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Just for an Hour - Poe Dameron

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Summary: You lure your best friend to a picnic by a lake, trying to get his mind off of his responsibilities...only to find his mind is fixed on you.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: romance, sex is implied and described briefly. More erotic than explicit. Best friends to lovers, slow and soft, in the water, not beta’d

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"Isn't it perfect?" You nudged your best friend's shoulder as the two of you finished up the picnic you had prepared to surprise him.

Polishing off the last of his beverage, Poe stared out over the serene lake, releasing a cleansing sigh as the water lapped against the tall grass along the shore. The sun, rich gold and majestic purple neared the horizon, sending shimmering beams of light across the water’s surface.

“We should go swimming."

The sound of your voice brought the Resistance commander back to reality, and you regretted having opened your mouth once you heard his reply.

"I have to get back."

"Come on, Poe, it’s quiet out there. This is supposed to be your day off.”

“We don’t get days off.”

“The First Order will still be as evil and dreadful right now as they will an hour from now.” Standing, you kicked off your boots, reaching to unzip your flight suit.

This got Poe’s attention.

Sure, you’d changed clothes in front of him dozens of times. You’d even shared a bed. For sleeping.

But he was wound pretty tightly just ahead of an important mission and it had been a long time since he’d blown off steam in particular ways.

Maybe a swim wasn’t such a bad idea. Could be fun.

“Okay. Ten minutes,” he agreed, granting you a lopsided grin as he rid himself of his own boots and flight suit. This left the two of you in white tank tops and shorts, but as you laughed delightedly and sprinted toward the water, he shed his top as well.

You squealed in excitement and surprise at the surprisingly warm water, which felt absolutely divine against your skin.

“Cold?” Poe asked you before he stepped one toe in.

“No, it feels amazing,” you gushed, twirling around as Poe waded in a few steps before diving right in.

He disappeared for several long moments, prompting you to look around for him. It would be just like him to mess with you, but he was gone for so long that you finally called his name.

Suddenly he tugged on your ankle underwater and you shrieked before laughing. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Dameron!”

Poe popped up behind you, grinning wickedly as he shook wet curls out of his face. Sunlight kissed his dark eyes, making them shine golden as they raked over your body.

You lunged for him, but he turned away to dodge your attack, so you ended up hanging onto his back, with your arms around his neck. Your thighs locked around his torso and you squeezed while attempting to pull him under and dunk him.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he taunted, even as you both tumbled back into the water.

You came up sputtering, with Poe chuckling, amused that your revenge had backfired. “Don’t choke.”

You splashed water right in his smug face, which, of course, started a splashing war. The two of you laughed like kids, splashing and dodging and diving until you were breathless and exhausted, and, for once, thinking about something that wasn’t the First Order looming over the galaxy.

Finally calling a truce, you bobbed in the water, the sun almost gone from the sky and twilight hanging magically around you.

“I needed that,” Poe admitted, tongue swiping over his lips as he noticed the way your white tank top clung to your wet skin.

“You probably need a lot more than that,” you cryptically returned, mesmerized by the water droplets dancing on his long lashes.

“Yeah, like what?”

“I don’t know,” you answered seriously. “I haven’t seen you smile like that…” Chewing on your lip, you tried to come up with an answer. “I can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh.”

“Well, that’s why I have you,” he shrugged, swimming toward you until he was close enough to hold you. But he didn’t.

“That’s why I made you come with me today,” you agreed. “What can I say? I live to see Poe Dameron smile once in a while.”

“We both know that’s not true or you wouldn’t torture me so often,” he teased, splashing you again.

“Please don’t start that again or I might actually drown,” you dramatically pouted, sinking below the water’s surface to emphasize your point, thinking, in the back of your mind, that it might make Poe laugh again, or at least smile.

But he caught you before you went under, his forearm flexing against the curve of your back as he pulled you flush against his chest. “I would never let that happen. You know that.”

“Save me, Commander Dameron,” you teased in a sing-song voice, but your laughter trailed off as his gaze dropped to your mouth. You swallowed hard, attempting to ignore how your body fit up against his like you were two adjoining puzzle pieces.

Your chest heaved at the sudden shift in mood. Spreading your palms against his chest, you braced yourself, feeling as if either of you let go, that you would indeed, drop straight to the lake’s bottom.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, folding you against him for a body engulfing hug. The two of you had shared countless hugs - after successful missions, sometimes playfully, during a fun night out, and ever so rarely, when he would come to you exhausted and broken. Those were the nights he fell asleep in your bed, but it had never gone further than his arms clinging to your waist, seeking comfort.

But the way he pressed your body into his now felt altogether different.

He was giving you something here - you weren’t sure what exactly - but you wrapped your arms around his neck and twisted your fingers into his wet curls, pulling yourself against him harder and whispering his name.

You held one another, suspended in twilight, for a few etherial moments, but it didn’t calm either of you.

Instead, it ignited something. Perhaps it was something new, or something dormant. Or perhaps it was there simmering below the surface, but one turn of his head brought those heated breaths to your cheek. Plush lips grazed the corner of your mouth - the sensation sending you right back to the memory of that half-drunken kiss near the end of last Life Day.

One moment longer passed, the two of you the precipice of something new. Then he covered your lips with his own, sharing your breath for one final moment before licking hotly into your mouth with unrestrained fervor.

Every part of him was touching every part of you somehow, with his thick, muscular thigh wedged between your legs, holding you in place. Gripping your shoulders, he clung to you with everything he had.

You had never been kissed like this in your life, and certainly not by Poe. He was giving you everything while taking it at the same time. You went weak in his arms as he stole your breath and your will to resist, yet you had never felt safer. It took your mind a moment longer to catch up, but once you realized he might pull away in doubt, you tilted your head and kissed him back with all the wild hunger burning inside you.

You heard something deep rumble in the expanse of his chest as his hands pressed the curve of your back, fingertips inching underneath your top, pushing it up to your shoulders. A dizzying euphoria of what could happen here left you gasping as he tore his mouth away, tugging at the hem and murmuring, “Let me feel you,” against your wet, bruised lips.

The slightest nod granted him permission to tear the garment over your head and toss it aside to flop on the water’s surface. Then his mouth found yours again as his hands touched every soft and supple part of you - in ways he’d dared not try before, not even asleep in your bed, against you.

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. You might as well be drowning, but in him, rather than the warm lake.

Poe had always been the leader, but you were strong too. He wanted to go right when you insisted on going left. You challenged him, sometimes rather infuriatingly, but he outranked you and you respected that. In your personal friendship however, you always took the lead.

Like today, when you insisted he promise you an hour to relax. Just one hour to not be in charge or everything and carry the hope of the Resistance on his shoulders. He did, and it was wonderful and fun and easy - the way things always felt between you when you weren't butting heads.

And now, in this moment, in the serene, clear water, you'd never been so in sync, holding onto one another as desperately as you had on dangerous missions. Here, where he was now pulling away the flimsy fabric keeping you from feeling and knowing everything about each other.

Finally tearing his mouth from yours, he eased back enough to look into your eyes, and right to your soul - to the utter depths of you. You realized suddenly that he might see the raw, uncertain wonderings and possibilities of what it could be like to love him - really love him. You shivered in his arms and his head tilted quizzically, worry skittering across his handsome features - fear that he read this all wrong and had wounded the bond between you.

Even as he looked at you, his hand guided the thickness of your thigh around his waist and you responded eagerly, wrapping yourself around him and granting him the sweetest smile. A thousand quips came to mind, but this wasn't the moment. Not here, when he kissed you and laid himself bare in every possible way.

You could feel him now, intimately - his arousal rubbed quite obviously against you but he swallowed hard, restraining himself one more moment, to be absolutely certain.

You nodded again, shifting your hips in a suggestively obvious way, pulling him closer with your legs. Wetting his lips, his eyes flickered down between your bodies, where he reached to guide himself inside you, exhaling sharply as he pushed deeper and opened you up to feel the full, heavy length of him.

He groaned in satisfaction and relief, eyes rolling back in his head for a moment before his gaze locked with yours again.

The sensation of being this close to Poe - of actually feeling him inside you went beyond every dream that stirred secret yearnings: previous possibilities you’d crushed with common sense as soon as the sun rose and duty called. He was your friend. Your best friend and it could never be more than that - it wasn't even a thought you’d entertained, because to let the mere notion flicker and dance in your imagination was to give it life, to let it grow and then it would be this thing - this living idea.

And you couldn't kill an idea. It would grow and take the room it needed in your heart and suddenly you'd be overcome with the ridiculous notion that your best friend, and sometimes piloting rival, could ever be as in love with you as you so obviously were with him.

The surge of it overwhelmed you so that you squeezed your eyes shut before it washed over your like a wave, but it was too late - it was swelling and cresting and drowning you, sending your fingers grabbing desperately for his curls and your mouth crashing into his.

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Darkness enveloped your sated, naked bodies, bobbing gently in the cooling lake. Everything would change now. You both knew it, so you held onto this serenity with adoring caresses and soft kisses.

Something about the cover of night felt perfect as you helped each other out of the water, searching for your discarded, drenched undergarments and laughing under the rising moons.

You dressed in your dry gear and packed up the picnic supplies in silence. But it was the comfortable quiet of a best friendship - the two of you moving in synchrony just as you would in a ship or on a mission.

He reached for the bag of picnic supplies while you held the wad of wet clothes, each of you using your outside arm, leaving hands free between you. His arm brushed yours as you walked - the two of you were always bumping shoulders and causing gossip to ripple through the Resistance base. You assumed tonight would be no different, especially if you returned from seclusion with wet hair.

Gone was the tension in his shoulders and corded neck. As you glanced in his profile, illumined by the moons’ glow, you noted that even his typically clenched jaw had relaxed. The corner of his mouth curved upward as you stared. It made you giggle and elbow him in the ribs. He nudged you right back, starting a flirtatious struggle that ended when he took hold of your hand.

But it wasn’t like before when his grip would halt your playful assault and likely start a wrestling match. This time, tenderly, he brushed his thumb over your knuckles before tangling his fingers with yours. With a gentle squeeze, he lifted your joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss there.

Your breath caught. You swallowed hard as his gaze bore into yours for a brief eternity.

As the base came into view, you fully expected him to release your hand and act the way you always acted. Like friends. But he pulled you aside, behind a tree and crowded into your space.

Chest heaving with trepidation, you wondered how he would end this. What he would say to safely return you to the status of his bantering best friend.

But he kissed you. He dropped the picnic supplies, which clattered loudly to the ground. He took your face in his hands and stole your breath away - made you even weaker, somehow, with the fire of his kiss. Your hands fell limply to your sides, wet clothes thudding on top of the picnic bag.

Before your hesitation could give him one moment’s doubt, however, you gripped his flight suit in your fists and pulled him closer, kissing him endlessly, and with all your heart.

Touching his forehead to yours, he whispered your name, the shape of it tickling your cheek. Turning your mouth to meet his whisper, you kissed again, endlessly, wordlessly.

To love Poe, to touch him, to know him in every way, would present a wondrous journey and beauty you never dreamed could exist in the ugliness of galactic war.

"You're so quiet," he finally whispered, holding you against him. "Can I kiss you next time you defy my orders?"

"Only if you take me swimming after," you laughed, playfully but gently shoving him away.

He caught your hand in his, and granted you the smile you lived for.

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Supplies gathered, appearances straightened, you made it back to base, bumping shoulders as you walked too close, as usual.

This time, however, as the door whooshed open, Poe slid his fingers through yours and led you inside.

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HOT UNDER THE HELMET | Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

Request: Hi, would you mind writing for Poe Dameron where Poe accidentally injures the reader (whose a mechanic), which is how they meet for the first time. And would you mind using the dialogue prompt “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”? 

Description: Poe finds out the hard way the best mechanic in the resistance is also most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; too bad you’re so hot headed. 

word count: 1.5k

trigger warnings: sexism, fire, women in stem facing problems even in space (because ofcourse they do).

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As much as you would love to admit times of war made people more benevolent towards each other, you’d be dead wrong. Not only had you been one of the only females in the resistance who knew her way around a wrench, but as it also turned out, not even the risk of dying could pull a males head out of his arse. 

You heard snickering before you saw them. The other three mechanics in your squadron crowded around a starfighter, laughing to themselves as they watched you tinker with a leaky engine, your body strewn across a lying board as you worked above yourself, your tools against your foot. 

Rolling out from underneath the ship, you paid them no mind as you searched for a screwdriver small enough to fit the flathead you needed removing. Scanning your work area, that you were proud to say you kept much neater than the blaster brained males you shared a space with, your brow furrowed when you saw your equipment nowhere to be seen. 

“Looking for something?” You heard Zagg, one of the males, say, and you felt a rage boil up inside you at the smug look on their faces as you regarded them with a sweaty, pissed off expression. 

“Where’d you boneheads put it?” You snapped, hauling yourself to your feet as you approached them hotly, your scowl only growing as they burst out laughing, “Real mature. The galaxy is going to bantha fodder, and you guys are hiding my tools,”

“You know, if you need help from someone who knows what they’re doing, you could just ask,” The tallest of the trio, Bran, goaded you, a smarmy smile on his face as he watched your cheeks puff with exhaustion, whirling around to charge up to him, no matter if you did have to turn your neck upwards to confront the pig of a male. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, instead of going after little girls who make you look like rookies,” You hissed, eying up the other two who seemed to exchange a sneer, “Leia chose me herself, handpicked me from the academy. You three nerf herders got through on sheer size alone, and it’s obvious you feel the need to compensate everywhere else possible,” 

You sauntered away, back towards the rear of the workshop where spare apparatus was kept, banging around the drawers with a foul mood, muttering about how useless the opposite sex was in times of crisis. 

As if he had heard the call of a siren, Poe strolled into the hangar, fully suited with his helmet under his arm, an all too cheery smile on his face for the belly of the beast he was unknowingly heading straight for. 

Catching the eye of one of the mechanics, a freakishly tall man that seemed to be chatting to the other two as they stood around an X-wing with a huge hole ripped into the body of it, he watched the worker drop his bitter face and regard him with raised eyebrows when he saw the chirpy pilot approach.

“General,” He nodded respectfully, though there was not a single trace of regard on his face. “You’ve come for your ship?”

“Leia said you had your best guy on it?” He said, almost missing the way the three of them nodded hesitantly, “She said it should be ready today,”

“Right this way, General Dameron,” The shorter, beefy one said, leading him away to a pristine looking starfighter, by far in the best shape he could see it being without it being brand new. He thought he caught a snigger behind him as the mechanic, whose oiled badge read as Kripply, took him over to the ship, “Why don’t you give her a whirl? As you said, we had our very best on the case,” 

Poe looked at him with an odd mix of a smile and wariness as he couldn’t miss the devilish excitement the man looked at him with. Had he sat in paint again, he wondered. Finn had had a field day walking him around the entire compound with two white ass cheek marks on his suit, he wouldn’t put it past his co-pilot to try his luck again seeing as Poe had been the one to win at cards last night and had not so graciously rubbed his credits in the man’s face. 

“Sure, let’s give this baby a whirl,” He said after a moment, his hair falling all over the place as he shoved his helmet over his thick, sable locks. 

Maybe he had a case of bedhead, he wondered. Afterall, he’d not exactly been sober as he’d stumbled back to his room last night, his winnings buying him round after round of smuggled Corellian Whiskey. 

He hopped up onto the wing, yanking himself into the cockpit that had been cleaned thoroughly, and he didn’t know why he ever doubted his repair team if this was the condition they left their vehicles in. The engine hummed to life as he flicked the tiny lever, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the oddly floral smell inside the small flight deck, and he wondered if they had gone so far as to spray freshener in there. 

You had found a spare tightener that would fit the screw, the last thing that needed fastening up before the engine should be good to run, Leia’s general would be by any second now. 

Rolling back under the vehicle, you tuned out the way Zagg cackled over the sound of an engine springing to life, you assumed their own, focusing on the tiny panel you had yet to cover the machinery with to protect the pilot from any stray blaster fire cutting the engine. 

But no sooner had you settled on your back beneath the jet, your hand reaching up for the metal sheet, you heard the familiar rumble of oil being fired through the motor, the drums whirling as the ignition started and a short blast of heat hit you in the face. 

You blanched as you knew that meant, knew what would come shooting out any second now. Heat always got kicked out of the engine first, the left over energy dishcharged out of the bottom grate. Because then came the fire as it sprung to life.

Your hand came up before you could think through what you were doing, the hard work you were unravelling in the interest of keeping your face intact, your brain from turning to crispy mush, as you yanked the oil pipe from where you’d connected it to the drum, the thick black liquid pouring over your entire body as you stumbled from out beneath the plane, just incase your plan hadn’t worked. 

You heard the engine cut, the sound of the cockpit sliding open as someone cursed from above, and you were filled with a new wave of rage as two feet jumped from the wing above you, turning to the three men who watched with entertained chuckles. 

“What happened, I thought you said-” Poe had started chewing out the males who didn’t seem to care all too much about the fact the jet had broken down, when he felt two hands shove him from behind, and he spun on his heel with annoyance. 

His face dropped entirely when he saw you, covered head to toe in a thick, gunky oil, your nostrils flaring as you glared at him with a heat he had yet to see from a woman before.

Usually women were so receptive to his charming good looks. Not this one it seemed. 

“What the kriff was that, man,”  You yelled, shoving his chest again with your slimy hands, and he quickly put it together what had been the problem. 

“What that me?” His brows flew into his hair line as you looked at him like he’d just learned there were stars in the sky, “Oh, maker! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”  

“Oh he’s sorry. Thank goodness he’s sorry,” You threw your arms up, wiping the oil away from your eyes with slippy hands, and Poe had no idea what to say for the best. 

Though, he supposed telling you you were by far the prettiest woman he’d seen in moons was not the correct thing to go for, despite the fact it was the first thing he’d thought. 

“I’m a decorated pilot, I would never intentionally-” He spluttered, but you had already turned away, heading towards a small work bench where a bunch of old, dirty rags lay, supposedly for hands only. 

“You can decorate my ass, general. You’re waiting another week for that plane,” You seethed, barely regarding him over your shoulder. 

And he stood there, speechless, because what was he supposed to say. No one had ever spoken down to him like that, not since he’d grown into his good looks and had women falling at his feet to be near him. Certainly not since he’d become leader. 

You huffed past him, as he was rooted to the spot, jaw hung slack as you left the workshop, cursing him out clearly to yourself, and it was only then that he turned to the other three males who had watched him get his ass served to him with another round of sniggers. “Who in the maker was she?”

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i didn't mean to love you so much

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: You don't know what you have until it's gone. Or is it?

Word Count: 6.0K

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It took 3 days to arrive on D'Qar.

The Naboo N-1 Starfighter that you stole from the junkyard on Bracca was one wrong move away from falling out of the sky. Even with your constant mid-flight repairs, only prayers to the Maker were keeping her together. The BB unit you found kept you posted with constant, and frankly worrying, updates on how the ship was holding. Let's just say the plane was soon to be out of use.

When you entered the atmosphere in D'Qar, the landing gear erupted into flames, eliciting a series of explicit beeps from the BB unit. If not for the life-or-death in front of you, you would have burst into a fit of giggles.

Instead, you just grit your teeth: "Happy beeps, bud."

You and the BB unit left the carnage that used to be a starfighter flaming in the trees, bickering the whole time, and heading towards the Resistance Base. Towards new beginnings. Towards freedom.

Bracca was a junkyard, where scavengers and smugglers looked for parts to sell to the highest bidder. It was dark and dangerous at the best of times, and work was never-ending. It wasn't the kind of place you would want to grow up, but it was better than Kessel. Anything was better than Kessel.

It took a week to get to the Rebel base. Your head throbbed painfully with each passing day, with hardly any food in your system and little water to quench your thirst, the journey to salvation seemed almost unattainable. You had thanked the Maker for rain when it first came, but after 4 days of non-stop rain, you had cursed the skies for it. It only seemed to fall harder.

By day 5, the BB unit was running out of power, its movements slower than before. It was far too heavy for you to carry and without it, you would never reach the Resistance base. There were no sarcastic quips or complaints for its master anymore. No, the two of you traveled in silence, aside from the odd groan from either one of you. Its tiredness mimicked your own. You could only pray that the base would come into view soon. You weren't sure how much longer you would last.

When the planes came into view, you almost cried with joy. With newfound energy, you and the BB unit near-ran the way to the tarmac runway that signaled life on this dratted planet.

And while the BB unit was welcomed with cheers and open arms, you weren't so lucky.

You were marched to the medical bay by two men almost twice your size, flanked on the left and the right so you couldn't run if you tried. Your heartbeat in your throat. Of course, the resistance had to be careful, but surely this was excessive.

After you received treatment for your assortment of cuts and burns, you were delivered to a small room, adorned with only a bed and curtains to block out the light. Before you could say anything, let alone protest, the doors shut, leaving you alone in a small cell deep in the heart of the Resistance base.

As terrifying as the whole situation was, when you laid your head to rest on the bed in the dingy room, sleep came. It beat thorns and nettles on the forest floor of D'Qar. It beat sitting upright for 3 days, trying to avoid meteors and Tie Fighters. It beat restless nights on Bracca, hoping to gather enough for a meal. Sleep came to you better than it ever had before, and you reveled in it.

You woke up to familiar beeping outside the large metal door.

"BB-3?" Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. The beeping got louder, almost unbearably loud, "Calm down, bud. I don't know how to open the door."

"Step back." A male voice came from behind the door, startling you. You stumbled backward, falling on the floor as the whooshed open. A tall man stood there, and if he were surprised you were on the floor, he didn't show it.

You scrambled to your feet, brushing the dust off your clothes as BB-3 rolled in, circling around you like a vulture would his prey. The man stood there observing you and the droid got reacquainted, before clearing his throat.

"Vice Admiral Holdo would like to speak with you." His tone was authoritative. You didn't want to be on his bad side. He led you toward an office on the opposite side of the building, your legs shaking as you walked. He shot you a pitying glance as BB-3 followed at your heels, before returning his face to its emotionless expression. You hated it.

It must have been early, as only a few people were up, and those who were seemed to want to rather be asleep. But no one batted an eye your way, despite the grime you still felt clinging to your face, and the ripped clothes you were wearing. You wondered if this was normal to them. People coming home grimy, hurt, and disgusting.

Only one man seemed to notice you on your journey.

"Snap!" A voice called out to you. The man in front of you - presumably Snap - broke into a huge grin. "Long time, no see, buddy!" Snap clapped the other man on the back, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You stood there as the other man regaled the story of whatever mission he'd been on to Snap, and for a moment, you thought you were forgotten.

Until he turned. His eyes seemed to scorch your soul with their searching gaze. It was heavy, but you felt safe under it. Almost as if you knew that he would do nothing to hurt you.

"Heard all about how this one came in yesterday." He stretched out his hand, "Captain Poe Dameron. Pleasure to meet you."

You shook his hand and returned the favour, telling you his name. He tested it on his tongue, repeating a few times. Once he seemed satisfied, Poe turned back to Snap.

"How come you got stuck on babysitting duty?" He asked, mirth dancing in his eyes. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes or butt in - you wanted these people to like you. Sarcasm could be saved for later.

"Kid brought back my droid."

"BB-8 told me the story. Something about running from a resistance fighter, blowing up a depot train," you kick BB-3 gently, "and exploding an N-1. It was impossible. Maybe you should get your droid checked for gossiping?" Snap punched him in the arm, "Hey, it was just a suggestion." Poe grinned widely, "Oh, and the shootout. How could I forget the shootout?"

"It wasn't a shootout." You slapped your hand to your mouth. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. So much for saving the sarcasm for later.

Poe turns to look at you. "Oh?" his grin infuriatingly wide. "That's not what the droid said."

"It wasn't a shootout, we were shot at." Your confidence floods back into you. "And the depot train wasn't us. Wrong place, wrong time. Am I right, bud?" You glare down at the BB-unit.

He mumbles something about ruining a good story before whirring off to stop behind Snap. Stupid BB-unit.

"Guess you're more interesting than I gave you credit for kid." Snap stepped towards you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "The name's Temmin, Temmin Wexley. But everyone calls me Snap."

"Pleasure to meet you Snap," you echo Poe's words from earlier.

Your meeting with the Vice Admiral went well. She believed your story, well corroborated by both BB-3 and the bounty on your head placed by a well-meaning neighbour. She cleared you to start training with the resistance, though you surprised both her and Snap when you asked to be a mechanic.

Though when you started working on ships, it was clear to see why. It was almost like there was a secret language that ships spoke that only you seemed to understand. You scoffed at that. Beginner's luck you called it. Still, there was no denying that you loved working on the ships and that you were good at it too.

Months went by and you settled into the routines of the Resistance. You were given a room closer to the other mechanics, who, despite the constant tension of competition, seemed to like you well enough. You often sat with them for meals, although passing up on opportunities to spend more time with them. They seemed content with that. You got used to the early morning wake-up calls when the sun streamed through the window and urgent repairs needed to be made. You learned to enjoy the quiet evenings when everyone else had closed up shop and you could finetune repairs for those who needed it. You finally felt like you had a purpose. It was freeing.

Snap kept you up-to-date on the comings and goings of the First Order - never in much detail of course, but enough to satiate your desire to know more. In return you smuggled him extra jogan fruitcake when it was served while he was away. Sometimes, in thanks for saving your life, you made extra updates and repairs to his X-Wing when he came back from long missions - more often than not to save his those extra hours of tedious work.

Black Squadron had come home after a week long mission the night before. You had worked late into the night the day before, and you were now regretting it. Blue squadron had come into contact with a few Tie Fighters on night patrol, and the damage was hair-pullingly extensive. You were in for a long day. It didn't help that you could barely keep your eyes open, hands glued to a cup of Caf that was doing little for the tiredness clouding your brain. You didn't even notice Snap come storming in.

"WHO WORKED ON MY SHIP LAST NIGHT?" He yelled over all the mechanics. Shit.

You had done some basic repairs for him the evening before last and had spent the better part of last night finishing up repairs and repainting his ship. You knew how pilots were with ship paint. Maker, you were screwed.

After a few moments of silence, you decided it was better to own up than let everyone suffer. "I did, Wexley."

He slowly turned towards you, before grabbing you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting your feet off the ground. You were shocked. He was happy - no, elated. The rest of the mechanics, equally as confused as you, turned back to their work, ignoring the scene in front of them.

He still had you gripped tightly when Poe walked in. "Easy tiger, you'll kill the greenie. What did she do to deserve your wrath?"

"My wrath?! No, no, no, Poe. This kid is my new favorite person on base."

"I'll try not to take offense to that," Poe grumbled jokingly, "What did she do to deserve such high praise then?"

"Have you seen my ship? She's beautiful, more beautiful than Jess that one time." He started, about to regale a story, you did not need to know. You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"My sentiment exactly," Poe said to you, giving you a fist bump before walking over to Snap's X-Wing, closely followed by Snap himself. You trailed behind them, still unsure of what was going on. Poe dragged his finger across the paintwork, "He has a point though. I've never seen Snap's X-Wing look this good." Poe turned towards you, his warm brown eyes sparkling with pride. "Good job, Greenie."

You smiled gently, before turning away. It was high praise from Captain Poe Dameron, flyboy of the resistance.

"Maybe I'll snap her up, you know, give her a real ship to work on?" Poe said, his flirting tone making an odd double entendre that made your face light up in flames.

"Not a chance. Kid, you're my new mechanic. Officially."

"What if I don't want to be?" You countered, your sarcastic tone making both Snap and Poe burst into laughter.

You accepted the role though. There was no world in which you didn't. You enjoyed the perks of being Snap's favored Mechanic - you could sleep in more often, you were privy to more information than the average mechanic. He would tell you if he was to leave the base soon, you were often told just how bad a situation was. Snap trusted you. And if Snap did, so did the others.

'The others' being the other pilots on Black Squadron: Jessika Pava, Karé Kun, L'ulo L'ampar. And of course, Poe Dameron. It was almost like you couldn't escape him. His infectious laugh, his boyish grin, his boisterous personality. His ability to make even the most mundane task into a story for the ages.

No wonder he was so popular.

You began to sit with them in the cantina and you frequently ended up leading the repairs on Black Squadron, no one else being as trusted as you. You opened up to them slowly, telling them about growing up on Kessel and being brought to the Scrapper’s guild on Kessel. You told them the truth about your escape - Poe ended up on the floor laughing, saying “the real story’s so much better, BB-3”. They found out about your impeccable aim after a fun night in the cantina that ended in a tense game of holodarts. They became your family - more of a family you had ever had in your life.

And while, you saw Snap, L’ulo and Karé as your brothers, you could not say the same for Poe. Poe was a flirt, everyone knew that. But as you got closer and closer, it was harder to ignore the way you're heart sped up when he looked at you. How you're palms grew clammy when he smiled in your direction. How his praises and compliments made your knees weak. God you were in love with him.

You knew that half the women on the base had either slept with him or wanted to, and yet not one of them got even a second of his time. None of them except you. Poe would walk you to your room in the evening, and to the cantina in the morning, regaling stories of his adventures before he knew you. He’d bring you caf when you were working late, and sit under the stars with you at the end of a long day. He’d tell you stories of Yavin 4 and his mother. He showed you the ring that hung on the end of his necklace. 

“I want to give it to the one, you know?”

“Don’t get all sentimental on me, Captain.”

He groaned, “Don’t rank me.” You just smiled.

“So, no lucky lady in your life, Dameron?”

“No lucky man in yours, greenie?” 

You scoffed, “If there was ever a chance, they’ve all been scared away by you.”

“Good.”

You laughed it off, but inside your guts twisted at the idea that Poe was happy you were single. Your insides warmed at the idea that he might just feel the same. 

The next morning, you walked out of your room to the sight of Poe sneaking out of the room opposite yours. Half-naked. His eyes widened at the sight of you, and your hand quickly hid your eyes from the view. Your heart dropped. He lied to you. 

Poe sought you out later on in the day. He came up behind you on the landing deck, with a cool glass of jogan juice in hand. You had stripped out of your mechanics jumsuit, the arms tied loosely around your waist. Your tank top was almost a shade darker with the sweat of exertion and ridiculous heat. And yet you declined it, your face barely concealing your childlike annoyance. You knew it was stupid. You and Poe were barely friends, let alone anything that would justify your anger.

“I’m sorry.” Poe huffed, still standing underneath you in the beating sunshine. You were surprised: Poe Dameron never apologises.

“For what?” You said, your back still facing him. He sighed - he didn’t like it when anyone was annoyed at him. Least of all you.

“For this morning.”

“Why does it matter, Poe? You can sleep with who you want to.” You said, anger colouring your voice.

“It matters,” he yells, “because it upset you. Because, for whatever reason, the idea of me sleeping with other people, made you mad at me.”

His obliviousness tugged at your heartstrings, as if to say ‘he doesn’t feel the same’.“I’m not mad that you’re sleeping with other people.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“Because you lied to me, Poe.” You say, dropping down from the ladder, sweat dripping down your back. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You said there was no one special in your life.”

“There isn’t.” You raise a brow, before grabbing the glass of jogan juice from his hand. “Just because we had fun for a night, doesn’t mean I’m getting down on one knee.”

“I think you’ve done it enough times for that to be proven, Poe.”

His cheeky smile returned, “Glad we’re back on first name terms.”

You shook your head at him, “For the record, if I ever catch you sneaking out of a room in my wing again, I’ll skin you myself.”

“If you catch me you say? Well, I like myself a challenge.” You slap him on the head, before climbing back up the ladder.

“Leave me alone, Poe. I don’t need your love troubles plaguing my every hour.”

“There’s no place for things like love in the middle of a war, greenie. First thing you learn in a place like this.”

If he hadn’t been walking away, he would have heard your heart burst into a thousand tiny pieces. Maybe it was for the best if you didn't love him.

Instead of wallowing in undeserving heartache like an idiot, you forced yourself to forget all about the way Poe made your heart feel. He became just another friend, pushed so far into the friendzone that was no conceivable way out. To his credit, you didn’t hear of another escapade of his again. He probably just got good at hiding them.

That always got difficult when he was sent on week-long missions. Your heart would migrate into your throat and even swallowing became difficult. Your mind would swim with worry, all for him to come back completely fine, his ship always seemed to come home the least scathed. A fact for which your heart was grateful.

"Hey, flyboy," you called, as you walked into the cantina. There were less than 10 people in the whole room - probably due to the ungodly hour of the day.

Poe was sat in the corner, the light of his datapad shining on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was unusually disheveled, which could only mean one thing. He was nervous.

You walked up to him. Evidently, he hadn't heard you from across the room, because when you came up to him and rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and grabbed your hand. You winced at his tight grip as he turned to face you.

Poe released your hand when he saw it was you. He leaned back into your chest, eyes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry," he whispered, gently.

You grabbed the datapad from his hands, and placed it face down on the table, "It's ok. What's going on?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

You absent-mindedly run your hands through his hair as his head remained leaned against your chest. "It's not nothing. Is it a mission? You're leaving again soon?"

He hummed in agreement.

"You're leaving today, aren't you? That's why you're up early."

"Why do you think Snap got you to wake up early? You're not just a sight for sore eyes, you know."

His words made you blush. Never have you been more glad that he isn't staring right at you - it would give your heart’s deepest darkest desires away. 

He left that afternoon. After you completed routine checks for him, he was off on a top-secret adventure. Sometimes, it was easy to hate his rank, because it made it so hard to find out where he was, or what he was doing. But as always, you let him go and, as always, you prayed he'd come home safe. To you. You always pray he comes home safe to you.

Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks. And while it wasn't unheard of for Poe to be gone this long, your heart could barely take him being gone for a day. That's the price of being in love. You'd never thought of yourself as still being in love with Poe until he left on that mission. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still raced when he talked to you. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still ached when he left for missions. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still burst when he smiled at you. But without him there, it's like your heart could not find a reason for beating. 

You continued on with your job, trudging through daily repairs and meals, trying to keep your mind away from Poe. You forced a smile when you talked to Snap - missing Poe hit him just as hard as it hit you. You forced a smile when you taught new recruits - you couldn't afford to have them hate you just because the Captain was missing. You forced a smile when you came down for dinner - there was no use in moping around in the middle of a war. But when you were in the comfort of your own room, you let the smile fall and the tears drip down your face. You cried almost every night for the first week that he was gone, trying to reconcile your newly found feelings and your newly lost friend.

It was a surprise to everyone when Poe crash-landed back on D'Qar with burns and cuts littering his body. You were up at an extremely early hour as working on Snap's ship when he landed, and you were immediately filled with concern. A tight knot wound its way around your throat, as you watched the scene unfold. BB-8 was nowhere to be seen. The ship is smoking dangerously, and parts of it are falling off, but most worrying of all, Poe was struggling to get out of the cockpit. You quickly threw yourself onto the X-Wing, hitting the emergency ejection latch with the spanner in your hand. The cockpit lid flew open and Poe climbed out, coughing heavily and clutching his side.  Snap came running out of the base, and grabbed Poe's arm. You ran up and grabbed the other, and the two of you dragged him towards the med wing. 

Two nurses snapped him up, cleaning his wounds and applying bacta spray where necessary. Snap turned away, mumbling something about an early morning briefing, but you stayed rooted to the spot. You couldn't take your eyes off his broken state, and tears slipped out of your eyes before you could control them. After a beat, you spun around on your heel and sprinted to your room. 

When the door clanged shut, you slumped onto the floor and burst into tears. You couldn't bear to see Poe in pain. You hated yourself for not being strong enough to fight through your tears to be with him. And you hated yourself for still being in love with him, when you promised you would be. When your datapad lit up with tasks for the day, you made the rash decision to call in sick. In the time you had been on the base, you had never called in sick. This job was your lifeline, your passion, and nothing, not even illness, would affect that. At least, that's what you had thought. You spent the majority of the week in that same spot, tears subsiding when you became so dehydrated that your body refused to let you cry.

On the fifth day of your hibernation, you finally left your room, having showered and gotten ready. Few people were on the base, apart from the mechanics and medics, and the injured - which included Poe. Given the lack of a real threat in the vicinity, General Leia had given the day off. You didn’t want to relax. You couldn’t relax.

You snuck over to where Poe’s beat up X-Wing was parked, and the sight of it almost made you tear up. The memories hit you like a brick. Poe barely limping towards the med wing. BB-8 being carried to the droid repair room. Fire extinguishers coating the X-Wing with hopes that it may be able to fly again. You got to work.

You were finally satisfied as the sun set over the vast treescape of D'Qar, covered head to toe in oil and grease. After some gentle coaxing by Paige - the only one aware of your all-consuming feelings for Poe - you agreed to grab something small to eat with her.

What you didn't sign up for was to see a broken and battered Poe sitting at the table, laughing at some stupid joke that Snap had probably made. He looked up as you walked in, almost as if he was expecting you. His eyes met yours, and you felt the tight knot in your throat begin to form again - just as it had the morning Poe crash-landed on the base.

Poe tried to lift his arm up to wave but winced at the action, the stitches keeping his wounds bound together stretching at the extreme action. You pressed your lips into a tight smile, willing the Maker to take your tears away. Paige handed you a bottle of water, before leading you toward the table. She left you standing in front of the table, where you awkwardly shifted your feet.

"Gonna sit down?" Snap asked, mirth dancing behind his eyes, "Or are you planning to put on a show? Wouldn't put it past you to have hidden another talent."

You smiled weakly, sitting down next to Jess and unscrewing the cap on the water bottle you had been given. Jess leaned over and whispered gently, "Feeling ok? Paige came up to ask if you were ok when you didn't show up at drills this morning."

"Yeah, felt a bit under the weather after morning rounds."

"Probably the shitty sleep you've been getting worrying about this guy." Karé said, pointing his knife at Poe.

Poe looked at you, his eyes wide, but you tried to brush off Karé's words, sarcastically replying, "Oh please Karé, the only thing you're worried about is whether or not they have that drink that you like from Sorgan, which is disgusting by the way - I don't know how you can drink it."

Everyone laughs as Karé splutters about how delicious spotchka is, the anxiousness wracking your body easing its reins slightly. Under the table, you feel Poe's foot nudge yours gently. You smile lightly at him, careful not to let him have a good look at your red-rimmed eyes and splotchy face. As much as it shouldn't matter, you don't want him to know how much you care.

"You don't have to pretend you don't care for the captain, kid. You should have seen how she leaped to open the hatch Poe, something from a Naboo holodrama. Or one of those superhero films." Snap laughed, as your face burned red.

Poe raised his eyebrow, "Now that's something I would like to see. Maybe I'll get myself stuck in a cockpit again, just to see you in action." He laughs, but you don't laugh with him. You feel your chest tighten, and the knot in your throat return. Your vision clouds with tears, and you quickly got up, excusing yourself on the notion that your headache has returned, and that you should probably get some rest before drills the next day. You stumbled out of the cantina, breaking into a sprint as soon as you were out of sight. 

Poe’s eyes followed you as you left, worrying tinting his gaze. The group had fallen almost silent at your abrupt exit, looking at where you’d run, before turning back to Poe. Snap slapped the back of his head.

“Why, in the Maker’s name, would you say that?”

“What?” Poe said, rubbing the back of his head. Jess gave him a pointed look, “What did I say?”

“You joked about getting hurt, Poe! Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t just joke about getting hurt, Wex! He joked about almost dying!”

"Oh please, it's not that big of a deal. Everyone knew it was a joke. Right?" No one looks at him. "Right?!"

Jess waves at Paige, whose eyes were trained at the door. She meekly walks over, leaning down to talk to Jess. 

"Is she ok?" Paige asked, her eyes brushing over the group until they landed on Poe, "What did he do?"

Poe's eyes narrowed in confusion. "I'm so confused," he muttered under his breath.

"He made a joke.”

Snap butt in, “About almost dying."

Paige’s eyes widened, "You're not serious."

"Look, I don't know what's up with her today, but something tells me that that was the last thing she needed right now."

Paige turned towards Poe, "If you weren't injured right now, Captain, I would beat you up." 

"Hold up. I don't even know what I did." He said, standing up. "I get that the joke was a little misplaced, but it was a joke. I didn't put myself in this situation willingly."

"We get it, Poe. But you haven't been here. She's literally been destroyed - she's barely sleeping, I barely see her come down to eat, she spends all her time working on different ships, drowning herself in work. Today was the first day in the year she's been here that she's called in sick." Paige said, her eyes flitting between Poe and the door. She was in a half-mind to run after you, to console you. 

Poe beat her to it. He got up, ignoring the protest from his teammates, and headed towards your room. He knocked lightly on your door, hearing the gentle sobbing from your room.

His heart broke. He knocked again. 

“I’m fine Paige, I just need sleep.”

“Nice to know you’d lie to Paige.” Poe said, his voice steady and gentle. You open the door to you room, the door whooshing up to reveal Poe in all his glory, “Would you lie to your Captain?”

“Don’t pull rank with me, Poe.” You joked as he bent to meet your eyes.

He reached out to caress his fingers against your cheek and wipe away the stray tears. You leaned your head into his hands, the callouses on his hands like comfort against your cheek. He touches his forehead to your eyes, his eyes closed as if he couldn’t quite believe you were here. That this was happening. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Poe’s eyes met yours, softly searching for something. Answers, probably.

“Why are you sorry, darling?” The pet name gripped your heart, so familiar and yet so foreign. The tears begin to flow freely again. He soothed you, mindlessly carding his fingers through your hair, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” 

You look into his eyes, and can’t help but to sob harder. Why did you have to fall in love with him?

Your head curled into his chest, seeking the comfort only he could give. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He asked, whispering into your hair. 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said through tears. Poe looked at you.

“You didn’t mean to what, love?” He asked. You repeated it over and over, your tears soaking through his shirt. He lets you cry until your weak, pulling you further into his arms. 

He asks you again. 

“I didn’t mean to love you so much.” You confessed through whispers. It was so quiet that you thought that Poe didn’t catch what you said.

His widened eyes told you otherwise. 

“You…?”

“I love you.” You whispered.

“You-you love me?”

“I love you so much that whenever I see you my heart quickens until it’s uncomfortable.”

“Love -”

“I love you so much that my hands become so sweaty that I can barely keep a hold of my datapad.” You showed him your hands that were covered in a sheen. He gives you a watery laugh, before wiping your hands on his already soaked shirt. 

“I love you so much that when you leave, I can’t bear to survive.” 

“Love-” You interrupt him again.

“There’s no life without you, Poe.” Your voice broke as you dissolved into another bout of tears. 

“Love, please.” Poe sighed, kissing your forehead, “Please, just-”

“I know. It’s a war. I shouldn’t have, but I did and I can’t help it. Please don’t hate me, please-”

Poe grabbed your face, pulling you into him. He grazed his lips over yours, before pulling away way to fast. 

“I could never hate you, love.”

You pull him back towards you, smashing your lips onto his. He pulls you into his lap deepening the kiss further. You run your fingers through his hair, and over where the bandages cover his fresh wounds. Poe winced, and you pulled back. 

“You should rest. And heal up.”

He looked at you with such adoration, that for a moment you thought you’d melt away. “I have the rest of forever to heal up. I want this now.”

“You have me for the rest of forever. I think you should heal up now.” He rested his forehead against yours, sighing and closing his eyes. You kissed his nose gently.

“The rest of forever is too far away.” He whispered.

“You made me wait for this long. I think you could wait for a little longer.”

“Only a little bit, love. Only for you.”

He stood up, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you to your feet. The sudden motion had you dizzy, head pounding due to the dehydration. He caught you gently, lifting you into his arms, before gently depositing you on the bed. He left light kisses on your forehead, and left with the promise of coming back with water and a little food. 

He walked out of the mechanics wing and back towards the cantina, intent on his mission to get a little food and water into you. 

The whole of black squadron watched him walk in. Poe nodded to them lightly, not knowing exactly what they had been expecting. Apparently it was enough for them, as they turned back towards each other. 

He grabbed a small muffin and a bottle of water, before heading back to your room. He walked into see you asleep on the bed, and he couldn’t help but smile. God, she’s beautiful. 

Poe sat down on the bed, rubbing your arm gently. You opened a bleary eye to see Poe crouched next to you, blocking the moonlight streaming in from the window. He pulled off his shirt, and lifted your head up to get you drink some water, before settling down next to you. You rested your head on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Poe moved under you, pulling his necklace from around his neck and placing it around yours. Your hand immediately migrated to the metal ring strung on the end. Poe froze. What if it’s too soon. He relaxed almost immediately, as your fist closes around his rings.

He relaxed, pushing his nose into your hair. You smiled as he whispered something that he probably only said because he thought you were asleep.

“I love you too."

fin.

buy me a coffee

[dyns33]

Simple

A soulmate Poe Dameron x female reader, because why not ? 

Yet it was simple.

Your soulmate would say the phrase you've had on your arm since birth, the first thing you'll hear from them, and in return you'll respond with the phrase they've had on their arm since birth, the first thing they'll hear from you.

The galaxy being vast, it was not so easy to meet your soulmate, but apart from this space problem, the rule was not complicated.

Y/N had always dreamed of meeting her soulmate. Her sentence was original enough for her to be sure to be in front of the right person when the moment came.

"Let's go, baby, guide me through the stars."

Well, she couldn't really guess in what context her soulmate was going to say this sentence, but she was eager for it to happen, imagining what she was going to answer in return.

It was absolutely not for that that she had engaged in the resistance, nor that she had decided to be in the communications team, which guided the pilots.

To tell the truth, she hadn't even made the connection.

Y/N had joined, because it was the right thing to do, because the Empire had to be fought. And she had ended up in comms, not by choice, but because despite her piloting skills and her desire for justice, she was unable to fire on other ships. It was probably cowardly and selfish, but she didn't want to kill anyone directly. 

Hiding in her little station, she was helping others do it, and she was pretty good at it.

This was probably why she was appointed to support Black Leader during a very important mission.

Black Leader. Poe Dameron. Best pilot of the resistance. The one all men spoke of with admiration, and all women dreamed of at night.

Not Y/N. 

She had never seen him, she had never had the opportunity to talk to him, and while she admitted that the stories she had heard about him were incredible, they were just stories. It was good that he was helping the resistance, but he wasn't the only one.

While she was concentrating after being teased for a long time by the other communication girls who was a little jealous, Y/N suddenly heard a sweet voice in her ears, which made her freeze.

     "Let's go, baby, guide me through the stars."

This moment, she had waited all her life. Really. The most important moment of an existence, which awaited a precise answer.

Hers was to be unable to speak. Paralyzed in her seat, she stared at her screen, staring at the glowing dot that represented Black Leader.

     "Hey oh ? A-8, you copy ?" Poe Dameron asked, both worried and irritated by the lack of response.

It would have been a good time to say something. A second chance. Instead, Y/N took off her helmet, jumped out of her seat, and ran to G-4 to beg her to switch pilots. G-4 was surprised, but too happy to assist Dameron, asked no questions and complied.

The mission was a success, even though Y/N was not at her post, and she was not really concentrated during the following hours.

Why hadn't she said anything ? It was stupid, but finding out that the resistance's best pilot was her soulmate had come as a shock. She didn't know how to react at all.

Poe Dameron had a reputation, in addition to knowing how to fly. Many said he wasn't looking for his soulmate at all, just wanting to have fun.

You shouldn't listen to the stories, but Y/N wondered if it was true. And even if that was wrong, she didn't think he'd be happy to be with a coward who was hiding in comms and not really doing anything to get the win.

She thought she would have time to think, to find a moment to gather courage and talk to him, but as soon as the pilots returned, Black Leader went to the communications room.

Y/N didn't know right away that it was him, since she had never seen him. She only saw a man, tall, quite handsome, dressed in pilots' clothes, followed by a small droid, and visibly furious.

It was the reaction of the other girls, and his voice, that gave her his identity

     "Where's A-8 ?"

Again, she froze, feeling very small in her seat. Quickly, she looked at G-4, who didn't move, then F-7, who felt the panic in her eyes. The comms girls were in solidarity. So F-7 sighed before raising her hand.

     "Yes, Black Leader ?"

     "Why the radio silence ? Why the change of guide ? I could have had problems, and my guys too. You don't change guides in the middle of a mission, never !"

     "Sorry, Black Leader. I felt ill, and I didn't want to jeopardize the mission by misguiding you. But as soon as I saw everything was fine, I took another post."

     "Hmm..." Dameron mumbled, not sounding convinced. "Okay, for this time, but let it be the only one. Did you all hear ?"

     "Yes, Black Leader !" replied all the girls. All, except Y/N.

This time there were questions. No one understood A-8's attitude, even though it could be intimidating to talk to Poe Dameron.

Those who had had this honor before said that he was quite nice, funny, loving to flirt, doing everything for them to have a good time together. It was okay to be shy, but she really had to not do that again.

A good moment. Funnt. Y/N felt bad.

With each of the following missions, Y/N begged F-7 again to take her place. And F-7, even though she found it strange and childish, agreed. It was truly an honor to guide Black Leader. She even had fun flirting with him and bragging about it to others.

This will be several weeks, during which Y/N began to regain her composure, trying to accept the situation and repeating to herself that it is not serious. At least she had met her soulmate, and she could move on.

While she was going to the canteen, a small droid bumped into her legs, before circling her beeping. Y/N spoke a little binary, so she understood that the rascal was trying to escape maintenance.

     "You do not have to be afraid." she said gently, kneeling in front of him to pat his head. "It's important to make sure you're okay, for yourself and for others. Are you a pilot's droid ? More importantly, they..."

     "BB8 ? BB8, where are you ?!"

This voice. Y/N froze, before slowly turning her head towards Poe Dameron who was coming towards her, staring at the droid. His droid.

     "There you are ! Hey, don't hide behind the girl, no ! BB, that's bad. Excuse him, he hates check-ups, that little monster. Yes, you're a little monster. You... I am as nice as that girl, you can't stay with her."

Y/N said nothing, unable to answer. Black Leader seemed to sense her embarrassment.

     "You're in communications, aren't you ?" he asked with a charming smile. "I recognize the uniform. We may have flown together before ? I often have A-8 at the moment, she's not bad. I had heard a lot of good things about her, but I'm a little disappointed. Our first time together... She wasn't very professional."

Y/N still said nothing.

     "I mean, she's fine. I understand that the mission was stressful. And even if it's stupid, it's stressful to guide me. But we have a job to do, and we have to do it, seriously. She is really not  serious. I should change my comm, I think. I will ask the general. Would you guide me ?"

The only response Y/N could give was a nod, before fleeing, leaving the pilot and his droid in the middle of the corridor, intrigued.

After that, it was announced that Black Leader was asking for a change of comm. Then another. Then another. He seemed to want to talk to all the girls in the communications department at least once. Absolutely all of them.

And when it was impossible for Y/N to switch places with anyone again, she panicked. Her first solution was to say she was sick, too bad. But she couldn't stay sick forever. So she went to talk to General Organa.

     "You want to change assignments ?"

     "Yes, General. Originally, I was supposed to be a pilot, and although communication is important, I think I could help in mechanics, or elsewhere."

     "Hmm. And that has nothing to do with a certain pilot you've been avoiding for a month ?"

     "I... I don't know what you mean ?"

     "No ? He told me about your little chase. He thought it was funny at first, but now he doesn't understand your attitude. He wonders if he did something wrong, A-8."

He knew. From the start, he knew. Oh, not that they were soulmates, but that she had been avoiding him for weeks.

     "If Black Leader did something, tell me." said General Organa calmly.

     "He... He said my sentence."

"Ah. I see. And you didn't answer, because ?"

     "... He's Black Leader. The best pilot in the resistance... who isn't looking for anything serious."

     "I've heard the rumours. Dameron likes to have fun, it's true. He loves to talk, laugh, and flirt. But the rest of it, if you ask him, it's just baseless gossip. It's a romantic idiot. He's looking forward to his soulmate, though he's too proud to admit it. I think he's waited long enough, right ? Unless you really want to change assignments, I won't oppose it."

Y/N hesitated. After all that had happened, he might be angry. He would probably be disappointed. But he had a right to know, so she accepted the next mission with Black Leader.

Sitting at her post, she took a deep breath before turning on the comms.

     "A-8, glad you're back with us after your illness, hope you're feeling better." Dameron sneered into her helmet.

     "... Thank you, I'm like BB, I don't really like check ups."

There was a silence. A long silence. She had spoken without thinking, not wondering if that would be the right sentence, only finding that it was the right thing to answer.

Beeps were heard, and a growl.

     "Yeah, I know BB, I got it. A-8, I need to focus, but can we meet when I get back ? Please ?"

Poe Dameron was not known for saying 'please'. Y/N couldn't say no to him. They were very professional during the rest of the mission, not talking at all about what had happened. And when the pilots returned, Y/N was standing in the hangar.

Seeing her, Black Leader jumped out of his cockpit without waiting to come quickly towards her. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, his face totally impassive.

     "First question, your name."

     "Oh. Y/N."

     "Great. Poe, delighted. Second question, are we what I think we are ?" he asked, standing in front of her.

     "... I think so."

     "Okay. Third question, why ? Why the radio silence ?"

     "I… I was surprised. And then… I thought you'd be disappointed. People say you're not looking for anything serious."

     "People are stupid and don't know me at all, just the guy on the propaganda posters. Besides, I think you're cute, and I've heard a lot of good things about your work. Knowing that, would you have responded ?"

     "... Yes, I can imagine ?"

     "So I'm not rejected ?"

     "What ? No ! Not at all ! I thought… I thought you were going to reject me.”

     "Okay." Poe said simply before kissing her without waiting, in front of everyone.

Some cheered, others were a bit jealous, while the comms girls finally understood their colleague's attitude. Of course, the best pilot and the best guide were made to be together. Two idiots.

     "Beep beep !"

     "What ?" Poe muttered, watching his droid push him again and again, getting between him and Y/N. "No, I... How come it's my turn for maintenance ? What are you talking about ?"

     "I haven't really had maintenance." Y/N whispered. "I lied, BB."

     "Beep beep !"

     "It hurts Y/N, very badly. My heart is bleeding. Me, who spent almost all my free time at the nurse to find someone who didn't like check-ups, I feel stupid."

     "Beep !"

     "Thanks, BB. We'll check up together if you want."

     "Beep beep."

     "I speak some binary, what we do or don't do together is nobody's business." Y/N said trying not to be embarrassed by the language used by droid.

     "Excuse him, I told you, he's a little monster. I raised him better than that though."

This made her laugh, relaxing the atmosphere completely, even if BB8 had already somewhat succeeded in helping the two ridiculous humans to stop their stupidity. Even if the kiss wasn't completely nonsense, just Poe who was going a little too fast.

Y/N's laugh made her soulmate smile, who seemed as relieved as her by the situation. All was well, all was perfectly well, simple, a pilot and his comm, soulmates, who fought for peace.

[arysbruv]

Found

After years of not seeing each other, you had finally gotten over Poe Dameron, that is until he has to ruin it by suddenly appearing back into your life after smashing your heart into pieces. Yet, there’s someone different about him.

Pairings: poe dameron x readee

Warnings and whatnots: Reconciliation. Friends to lovers. Slight angst, fluff in the end.

Continuation of Gone <- read this first!!

It had been years since you left the resistance to go back to your home planet. After practically getting your heart stomped on by the guy you thought you actually had a chance with, you decided to leave and live a nice contemporary life in the countryside as a healer and medic.

You were quite content with your life, having rebuilt old relationships with old friends. You were finally moving on with life.

Poe, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He didn’t seem to be able to get you off his mind and it dismayed him. He wanted to find you. He had half the mind to just quit the resistance and try to find you, apologise for whatever he had done and hope you’d accept him. Yet, he couldn’t . War was still on the brink of happening so why leave now?

“Dameron.” A voice calls out to him. He looks up from his thumbs. He hums, realising he had just blurred out at the thought of you again in the meeting.

“Did you hear what I said?” Leia asked. Poe clears his throat, embarrassed that he hadn’t. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I want you, Rey and Finn to go to The Elder World and find the Healer of the countryside.”

Poe agrees, not that there was much he can do anyway. Yet, a part of him lit up as he heard of the place he was supposed to go to.

The Elder World.

That was your home planet. He wondered if this person that he had to meet, they would know you.

So there he was, finally landing in the heavy forest next to the countryside of The Elder World. Finn pats his shoulder as they begin to walk to town. Everyone here was supposed to be in support of the resistance, so no need to be that wary.

They had asked around, trying to find this so called healer. Poe seemed intrigued by this person and eventually they were led to a little cottage near the outskirts of town. It was beautiful and charming. Poe looks at Rey and Finn, nervousness starting to consume him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nervous?

Rey knocks on the door, and a tall boy opens it. Was this the healer?

Poe looks up at him, he felt a tinge of sadness envelop him. He was stupid for hoping that the person who would answer was you.

On the other side of the door though, you could hear your brother talk to someone. You fix up your dress and go to the front door, wiping your eyes that had dark eyebags beneath them. You were tired, but happy.

“Yes? How may I assist you? Broken bones? Bleeding? Coughs?” You ask, as you approach the door, not entirely looking at your patients. You stop in your tracks as you realise who was in front of you.

Poe’s eyes widen as he sees you. Rey and Finn look at each other before staring back at you. Poe pushes away your brother and immediately lines to hug you. You were enveloped by him. His hug was tight, and compressing. You didn’t hug him back immediately but you finally put your arms back around him.

You pull away, a feeling of longing still present in your heart. You shake the thought away. Why was he here? After everything, here he was in front of you. After getting your broken heart finally put back together, he came back to smash the leftovers of your broken heart into smithereens.

Before he could start his sentence, you interjected, “What are all of you doing here?” Rey explains the situation to you. You keep your eyes trained on her, but you could feel Poe staring at you. You shiver under his gaze. You pinch your nose as you think about their problem. “Do you seriously need me?”

“Yes.” Poe answers, too quickly. You ignore him, but sigh.

“Fine. I’ll get my things, but immediately after, I want to go back here.” You emphasise. Poe shrinks as he hears you say that, and a tinge of pity hits your heart but you ignore it, going inside.

Poe follows you in. He tries to talk to you but you decide to ignore him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. He didn’t know you liked him, so why were you so upset at him?

Poe finally caught the hint and left you alone. You were grateful, but a part of you still felt bad. Why did you miss his yapping so much?

The trip back to the resistance’s base would take 3 days, which meant you had to be in an enclosed place with him for three whole days.

The first day was filled with silence. You boarded the Millenium Falcon after waving and saying your goodbyes. You could see Poe cringe every time you hugged or kissed the cheek of your male friends. How odd. When you boarded, Poe had showed you your room, it was awkward with minimal talking from your side. It had been a while since you saw the Millenium Falcon and it was nice to see her back. Poe tried to crack jokes but he stopped after seeing your lack of response. He didn’t flirt with you, which you were happy with. The day went by quietly, with you keeping quietly in your room.

The second day was filled with a bit more talking, though it was mostly silent. Poe didn’t bother you much. He kept to himself and seemed to be avoiding you. You were grateful but didn’t understand. To your knowledge, Poe wasn’t the type to give up. The only time you saw him that day was when you ate.

The third day was the most interesting. It started with hard banging from your door, waking you up.

“Hey, It’s Poe… I want to talk.”

You sigh, before getting up and letting him up. He gives you a shy smile before sitting down at your desk. You gave him an odd look, he normally bee-lined for your bed.

“Yes?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand what I did but please tell me. I hate the fact you’re not talking to me and I’m incredibly sorry. It’s been hard without you and now that you’re here but you don’t want to talk to me… it’s harder. Please, tell me what’s wrong… Why did you leave? Tell me. Tell me so I can get better. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” He bursts out, letting it all out.

You stand, shocked. Your arms cross atop each other, as you watch the man break down in front of you. You were stunned to silence.

“What did I do wrong?” He mutters out to you, finally looking at you.

“You.. you didn’t do anything wrong.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gives you a perplexed look.

“I… I liked you Poe, and I was convinced you liked me too, but I was stupid and it turns out you liked that Zorii girl and I couldn’t just ruin everything so I…”

You didn’t finish your sentence, looking at Poe. Poe processes what you say. “You liked me?”

You didn’t answer him. You looked away.

“Do you… do you still like me?” Poe asks. You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t even answer yourself when you asked yourself the same question.

“Well, that’s a shame… since… I like you too.” Poe says, leaning back. You turn your head back and stare at him.

“What?”

“I like you, but since you don’t like me back then…” Poe says, the same careless smile now back on his smile. You look at him, slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot.” You huff at him.

“I’m being serious. I like you.”

You look at him, and for once, you don’t see the playfulness in his eyes that he always had. It was gone and filled with seriousness.

“Tell me, do you like me back?”

You stared back and a smile crept up your face. A smile that had been gone for so long.

“I like you too Poe.”

[dailyreverie]

Christmas tree farm

A/N: After @reallyrallyauthor sent me this wonderful ask of corgi BB being caried around christmas trees (pictured below) I had to run and write this. Title of course comes from the Taylor Swift song with the same name.

Holiday prompts ⛄ 9. Evergreen tree

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Modern!AU, corgi Beebee (kind of set in the same universe of this fall fic)

Word count: 980

Twinkling lights and the smell of fresh pines danced around your eyes on that cold december day. Your nose began to freeze the second you left the warmth of the car, but after looking around and feeling Poe’s hand find yours, you knew it wasn’t going to be that bad. 

Just as it always goes on every road trip, Poe opens the door of the back seat and the usual ball of fur speeds out, snow flying around Beebee’s chubby body as he ran all around the lot packed with christmas trees. “He could at least help us find a tree.” Poe remarked as his arm settled around your shoulders, keeping the warmth close to your bodies.

“The tree he pees on is the one we take home.” Poe scoffed, pushing your hip with his. 

Finding the perfect Christmas tree had become your tradition. The very first weekend of the month you would drive to the same lot, drink the same mulled wine, and begin your search for the perfect tree.

The two of you wandered through the rows of evergreen trees, the crisp winter air tingling your noses and filling your lungs. Beebee ran ahead, leaving a trail of paw prints in the snow, making sure not one tree was left without inspecting it with his nose. 

Poe squeezed your hand, his breath visible in the chilly air. "You know, Beebee might be onto something with his method,"

“Told ya’, the one he pees on…” You chuckled, leaning into him.

“I know we always find the best tree but this time I want it to be special, bigger, fresher.” You looked up at him when he stopped talking, his eyes busy scanning the trees. The twinkling lights above shined warmly against his skin, letting you admire his profile in a silent appreciation, his head clearly going through a thousand thoughts as it always goes, even when it came to choosing a pine tree.

“And why is that?” You asked, even though you knew the answer; and he knew you knew, the way he turned to look at you told you so, with a soft smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Y’know…” All of a sudden he got shy, sliding down his arm from your shoulder to hold your hand instead - your left hand, the one that held the ring he gave you right on your fourth knuckle. Poe toyed with it, his mother’s ring had never looked so beautiful as it looked on you. “Years from now we are going to remember this year as the year. The year we got engaged, when we started the rest of our lives. I want our Christmas to be just as perfect as the rest of the year has been.”

“Of course is going to be perfect.” You stopped, stepping in front of him to hold his face with your gloved hands. “It’s the year we got engaged, after all.” Your twist on his reasoning made him chuckle, his hands pulling you even closer to him by your waist, letting his lips crash against yours. The cold air seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Poe's embrace. As you broke the kiss, you couldn't help but smile at the realization that, with him, every moment felt special.

A distant bark broke you from your haze, and as you turn to find where it was coming from, yuou spotted Beebee standing proudly beside a tree, tail wagging, and a suspicious puddle of liquid right next to the trunk. The tree was gorgeous: tall, full of thick branches, and the most lovely smell coming from it. Poe bent down to ruffle the furry head, laughing. “Looks like we found the tree.” He confirmed. “You were right after all.”

“I’m always right, you should know that by now.” You winked, earning a quick peck from Poe before he disappeared to find someone who could help you pack up the tree.

Not long after it was all set, the tree was on the roof of your car and you had bought a few local snacks for the ride back in the small hut close by. It was there were you spotted Beebee, comfortably curled up in a ball right next to a heater. “No! Come on, Beebs!” Poe encouraged him, patting his leg to lure him out. “It’s time to go.”

“I don’t think he’s coming, love.” From behind his shoulder, you spot Beebee already falling asleep. “He’s cold, the poor guy.” You coo at him, his tail instantly wagging at the baby voice you save only for him. You don’t give it a second thought when you reach under him and carry him in your arms, his fluffy body cozily snuggling against your arms as you begin your walk back to your car.

"Looks like someone has found his cozy spot," Poe chuckled at Beebee's apparent protest against wanting to be back in the cold. “My cozy spot.”

You cradled Beebee in your arms, his fur warm against your gloves, and you couldn't help but share a tender glance with Poe. "Well, he deserves a little break, doesn't he?" As you made your way back to the car, Poe opened the door for you, and you gently placed Beebee on the back seat, ensuring he was comfortable. The small dog curled up, his eyes drooping as he nestled into a makeshift bed of blankets and coats.

Poe trapped you against the door and his body when he closed the door, a playful smile on his face as he kept closing the distance more and more. “You know, I am cold too.”

🎄❄️🚀🎄❄️🚀🎄❄️🚀🎄❄️🚀🎄❄️🚀🎄❄️🚀

“Oh, sweetheart.” You coo at Poe too, who’s eyes lit up a little bit too much alike to Beebee’s. You can’t help but kiss him, soft and sweet, reminding him what he already knows: “You’ll get all the warmth when we get home.” 

"A Christmas we won't forget, isn't it?" Poe chuckled against your lips and kissed you again, deeper this time, wanting to remember that kiss forever.

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

[kylo-wrecked]

Name: Ben.

Nickname(s): Occasionally, a friend, a foe, or a love interest will call him Benji or Benny. Obviously, all Bens are united in their hatred of this.

Relationship Status: Verse dependent. Modern!Ben's articulated the words 'I love you' to but one other.

Gender: Cis male.

Romantic Orientation: Exploring or unsure.

Preferred Pet Names: Music!Ben will call you 'baby' if he hates you.

Opinion on True Love: All Bens believe true love exists... but maybe not for hims.

Opinion on Love at First Sight: Music!Ben thinks he's fallen in love at first sight many, many times. Modern!Ben is somehow more suspicious. Ex!Con Ben has never looked another person in the eye (Jk, he's not a believer) and Smuggler!Ben...

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: He's unpracticed, not unromantic.

Edited for E.: Music!Ben can charm the pants off anyone but I still don’t think that makes him a ‘romantic.’

Ideal Physical Traits: This one is tricky because mun struggles to understand what makes one physical trait more desirable than another :') but we shall try.

Based on copious evidence, mun believes Bens generally prefer longer hair for [women/femmes], short to medium curls for [men/mascs], notable thighs (strong, long, or thick), or other limbs and extremities (Smuggler!Ben). Striking eyes, chest hair for [men/mascs], a nice smile, a brazen or unique laugh (for Music!Ben especially, laughter is physical). Scars and other proof of life.

Because he's 6'4", he prefers his partners tall, but because he's 6'4", he invariably accepts smol.

Ideal Personality Traits: If he likes you, be yourself. All of yourself, preferably, because he's greedy.

All Bens find humility attractive in a person. Music!Ben covets meanness and whatever he interprets as power today. Let's not think about tomorrow.

Unattractive Physical Traits: We're struggling again, and that's okay.

Redubbing this part 'least desired observable characteristics.'

Shaved or bleached brows, dreads on heads where they don't belong, notable cosmetic alterations (Music!Ben specific), literal body language (Smuggler!Ben specific), worm physique (Smuggler!Ben specific), problem skin.

Unfortunately, Music!Ben can veer on fat-phobic (he's certainly weight-conscious himself) and Modern!Ben thinks women should shave their legs for him or something ridiculous like that. Not that he'd ever say it. (Dirty fingernails are fine by him, though. The more, the merrier.)

Unattractive Personality Traits: ☝️ Do not lie to him.

Ideal Date: bullets? Bullets.

Modern!Ben: movie/museum and dinner, in that order, because post-movie/museum-going conversations reveal much about a person.

Music!Ben: goes from 1 to 111. He's not dating you; he met you someplace awful and will never leave you alone again. Hint: He's never the dumper, always the dumped.

Ex-Con!Ben: Somewhere quiet, outdoors, away from the public eye. Said date must make it clear to Ben that he's on a date, or else he'll be utterly lost.

Smuggler!Ben: kidnapped Poe Dameron once—and it was awesome.

Do They Have a Type?: Bens are often attracted to sensitive, mysterious persons... or people who 'yell' at hims (Music!Ben, Smuggler!Ben).

Average Relationship Length: Six inches. One to two years.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: Smush-

Commitment Level: Fluctuates. Bens are serious about those they care for, but.

Ah, the various buts.

Opinion of Public Affection:

Modern!Ben: Outlook good/You may rely on it.

Music!Ben: Don't count on it/My sources say no.

Ex-Con!Ben: ???/Ask again later.

Smuggler!Ben: *loudly in the cantina* —we're NOT married?!

Past Relationships?:

Modern!Ben: Has entered two serious relationships. The first was young and short-lived. The second ended in California. She cheated on him, and he has never recovered.

Music!Ben: Sadly. And before then, a fling with Rey, which he fucked up beautifully. And before, after, and somewhere in between, a thing with Armitage (verse dependent). It wasn't a romance, but it was certainly something.

Ex-Con!Ben: Nope.

Smuggler!Ben: Verse dependent but primarily occupied with and committed to Not Dying Between Now and Centaxday.

tagged by:// @godresembled <3 thank you, fren, for the much-needed distraction during my moving frenzy.

tagging:// anymun who hasn't already done this meme and wants to share~

singling out, @valkxrie, @debelltio, @itmeanspeace, @themckaytriarchy, @ofthestcrs (muse of choice), @certifiably-i (muse of choice), @ifyoucatchacriminal (muse of choice). @etoilebleu (muse of choice eris).

[hoedamn-eron]

poe dameron - public

Kinktober Day 2 - Public

Warnings: 18+, minors, DNI. Public sex. Small, tiny, breeding kink. Swearing. Word count: 1,079 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Based on this ask I received.

Day 1 ● Series Masterlist ● Day 3

It probably wasn’t the best place to have sex.

Or the smartest.

But you and Poe had just found out he was going on a dangerous mission, and he was going to be gone for a while. Emotions were high, so much so that you were tempted to tell him not to go, but you know he wouldn’t listen to you. You had both tried to keep yourselves busy, keeping your minds off of the unanswered questions. But now it was the end of the day, and honestly, this was the first time you’d found yourselves alone together since this morning.

And the tall stack of wooden crates in the abandoned hangar was just too tempting.

So here you were, laying naked on an old blanket, the only shield you had from the cold floor, Poe thrusting into you at a lazy but precise pace. You were sure you were still crying, but now they were tears of pure fucking bliss, instead of sadness. You just needed him to be with you. He’d already made you cum so much, that you’d lost count, but he wasn’t stopping; and although you’re desperately overstimulated, so much so that you’re not sure when your orgasms are ending or starting, you can’t find it in yourself to stop. You can’t.

You need him.

The worry of anyone walking by and catching you both in such a compromising position was melting away bit by bit with every grind Poe gave against your sweet spot. But still, you try and keep quiet. You force yourself to be quiet but Poe just feels so good, with the way he’s fucking into you, the way he’s holding onto you, and Maker, the things he’s muttering into your ear has you whining desperately.

“I’ll come back, baby.”

“Fuck,” you cry, your head tilting back as you feel another orgasm building. Maker, how does he not need to cum yet? How hopeless are you?

“I’ll come back, and we’ll get married, okay? I can’t stand not being married to you anymore.”

Your pussy throbs against him as he continues to hit that spot that make your legs shake from their place wrapped around his waist. You let out a moan of his name as he meets your lips in an urgent but tender kiss, his tongue practically making love into your mouth. You clenched around him again, causing him to groan against your lips before he buried his head into your neck.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Poe groaned. “Gonna get you full of me until you’re leaking.”

His lips trace along your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. You’re a mess.

You feel the familiar feeling swell again, your orgasm building suddenly, his cock slowly rocking into you still. You make a long and loud anguished whine into the hangar, where it echoes around you just as loud; there was no way no-one heard that, but you don’t care. You’re clutching hard at his shoulders as you cum, and oh Maker, it’s explosive. Stars are dancing before you and you feel yourself floating, shivers racing up and down your spine as you clamp down hard on his cock. Poe’s lips immediately claims your own again as you rock your hips against him, prolonging the burning pleasure for as long as possible. You can’t help but sob in exhilaration, and a low groan of satisfaction falls from Poe’s mouth as he bites at your bottom lip lightly.

“Gonna put a ring on that finger, baby,” he mumbles, as if you just hadn’t almost blacked out from cumming. His hips start to pick up the pace from the slow and steady movements he’d been torturing you with.

Finally.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful, can’t wait to marry you.”

“Poe,” you moan, your abused and swollen cunt swallowing him easily from your slick. “Please…”

“We can settle down and have a family,” he says. It’s as if he can’t hear your pleads and begs for him. “You’ll look so beautiful pregnant with our kids, just you fucking wait.”

“Poe…baby, you need to cum. Please cum for me, please, please, please…” you beg him, actually beg him, tears still streaming down your cheeks as you look up at him.

“Oh fuck,” Poe grit out, his gaze darkening as he takes you in; a mess beneath him, your eyes watery, cheeks red, you look amazing. Poe rests his forehead against yours as his hips pick up a punishing, reckless pace into you. “That’s it, honey, fuck…so good for me.”

“Poe – “

You barely get out another plea before Poe give two hard thrusts, and he empties his load deep inside of you. You let out a final, weak, high-pitched whine as you feel him still above you, his hips pushed against yours as much as possible, as if he wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could. Poe was giving you so many breathy praises, but you weren’t fully sure what he was saying. All you could tell was that his cock was lightly twitching inside of you, your clenching pussy milking him for all he was worth. With a final groan from the sated man above you, Poe collapses on top of you, using his arms to support himself as not to crush you.

Then, suddenly, all was quiet. You both lay there panting, your breathing laboured, the delicious ache starting to settle in your thighs and hips, still wrapped around Poe.

“Is it safe to come in now?”

You both tense at the familiar voice. Your eyes widen as you and Poe look at each other from your place still hidden behind the crates. You cover your mouth in shame as Poe sucks in his lips to stop the laughter from bubbling within his chest. “Yep. Sorry, Finn, buddy.”

“S’all right…maybe next time you can actually make it to your room and not do it in the hangar?” Finn’s voice called. “Because me and…six other Resistance members now need to take a Light Saber to our ears.”

“Noted,” Poe replied, an amused lilt to his voice. “Sorry again!”

“We’ll give you a few minutes to…get yourselves together,” Rey called, before the sound of giggling was heard, and then the hangar falls into silence again.

Poe looks back down at you, where you’re sure he could see the warmth of embarrassment in your face. “We’re never doing this again.”

Poe merely gives you an amused snort before bursting into laughter.

[laceswan]

Until I See You Again

Poe Dameron x fem!reader

established relationship, fluff, mild angst C/W: mild swearing

Poe had some extra time after a mission and flies over to Naboo to see a certain someone.

They were making wonderful time. It was a simple mission, and in all honesty, Poe could probably have done it alone. It was simply to infiltrate a First Order moon base of Naboo, and get a little bit of info. In and out, easy. But, Leia had decided it would be done with a group, so here he was, landing a ship full of exhausted and sleeping rebels. They wouldn’t be awake until morning, and didn’t need to be back for a while. So tonight, he was going to do his own thing. Normally, he would have been likewise tired, and he was, but that exhaustion was overridden with excitement and anticipation. The First Order had taken Naboo, but it was a big planet, they couldn’t have full control over all of it. There was no way they would even bother looking in a big field of inordinately tall grass for a resistance ship that just happened to be resting for the night. And that field of tall grass happened to be on the edges of a little town that the Order didn’t care to heavily police. It wasn’t nearly consequential enough to warrant such energy. Too far from the capital, too small of a population, no one important. No one important to them at least. But for Poe, the most important person in the world lived somewhere on the edge the town, in a small cottage and a decently sized garden. So, with an unnaturally large smile for such a tired face, he walked out of the ship and towards the house he hadn’t seen in far too long. As he got closer, he could see a silhouette in the window, moving about. And as he walked closer to the door he could hear the voice he so dearly missed. She was singing, not loud, but loud enough to be heard just outside. He hadn’t heard that beautiful voice in so long, and my did he miss it. Breathing became a task, his pulse was roaring in his chest, but the smile didn’t leave, only joined by a little water in his eyes. Everything was familiar here, even the sound of the wood as he knocked. Whether the singing stopped or just got quieter, he couldn’t tell, but it was certainly done by the time the door opened. And for a moment, the world was still. Crickets were quiet, the wind fell asleep, nothing dared move. Her eyes were wide, frozen in simple shock and a touch of disbelief.

“Poe?”

She reached a hand forward. It found its place caressing his cheek, finally registering that he was really there. And not a moment later, she was pressed against him, her arms wrapped tightly and face pressed crying into his shoulder. He was gentle as he pulled her closer, speaking quietly so too.

“I’m here,”

They stayed like that for a while, soaking in all that they could of this one moment. Her warmth, her fragrance, the slight pressure of her body on his, he missed it, and only in having it back for this moment did he realize just how much.

“So… we gonna stand in the doorway forever of are we gonna inside?”

Her giggle was muffled, but he could feel her smile as she stayed close. Once the door was closed, the two of them sat down, not entirely knowing what to do. They did stay practically glued to the other, touch-starved and unwilling to let go. Eventually, (y/n) regained some semblance of cognitive function.

“What are you doing here? Wh-why are you here? Nothing… nothing’s changed, why did you come back?”

All of her questions came rapidly tumbling out of mouth, falling in jumbled pieces onto the floor. Poe wanted just to hold her tighter and say he missed her, but that’s not what she was asking.

“We had a mission nearby, had some extra time. I figured I would come and visit.”

She tried to hide her disappointment, for she knew there was nothing that could be done. They were doing the best they could with that which was given.

“How long can you stay?”

“Just ‘till morning, then we have to go back to base. I know it’s not very long-“

“No, it’s ok,”

There was a subtle, loving warmth in her gaze as she spoke.

“It’s better than nothing.”

Poe could feel his heart breaking. He had never felt this strong a desire to throw caution to the wind and just stay on Naboo, with her. But as much as he wanted to, the war was still very much active, and he knew he needed to at least try, do whatever he could to make the world better. And she knew it too. So neither of them said a thing. Something could be heard by the door, a banging of sorts

“Shhhiiiitt-“

Poe very quickly rose from where he was sitting, rushing to the door and opening it with haste. (Y/n) quickly followed, asking all reasonable questions.

“Poe, whats’s going on? Does the order-“

His head snapped around and was soon followed by his body, which had been previously fiddling with the lock. He placed his hands tight on her arms and gave her a little smile.

“No. Definitely not, I made sure of that. We’ll be safe.”

“So who’s on the other side of the door?”

Poe said nothing, just smirked and turned back around to open the door. On the other side was a little droid, white and orange, and all too familiar. She dropped to the ground at seeing him, smiling wide and hugging the droid.

“Beebs!”

“He was following me, I guess we shut the door on him.”

A series of beeps and boops caused (y/n) to laugh.

“Yeah, he sounds pretty steamed.”

“Eh, he’ll get over it.”

The three of them settled back inside the house, enjoying what little time they had.

The night passed quickly, in a mixture of chatting, dancing, and kissing, catching up on the life that they hadn’t gotten to live together for so long. The two of them lied down to sleep, still cuddled up close. It was incredible to have her in his arms, to finally know she was safe and happy.

“Darling,”

She hummed in response, prompting him to continue

“I love you so much, you know that?”

Her small laugh echoed on his chest.

“Yeah, you’ve said it a lot tonight. And for the record, I love you too.”

She rose from her position ever so slightly to look him in the eyes.

“I love you so much.”

(Y/n) woke in the morning, with a distinct lack of warmth. The spot beside her on the bed was vacant, clearly previously occupied, but no longer. He had left already. She sunk into her body, not quite sad, just a little dreary. He was gone already and he didn’t even say goodbye. She wasn’t angry, she couldn’t be. He was out, fighting for a better life, for both of them. He was doing what she wished she had the courage to do. But the warmth in her heart, the butterflies in the cage of her ribs, they were so bright just a few hours earlier. When the sky was dark and the crickets and cicadas buzzed, she had so much joy. And it wasn’t totally gone. Or maybe she didn’t want it to be. But there was no denying that something was missing from her heart. A gaping hole that she’d grown used to in recent months. But last night, she had felt it again. A drop of water after ages in the desert, just to return to the sand and heat. And with this hole in her heart, she curled into a small lump of empty sadness, within a cocoon of sheets and blankets that still smelled like him. She could still hear his footsteps, walking about the house alongside the droid.

“(Y/n)? Everything alright?”

She snapped up, half out of spite, just to prove to herself that it wasn’t real, that she was seeing things. But there he was, standing with a glass of water in hand, and the droid by his side. In a flash, she was out of the bed and bounding across the room towards him. Her arms made their way over his shoulders, her body pressed flush against his. She clutched him like he was the only thing in the world, like her life depended on it. He was startled to say the least.

“(Y/n)?”

“I thought you left,”

He wrapped his arms around her in solidarity and understanding. The war had done so much to them, to their whole world. There had been many times in which Poe had woken up, in his shitty Resistance cot, in a daze. He thought, for just a moment, that she had been there. That the pillow between his arms was her, and that he was home. But then his gaze would clear, he would look around, and reality would be all the more devastating.

“You didn’t even say goodbye-“

And again, he could feel his heart breaking.

“Oh darling…” he cooed.

“I would never,”

She hummed, nuzzling further into his chest.

The two of them slowly made their way to the kitchen, not really saying anything. There was a bag on the table, one that held a bit of food (y/n) recognized from her refrigerator. He was planning to eat on the ship.

“Do you have to go?”

Poe looked to his feet, struggling to spit out the words he wished weren’t true.

“I think so, yeah.”

“Ok.”

She went to put on day clothes and then walked to the door, where she found Poe and BB-8 waiting.

“Let me walk you to your ship.”

They walked hand in hand out the door. Around the back of the house and out toward the field, they walked, slowly and full of hesitation. Poe closed his eyes for a moment. He soaked in all he could of home. The warm breeze, the smell of the flowers in her garden, the sun on his skin, and of course, her hand in his. They arrived at the ship in little time, where they saw some orange-clad pilot waiting.

“Where were you all night, huh lover boy? Not even a note?”

“Sorry man. Couldn’t exactly wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. C’mon. We gotta get back.”

The pilot walked back into the ship, leaving just (y/n) and Poe, lying in wait. For once, the ever optimistic and witty pilot was downtrodden, unsure of how to continue, and far too saddened to try.

“I guess this is goodbye.”

(y/n) was silent, considering his words with care.

“No, I don’t think so. I think it’s until I see you again. ‘Cause we will.”

“Hmm. Okay, until I see you again.”

He kissed her forehead before cupping her face in his hands.

“It’ll all be over one day. I promise.”

“I know. I’ll see you then.”

Both of them had tears welling in their eyes as they pressed together, kissing for what was hopefully not the last time.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So so much.”

With a final kiss, Poe walked onto the ship. He looked back to see her, wiping tears from her eyes as she backed up. He had taught her to do so long before the war, to avoid getting debris in her eyes. He felt his heart swell with joy, a bit of pride, but mostly sorrow. And he too wiped a tear or two away, watching as home got smaller and smaller. But he would be back, one day.

Until I see you again, darling.

[slytherinbarnes]

back to you

pairings: established relationship!poe dameron x reader, kylo ren x reader

warnings: pwp, smut (18+), language, cheating, recreational drug usage

word count: 3.4k

summary: what happens when your rational thoughts get locked away, leaving only your inhibitions?

author’s note: this is based loosely on a bucky barnes miniseries i wrote on a previous blog (props to you if you know the og!) and it kinda popped into my head while I was working on my choose your own ending star wars series! 

Your eyes sweep over the lowly lit underground club, searching for any familiar faces. 

The crowd of people gathered near the all droid band is thick, and it seems to sway and move in time with the heavy beat thundering through the room. You toss back the neon green drink in your hand, nearly sighing in relief at the acidic burn sliding down your throat, your mind grateful to focus on anything other than the disaster of a mission you just returned from. 

Poe was furious at the way you risked your life to save a family from the clutches of the First Order, but you couldn't help it. It had happened almost entirely on instinct, some silent force guiding you to them before your brain even caught on to what you were doing. He and Leia gave you an earful when you got back to the hidden Resistance base, and Poe had stormed off in the end, heading straight for the hangar, the way he always did. He was in the cockpit of his X-wing and in the sky before you could even finish calling out his name. 

You didn’t mean to end up here, in one of the seediest spots in the galaxy, but old habits die hard. You spent most of your teenage years in this very same spot, wrapped up in backdoor business deals and illegal weapons trading after you fell in love with the wrong girl. It was too easy to fall into her lifestyle, to make a million credits in back rooms with all the wrong people, then blow a quarter of it in a single night at bars just like this one. You learned how to find the best underground spots with the worst types of people, and Sasha loved you for it.

But that war years ago, and you thought you left places like this behind when you joined the Resistance. Guess you were wrong. 

You feel a drink nudge your hand, and you turn to look over your shoulder at the bartender, a glowing blue drink in his orange hand, held out to you. “From the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

You take the drink, turning to look at the figure hunched over in the seat at the end of the bar. He’s in all black, his face shrouded in shadows, and you raise the glass to him in a toast, tossing it back in one swallow without another thought. You feel the liquid warm your body as it moves through you, and you feel your mind sink deeper into your inhibitions, shutting the door to your rational thoughts. 

The droid band near the center of the room changes songs, the sound turning to something fast and bass heavy, the crowd getting excited by the change. You feel yourself heading to the dance floor, your body already moving to the beat of the song. You lift your hands above your head, smiling and throwing your head back as you sway to the music, forgetting everything that happened earlier in the day. 

The band transitions to a different song, the beat slowing down and the bass thrumming beneath your feet. You close your eyes and sway your hips, letting the music move through you and take over. You feel yourself start to get thirsty, and you tell yourself that you’ll head to the bar at the end of the song, but salvation comes in the form of a tall man dressed in all black. 

“Thirsty?”

You look up at him, getting a better look at the face that was previously hidden in the shadows. A scar runs over his right eye and down his cheek, and his dark hair brushes his broad shoulders. His large hand is holding a drink out to you, this one a dark red color. You take the drink with a smile of thanks, the rim of the glass coated in something spicy, making the drink burn even more as it moves down your throat. 

You hand the drink back to the man, and he looks you up and down. Normally, you’d shrink under a gaze so intense, but the drinks in your system have you confident, your body still unconsciously swaying to the beat of the music. 

“Open your mouth.”

The rational thoughts bang on the door, begging to be heard, but your inhibitions are strong and loud, and you open your mouth like the man asks, completely unconcerned as he presses a pill to your tongue, his finger dragging over your lip as he pulls it from your mouth. You see him put a pill on his own tongue as the one in your mouth dissolves quickly, something sweet mixed in to mask the bitter taste of spice. 

It hits you quickly; your whole body feels light and warm, and the music is no longer just moving through you, it’s a part of you. It’s in your head and in your bones and it moves you on its own, swaying your body around and moving you closer to the tall man. His hands reach out to pull you closer, your back pressed to his front, his hips bumping against you as you grind into him. 

You feel him everywhere that you feel the music, his scent wrapped around you as you move in tandem. You feel a sheen of sweat across your forehead, but you aren’t bothered by it, too focused on the sensations building within you. There’s a warm fire growing in the base of your stomach, electric pulses running up your spine as you start to grow hotter. It takes you far too long to recognize it as the burn of arousal, your mind too focused at first on the sensations of pleasure that it brings you. 

The man’s hands are running up your body, over your abdomen and up to your breast, his fingers skating along the edge of your tank and brushing the tops of your breasts. His head is dipped so his mouth is near your neck, his warm breath spreading across your neck as you move in sync. You feel his arousal at your back, and you make yourself taller so you can grind against it, eliciting a moan that is breathed across your neck. The sensation sends a tingle down your spine and right between your legs, and you feel the man adjust his height so your butt is pressed against him. 

You grind against his erection, eyes closed as you take in the soft moans he breaths across your neck before his mouth dips to kiss the sensitive skin there. He nips at you, his tongue instantly swiping across the spot to soothe the pain and stoke the fire burning within you. You turn your head towards him, using one of your hands to lift his chin and envelope his mouth in a kiss, and his tongue is in your mouth almost as soon as your lips touch. You’re ashamed to say that you don’t think of Poe once; you’re too wrapped up in this man and the music and how they’re making you feel. 

The man spins you around in his arms, turning you to face him, his mouth devouring yours as soon as you’ve turned around. His hands continue roaming your body, one of them sliding beneath your shirt to touch the skin of your stomach. His hand moves towards your breast slowly, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him, but you never do. And when his fingers grasp your nipple and give it a small pinch, you moan into his mouth, the nerves in your body lighting you up with arousal. The spice pill he gave you has awakened every single cell in your body, each sensation feeling more powerful than the last, and you want nothing more than to lose yourself completely. 

You grab the man’s erection as his teeth grasps onto your lower lip, and you pull away slowly, suppressing a moan as your lip slips from his teeth. “Take me somewhere.”

He gives you a smirk, understanding what you’re asking, and it seems unusually playful on his serious face. He pulls his hand out of your shirt and takes your hand in his, leading you towards the bar so he can grab his cloak. He tugs you down a dark hallway, stopping to turn and press your back into the wall and kiss you. Your hands and mouth are hungry, roaming, trying to take in as much of him as you can and he lets out a little laugh when he finally pulls away. 

He clasps the cloak around his neck and tugs a black scarf from the inside pocket, placing it around your neck and tugging it over your head and across your face to protect you from the air outside. You’re grateful for it, because the wind is strong when he tugs you outside, the air dry and sandy, tossing sharp particles around and around. You hadn’t brought anything with you, because you never intended to end up here, and you remember the many nights you and Sasha would stumble out of this same door, drunk and unprotected, the sand leaving scratches all over you both. 

The man leads you around the corner to one of the many hotels in the area, just another seedy location to conduct illegal or illicit activities, just like you’re about to do now. He pulls you into the first hotel you cross paths with, straight into a brightly lit lobby and a too small front desk. The man digs in his pockets for the required credits while the creature behind the desk finds a key, and you reach out for the man, unable to keep your hands off of him as the drinks and spice flow through your veins. 

You haven’t once stopped to think about who could’ve seen you in the club or in this hotel; and you know the man in front of you hasn’t either. Few people would recognize him without the black mask he wears or the modulator that changes his voice. You tug the scarf away from your mouth and lean forward to kiss Kylo’s neck in the way that you know he likes. The creature behind the counter takes his credits and passes him a key, and Kylo’s hand goes to your throat, squeezing lightly as he guides your mouth to meet his. His tongue sweeps into your mouth and fights with yours before he pulls away and leads you down the hall to the room number attached to the key. 

He unlocks the door and swings it open, pulling you into his arms as he lets the door fall shut behind him, and he turns you to press your back into it. The wait to the hotel was clearly excruciating for you both, because Kylo tugs the scarf off of you, one hand held around your throat and the other underneath your shirt again, playing with your breasts. You reach up and tug off his cloak and his shirt, both of you pulling away for a second to get the shirt over his head before your lips collide in a kiss once more. 

Your hands roam over his bare chest, his skin warm and muscles tight, and you moan when his mouth drops to your neck and nips and sucks at your skin. You feel yourself grow hot, every part of you alive and involved in this moment, and it almost feels like too much, just kissing him. 

Kylo pulls away from you to tug off your shirt, and he drops and pulls your left nipple into his mouth, making you moan. His other hand plays with your right breast, teasing the nipple and sending zaps of arousal to your core. You reach out and palm Kylo’s erection, smiling when he thrusts into your hand, searching for friction. Your hands grab his waistband and tug his pants down, almost moaning when his dick springs free. He kicks his shoes off and pants free and you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, grabbing his dick and licking up his shaft before pulling him into your mouth. 

You look up and lock eyes with Kylo, and he moans at the eye contact as you bob on his dick. His right hand moves to your hair, fisting into it and guiding himself deeper into your mouth, and you suppress the urge to gag. He moans as he watches you, forcing himself to keep eye contact though his body just wants him to close his eyes and surrender to the feel of you sucking his dick. 

You can tell he’s getting close when he uses his grip in your hair to slow your pace down, holding his orgasm at bay. He guides your mouth off of his dick and up to meet his in a kiss. It’s intense and frantic, and Kylo has the rest of your clothes off in seconds before he pulls you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, his dick pressed between the two of you, pulling a moan from your throat that Kylo swallows greedily. 

He turns and lowers you onto the bed, kissing you hard before his mouth drops to your neck, and then your breasts, your stomach. He passes right past the apex of your thighs, the place you want him more than anything, and down to press a kiss to your knee, then the middle of your thigh. He uses his large hands to spread your legs wide, and he moans a little when he gets a good look at you. His eyes are dark with desire, and he’s looking at you hungrily. You don’t shrink beneath his gaze, you grow beneath it, feeling powerful for being able to bring a man like him to his knees. 

When his tongue swipes over you and taps against your clit, your back arches off the bed, a long moan pulling from your lips. It's everything you thought it would be, the spice making the experience 100 times better, brighter, every part of you involved in the moment. He sucks at your clit as he presses two fingers inside of you, and your eyes squeeze closed as you focus on the sensation of Kylo eating you out. He adds a third finger, curving them inside of you to hit that spot just there, an explosion of arousal hitting you like a TIE fighter. 

You cry out, the sensation almost too much, and you open your eyes to look at Kylo, your hand reaching up to push him away. But he uses his free hand to grab you before you can stop him, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, the gesture oddly intimate despite the way he’s sending you hurtling towards your orgasm. Every brush of his fingers over that spot of pleasure has you seeing stars, and he is relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. He watches you intensely, and you try to keep your eyes on him the way he likes you to.

It only takes a few more seconds for your orgasm to build to its peak, soft cries falling from your mouth as you near the top. Kylo picks up the pace, and one nip to your clit is all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You hold his gaze as long as you can, but your orgasm is strong, and it pushes you back into the pillows as you cry out, everything exploding with stars. You feel yourself twitching with pleasure as Kylo continues to eat you out, refusing to miss a single drop, until finally, it is too much, and you push him away, overstimulated. 

Kylo crawls up your body and kisses you, his tongue in your mouth, your taste all over him. Pleasure is still rolling through you, and you want that for Kylo too, so you stretch your legs out and wrap them around him, using the heels of your feet to tug him closer. He pulls away and laughs softly under his breath, his smile tugging at something in you. It hits you like a punch to the gut, but you don’t have time to process it because Kylo plunges into you, forcing a moan from both of you. 

Kylo leans down to kiss you as he pulls out and then pushes back in again, swallowing your moan. There is no slow build up in the pace; he’s slamming into you within seconds, unable to hold back any longer. He pulls away to keep his eyes on yours, while one of his hands reaches down between you and moves to your clit, trying to build up your second orgasm before he can reach his own. His pace is almost punishing, but your orgasm begins to build regardless, unable to resist his expert fingers. 

You feel your eyes close as he fucks you, and his voice nearly startles you when he says, “Look at me. Keep your eyes open.”

Your eyes open to meet his, his gaze as intense as his pace, your body climbing and climbing until you can see that peak. You try to hold back, wanting to see Kylo come first, but you know he won't let you. You keep your eyes open as long as you can, but everything goes white when you orgasm for the second time, and you throw your head back again as you fall apart beneath him. 

Kylo’s pace moves faster, though you didn’t think it possible, fucking you through your orgasm, until finally, finally, he comes too. His head drops to your shoulder, a long moan falling from his lips before he mutters your name over and over like a silent prayer. His hips finally grow still, though his body continues twitching with pleasure as he sags against you, and you can feel his heart thumping in his chest where it’s pressed against you. 

You run your fingers up and down his back, both of your eyes closed as you try to let your heart rates return to normal. The moment is oddly intimate, though you try not to think about it, refusing to let the rational thoughts out of their tightly locked door. 

-

You search the floor for your discarded pants, unsurprised to find them kicked under the bed. You snatch them up, pulling them on, all while Kylo watches you from the bed. He’s completely naked, sprawled on top of the sheets, his arms resting behind his head, completely relaxed. He watches you quietly as you tug on your clothes, and when you sit on the bed to pull on your shoes, he slides off and grabs the scarf he gave you earlier. You stand in front of him, and he reaches up to run his finger down a cut on your face, one you forgot you had until this moment. But it reminds you how you got it, a mission nearly gone wrong, and you mutter, “You nearly killed me today.”

“Hardly.” You both know he’s right. The force that guided you to save that family? It was the knowledge that Kylo would never do anything to hurt you, despite the fact that you left him for the Resistance. He drapes the scarf around your neck and you start to argue against it, but he cuts you off. “Where does flyboy think you are?”

You shrug. “Dunno. He stormed off after he gave me an earful about my dangerous actions today.”

“He won’t notice the scarf.”

“He might.”

“He won’t.”

Right again. You won’t admit it though. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I know.”

You both know you aren’t going to stop. 

Kylo leans down to kiss you, and it’s soft. Affectionate. It tugs at you the way his smile did earlier. You can feel the door holding the rational thoughts back shaking, the hinges getting loose. You don’t want to leave, but you know you have to. Everything will fall apart if you stay any longer. 

Kylo pulls back, pushes your hair out of your face, and pulls the scarf onto your head. He crosses the bottom part of the scarf over your mouth and nose, leaving only your eyes exposed. You look up at him as he presses one last kiss to your forehead, your heart aching, and then you move past him, refusing to look back because you know it’ll only break your resolve. 

You slide out of the hotel room, closing the door softly behind you, before heading back to your ship, back to the Resistance, back to Poe, and away from the man you can’t seem to leave behind.

-

[anatee]

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 4

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. Are there going to be more parts? Absolutely.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 11K

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; Force Awakens plot; lots of Kylo in this part, bits of Poe Dameron as well; soft Hux with feelings appears; one or two curse words?; jealousy; whole lotta teasing; smut: oral job (m receiving), cum tasting, passionate, sexual suggestions, make up sex?, unprotected, piv

It was always nice to sleep in a warm, comfortable bed when there was a snowstorm outside, not bothering you in any way. It was even nicer when you woke up in the arms of a loved one... Or with a loved one in your arms.

That's how Y/N and Armitage woke up after one of the best nights in their lives. They smiled at each other in the bliss of the moment, feeling so content, so warm... Hux was about to go even furhter in becoming vulnerable around her and leaned a little to kiss her on the forehead with a sincere smile on his face. His lips were mere inches from her when...

She sat up suddenly, then immediately slid off his tall bed, disappointing him greatly.

"Where are you going?" he asked, still a bit sleepy.

"What do you mean?" She turned to him with raised eyebrows, giving him the chance to adore her in the black bathrobe she had fallen asleep 

in. "We're late already, and I have to get to my station before..."

"Come back here," he cut her off sharply.

She sighed, wondering why he was playing this game when they both knew what had to be done.

"Armitage, you know I can't."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Am I not the one here who says what people can and can't do? Come back here, it was an order."

At this point Y/N could see he was not playing around. With no other option, she did come back to him, and he hugged her almost possessively.

"And what now?"

"You're staying with me today," he announced.

"And work?"

"Firstly, the snowstorm is still raging. They'll be clearing this up all day," he said matter-of-factly. "Secondly, today is my birthday."

Birthday. Did it even mean anything? Ever since Hux could remember, birthday has always been just a day he was born on, nothing to celebrate. He never did anything special on this day and nobody cared, not even his father while he was still alive...

But he had the slightest hope Y/N might care.

He watched her face carefully as she raised her head to look at him in utter shock.

"Your birthday? And you didn't even tell me!" She smacked his chest lightly. "Not like I would be able to give you a gift, but..."

"The best gift will be you staying here," he said before he even thought about it, and she had no idea it would be the first gift in his life.

He spoke sincerely, so a sincere smile appeared on her face.

"In that case, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered and kissed his chest, snuggling into him again, and for that moment, he could sell his soul, and maybe the entire galaxy, too.

"I'll take care of the essentials, then," he said and then reached for one of the buttons on his nightstand. "Keep quiet for now," he added, then proceeded to press the button.

Never has Hux ever thought he'd be talking to the holo of one of his subordinates with a girl snuggled into his chest, but there he was, doing just that.

"Yes, General?"

"Report on the situation," he commanded in a voice that gave her goosebumps.

"The storm is slowly dying down. Soon we will be able to send out the Firetroopers."

"Right then. Order a droid to bring breakfast to my quarters. The same as yesterday, doubled. And tell everyone not to disturb me today unless it's urgent."

"Understood, General."

"And more tarine tea."

"Yes, sir, sending the order right now."

Hux ended the call and turned back to Y/N, content.

"You can choose the dinner later," he said as if to explain why he didn't even ask what she wanted.

Unthinkable. General Hux explained himself to his inferior.

She raised her hands a little as if surrendering.

"It's your birthday, I would not dare."

He had to think about these words for a moment. It was something completely new to him... And he felt comfortable enough with her to admit it.

"I have never celebrated my birthday before," he said quietly, surprising her greatly.

"Never? Not even as a child?"

"Never, Y/N," he repeated harshly, then regretted it immediately. "I have never been given a gift, either."

"Oh, Armitage..." she whispered, then ran a hand through his hair affectionately while it was in its rare, imperfect state.

His words saddened her greatly. More and more often Hux appeared in her mind as not the harsh, ruthless General he was when she first met him, but a broken man, just trying to thrive in the 

brutal world they found themselves in. If you showed any weakness at all, the others would kill you... And it seemed like she was his only weakness for now.

"I would love to do something for you. I don't know, maybe prepare breakfast...?"

"Should I send you down to the kitchens, then?"

"Oh, you know what I mean." She rolled his yes, and then a mischievous grin appeared on her face. "I do have an idea, though..."

Before he could ask her what it was, her hand was already under the sheets, moving along the side of his body right to his thigh. She began touching him between his legs without any warning, making him let out a sigh of surprise. Seconds later, she was crawling towards the foot of the bed, then threw the sheets off of him. He only had his own bathrobe on.

She untied it quickly to reveal his naked body, 

but there was one particular spot she focused on.

Hux already knew what she was going to do, and the thought alone made him hotter. It was one of his fantasies he didn't get the chance to fullfil - yet. When she made sure he wasn't against it, but watched her with hope in his eyes, she clasped her hand around his length. He swallowed hard as she began moving it up and down, and he really didn't much to get hard.

That was the moment she could proceed to the next part of her plan. She opened her mouth to lick along his shaft, long and slow, making him let out a loud sigh. She wanted to hear it again, so she licked him a few more times starting from his balls as she kept on moving her hand along.

As more and more saliva gathered in her mouth, she spit some of it onto his penis, right before...

"Fuck, Y/N." He rasped as her mouth closed around his cock, earning a sensation he had never experienced before.

She smiled to herself after that.

"Enjoy yourself," she whispered before putting his penis back into her mouth. At that moment, she wanted him to feel pleasure, and so she began sucking on him, taking as much of him as she could without gagging.

He closed his eyes, forgetting about the entire universe and letting himself enjoy every second. He had never had this done to him, and the pleasure was almost unbelievable. When he thought about how she could do that on her knees, somewhere under his desk, it made him even more aroused.

They both heard a loud, electronical buzz - it meant the food had arrived - but it was the last thing either of them cared about at that moment. A loud grunt escaped Hux's lips, prompting Y/N to speed up her pace, and that was enough to bring him over the edge.

Seconds later, his body began shaking with the 

orgasm she brought him. He cummed all over her face, and he opened his eyes to see that.

When he saw everything dripping down her face he knew it was a view which was going to be engraved in his memory for a long time, if not forever. It immediately made him wish to try that on other parts of her body, but that had to wait - the orgasm he had just experienced definitely required a cooldown.

Y/N stood up slowly, wiping the cum off her lips. It was a new experience for her as well, but the only thing that mattered then was that he was satisfied.

"Salty," she said, having felt the taste of his cum on her tongue. "Just like you," she added with a laugh, breathing heavily.

"I'll tell you how you taste next time," he replied, his chest raising and going down quickly.

She just smiled proudly, then looked to her side 

at the door to the bathroom.

"I'll go... Brush my teeth," she said eventually.

He followed her quickly and they both took a quick shower together before putting on comfortable clothes and going into his office to get the food. They sat in his bed to eat it, and Hux didn't even worry about making a mess - his sheets were already stained, so Hux was going to send them to laundry anyways.

"What was that call just now?" Y/N asked curiously, settling herself right next to her lover after coming out of the bathroom.

"Ren," Armitage replied with disgust. "He wanted to take a squad to do Maker knows what. I let him just to have peace. Besides, I think he asked more to annoy me than to get something he really needed."

"Oh... He really likes pissing you off, doesn't he?"

"Mhm." Hux hummed, taking a bite out of his breakfast. "You've never told me how the two of you actually met," he added suddenly.

Y/N looked up from her plate, wondering how to word the story so as not to piss the General off even more.

"Well, my father was a pilot," she began. "He was teaching Kylo about our ships the first time he came here. I was still studying to be a medic at the time. Kylo got injured and my father was like, hey, my daughter can patch you up... I think he wanted us to get together back then."

Hux wasn't a big fan of this last bit of the story, but he didn't comment on it. He got another question instead.

"And how come someone like you clicked with him?"

"I was just... Unimpressed by his tantrums, I guess. And I was genuinely interested in knowing 

more about him. He said no one really did, not even his family."

"Wonder why." Hux scoffed, making her chuckle.

"Kylo... Isn't really that awful, really." She looked back at her plate, looking for the best bits with her fork. "It just depends when and how you approach him..."

"Oh, alright, I don't want to listen to any more of it," he cut her off, shaking his head. "Especially today."

"Right... Because today is your day," she said with a beam. She leaned a little towards him to cup his face with one hand.

"Happy birthday," she whispered, and then kissed him straight on the lips, long enoigh to let him bathe in the bliss of the moment. 

He had never heard that. And no matter where life took him, he would never forget that day.

They spent the entire day together, eating, talking, and just enjoying each other's company away from the prying eyes. But when the evening rolled around, Y/N know the fairytale had to end.

She was sitting against the headboard with Armitage's head in her lap, giving him a head massage. He was sure he had not felt this relaxed in months, years maybe, thus forgetting about the harsh reality that was facing them.

"Armitage... My shift would be almost done now..." Y/N said sadly, having looked at tiny the holotable next to his bed. "I hate it, but... I think I really need to get going soon."

Hux, who was, at that point, in complete bliss, opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, leaving her surprised. He looked at her and watched her searchingly for a moment, hesitating... And eventually shook his head, having come to a decision.

"Fuck this. I don't want you to go."

He said that in a way which made her shiver. She didn't want to leave, obviously, but she knew she had to be rational.

"But you know we have already..."

"Nobody knows you're here," he cut her off, "and if someone asks, I sent you to do something off planet or whatever. I don't care at this point. Stay here."

Hux was determined. Not only because it was his birthday, but also because he simply couldn't get enough of her. All these moments they spent together were nourishing the feelings he had for her, as if watering a flower that was just about to bloom.

She looked him in the eye and there were sincere emotions written all over his face. She could almost feel him pleading even if he didn't say 

anything else. Y/N was also in so much joy it was hard to express; how was she to refuse?

"You know I want to," she uttered eventually.

"Then why don't you, if your commander himself allows it?"

She didn't even open her mouth to argue, because she didn't want to. Instead, she allowed him to grab her hips and pull her towards himself to close the distance between them in a passionate kiss.

It sealed the deal. They both gave into their dreams and she stayed with him for one more night, even if they knew how risky it was.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, just like they woke up, and both of them wished they could start and end their day like this more often.

The next day, there was no other option. They had to part and show themselves to the other soldiers separately so that no one would suspect 

anything. They resumed their duties at once, and Y/N made sure not to even look at him on the rare occasions he showed up anywhere near her, however, it was becoming harder and harder for him to restrain himself.

And Kylo Ren himself was about to make everything even more complicated.

It had been five long days, especially for Y/N who got her period. She and Hux did not exchange a single word, they did not meet the other's eyes, and they just kept themselves busy with their duties - but it did not mean they were not thinking about each other, especially at night, when they wished they could be next to the other person.

And then one day Kylo Ren forced Hux to call a meeting of all officers, claiming he had important information. Y/N was kind of excited to join it, since it was her first meeting as a lieutenant, and found it even more exciting when she entered the conference room.

General Hux was already there, sitting by the long, black table with red markings, and the seat on his right was still empty. As soon as he saw her enter the room, their eyes met, making the atmosphere tense before everything even started.

He gave her a stern look, then glanced subtly at the seat beside him, giving her clear permission to sit there. She was hesitant, but she couldn't ask him whether he was sure, the decision had to be made then and there. Excitement was filling her up as she did take the seat next to him.

"General." She bowed her head as a greeting, and he bowed back, keeping his jaw clenched so as not to smile at her.

It was not a good idea to let her sit there. Even in public, they were just inches apart, starved for any form of touch... If only he could put his hand on her thigh... Or at least on her hand...

He almost forgot how attractive she looked with the ponytail and the uniform tight on her thighs and buttocks. Kriff, he had to stop himself from looking at her, otherwise someone would definitely notice, especially Kylo. But at least he knew she was right next to him, and he could protect her at any given moment if needed.

She could also feel the tension, the warmth swirling in the cool room just between the two of them. She taught herself how to avoid looking at him, but it was the first time they were this close in public for a longer period of time.

Kylo appeared in the room not much later, visibly agitated even if no one could see his face. He did not sit, but stood at the top of the table, already making Hux tick. The General rose from his seat and spoke with pure hatred:

"Now, Ren. What was so important you had to gather all of us here on such short notice?"

"You should be thanking me, General Hux," Kylo 

replied through his mask. "We have just intercepted information that someone from the Resistance will be at the Canto Casino tomorrow, receiving information about the location of the map. They are still working on who it will be. Either way, we need a spy who will get this information so we can reach the location first."

"Then maybe we should send a squad there to arrest him?" one of the officers suggested.

"No, because they will change the location again and hide," Kylo retorted. "We need to do this quietly in order to surprise them. I suggest Lieutenant Y/L/N for this mission."

Hux mouth fell agape. "Why her?"

He said that before thinking, making her breatheless for that split second before Kylo replied:

"Because I said so."

"Sir, I have worked as a s..." another one of the officers spoke, but Ren was not having it. 

"Will you do it?" he asked Y/N directly and she could sense Armitage's eyes on her, even though she didn't see his face.

"Of course," she replied, and she suspected Hux was fighting with himself at that very moment. Kylo knew that.

"I sense displeasure from you, General Hux."

The General gulped. It took every ounce of focus in his body not to think about Y/N at that moment the way he usually did. He regretted his earlier question immediately and had to find a quick way out. But, after all, he didn't become a general for nothing.

"Because I don't know who gave you the permission to command my soldiers," he half-lied to him.

"She agreed, so there's nothing to discuss."

Despite these words, a short discussion did ensue, but it eventually ended up in another room after Hux agreed, even if on the inside he was seething with anger. Less than ten minutes later him, Kylo and Y/N were standing in front of a screen while one of the officers, Tador, was operating it.

"We suspect it will be one of these Resistance fighters," Tador said, pushing a button to show pictures of five different people on the holo screen. "I will send their pictures and all information we have on them to Lieutenant Y/L/N's datapad."

Y/N focused her eyes on the pictures, already trying to remember each face. It was rare to get a mission that was for herself only; she wanted to do well, show off even if she had the chance.

"We also have one of our fake identities at the ready," Tador continued, clicking another button, and the screen changed again. "Inda Chonell. I'll send the profile and background story to the datapad as well... The fake ID should be ready as well..."

Hux was listening to all this and fighting the urge to scream. He was furious, and for many reasons - because he was sure Kylo did this on purpose, because he did this without consulting him, because Ren was Ren, because Y/N agreed, and, most importantly, because she was putting herself in danger. He suspected it would not change much, but he asked anyways:

"Are you certain you can do this, Lieutenant?"

Y/N turned to meet his gaze and she could read him like an open book. She could see the anger in him and she knew what that question meant; he was giving her a chance to step back, but she didn't want to. She knew she would not hear the end of it, but this wasn't the time for thinking about it, especially with Kylo in the same room.

"Yes, General. I will do my best."

"According to new information," Tador interjected suddenly, relieving the tension between Hux and Y/N for a moment, "it is most likely they're sending one of their best pilots. Poe Dameron is his name," he continued, putting up his picture on the screen.

"Listen, I don't care how you do it," Kylo said after a moment of silence, standing in front of her and, as a result, cutting her off from Hux. "Beat him, shoot him, seduce him, sleep with him if you have to, but get that information at any cost."

Hux stepped aside from behind Ren to see Y/N again, and his face was showing nothing but utter outrage. She saw that and felt a knot form in her stomach, but couldn't react as Kylo was watching her closely.

"I understand how important this is, Kylo," she replied, having cleared her throat. "And I know what to do."

"I hope."

Later Y/N received her fake identification, and Kylo scheduled a ship to take her to Canto Bight the very first thing in the morning. It seemed like everything was done and decided... But Y/N knew that things were far from over.

Hux took her to his office immediately after, and all of his movements were aggressive, even the way he locked the door after they found themselves next to his desk.

"Why did you agree to do this?" he asked immediately, having had this question on his mind ever since the meeting. His voice was raised and full of anger, and he hadn't spoken to her like this in a long time. She almost took a step back in surprise.

"What do you mean, why? This is my job."

"Nothing he tells you to do is your job," he hissed and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"I know, but it's not you who has to do this. It's dangerous."

"Being a soldier is pretty dangerous itself," she retorted, but he was not having it.

"Not here. Not when I can keep an eye on you."

"Are you implying that I'm not good enough for this mission without your help?" She crossed her arms, suddenly riled up. "If it were someone else, you would be proud that they want to do it for the First Order!"

Her raising her voice was a surprise to him, one that flicked a switch in his head. It seemed that he still wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. Making her upset was the last thing he wanted, and he just then realised his harsh tone might have startled her, to say the least.

"Y/N," he said finally, having heaved a sigh to calm down. "Don't you understand I just don't want anything to happen to you? I do not care about this mission, I don't care about Ren... I only care about your safety."

This touched her more than one could describe. It was yet another moment when he did not say he loved her directly, but his intentions were as clear as day. For a short moment, she wondered if she will ever get to hear it from him.

"Nothing will happen to me," she said eventually, unsure if there was anything better to say. For some reason, she was not scared of this mission at all.

"Listen. You will call me the moment you land," he commanded. "And in case of any emergency, you call me and I'll be there immediately with our entire army, understood?"

"Understood, sir," she replied jokingly, brushing something off of his shoulder, and then her face fell suddenly. "Rather than my safety, there's something else I'm worried about..."

"What is it?" he asked immediately.

"If it's really this Dameron guy..." She gulped. "The easiest way to get what I want will be to seduce him. And my heart doesn't want to do that, but..."

She saw his face fall as well as he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Jealousy. The emotion which sometimes was even more destructive than anger.

"It's just for the mission," she explained herself quickly after he had not replied.

This was too many emotions for Hux to handle. He had never found himself in such a situation before - there was no one he could be jealous of, no one he cared about enough to be filled with envy if they were with someone else... And he didn't expect she would want to actually try this way Ren suggested, even if he knew it might be the safest and, potentially, the most successful one.

But somewhere deep down, it hurt him, as if he wasn't broken enough.

He didn't know what to do, just like he didn't know what pushed him to say:

"Go back to your duties, Y/N."

He didn't quite meet her eyes when he said that, and that, paired with these words, shattered her.

"You're mad at me?" she asked and the distraught look on her face made him regret his words. But he had to be left alone before he could worsen the situation; he didn't want to hurt her any further with any impulsive remarks he might make.

"No, it's just... Ren will be looking for you and he'd better not find you here."

What a pathetic excuse, he thought to himself.

"But Armitage..." she began, trying to touch his arm, but he stepped back aburptly, not allowing her to do so. At that moment, she was heartbroken - she knew he hated Kylo, but he never denied her touch, not even when they were still technically strangers...

"Just go," he muttered, avoiding her gaze again.

The moment the door closed behind her, he wanted to scream and get her back at once. He hated himself for the way he handled the situation, but it was too late, especially with her leaving soon...

He left his office while breathing heavily, adjusting his gloves nervously at the same time. Whichever soldier Hux was going to lace into was not going to have a good day.

The thoughts about what he had said to her haunted him for the entire day. He was angry with himself and wanted to fix what he had broken before she would be gone... It was the first time he felt the need to apologise to someone.

He had a Stormtrooper escort her to his quarters in the evening, under the pretense of discussing her mission further. The moment she entered his office she saw a serious face, one that was on her mind for the whole day, too. A knot in her stomach tightened as she approached the desk and heard him command the Stormtrooper to leave in a harsh voice.

The moment the door closed behind him, Hux locked it and rose from his seat, his expression softening at once.

"I can't let you leave like this," he said quietly, and Y/N shivered from the sole delicateness of his words.

"Please say you're not mad at me," she whispered, swallowing hard so as not to cry. She hated the thought of him despising her, and also worried about potential discharge had the feelings changed...

"I can't bear it. If it's that important to you, I won't go, I'll tell Ky..."

"Y/N." He interrupted, then walked around the desk to stand right in front of her and grabbed her arms. He couldn't wait any longer, not when she sounded this heartbroken, not when she was about to leave so soon...

"If there's anyone I'm mad at, it's Ren," he began. "I'm proud of you. I want you to have a successful career here. It's just..." He heaved a sigh, trying to express his feelings properly this time. "I have never had anyone in my life I worried about. I... Don't even know how to handle this."

"I promise I'll be careful. And I promise that if 

anything happens, I'll call you immediately," she began talking quickly, wishing to make sure they were alright as soon as possible.

"And I'll have a squadron at the ready to come for you," he promised, getting a sigh of relief from her.

"See? It will be alright." She smiled. "I'm not your favourite for nothing, am I?"

He raised an eyebrow, extremely glad they were back to teasing. "Who said you're my favourite?"

"Oh, right after Ren, then?"

He gave her a stern stare. "Y/L/N."

She giggled, then composed herself. "Let's talk this mission through... So there are no misunderstandings." 

He nodded, so she sat on his desk as he let go of her shoulders and moved to stand in between her dangling legs.

"Kylo has given me a dress and some cosmetics... I wonder how I will feel like. It's been a while since I even touched a dress."

"And I won't even get to see it," Hux said grumpily, deciding in his mind that he will get a dress for her, too... One only he could see her in.

"Maybe you will..."

He sighed. "You know all the safety precautions, right?"

He knew the answer, but he would not forgive himself if he didn't ask.

"Of course. I was a perfect student," she replied, throwing her hands around his neck. "Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me to work with you, right?"

The moment she did that, he inched closer, his gaze falling onto her lips. He didn't want to think there was a slim chance that if he kissed her that night, it could be the last kiss they ever share...

"I would be more sure if you listed everything to me, Lieutenant," he said in his commanding voice, trying to forget about any worries. "And I will reward you accordingly."

She beamed at that.

"As you wish, General... So, first rule, you never draw unwanted attention..."

He leaned in and rewarded her with a kiss, one that was so full of emotion it left her breathless for a minute before she could utter the next rule:

"Second, you leave no trace..."

Another kiss. Shivers went down her spine; he was becoming more and more brave when it came to her.

"Third, you do not reveal your identity at any cost..."

He kissed her again and did not allow her to elaborate any further. The kisses were becoming feverish, hungry and, in a way, apologetic. Y/N responded with enthusiasm, bringing her body closer to him to feel his warmth. Neither of them wanted it to be a goodbye, but who knew? They had to seize the opportunity. 

At that point, he didn't even need to ask. He grabbed her by the hips, prompting her to wrap his legs around him. He carried her to his bed and proceeded to undress her as delicately as one could, kissing almost every inch of her skin as he went.

The moment she was completely naked before him, he took a few seconds to adore her, then bent over so his face was right above hers.

"It's our last night here for a while. I will be on the Dreadnought when you come back..." he whispered right into her ead, nibbling on it in the process.

She smiled, already feeling the arousal building up in her as one of his hands roamed all over her naked body. "Then we might as well make it worth remembering."

That night, he didn't have sex with her - he made love to her, in a way he had never done before. Each and every moan, gasp, kiss was extremely intimate; his moves were slow, but deep when he thrusted into her. He wished he would find the courage to utter his true feelings, but all he could do was kiss her over and over again in the darkness of the quiet bedroom. He wanted to remember every curve of her body he studied with his fingertips, every sound she let escape her lips, the way she whispered his name when he brought her over the edge... It was like a confession of love, even if no words were spoken.

Even after they have both finished, they did not move and stayed as if glued to each other, naked body to naked body, bathing in the heat of the other person. No one would have believed the General Hux was capable of something like this, but when roughness is a constant in your life... Sometimes you crave delicateness.

Although she felt wonderful, Y/N knew that the silence they were in had to end at some point. She had to come back to her quarters that night...

"Armitage, please, remember..." She began suddenly, having placed a small kiss on his naked shoulder. "No matter what I do there, there's only one man I truly want. Although I am not going to sleep with him, no matter what Kylo says... My charms must suffice."

He still didn't like the sound of that, but after what they had just done, it seemed like they were more bonded than ever. So, even if there was pain inside him, he didn't intend to show it again.

"I don't know if they will. You're insufferable."

It didn't even annoy her when he said that - she just laughed.

"I'll miss you so much," she confessed, snuggling into his neck.

His heart almost dropped when she said it. It was definitely not the first time she expressed her feelings towards him, yet at that moment, it seemed so much stronger. Of course he would miss her, too.

"Come back quickly to me."

That was the words that were replaying in her head over and over while she was on her way to Canto Bight, reading the files of her fake identity and her potential targets for the thousandth time. She knew she could not mess it up; Kylo made himself more than clear right before she boarded her ship that it was the most important thing she could be taking care of. Hux didn't come to see her off; just for safety, that's why 

she was left with what he'd said to her in the bedroom.

While she was doing her make-up on the ship, she really wished he would see her in it. It's been a while since she could pull out all the stops when it came to beautifying herself - soldiers weren't really allowed a full glam, and she wanted to look beautiful for the man she had fallen for.

To her surprise, it was quite easy to play a snooty, rich lady from the moment she landed. When she got to the room the First Order had arranged for her - a lavish suite, just like everything in that place was - she made sure it was secure, then sent a message about her safe arrival straight to Hux as she promised. The same message also went to Kylo, since he was probably going nuts somewhere in his quarters.

Y/N gave all of her information one last glance, then began preparing herself for the evening further. After styling her hair to make it quite slick, it was time to dress up... And it was the moment she started getting nervous. The realness of her mission got to her, and the realisation that if something goes wrong, it might not end up well for her. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried not to think about all of this, especially about her previous meeting with Armitage possibly being the last.

The dress she took out of a box Kylo had given her was even more spectacular. It was black, but shiny with long sleeves, but the neckline was outrageous - it was long and wide, exposing one side of each of her breasts. When she put the dress on, she noticed it reached the floor and hugged her body quite tightly. It screamed Canto Bight, but it was a good thing. At least she wasn't going to stick out like a sore thumb in the luxurious interior of the casino she was going to.

When she was ready, she opened her datapad and revised the vital information one last time. It wasn't like she could bring it with herself and compare the pictures to the people she would meet. Or maybe she could bring it, but if anybody saw any suspicious behaviour... It was like a school test. She could try cheating, but if she got caught, she could pay for it with her life.

She tried to stay as calm as possible, well aware that any nerves may blow her cover. Before leaving, she looked at herself in the mirror for a last-minute check and smoothed down her dress. She almost didn't recognise herself. Mission-wise, it was a good thing, but she regretted that Hux could not see this. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this beautiful, and wondered what he would think about it.

However, it was not time to daydream about her forbidden lover the moment of truth was near. The Resistance's representative could be in the casino any minute.

Y/N entered the casino with only a concealed communicator - should the need to contact the First Order arise - and a knot in her stomach. On one hand, she knew she blended in perfectly and could mingle all she wanted, but on the other, there was this unsettling feeling that everyone somehow knew she was a spy.

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, remembering the rules - thus, a big smile appeared on her face as the memories of Hux rewarding her for knowing them came back.

It had been almost two long hours in the casino and almost nothing happened. Y/N was constantly looking around, but there was no one suspicious, and no one seemed to suspect her, either... Everyone was simply having fun, and she began losing all the hope.

She was pretending to watch one of the casino games, drink in her hand, in the middle of a meaningless conversation with one of the other guests when she saw him.

There he was. In one of the booths, alone. She could only see his profile, but she was sure it was him. Poe Dameron, in a white suit, apparently playing a game just like she was...

Jackpot.

She excused herself from the conversation with the stranger and immediately approached the booth. It was now or never, and she had to put on her best performance, even if it hurt a little.

Forgive me, Armitage.

"Hi there," she said to catch his attention, and he immediately looked up from the drink he had on a golden table in front of himself. She could see just by his initial expression that he liked what he saw.

"Oh, hello," he said, surprised but smiling at the sight of her.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, jerking her head towards the unoccupied space of the booth.

"Not at all." He sat up straight as she gave him another smile and took a seat opposite him.

So far, so good.

"I'm sorry for my boldness, I just... I don't think I've ever seen you around here, so you've caught me eye. Not that it's a bad thing."

"Oh, have I?" He asked with a little bit of pride. "Well, it's true I'm not a regular, but... I wouldn't mind becoming one." He looked her up and down, giving her enough confidence to stick out her hand to him.

"My name is Inda."

"I'm P... Peter," he hesitated, then shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Amateurs, she thought. Didn't he even have a fake name at the ready? She knew he made it up on the spot.

"Nice to meet you, too, Peter."

They both grabbed their drinks and, after clinking their glasses together, drank a little.

"So, Inda..." Poe began, setting his glass back on the table. "What is a girl like you doing here tonight? Alone?"

Oh, boy, he didn't even know what fairytales he was about to hear.

"Feeling bored, mostly." She sighed. "My father makes me come here. He hopes I'd find a suitable match for a daughter of an aircraft engineer... But most guys here are both ugly and egoistic."

"Wait, did you say an aircraft engineer?"

She got him. She knew this would make him let his guard down.

"Yes? Why?"

"Because I'm a pilot," he said, clearly in disbelief the stars had aligned like this.

"Are you?" she replied as if she had no idea about it. "I would love to hear more about that."

And so she listened carefully to everything he was telling her, hoping to catch any glimpse of useful information for herself. But he was mostly blabbering on the passion he had for flying, and it would be very interesting to hear were the circumstances a bit different. She discovered that, no matter how charismatic and handsome Dameron actually was, she much more preferred Hux's roughness she could uncover step by stop.

They were talking for no more than a quarter when Dameron suddenly began looking around, and his eyes finally fell onto someone somewhere behind her. He lost his flirty expression and seemed alerted, prompting her to focus, too.

"You know... As much as I enjoy this conversation, I have a job to do."

"No way. The first interesting man I've met here and he has to cut it short..."

She could tell he liked that compliment, but stood up anyways.

"It was wonderful meeting you and I do hope we meet again," he said as she stood up, too.

You don't.

"Can I at least see you off?" she asked hopefully,  but he immediately shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. Business calls."

"Well then... Goodbye, Peter. I hope you do come by again."

"Me too."

The moment he left her, she knew the most crucial part of the mission was only starting. She didn't get any information directly from him other than the confirmation he was the man she had been looking for... But now she had to follow him, unnoticed and, most importantly, get that bit of information she needed. She was sure that was where he was going.

Keeping her distance and hiding in between the casino guests, she followed him outside, where she suspected he'd go. There, she hid behind a pillar as he talked with someone she could not see, but it didn't matter as long as she could hear them. That was the most important moment, and she was so stressed yet so drunk on adrenaline...

"He'll be waiting for you on Jakku."

She heard that sentence and hoped it was exactly what she took it for, especially since she didn't know the context.

"Not my top choice of destination, but it's for a good cause," Dameron replied. "Thank you. The Resistance will reward you for this."

"They'd better," answered the man he was talking to. "If they knew I was here... I'd be a dead man."

After that, she heard an electronical chirp of what she assumed must have been a droid; she could not risk trying to take a peek. Her heart was beating so fast it might have jumped our of her chest.

"Yes, BB-8, we are going right now," Dameron said. "That is, as soon as I'm out of this suit. Thank you once again."

After that, she heard his footsteps, but nothing else mattered anymore. She got what she wanted, so it was time to run.

The moment she locked herself back in her room, she called Kylo at once, and he responded immediately.

"I got the location. They are about to retrieve the map from someone on Jakku. They're sending Dameron to do it, any minute now," she breathed out to the small holo projection of Kylo's full body.

"Jakku..." Kylo hissed, nodding to himself. "I'll go there personally, then. And..." He stopped for a moment to take her in. "Didn't expect you to look this good."

She raised her eyebrows. It was a surprise, but definitely not an unwelcome one.

"Why, thank you."

"I'm sending a ship back for you. Do you think you can get out of there unnoticed?"

She shrugged. "If they land unnoticed."

Kylo thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

"I'll come for you personally, then. I can't allow this mission to fail. We'll stage your arrest if we have to."

"I have to call Hux now," she added in a rush, wishing to talk to her lover as soon as possible to let him know they had a success... And that she was safe and sound.

"So you called me first? As you should. Talk to him then," Kylo said, already too focused on his next steps. "I'm flying out for you and we're heading straight to Jakku."

Kylo's holo disappeared, prompting Y/N to flick some buttons and call Hux. He responded even faster than Kylo did, if that was possible. He was in his quarters on the Dreadnought, waiting for any news from her, stressed more than ever. He didn't even know he had the ability to worry about someone this much.

"I'm calling to report, General," she said, trying everything in her might not to smile since she had no idea if he was alone.

"Drop it," he replied, taking her in. The holo in his quarters was also showing her entire body, and even in his imagination he did not expect her to look this breathtaking. He really needed to gift her a dress.

"I have the information. They are sending Dameron to get the map from Jakku. I have just told Kylo."

He sighed with relief, then cleared his throat. It was hard to focus on what she was saying when she looked like this.

"Well then, I suppose I should send a squad there," he said eventually, but she shook her head.

"Kylo's coming for me and we're flying to Jakku."

Hux's expression turned furious, to say the least, and he could feel the anger filling him up.

"He's coming for you personally?" he asked in a tone that made Y/N almost feel the anger through the holo.

"That's what he'd just told me," she explained, making him clench his jaw.

"That son of a..." 

"Calm down, Armitage," she cut him off. "I'm just doing my job."

"And you're meeting him..." He took a closer look again, warmth filling him up. "Dressed like this?"

Y/N glanced at her body as though she was seeing it for the first time, then smiled mischievously.

"Oh, right... I have to change before he comes... Should I do it right now?"

Hux did not reply, but he did stare at her in a way that made her know what he wanted. She turned her back to him in order to show him the zipper of the dress.

"I wish I had someone who would help me unzip this..." she said teasingly as she grabbed it to pull it down slowly.

"If I were there, I'd rip this dress off of you before you could gasp."

She got goosebumps after these words. She could practically sense the touch of his hands on her body, even if he was far away. She knew that was exactly what he would do.

She unzipped the dress all the way down, then stepped out of it slowly before turning to face him again. She was now just in her panties, still smiling.

"Better?" she asked quietly, the desire thickening the atmosphere even through the call. They could have some fun with it, if only they weren't scraped for time...

Hux watched the blueish silhouette he adored so much for a moment, then shook his head to snap out if it. It was risky, way too risky...

"Dress up before he comes," he commanded and she just chuckled.

"Don't worry, Kylo won't get any of it." She said as she opened a case with her spare clothes. "No one else will."

Even Hux could not stop himself from smiling at that. He watched her put on a strapless bra as she checked her datapad - Kylo had just sent her the tracking of his ship to it.

"He is almost here. I have to run."

"Do not die, then."

She laughed again. "Not in my plans."

"And come back to me quickly. It's an order."

"Yes, sir."

He wanted to tell her something else, but words failed him. The things he wished he found the ability to confess to her were to be said personally, not through a mere holo. That's why he only watched her pull on a black shirt in silence, unwilling to disconnect too quickly.

"You still there?" she asked, having caught him staring.

He rolled his eyes. "Insufferable."

"You love it."

"Good luck, Lieutenant," he said eventually and then disconnected reluctantly, only to allow himself a big, sincere smiled after she disappeared.

He had to get out of his quarters and give orders... They were about to have a breakthrough.

Before Y/N knew it, two Stormtroopers were escorting her to Kylo's ship. No one in Canto Bight tried to save her, even if it did look like she was getting kidnapped by the First Order.

The moment she entered, Ren, with his mask and hood on, instructed her to sit next to him. They departed almost immediately.

"You did all of this faster than I expected. I'm impressed," he told her with genuine 

She smirked as if she had not been absolutely terrified that this mission might fail, adjusting the black jacket she had thrown over herself. "Told you you didn't appreciate me enough, Kylo."

She could see he was intrigued even with the mask on, watching her face closely. 

Men are so easy to please...

"You should wear all of this more."

She snorted. "Not really the soldier dresscode, is it?"

"I don't think Hux would be against it."

Y/N felt a lump in her throat. Was this just an observation, since the General was just a man, too, or was Kylo suggesting something? She really hoped it the latter wasn't the case. She decided that confidence would be the best reaction.

"Well, yeah, he liked my look as well when I called him," she said proudly. "Maybe you two should discuss that with each other. How it's like seeing a woman. Once in a lifetime thing."

"You're awfully confident for someone who knows what I can do."

"So? Aren't you glad I'm not a whining girlie who is afraid to speak?"

Even Ren could not argue with this. To her surprise, he reached out with his gloved hand and took her face in it, studying it. It sent a shiver of utter shock through her entire body: he had never done something like that before, and she didn't even know he was capable of it. She didn't know whether it was the Force or anything else, but surely something was flowing through her body after this. If Hux had seen it, he would have probably obliterated Ren.

"I am," he replied, then took his hand back as if nothing happened.

Y/N tried to keep her cool. "So don't complain."

"Sir, we'll be landing in five minutes," came the voice of the pilot, so Kylo turned to Y/N again.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Do you want me to?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't have my uniform nor my weapon."

"You don't need any of that if you're coming with me," he replied in an obvious tone. "You'll go with me. I'll show you how it's done."

Of course, she thought. Of course he wanted her to come along to show off. But she did know she could feel safe if she had him on her side. All in all, it was better to be friends rather than enemies with Kylo Ren.

"If that's what you want."

Not much later, the ship touched down on Jakku. Y/N exited it at Kylo's side, accompanied by Stormtroopers. He was right - although she had no weapon, she felt weirdly safe, even if chaos was raging around them. There were tens of Stormtroopers shooting everywhere in the small, sand village, the villagers were screaming, fire was devouring tents and buildings... The view did scare her a little; sitting behind a console all day, she sometimes forgot how the real war looked like, and that it was more than some buttons and screens.

Everything seemed to have frozen after Kylo's arrival. He confidently walked up to an older man not far from the ship; Y/N had no idea who that was, but followed suit and stood a bit behind Ren as he talked to the man he apparently knew.

"Look how old you've become."

"Something far worse has happened to you," the man replied.

"You know what I've come for."

"I know where you come from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren."

This gave Y/N the answer - he knew him long ago.

"The map to Skywalker. We know you found it. And now you're going to give it to the First Order."

"The First Order rose from the dark side. You did not."

Y/N knew this would rile Kylo up. He approached the man, definitely seething with anger but still trying to talk.

"I'll show you the dark side."

"You may try," the man responded, determined. "But you cannot deny the truth that is your family."

She knew that the man had already got himself a sentence with these words. She could almost sense something switch inside Kylo right before he said:

"You're so right."

He ignited his lightsaber and struck him down immediately. Right after that came a blue blaster bolt from a weapon, one that could easily reach Y/N... Were it not for Kylo's quick reaction, who froze both the bolt and the man who shot it.

Her mouth fell agape as she saw who it was.

Dameron.

Stormtroopers brought him before Kylo, then knocked him to the ground, although it did not seem to have much effect on him.

"You!" Dameron exclaimed at the sight of her, much to Kylo's amusement. 

That moment did mess with her a little. She felt a bit too drunk on the power she had at the time, and put a hand on Kylo's shoulder as if to express it. Ren didn't stop her, he just smiled underneath his mask; he was proud of her.

"Nothing personal, Dameron." She laughed. "I quite like you. It's just... Were the circumstances a bit different..."

"You lying b..." he began, but one wave of Kylo's hand shut him up. He crouched to talk to him, forcing Y/N to take her hand back.

"The old man gave it to you."

"It's very hard to understand you with all the..."

"Search him," Kylo commanded.

"...Apparatus," Dameron finished, prompting Y/N to stifle a chuckle. He was right about that.

"Nothing, sir," the Stormtrooper said, having obeyed the command.

"Put him on board," Kylo decided, and so they obeyed again. Y/N was just about to open her mouth to speak when Captain Phasma approached them.

"Sir, the villagers?" she asked Kylo.

"Kill them all," he replied without hesitation, making Y/N gasp slightly. She knew Kylo was like this, yet it was still somehow shocking to see it with her own eyes.

"You're sure that's a good decision?" she asked, watching Phasma command the Stormtroopers to fire.

"You're questioning it? They were hiding him," Kylo said as if it was the only reasonable decision. "Come. Hux is surely awaiting the return of the soldier I had stolen from him, as he told me repeatedly after you left."

This did cause a small smile on her face. The fact that Hux fought for her even when she was not around mad her stomach flutter. Kylo began walking back towards the ship, but he stopped suddenly, focusing on one of the Stormtroopers... And then resumed walking as if nothing happened.

"You know what you and Hux have in common?" she asked as they were entering the ship again.

"Nothing, hopefully."

"You keep on talking about the other. Maybe you 

two just should talk more with each other instead of talking to me about the other, hm?" she teased, knowing it would drive him mad just like it did with Hux. In that way, they were quite similar.

"You're on thin ice," Kylo grunted, but she just laughed again.

"He says that too."

Not much later, Y/N found herself back in the safe and sound bridge of the Dreadnought. She walked in with Kylo to see Hux pacing back and forth, until he saw the two of them and approached them instantly.

"Finally. What took so long?"

Maker, was he glad to see her. He didn't even care Ren was at her side - the only thing that mattered was that she was safe and triumphant. She even still had her make-up on... And looked absolutely stunning to him.

"You should be grateful, General. We have a prisoner that has the information about the map," Kylo said, jerking his head towards the two Stormtroopers that were holding Dameron between them. Hux raised parted his lips in slight disbelief when he saw them.

"Sir, what do we do with him?" one of the Stormtroopers asked.

"Question him. And do not stop until he breaks," Kylo commanded, so they took Dameron out of the room, allowing Ren to turn back to Hux. "Now, you have your favourite back, General. She succeeded in everything, so you can stop complaining."

At that moment, Hux's happiness about seeing her was stronger than hatred for Ren. He looked at her and she gave him the smallest smile. They could see in the each other's eyes how much they wanted they threw themselves on the other.

"Well then. Good job, Lieutenant," Hux said diplomatically, keeping his hands behind his back so as to stay professional.

"Thank you, sir." She bowed her head, hiding her smile.

"You will go with me to my office and report on everything."

She tried to contain her excitement before replying. "Of course."

"I'll make sure our prisoner is treated well," Kylo said, then quickly walked out.

"Follow me, Lieutenant," Hux said to Y/N and she almost jogged after him. Now that Kylo was out of sight, she almost couldn't conceal her happiness.

Entering his Dreadnought quarters again provided indescribable feelings; it was there where everything started, after all. He went inside right after her and locked the door, then turned to face her, his arms wide open.

"Armitage," she breathed out with relief as she threw herself into his arms to hug him with all her might. He hugged her back with just as much if not more enthusiasm, elated that she was back there. Finally.

"You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this." She snuggled into his neck, pecking it. "It's been just twelve hours, but so much happened..."

"Do you want to rest?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind."

"Come, then." He grabbed her hand and began leading her to his living room. He gestured for her to sit on a small, black pouf, then settled himself behind her to take her jacket off. To her pleasant surprise, he threw it to the side and got his hands on her to massage her. He didn't think about it, it just seemed like a natural thing to do, to make her feel better...

"Did everything go as smoothly as Ren says?" he asked as he began to squeeze her shoulders, taking her to paradise in a matter of seconds.

"Yes. He was really pleased." She nodded, giving into his touch without hesitation. "Dameron was easy to deceive... But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

This reminded Hux of his jealousy, and what he was worried about even before she left...

"Did... Did you..." he began, then cursed himself for being unable of constructing a coherent sentence.

"Nothing happened. I didn't even touch him," she replied as if reading his thoughts. Hux smiled to himself, then kissed her neck.

"I missed you," he admitted in a whisper against her skin, yet again effortlessly giving her goosebumps. "You have that ability of making me want to see you all the time... Must be awfully convenient for you, Lieutenant."

She grinned to herself, knowing he was teasing her. "And that is an offense, I presume?"

"And don't you know the rules? Tsk..." He shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh, General, I thought you were going to reward me for my success."

"And what am I doing right now?" He squeezed her shoulders even more, causing her to let out a sigh. "You looked stunning," he added in another whisper that made her heart race.

"I wish I could dress up like this for you one day."

And there she was again, softening him like no one else could.

"I'll make sure to arrange that," he replied and, in his head, was determined to do it. "We can't be here long... I have much work to do now because of Ren's ideas."

"Armitage, don't worry, I understand," she turned to see his face, "I will jump back to my duties, too."

"You can rest today. You earned it."

"You're being pretty generous to me."

"You tell me why," he replied, prompting her to grab his face quickly and kiss him with all the passion she could muster. He responded with just as much eagerness; stars, he was so infatuated.

They were both breathless when they parted, excitement whirling everywhere.

"I'd better not rest today, Kylo will surely want something from me... So should I wipe my make-up off before putting on my uniform back again?"

"Let's say you can leave it on for today. And for tonight, for that matter."

She rubbed her hands. "Oh, and what happens tonight?" she asked as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You'll find out."

Around two hours later, Y/N was back at her console, in her uniform, and Malia was trying to ask all about her mission. She wanted to tell her, but it wasn't long before someone came to the bridge and told Hux that Dameron was not telling anything despite different methods they had tried on him. The General saw it as an opportunity...

"Lieutenant, why don't you question him?" He turned to Y/N. "After all, we got him thanks to you."

"Of course, General. Right away." She stood up.

"I will go with you," he added, making her take a deep breath. She wondered whether he wanted to help her or watch her in action - either way, she couldn't wait.

"Missed me, Dameron?" she asked confidently a few minutes later when she entered the questioning room with Hux behind her. Dameron was cuffed to a chair and had blood and bruises on his face, yet he still had enough will to glare daggers at her.

"Are you content with yourself?" he spat as she approached him. Hux was watching everything from next to the door, eager to see her in action.

"Listen, you're not bad." She sighed, crossing her arms on her chest. "It's just that we're on different sides of this conflict and I have a different man I want to be with."

The General shot her a warning glance, wondering what the hell she was doing, but she just shook her head. It's not like Dameron was any threat to them. Either way, Hux's heart began pounding faster, since it was the first time she had ever spoken about him to anyone else like this, even if indirectly.

"Now, I would love to speak with you about the map..." she continued as Dameron didn't reply. "My friends beat you up a little, sorry about that... But it would be easier if you just told us what you know."

She leaned in, making Hux wince slightly, but he composed himself in seconds.

"Want to tell me anything about the map?" she asked in a whisper.

"The only thing I want is to spit on you."

"Save that for your friends." She took a careful step back. "You were much nicer just hours ago... Should I just dress up again?"

He didn't speak at all and kept on glaring at her, so she shook her head again.

"See, General?" She turned her head towards Hux, giggling. "I told you men only go for the looks," she added jokingly, but after wearing that dress and getting the reactions she did, she was almost sure of it.

"Cut it, Lieutenant," he replied, pretending to be as serious as he'd normally be.

Y/N glanced at Dameron one last time. She could see, just by his eyes, that he wasn't going to tell her a thing. She must have been his most hated person on the ship.

"I think it's useless to waste our time here. Should I bring Kylo Ren in here, sir?" She turned to Hux again, and he nodded.

"That would be for the best."

Soon it was Kylo taking care of Dameron and getting information out of him by using the Force while Hux and Y/N were waiting in front of the door. The General decided he wanted to try something risky, just for the sake of it... And, making sure the nearest Stormtrooper couldn't hear him, he leaned in to whisper into Y/N's ear:

"It was one of the hottest things I've seen you do."

She gulped, her knees weakening right then and there. Maker, it aroused her so much she would not mind being taken right then and there, on everyone's eyes.

"Thank you, General."

[galacticwildfire]

it's so damn funny watching the force awakens after reading the poe dameron comics and hearing han's "it's the resistance" when poe comes in clutch when you think about han's only actual experience with them being accidentally trying to pull the exact same heist as poe and going "fuck, leia sent them, better not take that and let them have it, sorry sweetheart, love you in a dramatic flashback way but i'm gonna duck out before they know i was here" and the fact that about the same time the resistance were almost getting their five pilots killed trying to steal fuel to keep their x-wings off the ground and then they're setting them up in the movie as the ultimate mythical badasses when they were broke and understaffed as hell. i love them but it's true.

and i also wanna know poe's thoughts on han because threepio literally trauma dumped in the comics to poe about han leaving them to go back to smuggling without any provocation. the moment they were in a slightly sketchy place he just went oh I miss han my old friend and lamented about their estrangement like a child of divorce to poe the moment he was away from leia. and that's after poe was wondering in before the awakening about leia's grief and the unspecified rumours as to why. i know poe has silent beef.

and were those rumours just about han or ben too? did they ever answer in the movie's novels if poe ever knew or figured out that kylo ren was leia's kid, or what the hell that situation was because you can't tell me no one looked at leia who had a son everyone would have known about that's nowhere to be seen and then at the new vader and didn't connect the dots. it frustrates me the sequels never went into that, especially when he started flaunting his face because you can't tell me no one looked at this extra 6ft tall mf and went yep that's gotta come from anakin skywalker somehow and leia figuring out how to explain that

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Of Portals, Travels and Blossoming Romance

Synopsis:

As Rey's newest apprentice, you managed to stumble across the Jedi temple in Ahch-to when she leaves you to meditate and to guide the other younglings.

Apparently touching murals in a temple is not the brightest idea, seeing how you're now faced with an unknown.

Note: this is honestly just the third rewrite of this one XD after this I'm going on star wars break to write more jjk, but I'll write Ezra stuffs, if ya'll have requests. Gimme a week or two to write some of my jjk ideas and then it's back to Ezra <3

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You were stuck in a temple in Ahch-to, not because your master left you there, but because you decided that you wanted to explore this planet that had the remnants of the very first Jedi temple. Your master told you to meditate, feel the force as she said. But being left all alone in your room, hearing all the new younglings that were brought here by Poe Dameron and parents who believed that their children needed guidance, training basic saber skills using bo staffs, made you feel antsy.

There weren't many padawans your age, nor were there many Masters, in fact your master was still the only known master. Though you've heard that Ezra Bridger lives, his location is unknown and with what he went through, your master decided to not involve him in her plans. Ahsoka Tano and Sabine Wren are also unknown. Whether Ahsoka is still alive is quite debatable. Togruta's who were force sensitive were rumored to live til two hundred years old but you digress.

You wanted to see the temple that crumbled down due to what Kylo-no, what Ben Solo did. Now here you were, foot stuck in a crack on the ground. You held onto the wall for stability, in the picture of a woman with an owl beside her. You felt dizzy, then nothing. You opened your eyes to a fascinating sight. It was like a path filled with endless gateways, with the stars as its background. You had no clue where you were, so you decided to walk around. This place was strange to say the least. You could feel your lightsaber with you still and the small pack you carried but you nearly dropped both when you heard the sound of birds' squawk. The owl's white feathers tinged with green with light green eyes, stared at you. As if sensing your fear it flies away. It turns around and beckons for you to follow. You ran after it and saw that as it landed on one of the gateways, it opened up. The sight before you was a blur but you decided to fall through, perhaps the owl had an idea. You wished to learn about the force or what the history was but, there were barely any salvageable items in any of the temples thanks to the empire. So without any hesitation you leaped in.

"Move kid!" A voice shouted.

"Sorry!" I said as I moved out of the way.

You were confused. This was a rebel base, but you don't know where this was. Try as you might but you got nothing.

"You lost?" A voice asked.

"Yeah I am. Excuse me but where are we..." You trailed off as you came face to face with a tall, young man.

"Wow...hi." you said shyly.

"Hi. Who are you? I'm sure I've never seen you around before." He said quite sternly.

You got nervous, how can you tell them that you basically are from a different time and that you're basically here because a bird led you here.

"Um it's a long story." You said.

He looked at you and noticed you small pack and the lightsaber clipped onto it and he looked back at you curiously.

"Come with me for a bit. I need you to talk to Hera." He spoke.

"Hera? As in General Hera Syndulla?" You said excitedly.

"General? Okay...sure whatever you say." He said shrugging.

As you two walked in silence, you kept looking at him. Something about him felt awfully familiar, it's like you had the answer at the tip of your tongue and you just couldn't figure it out.

"If you stare any harder I might turn to goo." He said teasingly.

"Sorry! It's just that, I don't know your name. I mean you don't know mine either which makes sense, but I'm (Y/N). Not that you were asking but you know, formalities." You said as you felt your face heat up.

"I'm Ezra. You're a jedi." Ezra said with a small smile.

You looked at him starstruck as you just now realized who he was. Ezra Frickin Bridger. Savior of Lothal, king of fake names, hoarder of helmets. The only other Jedi who's alive but his location is a complete mystery. You shook your head and acted normal. You spoke once more trying to hide your sudden excitement.

"A padawan. A very bad one, since I managed to not only ignore my master's order but also managed to lose my way." You muttered to yourself.

"Oh so that's what that little rat tail is for." Ezra said.

"Hey! This rat tail shows I'm an official padawan. My master was just following what the stupid temple said." You defended.

"It looks cute on you though." He added as he opened the door that showed Hera Syndulla herself, sitting down while surrounded by a few others.

"Ezra, I'm in a meeting, what's this about?" Hera said as suddenly all eyes were on you both, all except Hera herself.

"I found a wandering girl in the base and she's a jedi, sorry, she's a padawan." Ezra said.

"A padawan?" Hera said confusedly. She finally turns around and looks at the two of you and out of sheer awkwardness, you raise your arm to wave at everyone. Hera looked at the rest of the people in the room to signal them to exit.

When everyone has left, all except Ezra and Hera, she calls for Zeb and Sabine to join her. You were led to sit in one of the many empty chairs. You looked around fascinated with what you could see. This was the now destroyed Chopper Base or home base of the ghost. Grand Admiral Thrawn follows one of the ships that dock here, then rains fire on this base. This is what intertwines the fates of both Thrawn and Ezra Bridger.

"What did you call us here for Hera?" Sabine's voice rang out.

You have only seen holograms of her in the Lothal museum before the empire ransacked them and destroyed everything. Only bits and pieces of the mural were left behind but she looks exactly like the holograms, perhaps years younger, behind her was Zeb and Chopper, and to say I was fascinated and in awe was an understatement.

"Ezra found a wandering girl in our base who just so happens to be a padawan." Hera said.

"A padawan? Where's your master?" Zeb asked.

"It's a long story." You said quietly.

"We've got time." Sabine said crossing her arms.

I took a deep breath and hoped to the force that they find it in themselves to believe you. You understand it's gonna be a lot to process but it's better to do it sooner rather than later.

"Well, I'm truly a padawan, my master's name is Rey Skywalker. I'm also not from this time. I'm from the far future. Well not that far into the future seeing how in my time Ezra's still alive, around his early fifties and Sabine is still probably alive...I think." You said.

"Okay, you could be making it up though." Ezra said.

"I know that you're in need of more pilots, and Ezra's joining them because he has a bigger role now in the rebellion. I know he's way stronger than he was six months ago, and that there's trouble brewing in Mandalore and Sabine needs to return there." You said confidently.

"That could have been heard by you." Hera rationalized.

"The problem with Mandalore, is nothing new. It was bound to happen." Sabine answered.

"I can't just say something about the future! There are rules to time travel that one mustn't break. There are time paradoxes that could be born just because I exist here." You said.

"So, you could also just say that to avoid us questioning you further." Zeb said, arms crossed.

"There is a spy within the empire, planted by the resistance. The unexpected ally would be an important part of your lives. This base is also bound to be found by a bigger threat." You said.

You walked towards Ezra, keeping eye contact. You whispered your next words to him.

"You're learning to be stronger from the Sith Holocron that you've gotten from Malachor." You looked at him pleadingly.

"She isn't lying. She just told me something that only I knew." Ezra said.

Hera looked at Ezra before she nodded her head. Sabine looked confused but couldn't care less and Zeb felt confused but let it slide.

"Well, the kid's lost. She should probably get some time to get used to this time period." Zeb spoke.

"Ezra, you should train with her. She said she's a padawan, so she's probably used to training the same way Kanan was training you." Sabine added.

"It'll also help you not be a little shit anymore to others." Sabine added jokingly.

"You're also much closer in age it seems so you have the honor of leading her around these places. If you don't mind as well, would you be willing to help out our cause while you're here?" Hera asked kindly.

"Oh sure. I'm fine with that." You said.

"Great, well welcome to the rebellion, um. What's your name again?" Hera inquired.

"My name's (Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet all of you." You answered.

"Well for formalities sake, I'm Hera, That's Zeb and Sabine." She said as she gestured to them who were standing by the door.

"And of course you've met Ezra. Kanan is busy as of right now, but you might bump into him from time to time." She added.

You nodded your head as she gestured for all of you to leave. Zeb and Sabine parted ways, Sabine going off to do her own thing, while Zeb went to train new recruits. Ezra gestured for you to follow him and so you did.

"So you know about the holocron." He said.

"I do. Don't worry I won't tell anyone, not because I agree with you using it but because you have to learn your lesson first hand." You reasoned.

"Oh and what lesson would I learn?" Ezra asked teasingly.

"To not mess with forces unknown to you." You whispered.

"You seem to know what it's like to use a sith Holocron though." Ezra pointed out.

"It's a long story. A painful one as well." You said stiffly.

Ezra grabbed your hand and brought you to a secluded area and patted the spot beside him as he sat down.

"I've got time. It's not like Kanan is training me anytime soon again." He said with his eyes closed.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind. It's not like the memory was a distant one. After all, the fall of the empire, of Palpatine, was only a year ago. Your escape from the empire was only seven months ago.

"When I was a child living in Naboo, my parents were part of the few remaining empire loyalists. I never shared their views as a child. Often getting into fights with them. When my force sensitivity manifested, I didn't know it then that they called for General Hux. They told him about my abilities in the force and when he arrived, he took me with him. I begged and cried for my parents to save me but all they said was that the knights of Ren would be a suitable place for me. To show me the beauty of the dark side of the force. I was only ten years old." You retold your painful memories. You felt your nails dig into your palm to ground you as you continued.

"By the time I was fifteen, I was one of the strongest among the other force sensitive children they took. Kylo Ren would watch as we train, he would pick and choose who would fight him for the day, to test our limits. When we weren't training they'd make us touch the sith Holocron, a lot of the others succumbed to their desires to be stronger, to know everything and they were given the title Knight of Ren. I didn't so, I got a bunch of the others like me to run away when my now master arrived to escape the starkiller base. I was the only one who successfully escaped as the others were killed by the loyalists. I only escaped because I had to kill them too." You said, voice filled with regret.

"I'm sorry." Ezra said as he reached for your tightly closed fist.

"I surrendered to the resistance, I expected to be imprisoned but Poe took a different path. He told me that I was just a child, that it wasn't my fault. I followed Rey, my master when she found the person Kylo Ren was searching for. The rest was history. I can't fully tell you the details as it would cause problems...probably." you finished.

"Yeah that's alright. I hope you know that even with that, I still need to use the Holocron. I need answers and-" Ezra spoke but you cut him off.

"As I said. I'm not here to change what happened. But if you really want to continue, test out your skills on me. I still have years of training from the sith on me. I'm still learning how to do defense more than offense, so maybe you could teach me that." You offered.

"Plus, this is part of your journey. Taking it away from you might fully change who you are." You added.

"That makes sense. So, you ended up here because you were clumsy enough to get your feet stuck in a hole?" Ezra said trying to light up the mood.

"Really, that's your ice breaker? I'm quite sad with that. You could do better." You said smiling softly.

"Hey it's better than, your rat tail looks so long, can I pull it? Would you rather I say that then?" He joked.

"This rat tail is a staple for padawans. Wait, if you're a padawan, why don't you have one?" You asked

"Because I don't need it." Ezra answered smugly.

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Weeks passed with you stuck in this time. Hera and the rest of the ghost crew tried fitting, finding the location of ahch-to to perhaps lead you home but have come up with nothing. Ezra has trained with you, though you see that the Holocron affects him, somehow you can also see that he is not one to be easily swayed to the dark side.

"You're distracted." Ezra said as he pushed you back using the force.

"Sorry, I just, miss home." You said as you dodged another of his attacks, dropping yourself lower and using your saber to attack him from below, to which he dodges gracefully.

"Focus on your surroundings and use it to your advantage Ezra." You critiqued

As you two trained, your sabers clashing against each other. Yellow and green clash, sending sparks to fly. Ezra proved to be stronger as he managed to disarm you, his saber pointing close to your face.

"I win. We still need to work on how you defend yourself. You have way too many openings, your stance when defending yourself is weak. Here grab your saber." He said handing it to you.

He stood behind you, kicking your leg to tell you to widen them. He then checked your stance before kicking your right leg again to tell you to widen it a bit more.

"You have to widen your stance, to have balance, it makes sending you falling when you deflect another saber difficult. And raise your arms a bit higher to protect your face more." Ezra said guiding you from behind.

He was kind to you, though he had moments where the dark side seemed to call out to him, he never lashed out on you. His kindness and willingness to protect his friends, his family, was something that you wished someone had for you. It was no wonder why you easily fell for his charms. He was also funny. Though your master told you that she believed that love wasn't the problem in being a Jedi, but the selfish kind of love. You learned not to shy away from your feelings. You knew that you were meant to return to your time sooner or later, so you chose to keep your feelings locked up. Ezra has his life here.

"what's it like in the future anyways, after the whole schtick with the second coming of the empire?" He asked one night.

"It's peaceful. The people don't feel worried about fighting to survive anymore. Most of the people in the resistance can finally go home. The remaining empire loyalists were put to trial and sent to prison. They can choose to join a rehabilitation program, or they stay where they deserve." You said.

"I have a question." Ezra said.

"I might have an answer." You joked.

"What if you stay here? With us, with me." Ezra said, his gaze stuck on you.

"You know I can't. This isn't my time." You said softly.

"But it can be. We fit well together. I won't be alone as a Jedi, Kanan's back with us, so he can train us better." Ezra tried to rationalize with you.

"We can be something more than this!" He exclaimed.

"And what is this? We're friends aren't we?" You asked.

"Friends don't look at each other the way we do, and they don't sleep in each other's beds." He said.

"I like you and I know you do too. So stay here." Ezra pleaded.

"I can't. I'm sorry." You said.

"You didn't deny your feelings." He pointed out.

"I don't want to. But it's selfish of me to be with you when I have no intentions of staying here." You said.

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Ezra avoided you after that, going on mission after mission. While you joined Zeb to find clues to where Ahch-to was, and though it took a while, you finally found it. The cantina that would one day belong to Maz Kanata was where you found its location. Supplied to you by a pirate that Zeb was in contact with. You related this news to the rest of the ghost upon your arrival and though the rest were happy, Ezra could only stare sadly.

You packed what you originally had, leaving behind the clothes given to you, but took small mementos that they had given you. You were busy packing your things that you didn't notice Ezra enter your room.

"You're leaving soon." Ezra said monotonously.

"Yeah, I am." You said avoiding his eyes.

"I'm sorry about the argument before. It's just that, why would you be led here? Why this time?" Ezra said frustratedly.

"Because I had to learn from you and you needed someone to understand." You said still not looking at him.

"Please look at me (Y/N). I don't want my last memory of you to be this. This distance, it hurts." Ezra said softly.

You faced him, arms still crossed. Your eyes avoiding his. He walked closer to where you stood and held you close. He knew that this was where it ended for you two. Funny how he was shown someone he would have wanted to be with only for them to belong somewhere else.

"I'll miss you." He said, voice muffled by your clothes.

"I'll miss you too. Thanks for being my sparring partner and my friend." You said, eyes closed.

"Thanks for being my friend too. For reasoning with me when I needed it. Thank you for letting me learn on my own terms." He said.

As he let you go, a part of him felt pained. This would be the last time. Seeing you in the future would be much too painful, because he'd be reminded of this moment. So he took a chance, and left a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone before you fully understood what happened.

Ezra didn't see you off anymore, nor was he part of the crew that dropped you off into the temple. You followed the writings on the wall, when you finally reopened the portal. You don't remember what happened next but as you woke up, you were back in your cabin. You heard the voices of the younglings once more. Then your door opened.

"Rey! She's awake!" Finn called.

Rey alongside Rose, Poe and Chewie, entered your room. Rey smiled softly at you and you couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." She said rushing to your side.

"I went to another time. The temple opened a portal and I went in. I met someone and it hurt to leave." You said.

Rey held you close as she looked at the others. Somehow that sudden letter from Ezra felt like a clue but she waited for you to calm down. Once you were she explained what happened, where they saw you and the sudden arrival of a letter addressed to you, from Ezra Bridger himself. She gave you privacy once the letter was in your hands.

You ripped the envelope open once you saw that it really was addressed to you.

Dear (Y/N),

How long has it been? For you perhaps a few minutes? A few days maybe? For me it's been too long. I bet you knew of what I did for Lothal, or my exile, my return, what happened when I returned. I still can't believe you were right about the Chopper base getting destroyed. I missed you all those years. I missed you when I was in Peridea. I missed you during those nights where all I had were my own thoughts. I'm old now, like you said. Why did I hide myself during the war again? Because I knew that if I saw you, even by chance, I wouldn't be able to take it. I already saw you, in the world between worlds. I now know that in that time, I saw what would've happened to you, and if it weren't for Ahsoka's logical reasoning, I would have done something stupid, like jump in to save you.

Life went on even though we were apart but I believed that what you taught me the most, was selfless love. I was selfishly asking you to stay and leave it all behind when your life has barely begun. Mine was already preordained. Though I know that at this point I'm older than you now by many many years. I hope you know that the feelings I felt for you, were my source of light. Thank you for those few weeks. Live your life.

P.S. for the love of the force, don't disobey your master alright.

Farewell and live a good life,

Ezra.

It truly was bittersweet. To meet the right person in the wrong time. But everything, every moment was one you will cherish and Ezra's right. Life goes on and so will you. Perhaps one day, time will be right for you two.

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Note: holy kamote! I finished it! Though I apologize for accidentally posting he unfinished work earlier, Tumblr glitched and even though I put it as save to draft, when I clicked save it got posted. So here's the finished work. It's longer than my usual ones, heheheheh. Enjoy!

[virtie333]

WIP Wednesday

Floy shrugged. “Nobody knows where she holes up, but she comes into Niima most days to trade.” He looked around, his sun-wrinkled eyes scanning the people around him. Suddenly, they widened. “There she is!” He pointed.

Poe turned to see a young woman with dark hair pulled back tightly watching them from a few meters away. She was dressed in clothing that matched the desert around them and carried a staff that was taller than her. She looked very young, her face smooth and freckled, and while she was skinny Poe could see a wiry strength about her. Her eyes widened when she realized they were looking at her, and she turned to quickly walk the other way.

*****

Poe offered her his hand. “I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.”

She looked down at his hand, then looked back up at him, confusion taking over the wariness in her eyes. She let go of her staff with one hand and reached out to take his. Her hand was calloused and her handshake firm. Now that he was closer to her, he realized she was older than he first thought. She was almost as tall as him, as well. Best not get her mad, he thought. She could take him out in a heartbeat with that staff.

“Rey,” she said softly, her voice deeper than he expected.

“I know.”

[walkawaytall]

This is possibly the dumbest hill I'm willing to die on, but I frankly don't care what canon says; Shara Bey is taller than Kes Dameron. I can absolutely believe that Kes is 5'8" tall (source: Wookieepedia). My brain refuses to believe Shara is shorter than him (source: also Wookieepedia, where her height is literally just listed as "less than 1.75 meters" and that is based entirely on the fact that she is established to be shorter than Kes in some comic book, but her actual height is never specified. Just. What.). I barely know a thing about these characters, but Poe just seems like someone who had a tall mom and an average height dad, doesn't he? And Kes just seems like someone who would marry tall, right? I'm not even sure what I mean by any of that; it's just a vibe I get, but it is a vibe I feel so strongly that I want to formally debate whoever canonized Shara being shorter than Kes.

[all-the-things-2020]

Jealousy

Summary: Poe and Finn and some of their friends deal with jealousy in its many forms.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2000+

Jealousy did not look good on Poe Dameron, and he knew it. Still, he couldn’t help feeling that way when he saw the captain of the Vagrulian fighter squadron flirting with Finn. Leia was trying Finn out in a variety of different capacities within the Resistance, and this week he was acting as a liaison officer, coordinating the integration of new fighters into the Resistance ranks. Every so often, a small group of soldiers or pilots would break away from the Republic or independent planetary defenses and join the Resistance. This week, it was a six person squadron from the Vagrul system, who had brought their small but nimble fighter ships with them.

The captain was extremely handsome, tall and broad-shouldered, with incredibly green eyes. He was also closer to Finn’s age than Poe was, and wore his pants much tighter than any man had a right to. Under other circumstances, Poe might have taken a shot at the man himself, but now that he and Finn were together, he wasn’t interested.

Yet it seemed that Captain Rizer was very interested in Finn, and Finn was polite enough, and naive enough, not to notice it. So Poe was sitting in the mess hall, watching a very charismatic young pilot do his best to charm the pants off of his boyfriend.

“Easy there, Dameron,” Snap told him. “Finn’s not biting, so just let the newbie dangle his line in the waters until he figures it out.”

“Please don’t talk about Rizer dangling anything in front of Finn,” Poe said miserably. Snap laughed and ruffled Poe’s hair.

“Just don’t make a scene, Commander,” Snap said. “Your boy’s trying to work and if letting Rizer flirt helps get the job done, that’s just the way it is. After all, you’ve been known to turn on the charm to grease the wheels of rebellion yourself.”

Poe grimaced. It was true, he’d used his looks and personality to talk more than one reluctant ally into siding with the Resistance, but he’d been unattached at the time. And anyway, it was different when you were the one doing the flirting and not watching someone else do it to your boyfriend.

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Finn was having a hard time keeping Captain Rizer on topic. He was trying to feel the pilot out about how many other Vagrulian troops might be willing to join the Resistance, but the man kept asking irrelevant things like if there was a good place to get a drink on base. It was very irritating. He finally managed to get the pilot to agree to meet with General Organa the next day and was ready to call it a day.

“Lieutenant Finn,” Rizer said as Finn started to stand up. “Why are you in such a hurry? Stay and eat with me.”

“Look, I’m flattered, but you’re not my type,” Finn said.

“Oh, really?” Rizer said. “And what is your type?” He smiled charmingly.

Finn pointed at Poe on the other side of the mess hall. “My boyfriend.” He waved at Poe, who had been watching them with an odd look on his face.

Rizer gave Poe an appraising look. “He’s kind of old for you, isn’t he?”

“What? No! I mean, yeah, he’s older than me, but …,” Finn stumbled over his words. It had never occurred to him that the age difference between him and Poe could have any importance.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Rizer said quickly. “I’m sure he’s a nice guy. It’s just … in my experience, it never really works out with an older man. And believe me, I’ve tried it a few times.”

Finn was getting irritated. “Well, it’s not like that with me and Poe,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see you at 0900 in General Organa’s office, Captain.”

He crossed the mess hall and slid into the seat next to Poe. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Poe said, glancing once more at Rizer, who was still sitting at the table, lounging gracefully in his chair.

“He’s kind of full of himself,” Finn said. “Couldn’t get him to stay on topic. He likes to hear himself talk.”

Snap laughed from the next table. “Oh, that doesn’t sound familiar at all,” he said.

“Shut up, Snap,” Poe said.

Finn shook his head. “I don’t mind it from you,” he said, taking Poe’s hand. “I like listening to you.” He kissed Poe on the cheek.

“Thank you?” Poe said. Snap laughed again and Poe made a rude gesture at him.

“You’re welcome,” Finn said. “So what’s for dinner tonight?”

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Finn was not used to this feeling. He knew that Poe was only being charming to the visitors because it was in the Resistance’s best interest to keep them happy, but still it hurt to see his boyfriend smiling at someone else and laughing at their stories.

“Why do I feel this way?,” he asked Rey as they hung back at the outskirts of the reception.

“What way?” Rey asked, in between mouthfuls of appetizers.

“Like I want to hurt that guy,” Finn said. “Like I want him to fly off into a wormhole and never return.”

Rey laughed. “Aw, Finn, you’re jealous,” she said, bumping her shoulder against his.

“Am I?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she said. “I’m not an expert on interpersonal relationships, of course, but I’m pretty sure what you’re experiencing is jealousy.” She popped another appetizer into her mouth and chewed it rapidly. “You see someone else enjoying your boyfriend’s company and you don’t like it. It’s perfectly natural.”

“But it doesn’t make sense,” Finn protested. “I know Poe’s just being nice to them because of the circumstances, and I know he’s not interested in them, and I know he’s with me …”

“It doesn’t have to make sense,” Rey said. “It’s an emotion. They aren’t rational.” She paused for a moment, her head cocked to one side. “Hmm … I wonder if that’s why the Jedi were against having attachments?”

Finn tuned her out. Poe was clapping the delegate on the shoulder and making his goodbyes. He was heading toward Finn, and suddenly his jealousy dissipated.

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“No, BB, I am not cheating on Finn,” Poe told his droid. “I am helping a friend through a tough time.”

The droid beeped a long string of binary. [Friend-Poe was in the quarters of Not-Friend-Markus until 2200 hours. Friend-Finn was alone]

“He was not alone, buddy, he had you,” Poe said, patting the droid on the head. “And I was in Markus’ quarters because his mother just passed away and I understand how that feels.” He sighed. Oh, how he knew how that felt. “Markus just needed someone to talk to who’d been through the same thing.”

BB-8 retorted with a string of beeps and blats. [Did Not-Friend-Markus need someone three nights in a row?]

“Yes, he did,” Poe said firmly. “Look, you don’t understand the emotional attachment we biological entities have with our parents. Markus is from a planet with a very strong matriarchal society, so he had a very strong bond with his mother — you know what, I don’t need to explain this to you. Finn’s fine with it, so just let it go, okay, BB?”

The droid rolled away, beeping and booping disdainfully. Poe shook his head. He loved the little droid but sometimes it was too protective.

He went back to tinkering with the forward engine on his X-Wing. He had almost forgotten about his conversation with BB-8 when he heard a knock on the side of the ship.

“Hey, don’t mean to interrupt,” said a familiar voice.

Poe disengaged himself from the depths of the engine and wiped his hands clean. “No worries, Markus,” he said. He’d known Markus for several years, but they’d never been particularly close, since he flew in a different squadron and they hadn’t had many missions together.

“I just wanted to thank you,” Markus said, his blue eyes still lacking the sparkle they usually had. “For everything.” He handed Poe a bottle of Corellian whiskey. Poe’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, that’s the good stuff,” he said. “How’d you get hold of that?”

“Don’t ask,” Markus said, shaking his head. “But I thought you deserve it after putting up with me and my nonsense. And half of that is for Finn, for loaning you to me.” He winked. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate him giving you up for three nights. I tried to apologize to him yesterday morning, but he wouldn’t let me. You’re a lucky guy; don’t forget that.”

“I won’t,” Poe said sincerely. “But you really want to apologize to someone, find a present for BB-8.”

“Your astromech droid?” Markus said. “What does your droid have to do with it?”

“It’s a little overprotective,” Poe explained. “Got it into its processor that I was cheating on Finn with you.”

Markus laughed. “Oh, that’s hilarious! You and me?” He doubled over, laughing until tears were running down his face. “Your droid does know that I prefer female companionship, doesn’t it?”

“Apparently not,” Poe said. “But maybe if you join Finn and I for a few drinks, and I just happen to invite someone else … say Jessika Pava …”

Markus stopped laughing. “No, you wouldn’t,” he said. “I’m not ready for that.”

Poe smirked. “Nobody’s ever ready for Jessika,” he admitted, “but you’re never going to know how she feels if you don’t speak up.”

“Says the guy who had to be locked in a ship for two weeks with his crush before he’d admit his feelings,” Markus shot back.

“I’ll have you know it only took us two days to end up in bed together,” Poe said. “But don’t let Finn know I told you that,” he said quickly.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t push Jessika on me,” Markus said.

“Okay, I’ll invite Rose or somebody else who’s less threatening,” Poe said. “But you are going to have drinks with a girl tonight and make sure BB-8 knows you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Deal,” said Markus. “I don’t want your droid mad at me. When it took a dislike to that one mechanic a few months ago it talked half the droids on base into tormenting the guy. He ended up quitting.”

“That guy was a First Order spy,” Poe said smugly. “BB’s a good judge of character.”

“It misjudged you,” Markus retorted. “Thinking you were cheating on Finn … with me!” He shook his head and laughed loudly as he walked away.

Poe sighed. He was going to have to have a talk with the little droid.

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“Do you ever get jealous?” Rose asked Rey as they stood at the edge of the room, watching the party.

Rey swallowed the puff pastry she’d just shoved into her mouth and said, “Jealous? I don’t have anybody to get jealous about,” she admitted.

“Oh, I know,” Rose said. “Neither do I, but sometimes I just … well, look at them!” She indicated Finn and Poe, who were crammed into an armchair that was meant to hold one person, and Snap and Kare, who were slow dancing even though there was no longer any music playing, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Rey shrugged. “I guess it would be nice to have someone to be with like that,” she said. “But I’m so used to being alone, just having friends is enough for me right now.”

Rose nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. “Well, I’m going to go chat with the new recruits for a bit.” She elbowed Rey in the ribs. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet someone to get jealous about.”

Rey laughed and snatched another appetizer from the table behind them. She was getting the hang of parties, but she still found herself happiest when stationed near the food supply. It was enough for her to watch her friends having fun, dancing and talking and … were Finn and Poe making out in front of everyone? They were! She shook her head. “Silly boys,” she muttered, before choosing a fruit tart from the dessert table on her other side. This party really did have great food.