#leia miles

[thetimelordbatgirl]

OC Halloween Challenge 2024 Day Twenty Four: What's Your Favorite Scary Movie?

Haunted by the kidnapping of their younger sister when they were younger that was never solved, Luke and Leia Miles (Ninja's Unite Rewrite (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)) struggle to maintain....honestly anything in their life's in the present as adults, the two living together soley because it makes rent easier and also makes it easier for the two to work together to raise their younger brother, Han, in wake of their mom's death and their dad just disappearing on them, though their relatives still think the two shouldn't be raising Han and keep trying to get custody from them. Determined to fight their relatives though and after both lose their jobs as security guards at a mall due to an incident related to their trauma, both end up having to take a job with a closed restaurant for kids named Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... The Miles siblings, aka twins Luke and Leia with younger brother Han, from Ninja's Unite Rewrite in Five Nights At Freddy's.

[this-acuteneurosis]

D'etat

Anakin is barely holding it together. Obi-Wan isn't going much better.

[2ds-titties]

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[teecupangel]

I've been dying to read Desmond's adventure in star wars, but all fics i found were not finished ; (

Could you give me some inspiration plzzzzz

You’ve probably already read this but just in case, esama’s Sailing the Stars is complete so if you want a Desmond-centric fic set during the Clone Wars, go check that out.

So I was thinking where I would punt Desmond into the Star Wars ‘verse and a part of me wants to punt him during KOTOR’s storyline just because that is my favorite Star Wars game (also, just imagine Desmond being mistaken as Darth Revan with amnesia???) but then I realized after checking AO3 that most seem to be set during the prequel trilogy + clone wars so… may I suggest…

Desmond getting punted into the Star Wars OG Trilogy timeline? XD

In this setup, Desmond could wake up on some random planet and he’s just trying to get back to Earth but no one seems to know where and what Earth is (unless we count non-canon but sssshhhh, let’s make it a mystery).

So Desmond does what he does best, he starts gathering information and keeping himself afloat by stealing from the rich.

Now, to ensure he gets sucked into the main plot, we can do the following:

Desmond gets in contact with Han Solo who suggests he joins the Millenium Falcon after Han realizes Desmond has a knack for seeing danger before it approaches and he suggests that Desmond would have a better chance of finding this ‘Earth’ planet of his if he joins them since they do travel everywhere.

Desmond has the habit of being a stowaway whenever he wanted to go off-planet and the Millenium Falcon was simply the next ship he boarded. Old Ben is the one who noticed him when he was just hiding and waiting for Han to finish his business in Tatooine because Desmond didn’t really feel like getting sand all over.

Desmond ends up owning the cantina where Han ends up shooting Greedo and he goes on the run because that incident caused the Imperial soldiers to snoop around the cantina and Desmond, technically, owned the cantina… sorta illegally… So he hitched a ride on the Millenium Falcon since he figured Han owed him… without anyone knowing he was even there until Old Ben saw him.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond has been assassinating the really bad ones on whichever planet he’s been on. That’s why he mainly hitches rides. On the other hand, if he was the owner of the cantina, he had taken over the cantina to have a ‘base of operation’ while gathering information he can use as part of his plan to assassinate Jabba the Hutt.

Desmond could totally be a Jedi if you want him to be but anyone who trains him will notice the darkness inside him. While he’s mostly chill, he’s an Assassin and that means he would be willing to use anything to finish his mission and survive. He won’t be tempted by the dark side though. It would be more like… he can control the dark side… but that makes him dangerous.

Desmond and Luke would have a more or less brother-like friendship. He could easily influence Luke to be less honorable though, especially if he stays with Luke during the whole ‘Yoda training’ part of his character arc.

On the other hand, Desmond and Han would have a more of ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’ kind of business relationship that would thaw to a bash brothers type. He, Han, and Chewie share one brain cell and it bounces off each of them. If Desmond had joined them before the start of the trilogy’s story, Desmond would be their lookout and their ‘bodyguard’. He’s fine with all the smuggling as people do need to eat but… if a really bad person dies during one of their runs, well… Han will definitely say ‘no love lost’.

Desmond and Leia would start with snark-to-snark combat which would later turn to respect and trust. If Desmond stayed with Leia and Han’s side of the storyline instead of Luke’s, he’d be more of the shadow of the rebellion.

Desmond will definitely build a Brotherhood during the rebellion and they would be more into clandestine and guerilla tactics. He and Leia won’t always see eye to eye but Leia knows that Desmond’s plans would benefit the rebellion.

Desmond doesn’t see Leia as a princess. She’s a leader of the Rebellion first and foremost and Desmond definitely hides whenever the topic of making him and the Brotherhood officially part of the Rebellion comes up.

If Desmond learns about Darth Vadar’s true relationship with both Luke and Leia, he would have flashbacks of Haytham and, since he doesn’t know who Anakin Skywalker truly was, he would warn Luke that ‘Some people cannot be reasoned with nor can they be saved.’, hoping that Luke wouldn’t feel the same pain Ratonhnhaké:ton felt after killing Haytham.

He would still be glad to learn he had been wrong after Luke tells him how Anakin Skywalker saved him in the end and tell Luke that at least he had a ‘less shitty dad’ than Desmond.

Ben/Jacen would probably end up as an Assassin with Uncle Desmond instead of a Sith… just saying.

[wildflowercryptid]

if marvelous ever do dlc for the awl remake that let's you marry gavin or carter, they better stop being cowards and let me romance vesta.

[kakashihasibs]

A very sleepy puppy has returned from her grandma's

[shortdevil-sans]

From left to Wright! (Pun intended)

Miles Edgeworth: 35, Husband of Phoenix Wright! Job: Prosecutor (obviously)

Leia Wright: 37, Older sister of Phoenix Wright, Job: CEO of Wright Foods Agency

Phoenix Wright: 35, a boy who has ADHD problems. Job: you guessed it. A Defense Attorney!!

Ember Wright: 35, Twin sister of Phoenix Wright. Job: Graphic Designer/local Artist.

Raven Wright: 22, Little sister of Phoenix Wright (also has ADHD, but only Leia knows about it). Job: Rugby coach/undercover police officer

[kitkatt0430]

Hanleia, Wrightworth and Klavipollo for the ship ask!!

Hanleia:

I love these two. The Legends canon is my preferred Han/Leia, but original trilogy Han/Leia is a close second. Sequel trilogy Han/Leia is my least favorite and I haven't really seen any of the new Extended Universe versions of them, but... since their endpoint is now the sequel trilogy I imagine I wouldn't be super thrilled by them.

Why do I ship it?: So I was first exposed to Star Wars at a very young age as part my dad's successful scheme to turn me into a sci-fi nerd. Which means Han/Leia might be my very first belligerent UST ships. While I do find Han's behavior on the Falcon during The Empire Strikes Back a bit questionable, ultimately in Return of the Jedi he was willing to back off when he thought he'd misread Leia's interest in him and that she was actually in love with Luke. I think that's ultimately why I like them as a ship so much - they bicker and it's fun to listen to; yet while they may push each others buttons, Han respects Leia's boundaries and agency when it counts.

What are your favorite things about the ship?: So, as I mentioned, I like them best in the Legends EU best, especially once they get married. Han is always supportive of Leia, Leia loves Han for who he is and not who she thinks she can 'fix' him to be, and they are such good parents once the twins and then Anakin show up. They still bicker and tease each other, but they've learned to communicate extremely well.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: I don't know that I do. I don't like that they're broken up in the sequels. While I get that love might not be enough to keep them together after their son decided to become a white supremacist... er... Sith wannabe, they just aren't really the characters I grew up with. But as I'm not the only person who feels that way, it's hardly an unpopular opinion.

Wrightworth:

Why do I ship it?: I think the moment I learned they were childhood friends and the Phoenix had become a lawyer in order to see Miles again, I was hooked. And once Miles learns the truth about his past, the way he relaxes around Phoenix is just delightful. The two of them care about each other and are soft for each other and I adore that so much.

What are your favorite things about the ship?: Their unwavering faith in each other. Phoenix never once believes that Miles is a murderer. And when Phoenix is disbarred, Miles never really believed that Phoenix would fake evidence. And when they need each other? They show up. When Miles wouldn't protect himself, Phoenix insisted on protecting him over Miles' protests. And when Phoenix was in over his head when Maya was kidnapped, Miles jumped at the opportunity to come back to help.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: Probably not for this either? I do see both of them being arospec, so me interpreting their relationship as being queerplatonic instead of romantic would probably be an unpopular headcanon amongst the arophobic, but who cares what arophobes think anyway?

Klavipollo:

Why do I ship it?: They're adorkable. Klavier is a cheerful menace and Apollo is a bit of a nervous wreck and I really enjoy the way their dynamics play off each other.

What are your favorite things about the ship?: Klavier has very understandable reasons to dislike Apollo and instead he still adores his precious Herr Forehead. Apollo was involved in unveiling that beneath their smiling facades both Klavier's brother and best friend were calculating murderers. And yet Klavier clearly continues to enjoy Apollo's company. Apollo is clearly confused by Klavier's attention, but that's just part of the fun of their interactions.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: Not really.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

~Anakin Skywalker, Jedi General~

When it's quiet, when it's still, and nothing in the world gives him any peace, Obi-Wan will go back. He tells himself it's the last time, every time. Jedi do not grieve the dead long past their loss. Jedi grieve and let go. Jedi rejoice in life, and look forward to being one with the cosmic force someday. A promise to be reunited with the lost.

Still, General Kenobi goes, more nights than not. Perhaps he isn't a very good jedi after all.

The Halls of Heroes are less of a room, and more like a series of hallways that connect useful chambers. Paintings and relics from eras come and gone line the walls. Warriors from the Army of Light are framed up right next to healers lost to the devastation of temple Ossus.

The walk through these corridors is especially bright tonight, with three of the four moons nearly full. It's light enough the nocturnal jedi out and about are averting their eyes and avoiding the windows. This suits his purpose. He takes the best lit pathways, and avoids being spoken to.

It's for the best, he’s simply not good company this time of night, or in this mood.

As he gets closer, Obi-Wan passes by the myriad tribute to those lost in this endless bloody war, the lives taken in these past eight years of horror. He acknowledges each face, but pauses especially long at the fire-water fountain kept lit at all hours to honor the clones.

Cody…

He cannot linger or he will break, and so he does not. His final destination is between a room purpose-built for conflict meditation, and an incidental meditation corner where the starlight and plants just so happen to radiate very pleasantly with the living force. A little nexus of joy.

Obi-Wan likes that His memorial is nearby it, though he knows a droid charging station might be more appropriate.

The jedi master arrives to the place he should not be, and only manages one syllable of his usual greeting before having to swallow and turn his face aside. He pats the frame instead.

After a long while, Obi-Wan gathers himself up enough to say what he came to say. The one he speaks to had always preferred bluntness, so, he is blunt.

“Well my dear, now that the situation on Ryloth is stable, the council is back to pushing me to take on a new padawan. Yes, still a terrible idea, I know. I've seen this particular cycle happen before, however. My fellow councilors will push those less inclined to take on new learners until either they are paired with a poor match, or-” he pauses to clear his throat, “-or they end up with a padawan they don't want, and the youngling must live with the knowledge that they were never really wanted.”

He sighs, running his fingers along the frame, chancing one quick glance up at the perfect capture of square jaw and mischievous eyes.

“I don’t want them to pair me with a youngling not predisposed to war either. I am still on the front at least once a month. I must have a learner that will not be broken by such a situation.”

Obi-Wan sets his forehead against the wall beside the memorial. “We were so fortunate with Ahsoka. I didn't realize it at the time, but we were just… so terribly fortunate.”

He swallows again, stepping back and hugging himself as he looks up at his lost brother-friend-padawan. “I'm going to the creche today to meet the younglings looking for a master. Guide me? Help me find a padawan that... One that-”

He can't say it.

Obi-Wan turns to lean back against the wall, and spends a little while just breathing.

"I miss you," he says instead.

[the-bar-sinister]

There's lots of gay subtext in Ace Attorney. 

But when looking specifically at subtext that might be intentionally put in the narrative by the creators with the intention that the character in question is actually gay, I think the main character with the most evidence behind this is actually Apollo Justice.

Our other main characters, Phoenix Wright and Athena Cykes both have obvious subtextually heteronormative romantic partners. To an adult, straight, culturally normative audience, Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey read normatively as an obvious romantic pairing. This is also the case for Athena Cykes and Simon Blackquill. In Great Ace Attorney the same can be said for Ryuunosuke and Susato. 

I repeat– to an adult, straight culturally normative audience, the romantic subtext between these characters is clear. If you showed these games to an American movie going public, that would be the obvious read by the audience.

Yes, each of these characters, Phoenix, Athena, and Ryuunosuke also have strong queer romantic subtext with another character. (Miles, Juniper, and Kazuma respectively).

However, that's not my point. It's not significant that each of the other three characters has homosexual relationship subtext.

It is significant that Apollo Justice does not have a character with whom he has heteronormative romantic subtext.

The closest thing Apollo Justice has to a "heteronormative romantic subtext" is Trucy Wright– whom we, the audience know is his sister.

And yes, you can make the argument that there is deliberate incestuous subtext between them– a kind of Luke/Leia style relationship with which the audience is teased by the narrative. Dhurke brings it up directly in Spirit of Justice.

However, this is still not a heterenormative subtext, because of its taboo nature. More taboo, culturally at this point, than homosexuality.

On top of the lack of heteronormative romantic subtext, Apollo also is on the receiving end some of the strongest and most overt of the homosexual subtext in the series.

There is of course the famous "meet cute" introduction between Apollo and Klavier– 

“I must say, I'm used to being inspected by the ladies... but this is the first time I've felt this way with another man.”

This is without question overt homosexual subtext.

However, there is another, even more subtextually clearly defined moment in Dual Destinies. Honestly, the subtext is all over Dual Destinies in the way Apollo reacts to Clay Terran's death (basically completely losing it) but there's one particular moment that deliberately draws your attention to the relationship in a queer way.

In one of the last cases of the game, everyone is delicately trying to explain to the judge that Aura Blackquill was in love with Metis Cykes (who was murdered) in a queer way. It's a big “they’re lesbians, harold” moment.

And then the conversation immediately turns to Apollo Justice and how he’s just had someone who was “important to him” murdered, too.

The narrative specifically draws you attention to the relationship that Aura and Metis had, and compares it to the relationship between Apollo and Clay.

You are specifically invited to speculate about what kind of important relationship Clay and Apollo had, and why Apollo has been affected so incredibly deeply.

So yeah. Between Clay, Klavier, and the lack of anything resembling a heteronormative romantic relationship for Apollo in the games, I think he has the strongest narrative evidence that he's actually being written deliberately as gay.

[downbadf0rficppl]

how to save a life

Poe Dameron x Ex-First Order!Reader

Summary: It took a lot of courage to escape from the grasp of the First Order, and even more to deliver yourself to the Resistance. But you did it. Months later - still not trusted by anyone in the Resistance - you vie to prove yourself once and for all. The perfect opportunity comes up when Mr. Face-of-the-damn-Resistance needs help.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Canon-level violence, injury, near-death experiences, mugging/street violence, Leia being mean because she's being protective, imprisonment.

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It took a lot of gall to double cross the First Order. You had been stolen from your home planet as a baby and indoctrinated into the regime - you knew nothing else. You were strong with force. Supreme Leader Snoke was keen to have you on his side. He kept you as a prisoner - forced to do his bidding and his dirty work, with the threat of death looming over your head. You were too young to understand that Supreme Leader Snoke couldn’t afford to have you killed, no matter how often he threatened it.

You had escaped on a regular morning, using your standing as one of Snoke’s own to commandeer a ship and escape with a fleet that were on their way to deal with Resistance scum on a nearby moon. You landed over a mile away from the other Stormtroopers, your officer uniform making you stand out like a sore thumb. You ripped your jacket up, tearing it to shreds before throwing it into the trees.

The trek into the city was long, but you used it to disguise yourself further, untucking your shirt and ripping the sleeves, before rubbing dirt into your clothes and cheeks. With the few credits you hand and your First Order military pass, you managed to barter a ship that would allow you to get off the moon unnoticed.

You set off early in the morning, heading further into the outer rim where there was less and less First Order patrol.

You landed on one of the busiest planets of all: Daiyu. Daiyu was a planet known for its thriving underworld dealings - despite the First Order's many attempts to get it under control. No one would find you there. You hid amongst the low lives, stealing little to get by and trying not to draw any attention to yourself. You may have grown up in the shelter of the Supreme Leader’s gaze, but you knew the force. And you knew how to hide in it.

It took a lot of energy to hide yourself from the force. Especially considering Supreme Leader Snoke knew who you were, what you felt like. He reached out to you in the force, finger scraping you but never quite holding you long enough to gain a full picture. In the beginning, it had been hard to keep him out of your head when you were asleep - returning to the force always felt like the most natural state. A state of peace and serenity, an escape from the danger you had to evade at every waking minute.

No doubt, Snoke would send scouts out to find you. And when that failed, he'd put a pricey bounty on your head. You were right.

You'd met all sorts of hoodlums in Daiyu, and been beaten up by most of them too. But you wouldn't risk making yourself known to any of them by fighting back. Not when so many were looking for you. At the beginning, the price had been low - reasonable for someone of your lack of class and standing - but the price increased exponentially each day that passed.

It was months before you decided to venture back into living and not just hiding. You'd been monitoring the airwaves - the bounty on your head was reducing everyday - the value not nearly enough to pique the interests of the men of Daiyu. Clearly, Snoke had found someone else to chase.

You slowly allowed yourself to become one with the force again, practicing your mastery of it only when you knew others weren't watching - even if Snoke wasn't looking for you, Daiyu was the kind of place where even your friends would sell you out if they had something to gain from it. And you had no friends in Daiyu. You kept yourself blocked from the minds of Snoke and his protege, Kylo Ren, showing them misdirection every time they cast a net out for you. Your mastery was improving.

You found a job at a scrapping plant - measly pay but it was better than nothing. You clocked in and out at the same time every day, collecting your pay and rationing whatever you could buy with it. You still napped lightly in alleyways, avoiding the police officers who patrolled the streets at night to kick the homeless out of doorways.

You woke up to the ways of the real world really fast. The world was full of bad people with bad intentions. They beat you up in a back alley behind the plant, stealing your credits and your clothes before the whirring approach of police officers scared them away. You ran from the police too - not wanting to be turned into the First Order for disciplining.

The police officers were hot on your tail. You ran through the streets and the market, trying to find a place to hide. You dove into one of the mooring decks - where pilots would land their craft for the duration of their visit. You covered the identifiable logo on your chest with your arms, crossing them to seem more intimidating. You waited for the police to drive past before running in the opposite direction. Straight into the chest of someone.

He grabbed your arm tightly, leading you into another back alley. Shit. You were probably gonna be beaten up again or escorted to the police. You tried to struggle out of his grip, but it was vice-like around your arm. He clamped his other hand around your mouth, looking around for danger, presumably. You looked up at his face.

You knew that face. You'd seen it more than once in Kylo Ren's memories, and also posters around Coruscant when you were younger. Poe Dameron. The face of the Resistance.

He loosened his grip around you, as he reached up to speak into his comms. "Got a deserter. Gonna bring 'em in." Your heart plummeted. He marched you into the mooring deck, before grabbing some cuffs out of his plane. No one did a double-take. The security in Daiyu was far from the best. He cuffed your hands in front of you, before pushing you into the ship.

It was cramped inside the U-Wing, it wasn't built to seat 2 people. You sat huddled behind his seat, holding on for dear life when he took off and jumped to light speed. You groaned as you hit your head, which Poe gave a sympathetic 'sorry' to.

As you draw closer and closer to D'Qar, you feel a calming wave flow through you. It was as if someone was emitting a beacon for you to latch on to. You knew this feeling. Leia. You had known for years that Leia was strong with the force. She had to be, given Kylo Ren's prowess. But you didn't know just how strong she truly was. You tried to reach out to her through the force, but Poe interrupted you.

"10 minutes to landing. General Organa is expecting you."

The calmness evaporated. General Organa's presence in the force may be calming but you knew of her reputation as the General of the Resistance. She was ruthless.

They threw you into a holding cell - which realistically was just a room that didn’t unlock from the inside. You sat there alone - plagued by your own mind for the better part of the day. Each time footsteps passed by your door, you panicked. This is it. This is the end.

It was always a false alarm.

Someone was walking by, scurrying to briefings they were late for, or heading to the droid mechs because, ‘the damn droid went rolling into a wall again! That’s the third time this week!’

You don’t see Poe again - he’s a captain of the Resistance, you reason, he has better things to do than babysit a hostage. Because that’s what you were to them. Deserter or not, you weren’t one of their guys. And that made you dangerous.

You focussed your energy on trying to find Leia - maybe you could understand how to help her if you knew what her problems were. You needed her to trust you, that was the only way you’d be safe. You couldn’t find her between all the buzzing energies of the force. It was overwhelmingly loud. You pulled yourself away from the search, breathing heavy as you came down. You’d never been good at finding people in the force who didn’t want to be found.

A petite blonde woman came as the sun was setting, in her arms a tray full of food. You gorged yourself on it. The Resistance may not have had much but one thing they did have was good food. At least, better food than the First Order.

Leia walked in just as you were finished eating - she’d been waiting for you to finish, hoping that they’re small morsel of kindness would earn enough trust for you to tell them what they wanted to know.

She started softly, asking you questions about yourself and your role within the First Order. You told her half truths - you had been stolen from your home planet as a child and had been raised to be a spy for the First Order. Leia frowned at that, the small pieces of trust you had gained immediately being withdrawn.

She started to ask more interrogatory questions. What were the First Order planning? How were they expanding? Future targets?

You told them the truth. You didn’t know.

The truth wasn’t good enough.

Leia once again asked about the First Order’s plans. You didn’t know. She asked for the whereabouts of Snoke. You didn’t know. She asked, discretely, about her son. You didn’t know.

After an hour going head-to-head, yours was pounding. You’d been resisting her in the force and she was much stronger than you. Much more well practiced too. Your vision started to cloud as you begged her to believe you.

The First Order was good at compartmentalising. Only the people that needed to know, did. And you almost never needed to. Especially since Kylo Ren deemed you a flight risk - rightfully so, seeing as it was always your intention to escape.

Leia left the cell grumbling under her breath, muttering about how the First Order was insufferable. For all her abilities, she didn’t seem to pick up on the fact that you were strong with the force. All the better; less things to explain.

They kept you confined to the cell for quite a while after that. To be fair to the Resistance, they treated their prisoners far better than the First Order did. You had a feeling that they didn’t have much in the way of prisoners - given the lack of purpose built holding cells in the facility.

Your room was big - there was enough space to move around, keep active, meditate. There was a small fresher in the corner of the room and the bed you had was far more comfortable than the one you slept in every night on Star Destroyers. The light streamed in through the small window, and like clockwork, some poor person would bring you a meal every morning, noon, and night.

Aside from this though, you were bored. Inconceivably bored. You’d never had this much time to yourself before. Being under Snoke’s unrelenting gaze meant that you were always working - either practicing, or proving your worth. You had none of that anymore.

You spent the majority of your day honing your tracking skills. You tried to pick out people you knew - those with distinct feels. Those like Poe Dameron.

Poe had been on a new mission since the day after you landed on D’Qar - you’d asked one of the nicer people who brought you food a week after you arrived. He’d returned to Daiyu, trying to find an ex-First Order arms dealer. You had given a little information about the guy - how he was hiding from the First Order since abandoning their efforts to weaponise their young. That had earned you a little more favour in the eyes of the Resistance, but you were still fighting an uphill battle. It was no matter. You were safe here.

You felt him before anyone else. He had come out of hyperspace and wasn’t requesting permission to enter the airspace. You jumped out of bed. Something was wrong, you could feel it.

Poe had run into quite a bit of trouble on Daiyu. The intel you had given him was good. Not just good, it was great. They’d got some of the information they needed before police were knocking at the door, demanding to be let in. Poe ran. He ran with police on his tail, before escaping in his X-Wing. He jumped straight into deep space. Into enemy territory. He’d been recognised almost immediately - the X-Wing was a dead giveaway. He’d been chased for light years and shot at; his baby had taken some pretty nasty hits. He’d been grounded on Dantooine, the planet nearly deserted. And yet, it seemed just his luck that a few locals took offence to his presence. He’d sustained pretty bad injuries to his torso and left leg. He’d escaped as fast as possible - the loss of blood making his head spin. He entered through the atmosphere of D’Qar, eyes closing off their own accord. There wasn’t enough power in the ship to radio down to ask for permission, nor to land safely. He had to ground the bird.

You slipped your jacket that you had been given on, as well as your old shoes. You played with the lock on the door, having memorised the sound of the code from when you were brought food. You type in the code tentatively, thanking the Maker when the door whooshed open. You crept out, sneaking towards the main blast door. You could feel Poe slipping, feel him losing his touch. As soon as you were out on the ground, you sprinted.

Poe had angled the ship a few miles west of the base. It was still going to be a trek back to the base, but that was better than crashing on the runway; he’d never live that down.

You ran towards the trees, heading west. You could see the smoking ship in your peripheral vision.

Poe was lying on the grass when you got to him, eyes shut with his hand pressing on his side; there was blood everywhere.

Your hands cradled his face as you fell to your knees next to him. You ripped his shirt away - hands ghosting over his chest as you felt for his heartbeat. It was faint, but it was there.

You reached out to the force, pulling threads as you attempted to close up some of the wounds. The bleeding slowed as you pleaded with him; "Poe, come back! They need you, Poe!"

He sputtered suddenly, rolling onto his side, wincing as the newly healed skin stretched. You stayed by his side, hands still running up and down his body, trying to find any more injuries to heal. His breathing remained heavy, as he tried to recollect everything that happened. His hand flew to his side.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time."

"I don't," Poe looks at you questioningly, "It's only a matter of time before they realise I'm gone. Or one of them shows up here looking for you."

He shrugged in agreeance, lying back to face the sun, "How did you know I was here?" You laid back, head next to his. The sky was pretty - clear and bright. Maybe, they'd let you come back out here - watch the sun rise and set more. Maybe.

"I felt it. I could feel the disturbance - you were panicked." You whispered, trying not to offend him. It was the truth, but you knew how powerful men often hated the truth.

"Me? Panicked? Never. Have you met me?" His tone was coloured with laughter. You smiled.

You sat in silence for a long time, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the D'Qar weather, until you heard the med team running towards you.

"They're almost here. They're gonna take you to the med-wing. Fix you up. You'll be able to fly in no time." You gave him a watery smile. He gripped your hand tightly.

"I'll tell Leia. You saved my life - she'll ease up. You can train with her - she's - something - with the force. She can help you."

"NO!" You yelled, jumping away from him, "You can't tell Leia. You can't, you can't - promise me - PROMISE ME, POE - promise me, you won't tell Leia." He grabbed your hand and soothed you, promising not to tell Leia until you were ready.

He held your hand until the med team arrived and they ushered him onto a Gurney. He yelled at the two corporals left with you to be nice - "she saved my life!" he yelled as he was dragged away. They threw back in the same cell just the same.

It was two days before you saw anyone else again. You were provided food at every mealtime just the same as you had before - except there was no interrogation afterward. You preferred the interrogation. Made you feel... needed.

You knew that Poe had argued for you. You'd heard from two officers from data who were gossiping about it on the way to the Cantina.

"Did you hear?" One of them giggled.

"About the General and Poe. Of course!"

Poe had made the dash to see the General as soon as he was cleared from the med-wing. You'd saved his life. It was only fair that he do the same.

He walked - no, strutted - into the General's office in a very 'Poe' way, claiming that the matter was of the utmost importance. He gave his mission report - how the intel wasn't just good, it was "brilliant. It solved some of our supply issues, which means we're in a better place than ever to beating them. They have no blaster parts, no ship parts - the supply chain will be delayed for weeks." Leia had dismissed him after that.

The first sign of trouble should have been that. That Leia hadn't asked him about the trouble or berated him for getting into it. Instead, she was just letting him go.

Poe pushed the issue - he talked about the trouble and his destroyed X-Wing, and how he practically crash-landed into D'Qar because the police on Daiyu was "mad strict. Like they couldn't let a small thing like that go? Maker, what happened to that place?"

The second sign of trouble was the lack of warnings. Usually, Leia laid the 'be careful, don't get yourself killed,' warnings on thick. They were nowhere to be found.

The third sign of trouble was the glazed-over expression in Leia's eyes. Poe realised that he never had Leia's attention, to begin with. Leia's mind was completely preoccupied with the young girl in a cell, who'd risked her freedom to save a Captain. A man that she barely knew.

The bigger mystery was how had she hidden so successfully in the force - not only from Leia herself but from bigger threats, like Snoke and Kylo Ren.

Poe, mistaking Leia's confusion for anger, begged her not to hurt the girl. "She's just a kid, General, she was doing what she'd been taught." Leia sent Poe away, assuring him that she wasn't going to hurt the girl.

You felt Leia before you saw her. You'd fallen asleep with your back upright against the headboard, an awkward crick forming in your neck. Your eyes opened to Leia perched on the edge of your bed.

You jumped into apologies and pleas - "please don't send me back" and "I was just trying to help him - the med team wasn't going to get there in time."

You were surprised when you felt her hand brush up against your cheek, but you leaned into the touch all the same. She gazed at you so lovingly that for a moment you forgot that she was the reason you were locked in here.

"I was wrong." Her words stunned you, "I was wrong about you, and I apologise. You are safe here - to practice the force, or live without it. If you want to leave, I will find you a planet on which no one - First Order or Resistance - will find you. Should you wish to stay, I would welcome you with open arms, as would everyone else here."

You smiled at her, "I would like to stay - if that's ok?"

She smiled at you, standing up and walking towards the door. "I'll make sure you get your first flying session with Captain Dameron first thing in the morning. He said you had a knack for flying."

"Umm, General?" She turns to look at you, "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer something on the ground? Something like controllership?" She smiled and nodded.

"I'll have Connix meet you in the morning, kid. Sleep well."

And you did. In fact, you had probably never slept better.

fin.

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[sarahsmi13s]

Oh Leia Rey🥺 Our smart little Vapor girl 😭 She just knows that somethings wrong and then if Jake’s going, Daddy’s probably going too and just 😩🥺😭

And Bradley just wanted time with his girls Mav!! He’s got two weeks 🥺🥺

I can just see Jake and I’s conversation and it definitely ends with both of us looking over at the Bradshaw’s and him saying under his breath “We have to come home” 🥺😭

I love ya Lyss 🫶🏼❤️ I can’t wait for more ❤️❤️

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 59

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My lovelies! I hope you have recovered from your wedding hangovers! We are back with some heavy thoughts from the last chapter. Thank you for being here and reading my story! I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: The wedding is finished and Bradley gets a bomb dropped on him. How will you and the others take the news?

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: cursing, anxiousness, sadness, disoriented mental state, obsessive thoughts, but still love and caring support 💕

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Bradley’s POV

I looked at the floor and started to blink my eyes as I gulped. Did I just hear him correctly? I was being deployed at the worst time possible. I only had 2 weeks? Am I the only one thats leaving? Did anyone else in the group get these orders as well? 

I could feel my heart racing and my cheeks started to heat up. Cyclone patted my upper arm. I looked back up to him. I swallowed hard and nodded my head. I had a nervous and blank expression written all over me. 

Cyclone let out a sigh and stepped closer to me. He threw his arm around my shoulder and looked around. “Bradshaw, I didn’t want to have to tell you, but-“

I stopped him. I shook my head. “No, sir. I understand.” I gave him a weak smile and a nod. “It is my job… It’s my job. It’s what I have to do.”

He looked at me with sincerity and pushed his lips together while furrowing his brows. He placed he patted my chest. “Good.” He started to chew on his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it and shook his head. “We will all look after the girls while you are away. I promise you, that we will take care of them.” 

I looked around at the ground and then back up at him with confusion. “What?” I cocked my head to the side, “How long will I be gone?”

Cyclone bit hard on his lower lip, “A year.” 

I felt my heart sink into my stomach. This was not happening right now. I just married the love of my life, Leia and I have an unbreakable bond, and my wife is pregnant. I couldn’t leave you alone to raise our kids alone, again. I couldn’t do this to y/n. 

I squeezed the bridge of my nose and dropped my head. I started to nod slowly. “Is there anyone else thats going with me?”

Cyclone sighed, “Yes. Two from your squadron.” 

I looked up at him waiting for the names. He cleared his throat, “Phoenix and Hangman.” 

I sighed hard. My little girl was being ripped from not only her dad, but also her Uncle Jake and Auntie Phoenix. The ones she was closest to. I knew she was going to take it the hardest. I knew you would understand and would tell me you were going to be okay. You’ve always been so supportive of my career. I knew you would put on a tough act, but I know you would have your inner dark thoughts that reined around your head. 

My breathing became baited. “I can’t take them with me?” I looked at Cyclone with curiosity. He could see the hurt in my eyes.

He took his lower lip in between his teeth. He looked down and placed his hands on his hips. He shook his head slowly. 

I placed my hand over my mouth. “Fuck.” I muttered into my palm. How was I going to tell you? When was I going to tell you? I had to do it soon… I only had two weeks. I sighed.

“I’m really sorry to drop the bomb on you, Lieutenant.” Cyclone had remorse in his tone. He looked down at his fingers and spun the ring on his finger.

I licked my lips, they felt so dry. I looked at him and straightened myself out. “No need to apologize, sir. I know where my responsibilities with the Navy lie. Thank you for letting me know.” I reached my hand out to shake his.

He looked up at me with hurt in his eyes. He took my hand in his and gave it a firm shake before he pulled me in for a hug. He patted my back hard. 

“You’re going to do great, Bradshaw. I promise to look after your girls while you’re away.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Thank you, sir.”

I returned back to the group and kept my composure together. I didn’t want to alarm you after you saw me walk away with Cyclone. I wrapped my arm around you waist and turned you around to face me. Your eyes locked with mine and you smiled brightly. I smiled down at you and kissed your lips softly. 

“What did Cyclone want?” You poked at my nose.

I kissed your cheek over and over again. “He just wanted to let me know to have as much fun as I can because work is going to be vigorous when we get back to San Diego.” I smiled at you trying to hide my hurt.

You laughed and shook your head, “He always has to be the baron of bad news, doesn’t he?” 

I sighed and licked my lips. “You have no idea, sweetheart.” I smirked at you and placed a long kiss on your forehead. 

I grabbed Leia from Hangman and we all walked back to the cars. When we anrrived ant the hotel we all went our rooms together. All of the guests from the wedding were going to be staying on the same floor as us. We all went in the elevator in groups. Our groomsmen and bridesmaids all had their own rooms in which they would be staying in with their dates. 

You and I said our good nights to everyone before we headed into our room. Just as I laid Leia on the couch to go change, there was a knock at the door. You looked at me and shrugged. You walked over to the door and there was Phoenix and Austin with our belongings from the changing rooms at the venue. 

“Oh my gosh! Thank you!” you smiled and grabbed my suit and your dress from them.

“Good night, love birds! Not too much baby making tonight!” Phoenix laughed as Austin winked at you. You closed the door and they left.

You turned to me and held them up, “Our memorabilia from the best mission we could go on, Lieutenant.” You giggled and walked over to me.

Mission…Deployment…Leaving… That was all that went through my head. I blinked hard and smiled at you. You looked at me with concern. 

“You okay, babe?” You raised your brow at me before handing me my suit.

I nodded and kissed your cheek, “I don’t know about you, but I am beat, sweetheart.” I chuckled before turning to the closet and placing my suit in there along with your dress.

I turned back around and you were right behind me. You were looking up at me through your lashes. You looked so beautiful. I placed my hands on your cheeks and squished your face in my hands. It caused a little giggle to escape your lips. I shushed you, so we wouldn’t wake up our little girl. I kissed your squished lips and then your nose. 

There was another knock at our door. I looked at you confused again before placing another kiss on your lips. I went over to the door and Mav came right in. 

“Where is the little Jedi at?” He came in looking around. He spotted her on the couch and went over to her. He picked her up and started to head for the door that I was still holding open.

I stood in front of the door blocking him from getting out. “Where are you going with my little girl?” I chuckled as I held my hand out to Mav’s chest.

He looked down at my hand and laughed. He pushed it away and continued to walk. “I am taking little Leia with Penny and I tonight. So her mommy and daddy can have alone time. Plus I don’t think she would be a happy girl if she wakes up and we have Gunner.” He smirked at me. “And y’know. Give papa Mav more grandkids and all.” He walked out into the hallway.

I pulled his arm and shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I tried to grab Leia back from him and he swatted my hands away.

“Bradley. I am trying to do something nice for you and y/n. Just let us do this please.” He kept swatting at my hands as I still tried to grab Leia from him. “Bradley. QUIT! You’re not getting her.” He laughed and walked away.

I stood in the open door way with my hand still holding it open. I watched as he walked away with her. “I hate you. Mav.”

He flipped me off and laughed, “I love you too, Rooster.”

I shook my head and peered over my shoulder to you. You looked at me sadly. “Well jeez. Everyone was hogging her tonight and when I finally thought we were going to have the chance to have her, Papa Mav comes and swoops her up again.” You threw your hands up and dropped them down slapping your thighs. 

I sighed and closed the door. “Can you imagine when Little Brad gets here?”

You looked at me with wide eyes. “Little Brad?”

I laughed, “Yes. It’s a boy. I already feel it in my bones. Little Brad…Shaw.”

You giggled and walked over to me. You unbuttoned your baggy Hawaiian shirt and took my hands in yours. You placed them on your little baby bump. “I don’t know if it’s all the food I ate, or because I am super swollen from standing on my feet, or what. But I do not think this ‘little’ Bradshaw is going to be little, Bradley.” You looked down at my hands on your belly.

I chuckled and rubbed my hands over your tiny bump. “Sweetheart, if they are anything like me… little is not in the vocabulary.” I winked at you and licked my lips.

You pushed my chest softly, “Oh hush, Bradley.” You walked away laughing. You went into the bathroom to start cleaning up.

I stood there in the living room for a moment. A million thoughts racing through my mind. I need to tell her. I can’t wait much longer. It’s coming up soon. I need her to know. No, I can’t do it now. But, she has to know. I was fighting myself in my head. I started to feel overwhelmed. God, she’s going to be raising these kids alone. AGAIN. What if I don’t come back from deployment? What will she think of me? She’s going to hate me. It’s going to be like those 7 years ago all over again. But what if I never come back? What if something happens?  

I felt a slight pain in my head. I winced at the the pounding that was radiating through my skull. I placed my hand on my head and pushed pressure into my brain. That’s when you walked out and saw the distraught I was in. 

“Oh, Bradley!” You ran over and comforted me. You brought me over to the couch and sat me down. “Are you okay? Did you drink too much tonight?” you placed your hand on my head and rubbed it. 

I relaxed into your touch and embrace. The tears started to well up in my eyes. You could see it. You looked at me with concern plastered all over your face. You rubbed my head while I laid back against the back of the couch cushions. A tear rolled out from the corner of my eye down to my ear. You wiped it and replaced it with a soft kiss.

“Bradley… What’s wrong?” You laid your head next to mine facing me. I turned my head to you and looked at the hurt in your eyes.

I gulped. “I don’t know how to say this, sweetheart.” I started to get choked up.

You got up and cradled my head. You shushed me as you patted my hair. “Bradley…” you cooed softly and lovingly. You kissed my head over and over again. “Please tell me what’s wrong. How can I help you, baby?”

I brought my gaze up to yours. You cupped my cheeks in your hands. You gave me a soft smile as tears formed in your eyes. “Tonight is supposed to be happy, sweetheart. And I ruined it.” You started to shake your head and you comforted me. 

“Bradley no…”

“Sweetheart…” I bit my lower lip hard. I knew the next thing that was going to come out of my mouth was going to hurt you. I inhaled a shaky breath and blew it out. I placed my hand on yours and held it.

You looked down and sighed, “Cyclone told you you’re getting deployed too… Didn’t he?” Your sweet comforting voice became bare with no emotion. I could feel your heart drop. I just looked at you choked up, not knowing what to say. I searched your face, but there was no emotion. I didn’t know what you were feeling. Surely, it was nothing less than every emotion imaginable. 

You inhaled sharply and placed one of your hands over your eyes. You looked up at me and gave me a weak smile. “Phoenix told me she was getting deployed for a year. She said Cyclone broke the news to her before the reception started.” You smoothed out my mustache and played with a few of its hairs. “Is that what has you distracted? Is that what he told you when he pulled you aside?” You finally looked at me.

I nodded slowly. “I don’t want to go. I want to be here with you, Leia, Gunner, and the baby.” I had so much hurt in my voice.

You shook your head and chuckled through your tears, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. I will always love you and how you try so hard and work so hard for us. But this is your job. Your promise and commitment to the Navy.” You smiled and cupped my cheek. “You are the best damn pilot and they need you, baby. Like I’ve said before, and I will say it again.” You kissed my lips sweetly. “I will always be here for you. That will never change, I’ll be here waiting for you eagerly to come home.” 

I swallowed hard. I knew you were going to be strong. For me, for Leia, for the baby. I held your hands and kissed them over and over again. “I promise with everything I have, that I will come home to you and our babies. I cross my heart, y/n Bradshaw.” 

You smiled and held my hands to your chest. “I love you forever, Bradley. My heart belongs to you.” You kissed my ring and I smiled. “And it’s very comforting knowing that Phoenix will be with you. I know she will keep you in line and safe.” 

I laughed, “Hangman will be there too.”

All expression dropped from your face. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “Oh that poor girl better be paid double. She has to baby sit both of you goofs for a year.” You started to laugh. “I’m glad you will have them by your side, Bradley.” You smiled and squeezed my hands tight. “How are we going to tell Leia?”

The next morning some of the guests started to check out and said their goodbyes to you and me. Leia had finally come from her papa Mav’s room and bee lined for us. I squatted down and open my arms as she ran to me. 

“MOMMA! DADDY!” She had the biggest smile on her face as she ran. She jumped into my arms and I picked her up and held her tight. She started to squirm in my arms. “Daddy! You’re hurting me!” She started to laugh. 

I buried my face into her neck and held her close to me. My little girl, I was going to have to break her heart again. I felt my lips quiver and a tear burn my inner corner of my eye. Leia grabbed my cheeks and pulled me from her. “Daddy? What’s wrong?” She wiped my tears and pushed my hair back from my forehead. 

I kissed her cheek over and over again. I scanned the worry look on her face. I smiled through my tears. She was so beautiful. I shook my head and rubbed her leg. “I just missed you so much, baby girl.” 

She smiled big and pulled me back to her. She placed a kiss on my cheek, “I’m here now daddy. You’ll always have me. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.” She pulled back and smiled at me.

I kissed her again. “I love you my little Leia Rey. Forever.” 

You, Leia, and I continued to say our goodbyes to our guests as they all started to load the taxi’s and head out to the airport. You came over and placed a hand on my back. I looked down at you and you gave me a weak smile. You looked over at Hangman who was now talking to Cyclone. 

I looked over with you. I saw his head drop, his hand over his mouth as he nodded. He patted Cyclone on the shoulder and then shook his hand. Hangman looked up with his hands on his hips. He was chewing into his lips. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. He took a deep breath and released his lips from his teeth. He looked over at me with a sorrow look. Then he looked at you and Leia. He had a blank stare. 

He looked back at me and nodded slowly. I nodded back to him and looked down at my feet. He took a deep breath and went to help Sarah load bags into the taxi. You and I watched on as he pulled her aside. He didn’t sugar coat anything. He was rubbing the back of his neck while his other hand rested on her waist. I saw the hurt in his eyes when he broke the news to her. Her head dropped and her hands went up to cover her face. He pulled her in and hugged her tight. He closed his eyes tight. They twitched as he tried to hold back his tears. She held onto his face and kissed him over and over again. 

I looked down at you and you looked over at me. You nodded and then looked to Leia. She was leaning back against my thighs and had each of my hands in hers. She twiddled with my fingers as she looked over at her Uncle Jake. I took a deep breath.

“Hey, sweetheart. Can we chat for a second?” I got down on my knee to her level. She turned to face me and nodded with a smile on her face. I placed my hands on her hips. I kissed her forehead. She played with the buttons on my shirt. 

I gulped and rubbed her hip. “Leia…” She looked up at me with a sadden look. She gave me a little weak smile.

“Daddy, is Uncle Jake going on another mission? Is that why Sarah is crying?” 

My lips parted slightly. I took another deep breath. I nodded. “He is, baby.”

She nodded slowly. Her lip started to quiver as she looked down at the buttons on my shirt she was playing with. You came over and squatted behind Leia and rubbed her back. 

Leia started to cry, “Does that mean you’re going too, daddy?” Her voice was shaking. She sniffled hard and swallowed. She tried to hold back her tears. She wiped them hard from her cheeks and looked at me. 

I grabbed onto her little hands, “Yes, baby girl. I am going with your uncle Jake and your aunt Phoenix.”

She looked at me with shock. “Auntie Phoenix too?”

I kissed her hands and nodded. “I promise to take care of them. I promise that we will come home to you.” I caressed her cheek and she laid into my palm. She was really fighting to be strong, “Baby, it’s okay to be sad.”

She shook her head. “Bradshaws are strong daddy. I know you’re going to do good. Mommy always reminds me how good you are. Remember… I want to be just like you when I get older.” Her lips were quivering.

I lifted her chin to meet her gaze again. “I think you’ll be better than me, Leia.” I kissed her nose, “Do you still have my wings I left for you?” I raised my brows.

She nodded, “They’re on my pilot teddy you gave me. I bring him everywhere with me.”

I smiled and squeezed her little hand in mine. “Good, keep them with you always. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded and fell into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. 

“I promise, daddy.” 

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I don't know about you, but I am sad that this is happening. I am sorry to throw a curveball at the end of such a fun week 😩 Thank you for reading, babes! I'll see you in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

My strong babies are in the comments 🥺

[pygmi-cygni]

Lucky Number Seven (2)

goin' strong, y'all. woohoo.

cw: arguing, flashbacks, Angst

pt one here

He was fine. Somebody dragged him to a tent and gave him some water. You, however, were thrown into a room with a scowling officer who had some choice words.

Harassing a senior officer....stepping out of line...acting like a fucking child...your skin crawled with the urge to deck him too.

After your reaming was complete, you stomped back to the main area for a debrief.

And found this.

Rage burned your toes numb. You felt so overwhelmed with adrenaline, your physical body started to melt at the edges. If this was what exploding felt like, you were a supernova.

Poe's mouth was moving a mile a minute but you were having none of it. Famously verbose but equally as arrogant, Black Leader plowed through a hack-job retelling of your arrival. He wanted you gone within the day, he demanded, to the stoic chagrin of the answering Sergeant.

There were three other pilots in the tent, exchanging embarrassed glances. You'd felt shame, initially, before realizing what was happening.

"Sergeant, if I may," you seethed, cutting off another bout of complaints. Dameron's gaze lasered into your temple.

The flickering holograph raised his eyebrow.

"Whatever Dameron is upset about," your words sliced like blades through the smog, "is not in any way relevant to the current mission. We have a personal history and this issue does not extend beyond those limits. None of this impacts my work-"

"I don't know what this officer is referencing-" Dameron barged in, cutting off the snickering behind you.

"Enough."

Leia's face replaced the Sergeant's, looking steely-eyed and determined. The tent fell silent, everyone's faces drawn and hesitant. You swallowed down the tail end of your outburst, patting away the flames. Anger still smoldered, but you could keep it tucked away.

"I don't care how you feel, Poe," she said, with the sternness of a mother, "nor you, cadet," her gaze flickered to you. "I have assigned everyone in this program for a reason, and unless you are calling my judgement into question, I want to hear nothing about it."

Nobody dared speak. Nodding primly, she murmured a farewell and the tent was thrown into cavernous silence.

The tension was palpable. The sludgy ground had glued you in place, iron rods replacing your bones. Dameron burst out of the meeting as soon as it was adjourned, leaving you to fend off stares alone.

Personal history was a bit of a stretch, and perhaps conveyed a sultriness that was far from the truth. Tumultuous history might be a better term, one that conveyed the friction rife between you. It was a thorn you'd nursed for years, and one that never seemed to leave.

It never ceased to confuse your crew. Everybody liked Dameron. Truly, you saw the appeal - looks, charm, easy smile. And he was by definition, a good guy. But everybody had somebody to poke at, and for him it just happened to be you.

well, that wasn't the whole problem.

You tried to fade into the background of the gathering crowd. Any hopes of anonymity were shot dead in those few minutes online. The quizzical stares burned familiar scars in your back, until you collided with a bony face.

"Oh shi- you okay?" You righted Tonks, seconds from biting it. They chuckled, shoving you off.

"Yeah, yeah. What's up with Dameron? You guys seemed-"

Speak of the devil, he'd climbed atop a stack of crates, tablet and holopad in hand.

The debrief had begun.

The mission was 'simple:' have a few posing smugglers get a lay of the land whilst the home base soldiers mapped out the Imp hangar hidden a few clicks away. Once all the intel had been gathered, you'd reevaluate the plan and move in. No prisoners, no hostages.

Thirteen groups total (a number that made your stomach twist) and every group had a 'sister' group they were to be in contact with all the time.

"This is to ensure safety and support," Dameron explained, "no group gets left behind."

Ha fucking ha. You tried not to let your gaze burn his hair off.

Groups 1-4 were going to be the smugglers, a total of eleven people. 5-11 were tactical, and the last two were strictly intelligence and communication. You let out a sigh of relief when Tonks raised their hand for twelve. That was probably for the best.

Dameron's cold gaze flickered over you for a moment as he listed off your group - seven, how funny - and you were dismissed to brief with your groups.

Seven...tactical?

"Wait a minute, I'm intelligence division," you called out, "I'm not supposed to be tactically assigned-"

"Do you have your field training?" One of the superior offices looked you up and down.

"Yes, but-"

"Then you're qualified for tactical. Alright, quickly, let's get this done!"

Confused, you were swept into a tactical suit, headset, and gear pack and bunched with eight other people you'd never met in your life.

A harsh, muggy rain had begun to fall. Several tents were sinking into the mud and more than a few people were having difficulty digging their boots out of the slop. You held a booklet over your brow to stop any mudfall into your eyes.

"So," the head? Superior? Leader? of your group shouted over the din of thunder, "We're gonna chart the geography around the hangar, and then find the best entrances and exits. Once the undercover operatives we have get back, we'll send them off with a coupla you's to go and lay the explosives. Got it?"

A chorus of agreement, which you begrudgingly followed along with. Something distinctly sour was clouding the back of your mouth. One of your strengths was cartography and surveillance, but Dameron or whoever was running this shitshow had specifically pulled you out of the surveillance group and into...whatever this was.

Six hours until the first checkpoint. Teams 2 and 3 would be comming in with an update, and you needed to be at your post by then.

Perfect. Just enough time to beat Dameron's ass.

He was eating soup out of a tureen when you threw open the door to his tent. You didn't miss the tightening of his jaw when he turned to stare at you, eyebrow raised.

"Why the hell am I on tactical?" You hissed, ripping off your headset, "you know that I'm the best fucking spy on this crew, and I'm stuck on tactical?" The set made a satisfying thunk against the holoprojector as it toppled into the mud.

Poe leaned back, folding his arms. "Leia-"

"No. No, no, no, this was not Leia, this was you, Black Leader. You fucking put me there."

The muscles in his jaw were working overtime. Your steely gazes met in a clash rivaling Jedi battles. If he dares, I'll kill him. He'd better not even try.

"Well," he began slowly. "You can't deny the last time. How it...went."

He did.

The fucker.

"What?" You exploded, hauling him up by his collar, "What, what did I do? How did "the last one" go? Huh? Were you there? That one mission three fucking years ago that had a screwy plan and yeah, okay, something went wrong,and we lost some people, I'm sorry, but you weren't there, you don't get to tell me how it went!"

Your shouting had attracted a crowd outside. Poe winced when you pressed on his sore cheek, eyes aflame.

"Cadet," the word stung your heart, "why don't we continue this conversation later, okay? I've got a crew to run," he whispered, teeth glittering in the dingy light.

For the second time that day, you watched the retreating form of your Commander with a sense of defeat souring in your belly.

T-minus five hours.

That smell, what was it? Expensive, yes, but astringent. Burning roses, sickly sweet and singed with ash. It grew stronger every minute, as did the red glow under the door. Your hands were sticky with a thick crimson paste. Blood. It had been blood, which had been a body, who had been-

no. not them anymore. just sticky.

Hot. Your shirt was soaked to your skin with sweat. An orange light blinked on your radio. SOS. Help.

No response.

You watched the door shimmer and wriggle in the rising heat. Fire. And screaming. Who was screaming? Tell them to cut it out, it’s too l-

The shutter flicked, and you jolted awake. A deep, cavernous feeling of terror flitted through you so intensely your teeth rattled. Once the essence of paranoia faded, you huddled deeper in your jacket. It had been a while since your mind had slipped back into memory. You didn’t miss it.

The blinking holopad said three hours had passed. On autopilot, you packed your things, hands robotically cataloguing everything in its place. The safest thing to do right now was shut your brain off and let instinct do the talking. Wallowing would do no good in the field.

Your tent shuddered with the movement of somebody crossing the threshold. You were dimly aware of this but paid it no mind, focusing only on the rough fabric under your palms.

“Hey.”

Barbs littered your skin, raised and ready for battle. Steeling yourself, you turned to face him.

Poe, to his credit, stood a respectful distance away and met your gaze with patient neutrality. He took in your defensive scowl and the tension in your shoulders and held up a hand.

"I kinda screwed that up earlier," he said, with a strangely forced tone. "My apologies. I understand the last situation was complicated. But I can only access what's in the mission report, so-"

"So you just skipped the parts that didn't fit your narrative? Fuck off, I've got a crew to run." You shoved past him and rejoined your new squad. Poe yelled something after you, but you ignored it.

Thankfully the other members caught the drift, and you were on your way without a single glance back.

The moment your boots left the ring of lights surrounding the base, swampy smog enveloped you like a fist. It was hard to see in front of you, and you appreciated whose idea it was to clip fluorescent bulbs onto the back of your helmets.

In total there were eight of you, but the only names that stuck were the cartographer - Hana - and the weapons expert - Duke. There was a mute comms officer, which would have made for a great stand-up skit, but his searing gaze prompted no joking. You made your silent acknowledgements of each other and moved on.

As you hiked, a thrilling shiver ran down your back. It felt like a layer of bacta, soothing away the sore spots of your heart and returning a fire to your veins. Any distractions of the day melted away and left your mind startlingly clear. This was where you were supposed to be. You'd been folded for too long, crammed in the protective womb of drills and safety checks. You longed to stretch your fighting legs and run.

There was a reason you were the best on the team. Nothing Dameron said could change that.

The dark undergrowth of the swampy jungle slowly calibrated to your eyes. Snapping twigs sounded like gunshots and your hair prickled with caution. A certain air of insignificance swept over the group as you waded through marshes deep enough to swallow you whole. You kept that feeling close to your chest. Best to be aware of your weakness than to let it blind you. A common mistake, assuming you were the top of the food chain.

Though you’d never stepped foot on the planet before, the terrain seemed almost familiar. Nal Hutta’s geography wasn’t complicated. Hilly but nothing unclimbable, and the same marshy consistency across the surface. It was easy to get lost with nothing memorable to mark.

Hana quietly recited the map as you went, annotating any notable regions. It was a quick journey, relatively speaking, and you soon found the cleared-out trench designated for the first stop. As instructed, a few soldiers dug up the cargo hidden in the brush. The canvas bags contained kilos of explosives, which Duke took gingerly from their hiding place.

A shiver ran through you at the sight.

Fire, hot and stinging. Red cloth burning, the smell of roses-

You blinked rapidly and took a swig of water. Not now.

The comms officer spoke quickly and quietly into the accompanying receiver, jotting down whatever Poe was communicating on the other line. You felt strangely affronted, irritated that you couldn’t listen in. It was a strange sense of paranoia that made your throat close up. You forced yourself to step away, peering into the shady woods.

A cough behind you grabbed your attention. The comms officer looked up, receiver in his hand. It took you a moment to realize he was handing it to you. Dread settling, you took the device and held it to your ear.

“Yes?”

“New plan,” came Poe’s voice from the other end. He sounded strained, and you realized the change wasn’t going to be good. “I need you to go in.”

“What?”

A crackly sigh. “I need you to go in and get the access key by yourself. The security is tighter than we expected and a crew this size will be suspicious. You’re….the one with enough experience.” A resigned edge laced his tone. This wasn’t an easy admission.

You’d be glib at the compliment, but in truth the idea filled you with terror.

You hadn’t done it since. This was the first time you’d gone alone, and the thought of last time made you nauseous.

“Still with me?”

“Yes,” you said hoarsely, clearing the tension from your throat. “Yes, yeah, I’m…I’m here. That’s fine, but…”

“But?”

“Nothing. I’ll proceed.” You wanted to cry.

“Copy. And, cadet?”

You wiped your eyes, hiding from the rest of the group. “Mhm?”

“We’ll be in your ear the whole time.”

Your fist clenched around the comm long after he disconnected, knuckles paling.

Burning roses, singed cloth, screaming-

auck I hate the exposition chapters.

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Please Don't Be Long

George Harrison × GN!Reader

Genre: Fluffyyy hehe

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Words: 2.7k

Summary: 1968-69 era; The universe has a unique way of continuously bringing Geo and Reader together, and it’s time they finally accept the invitation (featuring a brief appearance by Ringo The Wingman lmao)

A/N: The idea for this fic was requested by the wonderful @leia-saveourskins (thank you so much for the request! 🥰)

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The moderately loud music flowing through the stereo speakers was all that could be heard in your ears as you made your way around the room, trying your best to mingle with the other guests. You enjoyed your fair share of house parties, as they were a great way to get to know new people, as well as reconnecting and maintaining previously established friendships.

You and George had met before. Granted, it was only briefly, but you remembered enough to recognize his face in the crowd on the other side of the room. George was the reserved type, preferring to stick around the people he knew best and enjoy the good music and tasty snacks. Parties weren't exactly his scene, but he knew how to make the best of them.

You attended this particular event with a few of your other friends, who, at this moment, were nowhere to be found. You shrugged your shoulders, assuming they would come find you when they wanted, or rather needed, to call it a night and head home, as you elected to be the designated driver for the evening.

Worming your way through the room of dancing people to where George was, you felt a smile growing on your face the closer you got to him. He had this wonderful energy that could be felt from a mile away, not to mention he was certainly quite handsome.

He was sitting on a sofa in the far corner of the room, holding a less than half-full glass of what appeared to be white wine. There were several other people sitting around him, one of which seemed to be telling a rather interesting story, with the other guests listening with rapt attention. You didn't recognize all of these people, only a few in passing, but one of which you knew quite well, immediately recognizing the array of dazzling rings scattered across his fingers.

Ringo had actually been the one to introduce you to George. You met him at a party similar to this one a few weeks prior, and after chatting for several minutes, he seemed to get the impression that you two would hit it off, promptly bringing you over to say hello. It was nice to see him again as well, seeing as the only people you knew here were off on their own adventures. You sighed in relief, your worry that you would be left awkwardly alone for the evening gradually fading away. 

The interesting campfire sofa story seemed to come to an end, and a gap opened up in the small crowd. You strode forward, seizing the opportunity, making your way to a cozy little spot next to him on the sofa. Before you could even sit down and reintroduce yourself, George looked up at you, smiling brightly, playfully pointing a finger in your direction.

“Ah, I remember you.” He said cheerily, and although he did not attempt to raise his voice to be heard over the music, somehow you could hear him just fine. “Always nice to see another familiar face.”

“Hi George.” You giggled, feeling your hands fidget slightly at your sides, but you tried your best to not let it show. Somewhere between your starting location and here, all the confidence of speaking to George had blown away, and all that was left was your increasingly shy tone and a small blush creeping up your cheeks.

Before continuing the conversation with you, George looked to the other side of him and tapped his friend on the shoulder. “What do you know, Rich? I guess you do have a gift. We meet again!” Ringo turned to face you, his bright blue eyes lighting up despite the slightly dim lighting in the room.

“And here you are!” He said happily, standing from the couch to pull you into a warm hug. A surprised laugh left your throat, but you hugged him back, feeling him pull away almost as quickly to let you sit down next to George. “I'll let you two lovebirds get to chatting.” He mused as he disappeared into the next room.

You returned your gaze to George and felt the blush on your face get stronger. He didn't seem to notice, or rather, he didn't point it out, instead twisting his torso to reach behind him for a bottle of wine. “Fancy a drink?” He asked, pausing to top off his own glass.

“I really shouldn't, but thank you anyway.” You replied politely. “I'd rather be more alert when I have to round up my friends and drive them home later tonight.” George nodded understandingly, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He cleared his throat before taking another sip.

“Responsibility is quite uncommon these days. Much like common sense.” He laughed at his own joke, and you laughed too, remembering that his sense of humor was something you immediately liked about him when you first met. He may have been on the quiet side, but he could crack a mean joke. Listen close, or you just might miss it.

George wasn't one for small talk. He found it boring and mundane, which you actually appreciated, as you found it awkward and uncomfortable. You loved that he dove right in when talking to people, asking the deeper, more interesting questions. Questions about life and the wonder of it all, and everything we could be learning about the world and ourselves if we just got out of our brains all the time and back into our bodies, feeling and seeing the world as it was meant to be experienced. You were absolutely enthralled, listening closely and chiming in where you could relate or feel your curiosity piqued. Just as you felt yourself wanting to rest your head on his shoulder, becoming captivated by a campfire sofa story of your own, you felt someone bump into the sofa cushion behind you, mumbling your name.

You turned around to see one of your friends, with the other two standing a bit further behind her. You could barely understand her slurry of unintelligible words, and judging by her smudged makeup, you weren't sure if she had been crying, or just plainly drunk and possibly high out of her mind. Either way, the three had clearly tracked you down because they wanted to go home.

You sighed, turning back to George, grimacing slightly, annoyed that you had to leave just when the conversation was starting to get good. George didn't seem bothered, still offering a warm smile. “They've come for their cab.” He said cheekily. “Go on ahead, I'll see ya ‘round.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, an instant mood booster despite being upset at your untimely departure. Pausing to give George a modest peck on the cheek, you stood from your spot on the sofa, collected your now rather disoriented looking friends, and shuffled out the door.

About two weeks later, you received a phone call from Ringo, inviting you to another party, this time of his own creation. In any other case, you would have declined, not feeling very social as of late, but no sooner did you open your mouth to object, a thought entered your brain. If Ringo was hosting the party, there’s a pretty good chance George was going to be there as well. 

George.

Ever since your last encounter with him at the previous party, he had been a lingering thought in all areas of your mind. The first time you met him, there was no room to have a meaningful chat as the awkward silence had taken up most if not all of the conversation. And last time appeared to be promising until your evening was cut short by your petulant plus-ones. But this time, there would be no distractions, and you were gonna make sure of it. This was the third time the great universe had given you another shot at making a connection with George, and there was no way you were going to pass it up. This time, you would be going solo. Having mentally finalized your decision, you graciously accepted Ringo’s invitation, and hung up the phone.

By the time the party rolled around, you were practically buzzing with excitement. All previous antisocial feelings had gone out the window, since now, you knew there was going to be something at this party that could spark your interest. When you arrived at the party, via cab of course, as now there was no need to play designated driver, you were immediately greeted by Ringo, who promptly offered you a drink and gently encouraged you to go mingle. 

This party was quite different from the last one. It was by no means a fancy gathering, but it felt much more sophisticated. There were less people than last time, greatly lowering the level of potential chaos. Despite the decreased number of guests, it was the most reserved form of the word ‘wild’ and it was still clear that everyone was having a great time. There was a record playing gentle dance music from one of the rooms. You weren’t sure if it was instrumental or you just couldn’t make out the lyrics, but you enjoyed it either way. You searched for the source of the music to hopefully catch the title of the record when you bumped into someone on the way out, nearly spilling your drink on their shirt. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You shrieked, eyes still facing towards the floor in both confusion and embarrassment. You looked up to deliver another heartfelt apology and instead you froze, your eyes widening.

“Better watch where you’re headed, love.” George teased, punctuating his statement by brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. You already felt yourself blushing, feeling the need to apologize even more fervently now that you knew your encounter had not been with a random stranger. 

“George!” You shrieked again, not sure why you said his name as you didn’t have anything to say after that, but followed it up with the best thing you could think of. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Following me, eh?” He mused, playfully poking you in the arm. You blushed harder, your free hand fidgeting with the bottom of your drink glass, the fingers on your other hand tapping the side awkwardly. 

“Perhaps it’s fate.” You blurted out, the thought sounding more confident in your head. But you felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief when George chuckled at your statement. 

“Divine timing.” he nodded knowingly.

“The universe wants us to keep meeting at these parties.” You giggled, trying to keep your composure while also ecstatic that George shared your theory. “It would be a shame to not accept the invitation. And besides, we never finished our conversation from last time.”

“I s’pose you make a point.” He grinned, flashing that ever-gorgeous fang-toothed smile. 

“So…shall we dance?” You offered, gesturing to the surrounding area between the two of you. George looked around, eyes following your hands at your silent gestures. 

“I don’t have the best moves, love, but I’ll try.” He laughed nervously. As if on cue, you heard the random instrumental record change, and a soft romantic melody began to play. You felt a large beaming smile spread across your face, silently thanking the universe yet again for its ‘divine timing’. “Ah,” George said softly, “now, slow dancing, I might be fair at.” He held his hand out for you to hold, which you happily accepted, assuming the slow dance positions.

George moved your hand that he was holding onto his shoulder, and you moved your other hand to his other shoulder. You felt like electricity was going to start buzzing out of you when George repositioned his hands to softly rest against your waist, but you tried your best to be calm. You let out an excited giggle that sounded more like a shriek, but George’s expression proved he found it rather endearing.

“Well…” he whispered, his voice vibrating as you rested your head on his chest, “you said you wanted to continue our other conversation?” You had gotten so comfortable with the current situation, your body filled with tranquility instead of nervousness, that you forgot you had even said that.

“Oh…” you trailed off, picking your head up from his chest to stare into his eyes, a warm deep brown you found yourself getting lost in, “right, I did say that. But for now I only have one question.” George continued to stare at you, gently nodding in wait for your question, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a brief yet heartwarming grin. “Does divine timing work for romance as well?”

The second the sentence left your lips, the anxious part of you immediately wanted to take it back, but George didn’t mind. He smiled again, keeping his usual calm demeanor as he had done the whole time. “Well,” he began, same as how he usually started any of his philosophical observations, “if that is true, there would also have to be some sort of sign to confirm or deny it. Something to suggest if it is the right time, or something to interrupt it if the time isn’t right.” You listened intently, feeling yourself unconsciously smiling as he spoke, completely captivated by his perspective. You moved one of your hands higher on his shoulders to rest just above the collar of his shirt, brushing your fingers against the soft skin of his neck.

“Well how do we know if the time is right?” You asked, not even realizing you had already picked up his habit of putting that word at the beginning of sentences. But just as you posed the question, you felt time begin to slow down around you. Suddenly, all the other guests felt a million miles away, the music felt louder, and now, in that moment, it was just you and George, and nothing else mattered. It felt incredible, as your brain was able to block out all the other worldly noise, and just concentrate on the here and now, something you found yourself unable to do so effectively before.

George thought about it for a second, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, the edges of his mustache stretching out as a knowing smirk appeared on his face. “Well, let’s find out then, shall we?”

You thought he was going to do some sudden movement as if to attract the attention of the universe for any objections, or send a cheeky statement sailing out into the ether, but nothing could have prepared you for the moment he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widened in shock, feeling your fingers involuntarily grip at his shoulder, but that was soon replaced by an overwhelming joy spreading through your body. George placed his hand under your jaw, his fingers cupping your chin to deepen the kiss. You sighed happily, closing your eyes again and wrapping your arms around him, resting your wrists on the back of his neck. 

It was a purely heavenly sensation. You found yourself softly giggling against his lips, pulling away for a mere second to look in his eyes again. George smiled back at you, briefly looking around and boastfully shrugging his shoulders. “I guess the universe had no problem with that.” He quipped.

He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped, his eyes fixated on something in another room through one of the open doors as he let out an adorable little giggle. “In fact, I think we may have actually had a little help.” He turned back to you, pointing in the direction of whatever had caught his eye. You turned around to see Ringo standing over by the record player, proudly swirling his drink glass in one hand, his other hand holding the decorative album sleeve for the romantic record that was currently playing. He raised his glass to toast the happy couple from afar, sealing his stamp of accomplishment with a supportive, bright-blue-eyed wink. You and George laughed in stereo, your smile growing wider as you gave Ringo a grateful two thumbs up before turning back to George.

“I guess the universe did have a plan for us.” You joked, not sure if you felt yourself release a dreamy sigh or it was all in your mind. 

George nodded agreeingly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he stared into your eyes. “I guess it did.” He laughed before pulling you closer for another loving kiss.

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WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise. 

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing. 

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her. 

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told. 

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months. 

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,” 

“Have a little patience, Princess,” Poe said, his lips drawing into a small smile as he felt her huff beneath his palms, “I know you’re used to getting what you want in your palace, but you’re in my town now, baby,”

She chuckled, shaking her head as he directed her down the stairs. He wasn’t entirely lying. After she’d been rescued from Ren’s grasp, her planet had quickly declared its allegiance to the resistance and she had been appointed as one of Leia’s advisors. Whether it was her quick wit, or the love she seemed to drench every single person with, no matter who they were or where they had come from, Poe wasn’t exactly sure what it was that made her such a good leader, other than the fact she was so entirely herself it was hard not to favour her; a rare quality of politicians he'd often teased her. 

She gave a sniff through her nose, trying to give herself some kind of hint as to what her gift was. “Smells like… oil? Did BB-8 leak again?” 

“Just wait, one more step in front of you,” Poe replied, his eyes trained carefully on her high heeled steps over the concrete. His stomach somersaulted as he wondered for the last time if this was a good idea, but he couldn't very well lead her all the way back out of there empty handed. Reminding himself it was her, and she would never spit anything kind back in his face, he released her face gently, “tada!”

He watched her shoulders tense under the jacket he’d given her because he worried she’d be cold in the night air, and he could tell her mind was racing a million miles a second trying to make sense of what it was he was showing her. 

His T-70 starfighter. The only thing, he often joked, that could ever rival her for the title of his beloved.

“Poe…” Her voice trailed off, unsure but not wanting to seem rude, “Poe, I can’t-”

“Baby, hear me out,” He cut in, knowing she was never going to be jumping for joy before he could explain, “I promise you, nothing bad will happen while I’m there,”

“Poe,” She said hesitantly, as he came around the front of her to see her worried expression that made him cradle her face with his warm hands almost immediately.

“They don’t call me the best pilot in the galaxy for nothing,” He smiled at her cheekily, and he was relieved to see her crack a grin then, though the fright lingered in her eyes that rolled at him.

He’d known since the day he’d rescued her that she had a fear of flying; when he’d had to sit her on his lap in that very same cockpit so they could escape the base together, when she’d screamed bloody murder and held his hands so tight he worried he might lose circulation. 

Not the best of first introductions, and not quite how he’d imagined his two greatest loves meeting. Which was why he wanted to change her experience of the whole thing. 

She gave him a tentative glance, and he fretted for a moment that it had all been a mistake; that his kind act coming from a good place had been one giant heap of selfish bantha fodder that he felt stupid for even suggesting it. But then she took a deep breath, her hands coming up over his own on her cheeks and squeezing them gently. 

“Certainly don’t call you the most humble pilot in the galaxy, Dameron,” She said with a tease, moving past him to head for the jet, “Alright, help me up. My carriage awaits,”

He beamed so hard he thought his cheeks might explode, rushing past her to lift himself up onto the right arm the way he had done so many, many times before. 

“My lady,” He stretched out his hand, all but yanking her up most of the way to where he kneeled, and he was glad he’d told her to wear her cargos and not the pretty dress she’d showed him.

Pulling herself up to a sit, she looked unsurely at the metalwork beneath them, “You’re sure it can hold two?”

“It did before, didn't it?” He countered back, hoisting himself into the cockpit that felt like a second home to him, his body sliding into his seat like a hand into a glove. He parted his thighs, granting her a space of her own, and patted the leather chair, “Actually, don't think about that. Hop in,”

She paused, uncertainty written across her face that cracked when she saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes, brown hues that had always seemed to watch her with pure adoration. She had always struggled to say no to him, especially when he looked like that. 

Slipping between his legs, she hated to admit that she found herself rather comfy enveloped between his body and the dash. 

“You sure we’re safe?” She asked once more, and his arms slid around her to grab the wheel in his right hand, the left pulling her back against his warm body that made her relax just that little bit. He kissed the side of her head, resting his temple against hers for a second. 

“You know I would never put you in harms way, sweetheart,” He said, all trace of jovial teasing gone as he kissed next to her ear and pushed the button to lock the glass canopy over their heads. It slowly lowered down, hissing into a click as it shut, and he felt her shuffle in closer to his chest, “There’s something up there I really, really want to show you. Okay?” 

She looked up at him over her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement at seeing her in his seat, his co-pilot for the evening. 

How could she ever resist?

“Okay,” She nodded, tugging his arms over her shoulders like a seat belt as if strapping herself in for the ride, “Okay, I’m ready,”  

He chuckled, praying to the maker one last time that this would work, and switching the ignition up to a low rumble. 

The jet rolled forward slowly, and he wheeled it around to a clearing in runway that made her think he’d told everyone to take the evening off just so they could have their solo flight.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to have to go fast at this bit, so you might want to hold on tight,” He warned her, and he felt her grab onto his thighs with tight fists, “That’s it, I got you, you’re safe,”

Not giving her much time to overthink what was coming, he floored the gas, flicking a few of the levers above their heads. She sucked in a breath, her knuckles almost turning white with grip, “Poe,” 

“I promise you’re safe, baby,” He reassured, forcing the throttle down and they jumped forward as the engines kicked in. He would have been in the air by now if it had just been him, would probably already be doing a loop-de-loop, but he didn’t want to terrify her before they had even really started. 

She squealed, a muffled version of what he knew she was probably holding back as they started lifting off the ground, and he sped up even more, the g-force throwing her back against him, and he flicked pressed the switch on the dash to start retracting the wheels into the underbelly. 

“Poe, I’m scared,”

“You got it, I got you,” He removed one of his hands off the wheel and looped it around her waist to keep her secure, “You’re doing so well, baby,” 

It was then she made the mistake of taking a peak outside, seeing their base quickly becoming little more than a speck beneath them as they sped off upwards into the atmosphere, “Oh my stars, we’re so high,” 

He chuckled, kissing her hairline tenderly, “That’s a good thing, means we’re not in danger of crashing into trees or mountains or-”

“Poe!” She slapped his thigh, scrunching her eyes shut, “I can’t look, I’m going to puke,”

His resolve wavered for a minute, and he made the impromptu decision to yank the steering wheel down, forcing them to take a quick turn up even higher into the air, to which she tucked her head towards his jaw so she didn’t have to watch. 

He wondered if he was going to regret such a bold move, he felt her whimper against his skin and Poe cursed the whole concept of ‘Go big or go home’ that he had been going for. 

Until-

They burst through the clouds, the dusk air that had been growing dark under the smog disappearing as they cut in a straight line up, further and further until the cottony slew of powder white clouds blanketed beneath them, the way they had for him so many times before. The sun was still out this far up in the aerospace, syrupy orange, and almost pink as it met the pillowed floor, like they had flown right into a meadow of blankets and warmth. 

“Poe, I tried to be brave, really I did, for you, but my nerves are shot-” 

“Baby, look,” He cut her off, engaging the auto-pilot and moving his warm hands down her arms softly to hold her fingers in his own. The X-Wing evened out, the force barely feeling like a pull at their bodies anymore and more like a lingering jitter in their skin that could so easily be passed off as the engine. 

“I can’t, I feel sick-” She protested, pushing her nose into his neck, and he felt her hands shaking with nerves that he gently stroked away. He chuckled, the sound reverberating over the apples of her cheeks.

“Just trust me, look,” Poe said, and she took a deep breath, as if holding back another complaint, peeling herself away from him just the smallest amount to glimpse outside the star-fighter. 

Her eyes widened, sitting upright almost immediately as she saw the technicolor that had been a dull beige before, the world she’d known for over two years entirely gone, buried beneath the silkened clouds. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting over the teracotta hues, down to the valley of puffy clouds beneath that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she’d imagined. 

She was silent for a moment, and Poe had feeling that was atleast a good thing, but he was known to second guess himself when it came down to her. 

Watching her expression with a besotted gaze, the sun’s heat glowing her cheeks with a honey kiss, he ran his fingertips over her palms, “Do you like it?”

“Poe, it’s-” She swallowed, not once ripping her eyes away from the oil painting infront of her, “You get to see this every day?”

He laughed, dipping his nose in her neck and leaving a loving kiss there, “Pretty much, yeah. I told you, it’s a whole other world up here,”

“How do you ever come down, I mean it’s, it’s,” She stammered, shuffling on the edge of the seat to take it all in even more, “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” 

“I have my reasons that are pretty compelling actually,” He smiled, eyes washing over her face, trying to commit that expression to memory because there were very few times they were allowed to have something good in the middle of a war. But this was it. She was it. His little bit of goodness that had been so worth the wait, “Happy Anniversary, honey,” 

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WIP Wednesday

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take me back - Tommy amnesia fic - from ch 3

Evan: Hey! Hope you have a great first day back! Be safe! 🙂

Tommy’s heart skips a beat… he said– he said their thing… Be safe / Of course. Like Bobby and Athena’s Home Safe, or Howie and Maddie’s Miss you already / Miss you most or Han and Leias I love you / I know. It floods his brain with memories of what feels like just last week; him telling Evan the same thing when he called to let Tommy know they were going on a pretty serious call. It stabs him in the chest, and tears sting at his eyes that he quickly blinks away because, no… Evan is allowing him a friendship when he doesn’t deserve one. He will not screw it up this early in because he has a giant sack of unresolved emotional baggage that he filled himself. He replies: I will be he hits send, reels at the sting of making it different, then he sends and thank you :) to balance it out.

The messages are instantly read, and Tommy waits for a moment to see if he’ll say anything else. He doesn’t, so Tommy grabs his keys and heads out the door to his truck. The engine roars to life and he turns his music up loud enough to make his ears hurt— from the volume and the fact every song reminds him of Evan— as he drives the miles to Harbor Station. 

He is actually pretty surprised at the effort his team put into their welcome back, complete with a banner and cake. (If Tommy is being honest he is just about cake’d out from his birthday… but he appreciates the gesture… Especially if— unless they changed a lot in the span of last year to now— this isn’t usual for the 217. This is more of the 118’s style of celebration. He’ll take it.) “Thanks everybody,” he says humbly. 

“Good to have you back,” his captain says, shakes his hand then excuses himself to his office. 

He is approached one by one by his other coworkers ending with Lucy. She grins widely at him, and throws her arms around his neck; a gesture he was used to from her… but things are supposedly different between them now, so it’s an unexpected surprise.  

“How’re you feeling?” she asks. Her– usually sharp, ready to give as much sass and shit as she receives among a crew of mostly men– eyes are soft and sincere. 

“Better… I– I guess,” Tommy replies. “Doc said as long as I don’t crack it open again, staples can come out next week.”

“You still don’t know how that happened?” 

Tommy pulls his lips down into a frown and shakes his head. “That garage is a mess… Evan is always– or… was always–” he stops and sighs, running a hand over the back of his neck, wondering if one day talking about Evan will stop hurting. He doubts it’ll be anytime soon. “He always said I needed to organize my stuff better– guess I should have listened.” 

She gives him a sympathetic smile, hooking an arm around his arm and leading him through the hangar. “Well at least you have plenty of paperwork to keep your mind off of… everything, until you’re cleared to get back in the sky!” 

“Oh, great…” He groans at the piles of unorganized files left for him to keep busy while he is on temporary light duty, and drops into his chair to get started. 

Or rather try to get started… except everything reminds him of Evan– of the accident– of what he lost— of how miserable he is. 

Calls where their stations worked together. Calls with people named Evan, or Tommy, or even worse Dylan. Calls involving head injuries, and memory loss, and extreme depression, and anxiety– a call involving a person giving a statement so filled with regret and despair Tommy has to stop what he’s doing and walk outside for some air. 

“You okay?” Lucy asks, sticking her head out of the helicopter she is running a safety check on. 

“Fine…” Tommy lies, still unable to suck in a deep enough breath that it will stop feeling like he’s being suffocated. 

Lucy sighs and turns the helicopter off. She hops down and walks over to him, face determined. “Seriously, Kinard… I’m not saying you have to be an open book; hell you never were, even before— But don’t start shutting everyone out again. We’re a team and if you’re going through it and your mind is not clear it’s not safe– you could get hurt… again. So we’re not going back there, okay?” Tommy slowly lifts his eyes to hers and nods. 

Lucy calls out for Melvin to finish the inspection and she tips her head towards the side of the hangar. They walk down alongside the metal wall towards the water’s edge. She picks up a rock and flicks it out onto the water; it skips three times before dipping under the surface. She glances over at Tommy, giving him the floor to start the conversation. Tommy doesn’t speak and instead repeats her action��� picks up a rock and skips it across the lake. Seven skips before it disappears and Lucy scoffs, calling him a show off. 

“I don’t know why I broke up with him…” is Tommy’s reply. 

Lucy stares at him for a second, like she’s trying to formulate a response. “I– I mean… I’m sure once the amnesia–”

“It’s not because of the amnesia, Luce…” Tommy interjects. “I–” He exhales, long and deep. “I don’t know why I broke up with him because I don’t want to break up with him.” She furrows her brows and he continues before she can speak. “Lucy I woke up thinking it was our anniversary. Just a few days before I dumped him, for– for the stupidest reason!”

“Wait, you know the reason?”

“Ye– Yeah. Evan told me.”

“You spoke to Evan?!”

Tommy sighs. “That’s not the point. The point is that I don’t— or— or I didn’t… I still don’t want to not be with him. I– I was ready Lucy. Ready for the next step– granted the next step was telling him I loved him… whereas his was moving me into his loft–”

“Wait…” Lucy pushes forward from where she had been leaning against a tree and starts to pace. “He asked you to move in– into the loft?”

“He did.”

“But you have a house…”

“Yes but– dammit Lucy this is still not the point! I love him! I- I would have said yes. I s- should have said yes! I don’t–” His voice breaks, he covers his face. Then Lucy’s arms are around him, tugging him down to her level, allowing him to hide his face in her shoulder instead. 

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