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Shut Up and Kiss Me

AN: another ficlet! this is a result of a couple of prompt lists i saw and was inspired by (there are like 4 other prompts i was inspired by also that are ~in progress~ so be on the look-out for those if you happen to enjoy this one 😉).

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This is it, you think. This is the day you finally snap and murder him.

Rated:  T Words: 892 Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Warnings: kissing, arguing, a little cursing...i think that's all. AO3

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“Dameron, if you interrupt me one more time— Maker, help me.”

It’s the middle of the night. You’re exhausted and filthy and the last thing you want to do right now is argue with the posterboy of the Resistance yet again over how your kriffing ship should be maintained.

Unluckily for you, he doesn’t seem to care what you want.

“I’m just saying–”

“I don’t care! This is my ship. Go worry about your own!”

Your aggravated words echo through the mostly empty hangar as you turn away from him, signaling that you’re finished with the conversation. He doesn’t take the hint, however, and as soon as you reach for your tools, he’s running his mouth again. 

The sound of his voice makes the blood rush in your ears and you have to close your eyes in an effort to calm yourself. 

This is it, you think. This is the day you finally snap and murder him.

Clenching your jaw you exhale in frustration and swiftly turn to face him again. “Maker, will you just shut up?!”

He stops mid-sentence, mouth hanging slightly agape as he stares at you in shock and, for the briefest of moments, he is silent. But then the shock wears off and his irritatingly handsome face contorts in annoyance, a fire igniting in his eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me!” he retorts, raising his eyebrows in challenge as his hands fall defiantly to his hips.

You tilt your head at his words, eyes narrowing slightly as you continue to glare at him.

‘Make me,’ he says. With pleasure. 

You don’t remember moving, but suddenly you’re right in front of him, invading his space the way he always seems to invade yours. It throws him off, you can tell by the look in his eyes as they study you.

You realize too late that getting so close to him was a huge mistake. This close, you can smell him, can feel the warmth of his body, can see how soft his gorgeous curls look, can see the many shades of brown in his annoyingly beautiful eyes—

Oh. Oh, shit.

Your eyes widen a little, flicking briefly to his lips before you can stop yourself and he notices. Something in his gaze shifts and you swallow thickly in anticipation.

“Do you wanna kiss me or kill me? I honestly can’t tell.” 

His voice is low, rough, and just a little bit teasing. You flush slightly in annoyance and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Right now? Definitely the second one.”

He bites his bottom lip in an effort to hold back a smile and you mentally curse yourself when it causes your heart to stutter a little.

“And before?” he asks innocently, moving somehow even closer to you.

“Before what?” you ask, holding his gaze and fighting the urge to step back and create space between you.

He allows himself to smile a little this time and the action momentarily draws your attention back to his mouth. When your gaze returns to his, there is a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I would be happy to kiss you, you know, if that’s what you need.”

Aggravation and embarrassment flare in your chest, drowning out any positive feelings you were having towards him. “You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

“So that’s a ‘no’ then?” he jokes, teasing smile widening.

You scoff and begin to turn back to your ship. “Goodnight, Commander.”

He huffs and gently grasps your arm to keep you from turning away. “Oh, come on, you’re throwing in the towel already? Normally we do this for another couple of rounds." 

"Yeah well, I’m tired, Dameron."

"I can see that. That’s why you should just do what I suggested and—"

He's still talking but the blood is rushing in your ears again and—you have to get him to stop, you have to or you're really gonna lose it.

Without a second thought, you fist your hands in his shirt, yank him toward you, and stop his mouth with yours.

You close your eyes and sigh against his lips in relief (and you tell yourself it's because of the silence, but deep down, you know better). 

His lips are warm and dry as they eagerly press against yours. He groans into your mouth when you plunge your fingers into his curls, walking him backwards to press him against the nearest hard surface. His tongue swipes against the seam of your lips and you moan softly, parting them enough for him to slip inside.

You feel his hands, which had fallen to your waist when you'd hauled him over to you, slide around to the small of your back, his fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt. He pulls you against him, bringing your hips flush against his, and you break from his mouth with a gasp. His breath puffs against your cheek, his nose bumping yours as he presses his forehead to yours.

“So I guess you’re not planning to kill me then?”

You snort a laugh, allowing your hands to drop to his shoulders. “Maybe later. Right now I have an intake valve to replace.”

“You know,” he starts, smiling when you groan in exasperation, “You could cut the repair time in half if you—”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Dameron.”

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The way i cried

Until Death - Poe Dameron

A/N: I watched The Corpse Bride a few nights ago and remembered this abandoned fic. I was going to wait til it was closer to Halloween, but it is never too soon for a Corpse Bride inspired fic!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x dead!Reader Word Count: 5,675 Synopsis: In the woods outside of his house, Poe discovers a corpse bride and vows to do whatever he can to help her find peace. 

TW: death, very minimal body horror

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Here With Me

Here With Me

Notes: Poe Dameron/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-sequels, hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff, established relationship

CW: hospital/clinnic setting, minor injury (not graphic), chronic illness, chronic pain, implied sexual intimacy

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Your health being what it is, you’ve spent a lot of time in urgent cares over the years. But, since meeting Poe, sometimes you feel like that time in urgent care clinics has tripled. You’d think that as a flight instructor and he’d know to be more careful with his hands, but tonight while making dinner he’d sliced the tip of his finger clean off.

Your droid, Arsix, trained specifically for medical and emotional support had wanted to come with you to the clinic, but Poe’s droid, BB-8, wasn’t willing to stay at home while his person was having an emergency. So Arsix had offered to clean up the kitchen while BB-8 drove you and Poe to the nearest emergency clinic. Which is where you are now with a towel wrapped around your husband’s hand and his fingertip in a bag of ice in BB-8’s care.

“You doing okay, Poe?” you ask.

“I was actually worried about you,” he says. “I know how much you hate being around medical stuff. You sure you don’t want BB-8 to drive you home?”

“I’m sure,” you say. “I’m here with you until that finger is whole again. I don’t know how you can fly an X-Wing but you can’t operate a kitchen knife.”

Poe wraps his arm around you, his good hand giving your shoulder a squeeze. “You know they don’t let me near X-Wings anymore. Those are for military personnel only.”

You roll your eyes. Poe Dameron has access to any ship he wants to fly—all he has to do is ask the right person. But he does mostly work with small transports or shuttles when he’s teaching or traveling these days.

“Also, to be fair,” he says, “it wasn’t a kitchen knife. There’s this thing I saw on the holonet where you use a vibro-blade to—”

“A vibro-blade?” you ask, trying not to yell. You have to take a deep breath to hold back your anger. “Nope. Stop. I do not want to know the rest of that story right now.” Another deep breath. “How’s the pain?” you ask.

“Tolerable,” he says, kissing your temple. “I’ve seen a lot worse, sweetheaert. Really, you can go home.”

“I don’t trust you not to leave,” you whisper in his ear.

He laughs, knowing exactly why. He’d nearly lost one of his toes not too long ago because the wait at the clinic was “too long” and an old buddy of his had recently built his own med droid.  It didn’t go well. Babu’s droid would have been perfectly fine if Poe were Anzellan—but he’s not.

“I’m never going to live that down am I?”

“No. And when we’re done here if you don’t take me somewhere to get a burger I’m never going to forgive you.”

“Ugh, we didn’t get dinner, did we? Are you sure you can wait?”

BB-8 chirps his concern. Poe just gets a little hangry when he hasn’t eaten. But, for you, not eating when you’re hungry can mean dizziness or even migraines.

“I’ll be okay,” you say.

Thankfully a med droid rolls into the waiting room and calls out Poe’s name.

“Burgers,” you say before kissing his cheek, smoothing his wild curls away from his face. “Go get that finger reattached so we can eat.”

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Everything, Always

Everything, Always

Notes: Cassian Andor/Reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, disabled reader, domestic fluff

CW: PTSD, depression, chronic illness, disability, implied sexual intimacy

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★★★★★★★★

You can’t remember the last time the pain was this bad—full-body exhausted, every joint in your body buzzing with discomfort. You got dressed today, went to your favorite caf bar, did a little bit of work only to receive a series of obnoxious messages from your new boss before turning off your datapad and going home—where you immediately got into bed. Arseven, your support droid, has done her best, bringing you heat wraps and bacta spray and meds. But you can sense her distress at her inability to fix everything for you. Because it’s not just that your whole body is sore, but you are bone-tired, aching not just from your chronic condition but from the emotional distress that finally peaked today.

When Cassian comes home—earlier than expected—you hear him in the kitchen telling Kay to give him some time with you. “My com has been too quiet today. You know I usually get a few little texts at least—I think something’s really wrong.”

Kay starts with “Organics—” but Cassian cuts him off.

“Not now, Kay. Seven pinged me and I need you to, I don’t know, maybe go for a walk.”

“A walk?” Kay scoffs. Cassian must be giving him a look because immediately Kay corrects himself. “Right. Okay. But I’m taking Seven.”

“Good idea. She said she had an errand to run.”

You hear Cassian’s shoulder bag fall heavy to the kitchen floor, his boots being tossed into the front hallway, his jacket hitting and then sliding off the back of the couch. And finally he’s climbing into bed behind you, pulling you close, your back pressed to his warm chest, his hair tickling your skin as he kisses your neck. 

“My heart,” he says. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

When you break down in tears he squeezes you tight, and whispers in your ear. “Whatever it is, I want to make it right.”

You turn to face him, and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “It’s a lot,” you say. 

“If it’s anything I did, I need you to tell me.”

“It’s not you,” you say. “It’s…I’m just completely overwhelmed.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage to get out.

“And Seven told me there was something with work today.”

You give him the short version of what your boss said to you today. Cassian knows that in recent months things had turned sour at your part-time job. And when he hears the whole story from this week, he doesn’t even bother to conceal his frustration.

“You know what I think of that man,” he says. “And I am not going to tell you what to do. But we have more than enough money for you to never work another day in your life if that is a choice you want to make.”

You nod, swallowing, trying to take a deep breath. Cassian caresses your cheek, his hand soft against your skin. And in his beautiful eyes, a knowing—he sees you so wholly and honestly and in this moment you have never been more grateful for him.

“Just hold me,” you ask. “Please.”

And he does. He kisses your forehead, cradles your face against his shoulder, rubs your back, his hands knowing exactly where and how to touch as you weep softly. And you let the closeness of his body and the warm scent of him calm you, his kind voice whispering to you that everything will be all right.

“My heart, you are enough,” he says. “Just you, being here. That’s enough. Please tell me you know that.”

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New Auras Ch.3 (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her) Slow burn

Welcome back!!! I'm so sorry for how long this chapter took me !! :O I had people over, told myself I was gonna take a break, wanted to make the chapter longer, and the thing that makes my computer stand up broke?? So hopefully I get a new one soon! I love this chapter so much and I hope you all too :) It's a little bit longer, so buckle up! As usual, since I'm a very small writer I truly appreciate ANY notes I can get, especially feedback on my work! Anyways, a good song for the cantina scene in the chapter, is Just What I Needed, by The Cars. Just imagine it in the background :) Also will be uploading a request master list soon!!! Love you all :DDD

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Chapter 3, Recruitment

You both stopped for a moment, while it seemed like he might have taken a deep breath. Grabbing a side of the sheet, the man stopped again before pulling it off with great speed. You could not believe what was in front of you. A T-70 X-Wing. More importantly a T-70 X-Wing with Resistance decals painted on its body. Your breathing hitched and you quickly tried to think of some sort of excuse. Was this who called you yesterday? No, it wasn’t. Was it related? You couldn’t be sure, but getting away from this strange…. stranger, was your biggest concern. Of course, he was able to notice your surprise, “My names Poe, Poe Dameron. I’m a resistance fighter.”

Looking up at him you smiled nervously, thinking of how to respond to an admittance like that. Connecting the dots, you realized he was actually the rugged figure on those Resistance posters you had seen before. All these years you had tried to avoid joining the conflict and now standing in front of you was the kriffing recruitment posterboy. “Good luck,” you gave him a final smile before turning on your heel and starting the walk back to your shop. He instantly panicked at your reaction and jogged a little bit to catch up to you. 

“Wait, wait!” The stranger now identified as Poe kept a steady walking pace, “I was told I could find you here, and that you were a good pilot. I know it’s a hard ask to get you to join this war, but could you at least take a look at my ship? It was already dangerous to fly it all the way out here.”

Shaking your head you kept your own pace, not even taking the time to look back at him. “You know the dangers of asking a civilian to help a rebel, I'm not taking that risk.”  Keeping your voice steady and loud became important to you in showing your dominance over him, ignoring the fact you began shaking a little bit. 

The pilot behind you scanned through his thoughts, trying to find a reason to keep you from walking out of his sights and out of his life. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise!” He began shouting to try and express your importance to his mission you were yet to know about. 

With a chuckle you retorted, “If you think you can buy my help and risk my life you’re-” “I’ll let you fly it.” Poe Dameron’s voice cut through your own as he interrupted. It worked. You stopped in your tracks and your shaking ceased. Flying a T-70 was your dream, in fact being able to fly anything was one of the only reasons you kept on living. Something about the feeling made you feel free, even though you knew you were not. “I’ll let you fly my plane if you fix it,” he paused trying to think of how to keep you stalled. “I saw you fly through that canyon, only someone who loves flying as much as they love breathing would have the guts to pull that off. Orrrr…. Someone stupid,” He laughed a little bit. After turning back around to look him in the eyes, you noticed the sincerity in them. “If you’re busy today…” Poe sighed, “I’ll stick around tomorrow to make sure you get your chance.” 

The sigh and once over you gave him made his lips purse as you walked past him. When you did this it made him try to think of another way to get you on board. “If she won’t even fix my ship I gotta try something more direct… Maybe kidnapping?” 

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice from behind him, “Give me thirty minutes, tops.” Poe looked behind him to see you already under the X-Wing, a toolbox by your side while you assessed the damage. Another stupid smile spread across his face, one foot in the door. “What the kriff did you do to this thing?!” 

A few minutes passed of silence until Poe finally worked up the courage to say anything. “So… what are you doing here? I mean, on Alzubith. Friends, family?” 

You paused looking up at the wires you were cincing together. The BB-8 droid beeped and handed you tweezers from your box with it's appendage, to which you responded with a thank you, before turning back up to your task. “Work, but it's given me a few good friends.” 

“How’s the pay?”

Small chuckles erupted from yourself, “What do you think? The pay is shit, but it's stable and it gives me enough to eat.” Grunting, you pulled out a stubborn wire before continuing, “The main plus for me is I get to fly once in a while.” With a shrug Poe’s eyes brightened, this was it. 

The Pilot standing above you began his proposition, “Well… If you really like flying, I'm sure I could  get you a spot in the black squadron with the Resistance.” He smiled and used his foot to pull the wood plank you were laying on forward to get your eyes to meet. The sun was blinding from your angle but so was his mischievous smile. 

“No,” Sighing in annoyance you pushed yourself back under the plane to finish it up. “Nice try though, I almost felt the patriotism rushing through my veins, posterboy," You chuckled with a sarcastic tone. As you said this, he reached into the cockpit and pulled something from it. “The First Order already annoys me enough when they go poking around when I’m working, I don’t need to be agitating them.” With another sigh you rolled out from under the fighter, and brushed off your hands standing up. “You should be all good now. Anyways, I’ll be seeing you tomm-” 

Dameron pushed his pilot’s helmet onto your head, it being a little too big and having the call sign, ‘Black Leader,’ written on it. Sarcastically Poe laughed, “See? Doesn’t it look just right,” With a cross of his arms you rolled your eyes with a smile. 

Taking the helmet off you replied, “It doesn’t feel right," You retorted, commenting on the size. After shoving it in his arms, you started to walk away, “Like I was saying, I’ll see you tomorrow when I actually get to try out that thing I just saved.” When referring to the plane you motioned up to it with your head. Poe watched you walk away and sighed. Where the hell would he go until then? Putting the helmet back into the X-Wing he decided that he would have to do a little bit of recon on why there was a heavy presence of soldiers on this lonely planet.

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Hours had passed since you last saw the mysterious pilot. As you drenched your hands in oil, reassembled parts and cleaned leather the only thing you could think about was the possibility of flying that majestic fighter. Something about the man and his plane consumed your thoughts, even causing you to almost mess up a simple paint job fix. It made you even think of taking the time to give up your precious morning run to see him bright and early. 

Your planet's sun started to set as you finished up with your final customer of the day. After ringing them up, you put away everything you used during the day and started closing shop. When leaving you gave a quick wave to your colleague, Shar, who you would see later, before settling on your speeder to venture home. 

The house had its usual cold atmosphere, with refresher water that was even colder than the wood floors. Heat from the day cooled at sundown, turning into soft rains that would soon strengthen. A usual casual outfit was in order for yourself, which you slipped on after hanging up your work clothes. 

Entering the bar you scanned the room. The usual crowd had shown up. Mercenaries, First Order defects, bounty hunters, workers. All shoulder to shoulder in the crowded cantina. Finally settling your eyes on your work colleagues you smiled, to which they waved. So began the push through the crowd. When moving through the sea of people, you heard whispers of stormtrooper activity and had to shake the shiver off of yourself. 

Making it to your friends you grabbed a glass off the table and shot the burning feeling down your throat. As the minutes passed, so did the drinks and games. Including that of sabacc, which you had never been very good at. You barely drank, considering the fact you were a lightweight and had work in the morning. The rain outside continued to poor, as lightning began to strike. 

Despite your unwillingness to be drunk, looking behind you sobered every bone in your body. As you saw the pilot from earlier sitting upon a bar stool trying to get the attention of the barkeep, his droid right beside him. Funny enough, he and his droid were drenched from the rain. 

"Hey!" You yelled, trying to catch his attention from across a smaller section of the crowd. He continued trying to get a drink and rubbed his stubbly chin with a sigh. 

Feeling responsible for whatever trouble he could get himself into, you felt yourself moving closer towards him. "HEY!" 

Recognizing the voice calling out to him, Poe made eye contact with you and smiled. In response he shifted on his stool and called out your name. When you pointed to the chair next to him, he nodded his head to give permission. After arriving next to him you called over the bartender he had been struggling to talk to, by name, and ordered light drinks for the both of you before sitting down.

Looking back at him you decided to initiate the small talk. "What are you doing here?" 

"I got bored, wanted to keep dry," The pilot responded with a shrug, followed by his droid beeping. "He got bored, too." He paused before continuing, "It's weird they serve droids here, huh?" It was your turn to shrug. 

"There's a lot more weird things out here than that," you chuckled and both your drinks were set down on the counter. Dameron took the first sip, followed by yourself. 

"I know what you mean.." He trailed off. "I have an idea why there's all these troopers out here, y'know?" It didn't concern you whatever it was, so a simple nod edged him on as you started to drink from your glass again. "Turns out there's some kind of Jedi out here." 

As soon as he finished you stopped yourself from a spit take bound to occur and shook profusely, "I've never heard of a Jedi out here. They’re all dead anyway," Real smooth. Looking at him once over, he only had a single blaster on his person. Not ideal for Jedi hunting in the least. Plus, he was a Resistance fighter. It's not like he would really believe that the Jedi were the solution to this bloody war. You were more worried about the fact that there were stormtroopers out looking for who you assumed was yourself. "I've been out here for quite a while, too. I would know." 

Curiously, he inched forward. "How long have you been out here for?"

"Since my late teens, it's why I'm respected and recommended in my job, and why I wouldn't leave to go play fighter pilot." This caused the person opposite of you to laugh. "I was born in a small mining colony, and I got out as soon as I could," with a sigh you smiled, keeping up this friendly act. This telling  was a half truth, being that the planet you were currently on was not the first you went to. 

The pilot pressed his drink to his lips and slowly put it back down on the table. "Just yourself? No droid, no friends, no family?" 

"Yeah, in a way,"  You shrugged. Looking back at your colleagues you watched them laugh and cheer. You weren't close with them, but they were the closest thing you had to friends. 

He shook his head and laughed, "I'm still trying to find out why you're wasting your talent on this barren planet." BB-8 beeped in agreement before he continued, "And I was sitting here thinking you were smart. You barely have anything to stay here for! The resistance has a planned severance package after the war, but otherwise it's crappy free food and hot water at every station." A shy smile appeared on your face, which seemed to make him happy. "See? When's the last time you had a hot refresher?" 

"Can't remember," you untensed and finished your drink. 

The music of the cantina's speakers blared and gave him another of his amazing ideas. He let himself gaze into your eyes for a second before his proposition. "Let's dance, c'mon it'll be fun." 

Your smirk widened, "I'm not a good dancer but I'll try my best…" Something catching your attention made you trail off. Troopers began to enter your precious cantina, harassing its usual patrons. The patrons were teenagers who liked to sneak in, and were being pushed around by the soldiers for no apparent reason. Tension struck through your body again. Poe was able to notice your staring, and turned to see the problem. One of the soldiers smashed his blaster into one of the teens’ faces and you immediately stood up and put your hand on your blaster, looking back to Poe on what he would do. It didn’t matter if you barely knew the kids, the abuse wasn’t right. "Damn you Skywalker, and your damn bleeding heart teachings," You cursed to yourself. There was never a time in your life you didn’t want to do the right thing, which conflicted with your other ideal of not fighting for it. 

Whilst having your crises, Poe knocked down a table a group was using, and used it as a shield to begin blasting at the reckless soldiers, snapping you out of your trance. You ran to his side as others started peeling out or joining in due to the blaster fire. Panting, you were able to shoot a soldier down just after he called for backup. It felt right. Defending those who needed protection, even if it meant putting your force status at danger. You knew what you had to do, and shook your head at the thought of it. Lasers now threatened your life, anyway. 

Screams and weapons deafened normal volume, forcing you to yell your blurt out, “I’LL JOIN YOU!” 

The man next to you swiftly turned his head while taking cover, "WHAT!?" 

"I SAID I'LL JOIN YOU! I'LL JOIN THE RESISTANCE! I'LL FLY." 

He looked stunned and only found one way to respond, "WHAT!?" 

"YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID!" This prompted him to stare at you a second before smiling, only to be interrupted by the table supporting the both of you starting to crumble. 

Panicked, he looked around, "DO YOU KNOW A BACKDOOR AROUND HERE?" Nodding, you answered him by urging him to follow you, before taking off to the kitchen. Dameron followed closely with BB trailing behind. 

As you ran across the kitchen and through an exit, he chuckled, panting, "I knew my charm would work!" Arriving at your speeder, he watched as you sat at the helm. When you didn't feel his weight at the end, you looked up through the blobs of rain. 

"I need to drive, I hid the X-Wing elsewhere." After furrowing your brows, he took a step back.

"No, no we're going to my place first. I'm not leaving without any credits in case you're swindling me." 

He resorted to furrowing his strong brows, "Wh- Why would I even?! Y'know what? Okay, okay, whatever. Let's just do it quickly." Poe sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist for support, with BB-8 pushing himself up into the box attached. 

When driving to your place, the rain and wind whipped around the two of you, making you have to squint. The only part of you that wasn’t dripping wet was your back, because of the almost stranger that was leaning against it. You could feel him clearly, not just physically, you could feel him around you. It was interesting to say the least. He hadn’t tried reaching out to you through the force, or even told you about his abilities, yet you could still feel him. The strange man felt good, he felt comfortable. His hands that hadn't touched you before were not foreign, but homely. 

Arriving at your place, you noticed that stormtroopers were making their way towards the area. This solidified your theory. You would have to be as quickly as possible. "Wait here," You didn't even look at the man behind you before stepping off the bike and walking into the shelter from the rain that was your home.  

Out of the very few clothes you owned, you optioned to bring your work clothes along with some casual outfits. Stuffing a couple pieces of jewelry, a cross body and mechanical parts into your duffel bag after some mental debate. A couple pictures and music tapes you had since you left your home world were thrown into the mix. 

Halfway through zipping the bag up, you stopped yourself, debating whether or not to bring the sword that mocked you with it's power. Without thinking anymore, you yanked it from its hiding place and squeezed it in with the rest of your belongings, right next to your life's savings. 

Standing up, it depressed you how quickly you could pack your life into a travel sized bag. The teachings of not owning many material items per the Jedi code had become engraved in your memory. Interrupting your self pity, was Poe's screaming voice from outside, calling your name. Although muffled by the walls, it was loud enough to jolt yourself up and cause you to run out to him, now sliding in behind him on the bike. "That took you long enough," He sighed in relief before starting the speeder up. 

Through the rain you could see his X-Wing as you speeded forward, the end of your stress seemed to be in sight. This would be the case, if it weren't for the small group of soldiers who approached speedily. 

You looked to Poe, to see if he had noticed. "Troopers, three-o'clock," nudging your head in their direction he simply nodded before speeding up. Before you could get any other word in, the plane you so desperately planned to escape on was exploded by the First Order soldiers, causing Poe to drift the speeder to the side and stop it in its tracks. 

Wordlessly, the two of you watched as parts flew everywhere and a fire had started, slowly being put out by the storm. You decided to break the silence, "I guess they didn't like my repairs." Considering his laughing nature, you expected him to enjoy your comment. 

He only responded by trying to find a solution, "Are there any commercial flights?" 

Nodding, you swiftly responded. "Of course, I'll guide you. Keep heading south for two miles, and then go east." 

A few minutes later the two of you arrived, before he paid for two tickets to D'qar, bypassing the security check by flirting with the attendant. Fortunately, that meant no soldiers could check you or you would have to lock your weapons away. Walking up the ramp, you paused to look at your home behind you. Where you became independent, and escaped the life others had planned out for you. Again, Poe cut you from your trance, "It's almost takeoff." He noticed your deep staring and felt a bit of remorse for taking you away. 

Sighing you turned around and walked past him and onto the ship, looking at two empty seats. BB-8 followed you, instead of his friend for once. You sat down at the window, and pushed your bag under the seat in front of you. The man slunk into the seat next to you, and his droid sat somewhere else. "Y'know, I thought your joke was funny," You turned your head to him, and he continued, "..about your work. I just didn't laugh because we needed to get out of there." Dameron shrugged and smiled, "Maybe they exploded it because the pilot who uses it stinks," You laughed, which seemed to make him feel better. 

"I swear I don't fly that thing! I was just told to get it repaired," It struck him. "Maker, the technicians are gonna be so angry at me." This caused you to chuckle some more, brightening this almost melancholy moment. 

Then to his surprise, you stuck out your hand. "I haven't introduced myself properly," to which you followed with your full name. He took your hand in his and shook it. 

"Poe. Poe Dameron," The pilot stared into your eyes for a second, admiring the feel of the blisters on your hand as well. This told him you were a hard worker, and would fit in nicely. 

"I know," you said with a smile. He nodded with approval before you turned to the window, watching the ground as the plane ascended. Getting one last look at the land, you noticed another first order plane arrive in the far distance, a man in full black exiting it. Though, you could not make out any more in the rain. It made you sick to your stomach, a familiar sick, though. You thanked the stars they were now far from you, whoever you were. 

"-we'll get something and I'll drive us over there." Looking back to the man, you felt more safe, knowing he was talking about how to enter a secured base. This was your life now. You were now a rebel fighter. "I can't wait to get you in a T-70." 

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OH. MY. GOD. 😭♥️

I'm already back 🧍‍♀️

Anywaysssss

I was thinking of another Poe dameron fic (he lives rent free in my head)

You're poe's fem!solider best friend and one day you get badly injured after a mission and poe's literally with you for your entire recover. You're cold? He has a blanket. You're hungry? Had a plate of food from the cantina. You're sad? Is in your bed cuddling you. He's helping you with your physical therapy, bringing you everywhere. He literally asked Leia to give him a month's break from his favorite thing ever (besides you) flying just to help recover.

I'm so sorry I'm being a nuisances. 😭

heal

poe dameron x reader

hiii sorry it took so long but here it is I hope you'll enjoy it!!

summary: poe was ready to confess his love for you, but things got in the way. now the best way for him to show you his love is to be by your side while you recover.

warnings: mentions of injuries ofc, angst

tags: f!reader, best friends to lovers <33, love confession, fluff, very self indulgent tbh

word count: 3.4k (phew)

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

Poe stepped out of his X-wing, proudly taking off his helmet before glancing at a reflection, making sure his dark brown curls still looked good. He wanted to be sure he looked alright. A shot of confidence had shot through his veins as he came back from a hectic mission, and he wanted to do what he had waited to do for months, what he was eager to tell you for so long. He wanted to confess his love to you now, to let you know how much he cared about you, how much he wanted you to be his and how that ring attached to his chain was meant to belong to you. He was excited, and he wasn't even remotely anxious about it. He knew what he was doing and deep inside of him, he knew you felt the same way, and he couldn't wait to start the rest of his life with you.

He walked through the hangar, helmet under his arm as he looked around. He knew your mission was supposed to end not long before his did, and he was so thrilled to see you again, he didn't even bother to take off his flight suit.

He glanced around and saw two people he knew were in your team. One girl Poe knew was your friend was standing against a wall of the hangar, a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. She looked troubled. The guy with her looked like he was trying to reassure her, putting a friendly hand to her shoulder. Poe walked to them, feeling sorry he had to interrupt their conversation but in desperate need to know where you were.

"'Scuse me, do you have any idea where Y/N is ?" he asked as the two faces turned to him.

The girl sighed slightly, and didn't dare making eye contact with the pilot.

The man stepped in front of Poe and bit his lip in apprehension.

"Uh man..." he sighed scratching his cheek anxiously. "The mission went wrong. They had to bring her back because she got shot." he said pinching his lips, watching the pilot's face slowly decompose.

"What ?" Poe asked not quite catching what the other man had just told him. "No no you gotta be kidding me." he huffed turning around, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

"I'm not man. They admitted her in medbay like twenty minutes ago. She was passed out."

"Shit. Shit shit shit. I need to see her" he panicked, running to the medbay hurriedly.

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Poe arrived in front of the medbay section, panting. He brought his hands to his knees to catch his breath a little and got ready to enter the room before droids stood in his way.

"Sorry, you can't go in." the droid on the right said.

"What ?! No. I need to see her !" he exclaimed showing the reinforced door.

"Her state is too unstable for her to receive visitors." the droid on the left said.

He threw a dry chuckle, not believing the situation. "No no you can't deny me the entry" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "You don't get it I really need to see her !" he said shouting at the droids, ready to fight them if he really had to.

"Sorry, you can't go in." the other droid repeated.

"Let him in." a wise voice said from behind Poe, making him turn around.

Leia. She quickly sent him a weak smile, and he didn't even take time to smile back as the droids finally stepped aside to let him in. He knew he would thank her endlessly once he could come back to his senses.

Poe ran into the room, slowing down when he saw your unanimated figure in the bed.

A lump started forming in his throat at the sight. He dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat on it, taking your hand in his, gently stroking the back of it as his decomposed face stared at your closed eyes.

"She needs to rest" Leia's voice resonated in the small room.

Poe turned around hurriedly, as if he was forbidden being here, even though she had allowed it.

"What happened ?" he asked softly, scared to wake you up.

"She was being reckless, just like you. She jumped on the enemies but got shot." she said with a nod. "In the stomach." Poe opened his mouth to talk again but she anticipated it. "They took the bullet out and stitched her up. She got knocked out, she has a concussion. Her left leg is broken and her right arm is fractured. It will take some time to heal."

"Is she gonna be okay ?" the pilot asked, turning back to you. He noticed the bruise on your forehead and the multiple cuts on your face.

"She will be fine but she really needs to rest. We don't know when she will wake up." Poe nodded slowly, swallowing loudly. He brushed the hair away from your face, gently tugging the strands behind your ear. His touch was shallow, as if he was afraid to break you. "Poe... You don't need to wait here. I know how much she matters to you but it might take a while. You'll be the first one informed when she wakes up." she said with a stern look, practically begging him not to worry too much.

Poe shook his head frantically, still looking at you, chasing away the lump in his throat.

"I'm not leaving her side. I'm staying here" he looked back at the princess. "If you like it or not, General."

Leia pinched her lips before throwing a single nod.

"Fine, Commander. But don't forget to take care of yourself too."

The pilot didn't reply, and the princess left the room, taking one last glance at your unconscious figure.

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You opened your eyes with difficulty. You thought it felt like you had been hit on the head before remembering you had actually been hit on the head. Poe was here, next to you, holding your hand. He noticed you were awake and put his hand away. You tried to sit up, wanting to move a little considering that your whole body felt sore.

"Hey hey hey, easy. Slow down." he whispered gently. "How do you feel ?" he asked softly, putting a hand to your shoulder to push you down.

"Like I've been shot" you joked with a dry chuckle that made you cough.

Poe panicked at the sight of you coughing, not knowing what to do and where to put his hands.

"Are you thirsty ? Do you want water ? I'm gonna get you water." he said hurriedly getting up to get you water. He quickly came back, putting the glass in your trembling valid hand. He helped you drink, and you quietly thanked him with a raspy voice. He took your empty glass to put it on the table next to your bed before putting his hand over yours again.

You weakly smiled at him, fiddling with his fingers before intertwining them with yours.

"Poe I... I thought I was gonna die and you weren't even here." you said quietly as a tear rolled down your cheek.

Poe weakly smiled back at you and wiped the tear away from your cheek, making sure to avoid the cuts on your face.

"I know... I know. I was so scared for you." he sighed. "Never do that to me again"

"I'm sorry Poe" you said as you gently moved your fingers with his.

"It's not your fault you got shot" he said weakly smiling at you.

You pinched your lips. "Kinda. I was being reckless"

"Yeah Leia told me you were being just like me." he said smiling widely.

You smiled back at him before looking at him closely and frowning. "How long have you been waiting here ? Why are you still in your flight suit ?" you questionned him, concerned. You didn't have any idea of what time it was but you were dozy enough to know some time had passed.

"Uh... It's been two hours I think." he said looking around him, looking for any indications of what time it was. "And I had just arrived when I learned you were... Uh- half dead." he said chuckling, tilting his head to the side when he realized that wasn't particularly funny. In reality, it really didn't make him laugh.

"You didn't need to stay for so long" you whispered, losing your voice a little.

"I didn't need to but I wanted to." he said while caressing the back of your hand.

"And what have you been doing for two hours ?" you asked, looking around to see if there was any object of distraction. "You just sat there and watched me ?"

"Well... Yes. Creepy, isn't it ?" he joked, squinting his nose.

"If it's you I don't mind." you said under your breath, looking at him with admiration. You were very touched at the fact that he stayed here for so long just for you. "Poe I-"

You were interrupted by droids coming into the room, now that you were awake and they could finally check on you.

Poe turned to them, knowing he had to leave.

"We will need you to leave, sir."

Poe nodded, standing up from his chair. He bent over you and ran a hand through your hair.

"I'll come back as soon as I can honey" he whispered before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You watched him leave the room, a weird feeling filling your stomach.

Poe sighed as the medbay's door shut behind him, left the area and determinedly walked to Leia's office.

He stormed into the room, not bothered to even wonder if Leia was already busy.

"Can we talk ?" he asked sternly, standing in front of the woman's desk.

"Sure. What is it about ?" she asked sitting up from her chair, walking in front of her desk to stand against it, arms crossed.

"I will need a break from flying" Poe announced with a single nod. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request, it was an affirmation.

She slightly opened her mouth in confusion.

"You, Poe Dameron, want to take a break from flying." she said frowning, knowing that flying was his whole life, his reason to live.

"You heard me." the man said with a single nod again.

"Is this about Y/N ?" Leia asked raising her eyebrows, most definitely already knowing the answer.

"More or less" Poe said pinching his lips. He blinked once, accepting the truth. "It is entirely about Y/N." Leia nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "I am in love with her"

"I know" the princess cut him off.

"How do you know" the man asked immediately, frowning, almost offended.

Leia threw a chuckle, shaking her head while laughing silently.

"I have never seen something so obvious, so big, and so transparent, Poe." she said smiling at him, patting his shoulder. "Tell her."

"Yeah, well, I was planning on it until I learned the news." the man said crossing his arms, his flight suit still on. "I figured it wasn't the right moment anymore"

The princess nodded, obviously agreeing.

"This will be all about taking time from now on." she said sighing. The pilot nodded, looking at his feet.

"I want to be there for her as much as possible. To help her for her recovery. I need to stay by her side." he declared looking back at the woman.

She nodded once again. "Of course. But we can't lack you forever Poe. We will need you back at some point."

The man nodded back at her, thanked her for everything and ran back to medbay, waiting for the droids to leave, to see you again.

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Every day of every week, Poe was at your bedside.

He still helped the Resistance, without flying as requested, but most of the time, he was with you. When he couldn't see you all day he went before bedtime, telling you about his day and staying there until you fell asleep. He did anything you asked and more. He constantly checked on you, asking you if you needed anything. The man would give you his organs if he could. He read to you as you weren't able to hold a book the first weeks. His voice was so soothing and relaxing, you swore it was one of the best things you had ever experienced. He sometimes talked in funny voices for the different characters just to make you laugh. You hated that your arm had healed so fast, but if you asked him to read to you again, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He took care of changing your bandages on the stomach. You had insisted on it and almost fought with the droids. You didn't know if it was because you trusted him, if it was because he was gentle or because you craved that bit of intimacy. Deep down, you knew which one it was.

You had grown tired of the medbay room. You deeply wished you could see something else than the small room walls but you still couldn't walk properly, and everybody told you you needed to stay in bed to recover faster. But that fantasy had been stuck in your head for a while now.

You had asked Poe to read you a book, but you weren't focused as the idea was growing more and more each second.

"Poe" you said interrupting his voice, making him look up from the book.

"What ?" he asked. "Is there anything wrong ?" You didn't reply and took the book from his hands, closing it before putting it on the table next to you. "Do you-"

"Get me out of here" you said cutting him off.

He frowned, confused. "What ?" he chuckled.

"Can you get me out of here ? Help me sneak out a bit. I can't stand this room anymore." you said almost pleading him.

"But it's almost bedtime sweetheart" Poe replied, his face dropping.

"Poe my leg is broken I'm not five." you said rolling your eyes. "Come on I haven't seen a briefing room in sooo long" you whined, tilting your head to the side to try to convince him.

"So the first thing you want to see if I help you get out of here is a briefing room ?" he let out a stupid chuckle, amused at the idea that seemed pretty unadventurous to him as he saw the rooms every day.

Not allowing you to respond, he sighed and stood up from the chair besides your bed.

You sat up from the bed and gasped when you felt his left arm tugging behind your knees and his right arm supporting your back, carrying you bridal style. You smiled at the proximity and laced your arms around his neck, and Poe couldn't help but smile slightly at the intimate gesture. You nuzzled his chest, smelling his sweet and soothing scent while he carried you through the corridors. He entered the closest briefing room and made you sit on a desk.

"Thank you" you quietly said clearing your throat when his hands was on your either sides of your arms, making you shiver. He pulled away, nodded and pinched his lips in a smile before looking away awkwardly.

He looked around the room and you stared at him closely, your heart pounding in your chest. You swore it was beating so fast you could almost hear it.

He turned back to you and pointed behind him. "So that's what has been making you dream ?"

"Poe come here" you whispered cutting him off, gesturing for him to come closer.

He frowned, confused, and walked to you.

He stood between your legs and you looked up at his face, smiling in adoration. You stared at his deep brown desperate eyes and finally made your mind. He needed to know.

You crossed your valid leg behind his legs and grabbed his hands.

"Poe look I-"

He sighed. "No. No no no you're not doing this" he said cutting you off, hurriedly shaking his head.

You frowned and your smile dropped.

He chuckled lightly and licked his lips in reflexion before looking away again.

"This is not how it was supposed to go" he muttered under his breath while you slowly let go of his hands, not so sure about what you were supposed to do anymore.

"Poe what do you mean ?" you asked confused, feeling a lump forming in your throat. You didn't know if you could handle rejection from Poe.

The confusing expression on his face made you fully let go of his hands.

He shook his head once more and winced. The movement had made a few curls fall back onto his forehead, and if the situation hadn't been to tense you knew you would have brushed them away from his face.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this. I know what you're about to do and it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said finally looking back at you, his deep brown eyes piercing right through you.

"Well I'm sorry" you said sighing, your voice trembling when it was your turn to look away from him. You were on the verge of tears, realizing how wrong you were when you thought he could feel the same way.

Your head started spinning and you did your best to repress the tears threatening to come out of your eyes.

"I'm sorry Poe" you said jumping from the desk, standing on your valid leg. "I need to get out of here" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, determined to go away without his help. Why would he want to help you anyway ?

"What ?" he panicked, stopping you by putting his hands over your shoulders. "No no no this is not what I meant !" he whisper shouted shaking his head. "Oh Maker I fucked up didn't I" he sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. You frowned, confused, and the lump in your throat changed into something different. "I've been meaning to tell you for so long. This is what I meant when I said it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said nodding.

The expression on your face softened, and you sat back on the desk.

"I wanted to tell you when I came back from my last flying mission. You know... When it all happened. Then it wasn't the right time anymore. But I've been aching to tell you since then and..." he grabbed your hands and fiddled with them nervously. "I'm the one who has to say it. I almost lost you and I was so scared and I can't stand the thought of us being apart. I want to stay by your side and take care of you forever. I just... I want to wake up next to you knowing that I'm the luckiest man in this galaxy." he said sighing, a beaten expression on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I promise I meant to." he said looking at your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of them.

"Poe sweetheart..." you whispered letting one of your hands go to cup his cheek. "You scared me" you said laughing. "Never do that to me again." you said with a stern look, slightly smirking at him.

He nodded and gave you a weak smile. "I'm sorry" he said closing his eyes.

You framed his face with both of your hands, and his eyes fluttered back open. You pulled his face to yours so your lips could meet, and when it finally did, all the tension that had built earlier was now into this kiss. You were both so hungry for it but it was so sweet at the same time. You couldn't help but bring him closer between your thighs, craving his proximity as you had waited for this moment to happen for so long. Poe bit your bottom lip gently, and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him in. Your right hand shifted from his cheek to his hair, gently tugging on the dark curls, and you moaned in his mouth when his hands trailed up and down your waist, what pulled a slight smirk from his lips against yours.

You both pulled away for air, and he smiled the biggest smile you had ever seen from him.

"We should do that more often" he said smirking down at you, stroking your cheek.

"Way more often" you said smiling back at him, leaning into his touch.

He looked around the room then turned back to you. "I should bring you back to your room before anyone sees us here. Especially Leia" he said smiling lightly, placing his hand on your back. He wouldn't mind Leia coming in, he knew she would be happy to see you together, even if it involved you out of medbay.

Poe was all about taking risks, and he knew that one was the best risk he had ever taken.

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I think the impact Kenobi has on the sequels is kinda going under going under the radar

As I saw someone else say, what makes SW spin offs good is how they can give greater meaning to the source,

Leia's meeting and connection with Obi-Wan recontextualizes her faith in him in ANH, that's obvious

But it also helped improve the sequels, it's subtle, but it's there

For 6 years we've wondered why Han and Leia named their son after a guy they barely knew/didn't like or didn't get a chance to meet

And now we know, Ben Kenobi was the Jedi knight who came to Leia's rescue when she was a little girl, risked everything to save her, the embodiment of the stories she'd heard

Of course she named her son after him

This little thing just gives so much regarding Leia and Kylo, it makes his turn to the dark side that much more tragic

And this is what we need

This is how you improve the sequels, little things that add up, providing new insights on the characters, locations, events, and organizations

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New chapter of new auras coming soon :)

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Poe Dameron - Poster Boy of the Resistance!

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A Soft Touch

A Soft Touch

Notes: Poe Dameron/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-sequels, mild hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff

CW: discussion of active shooter-type incident/domestic terorism, chronic illness, chronic pain, references to PTSD, implied sexual intimacy

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★★★★★★★★

You’re at home when you get the emergency alert on your com. An armed First Order loyalist has been in the area, purportedly targeting the area because of the number of ex-military who had settled there after the war. Arsix immediately goes around the house closing all the curtains and checking the locks on windows and doors. 

If you’ve learned anything from all of the books you’ve read it’s that there will always be terror. There was terror before the Clone War—in the oft-heralded High Republic, even. There was terror before the Empire as well as after it fell. There would always be beings that want to do harm. Even in times of peace, especially in heavily populated cities that serve as seats of government. So you know that in a way this is normal. Still, your heart begins to beat a little too fast 

Your com beeps again with warnings to not approach the subject, to remain calm and call authorities. You take a deep breath. Poe should have already been home from work. He’s only a few minutes late—it’s no reason to panic, but you’re panicking anyway. The sweating, the nausea, the ringing in your ears—it’s setting in, and all you can do now is ride it out. 

When you hear the door open, Arsix has you flat on your back on the couch with an icepack on your face. “Poe, is that you?”

“Of course it’s me,” he says. “Are you all right?”

You hear BB-8 rolling in and Arsix beeps at both Poe and his droid about their tardiness upsetting you.

“It’s not their fault,” you say.

Poe is already at your side. He moves the ice pack so he can see you, and immediately you see the distress in his eyes. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he says. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“Just hold me,” you tell him. 

You sit up and scooch over to make room for Poe and as he settles in, his arms wrapped around you, you lay your head on his chest, listen to his steady heartbeat.

“I’m so sorry I made you anxious. I left work a little late and I didn’t think I’d hit traffic…”

“I meant what I said to Arsix. It’s not your fault. My body just…I mean you know what it’s like.”

“I do.”

You’ve held Poe’s hand through panic attacks of his own. No one makes it out of a war unscathed, and on top of the unfathomable loss he’d experienced, there had also been the terror. Being held prisoner on multiple occasions. Torture. The blaster wound that, left untreated between the star destroyer where he’d been shot and the Battle of Exegol, had nearly cost him his arm. 

“I’m glad you’re here, though,” you say. “You make me feel safe.”

Poe kisses your forehead, warm and sweet.

“You make me feel safe, too, sweetheart,” he says. “I promise everything is going to be all right.”

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New Auras Ch.2 (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her Pronouns) Slow burn

Hey you guys! Thank you so much for the love and support on the first chapter of "New Auras"! I wanted to thank you guys for the support to try and make this chapter longer, but I ended running out of time and cutting it in half. Though, it is significantly longer then the last chapter! And we meet Poe :) Again, reblogs and any kind of notes are greatly appreciated. As a little headcanon, if I had to pick a song to give a general vibe of my Poe, I would pick Moving Out by Billy Joel :)

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WC: 2,322

Chapter 2, The Meeting

General Leia Organa’s eyes finally opened. “Alzubith,” she thought swiftly, trying to find a folder to begin crafting out the plans for the mission. Considering the danger of the planet, it was important that the mission be completed with stealth and speed. Leia contacting you caused your connection with the force to grow stronger, signaling those near its presence. It was of utmost importance that the situation be dealt with as fast as possible. She knew who to contact. 

Commander Poe Dameron, the best pilot of the resistance, jolted awake at the sound of his holopad ringing. Lazily, he rubbed his face before reading the message. “Meet me in my office at once,” it read. This prompted him to change into a presentable shirt, pants and jacket before rushing out the door. He became increasingly anxious, his boots clicking in the almost empty hallway making his way to the office. It was unusual for Leia to call him at such an ungodly hour. Swinging the door open, he made his presence known, “Ma’am?” Dameron called. 

On the other side of the room, General Organa sat behind her desk with a datapad placed on it. “Come sit down commander,” she spoke before he followed the order. “I apologize for calling so late.” The general shifted, sitting relaxed in her chair. 

The commander felt quite the opposite, sitting quite literally on the edge of his seat. “Don’t worry about it commander, I can never sleep much anyways,” Poe chuckled. “Is everything okay?” 

The woman opposite of him slid the datapad to face him. “Yes, although I have a bit of a task for you. I need you to retrieve a pilot for me.” When instructing him on his mission, she thought it important to not mention your sensitivity to the force, even though she knew he himself also had a sensitivity. The top of the pad read, “Y/N Y/L/N, twenty-three.” With a couple years old public record image of yourself. 

Poe picked up the pad of information and soaked it in, he was sure you were one of the most attractive people he had ever seen. General Organa noticed his reaction, and tried to keep her smug smile in. "What's the catch?" He looked up to his superior, questioning why he of all people was assigned to the chore. 

Sighing, Leia looked around at the empty walls. "Besides her being on Alzubith, I'm not sure how willing she will be to join the Resistance. Not to mention that this must be completed as fast as possible." Meeting his eyes once more she assured, "I know you are capable of completing this. I've seen you do the impossible before." The commander twitched, thinking of what to say. "I believe she can be found in some sort of repair shop, otherwise it's up to you to find her." 

Dameron thought of anything that could specify the location of the subject that she might know. "Does this pilot have something they fly often?" 

"From what I know, a T-65 X-Wing." 

"She must be into flying classics then, correct?" This drawed a slight laugh from Leia. 

"Most likely not. Considering Alzubith, it was probably the only thing she could get her hands on." This sparked an idea in Poe's crowded mind, "Don't think about anything spectacular. This mission must be completed with stealth as well." She answered as if she was reading his mind. Maybe she was. 

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Entering the hangar, Dameron considered flying his famous “Black One” starfighter, alas, he did not want to take the risk of losing something so valuable to him. After about ten minutes, he found the perfect ship to take with him. A beat up T-70, he could kill two birds with one stone. Impress you, and get the ship fixed at one of the many mechanic shops on the planet. Though, the thought of it breaking down or it being spotted by a first order soldier was an easily believable reality. Lost in his thoughts, he did not notice the droid beeping towards him until his friend rolled into his leg. 

Poe turned down to find his friend and smiled, “BB-8, weren’t you being repaired!?” A series of excited beeps seemed to answer his question. “So you’re ready to go?” Crouching down on his knees he examined the orange droid further with a quizzical look. BB-8 spinned, beeping loudly as he answered the man once again. “Okay, okay I get it. I was just being cautious.” The man looked up to the ship again, and before he could even invite BB along he was already trying to push themself up into the droid port of the ship. “Alright I guess that means you’re coming with me BB,” He laughed and nudged his friend into his seat before pushing himself up into his own and pushing his helmet snug on. 

Landing a couple hours later on Alzubith, Poe shortly noticed a presence of First Order soldiers that townspeople questioned and stared at. This planet was out of most First Order bases reaches, making himself confused as well. He took his time flying throughout space to make sure he was not spotted by any suspicious cruisers, although it was now the early morning. After throwing a sheet over his ship, he continued his journey to the nearest shop, BB-8 following closely behind. “Don’t wander..” Dameron’s raspy voice ordered his friend, approaching a Twi'lek. “Excuse me, ma’am!” He called, jogging towards the woman. The man stopped in front of her, prior to asking her a vague question. “I’m looking for a pilot, have you got any of those around here?”

Her brows furrowed, “For hire? We’ve got plenty,” she responded, pulling a communicator from the front pocket of her overalls. The Twi’lek looked down at it before pausing, “Did you mean for transport or for smuggling?” 

The clearly lost resistance fighter shook his head, “No, no I was looking for someone in specific. Would you know of anyone flying a T-65 around here? I’m trying to buy it off of them.” A terrible lie, he knew. Everyone who had ever experienced a lie from Poe could tell of his fibbing from the moment after it left his mouth. Unfortunately, he could barely tell a lie to save his life, although he at least had to try and cover why he was really looking for you. 

“A T-65? That piece of junk? Bovdip owns it, his shops a half a mile east from here,” She said before pausing. “Are you sure you want to buy that thing? I can sell you a Radiant VII that’s in twice better the condition the X-Wing is in, and it's missing an engine. ” 

“A half a mile? Okay, thank you very much,” Poe interrupted, before exposing his signature smile and starting to make his way to the direction he was informed of, much to the confusion of the stranger. They walked in silence before a few beeps erupted from BB-8. “What is it buddy?” His attention turned to his friend, whose metal dome was directed to the sky. Specifically the elusive X-Wing they had been searching for, speeding through a thin canyon passage. The veteran pilot’s jaw dropped to the floor examining how fast and comfortably you flew, with the wings nearly scraping the walls of rock. 

Turning your fighter plane to the right you made sure to hold on to a side of the canopy, fearing you might become unconscious of reality like you had the day before. You were already running late to deliver a special part to your work you had to retrieve from three towns over. Finally making it out of the claustrophobic canyon, you untensed and arrived at your destination. Slowly and cautiously you landed, afraid the relic you flew could fall apart at any moment. 

Bovdip, a Rodian, awaited your arrival at the hangar. This was unusual, since you usually dropped whatever he needed off at his office. After pushing yourself out of the ship, you watched your boots smack the hard ground and looked up to your superior. 

"Sorry about the wait, sir." He opened his palm and you rested the part in it. "The Jawas were taking forever, I swear to the maker I wasn't slow on purpose," you quickly explained, afraid that was the reason he met you. 

He grunted, starting to speak his native language, "I have to find better sellers anyway.." Bovdip sighed and shook his head. You could roughly translate whatever he said. "That's not why I'm here. Someone requested you by name to fix their ship," Bovdip pointed his head in the direction of a human man standing by an orange droid. The visible heat made it hard for you to make out who it was. 

A weird feeling hit you, you could feel his presence, his aura. It was weak but there nonetheless. "Alright, I'll catch up with you later." You pulled off the slightly tight helmet you were wearing before handing it to him, it was his property after all. Your hair unraveled from it, blowing back in the wind. 

Making your way towards him you thought of the possibility of his being here to cause you harm. After yesterday's scare, you were sure to arm yourself with a blaster, which hung on a clip to your coveralls. As you got closer, you were able to identify his features. The man's curly black hair framed his chiseled features, complemented by sparkly brown eyes. He seemed familiar, especially because of the way his hands rested on his hips. His face was also notably plastered with a dumb grin. "Was he on a resistance poster…?" You thought to yourself preparing to face whatever might happen. 

Poe watched as you pulled yourself from your seat, and talked to the person he had asked for you. His hands landed on his hips as he looked down to his droid, "Don't worry BB, I'll work my charm and we'll be out of here in no time." BB-8 bleeped out a phrase of doubt. When looking up, he could finally see you clearly. You looked even more beautiful in the hot Alzubith sun then you did in the picture he was shown, your hair blowing back in the wind and the dark blue coveralls you wore zipped down enough to show your dark tank top. Sweat dripped from where the unmarked helmet once was, and you wiped it away with the back of your hand from your eyes. The pilot felt his smile slowly form, but then reminded himself that he was there for business. 

“Hey!” He mustered out, as you became closer. 

“Hey!” You paused, “Do I know you?” You two were now close enough not to yell at each other. Squinting your eyes you examined his face again, he was definitely familiar. Looking down at BB-8 you smiled, he was an amazingly well made droid, especially well intact. You interrupted your admiration by remembering the conversation you were in, and looking back up to the stranger. 

Shaking his head, he answered your query, “No, no, I heard you know a little something about X-Wings, is that true?” Poe crossed his arms and leaned in with his stupid smile. 

“I know ‘a little something’ about the T-65 if that’s what you’re referring to,” you asked suspiciously, closely inching your hand to your blaster, which he noticed. 

He quickly responded, making sure you weren't to use your weapon, “Just come with me, the underbelly of my ship is just scraped up revealing some wires. Trust me.”

“‘Trust me’.” The phrase ran through your head for a moment. You were not sure the last time you were really able to trust anyone. Maybe since your padawan days. The school you served under taught you to trust some, but be weary of most. Ironically, that school burned down because of trust, with the main master never to be seen since. Skywalker. “Fine,” you answered with your best customer service smile, something inside you told you this man was telling the truth. Though how could your gut always be correct? 

His face seemed pleased with the lie, at least. After telling him to wait a moment, you went to grab a creeper, a fancy name for a wood panel with wheels to check under the plane. 

Upon your return, he started to guide you towards his plane, which was a little bit of a walk away. His droid, a BB-8 following closely behind him. You admired the droid some more as you walked along. “Do you get him tuned up around here?” 

He looked back to you, before shaking his head. “No, no, I work on him myself, along with a few other specific mechanics. You like what you see?” Poe laughed and followed himself up, “I don’t trust just anyone to work on my buddy, we’ve been through thick and thin together…. You got a droid yourself?” 

Responding by a shake of your own head, you continued, “Sometimes I’ll work with some droids from the shop or fix them up, but usually I’m able to work by myself well enough.” The man opposite of you nodded shortly before arriving at a covered plane. 

You both stopped for a moment, while it seemed like he might have taken a deep breath. Grabbing a side of the sheet, he stopped again before pulling it off with great speed. You could not believe what was in front of you. A T-70 X-Wing. More importantly a T-70 X-Wing with resistance decals painted across its body. Your breathing hitched and you quickly tried to think of some sort of excuse. Was this who called you yesterday? No, it wasn’t. Was it related? You couldn’t be sure, but getting away from this strange…. stranger, was your biggest concern. Of course, he was able to notice your surprise, “My names Poe, Poe Dameron. I’m a resistance fighter.”

Again, I would like to reaffirm this is a SLOW burn :D So romance yet to come. <3 Until next time

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New Auras Masterlist(Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her Pronouns) Slow burn

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, violence, death, use of profanity, sensitive topics, mental health

When a handsome cocky pilot lands on your planet trying to recruit you you would follow him, right? You probably would, if it weren't for the fact you refused to use the force abilities for either side of the war. When time passes on, you become friends, until being friends is not enough.

A very self indulgent fic where Poe falls first and is very Top Gun reminiscent, which is not complete without friendly flirting.

Ch. 1 Alzubith

Ch.2 The Meeting

Ch.3 Recruitment

Ch.4 Bases and Basics

Ch.5 ?

TBD

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New Auras progress -- thank you!

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the positive feedback on chapter 1 of New Auras :D!! Everything means a lot to me. I am halfway done with chapter 2, and it will be much longer with Poe making his appearance. Again, thank you all so much ♥️ If anyone would like me to tag them in the new chapter i would be more then happy!

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How We Fall

How We Fall

Notes: Poe Dameron/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-sequels, mild hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff

CW: chronic illness, chronic pain, references to PTSD, implied sexual intimacy

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He should have been home by now. You check the time on your datapad again, and you can’t help but worry. Normally when he’s running late, he sends you a message to let you know. Poe has been off-planet on a trip to Lothal for two weeks helping a friend repair his home after a tornado came through. “It’s the least I can do,” he told you before he left. “He saved my ass more times than I can count during the war.”

After so many years together, it always feels strange when he’s gone for more than a few days—but not to the point of anxiety. That had started an hour ago, when he didn’t answer your call. You’re reaching for your com to call him again when you hear the garage door squeaking open. Arsix beeps and warbles, a binary phrase somewhere along the lines of told you it would be okay.

BB-8 comes through the door first, chirping a greeting.

“Your antenna’s bent,” you say. “Where’s Poe? Is everyone okay?”

Arsix has removed BB-8’s bent antenna and is already repairing it when you hear Poe cursing in the garage. There’s a slam that can only be the speeder door, but there’s also a metal-on-metal screech that startles you. You’re about to go out to the garage to check on him when Poe finally enters the kitchen looking exhausted. His jacket is torn and his hair is a mess—and is that a shadow or a bruise on his chin?

“Poe—”

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for you as he drops his duffel bag on the kitchen floor. “Let me hold you.”

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New Auras (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her Pronouns) Slow burn

I just want to start off by saying a lot of the fic will contain my own personal head canons, although I try to stay as accurate as possible. Such as the planet Alzubith. Another thing that is not accurate is that I have aged Poe down to 22-25 although it still takes place shortly before The Force Awakens. I will also be using Y/N although I will try to not use it much. This is just part one! So stay tuned for later updates. Poe does not appear in this chapter, but he will next. This is a slow burn friends to lovers fic with a lot of Top Gun energy. When I start to publish the later chapters I will link them and make a masterlist. Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic so reblogs are much appreciated :)

Master list can be found here

WC: 1,550

Chapter 1, Alzubith

Twenty-three years, twenty-three years ago. That’s how long it had been since General Leia Organa had felt the presence in the force. A new presence at the time, your presence. A few years back it started to dissipate, slowly but surely. Enough for the General to grow a concern for whoever possessed it. General Organa had become weary after every battle, knowing her time would soon end. A part of her wondered if the galaxy could ever be restored to balance, although her faith in the force assured her of peace whenever her anxieties rose. After the most recent battle, Leia was not satisfied with leaving the galaxy unsure of its tranquility. The former princess knew what she had to do, walking to her meditation room she thought of who could help complete her goal, when a certain commander came to mind. 

Alzubith, home of many terrains, outlaws, smugglers, pirates, bounty hunters and of course yourself. Other than the packs of criminals, there were not many people who lived on its grounds. Living there for quite a long time, you knew the ins and outs of the towns nearby, especially since you rarely left the atmosphere. You had left a few times on vacation, but mostly for supplies for work. It consumed most hours of your life, shipping in parts, fixing ships for the strangest people in the galaxy, fixing up Old Republic, Rebellion and Empire ships and of course learning to fly them. Even though the ladder was not a  part of the job. 

Both government bodies had dumped ships and bodies onto the land, leaving both for scavengers or whoever could take them fast enough. Leaving your mechanic shop in possession of a few of said planes. Including your favorite, a T-65 X-Wing starfighter. The same make and model used by Luke Skywalker, not including the scratches and missing parts yours had. Over the years, refurbishing it to its original state was the goal of your entire mechanic. It looked rough on the outside, but as a collective you were able to restore it to its flying ability. 

You couldn’t wait to fly it on your special day, your twenty third birthday. There was nothing particularly special to this specific anniversary, only that it was one of the only days out of the year you didn’t feel guilty giving into your own selfish desires. The day was bright and beautiful, the sun beating down on all who passed through, opposing the heavy rains common for that season. 

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Arynel beamed watching you cross to the entrance of the shop. “Any plans yet? Besides dealing with this Wookie’s broken speeder,” He announced looking inside the shop and making a teeth grit jokingly. 

Your eyes dart over to the aforementioned Wookie yelling at one of your colleagues. Sighing, you looked back to your friend and simply responded with, “I guess I have three items on the agenda now.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other two supposed to be?” Besides going out to cantinas on your birthdays, nobody on the planet ever had time to do much else.

“After the speeder, I’m gonna treat myself to a pastry and then hop onto the X-Wing before we all go out,” Smiling, you walked over to the Wookie and began helping him with his issue. That being it was almost completely destroyed. You predicted it would take hours out of your day, and you were right. 

When you were finished, you headed straight to devour your birthday pastry, starved and proud of the day's work. Nothing could beat that feeling of euphoria, except of course that of flying. You had about an hour and a half left until everyone ended their day and headed to the cantina. Just enough to get up in the air and enjoy yourself. The usual routine ensued, pushing your head into a musty unmarked helmet, pulling yourself up into the cockpit and slamming the door, lastly checking the wings and landing gear. Everything was fine, picture perfect clear for takeoff. Flipping the switches, reading the stick and yoke, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When you found yourself in the air, the euphoria came rushing back to you. You were a great pilot of course, it made sense considering you had been in a cockpit since your infantry. The tricks, speed and turns you pulled in this bantha crap ship were no different than usual. It was when you had calmed completely when you felt it, something watching you. 

Quickly, you peered at the radar which was blank. No comms message about anyone else in the atmosphere. Despite this, you picked it up, “Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N from Bovdip’s shop. Are you reading anything near me on your radar? I’m flying the T-65 X-Wing.” Silence, nothing but it. You slowly reached for the comm mike again, “.....Is anyone there…?”

Prior to a response, your world turns black. There is nothing but silence and a thin layer of water beneath you. “Dank farrik…! Where’s the X-Wing? Where did everything go!?” Panicking, you looked for anything, anyone who could give you a response. It came to you then, a voice. Elderly and kind, welcoming and strong. 

“Y/N…. You have been avoiding your power for quite too long. We need you, you need us. I know what you can do, I have known ever since your birth. If you help us you can save the galaxy." 

Scanning the area quickly, you found nothing but darkness. "I'm not who you think I am, I've given up my abilities. I will not use them, we both know the harm they can cause." You stated blankly, trying to keep your composure. Although the voice could hear your own trembling and fear. "Who are you?" A seemingly easy question was not answered. Instead you were retorted. 

The voice spoke once more, "You have not given up your abilities. Maybe you think you have, but they surround you everyday. Embrace it. Use them on your own terms." This response stunned you as you still turned looking for the representative of it. Abruptly, you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. The hand ceased its contact when your world went back to the way it was before. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Do you read me?” A voice finally emerged from the comms, but you were astonished trying to put together any of what had just happened. The voice questioned again, “Y/N! You’re going dangerously fast, that relic isn’t going to make it!” Your direction focused back onto the comm, it was one of your fellow technicians. “Are you there!?” 

“Yes, yes I am!” Catching your breath you pulled the X-Wing’s yoke trying to slow it, wondering how you were even still in the air considering your unconsciousness from reality. You directed it back as far as you could, trying to crash land as smoothly as possible. Fortunately, you made it with a few bumps, leaving a new scratch on the underbelly of the fighter. Hopping out of the starfighter you pushed off your helmet and let the lines of sweat run down your face. Nothing could possibly awake you from the shock you had just experienced. 

Walking back to Bovdip’s shop, you were stopped by one of the other technicians, “We’re gonna be late to Enzar’s cantina if you don’t hurry up.” He noticed your eyes, distant and otherworldly as you tried to think of what to respond with. 

Sighing, your brain finally pieced together an excuse to miss out on your birthday celebration, “I think I’m gonna sit this one out. I’ve been very burnt out lately, so I’m going to sleep early today.” Before he could respond, you sat down on your speeder and drove as fast as you could. The feeling of air whipping around you as you drove home was the only thing keeping you in this reality as you ventured to your small and crowded house. The houses on your block were not made of strong material, and were all lined up against each other. They each housed one to two people, workers quarters. Flinging the door open you locked it and rested your back against it, taking the deep breaths you needed. After a second or two of your rest, your eyes peered towards a fake panel in your wall. Pulling it away, you pulled out the case you had hidden years ago. The case containing the saber given to you as a child, which you were now big enough to wield properly. Activating it, the green light bounced off the walls of your room, reminding you that it was in fact not some sort of fake toy gifted to you, but a weapon. Shii-cho was the only form you mastered, and you wondered if you even remembered it. If someone was able to connect with you through the force they would most likely know where you are. The way of the Jedi was something you had given up long ago, it was the reason you could never fully trust anyone, the reason you feared someone would come and kill you, or force you to join their cause. The first order being your main fear. 

You would soon find out who called out for you. 

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