#poe dameron

[sonotpractical]

Look at the sass, all that pizazz, I love this, so gosh darn much. Look at Daisy's adorable smile and John's laugh!

Remember: Oscar Isaac always takes his job very seriously :D

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Five more minutes

I finally came up with something myself :>

Poe Dameron x afab!reader

Summary: You and Poe always happen to arrive a bit late at work.

Content: Mainly fluff, tension, implied smut if you squint, not beta read.

"C'mon baby, five more minutes." Poe mumbled against your shoulder, keeping his arm securely wrapped around you.

You snorted. "Poe you said this five minutes ago."

He stopped his kissing, a slow grin spread on his face. "And?" He resumed his kissing, trailing his mouth upwards until his lips were below your ear. "Five more."

Poe's hand trailed to your hip, squeezing gently. He peppered your neck with kisses and gentle bites, he had no intentions to stop if he could. "Besides, I'm allowed to be atleast ten minutes late."

You giggled. "Yeah you, but not me." You tried getting up, but Poe held you in place.

"Nooo, don't go!" Poe nearly whined, nuzzling your neck before looking at you with a small pouty expression. "One more minute, babe."

You couldn't help but smile and surrender into his touch. "Fine, one more." you chided playfully.

Poe beamed, tugging you more firmly against him. "You know," he whispered into your ear, the hand on your hip descending just a little bit, "I really don't have the right mind for duties right now." He squeezed your thigh, there was no doubt what he wants to do. You couldn't resist his charms, subtly pressing your hips against his from the feelings in your belly growing stronger.

But before you could speak, Poe pressed a lingering kiss behind your ear, and just as you were about to buck your hips into him as the warmth spread in your belly, Poe reluctantly let you go, rolling off and sitting on the edge.

"Poe!" You whined.

He looked back at you with a teasing grin. "What? You want more? Well, duty's calling."

"You're unfair!" You pout exaggeratedly.

"Now you know how I feel every time and have to ask for more minutes, sweetheart."

Poe leaned in, giving your cheek a quick peck. "But don't worry, I'm sure we can sneak away for some alone time in between."

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[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[rhaenyratargeryen]

We go together.

DAISY RIDLEY as REY, JOHN BOYEGA as FINN, OSCAR ISAAC as POE DAMERON in STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (2019)

[ivystoryweaver]

I would have LOVED to see Poe in love on screen. I just feel his heart would burst with love

I know he has shippers all over the place for various ships but let the man hug and kiss people pelaseelelaejlaeje

Day 24: Danger (Poe Dameron)

Angstember Prompt Post || Word Count: 750

Notes: This is the prompt for day 24 but it's day 26. Still wanted to finish it tho. Fear, mentions of death and dying, hurt/comfort-ish. Poe is afraid he's lost you.

Terror stabbed his thundering heart as dread mounted with every step. The First Order attacked and Commander Poe Dameron raced into action, frantically calling for you over comms.

Fingers trembled as he pulled and yanked his flight suit into place, running full speed as he ordered his droid not to wait for him.

He rounded the corner to the hangar when blistering heat surrounded him as a powerful, concussive force knocked him back.

Although disoriented and partially deafened, Poe struggled to clamber to his feet, but fresh terror reared up within him, choking him as Finn rushed to his side.

Despite his best friend's inquiries, every thought, every emotion - the fear, the war, the whole galaxy narrowed like a laser down to one, most important thing.

You.

"She's in there," Poe croaked, eyes wild and frightened as the realization took hold, weakening every limb.

His bones seemed to liquify as the blast doors closed, sealing you and all your commrades in an inevitable fiery death.

"No," he choked out, crawling forward with his arms, even as Finn tried to pull him back.

Blood frozen in his veins, Poe stretched out his hand, trying to explain. "She's in there. She's trapped in there!"

"It's too late!" Finn jerked him up by his flight vest. "I'm sorry. Come on, it's not safe here."

The fear and the heat and the force of the blast throbbed inside him, suffocating him. He was stricken and lifeless, unable to force his insolent body to respond appropriately to the danger surrounding him.

"Please...she's in there..." He rasped out before everything went black.

Poe floated in an endless dark sky full of stars. Debris drifted all around him and war raged in the distance.

He thought fleetingly, that he must be dead. Either that, or he was blasted out of his X-wing and was now dying in the sky - the death of a warrior. Probably the death he deserved, even craved. A life given in the service of freedom. Like all the rebels and Resistance fighters before him.

Like you.

His gut clenched with anguish at the thought of this war extinguishing your light from the universe. Then a sliver of hope danced through his heart at the thought of somehow seeing you again.

As if he wished himself into your presence, his ears, no longer ringing with the deafening blast's effects, picked up on the sound of your sweet voice.

Calling his name.

'Where are you?' Words he felt deep and limitless in his very soul, as if the most raw, real part of him stretched out to find you, even here.

"Poe."

He felt you then, soft hand on his cheek, leaning so close he could feel your breath ghost his lips.

"I saw your eyes open. I know you can hear me."

Wherever you were, that's where he needed to be. The night sky illuminated itself and dissolved somehow, into a blinding overhead light.

"There you are. Poe? Come back to me, baby, please."

Nothing had ever sounded so compelling, so enchanting. Struggling to open his eyes fully, he clawed his way out of darkened space and into the brightness of your countenance.

"Hey," you tearfully whispered, raking your fingers through his curls as one tear dropped onto his cheek.

"Found you," he murmured, throat parched with thirst.

"Yeah, that's right, you found me," you tenderly encouraged. "Thought I lost you for a bit."

His eyes fluttered closed again, but peacefully, rather than distressed. "At least we're together."

"Of course we're together." You frowned, confused. "Hey, stay with me. Don't go. Don't you dare leave me!"

Forcing his eyes open, he lazily smiled. "You look good."

Gasping out a laugh, you struggled to understand. "I look what? You're crazy."

His eyes darted around him as he eased into full consciousness. "Where are we?"

"Med bay. You almost got incinerated. The blast in the hangar knocked you into a wall. You've got a nasty concussion." Sniffling, you granted him a weak smile. "But you'll live."

Realization seeped into the contours of his handsome face, making his lip tremble and his eyes leak with fresh tears. "You're here? I thought you were - "

"I know, Finn told me," you softly reassured him. "I wasn't in my ship. Not yet."

"You're here," he gasped, relief surging though his frayed nerves and battered body. "You're here."

Gingerly climbing into bed beside him, you pressed your cheek over his beating heart. "That's right. We're here. We're okay."

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[barissoffee]

I can’t do this alone. I need you in command with me.

FINN AND POE DAMERON IN STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER Five Year Anniversary - December 19, 2019.

[moonpascal]

self insert x canon will always hold a special place in my heart

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

KSARGJ[PASODKO OH MY GOOSHHH! I LOVE THIS CHAPTER AND A SERIES??????? AHHHHHH!!!!! YOU SPOIL USS!!!!!!!!

I WAS SO EXCITED TO START READING LIKE, AVATAR STAR WARS CROSS OVER! AMAZING!

AND THEN 'Poe somehow ending up on Pandora and finding a hot 9’ tall blue partner' KERJGDJIOGAIOGIFGDIPDF[IHDFI THE DREAM!

Of Starships and Songcords [1]

Poe Dameron x Na’vi Reader

summary: Poe Dameron is doing reconnaissance for the Resistance, and ends up on a moon far, far away from home. (1.7k)

content: all ages, Poe is in unfamiliar territory, gender neutral reader, not beta read, Poe POV for this first chapter

a/n: starting a series!!! how about that!! I’ve been hyperfixating on Avatar for years now, and my little monkey brain couldn’t let go of the idea of Poe somehow ending up on Pandora and finding a hot 9’ tall blue partner. Thankful for the Kelutral community for helping me with the Na’vi dialogue! Also my fic, I make the rules, don’t talk 2 me about how these universes are so far apart ok !!!!!!

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Poe Dameron was in a very, very bad situation.

He had no idea how he’d ended up here, in the farthest reaches of the galaxy, in a system much more unfamiliar than anything he’d ever experienced.

He’d been sent out to do recon, to see if there were any Resistance members far beyond the looming shadow of the First Order.

There was a point during his flight when he lost contact with home base, his comms fizzling out from being so far out of range; it was terrifying, admittedly, and now was a time he would’ve loved to have been hearing BB-8’s frantic, nervous beeps.

There was nothing but silence, but he persisted onward, long enough until he’d found a planet—much larger than anything he’d been on recently—with several moons.

This was purely unfamiliar territory here for Poe, but the readings from his ship were telling him that one of the planet’s moons was habitable, and he prepared for a quick landing, hopefully finding what he was looking for so he could return home.

The descent was a lot different than he had expected. The atmosphere was dense, but finally gave way to sprawling forests and clear skies.

He didn’t really notice it until he’d begun looking for a place to land, but the trees on this planet were massive, much bigger than anything he’d ever seen before anywhere.

He was certainly, definitely far away from home.

Poe managed to find a clearing, enough for him to land Black One safely and assess his surroundings.

It looked like there had been people living here at one point, the remnants of their presence left behind like echoes. Concrete buildings, vehicles left abandoned and overgrown.

Whoever used to live here hasn’t for a long time.

He knows that there isn’t much else for him to do besides leave the cockpit and seek out anyone that can help him get in touch with home.

This is a completely different system, so he brings his rebreather mask, knowing full well that the atmosphere might be completely toxic to him.

After a few more beats of preparation, Poe opens the hatch of his X-Wing, swings his legs over the side of the ship, and drops down to the ground without any more hesitation.

The flora of this moon was like nothing he’d ever heard of—massive trees, stretching to the heavens, the strangest shaped plants in the most bizarre of colors. It fascinated him.

Poe begins walking, picking a direction and deciding to go in it. He can hear the soft chitter of unfamiliar animals through the thick brush of the forest, and he keeps a wary hand on the holster that holds his blaster to his belt.

In his life, he’s encountered lots of different creatures—some of which he still owes credits to—but the fauna of this moon is a lot for even him.

He’d never think he’d ever be wishing to see a bantha, but he would do anything right now to see one.

Poe treads carefully through the forest, and it feels like he walks for forever before he comes across one of the seemingly abandoned buildings. It’s eerie, the sight of something that clearly was once teeming with life, now having fallen silent and into disrepair.

He’d hoped that this had become a new resistance base, but that doesn’t look to be so.

No ships here are like anything he’s familiar with; no speeders, no X-Wings or quad jumpers. It all looks incredibly…sad. Dull and grey. Military. This was something very far out of his realm of expertise.

Grass has begun growing through the cracks in the concrete, reclaiming the land as it’s been left abandoned for what must be years at this point.

He keeps walking, finding very little of any use to him.

He does, though, manage to find what was helpfully labeled ‘Exopacks’, opening the steel cabinet to find a much better rebreather pack than anything he’d had with him.

He takes the pack, getting one last good breath in before he takes off his rebreather, exchanging it for the Perspex mask that fits nicely around his face. What he assumes is the filter pack is clipped to his belt, and after a few brief moments, he gets the mask sealed on properly, continuing on his way as he explores this unfamiliar space.

As he gets away from the hard stone of the building and returns to the soft grass and lush flora of the forest, he gets the strangest feeling; a tingle on the back of his neck, the slightest bit of unease that makes him feel as though he’s being watched.

But that can’t be, can it? Who would be watching him?

Poe isn’t even sure where he’s going at this point, besides walking in the hopes of finding someone familiar; a resistance member, something.

He continues through the forest, the trees stretching high into the sky, with leaves bigger than himself. He catches a glimpse of a creature through the brush, something that can only be closely compared to a fathier, but much different; skin like a lizard, all different shades of teal and blue and yellow, with six legs.

It notices Poe briefly, its frill going up in defense, before it takes off running in the opposite direction.

Poe relaxes once the creature’s run away, the knowledge that he’s in unfamiliar territory being solidified even further with every passing minute.

That feeling remains, though, the feeling of being watched. He keeps glancing upwards, trying to parse anything out of the thick foliage, hoping to see someone or something there, watching him.

But nothing. Not at first, at least.

Light is beginning to dim, the brightness of the daylight giving way to something beautiful. Every plant glows, a bright and incredible bioluminescence that seems to react to every step he takes.

The entire forest is blooming with life, with a fascinating brightness and beauty that—of all the planets and moons he’s been to—he’s never seen before.

Another creature chittering, the sound akin to laughter, putting him on edge.

He fumbles for his flashlight, needing some better visibility, even in such a beautifully lit space. When the light goes on, is when he sees exactly what’s been laughing at him.

A creature, one that he at first mistakes for a vornskr—but with six legs instead of four, and with much nastier teeth and claws—circles him. His light catches the eyes of a few more, lurking in the shadows and making him feel more vulnerable and exposed.

He fumbles for his blaster, the weapon still set to stun as he aims it at one of the creatures, and fires.

The bolt hits it somewhere in the shoulder, and it whimpers, falling to the ground briefly before getting up dashing away.

Another one emerges from the shadows, baring its teeth to him as it circles. Poe fires again, this time the bolt hitting more in the chest. It drops to the ground, whimpering and wheezing as its legs kick aimlessly.

A third comes out, teeth bared in the low light as it prepares to lunge at him. Just as it jumps, though, an arrow is fired from somewhere unseen, the point landing square in the creature’s throat, dropping it right where it had hit.

The fletching of the arrow glows like the plants do, feathers brilliant and bright, and it doesn’t take him very long to find the source of such a thing.

A humanoid drops from one of the trees, and Poe is immediately intimidated.

Taller than him, at least twice his height. Skin blue like the clearest oceans. Pointed ears, a tail. Big, beautiful eyes.

They look down at him, gaze narrow and bow drawn.

“Kempe si nga?”

Poe puts his hands up defensively—quickly holstering his blaster—and looks up at the humanoid with frightened, wide eyes.

“What?” Is the first thing he asks, the language unfamiliar to him and seemingly only making things worse.

They repeat themselves, this time a bit more firmly.

After another beat of him not responding, certainly looking confused and bewildered in this situation, they loosen the draw of their bow slightly, their gaze still hard and narrow as they look down on him.

“What are you doing?”

It takes Poe a few seconds too many to realize that he can understand them, and he manages a response.

“What—you— you can speak Basic?”

They ignore the question, waiting for him to give a better answer than that.

“I- I needed a place to land, my ship’s—“ he gestures vaguely in one direction, hoping it’s where he’s landed Black One.

“—it’s over there, I was looking for a Resistance base, I didn’t mean to- to intrude or anything..”

Cautious, they lower their bow, taking in the sight of him.

“Are there more of you?” They ask him, ears lowered defensively.

He shakes his head so fast he’s sure that the mask is going to come flying off.

“No! No, it’s just—it’s just me, I swear, I—“

He stops when they reach down, wrap a hand around his bicep and begin pulling him along. He stumbles and rushes to keep up, the fact that they’re twice his height not helping in the slightest.

“What are you—where are you taking me? Oh, kriff.”

Poe is certain he’s just been captured again. Probably by some race that has an alliance with the First Order, and now they have the Resistance’s poster boy on their turf.

“Taking you to the Olo’eyktan. He will decide what to do with you.”

Poe follows along as quickly as he can, doing his best to keep up, the ground beneath their feet lighting up with each step they take. It’s beautiful, and he wishes that he was able to capture the sight of it all.

Thankfully, the journey doesn’t take very long, and they end up at a tree so much larger than any of the other ones. If he was flying, he’d be concerned about such a tree being in his flight path.

This is definitely not good, Poe thinks as he’s pulled along into the base of the massive tree, where dozens more of similar-looking humanoids stand, watching them as they enter.

Maker, how he wishes he could record this moment, remember it forever, especially since this confrontation is not looking promising, and the last thing he wants is to be held hostage by a First Order ally.

Again.

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First chapter complete!! If you haven’t noticed, this is loosely going to follow the plot of the first Avatar film, but obviously a little different and hopefully enjoyable! I don’t have a set schedule for these, but I hope to put chapters out semi-regularly! Thank you again for reading! <3

tags: @winniethewife @ominoose @reallyrallyauthor @my-secret-shame @silvernight-m @faretheeoscar @midgardian-witch

[dindjarism]

STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS 2015 | dir. J.J. Abrams

[biggestsimponhere]

Star wars men you will always be famous, i’m in love with them.

[dum-spiro-spero99]

THEY WOULD BE SO SO PROUD OF YOU

thanks to @pineapplecrispy for the suggestion + italian bonus, Owen WIlson bonus and historically inaccurated emo boys bonus

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[rapunziedameron]

#if you live long enough, you can see the same exasperation in different people

[typing-catastrophe]

I need to sit on his lap

[aphrcdites]

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.