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mystic-writings · 2 months ago

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PAIRING — poe dameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY — despite being placed on parental leave by leia, poe has to leave for a last minute mission. you go into labour.

WARNINGS — pregnancy, fluff, real-word cursing, (likely incorrect) depictions of birth, author has not had kids before, depictions of panic, author writes some cliche stuff at the end but its fluffy so it doesn’t matter

WORD COUNT — 3,227

NOTES — this was supposed to be written a lot sooner than two months after the first part was posted. oopsies? anyway, this can be read as a standalone, but you can read part one here!

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“What do you mean, ‘emergency rescue mission?’” Poe glared. “I’m on leave! I’ve got a kid on the way!”

“I’m sorry, Commander, but you’re the only available pilot with the skillset to pull this off this kind of mission,” Admiral Horne sighed, her face showing nothing but apology as she handed the datapad to him. “All of our other qualified pilots are off base.”

Of course, Poe thought. Of course, he was being shipped off to Mustafar for a rescue mission while you were just about ready to give birth.

After looking over the information, he placed the datapad on a nearby console and huffed, one hand on his hips, the other scrubbing at his face. “Where’s Leia? I need to talk to her.”

“She went to Coruscant this morning with Vice Admiral Holdo,” Horne informed him, driving his stress levels even higher. “She won’t be back for another few days, I’m afraid.”

Great.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But the second things get too dangerous, I’m coming back. You hear me?”

Admiral Horne only nodded before dismissing him for immediate dispatch. Poe, ever the rebel, stopped off at the hangar after he suited up, finding you watching Jess as she tweaked something in the underbelly of her X-Wing.

The second he caught sight of you, sitting patiently with a hand cupping the swell of your stomach, laughing gently at something Jess said, everything in him begged not to leave your side. To strip the flight suit from his body and stay right here, by your side. But then you glanced over at him, and your eyes roamed over his body, and he knew from the look in your eye that if he wasn’t going to be facing your wrath, someone else was. And he much preferred that it be someone else.

“What’s going on?” The worry swimming in your eyes as you stood to meet him broke Poe’s heart. He reached up, brushing some hair from your shoulder before his hand slid up to cup your jaw.

“I have a mission,” he said, heart shattering as the worry completely consumed your features.

“But you’re on leave,” you reached up, placing your hand over his. “You’re not supposed to leave the base.”

“Admiral Horne—”

“Does she know you’re not supposed to leave? Does she know we’re having a kid?”

“She does, but—” Poe sighed, his hand leaving your cheek, turning over to grasp yours and pull you a bit closer. “I’m the only one on base that’s qualified to do this. She said it’ll only be a few days. It’s a low-risk rescue mission, I promise I will be just fine.”

You nodded, fighting back the tears that seemed to sneak up on you at any given occasion recently, squeezing Poe’s hand tight. “Be careful, Poe. If something happens, so help me I’ll—”

“I know, you’ll kill me yourself.” Poe chuckled, lifting your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles before taking your other hand and doing the same, pressing a kiss to the ring that now rested on your finger — the same ring you used to toy with when it rested on a chain around Poe’s neck. When he lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes, his voice was quiet. “I promise. I will make it back to you. Both of you.”

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to Poe’s.

He leaned forward, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, whispering, “I love you, too,” before dipping lower, pressing the most featherlight of kisses to the top of your stomach. “Stay right there for me, got it kiddo? I love you.”

Poe relished in the giggle his comment pulled from you, smiling bright and kissing you once more before slipping from your grip and out of the hangar, praying to the Maker that he got back before he missed the birth of his firstborn. He’d wring Admiral Horne’s neck if he did.

Three days.

Poe’s been gone on some stupid rescue mission for the past three days. You’d been utterly useless, facing sleepless nights and anxiety for most of the time he’d been gone. Between it all, though, you’d been dealing with false labour pains, the same you’d been experiencing before he left, but it only heightened your panic all the more now that Poe was off-planet.

Rose and Jess had been rotating staying with you, the pair being the only other relief you could find between Poe’s holo-calls every few hours. Every moment in between, though,when you were alone, you twisted the ring on your finger, teeth gnawing your lip with worry. It was the worst you’d ever felt, and the false contractions were doing nothing to ease your fears.

It was the middle of the afternoon as you stood with Jess, arranging and rearranging the items Leia managed to import for your baby on the dresser top that was now home to a change station. Ever since your fourth month, Leia had moved you into a larger room, a mini-apartment with its own refresher and two rooms bordering on the smaller side — but it was more private space than you’d ever had on the base, and you would never stop being grateful for it.

“You know, you’ve put that stack of diapers back in that very spot three times now.” Jess commented from the loveseat. “You need to stop worrying,”

“I’ll stop worrying when Poe gets back.” You told her, wincing as another false contraction rippled across your back. “Besides, Leia said this sort of stuff is normal. She called it ‘nesting.’”

Jess chuckled, leather creaking as she stood from the couch and came to stand beside the dresser, fiddling with a stuffed runyip plush before setting it down. You watched her admire the small set up you had for the baby, multi-coloured blankets and stuffed toys packed neatly into bins, a single crib resting under the window with jungle themed sheets on the mattress. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom. I can’t believe Poe’s gonna be a dad,”

“You and me both,” you laughed, a hand resting on your bump as another small, less painful contraction tightened the muscles in your abdomen. “Seems like ages ago when we first met.”

Before you had the time to reminisce further, the door slid open with a woosh, revealing a very breathless, brightly smiling Rose Tico. “He’s back. Poe’s X-Wing landed, like, ten minutes ago.”

You huffed, relief flooding your veins and soothing the false contraction. You rested a hand on the change table and leaned against it, thumb rubbing at the ring on the same hand as Jess met your eye, smile widening to match your own. “Thank the Maker. And he’s alright?”

“Not a scratch. He’s debriefing with Horne and Leia now.” Rose reported back, stepping into the room. “How’ve things been today?”

Before you even had the chance to open your mouth, your stomach tightened and you gripped the change table, nearly doubling over. This pain was worse than the ones you’d felt before, and as you felt a rush of water down your legs, you knew that this was no false labour.

Your panicked eyes flitted between Rose and Jess, eyeing the puddle on the floor as the pain worsened before subsiding. You heaved a breath through your mouth, desperately trying to calm yourself. It did little to help, a whimper escaping you as you straightened your back. “Oh, fuck.”

Poe wanted nothing more than for this — quite honestly, completely useless — debrief to be over. It was just him, Leia, and Horne in the room, discussing the details of the mission. “Look, it took me a day to find them, and another to tail him and get him to lead me to our guy. The place wasn’t heavily guarded, so I took them out in no time. No one followed me, and I got him back here without any issues. Now can I please go see my wife?”

Of course, you and Poe weren’t married yet, but the moment he put that ring on your finger after finding out you were pregnant, you might as well have been.

“Of course, Commander, you may—” Leia’s datapad beeping cut her sentence short. Poe nearly groaned as she held up a finger to check the urgent message, a grin splitting her lips as her eyes trailed across the screen. “Apologies, Poe. You may go, but I suggest you head to the medbay. It seems your child has perfect timing.”

The wide, bright smile that spread across Poe lips, lighting up his features, sent warmth straight to Leia’s heart. She was glad to see him so happy, and entirely unbothered as he shot from his seat, barely waiting for the meeting room door to open before he slid through the gap, footsteps echoing through the hall as he ran for his life.

By the time Poe reached the medbay, you were already in a private room, sweating and gritting your teeth with Jess and Rose on either side of you. One of the few non-droid nurses conversed with a med-droid as you lay in the bed, dressed in a medical gown with a blanket draped over your lower half.

The door slid open, revealing the sight to Poe, who sighed and was by your side immediately. “Hey, baby, how’re you doing? You okay?”

“Well, my body’s currently trying to tear itself apart to get this baby out of me, so I’d say I’m doing just fine, Dameron,” you gritted the words out, squirming in the bed as Rose and Jess slipped from the room with quiet praises and hands on shoulders, wishing you both good luck.

Poe’s hand instantly slipped into yours, squeezing once as he rested the other above your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your sweat-slick skin. He felt you squeeze back, your grip tightening as you gritted your teeth, another contraction passing over you. “You’re okay, baby. You’re okay,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on your temple.

Just as the wave of pain began to pass, the nurse, Jane, approached with a gentle smile. “You’re almost there, love. Is it okay if I check your cervix?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered with a nod, blowing out a shaking breath as Poe lifted his head.

“How long have you been in labour?” Poe asked, squeezing your hand.

You huffed, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “No clue.”

“What do you mean, ‘no clue’?” Poe furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the nurse and back at you. “Wouldn’t you have felt the contractions?”

“Not between the constant false ones,” you grimaced. “And before you ask, my water broke when Rose came to tell me you were finally home. So I’m kind of blaming all of this on you.”

Poe laughed, trying to ignore the tears blurring his vision. “Blame it all on me, baby. I don’t mind.”

Jane stood, peeling the glove from her hand as she smiled again. “Almost there, mom. If you feel at all like you have to push, let me know and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, voice breathy and tired as you squeezed Poe’s hand again. “Will do. Is it okay if my signal is screaming bloody murder? Because I might have to do that if this gets any worse.”

The nurse laughed, heading back to the med-droid, who Poe noticed was now preparing some sort of incubator for the baby. He wondered exactly what was going to happen. He’d heard often that this would be a defining moment in his life; a moment that would change who he was to the very core. Poe had heard plenty about the day he was born from his father growing up, but he hadn’t believed what he was hearing until now, standing in the room with you, watching the med-droid and nurse work simultaneously to get everything ready for the arrival of your child and to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

As another contraction passed over you, you whimpered, tears building in your eyes as you breathed your way through the pain. “Poe,” you whispered, your voice tinged with pain, sending a deep ache straight to Poe’s chest. “Poe, I don’t— I’m scared,” you admitted, glancing up to meet his eyes, watching the worry pool in them to meet the fear shining in yours. “I’m so scared,”

“Hey,” Poe called, his voice gentle but firm as he stroked the hair away from your forehead. “We’ll be just fine, okay? All three of us are gonna be fine. Maybe it isn’t how we planned, but we’re safe. And I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Our baby isn’t going anywhere. And neither are you. I promise.”

You nodded, another whimper passing through your lips as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard and scrunching your face as another, longer contraction wracked your body. You grunted and groaned, one hand gripping the sheets and the other crushing Poe’s hand. But he kept smoothing your hair, whispering to you, his voice soothing you through the sound of blood rushing through your ears.

“I think— oh, fuck— I think I need to push,” you huffed, voice strained as the pressure built in your abdomen, stretching and pulling at every muscle in your body. “Jane, I—” your voice crackled, fizzling out with a powerful groan as Jane rushed you, a stool under her and gloves on in an instant.

“You’re doing great, mom. When you feel another contraction, I want you to give it all you’ve got, okay? Put everything behind it and just push.” Jane advised, peeking her head over the sheet that the med-droid had put in place of the blanket.

“Is— Is there anything I can do?” Poe asked, his voice breaking as he adjusted his hold on your hand, the other still resting on the back of your head. He looked like a mess, hair mussed from running and eyes wide, shimmering and worried.

“Be there for her.” Jane answered. “However she needs you to be.”

Poe only nodded, adjusting his stance to bring his lips to your forehead again as you grit your teeth. Your grip on his hand tightened again, the force of the contraction and the effort you were exerting pushing your chin into your chest. Poe slid his hand to rest between your shoulder blades, supporting as much of your weight as you would let him.

The pain had been bad before, but the added pressure of actually pushing made the ache in your limbs unbearable. Your muscles were sore from the constant tension, your fingers numb from the pressure you’d squeezed Poe’s hand with. When the pain subsided, and your head fell back, tears mingled with the sweat covering you. You took gulping breaths, huffing in and out to try to bring some relief to your body. Nothing was registering in your mind anymore; you could hear voices speaking to you, giving you words of encouragement, but the pain was blinding. Every inch of you felt broken and aching, and you knew that even after it was over, you would still feel it.

Then the cycle repeated itself — once more, then another, and then… everything stopped. Relief flooded your body, numbing everything in you as muted cries flooded the room, growing sharper as you came back into yourself. Your vision cleared, catching Poe’s trembling hand as the nurse handed him a pair of medical scissors. Finally, you were able to breathe. Your head fell back onto the bed, the pillow beneath you providing comfort as you watched Jane bring the baby over to the incubator.

Poe had never felt so much love until he heard his child cry. The wails of fresh life, untouched and full of possibility, filled his heart impossibly full, leaving it with no choice but to hurt with every beat, to ache with every breath his daughter took. He cut the cord with blurred vision, tears already beginning to fall as Jane smiled, carrying the baby over to the med-droid to clean her up. As she did, the baby still wailing loudly, Poe returned to your side, cupping your cheek and bringing your gaze to meet his.

“Hey,” he whispered, not trusting his voice. His heart warmed at the tired smile that spread across your face, eyes opening to meet him. “You okay?”

“‘M fine,” you muttered. “Is the baby—?”

“Fine. She’s perfect.” He smiled, watching your face light up.

“It’s a girl?” You whispered, voice laced through with emotions even Poe could feel. “We have a daughter?”

Poe nodded, sniffling as fresh tears began to fall. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find Jane standing at your side, holding a loosely wrapped baby Dameron.

“I think someone wants to meet you,” she spoke gently, smiling down at you.

Wordlessly, you took the baby from Jane, who adjusted your bed so you could sit up straighter without injuring yourself. The moment your daughter was cradled in your arms, then against the skin of your chest, you knew nothing else mattered as much as this did. As she did.

“Poe, look at her,” you breathed, choking on your own voice as the baby gurgled, deep brown eyes latching onto nothing in particular with her cheek squished into your chest. “She’s beautiful.”

Poe nodded, his eyes stuck on his daughter as she squirmed, face flushed and brows furrowed. When they flickered up to you, Poe found you staring down at your daughter, a finger stroking her back gently as she lay against you, moving slightly with every breath you took. “Are you still scared?” Poe whispered.

“I’m absolutely terrified,” you whispered back. “But we’re doing this together, and I know you’re scared, too. And that makes me feel a bit better.”

Poe huffed a quiet laugh, his hand settling on the back of his daughter’s head as he kept his gaze on you. “Of course I’m scared. I’m scared shitless. But if I’m sure of one thing, it’s that she’s worth it.”

You sniffled, nodding and lifting your head, capturing Poe’s lips in a quick, loving kiss. When you pulled back, both of your gazes fell to your daughter, who now seemed to be fast asleep, mouth slightly open and a fist curled against your medical gown.

“I think I have a name for her,” you said as Poe sat on the edge of the bed.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I know we were thinking about using Alex, because it would work either way, but…” you glanced down at your hand, resting gently across your baby girl’s back. “I think we should name her after your mom.”

If it was even possible, Poe’s eyes filled with more warmth, tears glistening within them once more as he moved his gaze from the baby to you. “Are you sure?”

You smiled gently, your right hand grasping for Poe’s where it rested on the bed. “Of course I am. Your mother was an amazing woman, Poe. I want to honour that.”

Poe’s smile matched yours as he nodded, adjusting himself to press a featherlight kiss to the baby’s forehead and rest his hand over yours on her back. “Okay.” The baby cooed, adjusting herself under her parent’s combined touch, settling back into sleep as Poe spoke. “It’s nice to meet you, Shara.”

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jessequinnfirstofhername · 9 months ago

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The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the ship in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple ships tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every ship in last place will be eliminated, even if all the ships have tied equally.

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the ship that you consider the best isn't listed here, hit the 'you forgot the best ship' option and reply to this post with the overlooked ship. The ship with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'you forgot the best ship' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated. Welcome to the party, Ketbine and Mralisola!

…and that’s curtains for Padka. Honestly, I’m shocked it made it this far. A good run for a rarepair.

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Round Five!

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ivystoryweaver · 9 months ago

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The Only One

Episode 7

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Summary: The last time you saw Poe was right before he blew up Starkliller Base - a huge victory for the Resistance. Things go to hell after that and you are separated from Poe, needing to rely on your instincts...and the Force. A huge secret starts to be revealed.

a/n: This Episode glosses over the events in the film The Last Jedi. You don't have to be knowledgeable about the sequel films to continue the story - everything that relates to Elia is summarized here. She is a bit separate from Poe during film events, so this is not a re-telling.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 1.6k

Content: violence, action, little angst (no more than in the films), not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

He turned around one more time, granting you another sweet smile. “Wait for me, Ells. I’ll be right back.”

Somehow his humor and good nature gave you hope. Poe always gave you hope.

“May the Force be with you,” you whispered to no one really. Or, to all of them.

The next week was hell.

Which was, perhaps, what a demon like yourself deserved.

At first, the Resistance buzzed with the thrill of victory. Poe and his team destroyed Starkiller Base after Rebel legends Han Solo and Chewbacca worked together with the stormtrooper who defected and a young woman named Rey.

But before you could celebrate or have much of a reunion with Poe, the stormtrooper, who you learned was named Finn, was sent to medical in critical condition, while Rey supposedly flew away to find Luke Skywlaker.

Kylo Ren had murdered Han Solo.

You thought taking out Starkiller Base would give the Resistance a huge advantage in the uphill battle against the First Order, but the New Republic had suffered tremendous losses, crippling, if not obliterating support for the Resistance.

Your assignment kept you apart from Poe for days, so you hadn’t seen him since that fateful moment directly before the Starkiller Base battle.

...where he kissed you and asked you to wait for him.

So many had been lost since then - the chaos, nonstop. After the most recent attack took out most of Resistance command, someone named Holdo took over.

You were dying to see Poe, desperate to see for yourself that he was okay. Every time something else exploded, you felt sure you’d receive a report of his death. The stress piled up as you worked separately from Poe, thinking he might die, or you might die.

To make a desperate situation worse, the attack on the ship's bridge left Leia seriously wounded. And directly before Holdo took command, Poe was demoted, which infuriated you.

And, aside from the fact that you were (thankfully) able to focus, or hyper focus, as it were, on computer programming and other computer tech needs, the news of Commander Dameron's demotion was all you could think about...

...or talk about.

Thankfully, Perrha was with you for the past few days and was a wonderful grounding force for you.

Now, the Resistance was trying to safely land transports on the planet Crait.

Everyone watched in horror as one after the other, the First Order blew them out of the sky. You kept yourself busy working, tears streaming down your face at the thought of Poe being on one of those obliterated ships.

Poe felt the same way.

After maybe the worst week of his life (aside from when his mom died), Poe woke up from the little nap Leia's stun gun gave him. He listened patiently as Leia explained Holdo's plan, then watched in horror as transport after transport was obliterated.

"Where's Elia?" He asked Leia, as if she might somehow know. He had lost too many today, not only on the bridge, but when some of his closest friends died in the hangar explosion.

Leia shook her head, unsure.

Poe stared out into space. "Which one is she on?" He murmured, thankful that his new friend Finn was at least safe for the moment. Hopefully.

The planet's surface was so close. You and Perrha might make it through this. But who could be sure what awaited you on Crait, with the First Order bearing down hard?

As you entered the planet's atmosphere, the transport closest to yours exploded - near enough to your own that the blast and debris wreaked havoc. You were taking serious damage - hit hard enough to crash, just not to explode instantly like the neighboring transport.

Everyone around you was astoundingly calm, focused and professional, but a crash landing would not be avoidable.

Perrha's eyes met yours frantically as fire, debris and smoke filled the transport.

"We're not gonna make it," they gasped, coughing from all the smoke.

Panic gripped your heart. You didn't want to die. For once in your life, you really wanted to live and not just in terms of survival. You wanted to help the Resistance. You wanted them to win. You needed to learn about the Force, and ascertain from Leia if you were truly doomed to be a servant of the darkness.

Perrha was your friend and so was Poe. Your very best friend. Your heart broke as you thought of never seeing him again. It couldn't end this way.

So instead of giving in to despair, you opened yourself up to the flow of energy - no. The Force. A wall of fire swept through the transport.

"No." Your voice could barely be heard over the commotion. It wasn't a plea but a command.

Perrha cried out your name as you stretched out your hands and literally pushed the fire backward.

Your breathing steadied, your countenance - a mask of serenity. Your eyes fluttered closed as the Force surrounded you, flowed through you.

The fire would not touch you. Nor Perrha.

The remaining Resistance fighters watched from their transports, in awe, as a transport-on-fire gently touched down on the planet's surface.

You heard nothing. You only felt.

Calm.

Finally, you heard Perrha screaming your name. "This thing is gonna blow, come on!" They quite literally jerked you away - your boots thumping on the planet's surface as you ran for your life.

The ship exploded, knocking the survivors to the ground with a concussive force - dangerous, but not fatal.

Your ears rang, dusty salt filled your lungs, but Perrha hauled you up. You ran again, as fast as you had ever in your life.

The First Order had entered the planet's atmosphere and took up position at the mine entrance - the old Rebel base. Unfortunately, your transport's crash left you quite far away on foot. But thankfully, the First Order would assume your exploded crash site would leave no survivors - giving you time to run.

A battle raged overhead and in the distance. Blaster and cannon fire, and boot prints turned the ashy, salty surface blood red.

Your group finally made it to the mine, but there was no getting in the front entrance. The huge blaster door was sealed, but under heavy attack.

"Is there another way in?" You wondered aloud.

"Is there another way out?" Perrha countered, panicked. "Are they trapped in there?"

Your ragtag team rallied, determined to find a way to either get in to the safety of the mine, or help the remaining Resistance fighters escape, if they were trapped.

Suddenly you saw an old rust bucket ship zoom overhead and land at the edge of a shallow cliff.

Your team arrived just in time to see a young woman...making dozens of piles of rocks...float. This action served to clear a blocked path, allowing the Resistance fighters to escape the mine.

You saw the stormtrooper, Finn. The young woman must be Rey. You were so distracted by her dazzling display of the Force, that you almost didn't notice that just beside Finn...

was Poe.

Finn raced into Rey's arms for a hug, but it was Poe who noticed your ash-covered, singed, rag-tag crew, confused, for a moment, as to why you would have appeared with Rey.

"Elia," he breathed, pushing his way past anyone and everything in his path, including the huge boulders Rey had lifted moments before.

You were an adorable mess, most of your hair had tumbled out of your twin buns. Soot tarnished your cheeks and clothes. By some miracle your unlaced boots stayed in place while you ran for your life.

As Poe clambered toward you, your hands anxiously grabbed for your backpack straps…only to come up empty.

“M-my backpack,” you gasped, frantically touching your arms and chest.

Okay, people were dead.

Your transport crashed and exploded.

You only survived because you wielded the Force and ran for your life.

The First Order was bearing down.

Poe was alive!

But your brain?

“My backpack,” you repeated, desperately, craving the familiar soothing touchstone of its frayed straps.

“Here, sweetheart,” Poe gently offered, reaching for the fallen strap, to pull it back onto your shoulder. “Looks like the other one got burned.”

Which meant…

You grabbed for the other strap urgently, realizing the little pack might have been destroyed, leaving your wings out in the open.

Poe, so relieved to see you alive, wishing with all his heart that the could throw his arms around you, tried to understand…

“No, no no …” You shook your head, eyes wide with horror.

“Ells?” He asked, confused, holding up his hands in a supplicating manner, trying to show you he wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him to. “Baby, are you hurt?”

“I can’t…my backpack,” you gasped, short of breath. “I can’t…” Shaking your head rapidly, you backed away, running into Perrha…who got a look at your exposed back.

“Oh, Elia. A-are you - w-what happened…” they trailed off, glancing at Poe, confused at the sight of your tightly furled, dark wings. Perrha wasn’t sure if you were burned, or what was going on.

“What is it?” He demanded. “Is she hurt?” He reached for your arm to turn you around, but before his hand made contact, you clenched your fists and cried out.

“No!”

…sending tiny bits of rock flying outward from you body in every direction.

This got Rey’s attention.

As far as the young Jedi trainee knew, she and Leia were the only ones capable of this sort of thing.

Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair, exchanging worried glances with Perrha, but determined to make sure you were all right.

He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.

Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration.

Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.

And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.

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dameronalone · 2 years ago

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when the sun came up you were looking at me

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summary: you find poe on the falcon after crait and take a moment together

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a/n: posted this awhile ago on ao3 but realized I never posted it on tumblr lol so that's what I'm doing now

You find Poe in the galley, reorganizing Solo's dusty dishes with shaking hands and a blank look on his face. You approach slowly, scuffing your feet not to startle him, but he jumps anyway when you touch the back of his hand lightly, stilling them. Without a word, you take both his hands in yours, and he turns to face you automatically as you sweep your thumbs across his knuckles. When he sways on his feet, you're not sure if it was intentional or not.

Regardless, Poe goes along easy when you gently tug him backward and into the hallway.

Everyone else is spread out within the Falcon, the meager remnants of the Resistance exhausted and spread thin and finally resting after the nonstop week they'd all had. Even Leia was asleep in the copilot's chair, where Chewie kept an eye on her. Rey and Finn had fallen asleep, shoulders, heads leaned together as they sat on the floor next to Rose. Kaydel asleep with her head in D'Acy's lap. C'ai had somehow fallen asleep standing up.

Everyone is resting except Poe.

You come to a stop in the middle of the hallway, nobody else around. When you step forward into Poe's space, his arms open around you and he pulls you to his chest. Even though he's technically holding you, Poe still sags, head bowing until it could rest on your shoulder, his curly hair tickling your ear.

For awhile you say nothing, just sway slightly and smooth your palm up and down his back. Only when his shoulders begin to shake and the fabric of your shirt begins to grow damp do you say his name.

"Poe," you murmur.

He doesn't respond verbally, just squeezes his arms around your waist tighter. Press his face hard into your shoulder.

" Poe ," you say, insistent, reaching up to cup the back of his head.

When he draws back, his face is creased in grief and regret, and he clutches your shoulders as he shakes his head, dropping his gaze. It has been hard. It has been hard for everyone but especially for Poe , pushed to the sidelines and trapped there, unable to do anything to help . He could only watch - only react - couldn't be proactive like he tended to be.

Poe shakes his head again and says, "They're all gone. "

His voice is broken - hoarse and croaking. It breaks something in your chest.

"First half the fleet- with the Dreadnought. And then everyo-"

He cuts himself off, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed against the building sob in his throat. There's nothing to say - you'd lost friends too.

You'd been lucky. Your ship had been damaged during Starkiller - you'd been grounded when the fleet flew out to follow Poe to attack the Dreadnought. You'd heard some of the officers on the Raddus talk, heard them blame Poe for the major hits the fleet had taken during the attack run, but it hadn't been Poe giving orders. The other pilots followed him because they wanted a fight. They'd been on comms - they'd heard Leia tell Poe to fall back.

They hadn't.

But you know Poe had heard the gossip; knew he took it to heart because he already had a bleeding heart and took every blame on his own shoulders.

"Poe- baby, it's not your fault," you tell him, cupping his face. He doesn't believe you though; you see it in his face when he shakes his head, pressing his face into your palm. "Poe-"

"Everything- everything else," he says. "Holdo- Finn's plan, the mutiny - I never shoulda-"

Poe stops again, shaking his head. You know that's not the problem though. At least, you hope it's not. Poe had done the right thing. He had. You refuse to believe otherwise and you didn't care who thought he was wrong.

"What is it, Poe?" you ask softly, thumbing away the damp tear tracks on his cheeks. Poe's hands, normally so gentle, dig into your waist. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I used to think - I used to think Leia was already right - could never be wrong," he corrects himself. Carefully, he lifts his hands and holds your face. His eyes dart across your expression, searching for something. "What if she - I think she thinks I'm- like Holdo ."

You feel your face crease in a frown. Poe is nothing like Holdo, never will be.

"Why-?"

Poe shakes his head.

"I dunno. I think she - believes what I - what I put on. Commander Dameron ," he says, and he spits the last two words out like they are sour. "She said somethin' to me and I just-"

He shakes his head again, and then plows on before you can say anything, like he's been thinking about this but hadn't had the courage to say it.

"Y'know she - she thinks Kylo can- can come back. That he can be saved." Poe's face creases and tears build thick in his eyes. "After- after everything . She still wants him back."

This is news to you. News that makes anger rise sudden and sharp and hot in your chest and you clutch his face - fading bruises still visible, brand new scar aching on his cheek. You open your mouth but you don't say anything for awhile.

"She - what?"

Leia had seen Poe when he'd finally made it back to D'Qar - she'd held his tender head in his hands and kissed his forehead. You'd dragged Poe to medical, held his hand when he looked to you, eyes full of new fear at the sight of the medical droid, and the needles. You'd lived with the aftermath - Poe avoiding sleep to avoid the nightmares to avoid the memory of Kylo fucking Ren rooting through his mind.

The fact that Leia wants to save Kylo makes you angry; Poe's face is full of hurt and something like betrayal. After everything - after how much Poe considered Leia a mother figure, and Leia saw him as a son - in the face of it, she still chose Kylo.

You cradle Poe's face in shaking hands and wipe his tears away, then tug him back into your arms. He goes without resistance, holding you tightly to his chest like he is afraid you'll disappear. You'll never leave him. You'll fight anyone who tries to take you away.

Slowly, you sink to the floor, because Poe is honestly swaying on his feet from exhaustion, tug him down to sit next to you as you lean against the wall. He lets you, curls around you and tucks his face next to yours. When he sighs, it is one of exhaustion, and probably the first full, deep breath he's taken in days.

Briefly, you tilt your head, kissing him softly - a reassurance that you're here, that you have his back. Poe clutches at you, leans back in when you begin to pull away, and you let him, let him kiss you again and again until his tears begin to ease. He pulls away, pressing a final kiss to the corner of your mouth, then tucks his head in the curve of your neck.

"Thank you," he whispers.

You squeeze your arms around him.

"There's nothing to thank me for," you whisper back. "Of course. I love you."

Poe is already mostly asleep, but you hear the answering whisper - love you - and it warms your heart. You hate how he beats himself and takes the blame for everything. You wish he could see himself how you see him - wonderfully kind, patient with his friends, relentlessly snarky with people he dislikes, ruthless and clever and wise. A leader. A lover. Your best friend.

You know it's hard for him. But you aren't going anywhere, and you'll keep reminding him until he believes you.

#dameronalone reader fic #poe dameron x reader #my fic #poe dameron x you

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Jewels made of stardust

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 6: I wanna do right by you

A/N: Thanks to @runa-falls for the song Rec for this chapter.

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

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Rhoswen Sits with her head in her hands as she stares at the wall of the med bay. She gave up watching her mother’s vital signs and even Poe’s pacing got old eventually. It’s not like the wall was interesting, just constant. Unlike everything else in her life. She hates it. She looks over at Poe who had finally sat down for a minute. He looks like he might explode right there.

“Hey, deep breath alright? Finn and Rose have got this, they’ll come through.” She says as she tried to smile at him. He looks at her surprised.

“Are…you trying to be friendly with me?” He asks with a smirk.

“I’m just trying to keep your head on straight. Does neither of us any good if you fly off the handle, like you’re so prone to do.” They both chuckled at that. After a moment of quiet between them Poe scooted over to her and leans his chin on her shoulder, and for once she lets him have this contact

“Is the wall really that interesting?” He asks sarcastically

“No but I don’t know what else to do right now.” She replies

“You know, I only ever wanted to do right by you.” He said quietly.

“Yeah. I know. I just…nothing is the same as when we met. I’m sorry I can’t be the starry eyed hopeful I used to be.” She sighs and without really thinking she leans her head slightly on his.

“I don’t blame you, I’m not feeling very starry eyed right now.” He mumbles.

“I don’t think any of us do. This is one of the darkest days of the resistance.”

“At the rate we’re going it might be the last day of the resistance.”

“Now that’s dark.” She laughs slightly.

After a while they were sitting by Leia’s bedside, Rhoswen gently holding her mother’s frail hand. She was trying desperately to feel any spark of the hope her mother always seemed to project onto others, knowing that if Leia didn’t wake up, she was the last…she can’t think like that. She didn’t ever want to think that all the good in the Organa and Solo family lines rests in her hands. When Ben went to the dark side it ruined their family, neither she nor Leia could convince Han to stay, then when it became obvious the new republic wasn’t going to do what was needed, the resistance had to rise and that was Leia’s calling, and Rhoswen followed.

Poe looks over at her, her short red hair shines slightly in the ship light. She was the one woman he never wanted to be a one night stand, and yet here they were, so close together and yet a wall between them.

“So is there a reason You and Holdo don’t get along? I figured with her history with Leia you guys would be close.”

“She tried to convince Leia and Han to give me to another family, Said They barely had time for Ben, why take on more responsibility. They needed to focus on the New republic. I was only two, But I still remember vividly her telling my mom and dad I should be sent somewhere else, be some other senators kid. Dad looked like he was gonna kill her.” She laughs.

“You were always a daddy’s girl huh?” Poe asks with a smile, slightly playing with the collar of her jacket as he stood next to her. It was Hans jacket, he thought it was sweet she always wore his old jacket. Her father may be gone, but he lived on in her. The same sass, the same smirk. She was her father’s daughter.

“Yeah, He was my world. He taught me to fly, taught me to shoot, he was everything to me.” She said softly and she squeezed Leia’s hand a little tighter. I still can’t believe he’s gone.” She starts to feel the tears coming to her eyes. Poe kneels down next to her and takes her hand. He feels like this is the closest they’ve been in a really long time. Like this is his last chance.

“I know, but he would be so proud of you Rho. He loved you to the ends of the galaxy.” He gently pushes a few strands of hair out of her face, she looks at him. Her emerald eye meet his smoky dark brown ones. She feels like she’s been an idiot this whole time, fighting the man who wanted so badly to do right by her. To take care of her after the worse day of her life, who despite every fight always came back trying to make things right.

“I…I don’t deserve you Poe. I fought you at every moment, I…I’ve lied to you, I’ve don’t things just to start fights with you…”

“Shh…hey it’s okay. I don’t care about that. I care about you. None of that matters” Poe runs his fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her. She instinctually leans into his hand as he does this, his eyes never leaving hers, their faces so close they could feel each other’s breath.

“I have to ask Poe, I know that before our night together there was a lot of talk about you…making your way around base.” She tried to tread the topic carefully knowing how the last time she had mention this hadn’t gone well.

“It…It never really meant anything. Yeah I slept around and I dated a little but, It was just…selfish…I was trying to prove to myself I didn’t need you. And I was wrong.” Before Rhoswen could respond they were interrupted by a commlink message from Lieutenant Connix.

“Captain Dameron, Captain Jewelace…we have a problem."

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#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x oc #Solo oc #starwars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars fan fiction #Rhoswen Jewelace #Rhoswen #oscar isaac fic #Spotify

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w1ld-wr1t3r · 25 days ago

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Trick or treat? 🩷🫶🏼🫂

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . behind-the-scenes of a fic or series! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Hmm . . . let's go to my Star Wars AU for this one! All about how it was created, my reasoning for certain lore and narrative choices, and how some of my ideas are panning out:

When I say that the idea for this AU grabbed me out of nowhere and started running, I am not exaggerating. I was literally watching the sequel trilogy one weekend, and it happened to be a race weekend too, so F1 was on my mind already. I think I thought something like, "Man, imagine the skill needed to pilot an X-wing properly. And to do it without dying in battle, too!" And then all of a sudden, I was also thinking about how much skill it takes to drive an F1 car without crashing it (because I think we can all agree that most of us wouldn't last five seconds behind the wheel of a racecar. If their necks have to be THAT muscular just to withstand the g-forces, then clearly I don't stand a chance). One thing led to another and now here I am.

I knew from the beginning that I was making this AU in the Rebels vs. Empire era. The prequels are fine, but I wasn't about to make everyone Jedi or something when I knew Order 66 was on the horizon. Plus, the original trilogy era is just generally more exciting to me. And I ruled out the sequel trilogy era immediately. After that train wreck of a trilogy, I would rather stay away from it. (To be fair, I do enjoy watching the sequels. They're entertaining at the very least, and do have genuinely good moments in them. But if you focus on the story too much, you start to notice the plot holes, confusing story directions, and aggravating character choices. Why is The Force Awakens just Episode IV all over again? Why couldn't Holdo tell Poe her plan in The Last Jedi, exactly? Who the heck was Snoke?? How did Luke and Leia know that Rey was a Palpatine but she didn't?? HOW DID PALPATINE COME BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?)

(*deep breath* Phew, sorry about that! Got a little carried away. Anyway:)

The decision to make Lando Force-sensitive was an easy one. My favorite Star Wars show is Star Wars Rebels, and one of the main characters, Ezra Bridger, is a kid who doesn't realize he can use the Force until he happens to run into a rebel group that includes a former Jedi, which eventually leads to him getting hunted down by an Inquisitor, one of the Empire's official Jedi hunters. Lando's story is similar in a way: he joins the Rebellion, eventually realizes "wait a minute, do I have the Force?" and then has to deal with an Inquisitor on his tail when he accidentally reveals too much of his abilities. He's not super strong in the Force, because I didn't want to make him too over-powered, but he can sense things before they happen, move a bit faster than others, sense the emotions and intentions of people around him, and, his most special power, he can use the Force to heal others. Now this last power, I will admit, is actually inspired by the sequel trilogy. By certain scenes from The Rise of Skywalker, in fact. If you're familiar with the movie, then I think you can venture a guess at what might happen to Lando and/or someone he cares about at some point in the story. (no, I'm not elaborating further. You'll find out more when I get around to publishing it! ;) )

Writing this AU has been happening in short bursts. I have about half of the main story loosely outlined and a few of the major scenes written out, but I still have to figure out how to start the story. I also have ideas for side stories and sequels as well, but I haven't started writing most of those yet. I mostly just submit to the whim of my muse when I sit down to write, so if I sit down planning to work on one fic but my mind says I should work on something else, I listen to what my impulses are telling me. I find that I tend to write better (and write more) that way. In fact, I'm actually just coming out of a dry spell for this AU. I opened up the document again the other day and now I'm feeling motivated to write in it again. Hence why I picked it for this ask, it was on my mind already!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, this is mainly a Norrix AU. However, other ships and dynamics will appear too, sometimes just in the background, other times in their own installments in the series. I already know for sure that I want to include Brocedes (though the jury is still out on whether it'll be platonic or romantic in the end). I'm sure we're all familiar with how their drama went down in real life. And in Star Wars, what could be more dramatic than two friends torn apart because one joined the Rebellion and the other joined the Empire? Oh yeah, it's that kind of drama for Lewis and Nico! Will we see an Imperial defect to the Rebellion and fight alongside his childhood best friend again, or will we see them permanently torn apart by intergalactic war? Who knows!

Other relationships that may appear are Loscar and maybe Bearnelli. I have fic ideas involving both but we'll see if I actually get around to writing them.

One more thing about this AU is that I decided pretty early on that if I was gonna write about war, then I wasn't going to shy away from the bad parts. I'm not gonna just torture all of the characters for no reason, but if the plot demands it, let's just say that someone might end up in the med bay for a long while. I'm preemptively apologizing for what I have in mind for Oscar in the main story. And uh, maybe Ollie too, if I do end up writing that side story. They'll both be fine, don't worry!

Maybe.

#another answer that ended up a lot longer than i intended #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #star wars au

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the-force-awakens · 10 months ago

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Saw a gif set of Poe sticking up for Holdo, and now I'm thinking about how Poe is first to notice not one, yet TWO self sacrifices in tlj

Oh yeah, I think about that a lot. So much so, that I made a gifset about it once. It's something that I think goes over people's heads, by and large, just judging from how they talk about Poe in that movie -- but the sheer fact is, the movie opens with Poe doing the exact thing that Luke does. He goes out, one man against an army to give the Resistance more time to evacuate, by offering himself up as bait.

Poe recognizes a self-sacrifice, because...he's tried it. We see him do the same thing, it just largely gets overlooked because what happens is that it doesn't work. That's the horrifying fact for Poe: he's convinced that the most he can offer the Resistance is his own noble sacrifice, and if in the meantime, he can take down a fleet killer that could kill them all later? That's even better. But instead, Poe survives - Poe survives, again, let us not forget that he's also the only one, save the First Order and BB-8, that night in the village - and instead he has to reckon with the fact that people under his command have died again, while he hasn't.

"Dead heroes, no leaders" in my perspective, tlj is by and large Poe being forced to reckon with the fact that there's more to him and more to this fight than just dying for the cause. One thing I'm noticing throughout my chronological reread of stuff that's about/features Poe heavily, is that there is this desperate need for purpose that guides him, and that purpose seems to truly be to be a soldier, a hero that can pull of last minute miracles, and if he happens to die for the right reasons at least it'll be for the right reasons, and if he gets a little adventure in between, that's even better. That elusive search for that purpose pushes him off Yavin in Free Fall, and he's still struggling to find it when he's with the Defense Fleet in Age of Resistance.

So, Poe's spent majority of his life wanting to be a soldier like his parents. In some ways, he thinks that's what he's best at. When Leia implies that she can see more in him after L'ulo's funeral in the comics, Poe is confused - he can't see that potential in himself. And then even after he understands what she's trying to tell him, in the Enshado arc, he mentions to Snap that he prefers being a pilot, and not have to make the hard calls or moral decisions that command has to - for Poe, he's more than happy to be t he person to jump into the fire and do what's necessary, even if it costs him his own life. He doesn't fear death, he doesn't even fear it in Free Fall when he's just sixteen/seventeen years old, and it's clear that he still doesn't really by the time the movies roll around.

And TFA, he was originally supposed to be the martyred hero. And he still almost is - but that sacrifice is aborted, and suddenly Poe is the survivor of that mission to Jakku. And the First Order is so much larger than any of them could have ever imagined - so he offers himself as bait, to give the Resistance some time. He could have easily died, during that initial run. He strapped experimental tech that hadn't even been tested to his X-Wing, just to give him an edge, so the Resistance could finish evacuating. He was ready and willing to die for them.

And he knows, first hand, more than anyone else in the Resistance, just how big the First Order is. He puts himself between them and the ship he was just held captive and tortured aboard for days - and decides that if nothing else, the dreadnought has to go because it's a fleet killer.

(And sure, no one in that battle went into it for the "right" reasons. Every Resistance officer in that fight wanted a fight. They've lost people, just lost their home, lost their only support - and I've no doubt that's also going through Poe's head.)

But then...Poe isn't the one to make the sacrifice. It's everyone else, and it's on his command. And he knows it was the right call to make, because the Resistance can't be killed by a fleet killer later (good thing, too, since the first order ambushes them) but...he still lost people under his command, and he has to deal with the worst weight of leadership: being the one to survive.

And then he straight up gets grounded. Like, his X-Wing is destroyed. Poe cannot be the kind of hero that he believed he was anymore - that soldier/rebel pilot to run headfirst into things. Now, he's pushed into the role that Leia normally is: the one to stay behind, and trusting an important mission to someone else. Being the person that everyone tries to come back to.

And it results in Poe becoming what Leia knew he could be all along: someone people could trust and be inspired by to follow, to fight for. When the Resistance feels that it can't trust Holdo, they trust Poe. And under the threat of total obliteration, and the knowledge that they're officially the last line of defense between the galaxy and the First Order, and almost dying several times and losing so many people he was friends with and almost losing Leia - I really do think Poe realizes he doesn't want to die, he wants to live for the Resistance, for the galaxy, and not just die for them. He knows, now, that there's more to him than a noble sacrifice, and he sure as hell doesn't want the people who died while he got to live's deaths are in vein (we see that lampshaded explicitly in tros).

Poe recognizes a self sacrifice when he sees one, because it used to be the first thing he'd think to do. But by tros, we see that he cares less about a noble sacrifice, and more about surviving -- which is the biggest hurtle he's maybe overcome, considering how little he's always feared death.

This is already a touch incoherent and rambly because I'm tired, but I think - I think the slightly tragic thing about Poe is that he wanted to be a soldier like his parents. But he got so good at it, that he ended up flying straight into being a leader - and that terrified him, because that meant that Poe had outgrown the purpose he's been seeking his entire life, and it also means that he has to carry a lot more burdens, including the burdens of when his plans go wrong. He can't be the person to die with his squadron, he gets to be the one to survive and carry their sacrifice with him.

#ask box #userorb #this got so incoherent i'm so sorry but i. am tired #sui ideation cw #just in case #my meta

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superfanficnatural · 6 months ago

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The Son: Chapter 16

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

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

A/N: Something gets revealedddd hehehe. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 4,209

Italics are your thoughts

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Poe’s POV

“Just give it to me one more time, simpler,” I said to Finn and Rose, after they had just sat me down and tried to spit some plan at me.

“So, the First Order’s only tracking us from one destroyer, the lead one,” Finn explained.

I tried to see where he was going with it, “So we blow that one up?”

“I like where your head’s at, but no. They’d only start tracking us from another destroyer,” he came up to me.

“But if we can-” Rose started.

Finn got in my face, “If we sneak on board the lead destroyer and disable the tracker without them realizing, then we can-”

“They won’t realize it’s off for one system cycle. About six minutes,” Rose completed the sentence.

“Sneak on board,” Finn said as Rose projected the hologram of the lead destroyer. “Disable the tracker. Our fleet escapes before they realize.”

I stood and began walking, “Hm... how did you two meet?”

They both shared a look before Rose said, “Just luck.”

“Yeah?” I walked over towards Leia. “Good luck?”

I couldn’t really hear her response but Finn pressed me, “Poe, we gotta do this. It’ll save the fleet and it’ll save Y/N and Rey.”

I looked down at Leia as the mention of Y/N made my heart beat just slightly faster, reaching down to take her hand as I hoped my warmth could help wake her up. Y/N would be devastated to find out what happened to her, if he hadn’t felt it already.

“If I must be the sole voice of reason, Admiral Holdo will never agree to this plan,” C-3PO decided to give his opinion without being asked as usual.

“Yeah, but you’re right 3PO. It’s a “need-to-know” plan, and she doesn’t,” I was solidified in this as Finn seemed sure of it and if it meant increasing the chances of seeing Y/N again, and helping to make sure that he’s safe, I knew I was going to do whatever I could to help.

“T-that wasn’t exactly my-” 3PO started blubbering.

I crossed the room, “All right, you guys shut down that tracker. I’ll be here to jump us to lightspeed.” I started tinkering with the console to pull up the schematics of the destroyer, “The question is, how do we sneak the two of you onto Snoke’s destroyer.”

“We steal clearance codes,” Rose recommended.

“No, they’re bio-hexacrypt and rescrambled every hour,” Finn shot the idea down. “We can’t get through their security shields undetected. Nobody can.” I thought for a moment and immediately knew who we needed to ask and pointed at Finn, “Maz!”

Your POV

You and Rey had been given your own small houses in the village as well and you were in yours when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you announced, standing from your seat.

The door opened and revealed Luke, a look on his face you couldn’t quite understand as he closed the door behind him.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, curious as you tried to place his intentions.

“You know more about the force than Rey does, and those are your own sabers, isn’t that right?” he inquisitively interviewed.

“You are correct. The only kind of training I have received has been from your sister, Leia. I know more about the force than... most though,” you replied.

“The colors of your sabers, the blades are the same right? I’ve never heard of someone having both white and black colored sabers before, not even in the old Jedi texts.”

Your heart rate suddenly leaped and began to beat rapidly... he knew more than he was letting on, and was... goading you?

He looked deeply into your eyes with suspicion, “Where did you say you had come from again?”

You swallowed as your throat suddenly became dry, “Why do you ask?”

He looked at you for a moment, unwavering before responding, “The place you said before, Mortis. It’s interesting you would say that as only nine people in the entire galaxy have ever known about it.”

Your eyes widened as you knew the reaction he had when you mentioned it earlier was indeed recognition. How is it possible that he knows about Mortis?

“Four of those people being the ones that actually lived there, three of which are dead, one of which isn’t here and the other of which is me,” he continued. “And I know you’re not the one other than me so that means if you truly are from this place you couldn’t possibly know about, you’re one of the ones who lived there.”

The door opened once more and Rey took a step in before seeing the two of you and stepped back with a surprised look on her face, “Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Luke was quick to respond, “Nothing at all. Both of you, with me.” He moved past her outside, “Training starts now.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and Rey saw it and concern flooded her features, “Are you alright?”

You nodded a bit too quickly and pushed past her to follow Luke as you tried to get your heart rate under control. You hadn't lost your composure like that since... before everything. How does he know about... I can’t think about that. As you walked outside, the villagers that lived there were piled around a house where a few rocks had broken off and Luke was looking back behind you at Rey.

She replied, “I was cleaning my blaster, it went off. Sorry.” As the three of you continued and climbed the mountain, Rey asked, “Who were those things?”

You were curious as well so you listened as Luke responded, “Caretakers. Island natives. They’ve kept up the Jedi structures since they were built.”

“That’s quite the generational commitment,” you commented.

“I don’t think they like me,” Rey admitted as she turned back to look down at the village.

“Can’t imagine why,” Luke sarcastically responded.

You chuckled as your group continued up the stairs that lead towards the top of the mountain and inwards where there was most likely a large cavity carved out. As you reached the top of the stairs, your assumption was found to be correct as you entered hallways with more stairs within the mountain that led towards a room with an opening and cliff at the peak. There was a large runic circle protruding from the center of the room that had a small level of water on the surface with a small anvil-like stone chair at the edge of the peak.

“Master Skywalker,” Rey said to Luke as you left the room and stood on the peak overlooking the water. “We need you to bring the Jedi back because Kylo Ren is strong with the dark side of the force. Without the Jedi, we won’t stand a chance against him.”

You slightly disagreed but also knew with how small the Resistance had become after your battles, and how you weren’t able to use your full power, the odds of winning were indeed not very certain.

“What do you know about the force?” Luke asked, mostly towards Rey.

“It’s a power Jedi and Sith have that lets them control people and make things float,” she begrudgingly responded.

“Impressive. Every word in that sentence was wrong,” Luke plainly said.

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter you let out as you coughed and quickly adjusted yourself.

“Lesson one, both of you, sit here legs crossed,” he slapped the leaf he was carrying on the stone slab that was at the edge and you wondered if the two of you could fit.

After sharing a look, the both of you managed to fit with a few inches of space between the two of you so it wasn’t so bad.

“The force is not a power you have,” Luke began to explain, next to Rey. “It’s not about lifting rocks. It’s the energy between all things, a tension, a balance, that binds the universe together.”

“Ok, that sounds similar to what Y/N had told me,” Rey responded.

Luke eyed you for a moment and you thought back to your previous conversation temporarily before throwing it from your mind as Rey continued.

“But what is it?”

“Close your eyes, both of you.”

You and Rey closed your eyes together.

“Breathe,” Luke instructed.

You had already mastered meditation so this was extremely simple for you but you didn’t object as he helped Rey with the basics.

“Now, reach out.”

You could feel and hear a bit of movement and a smile threatened to creep onto your face as you suspected Rey took his words literally.

Rey gasped and you flinched slightly, “I feel something!”

Your eyebrow raised in suspicion and you actually peaked your eye open to take a look and saw her arm out with Luke tickling her fingers with the leaf he was holding.

“You feel it?” he pressed with sudden vigor.

“I do!”

“That’s the force.”

“Really?”

“Wow! It must be really strong with you.”

You started bursting out laughing right as he raised his hand.

“Oh I’ve never felt any-” Rey began before she was about to open her eyes to your laughter and got slapped by the leaf. “Ow!” She shook her hand and looked at him defeatedly, “You mean reach out like...”

He widened his eyes at her as confirmation and she nodded, “I’ll try again.”

Luke didn’t even look at you as you suspected he knew that you knew what you were doing.

He tossed the leaf behind him and grabbed Rey’s hand to place it on the rock, “Breathe.” She closed her eyes once more and you did the same, “Just breathe. Reach out with your feelings. What do you see?”

You reached out with your feelings and finally realized that the extension of your force was incredibly muddled from the rest of the galaxy from this planet. Realizing that, you tried to feel out for Leia and couldn’t feel her at all and confirmed your fears.

“I can’t see anything past this island,” you whispered.

“That’s the reason that I came here, to be cut off from the rest so no one could find me, but you should be able to reach from here,” Luke responded softly.

You were mildly concerned that you were incapable of doing such a thing as you were relatively on the same level than Luke at his prime. Though the lesson needed to continue so it was something you decided to keep on the back burner to figure out later.

“The island,” Rey began to explain what she was seeing through the force. “Life. Death and decay, that feeds new life. Warmth. Cold. Peace.”

As she was listing off the things that she felt, you allowed her feelings to overtake you as well as you joined the journey she was taking through the island for yourself.

“Violence,” her demeanor was slightly thrown.

“And between it all?” Luke attempted to clarify her vision.

“Balance. An energy. A force.”

You smiled as you felt the very same, glad she was able to come to that conclusion on her first try at pure connection. The area had amplified force energy as you knew so Rey probably had a much easier time as a result.

“And inside you?”

“Inside me... that same force.”

“And this is the lesson. That force does not belong to the Jedi. To say that if the Jedi die, the light dies, is vanity. Can you feel that?”

Luke’s desperation concerned you as you felt Rey’s connection begin to grow darker. The ease of how it occurred reminded you frighteningly of yourself and you questioned Rey’s capabilities. However, your concern for her was greater as her vision began to lead her towards the darker corner of the island you had felt previously.

“There’s something else... beneath the island. A place. A dark place.”

You could feel the curiosity and the pull within her and your concern began to reach levels of... well concern, “Rey, be careful.”

“Balance,” Luke affirmed. “Powerful light, powerful darkness.”

You winced internally as you hated that ideology. While it had truth, you wanted to change that truth. If happiness and salvation came at the cost of death and suffering at the fates of others, was that true salvation? It wasn’t... not to you. You would carry that darkness within you but you would ensure that the light wins and governs over the dark as long as you had lived: as long as you win the war and control the nexus event, regardless of how the world might make you try to believe otherwise.

The ground suddenly cracked and your eyes snapped open as you got up out of your seat, “Rey, you are not prepared to enter such a place.”

“It’s calling me,” the rocks began to fall around you.

“Resist it, Rey,” Luke stressed behind her. “Rey?” He got in front of her and shouted in her face, “Rey!”

Her eyes stayed shut for a few more moments before she suddenly burst forward and fell to the ground further ahead of the peak near the edge.

“You went straight to the dark,” Luke said, the fear in his voice evident.

You had run forward and grabbed Rey to make sure that she was alright as she took deep gasps, falling onto the rock you were previously sitting on with her arms with your help.

“That place was trying to show me something,” she gasped.

“It offered something you needed. And you didn’t even try to stop yourself,” he responded.

“Go easy on her, she has many questions and little answers, not to mention she has never trained like this before. Of course the allure of the dark would be hard for her to resist,” you defended her.

He shook his head and turned to leave before Rey spoke, “But I didn’t see you. Nothing from you. You’ve closed yourself off from the force.”

Luke had paused in his place and slowly turned back.

“Of course you have,” Rey continued.

“I’ve seen this raw strength only once before, in Ben Solo. It didn’t scare me enough then. It does now,” Luke finished with a terrified look on his face before walking away.

You weren’t exactly surprised to come to the conclusion of how Rey and Ben were so connected. Let alone they both existed at the same point in time as new force sensitives on both sides, they were also both now affiliated with training under Luke Skywalker. Perhaps it was fate for the two of you to find Luke and for Rey to train under him as it further accentuated the duality between Rey and Ben.

“Did you know? About Luke?” Rey asked you.

You nodded, “I suspected as much ever since I joined the Resistance. It was confirmed after we arrived.”

She looked back down at the rock and shook her head slightly, “That place...”

“The dark will always be alluring, Rey. It will always seemingly have the answers you seek but they always exact a price. It is much too early for you to face such a darkness with control over yourself,” you explained, trying to protect her from herself. “If anyone would know, it’s me.”

She considered your words carefully as the two of you stayed there for a while longer, Rey trying to gather herself before the two of you left.

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“Still can’t reach the Resistance?” Rey had walked into the cockpit where you and Chewie were.

“No,” you commented, annoyed as Chewie growled the same.

“We have to keep trying, if we can get through, ask about Finn,” she commented with desperation.

You turned back, “We know, Rey. We’ll do what we can.”

She had an apologetic look on her face as she nodded and you smiled in return. She walked away and you asked Chewie to keep trying as you took off your headset and followed her. You could hear Chewie grow frustrated with all of the small bird-like creatures that had made themselves at home on the ship and couldn’t help but smile. Just as you had reached the ramp of the ship, you felt... a presence. It stopped you in your tracks and you looked down to just barely catch Rey standing a few feet away just under the belly of the ship. It was like a chill than ran up the right side of your body as you noticed it, like the space in front of you was warping but... not in a way that your eyes could comprehend.

“Why... connecting us,” you could just barely make out Kylo’s voice as you tried to hone in on whatever was going on in front of you.

“Murderous snake,” Rey spat with venom as she stared into what seemed like empty space but was most likely Kylo. “You’re too late. You lost. I found Skywalker.”

You slowly descended from the ramp as the conversation continued, and you could now make out Kylo yourself even.

“Did he tell you what happened?” he responded, this time clearly in your ears.

You paused midway down the ramp, allowing them to continue the conversation at least for now.

“The night I destroyed his temple, did he tell you why?” he asked as he approached her.

Your hand came to rest on your saber which you found to be slightly fruitless as he wasn’t truly there but kept your hand there regardless.

“I know everything I need to know about you,” Rey retorted.

“You do?” he gazed at her. “Ah, you do. You have that look in your eyes. From the forest. When you called me a monster.”

It hit you that their relationship was a bit stronger than you had realized.

“You are a monster,” Rey confirmed.

“Yes I am,” he approached her even closer. You began walking closer and you actually caught the attention of Kylo, who took a step back and looked directly at you, “You.”

Rey turned to look back at you, “You see him?”

You nodded without breaking eye contact with him as you approached and Kylo continued, “The supreme leader spoke of you.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Hope it was all good things.”

He shot air out of his nose, “I can feel the darkness within you... strange.”

Rey glanced at you slightly as she took in his information but you were quick to respond, “Yet I still choose the light, makes you wonder how good of a job you’re doing.”

He ignored your words, “You were there, when it happened.”

You set your jaw as you knew exactly what he was referring to, “Don’t.”

You could tell he was amused as he continued, “You let him die.”

You took a menacing step forward, “Say another word I swear I’ll kill you myself.”

You could see the spark of fear in his eyes and wondered just how much he and Snoke knew about you but he concealed it well, “He died, for nothing, and you stood there doing not-”

“Enough!” you finally snapped, waving your hand in a severing motion.

Rey flinched and so did Kylo, hard, as the menacing aura that you released pulsed so heavily that it completely cut whatever connection was going on between them. You heaved a heavy breath as you tried to regain control of your body, shutting your mouth and taking another deep breath through your nose.

You closed your eyes but opened them after a moment after remembering Rey was there and you looked over at her to notice her suspension, “I’m sorry about that, I shouldn’t have lost control.”

Your aura was back to the pureness it normally radiated and the apologetic look on your face relaxed her shoulders some, but not completely, “It’s ok.”

“By the way,” you cleared your throat. “Have you been having connections like these with Kylo before?”

She nodded hesitantly as she confirmed. The connection indeed was stronger than you had thought. For them to be able to have a conversation in two separate spaces while somehow existing in the same one... to think such a high application of the force could be instituted. There was no way that either Rey or Kylo were the ones to create it as it was a feat very few could accomplish. It made sense that as a result of their stories, the force established the connection for them but it couldn’t have been that easy. The force doesn’t meddle with the galaxy, at least not in ways as obvious as that.

“That is slightly concerning, let me know if they continue, ok?” you said softly.

“Ok... do you think there’s a reason why he mentioned what happened the night he destroyed the temple?” Rey hesitantly asked you, considering things in her mind.

You sighed as you didn’t exactly want to answer that question, “I’m... not sure. It’s possible there is more to the story than Luke told us, but... I doubt there would be anything to make us understand Kylo more.”

She nodded her head before turning and walking back into the ship.

The next day, you woke Rey to advise her to practice with her staff on the mountain as you meditated. You allowed her to take her saber if she felt comfortable enough to use it. You had training with Luke once again for your second lesson in a few hours so you decided to pass it by connecting with the force. After a few hours, you left one of the rooms on the ship to head towards the village. As you did, you saw Rey on one of the peaks and met up with her before seeing Luke walking up the stairs that led to the place you trained at last. You made eye contact and knew that he was calling the two of you over.

“Lesson two,” Luke said as you arrived at the room where he was. “Now that they’re extinct, the Jedi are romanticized, deified. But if you strip away the myth and look at their deeds, the legacy of the Jedi is failure.” He had sat down near the circle with the water surface in the middle of the room. “Hypocrisy, hubris.”

“That’s not true,” Rey surged forward, which surprised you.

“At the height of their powers, they allowed Darth Sidious to rise, create the empire, and wipe them out. It was a Jedi master who was responsible for the training and creation of Darth Vader.”

You actually couldn’t argue with him there as you were shocked to find out the Jedi Order had fallen when you had come out of your slumber.

“And a Jedi who saved him,” Rey pressed on.

You looked at her with shock and admiration on your features, she wasn’t wrong either.

“Yes, the most hated man in the galaxy. But you saw there was conflict inside him,” she sat down next to him. “You believed that he wasn’t gone. That he could be turned.”

“And I became a legend,” Luke finished. “For many years, there was balance, and then I saw... Ben. My nephew, with that mighty Skywalker blood. And in my hubris, I thought I could train him, I could pass on my strengths. Han was... Han about it but... Leia. Trusted me with her son. I took him, and a dozen students, and began a training temple.”

You knew about this from Leia’s memories but you wanted to see if there was anything she hadn’t known about.

He stood from his spot and began to pace, “By the time I realized, I was no match for the darkness rising in him, it was too late.”

“What happened?” Rey asked.

You had sat down comfortably on the floor as you listened.

His back was turned to the two of you as he stood there, most likely recalling the events of the night, “I went to confront him. And he turned on me. He must have thought I was dead. When I came to, the temple was burning. He had vanished with a handful of my students... and slaughtered the rest. Leia blamed Snoke, but it was me. I failed. Because I was Luke Skywalker. Jedi master. A legend.”

You could practically smell the carnage as he took you back through the events that occurred and felt the disgust he carried when he announced his name.

“The galaxy may need a legend,” Rey started. “I need someone to show me my place in all of this.”

You quirked an eyebrow as you didn’t know she had felt as lost as she did.

“And you didn’t fail Kylo. Kylo failed you. We won’t, I won’t,” she said with determination.

There was silence in the room before Luke ultimately left, walking past the two of you and outside. You shared a look with Rey as you gave her a supportive smile before she turned to leave as well. You weighed following her and talking to her about what she said but didn’t want to force her to talk when she didn’t want to. Instead, you allowed her to go off and do her own thing as you left and intended to go back to the village and meditate.

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virtie333 · 9 months ago

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21 and 30, babe!

do you love easily?

Unfortunately, yes. With people and animals. Sadly, I've never been in 'true' love with anyone (meaning they love me back just as much); it's always unrequited. With animals, I've had my heart broken too many times, because they never live as long as we do, and that's the only way they can break my heart.

pick one of your favorite quotes.

"How do you define normal?" had been my tag line for over 20 years. It's a Mulder quote from The X-Files. Currently, I have Leia's quote (that Holdo and Poe recite in The Last Jedi) as my favorite: "Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you'll never make it through the night."

Thanks for the asks!

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swsapphics-ao3feed · 9 months ago

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naturesbeat · 1 year ago

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OVERVIEW

name: amilyn holdo nicknames: lyn, holdo species: human gender: cis female, she/her sexuality: pansexual age: verse dependent, born 19 bby occupation: verse dependent, ranges from junior legislator in the imperial senate, member of the rebellion, member of the new republic senate, minister, vice admiral of the resistance

APPEARANCE

at 5’11’’, amilyn stands on the taller side of average, a height made more pronounced by her willowy frame. unlike her youth, where she was known to wear clothes of a pointedly garish nature, she’s come to favor a more subtle elegance in her dress; though she’s retained a fondness for coloring her hair. purple, pink, green, blue --- the colors are liable to change as soon as the whim strikes her.

a soft lavender, her eyes are bright with attentiveness, curiosity, fondness, and ( when necessary ) assertiveness. a number of jewelry decorate her person, most of them with significance to her home planet of gatalenta.

PERSONALITY

amilyn, at times, can have a rather peculiar demeanor. she carries herself with an unshakable confidence, but has difficulty connecting and communicating with the people around her. speaking in metaphors is a common practice on her homeworld ( one that she often partakes in without thought ), leaving others to grope at the true meaning behind her words. that by no means diminishes her intelligence and strategic mind, responsible for a number of victories in the resistance. she carries only the best intentions, and has an unshakable loyalty toward the new republic and the wellbeing of the galaxy.

despite rebelling somewhat toward the austere exterior of her homeworld, amilyn remains true to the tenants of gatalenta: she believes that happiness is a moral imperative, that nourishing the spirit is the key to strength. she is determined to see that every being be given the chance to pursue it.

in her youth she was much more eccentric, to the point of being perceived as outlandish by her peers. she craved dangerous situations in order to familiarize herself with the nearness and inevitability of death. time and experience have softened some of those quirks, but a part of her will always enjoy the rush of those situations. she also retains many of the same hobbies, including the study of star charts and astrology.

HISTORY

amilyn first meets leia organa at a pathfinding class for the apprentice legislators. the two of them do not immediately get along, but eventually find common ground through the course of their work, and amilyn finds herself swept into events relating to the rebellion. for much of her life, she had always considered intentions as important - if not more so - than actions, but that point of view is challenged and later reconsidered thanks to her new friend. she, too, realizes she must take action.

following the dissolution of the imperial senate, she seeks the approval of the council of mothers to aid the rebellion for the sake of gatalenta. though she would go with or without their blessing, she receives it, and finds the rebellion shortly after their relocation from yavin 4 and the beginning of the galactic civil war.

her duties in the rebellion largely consisted of helping wherever she could, generally within the command center. outside her friendship with leia, her experience in the imperial senate gave her an acquaintance with mon mothma. while she is capable of piloting your average spacecraft, her skills are not suitable to the level of an x-wing pilot. even so, she was interested in bringing relief to planets affected by the empire, and participated in a number of missions to bring much needed supplies and aid to worlds ravaged by the war, as well as smuggling whatever supplies the alliance required. she was promoted to captain at some point due to her quick thinking aboard the candor, displaying leadership that saved the lives of her crew and disabled an imperial star destroyer.

In time, the empire is defeated, their remnants in retreat, and the daunting work of putting the galaxy back together begins. for a time, amilyn joins leia on chandrila, representing gatalenta as their first senator, but soon recalls why politics were not for her. at the completion of her first term, she decides to leave, and instead focus her time on humanitarian efforts, acting as a liaison to the senate for the planets still smoldering in the ashes of a generational, galaxy-wide conflict.

barely a generation passes before the first order rises from the ashes of the empire, and amilyn receives a familiar call from an old friend. upon leia’s request, she joins the resistance, and it takes little urging; she’s heard the whispers, and sensed the growing unease at the edge of the galaxy.

she was active in the years preceding the resistance’s legitimacy, participating on missions such as the one to steal a new republic admiral’s protocol droid, in an attempt to prove their inaction toward the first order. it was here she first encountered poe dameron, though neither knew it at the time. eventually she was given command of the ninka, a bunkerbuster cruiser, which helped supply cobalt and crimson squadron.

during this time, she also does some recruitment for the resistance, reaching out on her home planet of gatalenta. there she has minor luck finding sympathetic individuals, but elsewhere few others consider the first order a legitimate threat.

during the events of the force awakens, the ninka was deployed to the alterra system. returning to d’qar, they rejoin the resistance in time for the first order’s attack on their fleet. after leia is injured, amilyn assumes command, taking them to the planet of crait for their final stand. after what’s left of the resistance has fled on transports, amilyn gives her life to pilot the raddus through the first order’s fleet, critically damaging their numbers and flagship, the supremacy.

WISHLIST

LEIA: arguably her most important connection in canon is her friendship with leia. i would love to do more of their early time in the beginning of the rebellion, finding their confidence as leaders, and navigating the world of politics during and after their time in the senate. I also love them as a ship and would be open to exploring potential a romantic connection in their youth and in older age!

REBELLION CONNECTIONS: amilyn joined the rebellion shortly after they settled on hoth. a good friend of leia, she would have been familiar with all the most prominent members of their ranks.

JUST LET HER BE YOUR FUNKY NEW AGE AUNT

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