frustration wouldn’t be reflected at the droid. It didn’t deserve that.

Her work had started with a visual inspection of its processing chip, with nothing obvious wrong there. Likely, Jess had already done that, the most obvious first point of repair. Full calibration was her next troubleshooting step. Simply getting the droid’s front camera pannel to follow a small laser dot proved nothing was wrong there. It was also fully capable of following simple verbal commands with complete accuracy.

“Alright, let’s increase the challenge a little,” Iennyr muttered aloud, helping her keep track of her own process. It was during triple commands that the R4 unit started having issues. A command of moving in one direction while looking in another, and repeating back a sequence highlighted the issue.

“So you’re not a multi-tasker.”

Once again, Iennyr opened the front panel of the droid to access its sensitivity core. The processing chip was already fine, but it took her a second look to notice some literally crossed wires.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice that before,” she apologised to the droid, carefully removing them both from their incorrect sockets and hoping her frozen fingertips still had enough dexterity in them to delicately untangle each tiny wire without causing too much distress to the droid. The R4 unit seemed unbothered as she plugged them back into their correct sockets, closing the panel before giving the droid the commands again, and watching in satisfaction as they were easily completed.

“One down, one to go.”

The BB unit had a much less mysterious issue, but as soon as Iennyr opened its bottom panel, she realised she would be working on it a lot longer. ‘Loose wires’ was a colloquial understatement. Kneeling on the floor beside the droid, she shoved her hands into her knee joints in a hope her body heat would warm them, as what she was looking at was a mix of shorted and fried wires that would need replacing, and some downright dodgy connections that may have started to wear away at the droid’s proprioception centre. Hopefully a repair on that wouldn’t be necessary today. She did want to at least try and get some sleep tonight.

The spare parts were easily accessible to Iennyr, and it only took a couple of hours to meticulously rewire the entire affected area. Her bones ached, still partially cold, but equally still able to complete the task. She didn’t try to watch Jess leave for the day, but it was impossible not to notice, and she had to ignore the bitterness from her own uncompleted tasks.

Showing up to get dinner with aching hands and a sore back had Iennyr unsure if sentient connection was what she really needed after a day of isolated repair tasks, or if she’d prefer to grab a relatively juiceless fruit and just head back to her room and sleep off the cold. EB-43 was still in the droid depot, awaiting his winter inspection to be completed; only a few droids had been prioritised, and even then, they’d all be kept in the same location if they weren’t needed. While her mind pondered it all over, dinner was served on a tray in front of her, so sitting with some people became her easiest option.

Illyha had clearly left the droid depot either before, or faster, than Iennyr had, as she was animatedly talking with Poe and Snap at a table. A soft smile broke through Iennyr’s exhaustion at seeing her friend so happy though, a part of her recalling some of the best memories she’d had on Chandrila. Wordlessly, she sat with the three other pilots, content in listening to Illyha’s voice more than her words, catching here and there phrases about Life Day plans.

“You must’ve been working all day,” Poe softly spoke, immediately getting Iennyr’s attention and it was a good thing it did, for it was directed right at her.

“Were you not?” she quickly quipped back.

“Doesn’t really count compared to being out there,” Poe replied, shaking his head. “Give me the rest of your list, we’ll swap tomorrow.” He smiled, in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be willing to give up a task if she didn’t think she was doing someone else a favour. “You can look over some maps instead.” To Iennyr, it became hard to tell how much he honestly wanted to give her a break, and how much he just hated maps.

“You don’t want that,” Iennyr doubled down, her own hatred for the job becoming a relatable argument to keep him inside and warm. “I spent my morning on rust.”

“Oh, no one wants that,” Snap agreed. Like Poe, he looked considerably warmer than Iennyr felt. Her bones were still shivering from her morning in the hangar.

“I’ve got it,” Poe repeated. One of them would stop insisting soon enough.

“No, don’t worry about it, keeps me busy” Iennyr said, claiming the last word in the matter before looking at Illyha with a smile. “Anyway, I’m decorating tonight so you can guarantee my morale will be boosted like you’ve never seen it before.” Despite her light sarcasm, Illyha took her sentiment wholeheartedly, beaming back in approval. The beginning of the season meant she’d grin about anything she could remotely link to the holiday.

With his offer thoroughly refused, conversation returned to their upcoming tasks for the following day, and slight anticipation for the overnight storm and what it would affect despite the relative shelter of the base. Even hot dinner did little to warm Iennyr, simply burning her tongue a little.

She was the first to get up and leave, more than ready to turn in for the night. Poe followed her out. If anyone had noticed how worn down she’d seemed for the last few weeks, it was him. And maybe the premise of Life Day decorations being a quick fix was laughable, but there was certainly some truth in finding optimism within the holiday.

“Hey, you want a hand?” he offered. Maybe she wouldn’t exchange rust repairs for map organisation, but stringing up some decorations after hours definitely seemed like a reasonable offer. “I have nothing going on?”

“I mean, it’s just some lights but—” she started, quickly realising he wasn’t really insinuating she’d need help. It was more of an excuse to actually spend some time with her outside of the job, and that had definitely been lacking recently. Shutting people out certainly wouldn’t help in the long run. “Yeah, come over, that sounds like fun.” Her smile felt a little forced, but through exhaustion, not irritation, and he could read that.

The walk across the base was filled with more storm warnings. The sky had fully darkened without a visible star in the sky, and strong gusts of wind blew through the tunnelled out base. The launchpads were empty too, the usual starfighters they hosted now tucked into hangars.

Iennyr kicked her boots off just inside her door, and out of politeness Poe did the same, pushing them in line with where Iennyr had haphazardly left hers.

“Okay, lights,” she muttered, digging out a slightly dented box from under her bed. The contents of it were most of her belongings; everything else she owned was in use so often she kept it out. Illyha had gifted her a simple light string one year after finding out she hadn’t celebrated Life Day before, and she’d obviously treasured them since. The string was only about a metre long, but it would fit perfectly along the edge of her bed. The warm white glow from them might even be nice to fall asleep to.

“Do you feel your morale lifting yet, Poe?” Iennyr joked as she taped down the wire between each bulb to her bedframe, leaving the small battery pack balanced on the frame itself. Hopefully it would’ve retained some charge, but when it needed it, EB would be able to plug into them and charge the battery later.

“You know, I am definitely feeling a lot morale-y-er,” he lightheartedly replied, matching her attitude. Poe had sat on her bed, legs crossed to give her space to work, for standing in the middle of the room wouldn’t have given her enough elbow room either. Feeling like he was making himself too comfortable in her space was his best option.

“I’m very glad to hear it,” Iennyr added, smiling up at him as she finished sticking down the last bit of tape. “I think that’ll do.” The box was pushed back under her bed, and she could finally enjoy her free time at the end of the day, not thinking about rust or maps or droids. “Did you used to celebrate Life Day? Before the Resistance?” Without a thought, she sat on her bed next to Poe, up against her pillow with her legs tucked up to her chest. She hadn’t quite warmed from being outside all day.

“Yeah, I mean, my parents were both in the war with Chewbacca to celebrate directly according to where it came from, they were definitely aware of it prior to that too,” Poe told her. After she’d made herself comfortable as well, he felt a lot less concerned about taking up too much of her space. She couldn’t have chosen to sit further away from him if she’d wanted a larger personal bubble. “I remember a few celebrations at home as a kid, then a general kind of ‘Life Day’ season throughout the galaxy even after I left.” Looking back, it was a nice bit of familiarity that had followed him wherever he went in the galaxy. That at the same point in each year, the galaxy would celebrate joy and harmony somehow, no matter what else was going on around him. “The New Republic did a few decorations around the place and different food, before the war started at least.” He couldn’t be certain how rationing affected their Life Day dinner, for he wasn’t completely aware of the exact moment the war started within his memories. Looking back far enough it wasn’t there, and then at some point it was. “Did you?”

“A little? Not really though,” Iennyr said, thinking back to the clear stance her blood relatives had taken on the holiday. “My family, my aunt and uncle never did, they always said they weren’t Wookiee, so why celebrate.” She had been thoroughly aware of the holiday though, and even included in elements hosted by other families. “Illyha’s family did though, and she loves it so I kind of started because of her.”

“I think we can all tell Illyha celebrates,” Poe smiled. Illyha’s insistence to decorate had been shared with the whole base, it seemed.

“Right, so now imagine her as a kid,” Iennyr laughed, fond of the specific childhood memories of Life Day. “The whole shop would be decorated, we did gifts, I think she even had one of those festive sweaters?” It wasn’t really a memory that had to be questioned, she vividly remembered Illyha’s bright red sweater, adorned with bells.

“One of the really tacky ones?” Poe checked to make sure they were both envisioning the same thing, leaning forward a little to rest his elbows on his knees. Iennyr nodded.

“Exactly.”

“Did you have one?”

“No, I didn’t have that kind of disposable income,” Iennyr said. It had meant to seem funnier, but was met with a slight pause from Poe. She supposed spending anything she earned on food or speeder fuel maybe wasn’t everyone’s upbringing.

“I’m getting you one this year,” he decided. The amused, knowing smile on his face told her he was only half joking.

“You’re not,” she said, equally smiling but hoping to push him further into joking than not. “I’m not wearing it.”

“You so are,” he playfully argued back. “You’re gonna look so good.”

The wind loudly howled outside in the quiet between them, Poe reluctant to go back out in it to his own room, and Iennyr reluctant to let him. They could continue talking a little longer, right? The weather would die down enough for a walk across the base to be safe soon enough.

“Were there any other traditions you guys had?” he asked.

“Belun’s family—well, his family’s staff—used to make this huge dinner, and I think I’ve had variations of that every year since,” Iennyr said, still trying to find the connection between Belun’s highest class dinners, and the ways other people had prioritised more expensive food. It seemed the tradition lay in the sentiment as opposed to any specific food item. “Even when I was working at the garage, we’d make efforts to steal more expensive stuff and make some kind of feast with what we managed to get.”

“That is surprisingly wholesome,” Poe said. “We had the food too, I remember looking forward to it all year when I was younger.” Another slight pause led him to considering another tradition he’d witnessed, yet never really understood. Rain battered against the small window. “Did you have that thing with the plant, or was that a local thing?”

“The plant?” Iennyr questioned. Poe only felt slightly silly to have brought up something so unrelatable and specific, and immediately wanted to drop it. “What did you do with a plant?” It could not have been clearer she’d never heard of it.

“No, it’s a local thing then, forget it.”

“You have to tell me now,” she insisted, “or anything I make up in my head is going to be endlessly weirder.” The likelihood of the tradition being entirely common, just something she’d never specifically come across, was incredibly high.

“Okay, I hardly remember because I haven’t actually seen it outside of Yavin, and my dad kind of stopped after Mom died,” Poe disclaimed, nervous as to just how strange it would sound to someone who’d never heard of it. “But there was this plant they’d hang up, like in doorways or places where people would cross paths, and I think the whole thing was if you were under it at the same time as someone else, you were supposed to kiss them.” A moment of silence passed as Iennyr ran the concept through her mind again.

“Are you making things up to see what I’ll believe?” she asked genuinely.

“You think I could make that up?” Another moment passed as she scanned his face to see if the deflection itself was another joke. It didn’t seem to be.

“No, we never did that, I don’t know anyone who ever did that,” she answered his initial question, before giving everything he’d told her a second thought, trying to figure out exactly why, if it was real, she’d never heard of it before. “Was it just for married people?”

“Maybe?” Poe answered, equally trying to catch up to her train of thought. “I guess if your aunt and uncle didn’t celebrate…”

“Yeah, Illyha’s mom was single when we lived on Chandrila, Belun’s mom too, actually,” Iennyr said, the tradition starting to make a little more sense between them. “The garage guys weren’t about to start…” The very concept of the group at the garage starting anything amongst one another had her shaking her head in disgust, like it would erase the thought entirely. The slight grimace remained on her face. “Yeah, no one was married, or getting married anytime soon.”

“That’s gotta be it then,” Poe decided, both pilots satisfied with the explanation they’d made up between them.

“I’ll have to ask Illyha about it, if anyone knows, it’ll be her,” Iennyr decided. In another moment they’d both stopped talking, the storm outside caught their attention. From the sheer volume of the wind, it made perfect sense as to why they’d put the ships in hangars, and the rain sounded loud enough to consider it might have frozen mid air.

“Did they say how long that storm’s supposed to last?” Poe asked, verbalising Iennyr’s conceptual thoughts.

“I heard it would be going all night, and only getting worse according to some of the mechanics.” Poe’s eyebrows raised in disbelief before he sighed.

“So I probably shouldn’t have stayed this long?”

“You probably shouldn’t have stopped by at all,” Iennyr honestly told him, realising quickly it may have sounded honest in ways she didn’t mean. “I mean, I’m always glad to have you here but…”

“I do not want to be outside in that,” Poe finished for her.

“Yeah, and I’d feel bad letting you,” she agreed. “I mean, I’ll be awake for a while, stay longer.” The offer was easy to make and comfortable to hear.

It was equally natural for them to continue talking. Poe offered again to take on her mechanics list the following day, and Iennyr again refused so he didn’t have to be outside entirely by himself for that long, but under the guise of hating map reviews more. Their own minimal plans for the season also came up, each with the caveat of conditional time off they likely wouldn’t get; Poe mentioned going back to Yavin IV to spend some actual time with his father, to which Iennyr mentioned that she should probably see her family too, should time off allow it. The main light flickered with another audible gust of wind, the storm clearly threatening the base’s main power. Thinking about anything else but going out in it, Poe brought up the rumours he’d heard of various Life Day plans other soldiers were hosting at the base.

“Do you know for sure if Illyha’s organising a Life Day dinner?” he asked.

“I haven’t heard for sure,” Iennyr replied, “but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

It was only when quiet fell over them both again, that the haze of actual tiredness also hit them.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna do it,” Poe said, slowly unfurling himself from the comfortable ball he’d tucked into while talking for so long.

“Are you sure?” Iennyr questioned, slightly serious about it. She definitely enjoyed the company, and nothing had changed about the weather conditions.

“I mean, I’ll have to at some point anyway, I can’t stay here all night,” he laughed. Iennyr didn’t.

“I would be completely okay with you staying the night,” she offered. “It sounds awful out there, and I mean, I’d be fine sleeping on the floor for a night if you’d be uncomfortable.” She paused again, concerned she was coming across insistent. “I mean, unless you want to go, I’m not—”

“I don’t,” Poe interrupted, before she could think herself into oblivion. “I don’t want to go. And I wouldn’t be uncomfortable.” Iennyr had to mentally backtrack a little, replaying her own words in her head. When she realised what he meant, she allowed a slight smiled to fall onto her face as she nodded.

“Okay. Get comfy,” she said. “I’ll get the light.”

For something that could have been awkward if they weren’t both so exhausted, Iennyr squashed a smile as she climbed under the covers beside him. The bed was already warm from where they’d both been sat for hours prior, and the string of lights filled the room with a soft glow, a similar level to freighter emergency lights.

“Goodnight,” Iennyr whispered, deciding to stop thinking about it all.

“Night,” Poe mumbled into the pillow.

Whether it was the company, or the decorations, the Resistance base had felt a boost of morale on the first of Life Day season.

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Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Chapter 12

Poe Dameron x Solo!Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Full chapter on wattpad & ao3

Tags for excerpt: solo's and their ego's, idiots, not idiots in love quite yet just idiots (affectionate), bickering

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"We aren't shooting our way out of this," Poe tells me as R2 and BB-8 catch up to us, although I'd be willing to try. "We need to be smart and give the team some time to figure things out up there while we do the same down here. I don't suppose you've got any bright ideas?"

He'd sound sarcastic if he wasn't so desperate, we expected there could be conflict but not this.

"Improvise," I say optimistically and he goes along with that.

"We can do that," he says as I peak out to get a glimpse of the blast doors. "You uh- feel anything?"

"Yeah, a big group of stormtroopers about to blast their way in here."

"Well, I'm not gonna lie, you weren't very convincing when you were stalling before about not acting on Resistance orders," he shrugs considering the odds of dying are already considerably high. "They definitely knew Leia sent you there."

"Alright," I admit, backtracking from my earlier statement even if I can't make sense of Ben not being here. "They might be here for us."

"Us? You mean you?" he corrects. "They know that you stole the yacht, not me. You're the one who's pissed them off."

"Well if I have it's natural talent rather than intention."

"Oh you do have a natural talent of that," he assures me, choosing to spend his potential last moments making quips and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Let me handle this."

"No, you are not handling this."

I look at him, knowing I have an immunity he doesn't. "They aren't going to kill me."

"Oh for the love of - Hope," he grits out, hands pressed together in front of him as he tries to drill into my head. "I'm sorry, but you proved that theory wrong when they were trying to blow us up remember!"

It still falls on deaf ears. "They were bluffing, I'm too important to kill."

[mystarwarslifedebt]

Poe Dameron Vol. 5: The Spark and the Fire Comic Review

The fifth and final volume of the ‘Poe Dameron’ comic series feels like a bit of a let down at times, half of it is just a retelling of events from ‘The Force Awakens’ from different perspectives which for me feels like a waste of Charles Soule’s considerable talent. The framing device is set in the aftermath of The Battle of Crait on the Millennium Falcon as Rey, Finn and Poe update each other…

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 5

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: We’ve finally established the pairing you guys eeeeeeeekkkkkk!!!! Ugh I cannot wait for this series y’all. Also, there are a LOT of elements in here that (if you have watched star wars rebels, or star wars the clone wars series) you might recognize and if you do, please let me know as a comment!! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, reader being a mess kinda

Word Count: 2,555

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“You can start by helping Y/N to his quarters, they’re right next to yours,” Leia said as she walked away dismissively. 

“I thought-” you began but were unable to reach her.

The room I was in before must have just been temporary usage to clean up.

“So that empty room besides mine is yours then,” Poe reminded you he was there.

You turned to look at him, trying to ignore the way his gaze made you feel, “I suppose so. I’m sorry you got stuck with being my welcoming party.”

“It’s no big deal, I was gonna head back to my room anyway so it’s no problem. Let’s go,” he responded, turning to lead the way.

As the two of you walked along, you felt... awkward? It was a sensation you had never experienced personally but from your time in Leia’s head, you realized that it meant you were unsure of yourself. Why would I be unsure of myself? There is no reason for my confidence to be shaken. 

“So, how did you find this place? We kinda pride a secret resistance base on, ya know, being secret?” Poe remarked as you walked.

You smiled, “I felt Leia through the force, it led me here.”

“The force, huh? Leia called you a Jedi, is that right?” 

You sighed, “Apparently. Or, I will be.”

He gave you a look with a raised brow, “You don’t talk much, do you? Or more, you don’t want to give away your secrets.”

Your nerves spiked for a moment, “I-I’m not sure what you mean, I have nothing to hide.”

The look on his face told you he knew you were lying but he shrugged and continued on regardless, “I’m sure you don’t. Doesn’t matter, in time, I’ll figure them all out.”

“What does that-”

“Here we are! This is your room,” he knocked on the door of the room in the hallway you were in. “I’m over here,” he motioned a door down, “see you later!” 

You were struck as everything happened so quickly and before you knew it Poe had closed the door to his room behind him and you were left in the hallway alone. 

What just- anyways

You pushed the button to open the door and found a much larger room than the previous one. There was a decently large bed with plenty of space, a bigger table and closet space, and the bathroom in the back also had considerably more room. Shutting the door behind you, you noticed a box on your desk. Inspecting it closer, you found hundreds of small parts inside.

Chime

Your door made a noise and you turned around to open it and find Leia on the other side.

“Do you find your quarters satisfactory, Y/N?” she asked with a smile.

You took a step back to invite her in, closing the door behind her, “I am most grateful for your accommodations, they will do more than nicely.”

She turned to you, “I’m glad to hear that. Now,” she reached into her pocket and took out your kyber crystals, “I want you to try and build your sabers before tomorrow.”

You reached over and grabbed the crystals from her, “But, I have no-” you suddenly remembered the box of parts behind you, “I see. Though I have never built one before.”

She walked you to the table and sat you down in the chair, “You remember seeing me build mine?”

You thought for a moment, “Yes... I remember.”

“Then, remember the feelings and thoughts I had when I built it. Building a lightsaber is different for every Jedi, so do not rely on how I built mine. Speak with your crystal, understand what it wants, what it needs, and do it.”

You sighed, “Very well, Leia. I will try my best.”

She gave you a reassuring hand on the shoulder before she left the room, leaving you with your crystals and a box of parts. 

You adjusted yourself in the chair in order to get comfortable and placed your crystals on the desk in front of you. Focus on your crystals, speak with them, understand them. As you always do when you focus through the force, you meditated. For minutes, you simply sat there, connected with the force and listening, listening for your crystals. You heard nothing for so long you almost gave up until you heard it. 

It was like a whisper. So quiet, so faint, you almost didn’t hear it.

Then came another.

Your crystals. They were speaking to you.

You listened intently but couldn’t make out any words. Though, you understood. It was as if they were speaking a language you couldn’t understand but they were conveying their intentions through the force. You could feel in your mind exactly what they were saying and you honed in on their voices. As you reached closer, their whispers grew louder and you were able to hear them clearly. As you reached out, you felt your crystals, and reached out further towards the box of parts. As you tried to establish a connection between the parts and the crystals, their voices were suddenly snuffed out.

“What? No! Come back!” you said aloud.

You couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how hard you focused, you couldn’t hear their whispers again.

“Damn it!” you yelled as you opened your eyes, slamming a fist on the table before getting up.

As you paced the room you tried to understand what went wrong. It wasn’t as if the connection was breaking up, they simply cut it, something happened. But I listened to them? I understood that they were ready to be utilized. Though when I tried to add the parts to the connection that’s when they cut it.

As you paced, you took a look at the digital clock that was on the bedside table and noticed it was three whole hours since you had started. 

“How can this possibly be taking so long?” you said into the empty room.

Chime

You stalked up to the door and opened it to find Poe, “Woah, bad time?”

You realized your frustration and tiredness was written across your face and quickly fixed it, “Sorry, just having a hard time.”

He leaned to his left to look over your shoulder and into the room, “Trying to put something together?”

You sighed, “My lightsabers, I’m... having trouble figuring them out.”

“Leia doesn’t have some sort of manual?” he questioned.

You chuckled slightly, “There’s not really a manual for building a lightsaber. You have to... listen to your crystal and understand what it wants. It’s almost like it builds itself... apparently.”

“Apparently? That cause you can’t build it?” he side stepped you and walked into the room.

“Oh yes, come in, please,” you said sarcastically as you closed the door.

He walked up to the table and looked at your crystals, “Damn, these things are pretty cool.”

You walked over as well and rested your hip by the table, “Yeah, they are. Would be way ‘cooler’ if I could get them to talk to me.”

“Ok, first of all, ‘cooler’ isn’t a word. But importantly, maybe that’s your problem? Trying to make them talk to you. Let them talk when they’re ready, and that’s when they’ll truly accept you,” he turned to look you dead in the eyes.

You actually considered his words heavily as they had a wisdom to them, “Wow, I think you’re actually right.” You then blushed slightly, “Sorry, I’m trying to get better with my vocabulary to make it less... formal and rigid.”

He thrusted a hand to his chest as if he were in agony, “Is that surprise I see for Poe having some wisdom? Ouch!”

You were almost genuinely concerned until you realized that he was putting up an act and you laughed, “That’s not what I meant at all.”

He gave you a soft look, “I know, was just messing with you. I was going to ask if you wanted to go grab a drink at the cantina, but I think you’re more needed here.”

You smiled and nodded your head a bit disappointedly, “Yeah, Leia wants these done before tomorrow.”

“Damn, no pressure or anything,” he said as he walked towards the door.

As you escorted him out, you laughed, “I think she’s challenging me because she knows what I am capable of, something I didn’t think of until you helped give me another perspective.”

As he walked back out into the hallway he gave you a look for just a second that you almost missed it, it was one of disappointment, or would longing be the better term? No, most likely disappointment.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah? We’ve got flight training first thing in the morning.”

You nodded with a smile, “I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, he gave you a small smile in return and left. You closed your door and returned to your chair, getting into a meditative position and trying once more. As you sat, you let go of everything, all of your senses, all of your thoughts, you emptied your mind and body into the room. You sat with patience, not stress, not in a rush, perfectly relaxed. You knew what you needed to do and you were going to do it. You had no sense of time, no way to understand how long you had been in this position, but you didn’t care. You needed your crystals to trust you completely, and you were going to do the same for them.

You finally heard it again, the whispers of your crystals. This time, you didn’t need to listen closer, it was as if they were right next to your ear and speaking directly into your mind. You didn’t rush anything, just sat there and listened. They were telling you what form they wanted, what shape. The color... the length, it was all being conveyed to you through their intentions. Your hand raised instinctively as it made a half curled fist out of the air, as if you were holding something. The crystals were attuning with you, understanding how your body worked and how best they could mold to fit your shape perfectly. What you did not expect however, was your other hand to raise in the same, creating the same grip as your other hand did. 

You slowly opened your eyes to see your arms up with the grip you felt in your mind within your palms, both of your crystals elegantly floating above them. You smiled as you could now feel the connection clear as the sky... before your crystals began to violently vibrate. 

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” you asked aloud.

The connection was still as strong as ever and you were completely stunned, unable to understand what was happening to them. 

As they shook in the air, they began to emit their colors of white and black dimly before eventually breaking. Both of them, into two separate pieces. Though they stood the same, the same light emanation still floating above your palms, the vibrations now completely subsided. Immediately, you understood what it meant and closed your eyes once more, deciding to now reach out for the parts as well. As you did, they floated above the table, multiple pieces floating closer or further away from your crystals as they assessed their compatibility. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel them begin assembling, some of the parts even changing shape slightly to fit better with the other pieces. It was like a part of you was slowly being uncovered as they were assembled, pieces fitting like a puzzle but within you as much as the crystals were with the parts. After a short while and the twinkling of the metal noises in your ears, you suddenly felt their communication cease. Opening your eyes, you came to see your sabers partly assembled, but missing a few components. As you looked at them curiously, you wondered why they were not asking you for more. 

Clink

You felt the tiniest vibrations on the floor and the table as you looked around the room. The alarm clock was vibrating just the slightest and your door suddenly flew open. As you snapped your head to look, there was no one there. You were about to take a step forward and close it, thinking it was some kind of door malfunction, before you felt something coming... fast.

You jumped out of the way between your desk and your door just before small metallic parts came barreling into the room and coming to float alongside your partially built sabers, orbiting them as your crystals gave them a once over. As you sensed all the parts had already arrived, you walked closer to your desk and moved the chair out of the way, watching the last pieces mold and fit into where they needed to be. As the last pieces finally connected with each of your sabers, the light your crystals were emitting suddenly enveloped both of the sabers, becoming nearly blinding as they radiated. After a few moments, the light died down back within the hilt’s and inside of the crystals.

Now, you had two completely built sabers floating in front of you.

The saber to your left had a deep black color, so deep that as you looked at it, it seemed as if it led on for infinity. To your right, a perfectly white saber, so smooth it was as if it was the culmination of all colors, the perfect white. You reached out and grabbed them, igniting them to have pure dark blades on your left, dual-bladed, the saber on the right emitting a white similar to its own color, also dual-bladed. The moment your palms grasped the sabers and held them, the connection was complete. It was as if they were a part of you now, they were you. 

“It’s good to have you with me,” you said to the both of them with a smile.

As you deactivated the black saber, you took the white one into both of your hands, dual-wielding it for a moment before doing a twisting motion with your hands and having the hilt come apart into two separate blades. 

“To think I would have access to so many saber forms... single handed, dual-wielded, even possibilities for personal incorporation of technique with multiple blades,” you whispered incredulously.

You deactivated the sabers and connected them, placing both of your sabers on the table flat. Turning to look at the time, you realized that you needed to be awake in a few short hours-

Wait, I need sleep now too

It was like the moment you made that realization, the sheer exhaustion your body had event after event finally hit you and your eyes drooped tremendously, your entire body feeling like all of the energy had been sapped out of it. With great difficulty, you managed to climb into bed and realized how uncomfortable it was to have your clothing shift and stall with every movement against the sheets. Sighing, you wiggled your pants off and removed the rest of your clothing save for your underwear and returned to a comfortable position. This certainly helped as within moments, the gentle lull of sleep lured you in.

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