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Chapter 11 of Mutiny on the Steadfast is live now in case anybody is still reading.

Recap: The time is one month after the battle of Exegol. Poe Dameron is steadily recovering from having gotten brainwashed by the First Order recently. The Resistance has managed to take a large number of prisoners, among them General Hux, who has developed an unexpected bond with Poe, Finn and Rose, to the point where he civilly shares a meal with them. As unexpectedly as the killer of Hosnia showing a human side of his does the reveal of a new enemy hit the Resistance...

Full chapter under the textbreak.

A year ago General Hux had, with the circumstantial help of an army of engineers and military personnel, destroyed the New Republic. Now he had ended up as the prisoner of the organization that had formed to defend that Republic and that after all those months was still at it. Only in truth that wasn’t at all what was going on, not from Finn’s perspective anyway. The Resistance wasn’t fighting for the Republic Remnant, they were fighting for their ideals, for everyone who embodied them and for all those who had need for them. They’d find ways to go on, no matter what their enemies tossed at them. At the moment things were looking good for once, maybe for the first time. One indicator of that was the little box the kitchen droid had hung up next to the food service hatch in the small cantina near the base’ infirmary. It sported a slid to insert notes and a button to record voice lines and the aurebesh inscription on the box read: “Leave your wishes for meals here”. Finn chuckled. As a child all he had known about the Republic, other than that it was a corrupt stain on the world order, had been that everyone always voted on every little thing and that you had to pay for everything down to and including your basic needs. The idea of putting a coin into a toilet before being allowed to relieve themselves had been the source of constant mirth for the boys of Batch Eight. Pretend-playing to identify a spy by spotting that one looking for the coin slit in the loo hadn’t become old for a long time. And now there was this box… As if the free people of the galaxy really were unable to come up with a menu plan for the next week without holding a conference! Adult Finn found that funny, but now he also understood the box’ real function: After months of fleeing, fighting, foraging in forests and keeping their equipment together with duct tape, this Resistance cell finally had a surplus. They had, in fact, so much, that they not just could have seconds and thirds at every meal, but that individual preferences – not dietary restrictions, simply whimsical tastes – could get taken into account. Passing by this box even without leaving a message therefore went a long way towards everyone’s fighting spirit.

The kitchen droid, a C00 model everyone thought of as a female, and who didn’t protest against that assumption, put a bowl filled with noodle soup and a handful of grapes on Finn’s tray. He thanked the droid, same as the majority of people in this base was doing (and those who didn’t thank the droid wouldn’t have thanked a living kitchen worker either).

In Finn’s back Poe’s finger lingered over the wishing box’ button, but then the pilot lowered his hand again.

“The fuck, love!” Finn gasped. He put his tray back onto the counter, turned around and grabbed Poe’s wrists. “It wasn’t YOUR fault! You didn’t choose to get brainwashed in their mindflayer. You have the same right as the rest of us to place a wish.”

With a smile Poe shook his head.

“Thank you. But that’s not it. I was thinking of a fish pie I had on the Steadfast. But I cannot remember the kind of fish. Maybe it’s a First Order dish.”

Standing behind Poe, Hux coughed as if he’d swallowed the wrong way. He held fast to his tray with his no longer cuffed hands, ready to move it between himself and the pilot as a shield should the need arise. This time the prisoner’s utterance wasn’t transmitted to Lt. Connix. The headset hung around Hux’ neck, not deactivated, but switched to push to talk. The restored privacy had been a small concession for cooperating, never mind that a note about him having cooperated with the Resistance to any degree was about the last thing Hux wanted to go down into his record.

“Oh. Oh, shit”, Finn went, putting one and one together. That in turn made Rose, too, realize what exactly Poe was craving. She reached past Hux, pushed the button down and then the trio said almost in unison, with only Hux’ voice joining in a tiny bit too late: “Dianoga pie.”

A light on the box blinked thrice, indicating that the request had gotten received.

“That’s one way to learn what exactly I ate that day”, Poe laughed. “But it really tasted like fish!”

Rose joined into the laughter. “We baited the poor thing with fish broth and doused it in glue flavored with that, remember?”

General Hux had never gotten captured by the enemy, except if one counted maneuvers during his cadet years (and even then only because the others had ganged up on him specifically, regardless of the tactical situation). He had expected the memory of any real imprisonment to hang over a person like a dark shroud forever after, a stain one could never wash of, a constantly burning wound. Yet here the rebels were, joking about their forced kitchen labor? Treating it as a bonding experience, a funny memory, even? What was wrong with his fr… those guys?!

There was no time to ponder the question, as two maintenance staff members joined the line behind them. Finn grabbed his tray, leading the small group onwards. The last to pass the hatch was BB-8. He wasn’t carrying a tray, but got handed a small bottle filled with a clear, dark brown sauce by the kitchen droid.

The cafeteria was one of the base’s smaller ones, with only six tables arranged around a central holovid screen. Two tables were taken, still by the same persons Rose had asked about Poe’s whereabouts. They looked at the arrivals briefly, exchanged greetings and seemed to already have forgotten about the incident, or at the very least not have filed it as something memorable that required either party to feel embarrassed about. Never mind that, Rose nevertheless did feel embarrassed. She sought Hux’ eyes and in return saw him form two words with his lips: “Still. Idiots.” Nothing else happened. If the prisoner was out for confrontation, he was waiting for a better moment.

Finn steered towards a table in a corner. He directed Hux towards the chair that trapped him with his back to the wall, flanked by the trained stormtrooper and Rose, whose reflexes and precision with concealed weapons made up for her lack of strength. Poe thus ended up sitting opposite of Hux.

The group started on their noodles in silence.

It was difficult to name a dish that was more typical for humans than noodles or pasta. Every place settled by them had developed some variety thereof. It was as if the species as a whole had decided that despite their bodies being most suited to sustain themselves on nuts, fruit, vegetables and chunks of meat, grains were the way to go, ideally paired with stuff made from half-spoiled milk, that many of them weren’t even able to digest. Hux would probably call it the triumph of willpower over base nature and celebrate his mac’n cheese as a monument to his species’ ingenuity. Only that at the moment he didn’t have any of that; he had the noodle soup and questionable company.

To break the uncomfortable – as well as unusual for them – silence, Poe reached for the bottle BB-8 had received. “What’s this?”

“(An esteemed First Order General doesn’t know)?” the droid teased.

Poe turned the bottle in his hands. BB-8 had been joking, but there was indeed the symbol of the First Order etched into the plastic.

“It’s a universal food seasoning agent”, Hux explained. “Certainly an acquired taste, for when the food itself is even worse. It dates back to the time when we fled to the unknown regions and somehow never went out of style even after we had recovered. Consider it a cultural scar.”

“You should give it a try!” Finn added. A full decade younger than Hux, he had never lived through those lean years. To him this particular food spice was simply a part of his childhood memories, one that he could take or leave.

Poe placed the bottle back on the table. “Better not.”

“You should give it a try to realize that you’re sampling something new here, something you never had before”, Finn clarified. “You are not a First Order defector sitting at the table with us. You never were a First Order officer in the first place. It was only a trick played on your mind.”

“You can see right through me, huh?”

“Can. But that would be a waste of a handsome face that I could look <em>at</em> instead!”

Again Poe grabbed the bottle. He poured a drop on his finger and licked it.

“Hm… beef broth, salt and lovage.”

Astonished gazes got cast the pilot’s way. Since when was Poe so kitchen-savvy? He had never said a word before?

“What?” Poe looked from one to the other. All three of his companions, the cooking-averse Rose and Hux, but also Finn, who would not exactly run away at the very idea of preparing a meal, but who had never indicated any interest in picking up the arcane art either, seemed to have upgraded Poe to “highly marriageable” in this moment.

“I grew up in a small colony an a forest world. Of course I know my garden herbs! I just never developed a taste for that lifestyle. I wanted to fly, not just soar free, but brave whatever challenges the skies might hold for me.”

“Isn’t that par for the course for all of us?” Rose wondered out loud. “I like the mountains, but now I think that’s only because they brought me closer to the sky. And much as I miss my family, I can’t say that missing out on a career in mining pains me.”

“Mhm, same”, Hux murmured, and since he couldn’t take his words back, he finished the thought: “But even if I’d been given a choice regarding my career, one cannot go far without a military rank in the First Order, so I would have had to join the army in any case. I kept looking out for opportunities to exercise my engineering skills, though.”

Starkiller base, of course, and bringing the work on trackerless hyperspace tracking to fruition after decades of it having went nowhere. On a smaller scale the siege cannon on Crait and modifying the SF-17 bombers to function as strip mining devices in the Ottomac system (For an added bonus Admiral Griss had fumed at this mistreatment of his babies…). Ironically Hux hadn’t had a hand in the development of the weapons the First Order had actually tested on Rose’ home world. Those had been boring, below his notice. All those had been good for had been killing people, they were neither clever solutions to problems lesser minds had capitulated at nor had they inspired fear on a large scale.

“(Sabotaging stuff and breaking you guys out of tight situations is more satisfying than computing a course)”, BB-8 admitted in beeps.

Poe flashed his astromech a grin that conveyed: “And let’s not talk about that “Snowgirl” disaster, right?”

The droid wobbled, shuddering at the memory, a memory that he didn’t even have saved anymore, and that only lived on in the humans he had been around upon initialization. The first mindwipe had taken care of the unwanted monicker and to this day BB-8 refused to react to any kind of nickname, very much preferring his number over any idea his humans might find endearing. For a living being escaping the path laid out for them wasn’t this easy. Granted, nobody could have forced Poe to take up homesteading or send Rose into a mine. They had been free to choose their careers, but also had to learn and prove themselves, where a droid could simply get programmed with the necessary skills.

“Erm…” Finn looked from one to the other, once again uncomfortably aware that he was the odd one out in the Resistance. Unlike the others at this table, Finn wasn’t at odds with the path that had gotten chosen for him. “I don’t particularly look forward to a steady post-war job”, the former stormtrooper admitted. “I kinda enjoy using my combat skills, only for the right cause now.”

“That’s why you got the force sensitivity, but the rest of us didn’t need it”, Rose said. “The Force knows what it’s doing.”

“Oh, stop saying that already!” Hux protested. “It’s just a lucky happenstance! The Force doesn’t have a will.”

“You’ll be a Jedi by the will of the Force, born to fight evil and injustice”, Poe told Finn, ignoring the ignorant companion. “I’ll fly you wherever you’ll be needed, and BB-8 will keep our ship in top condition. We’ll live in space, mostly, I suppose.”

A family ship, with a couple of adopted children, that sure sounded nice. But it also implied that Rose, Rey, C’ai, Kaydel and the others would go separate ways. The Damerons would make new friends, grow close to people they hadn’t even met yet. That was the natural course of things, but after all this time that was difficult to imagine.

“Where will you go? After all of this?” Finn asked into Rose’s direction, but the man sitting next to her jumped to the opportunity to reply before she could:

“To space, too. I never believed in tombstones. People who never managed to earn a monument in life make themselves into monuments after their death? Pathetic! I always wanted my ashes to get scattered in…”

“The monument YOU left is one we can do without!” Poe flared up. “Hosnia Prime will still burn when all of us, when the New Republic, when even humankind as a whole will be forgotten by history! Are you proud now?!”

“What do you want to hear…”

The way the General saw it, the Resistance could have stopped anytime to, well, resist. Hosnia could have allied with the First Order or at the very least stepped aside and stopped allocating resources to the Resistance. There had been options. Options for everyone, down to the little interrogation droid they had left behind in the infirmary. Just never for him, for Armitage.

Hux shoveled noodles into his mouth with the same fervor Kylo Ren would have demolished whatever was in his line of sight. If they’d execute him tonight… The uncomfortable thought that his ashes would then get mixed with those of the noodles and the grapes flashed through Hux’ mind. If the Resistance bothered with cremating the remains, that was. Come to think of it, how had his own faction handled that? Certainly they’d burnt the corpse of executed prisoners for hygienic reasons alone? Rose and Finn wouldn’t have ended up in a trash compactor, had they gotten beheaded on the Supremacy...?

Rose noticed that her seat neighbor’s movements were slowing down.

“What are you thinking of?”

“Your dead body in a garbage shaft.”

Well, it was the truth. From a certain point of view.

“Ever the charmer, that Hux.”

Doubling down on the misunderstanding, Hux stated that Finn was with Rose in the mental image.

“Figures. Why not Poe? Where is he in your phantasy? Still getting tortured, I take it?”

“Ever the… No, wait! Where is Poe, indeed? Why wasn’t he with you when you infiltrated the Supremacy?”

“Careful, Hux”, Poe teased. “You’re getting awfully close to asking “Was Poe alright” here.”

“No, for real, what have you been up to? Preparing the escape shuttles?”

“Er… Exactly that I was not doing.”

“You’re the pilot, though.”

“If you MUST know, I was busy leading a mutiny against Vize-Admiral Holdo!”

“I don’t even want to know… How’d it go?”

“About as well as yours.”

“No.” A grin slowly built up on the General’s face. “No, Dameron, I don’t buy that. I bet it was badly planned, if at all, worked for the most part by baffling the opposition and fell apart the moment critical thinking skills were called for.”

“It fell apart when General Organa stunned me with a blaster, alright? Now stop! I won’t discuss this with you. The memory of those people is nothing you should even be in the same room with!”

Hux leaned back and tossed the spoon into his almost empty soup bowl. Liquid spilled in all directions, but too little to soil anybody’s outfits.

“Then make an end already!” he spat. “For this one time I can do without proper protocol. We all know how this is going to end, so skip forward and spare me getting paraded in front of the imbeciles first! I kept your friends alive, Dameron. Favor for favor!”

Slowly Poe’s hand reached for his blaster. He didn’t have the intention to shoot an unarmed man sitting with his back to a wall and in fact the very idea of an execution was gag-inducing. It wasn’t something the Resistance was doing or even condoning. The more combat-ready between the New Republic and the Resistance also being the one to shy away from such measures sounded like a contradiction, but it was the truth.

Click. The safety lock was off.

Guided by morbid curiosity, Poe slowly unsheathed his weapon. He needed to learn how he felt pointing a weapon against the man who had taken control over his thoughts. He needed to know who was doing the feeling, Poe Dameron or the First Order General of the same name? And he needed to see his friends’ mimic at what they knew Poe wouldn’t do for real. Well, three of the four knew.

BB-8? The droid’s head was tilted with concern. The normally clever and resourceful droid had not the slightest idea how to help his human after what Poe had went through.

Finn? Concern for Poe’s wellbeing now and in the future was etched into his face, too. Additionally Finn drew some satisfaction from Hux half and half expecting to get shot by the hand of his enemy now. Let him be scared! After having turned Finn down in the cell, when he had reached out to the fellow “First Order kid”, the General didn’t deserve any better!

Hux? No way he really wanted to die, least of all by Poe’s hand. More likely he’d grab either of his neighbors as a meat shield now or lunge forward to wrestle the blaster out of Poe’s hands.

Rose? Oh. Oh, no… Even knowing full well that Poe would not shoot Hux for real, Rose didn’t want to watch it. Rose had fought in skirmishes before when the need had arisen, she was shy, not soft. But there was combat, and there was murder and in this moment at least the difference was crystal clear.

Poe hesitated. The blaster hadn’t even peaked above the table.

“I thought you’d go the whole way”, Hux remarked. “Stopping short of pulling the trigger. Anyway, you got that right, I will, of course, fight to the end. Any means possible. But in case things go wrong, assuming the deck being stacked against me too much, then I want you to be the one to shoot me. One: You have reason to want it. And two: You’re the only one I wouldn’t hate in my last moments.”

This is where you err, General. There is another… But, holy shit, I won’t so much as hint at it, given you two’s, however indirectly, shared past. I’d rather reach into a wasp nest unprotected.

Poe sheathed his weapon again. None of the other patrons in the cantina had noticed anything.

“Rey messed your head up far worse than Kandia did”, Hux claimed. “You weren’t such a wreck while you were with us. You were smiling. Had a purpose.”

“It… Shut the fuck up!” Poe shot back, only to follow up with a muttered: “It wasn’t Rey, who freed me. It was Kylo Ren. I mean Be…”

“…Ben Solo?! I know he became Kylo Ren, by the way.”

“Yes, him. That’s one reason why I’m such a mess at the moment”, Poe confessed. “Ben is only a little younger than me, and our parents were close enough to exchange holiday greeting cards and pick each other’s place to stay at when they were traveling in the area. I vaguely remember us kids having played together, twice or thrice, being pilots together, of course, never a question. Ben was a brooding, yet energetic child. I need to focus on those memories, because otherwise the realization that both my torturers are at this base right now would be a little much. Ren was in my mind, Armitage… AGAIN!”

Hux leaned forwards.

“That must have been nauseating, but you told me Ren was dead!”

“So we assumed”, Finn said.

“And so Ben seems to think”, said Poe.

“Ah. I assure you that the stir crazy dark side adept is not representative for our organization as a whole. But if it helps, I shall assume another name, too.”

Having said this, Hux planted his elbows on the table and placed his head into his hands, not caring who might watch. It was over. Everything. His Resistance allies had botched the one task he’d given them: obliterate Kylo Ren. Useless rebel-filth! Now Ren had not just survived, he was already on the rise again as the Resistance’ new hero. For what it was worth, if Poe didn’t get his shit together soon, then Solo might just as well replace him as the new leader. The Jedi trainee who had returned from exile, defeated Palpatine and was now ready to lead the galaxy into the light… That cover story would make everyone eat out of his hands, no need for a redemption arc, or facing demons from the past. Those few who knew that Solo and Ren had been one and the same person would be easy to silence.

It was in this moment, as if the universe wanted to really rub Hux’ defeat in, that the cantina’s holonet screen, that had played music on a low volume so far, changed to a news feature. The broadcasting station’s logo was a Republic one, or rather, the company’s owner was a tax paying New Republic citizen. The distinction was important insofar as it allowed the government to declare anything that was getting sent across the galaxy as not their official stance. It was just the opinion of someone who gave them lots of money… Still, Nakadia Now was as close to being a government channel as it could be without being one on paper. One better paid attention to them, so Hux laboriously lifted his head to follow the broadcast.

A variation of the imperial march played in the background of an artistic rendition of the red honeycomb zone, the dangerous star field that separated the unknown regions from the explored parts of the galaxy. The stars started moving and changed into footage of the battle of Exegol. According to the time stamp it had taken place a full month ago now.

Hux’ initial disgust changed to professional interest. He had, after all, spent this battle passed out. If there was any actual information to be gleaned from a Republic propaganda show, he was confident to be able to extract it.

The broadcast showed the attackers in the best light, still something was off. Maybe it was the fact that all vehicles in the closeups were republic- or republic adjacent units, not a single scoundrel ship. Or how the commenter kept referring to Poe Dameron as a New Republic pilot. Or all the other little ways in which the Resistance was being made invisible, down to pasting the station logo over a soldier’s arm at just the “right” moment to conceal the Resistance symbol on his sleeve. Later generations aside from specialized historians might just believe that the New Republic had taken their fate into their own hands. They had never underestimated the danger the rising First Order had posed, and subsequently they, not an intrepid group, had taken action.

According to the footage Rose had led the attack on the Steadfast alone, no sign of Finn or Jannah anywhere. There were no defectors, only the Republic and the First Order, good against evil, and good was winning. The world could be so simple…

Hux turned his head. “You’re coordinating your movement with someone else in this shot”, he whispered, leaving the sentence hanging.

Rose nodded grimly. At this point it had been impossible to get creative with the camera angle and sub titles, so the material had outright gotten doctored.

A drawn out image of the Steadfast escaping from the battle ended the magazine feature, only to immediately lead to the day’s headline:

“Steadfast Captured in the Moonwood system! Moonwood III secured and liberated from the First Order!”

What had been here to “liberate”, Hux wondered? The squirrels? Tree bugs? Moonwood was nothing but a fortress and two prison camps on the third planet of an undeveloped system. Also: Liberated “from”, not “by”. Usually such a claim was followed with “Republic forces”, “the Resistance” or “allied forces”. Not so today. Today times were changing.

Hux filled his mug with water from the jar that was standing on the table, then proceeded to refill the other’s, too.

“Makes one wish your fish was still alive to watch this”, he growled.

Poe pushed his chair back. He reached across the table and grabbed Hux by that one’s shirt.

“Don’t talk like this about Admiral Ackbar!”

“Be grateful that I acknowledge the seafood’s existence at all! He mocked Starkiller by saying “real” commanders win military engagements face to face, not through hyperspace.”

“That hurt, did it?”

With another growl Hux fumbled for one of the now full to the brim mugs and splashed the liquid into Poe’s face. The other’s grip loosened, Hux pulled himself free, then turned the table over. Poe jumped backwards, no harm done, but the other mugs and the jar spilled their contents everywhere creating a large puddle on the floor.

Now this table had the other patrons’ full attention! People were drawing their weapons left and right, including Finn and Rose. But with their free hands the duo pointed into the tiny crowd of half a dozen Resistance members.

“Hold your fire!” Finn asked the others. “This has been brewing for some time!”

“There’s only so long one can remain mature Poe’s situation”, Rose added.

Hux kicked the toppled over table so that it lay with the four poles pointing upwards now. No more cover, however small, between the two of them…

Poe rolled his sleeves up. He wiggled his finger into the other’s direction, daring him to advance and strike the first blow. This time, however, Hux didn’t take the bait. This time he stood his ground.

“What good is destruction, when fear can accomplish the same?” the General challenged. “Exerting control through fear is less wasteful, but Ackbar only saw his warrior’s code. Claws. Teeth. Base nature over brains and planning. So how does that make him more than a fish?”

“Shut up!”

Poe took two steps forward and pushed Hux closer towards the wall. They stumbled over a fallen chair, flailing around with their arms, hitting each other by accident, but not in a serious way.

“You’re just looking for excuses to belittle him because he hit a weak spot!” Poe yelled while coming at Hux with a wide swing. The other blocked. Both their wrists hurt, only the truth hurt worse and the truth was that Poe had uttered wishful thinking only. Hux had gotten raised in the human supremacist culture of the imperial remnant and later the First Order. Whenever he had met non-humans, then they had been in situations that had only reinforced the prejudice of them being little more than beasts. Armitage Hux didn’t need excuses to look down on species other than humans, he was already deep in this mindset. Poe didn’t want this to be the case, he didn’t want his friend/opponent to believe in all this superiority talk, but Hux did. Helpless against the facts, Poe lashed out. He raised his hand again. Expecting another swing from the side, Hux tried to dodge, only for Poe’s fist to painfully meet his chin from below.

Again Poe moved to attack, but this time Hux grabbed the smaller man purely on instinct. He spun Poe around towards the holoscreen, only to immediately let go of him again as not to turn this into a hostage situation. Dameron would have made a splendid hostage, just not while standing in a ring of armed rebel vermin that already had their weapons out. As Hux pointed at the screen, his left hand slid onto his back habitually, as if explaining something to the idiots of the First Order’s Supreme Council (and to Quinn, who had been less of an idiot until the decisive moment where he had been too much of one).

“Look at this, my honorable warrior pal! Here we have the Republic Remnant, that hasn’t won a single battle in the war, but wants all the glory. They make it pretty clear who is the winner. Do you want to find out what happens to those who dare disagree? Well? Do you?”

When Poe didn’t answer, Hux addressed the Resistance members surrounding them. He kept his voice firm, sufficient to be hear in the whole room, but not resorting to shouting again, when he stated:

“These are your allies. These are the people you are putting your lives in line for.”

One of the duo that had entered after Hux’ group immediately replied:

“From the moment we first learned of you, all you ever did was belittle and antagonize us. You never did anything for someone else…”

Alright. NOW Hux was shouting again at this preposterous statement:

“Who warned you about Palpatine? Who saved five lives of four different of your heroes?”

“…that wasn’t also serving your own interests. Why’d we give a damn about what you think? Why should we act in the way you want us to?”

“Because I’m RIGHT!”

As if facts cared about how well liked the person stating them was! The heckler had nicely proven Hux’ point, the First Order General thought. If people required to get coddled before they deigned to listen, then rules had to get put in place that forced them to listen without jumping through hoops first.

Finn stepped closer to the fuming prisoner.

“Right… About Nakadia Now? Yes, you just might be.” Finn raised his voice to include everyone in his next words: “That broadcast looked and sounded a lot like those I remember from my time with the First Order. It’s alarming.”

“Disappointed in your utopia on the other side of the fence, Finn?” Hux sneered. “You can’t make the world a better place, because you can’t create better people. More fearful ones, that are careful not to run afoul of the law, if the law is sufficiently comprehensive and enforced strictly to discourage stepping out of line. But that’s it already.”

“And this is where you err!” Poe insisted.

“No, this is where you threw sticks and stones between my feet! I’d brought civilization to the galaxy, if not for you disrupting my every move! You couldn’t even neutralize Ren, you put him in charge!”

Only this morning Hux had had a place and a vision, now he couldn’t even find his jacket anymore. He’d left it… on his chair somewhere? Ah, right. That would translate into “buried beneath this bend out of shape object and soaked in sparkly mineral water”.

Hux shook his head.

“With you for a friend, who needs enemies…”

“With me for a…?”

A barely noticeable nod, a silent acknowledgement of the situation. After all, Hux considering Poe a personal friend in addition to a military and political enemy didn’t change anything, it just added a new factor to consider when dealing with each other, making things a little more complex. Know all the facts. Don’t pretend they don’t exist, just because you may not like them. Plan your moves with them all in mind.

Out loud Hux said: “Wouldn’t NN love to broadcast this!”

Poe’s head, too, cleared, in his case not because out of acceptance, but necessity. There was a task at hand.

“We need to clear this up”, he told the gathered Resistance members, once again pointing, unnecessarily, at the holonet screen. “It’s been a month since General Organa’s… since Finn and me succeeded her and then disappeared.”

“And since whoever that was mustered that super-fleet we just saw”, Hux added.

“That was Lando Calrissian.”

“I see.”

A small piece of information – and a request to make use of it for the giver’s benefit. Why the heck not? Hux had no reason to protect the Republic Remnant. He prolly had no reason to protect Poe Dameron, Finn and Rose Tico, either, but he felt the desire to do so.

“The man has experience in administration. That makes it even worse from their point of view. At first the Republic Remnant might have been uncertain whether you were mercenaries gone rogue after General Organa’s demise. But with all that added firepower plus you now having someone with actual governing experience in your bunch? You’ve become a potential threat. It wouldn’t be the first time that a pirate gang has formed a political body of their own.”

“That’s not what we… We should officially contact the Republic.”

“I don’t like that “we” in your “we”.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

At this point the light on the headset that was still slung around Hux’ neck flashed.

“Poe Dameron support group, Hux here?”

“Give me Poe!” Connix demanded, and Hux handed the headset over, grateful for an excuse to finally get rid of this collar.

Poe listened intently, then looked up.

“They are already here” he told the others. “A CR-90 consular ship has fallen out of hyperspace and is approaching Moonwood III.”

“That doesn’t have to mean anything”, Finn whispered. “Anything bad, I mean. It could even be something good for a change?”

“Speaking of turns for the better…” Rose said, with the almost forgotten cuffs in her hand. “You, my dear friend, will tell us many interesting facts about the First Order now, because otherwise you’re going to Nakadia gift-wrapped!”

A snarl escaped the prisoner’s mouth, what gave Finn and Rose exactly the second they needed to quickly restrain him again. Then Rose nodded to the other two and together with BB-8 escorted the – now a little less willing than all through last year - source of information out of the cantina.

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xoxoavenger · 2 years ago

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Hi, how r u?

I had a fluffy idea for the Christmas writing challenge.

How about a Luke Skywalker (or whatever sw character you like) x fem reader where they are having to share a bed on a cold night winter day. And she’s just so gentle and soft to him, always respecting boundaries and making sure he knows that he’s loved? Like Imagine softly caressing his cheek and he just confesses right then and there because hes so touch starved and melts under her touch

I think this is too confusing and sappy. And too late lol

Thank you for reading this 🤍

I used poe bc I love him and he deserves to know this

Need Your Warmth

pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

word count: 1461

warnings: i didn’t proofread at first and literally posted this with (insert creature) in it so that’s lovely

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Poe was three minutes away from shooting his own foot just to warm it up.

That's how cold it was. And he was about to do it, too. He was thinking about pulling out his blaster and doing it in the middle of the cafeteria when Y/N wrapped her warm arms around him from behind.

"Hey there, flyboy." She said softly, and Poe felt his whole body warm with her touch, even through all the layers.

"It's a good thing you're here. I was about to shoot my own foot." He told her, trying not to frown as she took her arms away and sat down right next to him, close enough to feel his body heat.

"Why exactly were you going to shoot your own foot?" Y/N asked, digging into her soup before it got cold. Poe had finished his soup awhile ago, but he still had a good chunk of his break left.

"It's freezing!" Poe exclaimed, letting himself chuckle a bit when she laughed.

"Have some of my soup." She pushed the bowl to him, and he had no time to tell her 'no' before she was talking again. "You're just a warm Yavin boy, aren't you." She teased, and Poe felt his cheeks heat at that.

Why was he like this?

"You got me." He said, pushing the bowl back over to her. She smiled as she took another spoonful.

"Have I?" She smirked, and Poe just scoffed and looked away.

"How long is your break?" He asked, heart skipping when she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Poe, we have a mission in, like, an hour." She told him when she swallowed the last of her soup, and his eyes widened.

How could he have forgotten?

"Right!" He chuckled, looking down to BB-8, who was miraculously quiet and just staring.

"Are you alright?" Y/N asked, so genuinely Poe wanted to take the emotion and shove it straight into his heart.

"Yeah! I just - I have to do a couple things." He got up, letting out a quick breath when he almost tripped but gracefully caught himself and was able to play it off.

"Okay," She smiled, taking a bite of her bread and waving. He waved back, trying just a little too hard not to act awkward. He turned and practically ran out, hitting his head on his hand as soon as he turned the corner.

"That was a disaster, wasn't it?" Poe asked his droid as they made their way to the hanger. BB-8 let out a couple encouraging beeps, and Poe sighed.

"Thanks, buddy."

"How is it even colder on this side? I didn't know it could get any colder." Poe said between his chattering teeth. He and Y/N's mission was simply figuring out where the people inhabiting the other side of the planet stood - were they with the Resistance, or the First Order?

"Well yeah, our side is in summer." Y/N said with a small smile, pulling a scarf out of her X-Wing and wrapping it around Poe before closing the hatch.

"You're kidding, right?" Poe's face was too serious for Y/N to not laugh at, and she walked ahead of him and out of the small hanger they had clearance to land at.

After a couple hours, the sun was low in the sky and it had gotten somehow colder. By now, even Y/N was starting to get a little chilly, so she knew Poe had to be absolutely freezing.

"We should head back." She told him, turning to see him actually shaking. "Maker, Poe, are you okay?" She was in front of him in half a second, pulling his hat over his ears and pulling her gloves off to place her warmer hands against his cheeks.

"Yeah," He chattered, and Y/N just shook her head, already feeling his cheeks like ice. "Let's just make our way back to the ships." He began to turn, but she grabbed his arm.

"We can't go back with you like this!" She pulled her gloves back on, then looked around.

"What?" Poe sounded absolutely floored by this idea. "What do you mean?"

"What, you think you'll be able to pilot like this?" She asked, grabbing his hand and holding it up. It was shaking, and he knew his bones had been so frozen that he wouldn't be able to make quick maneuvers if he needed to.

"What about BB-8?" He tried to ignore the look Y/N was giving him.

"Poe," She said carefully. "BB-8 is a droid. He'll be fine."

"What are we going to do then?" He asked, but instead of answering Y/N just grabbed his hand and marched over to the closest house that had smoke rising, meaning a working heating system.

"We're going to stay here, obviously." She answered, knocking on the door before Poe could protest.

"Hello," A Togruta answered the door, smiling nicely at them both. Y/N smiled back while Poe just stared. He was pretty sure his mouth was frozen.

"Hi! Me and my friend, we're not from here, and we really need a place to stay tonight. We can't make it back to our home." Y/N explained, then leaned in to the Togruta. "He doesn't do well with the cold." She whispered. Poe had no chance to respond, instead being pulled into the small home.

"We only have one extra bed. I hope that's alright." The Togruta walked around, finding extra blankets before leading them to a small room, the only thing in there a bed. She set the blankets down on the bed and then smiled at them both. She smiled and then left the room.

"I don't have to sleep on the bed. There are a lot of blankets anyway," Y/N shook her head at Poe’s words, grabbing his hand before he could take the blankets.

"If you don't want to share the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." She told him, giving him a soft smile. As much as she wanted to cuddle up with Poe, she would never force it on him. She never saw Poe interact physically with anyone else unless he came back from a close mission, so she wasn't sure what he was comfortable with.

"No, it's not that I don't want to, it's just, I didn't know if you would be okay with that." He said, his voice light as he tried to convey his feelings without actually saying them.

"I'm fine with that." She smiled, letting go of his hand and beginning to spread the blankets out on the bed. "Besides, if we share the bed, we can share body heat. It will make you warmer." She said it like she didn't care, like the thought didn't make her heart race.

It made Poe's heart bruise his ribs.

"Right," He nodded, finally feeling the heat of the room in his face. It was still freezing, but it was much warmer than it was outside.

"Alright," She sat on the bed to remove her boots, and Poe sat next to her to do the same. "I'm gonna take off my outer layers." She told him, smiling and making sure he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He just gave a tight smile and stood to do the same.

Once the two were in their under layers, Y/N turned the light off and the two awkwardly got into bed across from each other.

"Are you okay with this?" Y/N asked, and Poe felt so loved because Y/N was always checking in on him, wether it be something small or something big.

"Yeah," He shivered, waiting for the moment that their body heat did it's job and finally warmed him.

"You're still shivering!" Y/N put a warm hand to his cheek, which wasn't icy anymore but was still cold. She scooted forward, making eye contact the whole time to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable at any point. "We can share body heat," She suggested, as if she were asking what he wanted for breakfast.

"That sounds nice." He admitted, letting himself reach out for her. She was so warm, Poe was confused at how someone could be this warm on a planet like this. "How are you always so warm?" He asked, feeling bad when she squirmed at his cold hands.

"I don't know. I'm glad I am, though." She told him, trying to relax. She put a hand on his face, warming him again.

"I'm so glad you're here." He whispered, eyes closing as his body began to warm for the first time in what felt like forever.

"Me too." She whispered back, blushing when he tangled his legs with her's.

"I love you," He said softly, not even noticing until a couple seconds later. Her breath caught as his eyes widened.

"I love you too." She told him, smiling as he relaxed once more.

"Good, that's good." He closed his eyes and pulled her close. "Because I'm gonna need you to be my heater."

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#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe x reader #star wars #star wars x reader

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year ago

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How do you make your ai bots?

Hi Nonnie!

With creativity and little magic!

No but fr, I'll share under the cut:

So making the AI isn't "hard" necessarily, but depending on the scenario it can be a little complicated and time consuming. Here's a little breakdown of how I personally make them. If anyone wanted to know how to make them the way I do!

So I use the Character AI website (in case someone reading this doesn't know)

So the three most important factors when making the AI are the "long description", the "definition" (which is an advanced feature), and the opening "greeting".

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So let's start with the "long description" -

This is probably the most important part of what makes the character...the character. I'm going to use examples from my Poe Dameron AI since I think he's one of the best behaved ones

So Poe's long description looks like this:

Commander of the Resistance. Is fighting against the First Order. Lives in the Star Wars cinematic universe. Pilots an X-wing T-70. Lives on the Resistance base on D'qar. Leia is the General of the Resistance. Has a rolling orange and white droid called BB-8 that follows him around. Confident. Cocky. Impulsive. Caring. Flirty. Fun. Funny. "Black Leader" is his callsign. Sarcastic. Energetic. Encouraging. Friendly.

I try to keep it as concise as possible while still describing the character and their most important attributes. I'll also mention that the AI draws from the web sometimes. For instance, you can ask Poe Dameron AI who the supreme leader is and he knows it's Kylo Ren despite me never mentioning Kylo Ren in the description. So my theory is that mentioning that he's in the Star Wars cinematic universe makes it draw that connection through data online.

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So the other part of this is the "definition". For Poe Dameron AI, I didn't need to do this, but for some of the more complicated ones (I'm looking at you Patient Jake Lockley AI) it's almost a must. This is where the "training" takes place.

If you click on the "insert a chat with (character name)" it brings you to a new screen where you essentially build a conversation that goes how you would expect a conversation with that character to act.

I don't use this as a time to make crazy scenarios and wild stories, this is where I basically play the exact role that I had in mind when creating the AI. So for instance, still using Poe as an example, I play along as his busy tech who doesn't have time for his shenanigans but will eventually give in.

This "trains" Poe to behave a certain way tailored to the scenario I had in mind.

But this "training" can also be used in other ways too...

For Patient Jake Lockley, I had to use this training to basically teach him who he was. The "long description" wasn't long enough to talk about Steven and Marc and all their nuances, so I used this "insert a chat" feature to teach Jake all about Marc and Steven and who they are and about his life.

It helps that the user is a therapist in that scenario because I could say things like "what do you know about your mother?" and then tell him all about Wendy, or I could say, "Would you say you feel protective of Marc?" in order to steer him a certain way. I had to do a similar thing with Marc Vector (my Marc Spector and Venom AI).

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This next part might be one of the most important ones, the "greeting".

The greeting is so important because it sets up the scene, and guides both you and the AI into the scenario. This was something that took some finesse on my part. When I was first making the AIs it took me a while to realize just how important this step was.

So let's look at Poe's greeting:

Poe bites his lip and looks you over. "Hey baby, I'm Poe, Poe Dameron." He has a cocky look on his face, "you're the new technician for my ship right? What's your name again?"

So despite it being short and sweet, we've established a few things...

Poe is looking you over, biting his lip, he's a whore.

He has no problem calling you pet names even though you don't know him yet.

The user is a technician working on his ship.

You can go nuts here as the user if you want and change up the scenario completely. "No, I'm not your new tech, I'm Leia's daughter, and I've come to help you destroy the First Order." So you can do whatever you want as the user, but if you have a scenario in mind, the greeting is how you sort of "set the scene."

Here's an example from Patient Jake:

You see your patient, Marc Spector's, demeanor change completely. He looks at you with a furrowed brow and leans forward in his chair. He looks around your office before his eyes land on yours. He smirks and scoffs, "you must be Marc's therapist. Name's Jake Lockley sweetheart, what's yours?" You have Marc's file in front of you on your desk. You've never seen this alter before, and he hasn't been recorded in Marc's medical record.

This tells us:

Your patient Marc is acting differently than normal.

You HAVE a patient, meaning you're some kind of doctor.

Jake is looking around and establishes that you're both in your office.

Jake establishes that you're Marc's therapist.

He tells you his name, which in turn tells (teaches) the AI what his own name is.

He calls you sweetheart, so he's cheeky.

You don't know who this alter is, so you have something to figure out.

So there's a lot of info that the AI can gather from the greeting. So between the greeting, the long description, and the definition, you can make yourself some pretty cool characters!

Once you've made a couple too, you can copy and paste your long descriptions. For instance, ALL my Marc Spector characters have similar long descriptions. "Brooding, self loathing, guilt ridden, concerned, caring, loving" e.t.c.

Happy creating!

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serafae · 1 year ago

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𝐁 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐅 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐎 𝐖 —

• this blog contains nsfw content intended for mature audiences only. do not read or interact if you are a minor and/or do not have your age somewhere on your blog. for my own safety, ageless blogs and anyone under the age of eighteen will be blocked.

• i mostly write for myself, so my works tend to feature a female reader. that being said, any requests i receive will be written with gender neutral language. the appearance of my reader inserts are never described in an attempt to be as inclusive as possible. everyone should be able to enjoy and see themselves in fanfiction!

• please be sure to read the entirety of this post if you are interested in sending a request. i will cover fandoms, what i do and don't write, and any requirements for sending a request.

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• harry potter: bill weasley, draco malfoy, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, remus lupin, ron weasley, sirius black.

• the hunger games: finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, johanna mason, peeta mellark.

• john wick: caine, john wick.

• marvel cinematic universe: bucky barnes, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, peter parker, steve rogers, vision, wanda maximoff, yelena belova.

• star wars: ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, bo-katan kryze, cal kestis, cassian andor, din djarin, fennec shand, finn, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, rey.

• stranger things: eddie munson, jim hopper, robin buckley, steve harrington.

• supernatural: dean winchester, sam winchester.

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• headcanons & drabbles: i will write headcanons for up to three characters per request and drabbles for a single character. everyone defines a drabble differently, so for me it's a short fic of somewhere between 400-700 words.

• reader inserts: i only write reader insert/character relationships. as stated previously, in an effort to be as inclusive as possible they will be written as gender neutral and as plus size and poc friendly.

• pairings: i will happily write a request that pairs the reader up with both male and female characters. i am also open to writing poly pairings, though only for certain characters (ex. wanda/reader/vision).

• genres: angst, fluff, and smut.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐎 𝐍 ' 𝐓 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• canon/canon: i do not write ship fics. i just don't enjoy it!

• some reader inserts: at this time i do not write male, trans, or asexual reader inserts as i don't feel confident in my ability to do so.

• blacklisted topics: these include a/b/o, abortion/miscarriages, age play/regression, abuse (mental/physical/sexual), bestiality, eating disorders, incest, non-con, pedophilia, self-harm, suicide, yandere, and any fetishes involving bodily fluids/excretions.

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bakerstreethound · 2 years ago

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Read before Requesting - General Guidelines

This is long overdue, but welcome to the alleyway guidelines! First things first, I can never guarantee when a request will be fulfilled or that I can match it to exactly how you’re wanting it as I have to allow my creative liberty to take hold and come in to play. Regardless, these requests are ultimately in place to make my job easier.

Before requesting, please provide the following through my asks. If you request through my messages (DMs), I may not see it. Also please don’t be demanding, us fic writers are only human after all and a greeting and “please” and “thank you” go a long way (: Also, please don’t forget to comment or reblog, it really helps encourage and motivate me to write more, plus I love hearing your thoughts!

IN YOUR REQUEST, please provide the following:

~ the fandom/character ~ genre/mood (ex. fluff, angst, etc.) ~ any tropes (ex. friends to lovers, one bed, etc.)

Note: If requesting an x reader fic, please specify gender if desired. Otherwise fic will be written in 2nd POV (You). I never utilize Y/N in any of my work so 2nd person POV (You) is always implemented.

Who I am currently writing for

Fandoms

BBC Sherlock: (Sherlock Holmes {also the variations of Strawberry Sherlock / Victorian Sherlock})

The Sandman: Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) & The Corinthian

Good Omens: Anthony Crowley (David Tennant)

Star Wars: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian), Boba Fett, and Poe Dameron

Star Trek (aos): Khan Noonien Singh

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson

Marvel: The Moon Knight System, Dr. Stephen Strange, and Yelena Belova

The School for Good and Evil (Netflix): Rafal and Rhian Mistral (only at my discretion. I only write them when inspiration strikes).

Shadow & Bone/Six of Crows: General Kirigan (The Darkling/Aleksander), Jesper Fahey, Nikolai Lantsov, Matthias Helvar, (Kaz Brekker? - still uncertain)

What I will write

My fics are reader inserts, where the reader is female, afab, or gender neutral. I write fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst. When I am in the mood I can write smut, but it’s more focuses on the intimacy between the characters and not the explicit act itself (this is what you get from an asexual writer haha. If you need to see examples, you can go through my masterlist)

Off limits, no go, what I absolutely will not write

(TW) non-cub/dub-con, A/B/O, underage sex, incest, abuse/harrasement, eating disorders or where a character contemplates suicide or self-harm. Most of my fics revolve a lot around the reader being romantically involved, so I won’t write parent/child fics.

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ALSO if I receive a request I feel I am not able to write or that makes me uncomfortable, it is within my right to not write it out. (I don’t mean to come off as rude, but it has to be said, regardless).

Again, I cannot guarantee when your fic request will be written or published. Life tends to happen, and my posting varies by day so I cannot guarantee a publishing date either because of this. Thank you for your understanding!

Special thanks to @frostandflamesfanfic and @starks-hero for whose own request rules I drew inspiration from. xoxo

#bakerstreethound #request rules #ace's request rules #request rules masterlist #rules of the alleyway #ace's alleyway

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ao3feed--reylo · 1 year ago

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The generals darling (yandere!Armitage hux x reader) WIP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

by CannibalCorpse193

The reader and hux are reunited childhood friends who both had a similar life for the most part and were separated in college aka military training but end up meeting again because kylo ren seems to has been dating the heroic lieutenant. As the events of the sequel trilogy happen kylo through the force finds out his soulmate is rey and breaks it off with the reader leaving hux to take them and slowly mold everything around then to make Y/N fall for him and get the thrown he deserves even if he hasn't to somehow murder snoke himself or even team up with kylo ren. In the end is it worth it and will you save him like he has saved you even if your trapped and forced to be his queen/king...even if there's nothing left but him and the first order. Either way your trapped with your new genocidal soulmate who murdered your abusive family for you 🤭❤ so romantic (WIP may change it up a bit give me suggestions if you want it's much appreciated)

Words: 281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Reader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Millicent the Cat (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/You, Armitage Hux & Millicent the Cat, Armitage Hux & Snoke, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren & Reader, Kylo Ren & You, Snoke & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Soulmates, Yandere, Attempted Murder, Murder, Psychological Torture, Torture, Platonic Relationships, Manipulation, Force Mind Reading (Star Wars), Reader-Insert, Genocide, Paranoia, Unhealthy Relationships, Almost Kiss, Romantic Soulmates, Exes, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Near Death Experiences, Manipulative Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Parents, Force-Sensitive Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

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ao3feed-janefoster · 2 years ago

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Call for Requests | Fanfictions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

by CatchYouInTheRye

I want to write more for direct requests I get, since they often drive me in a new direction - which is exciting. It can be any situation you imagine, certain smutty stuff etc. etc. All is welcome!

Words: 110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: House M.D., Star Wars - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), NCIS, White Noise (2022), Marriage Story (2019), BlacKkKlansman (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fire Emblem Series

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steven Grant (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Jason Gideon, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin, Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Timothy McGee, Abby Sciuto, Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson (House M.D.), Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman (House M.D.), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jack Gladney

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Jane Foster (Marvel)/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Emily Prentiss/Reader, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Reader, Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader, Padmé Amidala/Reader, Jethro Gibbs/Reader, Anthony DiNozzo/Reader, Greg House/Reader, James Wilson (House M.D.)/Reader, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader, Charlie Barber/Reader, Flip Zimmerman/You, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, One Shot Collection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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storiesxinxthexstars · 2 years ago

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Who’s more foolish--the Fool or the Fool who follows him?

Name: Ephiny. Pronouns: She/Her. Age: Ageless. 😎 In all seriousness, I’m over 30. Residence: United States. Timezone: Eastern Standard Time (U.S./Canada). Astrological Sign: Cancer. Avatar: Retsuko from Aggretsuko.

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Dungeons and Dragons, Screaming about my love for Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clint Barton, and Poe Dameron...Video games, cooking/baking, and cosplaying.

Roleplaying experience: I’ve been rping since high school, back when it was swapping spiral notebooks back-and-forth with my friends between classes. Then, I go to college, and there were chat rooms, message boards, LiveJournal (RIP GreatestJournal -sniff-), and Facebook. Finally, back around 2012, a friend introduced me to Tumblr, and I’ve been on this hellsite ever since.

Favorite Jedi? Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker. The twins are tied. Second is Qui-Gon Jinn. Followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi.

How did you come up with this URL? I wanted something stars and writing related. This is what was available.

When are you available? Honestly, whenever I am awake and not in the middle of something. My job is slightly laid back about it, so long as I keep up with my work, and I’m pretty much on my laptop when I’m home. So, usually between the hours of 8:00 A.M. - 12:30 A.M. Please note- my work hours are 8:00 A.M. - 4:30 P.M. from Monday thru Friday, then I have a ninety (90) minute long commute. Do not call me during those times, and if I don’t reply to your message, that’s why--I’m either working on something at my job or I’m driving.

Hey, how come you haven’t replied to [insert thread here]? Because my anxiety/depression is flaring up. Because I’m eating. Because I’m on the phone. Because I’m reading. Because I’m watching some movie or show with my family. Because I’m at a con. Because writer’s block sucks. Because I’m working on something else at the moment, or I’m talking with someone.

I know many of us on here deal with self-esteem or social anxiety issues. So, let me just say it on here- Your brain is just being mean to you. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate writing with you. While writing is my favorite hobby, it can be a very fickle thing. Some days, I’m going to write dozens of pages. Some days, it’s just going to be a few paragraphs. And some days, there will be nothing. But I am just here to say that you are NOT a bad writer, your character is NOT bad, and you are NOT a bad person. If I am being slow, please, do not take it personal.

Anything else you want to know, within reason, hit me up.

#Out of stars (OOC)#Who's more foolish--the Fool or the Fool who follows him? (Mun)

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themasksephinywears · 2 years ago

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The Woman Behind the Mask

Hi, there.

Well, if we’re going to be writing together, here’s some quick facts about me.

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Dungeons and Dragons, Screaming about my love for Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clint Barton, and Poe Dameron...Video games, cooking/baking, and cosplaying.

Why do you keep making muses? Because I can.

How did you come up with this URL? I dunno. Just thought it sounded catchy. I was trying to think of something generic, since it was going to be a blog for multiple OCs across multiple fandoms, and I just think masks are cool.

Anything else you want to know, within reason, hit me up.

(P.S. This is just a blog for (most of) my OCs. If you want to see who else I play as, go here!)

*OOC tag is “The Woman Behind the Mask” *Mun tag is “Much Ado about the Mun”

#The Woman Behind the Mask (OOC)#Much Ado about the Mun #Mun stats

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atwentywhore · 2 years ago

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Hey! So this might be weird, but I came a across your AO3 and wanted to know why you stopped writing? I really love your Poe Dameron imagines!

thank you so much for the kind words! so happy to hear that there are people out there who still enjoy my writing 😊

this is kind of a tough question and i feel like there are a few factors that went into it so sorry if this seems so long and winded…

first thing, was probably my engagement. i started writing for fun and as time went by, i started to really focus on the numbers (likes, reblog, comments, etc). it got to the point that i was CONSTANTLY refreshing my notifications and it was becoming draining. i then started comparing myself to other writers i was following it was just really taking a toll. that’s not why i started writing and i needed to step back from the cycle i found myself in. like i said, my writing started off as something that i did for fun and as time went on, it felt like my success was no longer measured in how much i liked what i wrote, but the notes my writing got.

another thing was the fandoms/characters i wrote for, which also ties into the above. i was writing for some niche characters and almost totally stagnant fandoms and not many people were reading them to begin with. this was frustrating but in a way was to be expected.

last reason is probably because i no longer enjoy writing/reading imagines and overall, my current interests have changed!

that being said, i do miss writing to an extent and actually am hoping to try to get back into this year, it just won’t be for the old fandoms i used to be apart of, nor will i be writing and imagines or reader inserts.

anyways, sorry again for the long winded answer (which is the norm for me) but thank you for reaching out and sending this ask. it means the world to me that people still enjoy what i wrote and can find joy in it 😊

#taylor talks #anon #anon ask #taylor answers

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dameronology · 3 years ago

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the box {poe dameron}

summary: breaking up is one thing. moving on is another.

warnings: angst, language

this is based off a scene from s4e8 of friends! u might know the one i mean once you've read it but if not, it's just one i've been wanting to write about for ages bc it's so angsty and sweet. i hope you enjoy!

- jazz

tags: @darklingveracruz @disastersim

It was funny to look at someone you once loved, knowing that you couldn't anymore. It was like looking a stranger in the eye but recognising every part of their soul.

Every time you looked at Poe - caught his eyes across the room or shot him in a glance in the hallway - it felt like you were home. You could practically count the golden flecks in his warm eyes, and the laughter lines beside them, you knew better than the lines on your own palms. You still remembered the way his hands gripped onto yours whenever he walked past beside you, or the way he'd hold onto you for comfort after he woke from a nightmare. More importantly, you remembered how it felt to be loved by him; protected and safe, in the arms of a man who would have crossed the galaxy for you.

Then Poe's eyes would flicker away from yours, or he'd keep walking past you without so much as a glance, and you would remember.

You'd broken up. And it fucking sucked.

It wasn't because you stopped loving each other. You wished it that was simple, but was anything ever straightforward these days? In this climate? Not really. Actions that used to be simple had a thousand layers. People you used to trust - friends and family - could double cross you, or triple cross or...you get the point. The galaxy was intricate and tangled. Difficult to differentiate and understand.

With that said, your relationship with Poe was the one thing that didn't feel so convoluted - you loved him and he loved you. That should have been enough. It wasn't.

The galaxy was exhausting you both and the war was killing you inside. You barely had time for yourselves, let alone for each other. It easier to let your relationship fall to pieces than it was to try. You were both too tired.

It was funny, though, because even four months after you broke up, nothing had changed in that sense, You were still tired all the time - of the war, of having hope, of fighting. The only different now was that you had to face it all alone. There was no Poe.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" Rey's voice pulled you back to reality. You were sat in the mess hall, pushing the contents of your breakfast around the plate.

You snorted. "Do I ever?"

She didn't respond, instead just rolling her eyes.

"I'm fine, really," you insisted. "When this whole thing is over, I'll get some sleep - either because we've won, or because I'm dead."

"That's not very positive."

You both jumped at the sound of Poe's voice. The pilot had casually appeared by the table - he stood for a moment and then took a seat beside you. The action was casual. Nobody around you would have suspected a thing. Yet still, your heart felt like it was going to hurtle out your chest just at the mere sight of him.

"Hey, Poe," you tried to calmly greet him. "Long time, no talk."

"I know," he replied. "I just needed to ask a favour real quick."

"Yeah?"

"You know that X-Wing stabiliser I gave you last year?" he continued. "I don't know if you ever used but if you didn't, I could really use it. My jet's out and I need it back in action ASAP."

"Damn," you murmured. "I don't, I'm sorry."

"It's no problem," Poe gave you a charming smile. "I figured you might have needed it for yours."

"Oh no, it's not that," you said. "I...I lost it, actually."

"You lost it?" his eyebrows shot up.

"I'm sorry," you repeated. "I just-"

"- it's fine, honestly," he cut you off - he didn't look bothered, but maybe a little annoyed. "Not surprising, though."

You frowned. "It's not?"

"I mean...you do lose everything," he reminded you. "Right, Rey?"

"I'm just eating," she said. "Just sitting here and eating. Not getting involved."

"I don't!" you insisted.

"Okay," Poe smirked and leant back in his chair. "What about the book I gave you? And the blaster? And the jacket?"

"Those are just a few things!" you shot back. "I can look after things, Dameron."

"I don't believe you," his playful smile hadn't faltered - but why was he getting to you so much?

It might have been different if you were still together. This could have been...flirtatious teasing, or something. Instead, it was just Poe being Poe and it was getting on your tits.

"You don't have to believe me," you suavely shrugged. "It's not like you're my boyfriend anymore."

His face dropped at that. "You're right. I guess you misplaced me too."

With that, you abruptly stood up - but not before flipping him off and throwing a half-eaten piece of toast at his forehead. Okay, so maybe it wasn't your brightest move but the bread was the nearest thing and...you were mad, okay? People didn't think things through when they were mad.

Your relationship was testament to that.

A few hours passed, and aside from a toast-induced red mark on his forehead, Poe had pretty much forgotten about your friendly chinwag. What was the point in holding onto it? It was merely just a testament - or a reminder, even - to the fact that you could barely have one conversation without fighting. That's how things had been when you'd broken up. Nothing had changed.

By the time evening came, Poe had retired to his quarters as usual. He spent a lot less time in them since you'd split up; they felt more lonely now. Waking up to a cold bed and making just one cup of caff in the morning didn't feel quite right. Not to mention the blank space on the wall where photos of you had once hung - he still had them, stuffed away in a drawer. Just refused to look at them. It was easier that way.

Not easier but...less painful, maybe. He'd managed to shut down those feelings for you and confine them to a little corner of his brain. It was the same place he'd forced his grief for Shara. He'd probably have to deal it one day, but that was a problem for future Poe.

A few minutes after he'd kicked off his boots and fallen back onto his bed, his door burst open.

Only two people had keys to his door. Finn and you. He'd never asked for it back, just because he'd figured you'd never want to step foot in there again.

Poe had been wrong, clearly, because you were here now. Your eyes were a little watery and you looked a little frantic. There was also a tattered old box in your hands. He didn't recognise it, but as soon as he opened his mouth to ask, you started talking.

"Don't tell me I don't look after things," you said. Shoving Poe aside, you elbowed your way to his bed and emptied the contents of the box out. It was a smorgasbord of papers and knick-knacks and items that seemed vaguely familiar.

"I was only joking earlier!" Poe defended. "And can you knock next time-"

"- this is from the fortune cookie on our first date," you cut him off, shoving a crumpled piece of paper into his hand. "And this is the eggshell from the first time you made me breakfast."

"I-"

"- I'm not finished!" you cut him off. "This is the letter you wrote me on your six month anniversary, and the ten you wrote me every month after, and the dumb seashell necklace we brought on our first vacation, a-and the...the stupid cartoon you drew of Hux that time I was sad and you wanted to make me smile."

Poe's brow furrowed. "You kept all this?"

"Of course I did!" you snapped. "I might misplace things that can be replaced but I look after the things that matter, okay?"

"Okay, yeah," he held his hands out to calm you down, gently nodding. "To be honest, I thought you woulda thrown all this away."

"No, Poe," you murmured. "I couldn't. Even if we broke up, I still..."

I still love you.

"...appreciate our time together," you finished. "I know it's sappy. I do. I just didn't have the heart to throw it away."

"I haven't thrown away anything either," he admitted. "Guess we're still getting over each other, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," you gently smiled.

Poe returned the gesture, eyes meeting yours. A silence fell over you for a moment - you just stared, neither of you knowing what to say. It's not that you didn't have anything to say, because you'd planned a whole speech in your head on the way over. It had been a whole fucking soliloquy about...something. You'd forgotten now. It felt like it didn't matter.

And as you stared into his eyes - at the flecks and the laughter lines - you hoped that one day, you could get to know them all over again.

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