#star wars poe

[darklinaforever]

By the greatest of coincidences... Does anyone have a literary M / M romance to recommend to me that would resemble the Finn & Poe ship ?! I really need this...

[sabikitsune]

Runaway Rey Prompt

Fandom: Star Wars (Sequels)

Relationship: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo X Rey

Prompt: For whatever reason(s), Rey finds she just can’t stay at the resistance and runs off to the only who understands her – Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (who, of course, accepts her).

The rest of the resistance does not realize that Rey left of her own accord and think she’s been captured and is being held captive. Kylo/Ben does not disabuse them of this notion (either he thinks it safer for her, or he thinks it’s funny to string them along, or both).

There are many, failed, rescue attempts and negotiations for release.

Eventually, after like 2 years or something, Finn and Poe (and possibly a team) manage a more effective rescue attempt.

Poe should be the one to find Rey (because he seems like the more hot-headed one, and prone to jump to incorrect conclusions). And he finds Rey is quite pregnant. He quickly assumes that she was not exactly willing in this. Obviously he goes off on a rant about killing Kylo (bonus if Rey keeps trying to interrupt him and Poe just ignores her.)

How the explanation goes is up to writer.

[lucilassie]

I've pulled crazier stunts than this. 🚀 🌕

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Poe Dameron x Reader): Caf Confessions

The lengths you'll go to in order to spend an extra few minutes with this man.

Word Count: 1,308

Warnings: Fluff

Truth be told, the instant caf that the Resistance supplied to its members left much to be desired. Each sip flooded your tastebuds with bitterness- the first time you gave it a try, you actually choked. Even catching a whiff of the dark liquid in passing made your stomach turn; which was unfortunate because the rest of the Resistance seemed to live on the stuff.  Everywhere you turned, someone was taking a (much-deserved) break with a steaming cup wafting that horrid scent into the air.

But this morning, like every other one, you hurried down the hallway as fast as you could without risking a collision with a fellow comrade. It was quite early, so the usual hustle and bustle of the day hadn’t quite kicked off yet.

Just one thing was on your mind. Believe it or not, it was caf. You couldn’t get your hands on a cup of that disgusting beverage fast enough.

The cafeteria was hardly occupied. A few filtered in and out, and the line for the caf machine was fortunately a short one. Even so, those who were in line happened to be tiredly moseying along, having not been properly awakened. On a normal day, you’d find entertainment in watching them come to life after their initial sip; eyes suddenly alert and lips parting to speak their first words of the day. But you were anxious to be on your way. You were running late this time.

Finally. Your turn at last.

You grabbed a cup and held your breath as you dispensed liquid death from the machine. Additives wouldn’t truly make any difference, but you still threw in a little extra something to try and dilute the flavor.

And then it was back to hurrying down the halls, this time trying to keep the cup from spilling too much. It was imperative that some remained when you reached your destination.

The last set of sliding doors hissed open, and a cool breeze blew the delightful scents of greenery and ground damp from a recent rainfall. The air was humid, temperature rising as the sun began its climb. You took a brief moment to simply enjoy the pale blue morning sky and bird calls in the very forest that concealed the Resistance. The halls inside the base were relatively quiet, but outside, things were already picking up. Vessels lifted off for patrol, and dozens of individuals marched with purpose in different directions.

Then, your gaze landed on a familiar head of curly dark hair in a standard issue bright orange flightsuit.

There he was, his masculine form leaning against an exterior wall casually, caf cup in hand as he gazed out at the jungle beyond. Dewey leaves glistened in the morning light. Your heart began to melt as you observed him from a distance just like you had so many times before.

Poe Dameron was the bravest person you knew. Selfless. Bold when the situation called for it. Kind. His laughter, though rare, was absolutely contagious. And when you were paired with him on a mission, his ingenuity was mind-blowing. So was that boyish smile that crossed his features when something went right.

It wouldn’t exactly be a lie to say that you’d fallen head over heels for the man. Not that you’d come out and tell him anytime soon.

You remained still for a few more moments before venturing forward, giving the appearance of nonchalance as you took residence on the opposite side of the dirt path leading out from the base doors. Your footsteps seemed to make just enough noise because Poe turned his head to look your way. His dark eyes were already alert, observant, but his demeanor was still laid-back and relaxed, hair still disheveled from sleep.

“Mornin,’” he said, lifting his cup as a gesture of greeting with one of those smiles that made your heart melt all over again.

“Good morning,” you replied. That queasy feeling was beginning to settle in after the first revolting waft hit your nose. It was quite the endeavor to position yourself so that the caf in your hand was as far away from you as possible without arousing suspicion.

“There’s nothing quite like a cup of caf,” Poe said, tilting his head back to take a gulp of his.

You nodded. “Can’t think of starting the day without it.”

Because then I wouldn’t have an inconspicuous excuse to come see you.

Poe shifted his stance, coming away from the wall to join you on your side of the dirt path. “This has got to be my favorite part of the day,” he confessed with a sigh. “I love the action, don’t get me wrong. But fifteen minutes of peace, with you…” His eyes traveled back to meet yours. “It’s what I need.”

You held his gaze for a moment before turning, forgetting yourself for a moment and idly taking a swig of the beverage in your hand. What started as a sputter turned into a violent coughing fit, and you were mortified to feel Poe’s hand patting your back.

“You okay?” he asked. “Went down the wrong pipe, eh?”

“Yeah.” No, this stuff is just disgusting. “Sorry.”

He chuckled. “You really can’t stand the stuff.”

You froze. “W-what?”

Poe hadn’t removed his hand from your back even as you straightened. “I see you with a cup of it every morning, but hardly ever drinking it. And when you do, you make a face.”

“I do not,” you countered, taking another sip. The flavor was despicable. You smacked your lips. “See?”

There was no mistaking that pointed smirk on his face. “You just did it again.” Before you could withdraw, Poe shook his head and amusingly brushed his finger under your chin to tilt it upward to meet the glint in his eye. “How about we meet here every morning, like we’ve been doing all along? But you ditch the caf.”

Your face heated up like it was beneath the blazing suns of Tatooine, but you nodded. “Alright.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two as you both turned to observe the view again. Your mind roved over the interaction, occasionally stealing a glance at him while he finished his cup. 

He wanted to keep spending time with you every morning?

What did that mean? Did it have to mean anything?

Poe Dameron cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders in a light stretch. He exhaled in a huff and turned to head back inside, giving you a playful nudge as he passed by you. “I’ll see you later.”

That next morning, you arrived at the spot a little extra early. Poe greeted you shortly after with a cup of caf in one hand, and a cup of another beverage entirely in his other. He offered it to you, and you accepted it with a grateful smile. A gasp escaped you when you looked inside.

It was your favorite comforting drink.

“I didn’t even know we had this!” You couldn’t hide the amazement in your voice.

“I might’ve put in a special request a few weeks ago for us to keep a stock of it,” Poe explained. “You work hard. You deserve it.”

Your eyes travelled back up to his. “Thank you, Poe.”

So began the tradition of him meeting you outside base (as long as the Resistance was set up in an environment that allowed you to do so) and bringing you a cup of your favorite cozy drink that didn’t taste like hot juice from a trash compactor. The two of you would stand there, talking, laughing, and enjoying that slice of peace and comradery each day.

Things took a turn when you two became an item, and then you got a taste of that caf each time he kissed you.

Only, it wasn't the least bit terrible then.

[yourfaveiskenough]

poe dameron from star wars is kenough!!

Poe Dameron from Star Wars is Kenough!

[frunbuns]

Grounded

Poe is grounded… unofficially. Technically not. Nothing’s really stopping Poe from flying. No one really can. No one would stop him if he jumped into an x-wing and flew away, so he’s not actually grounded. Leia is the only one who knows about this grounding, strictly speaking.

She doesn't mean to. She really doesn't mean to. But Poe has had far too many close calls recently, and after his little speech on Ryloth Leia can't help but worry. It feels awfully hypocritical – she'd been just like him. Willing to give it her all, damned be the consequences – but she cannot bear the thought of losing him. 

(She's already lost one son. She can't take losing another one.)

[Or; Leia more or less grounds Poe and feels a little guilty about it, but she has a good reason. Just trust her.]

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[assiraphales]

reylo was probably THE worst thing to happen to star wars. just had to drool over a genocidal 6 and help encourage the derailing of an entire trilogy. no luke skywalker shouldn’t have killed him bc it would have gone against his morals but he should have phoned a friend

[aphrcdites]

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

[barissoffee]

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

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

[rhaenyratargeryen]

We go together.

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

[dindjarism]

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

[swedenis-h]

Star Wars art dump!

[rapunziedameron]

House Organa + swearing

[diviedrawn]

Happy May 4th!!

[dum-spiro-spero99]

THEY WOULD BE SO SO PROUD OF YOU

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

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