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Chapter 11

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut and Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 9.2k

The Millennium Falcon burst through the cloud cover of Ajan Kloss, its scorched hull catching the light of the system's twin suns. The ship had seen better days—like everyone aboard it. Inside, you stood at the viewport, arms crossed tightly over your chest, bandages peeking from beneath the sleeves of your flight suit. Your hair was tied back, in a braid made by Poe, though several stubborn strands fell across your face. You didn’t brush them away, they matched your mood—messy, raw, untamed.

Poe watched you from the pilot’s seat, hands light on the controls but his attention split. Your presence filled every corner of the cockpit, even in silence. Especially in silence. “We’re coming in low,” Poe said, voice softer than usual. “Leia said there’s a clearing near the old rebel bunkers. Should be good cover.”

You nodded, but said nothing. Poe sighed and keyed in the landing coordinates. “You’re gonna love it down there. Warm breeze, birds singing—very un-Sithy.” That earned the smallest twitch of a smile. Barely there, but it was something. The Falcon descended smoothly into the jungle clearing. Tall trees swayed as the old freighter kicked up a gust of leaves and dirt. Resistance crews had already arrived; temporary tents and supplies dotted the perimeter, soldiers waving as the iconic ship touched down.

You turned to Poe at last. “Feels like the old days.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way.” He stood and crossed the cockpit to you, reaching out carefully. You didn’t flinch, but you didn’t lean in either. “You should rest. I’ll handle the supply inventory with Rose and Connix.”

“I’m not a patient,” you muttered.

“No,” Poe said with a grin, “you’re worse. You’re a Solo.”

That made you chuckle, a short breath through the nose, and Poe’s grin softened. “You know I’d fly through a Death Star if you asked, right?”

You met his eyes then—warm brown meeting smouldering gold. “I wouldn’t ask. But thanks.”

He held your gaze. “You don’t have to carry this alone, Y/N/N.”

Your expression flickered, the brave face slipping. “He was my brother, Poe… he did all of this…” your voice cracked. “I should’ve stopped him.”

“You tried. No one expected you to do it alone. Not even Leia.”

“I did.”

Poe stepped closer, gently brushing your knuckles with his. Your engagement ring was back on, shining subtly in the light. “We’re back in this together. No more running.”

You nodded, fighting the sting behind your eyes. “No more running.”

Outside, Resistance members moved like ants, building a base on a world once used by their ancestors. It was quiet for now, but the war was far from over. Y/N Solo, daughter of Leia Organa and Han Solo, knew that better than anyone. You had scars to prove it. Some visible. Some buried but here—on this quiet, green world—she had space to breathe. To heal. To fight again when the time came and beside you stood Poe, stubborn as ever. Just how you needed him. Together, you stepped out of the Falcon and into the jungle sunlight. The Resistance had a long road ahead but the Princess of the Resistance had never walked alone.

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The jungle air was thick and alive, birds calling from the canopy above as golden sunlight filtered through the trees. The makeshift medbay inside the Resistance bunker buzzed with quiet movement—medical droids gliding past, soft voices murmuring, the occasional hum of scanning equipment. You sat cross-legged on a repurposed supply crate just outside the bunker, a blanket around your shoulders. Your tunic clung to you as sweat beaded along your hairline—another post-therapy session. Your wounds were healing, but slowly. You didn’t complain as the pain was grounding. Across from you, Rey sat calmly, her lightsaber resting on her knees. Her presence in the Force was serene, centred—like a deep lake with no ripples. It made your jagged aura feel like a storm by comparison.

“You’re stronger than you think,” Rey said quietly, almost reading her mind.

You scoffed. “I was strong enough to get impaled by my own brother.”

Rey didn’t flinch. “He wasn’t trying to kill you.”

That stung more than you wanted to admit. “No… just break me.”

Rey let the silence stretch for a moment before continuing. “The Force isn’t just about strength or winning fights. It’s balance. Knowing when to act… and when not to.”

You glanced sideways. “Says the girl who lifted an entire rockslide.”

Rey smiled. “I didn’t lift it with strength. I listened. I asked the Force to show me what to do. That’s the difference.”

You brow furrowed. “Leia used to say I push too hard. That I fight like a blaster—not a blade.”

“She said the same to me,” Rey said gently. “But you and I—we’re not like the Jedi who came before. We carry fire. Maybe we have to learn how to burn without destroying ourselves.”

You looked down at your hands. “My father was a smuggler. My mother was royalty. My brother is a Sith lord. And I’m… what? Caught in between?”

“No,” Rey said firmly. “You’re Y/N Solo. You get to decide what that means.”

Just then, voices carried through the camp. Finn and Poe were walking back from the perimeter, boots muddy, shoulders dusted in green pollen. You smiled softly at the sight of them—two people who, for all their differences, somehow worked perfectly together.

“I owe you, man,” Poe said as they neared. “Back on the Supremacy. You didn’t leave her behind. You made sure she got out.”

Finn gave a tight shrug. “Didn’t help much. She still decided to almost die fighting Ren on Crait.”

From across the space, you called, “Still here, thanks.”

Finn grinned. “Yeah, yeah, barely.”

Poe turned to you, a mix of pride and exasperation in his voice. “What can I say? That’s my girl.”

Rey chuckled, rising to her feet. “I’ll let you two have your moment.”

As she passed Poe, she added with a sly smile, “Keep her from doing anything stupid for at least a week.”

“No promises,” he replied.

Poe moved to your side, slipping his hand into yours as they watched Finn and Rey disappear into the jungle shadows. “You’re healing,” he said, brushing a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I’m trying.”

He looked at you—truly looked at you—and said, “That’s enough.”

The jungle whispered around them. Somewhere deep within the trees, a new spark of hope stirred in the Force. War was coming. The galaxy was shifting. But on Ajan Kloss, for now, there was peace and for you, that was enough.

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Ajan Kloss was buzzing with life. Jungle humidity clung to the Resistance base as crates were hauled, antennas calibrated, and ships fuelled under thick green canopy. Everyone had a job—except you.

You sat on a stacked crate near the Falcon’s landing gear, arms folded, foot tapping, jaw clenched. A low growl of frustration escaped your lips as you watched Finn and Rose haul a power regulator across the clearing.

A medic droid beeped as it passed you. You gave it a look that could've melted durasteel. You wasn’t fragile, you was furious. When the familiar whine of an incoming shuttle split the air, your head snapped up. Poe’s X-wing broke through the trees and landed in a gentle spray of leaves and soil. The loading crew rushed to meet him, but you was already on your feet, storming across the tarmac.

Poe descended the ladder, removing his gloves and grinning like he’d just saved the galaxy again—until he saw her face. “Oh no,” he muttered, too late.

“You went without me. Again.”

He held up his hands. “Y/N/N-“

“No. Don’t ‘Y/N/N’ me.” you jabbed a finger at him. “I’m not made of glass, Dameron. I can lift a crate. I can check inventory. I can fly.”

“You can barely stand without wincing,” he shot back.

“I fought Kylo Ren. I’ve flown through First Order blockades. I am not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs while everyone else works.”

Poe’s tone hardened. “You almost died, Y/N.”

“And I’m still here!” you snapped. “What, am I supposed to sit in a corner for the rest of the war?! Watch from the sidelines while everyone else saves the galaxy?”

“Yes!” he barked, then instantly regretted it. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I mean—right now? Yeah. You are.”

Your eyes flared. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do when it’s the only way to keep you alive!”

You were nose to nose now, the space between you burning with all the things you couldn’t say without yelling.

“I’m not your responsibility, Poe.”

“No, you’re not. But you’re mine. And if that means I have to be the bad guy to keep you breathing, then so be it!”

Silence. Just the thrum of jungle creatures and the distant whine of repulsors. Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling fast. “You’re not the bad guy,” you said finally, your voice lower, but still raw. “You’re just scared.” Poe’s jaw flexed but didn’t deny it. You looked down, your voice cracking. “I am too.”

He stepped closer again, this time without the fire—just the weight of everything between them. “I can’t lose you. Not after… not after everything. Han, Luke, the fleet... you. You're the only thing I have left that feels like it matters.”

Your eyes shimmered, but you didn’t look away. “Then let me matter by doing something.”

Poe looked torn, but he exhaled slowly. “Light duty. Inventory. Maybe shadow Finn on perimeter and if you even think about jumping into a cockpit—”

“I won’t.” A pause. “Yet.”

He gave you a look that was half warning, half affection. “You're impossible.”

You smirked. “That’s why you fell in love with me.”

Poe leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Remind me again when you’re not actively plotting to disobey orders.”

“I’ll remind you every time I come back in one piece.” And for a moment, the fire between them softened—not gone, never gone—but flickering in a rhythm that matched. Together. Always.

The jungle heat pressed down like a second skin as you stormed across the clearing, the ache in your side pulsing with every step—but you ignored it. You was on a mission, you spotted Finn halfway through a perimeter sweep, adjusting a sensor relay near the north ridge.

“Finn!” you barked.

He jumped slightly, nearly dropping his datapad. “Maker, Y/N—what?”

“I’m helping.” you pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “Poe ‘Know-It-All’ Dameron says I can.”

Finn blinked, hesitant. “Wait, Poe said—?”

“‘Light duty,’” you said, voice mocking and defiant. “So I’m here. Light-duty-ing.”

He looked her over, eyes landing on the gauze peeking from beneath her tunic. “You sure you should—?”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” your eyes were fire. “Let me be useful, Finn. Please.”

Finn hesitated. He didn’t like it, but he understood it. Maybe too well. “Alright,” he sighed. “You’re with me. No running, no flying, and for the love of the Force—no hero moves.”

You gave him a mocking salute in return. “Jedi’s honour.”

You two moved along the path, checking relay points and marking sensor interference. It was going well—until it wasn’t. Near the southern tree line, a stack of dropped crates blocked the path. A supply tech had abandoned them mid-unload, and Finn was checking his map when you stepped forward.

“I’ve got this.”

“Y/N—just wait, I’ll—” but you was already gripping the heavy crate, gritting your teeth, and hoisting it up with a growl of effort. For a second, you held it but then pain lanced through your side like a lightning bolt. Your vision blurred and you felt something rip. The crate hit the ground with a thud and you staggered back, clutching your abdomen.

“Y/N?!”

Blood was already seeping through your tunic, dark and spreading. You collapsed to your knees, breathing hard. “Get Poe,” you hissed through clenched teeth. “Now.”

Poe arrived minutes later in a sprint, skidding to the edge of the clearing where Finn was waving frantically. His heart sank when he saw the blood, saw you, pale and crumpled.

“Y/N!”

You looked up at him, defiant even as pain twisted your face. “Don’t start.” but Poe was already yelling into his comm. “Med team to grid six, now!”

He dropped beside you, tearing open your tunic to check the wound. “Damn it, you tore your stitches wide open—”

“I’m fine—”

“You’re bleeding through a two-inch wrap, Y/N!” Poe’s voice cracked with fury. “This—this is exactly what I was talking about!”

“I was helping—”

“You call this helping? You could’ve bled out in the jungle! You lied to me, you disobeyed me—”

“I’m not one of your pilots!”

“You’re the woman I love!” Poe’s voice exploded out of him. “And watching you kill yourself to prove something is going to break me, Y/N/N! Don’t you get that?!”

You froze, chest heaving and your hand trembled against your side. “I don’t want to sit still while the galaxy burns.”

“And I don’t want to bury you next to your father!”

Silence overwhelms you both as the medics arrived, pushing Poe aside as they treated you. But even as they worked, you and Poe’s eyes stayed locked—both of you hurting, both of you desperate to be understood, neither one willing to let go of the fire inside.

As the gurney lifted you off the ground, you whispered, “I’m not trying to die, Poe.”

And Poe, following you as the team rushed back to base, whispered just as brokenly: “Then stop acting like you are.”

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The jungle sky had dimmed to soft orange as evening fell over Ajan Kloss. The buzz of activity around the Resistance base quieted to a hum, fires crackling in scattered camps, the occasional clatter of tools fading into dusk. Poe sat alone outside the med tent, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. He hadn’t said a word in an hour—not since they took you inside. He couldn’t stop replaying the blood on your shirt, the way your voice trembled when you said I’m not trying to die. He hated this, he hated how loving you came with so much fear.

A quiet shuffle of robes caught his ear, and he looked up to see General Leia Organa approaching. Her presence, even now, commanded attention—strong but calm, gentle but unshakable.

“General,” he said, standing quickly.

“Sit down, flyboy,” she said softly.

Poe hesitated, then dropped back onto the bench. Leia sat beside him, her hands folded neatly in her lap. They sat in silence for a moment, watching the wind stir the treetops.

“She’ll be alright,” Leia said quietly.

Poe exhaled, jaw tight. “You don’t know that.”

Leia raised a brow. “I’ve known Y/N since before she had a name. I know.”

He looked down, voice low and cracked. “I can’t do this.”

Leia turned her head, her expression unreadable. “Can’t do what?”

“This,” Poe said, motioning toward the med tent. “The constant fear. The arguments. Watching her run headfirst into danger with that Solo streak like she’s trying to prove she can’t be broken. I love her—but she scares the hell out of me.”

Leia didn’t speak. She just let him pour it out. “I thought being with her would be like flying in formation—chaotic, yeah, but beautiful. But it’s like I’m trying to hold onto a star burning itself out. And I’m tired, General. I’m tired of watching her bleed and act like it doesn’t matter. I’m tired of being the one who stays behind hoping this time she comes back.” He rubbed his face, eyes glassy. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to be with someone like her.”

Leia was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “Do you think Han was ever not afraid of losing me?” Poe looked up, startled. “I scared him constantly,” Leia said, her voice softer now, almost fond. “He didn’t say it out loud—not at first. But he hated it. Hated the politics, the battles, the fact that I kept throwing myself into every fight I thought was worth bleeding for. He used to say I never knew when to walk away.”

Poe gave a weak smile. “Y/N says that too.”

Leia chuckled, then looked at him seriously. “You’re not weak for struggling, Poe. You’re human. Loving someone like my daughter—it’s not easy. But it’s real. And I’ve seen you two go through worse than this. She needs someone who won’t let her burn herself out. Someone who holds the line when she can’t. That’s what you do.”

“She won’t let me,” Poe said bitterly.

“She doesn’t know how to let you yet,” Leia corrected gently. “But she’s learning. You’re both fire, yes. That’s why you clash but that’s also why you survive.”

Poe’s shoulders sagged, the weight lifting just slightly. “She’s so damn stubborn.”

“She gets that from me,” Leia said, and Poe cracked a small, tired laugh.

Then she placed a hand over his, warm and steady. “She loves you, Poe. I’ve never doubted that and I know you love her. That kind of bond? It’s worth fighting for. Even when it hurts.”

Poe nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. It is.”

Leia stood, giving his shoulder a firm squeeze. “Get some rest. She’ll want to yell at you when she wakes up.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Leia smiled. “You’re ready for her, Poe Dameron. More than you think.”

And as she walked away into the twilight, Poe felt something settle in his chest—not peace, not exactly but hope.

The jungle night had deepened, stars peeking through the canopy, the air cooler now and heavy with dew. The glow of the med tent was one of the few lights still on in camp. Outside, Poe lay slumped on a bench, jacket draped over his chest, boots still on, head tilted against the wall—fast asleep from sheer exhaustion. Leia paused as she passed him, a hand brushing through his dark hair in quiet affection. He didn’t stir. Inside, the hum of monitors greeted her, steady and soft. You lay in the centre cot, propped up on pillows, face pale against the sterile light. Your eyes were open, unfocused at first, then sharpening when you saw your mother.

Leia crossed to you, silent, calm, and sat beside the bed. “I didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” you said, voice hoarse.

“I let you sleep,” Leia replied gently. “The medics said you were stable. Stubborn, but stable.”

You tried to laugh but it hurt. “So nothing new.” You both sat in silence for a few beats. Then: “Is Poe really still outside?”

Leia nodded. “Wouldn’t leave. Not even when I told him to.”

Your lip trembled, and you turned your face toward the ceiling. “I can’t lose him.”

Leia’s gaze didn’t waver. “You won’t.”

“I’m pushing him away, I know I am but I don’t know how to stop. Every time I look at the stars, I see Ben’s shadow in them. I see Dad falling, I see Crait, I see all the people I couldn’t save.” You blinked rapidly, the tears starting to come. “And when I see those things—I have to act. I have to fight. Even if it kills me.”

Leia’s voice, when it came, was soft but unshakable. “Y/N… it’s not about whether you fight. It’s about knowing when not to.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t know how.”

“I didn’t either,” Leia admitted. “Not when I was your age. I kept thinking the only way to make things right was to push harder, do more. I thought if I carried it all on my shoulders, maybe no one else would have to.”

“But you did,” You whispered.

Leia nodded slowly. “And it cost me more than I can explain.”

She reached for your hand, holding it gently. “You’re not weak for needing to rest. You’re not selfish for letting someone else carry you when you can’t stand. That’s not surrender. That’s trust. That’s love.”

You wiped a tear from your cheek. “He said he was tired. Tired of watching me bleed for everything.”

Leia’s smile was sad. “So was your father. So was I. But loving someone like you—someone who feels everything that deeply—is worth the fear. Because when you fight with your whole heart, you change the world.”

She leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But, sweetheart, the galaxy doesn’t need you broken. Poe doesn’t need a martyr. He just needs you. Alive. With him.”

You nodded, tears slipping silently down your face. “I’ll try,” you whispered. “I want to be better for him.”

“No,” Leia said softly. “You be better for you. Poe will follow.”

You both sat there together, Leia holding her daughter’s hand as the monitors ticked softly in the background. Outside, the jungle sang and at the edge of the cot, the Force swirled around you like a tide—still stormy, still wounded but slowly… beginning to settle.

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The jungle night hummed with quiet, but the air inside your tent was anything but still. The low flicker of the lantern cast golden light over the room, making shadows dance across the canvas walls. You sat on the cot, one leg stretched out, the other tucked beneath you. She wore one of Poe’s old shirts, the collar wide enough to slip off one shoulder. The bruises on her shoulder peeked out from underneath—battle badges you didn’t bother hiding- not with Poe.

Poe stood across from you, arms crossed, clearly trying not to look at your bare legs, or the way your fingers were idly toying with the hem of the shirt.

“You’re staring again, Flyboy.”

Poe blinked, as if caught in a trap. “You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

You smiled slow, lazy, dangerous. “That’s because I don’t want to give you a choice.”

He stepped closer, cautious. “Y/N/N, come on. You’re still healing.”

“And you’re still making excuses.”

He opened his mouth, but you slid off the bed and closed the space between you in three slow steps. Your hands found his hips, fingers slipping just under his waistband. You watched his breath catch. “I’ve been patient, Dameron,” you whispered. “I’ve waited days for this. Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing you walk around camp all sweaty and smug and not touching me?”

Poe swallowed hard, hands clenched at his sides. “I’ve touched you.”

“Not the way I want.”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath his jaw—then another, slower, right at the base of his throat, his heart thudded under your lips. Then, without a word, your hand slipped lower and cupped him through his pants, slow, deliberate. Poe’s breath left him in a rough gasp, his eyes fluttering shut. “Y/N/N—”

“Hm?” you whispered, fingers teasing a little pressure just the way you knew would unravel him.

“You’re playing dirty.”

“I’m playing smart.”

Your other hand slid up his chest, nails scraping lightly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

You grinned, brushing your lips along his ear. “Then let me finish what I started.”

Poe grabbed your waist suddenly, backing you toward the cot. His eyes had changed—hunger taking over the hesitation.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled.

“Oh, no,” you whispered, lips parting as he pressed you down onto the mattress. “I’m counting on it flyboy.”

His mouth crashed into yours, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You laughed against him, breathless and triumphant. Clothes disappeared between gasps and tugged buttons. Poe’s touch was bold now, roaming over your body with growing intensity—but never carelessness. He kissed a path along your bruises and scars with reverence and memory. You arched beneath him, guiding his hand to between your thighs.

“Harder, Poe,” you whispered, as he begins light pressure to where you need him the most, your voice became shaky. “I’m not going to break.”

He hesitated, and you reached for him again, wrapping your hand around him this time, your touch firm and slowly begin pumping him.

“Y/N—” he gasped, hips jerking into your palm.

You smiled in triumphant. “Still worried about hurting me?”

He growled, suddenly rolling on top of you so you are beneath him being conscious not to put too much pressure onto you, “That was a dirty trick.”

You laughed. “It worked” gesturing to the position they now are in.

He entered you slow, careful—but the moment your bodies aligned, your hands gripped his shoulders.

“Come on, Flyboy,” you breathed. “Stop holding back.”

He thrusted again, harder this time, and your breath stuttered into a moan. “Yes—just like that,” you panted. “More.”

He obeyed and your rhythm built, heat rising with each desperate movement. Sweat dampened your skin, the sound of you both—bodies, breath, whispered names—drowning out the jungle night.

Then your voice caught, a sharp inhale. Poe stopped immediately, pulling back, his eyes wild with panic. “Did I—?”

You clenched your jaw, blinking through the sting. “It’s okay, just—just a twinge.”

He was already easing off you, cradling your face. “No. I’m not doing this. Not if it’s too much.”

“Poe,” you said firmly, voice low and pleading. “I’m fine.”

“You winced.”

“I want this. I want you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You reached up, cupping his face. “Then listen to me. You didn’t hurt me. My body flinched, but it’s not pain. It’s memory. I can take it.”

He searched your face, conflict storming behind his eyes.

“Poe,” you whispered, lips brushing his, “please don’t stop. Please ruin me.”

Something inside him broke, he kissed you again—deeper, fiercer—and pressed back into you with one smooth motion. This time, there was no hesitation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer, and his movements turned commanding, relentless. You gasped, head thrown back, fingers tangled in his curls.

“Poe,” you breathed, “You feel so—damn—good.”

He groaned into your neck. “You drive me crazy.”

“Good,” you moaned. “Then we’re even.”

Your rhythm built to something primal, sweat-slick skin and desperate mouths. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough of you, held you like you might vanish, screamed your name like a vow. When release came, it hit you both in waves—your cry caught in his mouth, his breath stuttering against your skin as he released himself inside you. You collapsed together, limbs tangled, bodies trembling from the aftershock. For a long time, neither spoke just heavy pants as you both catch your breath.

You sighed, smug and breathless. “Still think I’m too fragile?”

Poe laughed, burying his face in your neck. “You’re going to kill me.”

“You’ll die happy.”

He kissed your shoulder, his voice low. “No regrets.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking you close, your heartbeats slowly syncing. You curled into him, fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.

“Stay tonight.” You more demanded then asked.

“Like I’m getting rid of you?”

“Good. Because I have so many ideas for round two.”

Poe’s laugh was ragged. “Princess, I’ll give you the galaxy—just let me breathe first.”

You kissed his shoulder, already smiling. “Fine. Ten minutes.”

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Ajan Kloss was quiet in the morning—just the hum of wind in the trees and birdsong weaving through the canopy. Inside your tent, the light was pale and gold, spilling gently over two tangled bodies wrapped in thin blankets and shared warmth. You stirred first or, more accurately, tried to stir. A low hiss slipped through your teeth as you shifted, your thighs aching, your hips sore in a way that felt both tender and triumphant. You winced, then groaned and immediately, Poe bolted upright beside her.

“Y/N—are you okay?” His voice was laced with alarm, hands instantly on your shoulders, gently guiding you back to the mattress as if you were glass.

You blinked up at him, tousled and sleep-heavy, trying to wave him off. “Relax, Dameron. I’m not dying.”

“You winced.” His brows drew together. “Twice.”

You sighed, flopping back with a small, almost smug smile. “Yeah, well… you weren’t exactly gentle last night, Commander.”

His face flushed. “I—Y/N, I didn’t mean to push you too far.”

“You didn’t.”

“You’re sore.”

“I earned being sore.”

He didn’t laugh. He just watched you, concerned and quiet. Your expression softened and you reached up and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb along his stubble. “Hey. I’m okay.”

“You say that, but I—stars, I should’ve stopped. You winced. I felt it happen.”

“I winced because I’m a human being who’s not made of durasteel, not because you hurt me in any kind of wrong way.” you pulled him down beside you again, pressing your forehead to his. “I wanted all of it. Every moment. I still do.”

Poe exhaled, closing his eyes, his hand slid around your waist, gentle now, careful like you might disappear. “I just hate the idea of causing you any pain.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t cause pain. You gave me a night I’ll never forget. There’s a difference.”

He looked at you for a long time and then nodded, finally letting the tension ease from his body. You lay like that for a while—quiet, close. His fingers traced light circles on your back; yours curled in the hair at the base of his neck. Then you gave a soft laugh. “You know, despite all the bruises and sore muscles, I still feel like I won the last round.”

Poe chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Of course you do. That’s what royalty does—claims victory even when they’re limping off the battlefield.”

“Hey!” you swatted his chest.

He caught your hand, kissed your knuckles. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “But I like hearing it from you.”

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re amazing. Brave. Reckless. Absolutely insatiable.”

You hummed, eyes fluttering shut. “Say more.”

He chuckled. “I’ll whisper it all into your skin tonight. When you’re not so sore.”

You groaned again. “Ugh. That’ll be next week at this rate.”

“Good,” he said smugly. “Means I did my job.”

“Flyboy, I think I’m permanently broken.”

He smiled softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your shoulder. “Then you’re not moving. I’m getting breakfast. You stay right here, Princess.”

“I could come with—”

“Nope,” he interrupted, already leaning over to kiss your nose. “Not after last night. You’re not walking more than ten steps until at least noon. I’ve got it covered.”

You smirked, eyes sparkling. “So gallant.”

“So bossy,” he shot back with a wink. “And I like being the reason you’re too sore to sass me properly.”

You laughed, then winced again. “You’re lucky I can’t move.”

“I know.” He kissed you again. “Rest. I’ll be back.”

At the mess tent, Poe walked in, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His curls were a mess, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and he had the swagger of a man who had definitely won last night. He didn’t even get a step toward the food line before Rey and Finn intercepted him near the caf station.

“Well, well,” Finn drawled, raising a mug. “If it isn’t Commander ‘All Night.’”

Poe blinked. “Morning to you too.”

Rey gave him a sly grin over her cup. “Did you two sleep at all?”

Poe’s mouth opened and then closed. “That’s classified.”

Finn laughed, nudging Rey. “I counted at least three separate storms in your quadrant, and none of them were weather-related.”

Rey joined in. “We thought maybe there was a malfunctioning comm tower until we realised—oh wait—it was just Round Three.”

Poe ran a hand over his face, chuckling. “Alright, alright, get it out now.”

“You’re proud,” Finn accused. “Look at him, Rey! That’s the strut of a man who ruined a royal.”

“I did not strut.”

Rey tilted her head. “You kinda did.”

Poe smirked, grabbing a tray and ladling warm porridge into two bowls. “What can I say? Girl’s got stamina.”

“Oh my stars,” Finn groaned, covering his face. “I don’t want to know how many rounds there were.”

Poe grinned. “I lost count after five.”

“Five?!” Rey nearly choked on her drink.

Finn held up a hand. “Nope. I’m done. I don’t need that mental image. I’m going back to pretending you’re a boring pilot who plays cards and files flight reports.”

Poe laughed, loading up the tray with fruit and two caf mugs. “Hey, I do file reports.”

Rey raised an eyebrow. “Was one of them about structural damage to your tent poles?”

Poe couldn’t help it—he doubled over laughing. “Okay, that one’s good.”

“You better feed that poor girl,” Finn said. “She’s gonna need it if you keep trying to be a one-man rebellion in the bedroom.”

Poe gave a mock salute. “Commander Dameron, reporting to bedside breakfast duty.”

“And hydration!” Rey called after him, still laughing. “She’s gonna need fluids after surviving the Dameron Offensive!”

He left the mess tent grinning from ear to ear, food tray steady in his hands and his heart very full.

Back in the tent, you was still curled up where he left you, blinking sleepily at the sunlight filtering in. “I bring peace offerings,” Poe announced, kneeling beside you with the tray. “Breakfast. Fruit. Hot caf. And zero regrets.”

You looked up at him, smiling warmly. “Mmm, I like you like this.”

“Proud of yourself?”

“Smug as hell.”

He kissed your cheek, then whispered into your ear, “They heard us.”

Your eyes widened, laughing. “No.”

“Oh yeah. Finn says we broke the camp’s structural integrity.”

You gave a soft, mischievous laugh, even as you winced trying to sit up. “Worth it.”

Poe handed you the caf and nestled beside you, arm sliding around your waist protectively. “Next time,” he murmured, “I’m buying soundproof panels.”

“Next time,” you whispered back, curling into him, “we go for six rounds.”

He looked down at you, love and pride radiating from every inch of him. “Careful, Princess. That sounds like a challenge.”

The tent was warm with the scent of caf and fruit. You lounged against Poe’s chest, still in his shirt, breakfast half-finished on the tray beside you. He was practically glowing. That is… until the tent flap opened with a swish, and General Leia Organa stepped in like a storm on legs.

“Morning,” she said flatly, hands behind her back, calm and commanding as ever. Poe froze and your eyes went wide. “Mum?”

Poe scrambled upright so fast he nearly knocked the tray to the ground. “General! I—uh—I didn’t know—Ma’am—you’re here—hi—good morning—”

Leia’s expression didn’t budge. She swept her gaze once around the room, then settled it on her daughter. “Just checking in to see how you’re recovering,” she said coolly.

You, trying to look like you wasn’t currently sore from being very thoroughly ravaged the night before, pulled the blanket up to your chin with a sheepish smile. “I’m… resting. Poe made breakfast.”

Leia looked at Poe. Poe wilted under her gaze. “Caf?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t try to bribe me with caf, Dameron.”

He immediately put the mug down and Leia took one long, measured breath, then said in a voice calm enough to be terrifying: “I’ve survived imperial prisons, planetary invasions, and a son who joined the dark side. But what I was not prepared for was hearing you—” she pointed vaguely at Poe “—screaming my daughter’s name throughout the night.”

You buried your face in Poe’s shoulder and Poe turned scarlet. “I—uh—I wasn’t… screaming, I think?”

Leia didn’t blink. “Oh no, you were. Loudly. Repeatedly. If the enemy had been nearby, they’d have assumed a sonic weapon had been deployed.”

“Mum!” You squeaked, mortified.

“I don’t need to know what ‘round three’ involved. I don’t want to know what was knocked over. And I certainly do not need to hear the phrase ‘ruin me, flyboy’ echoing through the base again.”

Poe looked like he wanted to vaporize on the spot. “Ma’am, I—deeply, truly—”

“Don’t,” Leia said, holding up a finger. “If you apologize, it gets worse.”

A long beat of silence passed, Leia folded her arms. “Next time, maybe… turn on a radio. Or a fan. Or—hell, a blaster on low. Anything.”

Megan peeked out, red-faced but grinning. “Duly noted.”

Leia’s voice softened a bit as she looked at her daughter. “I’m glad you’re… in good hands.” Then she turned to Poe, dead serious again. “But if I ever have to hear that again, you are being reassigned to Hoth.”

Poe nodded rapidly. “Understood.”

Leia paused at the flap of the tent. “Glad to see you’re up and about. Or… soon will be.” And then she was gone.

The tent was silent for a full ten seconds, then you snorted and Poe groaned, face in his hands. “Oh my stars. I’m gonna die. I just got called out by a general.”

“Called out by my mum.”

You both broke down laughing, faces red and hearts pounding.

“She heard round three,” you whispered between giggles.

“She quoted you!” Poe hissed. “You said that thing. I wasn’t supposed to be punished for it!. You screamed it like a battle cry.”

“I thought we were alone!”

“You thought wrong.”

You collapsed into laughter again, Poe pressing a pillow over his face to muffle the sound. From outside the tent, Leia’s voice floated back in. “And close the flap next time!”

The light from outside had softened into a golden hush, seeping into the tent like a quiet blessing. The breakfast tray had long been forgotten, the teasing banter faded, leaving only the quiet beat of two hearts learning how to breathe again in the aftermath. You lay nestled against Poe, your head on his shoulder, your fingers loosely tangled. You’d been unusually quiet since Leia had left, not withdrawn—but thoughtful. Poe could feel the shift, like a tide pulling back before the waves crashed again. He didn’t push. He’d learned to wait when it came to your heart. It was never far from his, even in silence.

Finally, your voice came. Small. Raw. “What would you have done if I hadn’t made it?” The words hit him like a punch to the chest. You didn’t look at him when you asked—your eyes were fixed on the soft curve of his collarbone, your voice trembling like a string drawn too tight.

Poe swallowed hard. “Y/N…”

“I need to know.”

He closed his eyes. Your honesty demanded the same of him. “I don’t know if I could’ve come back from that.” There was a pause, thick with emotion.  “I would’ve flown until I didn’t come back down. That’s the truth.” He turned to you slowly, cupping your face in his hand. “Losing you would’ve been like… watching the stars go out one by one until everything went black.”

You blinked quickly, but a tear still slipped down your cheek. “But you didn’t lose me.”

“No,” he whispered. “And I thank the stars every second for that.”

You pushed yourself up slightly to face him, wincing just a little but determined. Your eyes searched his, full of something new—hope, clarity, the soft courage that came from surviving the unimaginable. “Then marry me.”

The words hung in the air like a heartbeat. Poe blinked. “What?”

“Right now. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. Just—don’t make me wait forever. Life is too short, Poe. We know that better than anyone.”

His breath caught, the image of you in white, firelight in your hair, joy blooming across your face like sunrise—it nearly undid him. He reached for your hand, holding it like something sacred. “If you wanted to marry me now, I would. Anywhere. Any moment. I’d do it in this tent, wearing my flight vest, with BB-8 as our ring bearer.” You smiled through the tears starting to spill again but Poe’s voice gentled, grew firmer with love. “But you deserve the galaxy, Y/N.” He kissed the inside of your wrist. “I want to give you a perfect wedding. Not a rushed one in the middle of war. Not one you’ll have to squeeze in between mission briefings and battle scars.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I want your father’s old jacket pressed and waiting for me. I want your mother standing proud beside you. I want the Resistance drunk and dancing and Rey catching the bouquet while Finn pretends not to care. I want a moment so golden you’ll remember it forever. That’s what you deserve. That’s what I want for you.”

You smiled through the tears, and Poe’s voice dropped lower, more serious “because you didn’t just survive, Y/N/N. You came back to me. And that means we get everything.”

You wiped at your cheeks due to the tears falling down, you laughed lightly. “Fine. You win. We’ll wait. But I reserve the right to marry you in a stolen ceremony behind the medbay if this war drags on much longer.”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close again. “Deal.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a few heartbeats before you spoke again, a quiet edge of wonder in your voice. “Have you ever thought about kids?”

Poe stiffened a little—just enough that you noticed—but it wasn’t fear. It was awe. “All the time,” he admitted. “Usually late at night, when I think about what it’d be like to see you holding something that’s a little piece of both of us.”

Your eyes softened, and you leaned into him. “I used to pretend I didn’t care about that kind of future. That it was a luxury I couldn’t afford.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” Poe said gently.

You smiled. “I want it. Someday. I want you in a rocking chair with a baby on your chest, snoring louder than the kid. I want chaos and tiny boots and stars painted on nursery walls.”

Poe chuckled, eyes glistening. “We’d be so unprepared.”

“We’d be perfect.”

Poe kissed your temple, “I’ll give you everything, Y/N. A wedding. A home. A family.”

You curled into him, heart full. “I already have everything I want. All I want in this universe is you.”

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Its been 5 weeks since all of this happened, the resistance has started to settle in Ajon Kloss and it has now easily become their new base. You have been cleared for missions- easy recon missions only- on Leia and Poe’s orders. Even when you were flying Poe flew so close to you, you might as well share an x-wing. You didn’t mind though, you promised Poe you would be careful so this is what careful looks like. However, in your Solo glory you still have your reckless streak when flying which Poe really uneasy about.

The morning air inside your shared tent was warm and close, laced with the soft scent of jungle flowers blooming just beyond the canvas walls. Birds sang somewhere outside, distant and peaceful but inside you woke with a start. Your stomach turned violently before you even had time to sit up. You barely made it to the washbasin before the nausea took hold. You gripped the sides, shaking as wave after wave hit you. Your knees buckled beneath you slightly.

A warm hand was instantly at your back, steadying you. “Y/N—hey, hey—” Poe’s voice was thick with sleep, but immediately alert, all concern. He dropped to his knees beside you, rubbing slow circles over your spine. “That’s the third time this week,” he whispered, eyes dark with worry. His other hand brushed your hair out of your face gently. You didn’t answer, you just spat, coughed, wiped your mouth with the edge of the sheet. “And yesterday morning too,” he added, quieter now, as though saying it out loud made it worse. “You’ve barely eaten, you’re pale, you napped in the middle of the day.”

“Poe, please don’t—”

“You’re going to the medbay,” he said, already helping you up to your feet, an arm strong around your waist but you resisted him. “No, I’m fine,” you muttered, pulling away weakly. Poe stared at you like you’d just cursed at him.

“You’re not fine.”

“It’s just something I ate—”

“Everyday for 3 days Y/N/N, and we have eaten the same food and I am fine?!” he snapped, not angry but scared. You knew that tone now, it came from the same place as the way he held you too tightly when you was late returning from a mission, from the way he couldn’t sleep when you was out on patrol. You turned your face away but Poe stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Y/N… you’re scaring me.”

That got you, your jaw tightened, and you looked up at him—his brows furrowed, eyes scanning your face like you might disappear. You sighed and leaned into his chest, letting his warmth calm your shaking limbs for just a moment.

“It’s probably nothing,” you said again, softer now. “I just… I didn’t want to make a big deal of it.”

He kissed your temple gently. “Everything about you is a big deal to me, Princess.” You stood there like that for a while—him holding you, your body betraying its fatigue in the way you leaned heavier against him than you meant to.

Outside, footsteps crunched in the grass, Rey’s voice floated through the flap, followed by Finn’s: “Y/N/N? You up?”

You froze and Poe stepped out of the tent and pulled back the flap. Rey and Finn both took one look at his face, then peered past him at you, who was still visibly pale, one hand braced on the desk. Finn narrowed his eyes. “She was sick again, wasn’t she?” Poe answered with a tight nod. “Yeah. She won’t go to medbay.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Rey said, pushing past him. She came straight to you, arms folding across your chest. “You’re going. Now. Don’t even try to argue.”

You groaned. “You guys, it’s not—”

“You’ve thrown up more times than I’ve used a lightsaber this week,” Rey said bluntly.

Finn, from behind her, added, “Pretty sure your stomach’s logged more flight time than my X-wing lately.”

Poe glanced back as his comm crackled. The voice of a base officer cut through: “Commander Dameron, urgent mission briefing in ten. Report to Command.”

He looked back at you immediately, his eyes searching yours, “I have to go but please… just—go. Promise me you’ll let them check you over?” You hesitated but he cupped your face with both hands. “Y/N, please. I won’t be able to think straight if you don’t.”

Your shoulders finally dropped and you gave him a weak nod “Okay. I promise.”

You went to Medbay as agreed, you knew Poe was right you had to go to see what was wrong but you was scared of the outcome. Things have been going well for you both recently and you didn’t want to throw a new illness into the mix. The tent was cooler than your quarters, sterile and silent. You sat on the edge of the bed, your boots dangling off the edge, hands clasped tightly in your lap. You didn’t say much as the medics ran a few scans, took your blood, and whispered softly to each other just out of earshot but you already knew. Some part of you knew. The signs were clear—nausea, dizziness, the way your senses felt so heightened you could smell the jungle a mile away, the way you’d cried over a cracked datapad screen like you lost a limb. You just hadn’t let herself believe it, not in the middle of a war, not after almost dying on Crait.

The nurse came back, soft smile on her green-toned face. “Commander Solo…” She paused gently, stepping forward and turning the screen toward her. “You’re pregnant.”

Your breath caught and the screen pulsed with a tiny flicker of life—a heartbeat no bigger than a seed. Your hands trembled in your lap. “Roughly five weeks along. You and Poe should probably come in soon to discuss early care, especially with your recent injuries.” You barely heard her, your eyes were locked on the rhythmic thump of that tiny heartbeat.

Poe’s eyes flashed behind yours, his arms, his kiss. The way he whispered you was everything to him. The fire you shared that night —no longer just an echo. Now, it lived inside you.

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it, you pressed your palm gently, reverently, to your stomach. “Well, little one,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Looks like you’re real” and suddenly the galaxy felt both more terrifying… and more beautiful.

You wasn’t sure how long you stood outside the medbay before you started moving again. Your boots crunched lightly against the packed dirt path as you stepped away, everything feeling slightly off-kilter. Your balance wasn’t quite right and your stomach still felt like it had flipped inside out, not from nerves, not from injury but something deeper, something growing. You didn’t know where to go so your feet took you toward the trees at the edge of base. You needed to breathe, to think, to process what has happened.

“You’re not hiding this from me, sweetheart.” You stopped and turned around quickly and see Leia stood by a low bench beneath a canopy of shade, arms folded, a knowing smile tugging gently at the corners of her mouth. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. Leia stepped forward “I felt it,” she said softly, placing a hand over her own chest. “Your heartbeat and… a second. Tiny. Strong.”

Your throat tightened. Your voice, when it finally came, cracked. “I didn’t even know, Mum. I swear, I just thought it was stress or post-mission nausea.”

Leia smiled, and her hands reached gently to hold your face. “The Force has a way of making sure we know what matters, even when we don’t expect it.” You blinked fast and Leia kissed your forehead gently, then held you close. No more words were needed.

Poe practically jumped from the ramp of his ship the moment it touched down. He barely gave the techs time to unclip the stabilizers before he took off running, boots pounding across Ajan Kloss soil like something was chasing him. He reached your tent and flung the flap open but it was empty, his pulse thundered. He pivoted and sprinted toward the medbay, heart hammering harder with each step. He rounded the last corner—and stopped dead. You wasn’t there either, he began to panic and run around base until he finally saw you.

You was standing just outside of the base, arms crossed tightly against your stomach. You was pale, quiet but upright. “Y/N/N?” he called, already halfway to you. “Are you—? What happened?” Your eyes flicked to him. You opened your mouth but then closed it and tried again.

“You should sit down.”

“Not funny,” Poe said, instantly serious, brows furrowing. “You’ve been sick for days, and then you vanish and now you are telling me to sit down. What the hell is going on Y/N”.

“I just found out,” you said. You still looked a little dizzy and stunned.

“Found what out?”

You met his eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words were small, soft but they hit like a proton blast. Poe stared at you and blinked once. Twice. His jaw tensed. “You’re—” He broke off. His hands flexed at his sides. “How the hell did this happen?”

You raised a brow, deadpan. “Poe come on… you were there.”

Poe ran a hand through his curls, turning in a slow, tight circle as if the trees might offer a logical answer. “We’ve been fighting a war, you were injured, you almost died—and now you’re pregnant?!”

“Well, we did have a little post-near-death celebration,” you said dryly. “If I recall, someone was very enthusiastic.”

“This isn’t a joke!”

“I’m not joking!” you snapped back, hands going to your hips. “But what do you want me to say? I didn’t plan this either, Poe.”

His mouth opened and then closed again. He looked down at your belly, then back up, eyes wide with disbelief. “You were flying missions last week,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “Pulling stunts. Fighting like you didn’t have a freaking fetus in your body.”

“I didn’t know!”

“And what about now?” Poe said, voice rising. “Are you still planning to act like nothing’s changed? Are you going to keep pulling Solo-level reckless crap with a kid inside you?”

“Oh, don’t you dare start—”

“You’re literally the most dangerous pilot I’ve ever met, Y/N/N and now I’ve got to worry about you and my child in that cockpit with you?”

“You’re making it sound like I intentionally flew into danger while knitting baby booties!”

“You’re being reckless!”

Your hands flew up and you took a deep emotional breath. “Can we stop screaming at the pregnant woman, please?!” You shouted.

Poe froze and his breath caught. Your lower lip trembled and your arms crossed protectively over your stomach. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t even know if I could have kids, Poe. With my genetics and my injuries and everything we’ve gone through…” Your voice cracked. “And now it’s here, and you’re yelling like I did something wrong.”

That was enough, in two steps, Poe was in front of you. Wrapping you in his arms and pulling you tightly against him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just… terrified.”

You buried your face in his chest, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Me too.”

That night you lay in the dim light of the tent hours later. No yelling now, no accusations. Just quiet breathing and interlaced fingers. Poe’s hand rested gently on your belly. It was still small, barely anything there but the weight of it was cosmic.

“Did the medics say everything looked okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded “Yeah, strong heartbeat and already stubborn. Must be yours.”

He chuckled under his breath “Would explain the dramatic entrance.”

You smiled faintly and then turned your head “You really scared me today.”

“You scared me.”

“Well. We’re even.”

You sat with that a while longer, then your voice dropped to a whisper. “So… what do we do now?”

Poe exhaled. Long, slow, measured. “We figure it out, day by day, one mission at a time. One heartbeat at a time.” He looked over at you. “And maybe… we start planning a wedding.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Don’t get excited. I’m not suggesting we do it in a supply closet with Threepio officiating.”

“Now that sounds like a story for the kid.”

Poe laughed. “No, seriously. I want it to be perfect for you. You deserve something good. Something beautiful. Not just some hurried ceremony while your boots are still muddy.”

You looked at him, eyes glassy now. “Poe Dameron, are you trying to romance me in a sweaty tent after a hormonal meltdown?”

He leaned over and kissed you, gently. “If the mood fits.”

You lay together in the quiet hum of base camp, hearts thudding, a new life already shifting the stars.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 10

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Injuries and mentions of death.

Word Count: 9.2k

The ground was a dusted white, but not with snow, it was salt. Crait had once been a Rebel stronghold, long forgotten beneath time and red earth. Now it stood again, its battered walls sheltering the final remnants of the Resistance. The bunkers were quiet, the air electric with tension. Leia stood at the far end of the main command tunnel, looking out toward the ridges where the blast door groaned shut behind the last incoming Resistance fighters. Her eyes lingered on the horizon, that old Force-stitched awareness buzzing at the edges of her mind. Something… was coming. Someone… was coming. Behind her, a technician called out, “The signal’s been sent, General. All frequencies. No response yet.” Leia didn't answer.

Poe stood at the mouth of the bunker, eyes scanning the horizon beyond the towering blast door. The air buzzed with tension, every minute that passed without a reply to their distress signal carved another crack into their hope. Nothing. No answer. And then—movement.

“TIE fighters!” came the shout from the lookout station. “They’re approaching fast!”

Poe was instantly alert. “How many?”

“Just a few,” the spotter confirmed. “But they’re headed right for us.”

“Seal the gate!”

The massive blast door groaned as it began to lower, the last sliver of outside light shrinking by the second. Poe hesitated, something in his chest twisting. One of the First Order Escape Pods get inside before the door completely closes.

“Don’t shoot! It’s us!” a voice crackled over the comms.

The gunner beside Poe stiffened. “Sir, I think—” Poe didn’t think he ran.  The pod’s hatch hissed open. Rose and Finn walk out of the shuttle.. “Finn…Rose you’re not dead.. where’s my droid?!” BB-8 launched out, beeping frantically. Poe skidded around the corner just as his droid shot toward him.

The droid collided with his legs. Poe dropped to his knees, scooping BB-8 into a desperate hug. “There you are, buddy. You okay?” But even as he smiled, Poe’s eyes darted to the ship. “Where is she?” Poe asked, breath catching. Finn turned and then you appeared.

Your boots hit the salt ground with a soft crunch, you was trembling and blood clung to your top like ink. Your skin was grey under the Crait sun, your lips dry and cracked. Your steps were slow, unsure, but you kept walking but your vision tilted.

Leia stood frozen as you emerged from the smoke of the pod’s trail, the Force thrummed painfully in your chest. “Y/N,” she whispered and then she ran to you. Poe was on her trail, BB-8 and Finn behind him — and the moment he saw you, he stopped like someone had pulled the air out of his lungs. You looked up at him and smile then your knees gave out. Leia caught you.

“Mama,” you whispered, collapsing into your mother’s arms. Leia gently lowered you to the floor, her fingers brushing your matted hair. “She’s fading,” Leia said, voice hollow. “I can feel her slipping.”

“No,” Poe shouted, rushing forward. “No, no, no. Don’t you dare.” He dropped beside you, pressing his hands to your side, trying to slow the bleeding with the edge of his scarf. “Medic!” he bellowed. “Medic! Bring me everything you’ve got!”

Leia was calm, but her face betrayed her sorrow. “She needs help now. And we don’t have what she needs.”

“We have me,” Poe snapped. “And I’m not letting her die.”

Your eyes fluttered open, barely. You see Poe, sitting next to you, hand still holding yours tightly- like he was scared to let go. He was covered in ash, blood and tears. “You’re here,” you whispered.

“Of course I’m here,” he said. “You stubborn, reckless—” You reached a shaking hand toward his face, your fingertips brushing his cheek. “I told you not to go,” he whispered. “I begged you not to go.”

“I had to.”

“No, you didn’t!” His voice cracked. “You didn’t have to do it alone. You didn’t have to leave me behind.”

You winced. “You would’ve stopped me.”

“Damn right I would’ve.”

Your hand dropped to her chest, your strength failing. “I’m sorry.”

“I hate you sometimes,” he whispered through gritted teeth, his face crumpling. “You drive me insane.”

Your lips barely curled “I know.”

Then he grabbed your hand, held it to his chest. “Don’t do this, Y/N/N. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave your mother. We’re here now. Just… hold on. Please.”

You blinked slowly. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he choked.

You exhaled softly and whispered. “I came back to you.”

Poe pressed his forehead to yours, voice low. “Then stay. Stay here with me. Don’t make me learn to live without you.”

“I’ll try.”

Behind you, medics finally arrived with supplies — bandages, bacta, adrenaline injectors. Leia stepped back, letting Poe take control but her hands lingered at your temple, gently touching her daughter’s skin. “She’s strong,” Leia said. “She always has been.” Poe nodded without looking up.

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The air in the Resistance bunker on Crait was heavy with anticipation. The walls, old and scarred from battles past, seemed to listen — as if the ghosts of the Rebellion were holding their breath. Outside, the First Order was coming, and inside you sat wrapped in a blanket that did nothing to hide the truth: you was barely holding on.

The medics had done what they could they wrapped your side, sealed some wounds, filled your veins with enough adrenaline to keep you awake but they couldn’t patch your soul. They couldn’t take away the way your hands trembled when you tried to tie your hair back or the grimace on your face when you breathed too deep.

Poe stood across the dimly lit room, back to you, fists on a table, staring at the holomap. He hadn’t spoken much since the medics left and you hadn’t tried to fill the silence. You pulled yourself up — slowly, painfully — from the makeshift cot and placed a hand on the nearby wall for balance. The room spun and your vision blurred but you were determined to stay standing.

Poe turned instantly at the sound of your unsteady footstep “What are you doing?” His voice was sharp, tired.

You straightened. “I’m going.”

“The hell you are.”

“I’m not sitting on the sidelines while this happens. Not again.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding internally. You can barely walk.”

You took another slow step forward, gritting your teeth. “I’ll crawl if I have to.”

Poe crossed the room in a blink, grabbing you gently but firmly by the arms. “Stop. Just stop.”

Your face twisted. “I’m not helpless.”

“I never said you were,” he said, his voice lower now. “You’re the strongest person I know. But even the strongest people… they break, Y/N/N. They die.”

You looked up at him, eyes blazing, but rimmed with exhaustion. “You think I don’t know that?”

“You think I don’t feel it?” Poe’s voice broke. “Every time you run headfirst into the flames, you take a piece of me with you. And one day, you’re not going to crawl back out.”

You looked away and he stepped closer, lifting your chin gently with two fingers so you’d meet his gaze again. “I don’t care if the whole galaxy burns,” he whispered, “I just want you alive.”

“I can’t stay behind. It’s not who I am.”

“I know,” he said, brushing her hair back. “I love you for it. I hate you for it. And I’d die trying to keep you safe from yourself.”

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it Poe was already wiping it away with his thumb. “I saw Ben,” you whispered. “Up there, on the ship, after he killed Snoke. He asked me to come with him.”

Poe stilled. “What?”

“He killed Snoke, for us, for Rey, for… me. But he’s still lost, I saw it in his eyes and I was so tired, Poe. So damn tired for a moment… I almost said yes.” Poe said nothing, his hands tightened on your arms. “I didn’t,” you added softly. “I didn’t go but I wanted to. Just… to stop running.”

Poe leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “You don’t ever have to run again. You hear me?”

Your voice cracked. “I’m scared.”

“I am too.”

You stood there in the dim bunker light, heartbeat fluttering weakly against his chest, the world narrowing down to the two of them — bruised, breaking, but still breathing. Poe kissed you. It wasn’t a perfect kiss — not passionate or fiery or beautiful. It was broken. It was trembling. It tasted like blood and salt.  When you parted, he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You stay here,” he said. “Let me fly this time.”

“No.”

“Y/N—”

“I’ll stay back,” she said. “But I’m not staying down. I can help coordinate with the pilots,  I can use the Force if I have to… to feel where they’re coming.”

He exhaled, defeated. “You’ll be in the command area and with the medics nearby. That’s non-negotiable.” You nodded slowly. “And if you so much as think about sneaking into a fighter—”

“I won’t,” you whispered. “I promise.”

Poe pulled you in again, holding you like you might vanish. “Don’t break my heart,” he murmured. “Not again.”

“Never Flyboy,” you whispered back.

Dozens of massive walkers lined up in formation — their legs sinking deep into the mineral plains. Over them loomed the Battering Ram Cannon, its massive energy core glowing with deadly promise. It was the weapon that would destroy the Resistance’s final refuge, the last nail in the coffin of their rebellion. Inside the mountain base, the Resistance was reeling.

“They’re here,” Lieutenant Connix announced, her voice barely above a whisper.

You stood in the command centre, leaning over the console, your knuckles white. You stood pale and trembling, wrapped in your mother’s cloak — your purple lightsaber at your hip, your eyes fixed on the horizon. You didn’t have to see the walkers to know the weight of them — the dark presence, the sharp ache in the Force. Your side throbbed beneath your coat, a dull reminder of your mortality.

Poe stormed in behind you, helmet under his arm. You turned to him, reading everything in his expression before he spoke — determination, fear, and that reckless hope she’d fallen in love with. “It’s a siege weapon,” Poe explained quickly. “A battering cannon. Miniaturized Death Star tech. One shot will blast through these doors like they’re paper.”

“How long?” you asked.

“Minutes,” Connix said. “Maybe less.”

Finn stood near the entrance with Rose and a few remaining pilots. He turned to face the others, his voice rising in a way it hadn’t before — raw, uncertain, but still brave. “People will come,” he said. “We’ve sent the signal. Someone will answer. We just need to hold them off long enough.”

“That cannon is our priority,” Poe cut in. “We take it out, we buy ourselves time.”

The camera feed showed the old Resistance speeders — rusted, barely operational, scattered across the hangar like relics of a forgotten war. But it was all they had. “I’ll lead them,” Poe said, looking at you. She already knew what he was going to ask. “I want you here,” he said quietly, stepping close. “I need you in the command centre to watch our flank. Use the Force if you have to, but promise me—”

“I’ll stay,” you interrupted, her voice gentle but firm. “This time… I swear it, Poe.”

He looked into your eyes for a long moment, searching. Maybe for doubt. Maybe for goodbye. “I hate this part,” he murmured.

“So do I.” and then, in front of everyone, he kissed her — not a long kiss, not a farewell, but one that said you are mine and I will come back. They broke apart as Finn and the others began boarding the rust-buckets they dared to call ships.

“Keep him safe,” you told Rose as they passed.

“No promises,” Rose smirked, though her eyes were heavy.

The airlock doors opened, and the roar of Crait’s surface wind swallowed their voices. You returned to the command centre, pushing aside the pain in your ribs, breathing through the white-hot fire that moved under your skin. Poe’s voice came through the comms: “Alright people, let’s light this place up.”

The speeders screamed across the salt plains — white salt giving way to blood-red mineral soil underneath with every pass. Trails of red streaked behind each speeder like scars torn across the ground. You watched from the command window, headset secured, eyes fixed on the cannon.

“Trajectory stable. They're not focusing fire on us yet,” Connix reported.

“Because they think we’re nothing,” you said, jaw tight. “Let them keep thinking that.”

In your mind, you reached out — not far, just ahead. She could feel Poe. Finn. Even BB-8 — bright like static. Her senses wrapped around them, watching, guiding. Then— A shape cut through the air, banking hard toward the battlefield.

“What the hell—” Connix muttered.

The Millennium Falcon burst into view, weaving between the walkers like it was dancing through blaster fire. You stepped closer to the glass. “Rey…” you breathed.

Poe’s voice crackled through: “Is that—?”

“Yep,” you said, lips curving. “They hate Dad’s ship too.”

The Falcon dove low, drawing fire, leading a squadron of TIE Fighters away from the ground team like bait. Rey had come — not just as a Jedi, but as a friend, a fighter, a spark. The cannon was beginning to charge and you begin to panic, - they are not going to have enough time.

“Suicide mission,” Poe muttered over comms. “Pull off. Everyone, pull back!”

One by one, the speeders peeled away — battered and sparking. All except one. Finn. “Finn, fall back!” Poe ordered. “That's an order!”

But the speeder didn’t slow. It screamed toward the cannon, fire building in its core. “Finn!” Rose cried over comms.

“No—” you whispered. “He’s going to—” Without thinking, you closed your eyes and reached forward through the Force. Your hands hovered above the console, trembling. You pulled, willing the ship to shift, to stop, to veer but you was too weak, too slow. Then— CRASH.

Rose’s ship collided with Finn’s, sending both spinning out of the cannon’s path just before the energy wave fired, the blast rocked the ground. The line went silent. You sank back in her chair, gasping.

“Did it hit them?” Connix asked.

“No,” Megan whispered. “She saved him.”

Through the haze of dust, two figures staggered back toward the base.

You leaned forward. “Open the doors. Get them in. Now!”

The doors slammed shut behind Finn and Rose- Finn carrying Rose inside and getting med supplies. The cannon hadn’t broken through, but it would only be minutes before another shot was fired and they had nothing left to fight with. You turned your headset to the Falcon's frequency.

“Rey, come in.”

Static.

Then: “I’m here.”

“I felt you.”

“I saw you,” Rey replied softly. “I saw everything.”

You closed her eyes. “Ben survived” Rey didn’t ask more she there wasn’t time. They were all still in the final chapter — and none of them knew how it would end. Poe returned, pulling off his helmet, coated in salt and sweat. He didn’t speak — just walked straight to you and pulled you into a tight embrace, you didn’t fight it.

The rumble had started minutes ago — a deep, echoing groan from the sealed blast doors. Dust fell from the rocky ceiling. Sparks flickered along the control panels. Outside, the battering ram cannon powered up again, its glow bleeding crimson through the cracks in the cliff face. Inside the old rebel base, the Resistance stood quiet. Watching. Waiting. You stood at the edge of the gathering — bruised, torn, barely held together by bandages and sheer will. Your blood still soaked through the side of your uniform, but you didn’t care. That pain had dulled and what you felt now was something else entirely. Dread. Hopeless.

Connix checked the final transmission logs again and again. “The distress call went out. Someone had to have heard it.”

“They heard it,” Poe said grimly. “They just didn’t answer.”

The truth dropped like a stone in their chests, they were alone.

You looked at Leia. She sat silently against a support beam, her face tired but composed. There was no panic. No pleas. Just understanding. You swallowed hard and turned away from the others. You slipped behind a pillar and sat, closed your eyes, and reached into the Force.

It was like diving into a storm but you found him — of course you did. He burned like fire in the darkness, twisted and heavy but beneath it all, he was still Ben. Somewhere. You sent your message, letting the Force carry your words like a wind across a canyon.

“Come down here.”

Silence. Then: “Why?”

“Because I need you to, because I’m tired of running from you.”

Another pause. Then: “You’ll be alone.”

“I know. Will you come?”

“Yes.”

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You found Leia standing in a quiet corridor, watching the flickering remnants of a hollow star map. Just stars. Just ghosts. You stepped toward her. Leia didn’t turn. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

“I wish there was another way.”

“There isn’t,” Leia whispered.

Your throat closed as you fought the tears. “I can’t stop him, but I can try… to reach him. I don’t know what I’ll do when I see him, but… I know I have to go.”

Leia turned and embraced you tightly, fiercely. “You are my hope, Y/N Hope Solo. You always have been. Even when you were angry. Even when you were lost.”

“I’m scared.”

“So was I, once.”

Tears slid down your cheeks and Leia kissed your forehead and held your face in her hands. “You’re not alone, the Force will always be with you.” You nodded, unable to speak.

You found Poe next, he turned when he heard you. “Hey. You okay?”

You didn’t answer, you just walked to him and kissed him — not softly, not carefully, but like it was the last time you would ever feel his lips. Your hands cradled his face, trembling as they pressed together. Poe froze, caught off guard, then returned the kiss just as fiercely.

When you parted, he blinked in confusion. “What was that for?”

You looked up at him and began to speak, voice cracking under the weight of everything unsaid. “I loved when you taught me how to fly. I hated it at first, remember? I stalled the X-wing twice and fried the stabilizer.”

“You cursed me out for hours,” Poe chuckled, the smile faltering at her expression. He laughed, but something in your tone caught him. You kept going.

“I loved every night on base when we were hiding out, and we didn’t know if the war would end. I loved how you made me feel human again.”

“Y/N…”

“I love you. I always will. No matter where I am. No matter what happens.”

Poe frowned, his fingers brushing the side of her face. “Why does this sound like goodbye?”

You reached under your collar and pulled out your necklace — the one you wore tucked close to your chest during every battle, from it hung your engagement ring.  You unfastened it and looped it around Poe’s next to his mother’s ring.  “There,” you said softly. “Now they’re together.”

His breath caught. “No. No, no, no—Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I need you to survive,” you whispered. “And I need you to tell our story. If you ever have children… tell them who I was. And how much I loved you.”

“Y/N, stop—” but you was already stepping back.

“You said you hated goodbyes,” you said. “So I’m not going to say it.”

He grabbed your hand, desperate. “No—no. If this is about Ben—if this is about your brother, we can find another way.”

“There is no other way.” Your voice was soft, final.

You walked back into the control room. “Commander?” Connix asked, noticing your stance. You gave a single nod. “I need you to restrain Poe Dameron.”

The room went still. Poe rushed in just as two officers grabbed his arms. “No—NO! Don’t you dare! Y/N! What are you doing?!”

You turned once — just once —eyes locking with his. “This is the only way,” you said, voice cracking. “Please… forgive me.”

He struggled hard, yelling, cursing, his face a mixture of heartbreak and fury. “Don’t do this—Y/N, don’t go!”

“I love you, Poe” and with that, you turned your back on him. You walked to the blast doors alone. As they groaned open, salt wind tearing at your coat, the Force vibrated around you like a song about to end. Ben Solo was waiting.

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The gates behind you sealed with a thunderous groan, metal locking into place. Salt winds howled across the red-tinged flats of Crait, tugging your tattered coat around your legs. The white surface stretched endlessly — snow and ash, stained by blood and war. And there, walking through the haze of smoke and distant fire, came your brother. Ben Solo — no, Kylo Ren — dressed in black like a shadow solidified, the red light of his saber casting a glow across his face. He didn’t raise his weapon. Not yet. His eyes — those same brown eyes you’d known since childhood — studied you with confusion.

“You’re dying,” he said. The words were simple. Cold. “I don’t know why you’re trying.”

You reached behind you with a shaky hand, igniting your saber with a snap-hiss. The purple blade pulsed to life, trembling in your grip. Your wounds screamed, blood still soaked your side, but you stood tall. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”

Ben scoffed, taking another step. “You’re loyal to failure.”

“I’m loyal to hope.”

“No one answered your call.”

“I did,” you snapped. “I answered. I still believe in the light, Ben. Even after what you’ve done.”

His face tightened, jaw flexing.

“I’m not here to save you,” she whispered, lifting her saber. “I’m here to stop you.”

The clash of purple and red shattered the silence. Your sabers met in a blinding spark, the Force rippling like thunder between you. Despite your wounds, you fought hard — ferocious, unrelenting. Your movements were instinct, raw and graceful. You spun, ducked, and countered — your saber carving arcs of violet light through the dust-filled air.

Ben grunted as you slammed him back, pushing off the scorched ground. “You’re still strong,” he muttered.

You panted, holding your saber high. “I’m a Solo. We don’t go down easy” but pain was mounting — each step was a scream in your muscles, each breath like fire in your lungs. Blood now ran freely down your arm. Still, you didn’t fall.

Ben circled you, “You’re going to die out here, Y/N.”

“Then I’ll die standing.”

The next strike was brutal. He came in high, feinted, then slashed low across your shoulder. You cried out, stumbling back. Your saber fell from your hand, hitting the salt with a fizzling hiss. You collapsed to your knees, clutching your shoulder. Your vision blurred. Ben stood over you now, saber humming inches from your face.

“Do it,” you spat, lifting your head with blood in your teeth. “Go on, Ben. Finish it.”

His brow furrowed.

“You killed our father. You’re killing our mother by doing this. So finish it. Prove to me you’re Kylo Ren.”

He stood still and silent. You glared up at him, jaw tight.

“Kill me. Or prove there’s something left of Ben Solo in there.”

His saber trembled in his grip. Hesitation.

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Poe thrashed against the Resistance officers still holding him. The sounds of lightsabers clashing echoed faintly through the cracks in the rock wall. He could feel you out there— and every second of silence tore another piece out of his soul.

“LET ME GO!” he bellowed, face soaked with sweat. “She’s going to die—!”

“Poe!” a voice snapped. Leia. She stepped forward, her presence still commanding even in her grief. “Look at me.”

He shook his head. “Leia, please. Don’t—don’t let her go like this—”

“She’s not gone yet.”

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” he whispered, voice breaking. “She told me she loved me. She gave me her ring, and I let her go. I let her go, Leia—”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Poe collapsed into her embrace, gripping her like an anchor. His body shook as the sobs came, uncontrolled, desperate.

“She’s all I had,” he whispered. Leia didn’t speak. She just held him as the wind howled outside and the fight raged on.

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Salt wind stung your eyes as you knelt in the red and white dust, blood spilling freely down your arm from your shoulder. Your saber had long since deactivated, the hilt buried somewhere in the ash beside you. You breathed in sharp, broken gasps, each one dragging daggers through your ribs. Ben stood above you, his saber hummed inches from your face. Red. Burning.

You watched him, unblinking, not with fear but something else. Sorrow, maybe. A grief that dug deeper than the wound in your side. You wasn’t sure if you was shivering from pain or the Force pulling tight around you. And then — you felt it. Hesitation. Ben’s grip faltered. His expression cracked. That tiny flicker behind his eyes — that flicker of Ben Solo.

You felt it like a ripple across a still lake. “Ben,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Don’t do this.”

His lips parted — not in anger — but confusion. He raised the saber slightly… and then—

“Today’s not your day, kid.”  The voice was calm, wry, steady as stone. Both you and Ben turned and out of the horizon, a silhouette approached. Cloaked in black, hair longer now, beard streaked with silver. But those eyes — those Skywalker eyes — burned with purpose. Uncle Luke. He walked toward you, alone, dust swirling around him like he belonged to the storm.

Ben took a step back, fury boiling in his blood. His lightsaber snapped up, turning away from you  and toward the uncle who had once failed him. Luke didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop. He turned to you instead, nodding once — firm, proud.

“Get out of here.”

You staggered to your feet, legs wobbling beneath your weight. You looked back once more at Ben — not in anger, but sadness. Then you turned and began limping toward the base, every step a war with gravity.

The doors hadn’t sealed yet and Poe was already running. He’d been standing there, wild-eyed, heart thundering in his chest as the battle outside unfolded. When he saw you—stumbling, bleeding, half-dead but still walking, something inside him shattered.

“Y/N!” he choked, sprinting toward you, boots skidding across the red-streaked salt. You collapsed just as he reached you, and he caught you in his arms, pulling you tight against his chest.

“Why did you do that?” he sobbed, voice shaking with something between rage and heartbreak. “Why did you do that to me?”

You smiled faintly, blood painting your lips. Your fingers curled tightly into his shirt. “I’m saving you, silly,” you whispered. “You’re too important.”

Poe clung to you like you was his entire universe, like he’d never let go again. “I thought I lost you,” he murmured into your bloody hair. “I thought you were gone.”

“I’m still here.” you winced, voice thinner now. “Still with you.”

Inside the base, panic and desperation hung heavy in the air. The Resistance had dwindled to the handful around them — scattered, broken, but still standing. Poe was the one who noticed. “The vulptices,” he said softly, turning toward the jagged tunnel where the crystal foxes had once been. “They’re gone.” The others looked at him in confusion. “They’re not in here,” you said. “That means they got out. There’s another way.”

Everyone turned toward the cave’s far end — a wall of rock but Leia’s eyes were on Poe and you. Everyone’s eyes were on Leia for her next orders “Don’t look at me,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Follow them.”

You took one shaky step… then another… and collapsed again, barely conscious. “No,” Poe said, catching you before she hit the ground. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. Your blood soaked into his flight jacket, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even care, he just held you tighter.

Leia walked beside you, taking your limp hand and squeezing it. “You’re not going anywhere without us,” Leia whispered. You blinked, trying to stay awake, trying to hold on.

You reached the rock wall, it stretched impossibly high, sealed tight by fallen rubble. Everyone stared at it in silence. Poe looked around desperately, then back to you. “We need to move this. We need to get you help—”

“I-I can’t,” you gasped. Your body was trembling in his arms. “I’m too weak.”

“No. No, don’t say that—don’t even think that—” you closed your  eyes and you felt it. A spark in the distance. A warmth. Familiar. Rey. “She’s here,” you whispered. “She’s moving them…” And outside, beyond the rocks— A light ignited.

The rocks fell away and a light pierced through the tunnel where darkness had reigned, and Rey stood bathed in it—her arms still raised, face drawn with the immense strain of what she had just done. Behind her, the battered Millennium Falcon waited, its belly open, a final refuge.

“Move!” Poe’s voice cracked like a whip, but he wasn’t moving for himself. He was running with you still limp in his arms, your head rolling lightly against his shoulder. “We’ve got to go—now!”

The remaining Resistance bolted. Finn, Rose, Leia, the remaining few soldiers and droids—all sprinted for salvation. You groaned, your eyes fluttering with the pain lancing through every nerve. Your body was barely holding itself together. Poe adjusted his grip, keeping you tight to his chest. “Hold on,” he begged you. “Just a little more, baby. Please. Don’t you dare leave me now.” Your hand gripped the fabric of his jacket weakly, and Poe blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He had to see where he was going. He couldn’t afford to cry. Not yet.

The Falcon’s ramp hissed open into the chaos of Crait’s final moments. Poe stumbled inside, his arms wrapped around your broken body, your weight terrifyingly light and limp. Your blood was everywhere — soaking into the collar of his jacket, trailing down his arms, dripping from your fingertips like ruby raindrops. Your head lolled against his shoulder, strands of hair matted with sweat, dirt and blood. Your skin — too pale. Your breath — almost silent.

“No, no, no,” he muttered under his breath, running through the corridor. “Stay with me. You stay with me. Don’t you dare.”

“MEDIC! I NEED SUPPLIES!” Poe screamed the second he burst into the main hold. Rey spun around, already digging through the emergency crate. Finn and Chewie appeared behind you, eyes going wide at the sight of you — and the blood amount of blood you are loosing. Poe barely heard them. He laid you down on the old bench table like glass, but you let out a sharp, rattling scream.

“Shhh, shhh—Y/N—I’m here,” Poe whispered frantically, brushing hair from your face. “I’ve got you.” but your body arched, a gurgling sob caught in your throat as your hands clawed at your side, your tunic soaked with red. “Maker—Maker, where is all this coming from—” Poe peeled back the fabric and swore. A deep gash, torn along your ribs, was still bleeding freely. “Dammit. Okay. You’ve had worse, right? We’ve gotten through worse.”

He lied, you hadn’t. You tried to speak, to tell him to stop — but your words came out in broken sobs. “P-Poe, don’t… hurts—hurts too much—please…”

Poe froze hearing you beg him to stop was like being stabbed himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I have to—there’s no one else—just hold on, sweetheart, I’m gonna fix this, I promise—”

He grabbed gauze, pressure clamps, a cauterizer — his hands slick with blood as he pressed into the wound. Your scream this time ripped through the ship like a blaster shot. Chewie let out a deep, pained groan behind him. “Rey!” Poe shouted without turning. “Heal her. Please—use the Force, whatever you have to—do it now!”

“I can’t!” Rey’s voice cracked. She ran to his side, breathless, her face pale. “I—I already healed her back at Snoke’s chamber. I gave her everything I had—I’m empty, Poe.”

“No…” Poe’s chest heaved. He shook his head. “No, you’re a Jedi, you have to—what the hell is the Force even for if it can’t save her?!”

He slammed his fist against the table. The tools rattled and you whimpered. Rey didn’t respond, she didn’t need to. “Chewie—hold her down!” Poe barked, frantic now. “She keeps twisting, she’s making it worse—just hold her still!”

Chewie hesitated, his eyes wide and filled with sorrow. You was like a daughter to him. He let out a low, heartbreaking growl before nodding and stepping behind you with enormous gentleness, he pinned your shoulders and arms down. You screamed again. The sound ripped through Poe like fire. He dropped the cauterizer. It clattered to the floor.

“No. No, no, no—baby, I’m sorry—I’m hurting you—I’m trying—I don’t know what else to do—”

Your hands scrabbled weakly at his flight suit, fingers coated in blood. “Hurts,” you whispered. “Please… stop…”

“I can’t. I can’t,” Poe said, breath hitching, eyes stinging with tears. “I can’t lose you. Don’t ask me to stop—I can’t stop trying—”

The medics arrived at last, sprinting in with more supplies. “Let us help—!”

“NO!” Poe roared. “DON’T TOUCH HER—get away!”

“Poe!” Finn shouted, coming in behind them. “Let them—”

“She’s mine!” Poe shouted, chest heaving, blood on his hands, his face, his mouth. “No one touches her but me!”

He reached for another clamp, hands trembling violently. “Poe,” Leia’s voice broke through the noise. She was standing just inside the door, a stillness in her presence that cut straight through the chaos. Her voice was heartbreakingly calm. “You’re running out of time.”

“I know!” Poe screamed. “But I’m all she’s got, and I can’t let her go!”

“You’re making it worse,” Leia said softly. Her eyes were glistening. “I know your hands. I know your heart. And right now… both are breaking.”

“She’s bleeding out—she’s not—she’s—” Poe choked and turned back to you. You were shaking violently now. The gauze was soaked through. Your face pale and your breathing barely audible. You screamed again, a broken, raw cry — and then you slumped, limp, unconscious.

“NO!” Poe screams and Chewie let out a massive roar and finally moved, stepping forward and pulling Poe back from the table. Poe fought him — kicking, thrashing — but Chewie held him, wrapped him up in those giant arms like a child in the middle of a tantrum made of grief.

“Let me GO!” Poe sobbed. “She’s still bleeding—she’s still SCREAMING—I didn’t fix it—”

The medics moved in fast. Clamps, bacta injections, a quick stabilizer. One of them cursed. “She's crashing—starting transfusion now!”

Rey came forward, hand on Poe’s arm. Finn was on the other side, holding his shoulder. Poe collapsed between them, breathless, shivering, blood still on his face and in his mouth.

“She’s still breathing,” Finn said quietly.

“But barely,” Rey added, eyes shimmering.

Poe turned, burying his face into Chewie’s shoulder, and sobbed — the kind of grief that claws through the ribcage and never lets go. Chewie made a soft cooing sound, holding him tighter. Leia knelt beside them. “She’s still here, Poe,” she whispered. “She’s alive because of you. But now you have to let others carry her the rest of the way.” He didn’t answer. He just nodded, barely. And prayed — for once in his life — that someone was listening.

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The Falcon’s lights hummed gently overhead, flickering with the occasional jolt of hyperspace turbulence. In the makeshift-recovery-room, Poe hadn’t moved in hours. His hands were stained with dried blood- Your blood. It was on his sleeves, his knuckles, under his fingernails. It had soaked through his shirt, crusted on the collar, and covered the entire front of the jacket folded over the back of the chair he now sat slumped in — a jacket he once swore he'd never go into battle without. He sat on the edge of the cot, his elbows on his knees, your hand cradled gently in both of his. His thumb traced tiny, reverent circles over your bruised fingers. Your chest rose and fell — shallow, but steady. Machines beeped softly, oxygen hissed. You was alive- barely but alive.

He felt it, a twitch beneath his fingers, a small movement. He straightened instantly, eyes widening. “Y/N?” he whispered, afraid to breathe. “Hey—hey, Princess—are you with me?”

A groggy groan. Eyelashes fluttered and your lips parted. “...Poe?”

It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life .“Oh my god.” His breath caught as he leaned over you, brushing hair from your face with trembling fingers. “I thought—dammit, I thought I lost you.”

Your eyes blinked open sluggishly, bloodshot and dazed, but sharp enough to lock onto his face. You squinted. “You look like you got hit by a Star Destroyer.”

His laugh cracked out of him, half-sob, half-relief. “You’re one to talk. You look like you picked a fight with a TIE engine and lost.”

“I feel like I lost.”

“You scared the hell out of me, Y/N.”

“I scared you?” Your voice rasped, but you gave him a look, the tiniest spark of sass flaring up. “You were elbow deep in my spleen. Screaming. I heard it, even unconscious. You have a very distinct scream.”

He laughed again, this time with wet eyes and his forehead pressed to your. “Yeah well… not all of us are good at watching the love of our life bleed out in our arms, okay?”

Your breath caught softly, then your hand weakly shifted in his, the edges of your fingers brushing the engagement ring — yours, the delicate band, now looped around his neck beside his mother’s. You looked down and smiled. “You’re wearing it.”

“Of course I’m wearing it.” His thumb moved to your wrist. “You gave it to me like it was a goodbye.”

“It was. I didn’t think I was coming back.”

“You don’t get to do that,” Poe whispered, shaking his head. “You don’t get to give me that ring, kiss me like it’s the last time, and walk into death, Y/N. I won’t survive it.”

“I didn’t want you to watch me die.”

“I would always rather be there to protect you than live not knowing.”

Silence settled again, thick with the grief you’d been barely keeping at bay. Poe’s head dropped to the side of your mattress. His hand wrapped around yours  and squeezed. “I—I was hurting you, wasn’t I?” he asked, barely audible.

“Yes,” you said honestly. “But I was dying, Poe. You were saving me.”

“I didn’t know what to do. You kept screaming and I just… I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t watch you break like that.”

“You didn’t break,” you whispered.

“No,” he said. “But I almost did. When Chewie pulled me off you, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind. I was screaming. I was so angry—at the Force, at the medics, at myself.”

“You’re always angry when you care.”

“I’m always angry when I’m terrified,” he corrected, gently resting his hand on your stomach. “And when it comes to you… I’ve never been more afraid in my life.”

You smiled faintly, your lips dry. “You’re kind of a romantic when you’re unhinged.”

“I proposed to you after a fire-fight in the rain, didn’t I?” Poe replied, a small grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Romantic chaos is my brand.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

His eyes shut tightly, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. “Forever,” he murmured, “as long as I get to keep you.”

“You already have me, flyboy.”

Another long silence passed, this one comfortable. His thumb brushed the edge of your pulse, your breathing a little steadier now. His shoulders finally sagged, the weight of hours of panic beginning to melt into exhausted relief.

You watched him, eyes half-lidded. “You know I’m not done fighting, right?”

“I know,” he said.

“But I’m gonna need time to… not die, first.”

He chuckled, voice thick. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Not even if I start screaming again?”

“Especially not then.” He squeezed your hand. “You scream all you want. I’ll scream with you.”

You sighed softly and leaned your head a little closer to him.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you so much”

He kissed your hand gently. “I know Princess”

You smiled and slowly drifted again into sleep — this time, without pain and Poe sat beside you, silent and still, the jacket forgotten, the war momentarily on pause, and for the first time since the ground fell out beneath him… peace.

The hum of the Falcon’s engines filled the dim light of the medbay cabin. Poe sat unmoving, you still asleep — your body weak but stable, your breathing shallow but steady. Your hand lay in his, fingers still wrapped around his like they were afraid to let go and he wasn’t letting go either.

There was a quiet knock on the doorframe, Poe didn’t answer. It slid open anyway and Finn peeked in, then Rey just behind him. Both looked exhausted — pale, bruised, bone-tired — but their eyes went straight to you and Poe, Finn gave a small smile. “Hey,” he said, voice soft. “We brought food. Leia’s orders.”

Poe didn’t look up. “Not hungry.”

“She figured you’d say that,” Rey said, setting the tray down. “But she also figured you’d listen if she said to rest.”

“I’m fine here.”

“She’s still alive, Poe,” Finn said gently. “You don’t have to hold your breath anymore.”

Poe finally looked up — eyes bloodshot, jaw tight. “I know,” he rasped. “I just... I can’t stop hearing her scream.”

They all went quiet and Rey walked over and knelt beside him. “She’s going to make it,” she said. “And she’s going to wake up knowing it was you who refused to let go.”

He swallowed, nodding once and then, quietly, Leia’s voice from the doorway: “Poe.” Leia stood there, calm but firm, as always. The room seemed to hush just with her presence.

“You need a minute,” she said. “Come with me.”

“I’m not—”

“Come,” she said, gently but commandingly. Poe looked at you again. You was still asleep, lips parted slightly as you breathed. He leaned down, brushed his lips against your forehead. “I’ll be back, Princess,” he whispered. “Always.” Then he followed Leia out of the room.

The hallway of the Falcon was quiet, the kind of quiet only found in deep space. Leia led him to the small galley — empty, for once — and poured two cups of something hot. It smelled bitter, dark. Poe sat across from her, rubbing his hands over his face. He looked like hell. She passed him a cup. “You look like someone who just saw half the galaxy fall apart.”

“I almost lost her.”

Leia nodded, sipping her drink. “I know.”

“I heard her screaming,” Poe said, voice cracking. “She was begging me to stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just kept thinking if I stopped, she’d die. If I let anyone else touch her, she’d bleed out. I just... I panicked.”

“You fought for her,” Leia said softly. “That’s what matters.”

He stared down at his hands — still stained with dried blood. Your blood. “I didn’t protect her. Not from Snoke. Not from Ben. Not from any of it.”

“Poe.” He looked up at her. “I’ve never seen someone fight so hard to hold onto love,” Leia said. “And I know what that looks like. I saw it in Han, once. I saw it in myself.” She paused, folding her hands. “You know, I wasn’t sure about the two of you at first. She is a Jedi and you were both so fiery, so reckless. I thought you might combust just trying to be in the same room.” Poe gave a small, broken laugh. “But now?” Leia continued. “There’s no one in this galaxy I’d trust more to stand by her side.”

“I almost lost her,” Poe repeated.

“But you didn’t.” Leia reached out, took his hand in hers — small but strong. “She’s alive because of you. She stayed alive because she had a reason to. You.” His eyes welled again. Leia smiled, motherly and fierce. “I know love isn’t easy for Jedi,” she added. “But Y/N is stubborn — more than me, and that’s saying something. If she loves you, she’s not letting go. Not even for the Force.”

“I don’t deserve her,” Poe whispered.

“None of us deserve the people who save us,” Leia replied. “But if they love us anyway... we hold onto them with everything we have.”

Poe nodded, silent tears running down his cheeks. “She’s everything,” he whispered. “And I didn’t even say goodbye before she went out there. She kissed me... she knew. I should’ve known.”

Leia’s voice was warm but firm. “Then you tell her now. Every day. From now on.”

He sat still for a long time, holding the warmth of the cup in his hands. Then, without another word, he stood. Leia smiled. “Go.”

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Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the small medbay viewport. The faint ache in your chest told you that you was alive — barely — but alive nonetheless. Your body felt like it had been smashed by a star destroyer and then set on fire. Your shoulder throbbed in time with your heartbeat, and your ribs screamed every time you inhaled. But you didn’t care, you was awake, you was breathing and you are still here.

Your eyes shifted — and there he was. Poe. Asleep. Curled awkwardly in the chair beside you, head resting on folded arms that were braced against the edge of the bed. His jacket, the one you bled all over, was draped over the back of the chair. His hand still held yours loosely — even in sleep, he refused to let go. A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand lightly. He stirred instantly.

“Y/N/N?” he rasped, voice thick with sleep and emotion.

“Hey, flyboy,” you whispered.

His head snapped up. Bleary eyes locked on yours, and in a heartbeat he was sitting upright, brushing hair from your face, pressing a kiss to your temple, then another to your hand, and another to your shoulder — careful to avoid the dressing. “You’re awake,” he whispered. “You’re awake.”

“I’m okay,” you said softly but he looked at you like you wasn’t — like the storm was still just beyond the hull, ready to take you again. His eyes were glassy, rimmed red.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered.

“I scare you all the time,” you said weakly, smiling. “You’re dramatic.”

He huffed a laugh, but there was no humour in it — just relief. Pure, aching relief. Then you slowly started to sit up. Poe’s eyes widened. “Whoa��whoa—what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sitting up,” you muttered, wincing as you shifted. “I’m fine.”

“You are not fine,” Poe said, reaching to steady you. “You nearly died, Y/N.”

“I’ve had worse,” you lied.

“No, you haven’t.”

“I hate lying in bed,” you grumbled, pushing yourself upright with your good arm. Your other shoulder trembled with effort. “I need to move.”

“You need rest.”

“Rest is for people who aren’t being coddled to death,” you muttered, breath hitching as your body protested.

Poe stood and gently pushed you back against the pillows. “Okay, stubborn girl, listen to me—”

“Don’t call me stubborn—”

“You are stubborn and reckless and you keep trying to convince everyone you’re invincible, when you literally bled out in my arms yesterday.”

“I’m not fragile.”

“I know you’re not fragile.” He cupped your face. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met but strength also means healing. And letting the people who love you take care of you.”

You blinked and shut up, he sat down beside you again, his hand cradling yours once more. You was quiet for a long time. “I hate being told what to do.”

Poe smiled. “I know. That’s why I say it really gently and brace for impact.”

A small laugh escaped your lips — then you winced.

He shifted closer. “That was your own fault.”

“Worth it.”

You sat in silence for a beat, the heaviness between you  finally softening. Then you looked down, saw the blood-stained cuff of his undershirt and your smile faded.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I put you through that.”

His eyes flicked to you, and his expression changed — softened and stormy all at once. “I’m not,” he said. You looked confused. “I mean, I hated it,” he added. “Watching you scream, holding your body together while you bled everywhere, begging Rey for help she couldn’t give... yeah. That was the worst thing I’ve ever lived through.”

“Then why—?”

“Because you lived through it.” His voice cracked. “And if I had to go through all of it again just to make sure you were still breathing by the end of it... I would.”

Your eyes welled. “I don’t know how to do this,” you whispered. “Let someone protect me.”

“You don’t have to know,” he murmured, leaning closer. “You just have to let me try.”

You reached up, threading your fingers into his curls. He leaned his forehead to yours.

“I love you,” you breathed.

“I love you more,” he said, eyes fluttering shut.

“Impossible.”

“You bleeding all over my favourite jacket with that amount of blood was impossible too, but hey—here we are.”

You laughed again — softer this time — and let your hand slide down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “You’re not leaving again,” Poe said.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I mean it. No more last-minute heroics. No more walking into death for me.”

“Even if you were being really annoying that day?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I promise.”

“Good… So... we’re still getting married, right?”

You grinned. “I dunno. You’re a little overprotective. Might be a red flag.”

“Oh really?” He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re lucky I didn’t propose again while I was stitching your shoulder shut.”

You smirked. “Romantic.”

“I try.”

Poe had barely stepped away to grab water when the door to the Falcon's makeshift medbay hissed open. The moment you saw the tray of bacta patches and sterilizers in the medic’s hands, you eyes narrowed. “Oh no,” you growled, trying to sit up more. “Not again. I’m fine.”

The medic — a wide-eyed younger woman who clearly wasn’t used to resistance legends glaring like this — hesitated. “Y/N, we have to change the dressings. You’re still—”

“I can do it myself.”

“You can’t even lift your arm,” the medic said gently.

Your nostrils flared. “Well, maybe if you all stopped poking and prodding me—”

“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on in here?” Poe’s voice cut through the tension as he walked back in, water in one hand and a very tired expression on his face. He immediately scanned you, then the medic, then you again. “Are you giving our poor med team hell again, Princess?”

“Don’t call me Princess.”

“You’re acting like one.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Poe sighed. Loudly. The kind of sigh that said I love you, but you are a nightmare patient.

“She won’t let me change the bandages,” the medic added helpfully.

“I don’t need you to—”

“You are literally stitched together with luck and spite,” Poe cut in, setting the water down and moving toward your side. “Stop fighting. Let them help.”

“I let you help. That should count for something.”

“Yeah, and you nearly died screaming while I did it. We’re not doing that again.”

As the medic stepped forward again with fresh gauze, you tried to twist away — your shoulder flared in pain and you bit back a curse. Poe caught your hand. “Princess.”

“I swear to—”

“Hey.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Breathe. I’m right here. Let them do their job. You don’t need to prove anything.”

Your lips trembled slightly — not from fear, but fury at your own body for betraying you again. For being weak when you had fought so hard to survive.

“I hate this,” you whispered.

“I know you do,” he said gently. “But you can hate it and still heal.”

You was quiet and then, with a resigned sigh, you leaned back against the pillows. “Fine. But if anyone touches my legs, I’m biting.”

The medic blinked and Poe grinned. “You heard the lady. Side and Shoulder only.”

As they began removing the old dressings, you let out a quiet hiss. Poe instantly took your hand, anchoring you with soft squeezes and murmured words. He didn’t look away once — not when the blood started, not when you winced, not when your nails dug into his palm.

“Next time we do this,” he muttered under his breath, “let’s try not getting you stabbed.”

“No promises.”

“Of course not.”

By the time the new bandages were secure, you was sweating and pale again — but upright, proud, and still defiant. The medic gave you one last look before gathering the tools and backing off. “You’re lucky he loves you,” she said under her breath.

“I’m aware,” you muttered, your eyes on Poe as he wiped a final smear of blood from your temple with trembling fingers. When the room was finally empty again, silence settled between them. He sat on the edge of the bed, still holding your hand, his thumb brushing circles over your knuckles.

“Do I get my jacket back?” he asked eventually, teasingly.

She smirked. “You mean the one I bled all over like a crime scene?”

“That’s the one.”

“No. It’s mine now. Sentimental value.”

He smiled at that, eyes flicking to the floor, then back up to you — shy, despite everything they’d been through. You tilted your head. “What?” you asked softly.

He reached beneath his shirt and pulled the necklace from around his neck — your engagement ring glinting beside his mother’s.

“You dropped something,” he said.

You raised a brow. “So you gonna give me my ring back, flyboy... or you giving it to someone else?” He laughed through his nose, shaking his head, that familiar dimple showing.

“Princess, you are the only person in the galaxy who could bleed out in my arms, traumatize half the crew, insult three medics, and still have the nerve to sass me.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“Damn right.”

He slid the chain off his head, and took the ring of the chain and slowly placed it back on your finger- right where it belonged. You both looked at eachother and for the first time in days — in what felt like years — they both let themselves just breathe.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 9

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and Mentions of Injury

Word Count: 7k

The medbay lights were low, set to evening cycle — though no one aboard the Raddus really noticed the passage of time anymore. War didn’t keep track of hours. Neither did grief. Poe sat quietly beside your cot, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely together. He hadn’t slept in… maybe thirty-six hours. Maybe more. Time had blurred since the explosion, since Leia had floated lifeless through space, since he thought — for one agonizing moment — he’d lost both Organa women in a single breath.

You was still, chest rising and falling with the aid of a stabilizer patch wrapped tight around your ribs. A thin scar of dried blood trailed from your hairline to your jaw. You looked smaller like this. Fragile. He hated it, he hated seeing you still. You was always moving — yelling in the command centre, jumping into cockpits, slapping his shoulder when he pushed your buttons too far. You was fire. Not this. A low hiss of the door broke the silence. A medic peeked in, saw Poe, nodded, and gently stepped away. They knew better than to ask him to leave. He wasn’t going anywhere.

He reached out and brushed his knuckles gently across your hand. “You’re too stubborn to go down like this,” he whispered. He didn’t expect a response, but your fingers twitched. “Y/N?” he leaned closer. “Hey, you with me?”

Your brow furrowed and your eyelids fluttered. Then, with a hoarse breath, you opened your eyes. “…Poe…?”

Relief crashed over him like a wave. He gripped your hand tighter. “Hey. Yeah. Right here.”

You blinked slowly, your voice rough and scratchy. “Feels like I got… hit by a krayt dragon…”

Poe smiled faintly, brushing your hair back from your face. “You took a hit from a full hangar explosion. So, not far off.”

“Figures,” you muttered, eyes flickering with pain. “How’s Mum?”

Poe hesitated. “Alive. She’s unconscious, but stable. They’ve got her under observation.”

You exhaled shakily, tears welling. “I thought she was gone…”

“I know,” Poe said softly. “So did I.”

Your breath hitched, and you shifted, wincing immediately.

“Hey, easy,” Poe said, rising partway out of his chair, pressing a hand to her shoulder. “Don’t move too fast. You tore your stitches earlier when you tried to chase the medics. Again.”

You scowled weakly. “I needed to see her.”

“I know you did.” He gave a small smile. “Still doesn’t mean you’re fine.”

Your lips twitched. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” Poe murmured, sitting back down. “One of these days, you’re gonna have to admit you’re human.”

“You’re the one who crash-landed a TIE fighter into a jungle and walked it off,” you shot back, though her voice barely carried. “Pot, meet kettle.”

You sat in silence for a beat, he reached for a water bottle and helped you sip, which you let him. That alone told him how bad the pain was. When you lay back again, you sighed. “I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I should be up there. Helping. Flying.”

“You’ll get there.”

You turned your head, eyes locked with his. “I’m scared, Poe.”

He swallowed hard. “Of what?”

“Losing everything.” Her voice cracked. “Again.”

He didn’t speak right away, instead he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, careful not to jostle the bandages or IV lines. “You won’t lose me,” he whispered. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your hand gripped his, faint but firm. “You promise?”

Poe closed his eyes. “With everything I’ve got.”

And in the quiet that followed — the hum of the medbay, the distant echoes of war — they just breathed. Together.

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The command deck of the Raddus was quieter than it should have been, the kind of quiet that weighed heavy, like the aftermath of a funeral. Not just for the lives lost in the First Order’s strike — but for what it meant. They were adrift. Literally and figuratively. Most of the Resistance’s leadership was dead and Leia Organa lay silent in the medbay, kept alive by machines and the Force.

Poe stood in the centre of the command deck, hands on his hips, jaw locked. He kept glancing toward the turbolift doors, knowing — just knowing — what was about to happen. And then… the doors opened and you limped out. Clad in a loose Resistance-issue jacket and medpatches still visible beneath it, you ignored the techs and officers who did double-takes as you entered. The bruises on your face were healing, but the stiffness in your movements were unmistakable. You moved like every step hurt, that’s because it did. Poe strode toward you immediately. “Y/N.”

You held up a hand before he could speak. “I know. I’m supposed to be in bed.”

“You shouldn’t be standing.”

“Neither should the Resistance,” you bit back. “And yet, here we are.”

He sighed and caught your elbow. “You’re pushing yourself too hard.”

“I’m fine.”

“Y/N—”

“I said I’m fine.” Your standoff was cut short by the arrival of a tall, striking woman in long violet robes. Her lavender hair was swept elegantly over one shoulder, her expression unreadable. She walked with grace, confidence… and command. Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo.

Poe turned toward her. “So, what now? What’s the plan?”

Holdo glanced around the command deck, and with quiet devastation, said, “With most of our senior leadership gone, General Organa is the sole surviving member of command.”

The words hit you like a punch. Your legs wobbled slightly and Poe’s hand immediately steadied you.

“She’s all that’s left?” you whispered. “Just… her?”

Holdo nodded solemnly. “And while she remains incapacitated, command passes to me.”

There was a beat of silence, the air thick with tension. Poe squared his shoulders. “Vice Admiral. Do we have a plan?”

Holdo smiled faintly, not unkindly — but cool. “And you are…?”

“Commander Poe Dameron, in the Resistance starfighter corps.”

Holdo nodded slowly. “Ah, yes. Captain now though isn’t it? I believe General Organa demoted you recently… did she not?”

You immediately stepped forward. “That’s enough.”

Holdo raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Poe’s reckless. Yes. So am I. But he’s also the best pilot we have, and he just took out a dreadnought a few days ago while buying time to evacuate D’Qar. If you think a demotion means he stops caring about this fight, then you don’t know him at all.”

Poe turned slightly, eyes flicking to you, surprised but touched. Holdo, however, didn’t flinch. “Courage is admirable,” she said. “So is loyalty. But recklessness in command has consequences. And so does defiance.”

Your jaw clenched. “We’re not asking to take over. We just want to know what the hell is happening.”

“You’re not cleared for briefings,” Holdo replied evenly. “Neither of you.”

You stepped forward again—too fast and your ribs screamed. You stumbled, hand gripping your side, breath caught in your throat. Poe caught you around the waist. “Hey, stop—that’s it.”

“I’m fine—”

“You’re not,” he hissed in your ear. “You’re about to collapse in front of half the crew.”

You grit your teeth, eyes burning. “I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

“You won’t be doing nothing,” Holdo said, turning back to the others. “You’ll be following orders. That’s what Leia would expect.”

You stared at her, still panting from pain. “You don’t get to use her name like that. Not with her still lying unconscious. Not when you don’t know a damn thing about her.”

Holdo’s face softened slightly, but her posture remained iron-straight. “I know more than you think,” she said quietly. “And I loved her, too.”

The words cut through the air like a whispered blade. You faltered, you hadn’t expected that. Poe’s arm tightened around you, his voice gentler now. “Come on, Y/N/N. That’s enough for today.” You didn’t argue this time, as he led you back toward the lift, you cast one last look over your shoulder at Holdo — not defiant, but searching. Trying to understand the woman who had stepped into her mother’s boots.

Once back in Medbay Poe eased you onto the cot and crouched beside you, pouring a glass of water. You winced as you lay back. “That woman has a spine made of phrik.”

“Good,” Poe said. “Someone has to.”

You gave him a weary look. “You’re defending her now?”

He shook his head. “No. Just saying I get why she’s being cautious. This fleet’s on the edge, and half the Resistance just died in a single blast. We’re all carrying ghosts right now.”

You went quiet, your fingers curled slightly in the sheets. Poe reached out and brushed his hand across yours. “You were right to stand up for me,” he said softly. “But I need you to stop burning yourself out. I need you.”

You didn’t say anything at first, then your hand turned, threading your fingers through his. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “Of losing everything. Of losing her.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.

“You won’t lose everything ” he whispered. “You still have me. Always.”

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The hum of machinery and soft beeping of monitors filled the Medbay and woke you up. You lay reclined on a medical cot, side still heavily bandaged, pain a constant throb beneath the sedation but your mind was far from still. The walls might as well have been caging you in. You heard voices outside the curtained-off alcove — urgent, hushed, and familiar. Poe., Finn. And a girl’s voice — someone you didn't recognise. Curiosity trumped pain.

You slowly sat up, ignoring the dull ache as you shifted to the edge of the bed. The medics had told you to stay horizontal but you have never been the type to listen. Pulling back the curtain, you leaned forward slightly to get a clearer view — just enough to hear.

Finn stood beside Poe, his expression set with quiet determination. The girl next to him — short, brown hair tucked behind her ears, a mechanic’s jumpsuit — clutched a datapad.

“Her name’s Rose,” Finn was saying. “She works in Engineering.”

Rose gave a nervous but earnest nod. “We’ve come up with a way to disable the tracker.”

Poe crossed his arms, interest piqued. “Let’s hear it.”

Finn leaned over the datapad, displaying the schematics of a First Order Star Destroyer. “They’re tracking us through hyperspace. If we can sneak aboard, disable the tracking system — even just for six minutes — the fleet can jump before they lock us down again.”

Poe’s brow furrowed. “You want to sneak onto a First Order Star Destroyer?”

“That’s the idea,” Finn said. “But we can’t get past the security shields without being flagged.”

“That’s where I come in,” you interrupted, your voice clear as you stepped out from behind the curtain. The others turned in surprise.

Poe’s eyes went wide. “Y/N—what the hell are you doing out of bed?”

“I got tired of being useless,” you said flatly, wincing as you placed a hand to your bandaged side. “And I heard just enough to know that you need a way past those shields.”

“Y/N seriously—”

You held up a hand, silencing him, and tapped your wrist comm. “Marz? It’s me. Resistance ship, Raddus. We’ve got a tracker situation.”

Static buzzed, then a crackly voice replied. “I could help but I am in the middle of a union dispute. Only one slicer I’d trust with First Order tech like that. Master codebreaker on Canto Bight.”

You looked up at the others. “There. That’s your way in.”

Poe rubbed his face with both hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It’s our only shot,” Rose said quickly. “If we can find him, slice the system—we shut down the tracker just long enough to get away.”

Poe exhaled, his tone shifting into command. “Alright. Finn, Rose, you go. I’ll stay here, coordinate the jump timing with what’s left of the fleet.” He turned to you, softening. “And you. You’re staying. End of discussion.”

You crossed her arms. “Excuse me?”

“You’re injured, you’re not even cleared for standing—let alone running around enemy ships!”

Your jaw tightened. “I’m not going to sit here and let others do everything.”

“Don’t do this now,” he warned, his voice dropping into that frustrated edge she knew all too well. “You promised. You said you’d stay.”

“I said I’d consider it.”

“You said okay,” he snapped.

“And maybe I lied,” you hissed, stepping closer despite the pain. “You think I can just watch the people I care about walk into danger without doing something? Finn, Rose — they can’t do this alone. And I won’t let them.”

“You’re being reckless.”

“Says the man who took out a Dreadnought on a suicide run!”

“That’s different!”

“How?!”

“Because I’m not you!”

The silence that followed was harsh and heavy. Your eyes shimmered — from frustration or pain, you wasn’t sure. “You don’t get to make this decision for me.”

“No,” Poe said softly. “But I’m asking you not to make me watch you die.”

The words hit like a punch, neither of you spoke. After a moment, you lowered her gaze. “Fine. I’ll stay.”

He stepped closer, cautiously reaching for her hand. “I love you.”

You closed her eyes. “I know.”

Your foreheads touched for a breath, just long enough to feel steady. Just long enough for the lie to stick.

Hours later, the shuttle was quiet as Finn and Rose climbed aboard, no one noticed the third figure slipping in behind them, face drawn with silent resolve, side aching beneath the flight jacket. The hatch sealed with a metallic hiss. Finn, adjusting a lever, turned around — and froze.

“Y/N?!”

You gave a sheepish shrug. “Yeah… surprise.”

Rose’s jaw dropped. “Poe’s going to go ballistic.”

“I know,” You said, strapping yourself into the jump seat. “Let’s just… not tell him yet.”

It was too late, as the shuttle detached from the cruiser, alarms flickered faintly through the comms system. Back on the bridge, Poe was already storming toward the console.

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

The tactical officer looked up, alarmed. “Escape shuttle just launched. Unauthorized.”

Poe’s blood went cold. He had to act like he didn’t know, but something inside him felt off. Something is wrong. He opened a channel. “Shuttle two-one-six, identify. Now.”

Static answered. Then your voice broke through, tinny and distant: “Poe—uh—don’t be mad—”

“Are you kidding me?!” He hit the comm harder. “Why are you on that shuttle?”

There was a long pause, then your voice, soft but steady: “I’m sorry.”

His jaw clenched. “Get back here. Now.”

“I can’t.”

Poe’s hands tightened into fists. “You promised me.”

“And I broke it,” you said quietly. “Because I had to.”

“I begged you—Y/N, damn it—you’re still hurt!”

“I’ll manage.”

“Y/N—”

“I love you,” you cut in, voice wavering. The comm went dead.

Inside the cramped cockpit, silence reigned. You stared ahead, breathing slow and shallow. Your side burned, but your heart ached more. Finn finally spoke. “You alright?”

“No,” you said, pressing a hand to your ribs. “But I’ll make it.”

Rose glanced back from the pilot’s chair. “Poe’s going to murder us when we get back.”

“If we get back,” you murmured.

They all fell silent again as the shuttle hurtled through space — away from the fleet, away from safety, toward danger.

On the bridge, Poe stood frozen, hands still gripping the console. The room around him had gone quiet. He exhaled hard, then turned, stalking away, slamming the datapad down on the nearest table. The bridge crew flinched but said nothing. They’d never seen him like this.

“Stubborn,” he muttered. “She’s so damn stubborn—”

Leia would have understood. Leia was her. But Leia wasn’t here and for the first time in a long time, Poe felt utterly, completely alone.

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The first thing you noticed was how clean everything looked, Canto Bight sparkled beneath twin moons, nestled like a jewel on the edge of the galaxy. The city gleamed with white marble spires and golden-lit boulevards. A symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and high-class arrogance played in the background like an ever-looping overture.

It was, in your eyes, the ugliest place she’d ever seen. Pain whispered along your ribs with each step, but you pressed forward, chin high, flanked by Finn and Rose as they stepped into the casino.

“Marz said he’d be here,” you muttered, eyes scanning the sea of extravagance. It was everything the Resistance wasn’t. Wealth, corruption, and unchecked power. Alien species and humans alike lounged at sabacc tables and racing screens, dressed in tailored silks and dripping with jewels. Finn looked overwhelmed. “This place…”

Rose frowned. “All paid for by selling weapons to the First Order and the Resistance.”

You gave a hollow smirk. “War. The great equalizer and the great investment.”

A server droid bumped into her. She stumbled slightly and gasped as the motion pulled at her side. Blood, warm and wet, spread slightly beneath your coat, unseen beneath the layers — but you felt it. Not now, you told yourself. Just find the codebreaker. Get in. Get out.

The mission derailed faster than expected. One wrong-parked shuttle, one too many questions. Guards didn’t ask names — they asked for credits. And when none were provided, they were thrown into a cold, sleek jail beneath the casino. “I hate this place,” Finn grumbled, pacing.

Rose slumped against the wall and you sat still, clutching your side subtly. Your breaths came short now, though she tried not to show it. That’s when he spoke — a voice from the corner cell. Calm. Lazy. “Looking for a master codebreaker?”

You all turned, a man in rumpled clothes, unshaven, eyes too sharp to be drunk — sat on the edge of a cot, twirling a coin between his fingers, he introduced himself as DJ. “That’s what you’re here for, right?” he said, nodding toward the bars. “Lucky me.”

“You?” Rose asked.

“I can slice anything,” DJ replied, eyes flicking to you. “And I can get us out. For a price.”

“We don’t have money,” Finn growled.

“Not money,” DJ said with a leer. “But you? Princess of the Resistance might be enough payment, gorgeous”. His gaze lingered too long on you. You went still, not from fear, from rage.

Your lip curled. “Try to touch me, and you’ll learn what a half-dead Jedi is capable of.”

DJ held up his hands, grinning. “Relax. Just business.”

But the heat in your chest wasn’t from anger alone. It was pain. Worse now. Your vision blurred for a second, and you had to brace herself against the wall. You felt the blood now, a slow warm drip beneath your tunic.

Finn stepped toward her. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you rasped. “We need out of here.”

DJ made good on his word and within minutes, he sliced the cell lock open with a portable key, grinning like he’d pulled off a magic trick. “Let’s move.” The halls outside were clean, white, and alarmed. You moved slowly, every step jostled your wound, and you felt yourself losing rhythm — off-balance but you refused to slow down, refused to become dead weight.

Security droids spotted them two corridors in, you all ran. DJ led the way through a maintenance corridor, scrambling down service hatches and into a racing stable, where fathiers — giant, sleek creatures with intelligent eyes — neighed and paced. “Backdoor’s this way!” DJ shouted.

They cut through the stalls, ducking under beams, dodging guards and fire. Finn pulled you close more than once, helping you when she stumbled. “Almost there,” he promised. “Hold on, Y/N/N”

You broke onto a docked luxury ship, clearly stolen. DJ hit the engines with practiced fingers. “We’re airborne.” The stars spun behind them as they lifted from Canto Bight, sirens blaring. You collapsed into a chair, your fingers trembling. Finn dropped beside you, gripping your hand. “Y/N… you don’t look good.”

You smiled faintly. “Never better.”

Blood had soaked through your side, seeping through your coat. Your skin had paled to a frightening grey. Rose fetched a medkit, but you waved her off. “We don’t have time.”

“You’re dying,” Finn snapped.

“I’ve had worse.”

DJ turned from the cockpit. “She’s dead weight.”

Finn turned sharply. “Say that again.”

“I mean,” DJ continued, dry, “you’re paying me to get in and out. She slows us down.”

“I’ll slit your throat myself if you leave her behind,” Finn growled.

DJ smirked, but said no more. You leaned back, breathing shallowly. “I told him I’d stay,” you whispered.

Finn leaned in. “What?”

“Poe. I told him I’d stay. And I didn’t. I lied to him.”

“Because you knew this mattered.”

You closed her eyes. “I wish he were here.”

As if summoned by your thoughts, the comm link in Finn’s pocket buzzed. “Resistance Shuttle, report.” It was Poe.

Finn looked at you. “You’re not in shape for this.”

You took the comm, fingers shaking. “Poe.” There was silence.

Then Poe responds: “You’re bleeding?”

You blinked. “How do you—?”

“You sound like hell. What happened?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me again.” His voice was low, furious, but beneath it—pain. Terror.

“I’ll make it back,” you whispered. “I have to.”

“You better,” he snapped. “Because I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“Too late for yelling now,” you said weakly. “We’re almost there.”

Poe’s voice cracked slightly. “Just… don’t die.” You wanted to promise but something shifted in her head.

As you closed your eyes, your breathing shallow and erratic, something pulled at you, not pain, not fear, something cold. You felt it like a whisper, dark and familiar: her brother. Ben. You didn’t see him — but you felt him. A ripple in the Force, passing through her like a chill, but he wasn’t looking for you. He was reaching for someone else. Rey. Through blurred sight, you could feel it — a bond opening across stars. Two souls touching, not yet fighting.

“Ben…” you whispered.

Finn looked over. “What?” but you didn’t respond. Your head tilted You felt herself slipping, further from pain, further from the ship and deeper… into something else, your eyes fluttering closed.

The bridge of the Raddus pulsed with low lighting and quiet tension. Outside, the last glimmers of hope flickered in the form of dwindling Resistance ships, slow-motion targets for the First Order. Every minute mattered now — every second — and still, Vice Admiral Holdo stood silent at the helm, her elegant frame as unmoved as a marble statue. Poe stormed onto the bridge, his boots striking the floor like drums of war.

“I want answers,” he barked.

Holdo didn’t turn. “You’ve had all the answers you’re getting, Captain. I’ve kept us alive,” Holdo said calmly. “You might want to try that, sometime.”

“We’re running out of fuel, you’ve got no plan, and you’re evacuating the ship in silence like a coward abandoning her post!”

That got her attention. She turned, lavender hair shimmering under the glow of the console lights. “Careful, Dameron.”

“I’ve been careful,” Poe said, voice rising. “I’ve followed the chain of command. I’ve waited. I’ve trusted. But I won’t watch you throw away everything we’ve fought for.”

“You think I’m throwing it away,” she said slowly, “because you can’t see the whole board.”

“I see enough to know you’re gambling with lives.”

Holdo stepped toward him. “Hope,” she said, voice low and sure, “is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.”

Poe froze. That line— “She says that too,” he murmured.

Holdo tilted her head. “Who?”

“Y/N.” His voice cracked. “She says that when I get reckless. When I lose faith.” He swallowed. “It sounds better when she says it.”

Holdo’s eyes softened — but not enough.

“I still don’t trust you,” Poe added sharply. “Because whatever plan you’re hiding, you’ve left us in the dark. And I’m done waiting for permission to act.” She didn’t flinch, that was when Poe drew his blaster.

A murmur spread across the bridge. Officers froze. Eyes widened. “Vice Admiral Holdo,” Poe said, steady, formal. “You are relieved of duty, effective immediately. I am taking command of this vessel under Article Seven of Resistance Security Protocol.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“You already made it.”

With the bridge under his control, Poe moved fast, issuing commands and rallying loyal officers to stations. They wouldn’t hold long — but long enough to execute the plan. He opened a private channel to Finn’s group. “Finn. Rose. Y/N/N. You there?”

Finn’s voice crackled through. “We’re in. Still moving toward the tracker.”

“Good. Because Holdo’s plan? She’s abandoning ship. Secret evacuation. It’s suicide.”

“What?!”

“I’ve taken over. I’m getting you that time window.. how is she doing?”

Finn look over at your body, breathes sallow as you sleep, Finn is panicked, he is not sure how long you have left. “She will be fine”. He says over the comms, Poe can hear the lie in his voice.

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On the Supremacy, Finn, Rose, BB-8, You and DJ snuck through lower service corridors, avoiding patrols, ducking under piping, eyes constantly scanning. You stumbled and Finn turned, catching you.

“Y/N/N—”

“I said I’m fine.”

“You’re not. You’re burning up.”

“Keep moving.”

DJ eyed her with irritation. “We won’t make it in time if she—”

“If you say one more word, I will throw you out of an airlock,” Finn snapped.

You leaned against a wall, breath shallow. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them to your side. More blood came, but something else pulled at you now. The Force was awake. Loud. Breathing through your skull like a storm. Rey. Ben. Your head jerked back, eyes unfocused.

Poe stood at the helm, staring at the starlines, hand gripping the console hard enough to whiten his knuckles. His thoughts spiralled back to the woman he loved — to the promise you broke, to the pain you tried to hide. He knew you were dying and he couldn’t save you. Not this time.

The sound of betrayal always comes quietly, not with shouting., not with guns. Just... silence. A breath. A shift in tone. A voice you thought you could trust, delivering your death sentence like a casual remark. That was how DJ sold you.

“This was never personal,” DJ said, hands raised in mock innocence as stormtroopers poured into the maintenance bay. “You wanted a way in. I got you one.”

Finn charged him. Stormtroopers grabbed him.

“You sold us out!” Rose shouted, thrashing.

“I sold information, sweetheart,” DJ said, shrugging as the payment chip glittered in his palm. “It’s what I do. First Order… Resistance… you’re all just sides on the same coin. They blow you up today, you blow them up tomorrow”

“You bastard!”

But Finn wasn’t looking at DJ anymore, he was looking over his shoulder—where you had collapsed to your knees. Your arms hung limp at your sides, and blood now pooled visibly at your ribs, soaking through the tunic.

Two stormtroopers moved to grab you, lifting you under the arms.

“NO!” Finn shouted. “Don’t touch her!”

“Finn,” you whispered, her voice like ash. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Poe will kill me if you don’t come back. You promised us—you promised!”

You turned your face toward him, pale and trembling. “I’ll find my way back,” you said softly. “Like I always do.” You didn’t believe it. Not this time. But you had to say it.

Poe paced the bridge like a lion in a cage. The comms buzzed in his ear — fragments of shouting, blaster fire, chaos.

“Finn?” he barked. “Rose? Y/N, come in!”

Static.

Then DJ’s voice: “Pleasure doing business.”

Poe froze and ripped off the earpiece, his jaw clenched. “He sold them out.”

Poe turned toward the viewport, chest rising and falling too fast. His hand hovered near his blaster. “Y/N’s with them,” he said to himself, not even realizing he’d spoken aloud. “I told her to stay. I trusted her to stay—”

The door to the bridge opened, and Leia stood. Alive. Her silhouette filled the space like something out of a dream — or a nightmare. Her face was lined with exhaustion, her eyes clouded with grief.

“Leia—General—I—” Poe faltered and then she stunned him. One clean shot and his body crumpled to the floor. Leia stepped forward, expression unreadable, and ordered him carried to the escape transports with the rest of the Resistance survivors.

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All you can see was darkness, hear whispers, power that moved like a living thing. The throne room was cavernous, slick black marble and blood-red banners. Firelight flickered from below the grated floor. And at the centre — on a raised dais — sat Supreme Leader Snoke. Rey was already there, bound and breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of hatred and hope.

Stormtroopers entered, carrying you between them, “Y/N!!”

They dropped you unceremoniously to the floor. You barely caught yourself, hitting hard on your knees. Blood streaked your side and your face was gaunt, pale — like a ghost.

“Maker,” Rey breathed, kneeling beside her despite her restraints. “What did they do to you?”

You smiled faintly, eyes barely focused. “You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here. You’re bleeding out.”

“Not my worst day.”

Rey’s heart twisted. “Poe—I sensed it-he—he doesn’t even know you’re alive.”

You swallowed. “Tell him I’m sorry. That I broke my word.”

“No,” Rey said fiercely. “You’re going to tell him yourself. Do you hear me?”

Snoke laughed then, the sound like gravel in oil. “How touching,” he sneered. “The Princess and the Scavenger. Broken, bleeding… but still clinging to hope.” His fingers flicked lazily through the air.

Kylo Ren stepped forward, you and Rey both went still, his mask was gone again,  face was unreadable and when his eyes locked with yours, something flickered there—recognition, pain.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

You looked up at him “Ben.”

Snoke laughed again. “Oh, this will be delicious. Look,” Snoke said, his voice curling around them like smoke. “The fire of rebellion… so proud. So small.” He turned, waving a long bony finger toward the hovering projection above them. It shimmered to life — Resistance ships, one after another, blinking out in flashes of flame. Cruisers crumbled in silence, their lights snuffed like candles. “Every cannon volley… every dying scream… that is the fate of your Resistance.”

Rey’s breath caught and you wobbled and caught yourself with one hand on the floor, then you lifted her face and met Snoke’s gaze.

“I can still feel them,” you whispered.

Snoke turned, sneering. “What?”

“My mother. Poe. The fleet. They’re still alive.” You dragged yourself up straighter, pain etched into your bones. “And you will not break them.”

Snoke’s hand lifted and you choked as you was yanked off the ground and flung forward, landing at Kylo Ren’s feet. Rey followed, dragged through the Force until she was kneeling beside you.

Snoke stood now, massive in his black robes. “Kill them,” he said to Kylo. “Let the past die.”

Kylo’s eyes flickered. Rey looked up, panting. “Ben…” you stared at him too, breathing shallow. “Please… don’t do this.”

He didn’t answer, he just stepped forward, lightsaber in hand, and then something shifted, so small, a flicker. His hand turned, Snoke didn’t see it, but you did. The moment the saber beside Snoke’s throne ignited—through his twisted body, splitting him in two—you exhaled a breath that you hadn’t realized you was holding. The Supreme Leader fell in a lifeless heap, The Praetorian Guards descended.

Blades clashed like lightning. Rey spun, catching the edge of a spear with her saber, slicing through a guard’s chest as sparks sprayed. Kylo twisted beside her, a brutal dance of red and fury. You dropped to one knee, summoning your saber with a snap of your fingers. The purple blade ignited with a scream. Your hand shook, but you held it steady. The first guard came for you, blade crashing down—you parried, pivoted, pain exploding up your side. Your foot gave slightly but you caught yourself on instinct and drove the saber upward into his gut.

“Not today,” you hissed, another, then two more. You ducked, rolled, then rose with a howl of fury, your saber spinning in a wide arc that sent fire flashing across the floor. Rey screamed beside you, taking a strike to the arm, then plunging her saber into another guard’s chest. Blood. Flame. Pain but they were still fighting.

Somewhere far from that throne room, Poe’s eyes blinked open, the ceiling above him was soft white, he was on a shuttle. His head throbbed.

“Easy,” a voice said gently.

Poe turned, groaning. “Leia?”

She sat beside him. Her hair was down, silver strands catching the low light. Her face was pale and tired — but alive.

“You shot me,” he croaked.

She smiled faintly. “I stunned you. Big difference.”

“You’re okay.” He swallowed. “You’re really here.”

“I’m here.”

He sat up too fast and winced. “The fleet?”

“We’re evacuating. Heading to Crait. It’s an old base — defensible, for now.”

Poe's hands clenched. “Holdo. She had a plan all along.”

Leia nodded. “Yes. You just didn’t see it.”

“She’s still on board?”

“She’s the last one left. She’s staying to buy us time.”

Poe exhaled hard. “I… I was wrong.”

Leia nodded again, sad. “You were. But we don’t have time for guilt right now.”

He hesitated. “Leia… there’s something I have to tell you.”

“I already know,” she said softly.

Poe looked up.

“Finn. Rose. Y/N. They went to disable the tracker. I know.”

His voice cracked. “She wasn’t supposed to go. She promised. I begged her to stay, and she promised me.”

Leia reached over and took his hand. “She’s alive.” He stared at her. “Barely,” Leia whispered. “But I can feel her, she’s still fighting. You know her, Poe. She doesn’t let go.”

“She never should’ve gone,” Poe murmured. “Not in that state. She was already hurt…”

“She went because she thought it was her only chance to help. And because she loves you enough to disobey you.” Leia’s eyes glistened. “You know what that’s like.”

He smiled, barely. “Yeah.”

“She’s your equal, Poe. That’s why you love her. And it’s why you have to believe she’ll find her way back.”

Poe turned his eyes to the viewport, watching the last of the cruisers glide toward Crait. He whispered, “Come back to me, Princess…”

Back in the Throne Room your lungs burned, your body screamed in protest, and your saber was a dead weight in your hand. Three guards remained. Blood soaked the marble floor. Kylo turned, slicing one in half. Rey kicked her final attacker into a wall of flame. Your knees wobbling, lunged with one final surge of power and ran your saber through the last, and then it was over.

You collapsed to one knee, your purple saber hissing shut as your fingers slipped from its grip. Blood bloomed darker beneath you, seeping from your side in thick rivers. Your breath hitched. Every heartbeat felt like thunder cracking in her ribs. You could barely register the sound of Rey rushing to you.

"Y/N!" Rey dropped to her side, catching her before she hit the floor completely. “You’re okay, stay with me.”

"I'm still here..." You murmured. Her eyes fluttered. “Barely.”

Ben stood several feet away, unmoving, his saber lowered. His chest rose and fell, eyes fixed on you. Not with rage, not with victory, but with something closer to dread. His feet moved before he could stop himself, he knelt before you. "Y/N/N," he said softly, voice low and gravelled with emotion. “You should’ve stayed away.”

You looked up at him through the strands of blood-matted hair clinging to her face. “That’s never been my thing.”

There was a beat of silence. Rey watched from her knees, tense and breathless, then Ben reached forward and pulled you into a hug. It wasn’t careful, it was poised and desperate. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you slumped against him, too weak to resist, too tired to push back. His forehead pressed to you, just like when you were kids.

“I didn’t want this for you,” he whispered. “Not this.”

“You chose it,” you rasped.

Ben’s jaw trembled.

“I still feel you,” she said. “I still feel the good.”

His arms squeezed tighter. “Then come with me. You don’t have to die in their war.”

Rey took a slow step forward. “Ben… you can stop the attack. Right now. The Resistance is still out there. Leia’s alive. Poe. You don’t have to kill them.”

He didn’t answer. You stirred, voice weak. “You can still choose, Ben. You can save them.”

Ben pulled back slightly, his face carved in shadow. “Let the past die,” he said softly. “Jedi. Sith. Resistance. First Order.”

Rey’s heart broke as she listened. “If you really care,” she said carefully, “you’ll save her.” She nodded toward you, still limp in his arms. “Help her. Heal her.”

Ben’s eyes fell to your wound — deep and pulsing, blood soaking through your clothes. He knew he could heal you. The Force stirred around you — he could feel the answer resting in his palms, just out of reach. But then he looked into your eyes. You wasn’t staying, you wasn’t joining him.

“You’re not coming with me,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“No,” you said. “Not like this.”

He drew back, pain twisting his face. “I won’t heal someone who chooses to die for ghosts,” he snapped, rising to his feet. “You’re choosing them. Over me.”

“I’m choosing hope,” she whispered.

“You’re choosing pain.”

“I’m choosing to believe in something greater than myself.”

Rey stood protectively in front of you. “Then this is your answer, Ben. You're still the one pulling the trigger.” For a moment, he looked gutted, hollow, then it he turned expressionless. Cold. He turned back to Kylo Ren. The silence that followed was unnatural, humming, haunted.

Rey stumbled to your side. The battle was over, but you was not okay. Your side was soaked in blood. Your breathing came in short, painful gasps. Your violet saber had long since dropped from your fingers, flickering once before dying. “Y/N- Y/N, stay with me,” Rey begged, cradling her friend, near-sister in spirit.

Your lips moved, but no sound came. Rey’s hands hovered over her. “I can try... I don’t know if I can, but I have to try.”

She closed her eyes and focused, she felt the Force between them, wrapping around your fading light. She channelled it into her palms, pressing against the wound. The energy flared, gold and soft, seeping into the torn flesh. You gasped sharply—then stilled, the bleeding slowed and the pain eased but Rey opened her eyes, tears gathering.

“I can’t fix all of it,” she whispered. “I’m not strong enough.”

You coughed faintly, your hand grasping Rey’s. “You did… enough.”

Suddenly, the room lurched, The Supremacy groaned. A distant thunder echoed from the belly of the ship. Then a fracture — like light being torn in half. A massive shockwave tore through the throne room. The walls fractured like glass. Fire and shrapnel screamed through the air. Rey was flung backwards and you hit the floor with a grunt. The bodies of the fallen were swept away in the force of the blast. Outside, in the black of space, Vice Admiral Holdo had rammed the Raddus into the Supremacy at lightspeed, silence followed. Just… silence. Everything was light and ash.

Minutes later the room was destroyed, Ben lay sprawled beside Snoke’s shattered throne, unconscious, his saber lifeless beside him. Fire licked the edges of the ruined chamber. Rey was gone, she had escaped and you stirred. Your ribs screamed in protest and your vision doubled. Your legs threatened to give way under you as you pushed yourself upright. Your hand trembled as you retrieved your saber from the floor. Your fingers wrapped around the hilt like it was your lifeline.  You limped forward, boots slipping slightly on scorched metal. Every step was agony. But every step mattered. “Come on, Solo…” you whispered to yourself, you had to get out. You had to get home, you had to come back to Poe.

Finn and Rose were cornered, BB-8 rolling anxiously at their side. Smoke clouded the halls as First Order officers screamed orders. Stormtroopers stumbled about, disoriented from the impact. And then, you appeared out of the fog and flame.

“Y/N?” Finn called, eyes wide. “You’re alive?”

You stumbled toward them, one arm clutching her ribs. “You came back?” you asked faintly, disbelief cracked into her voice.

Finn didn’t hesitate. He caught your arm, holding you up. “Of course. Like I said—Poe would actually kill me if I showed up without you.”

A small smile cracked your lips. “Sounds about right.”

Rose was already scanning the corridor. “We’ve got a pod—hurry, before they regroup.”

You nodded, even as you nearly collapsed again. Finn caught you.

“Hey—hey, I’ve got you,” he said gently.

“You don’t,” you murmured. “But thanks for trying.”

You all made for the hangar, BB-8 buzzing anxiously ahead of you. The small pod was just around the corner. Finn pressed the release, and the hatch opened with a hiss.

“Come on,” Rose said. “We’re not dying here.”

The three of them crammed into the pod — Finn first, then you with help, and finally Rose and BB-8. The door sealed shut. Behind you, the chaos of the Supremacy continued to unravel. You leaned your head back against the cool interior, eyes fluttering. You didn’t speak, but you could feel him. Ben- he was still alive and still reeling. He hadn’t tried to stop you and that meant something. Maybe not enough but something.

Finn looked over at you, worry stitched across his face. “We’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t answer right away “Do you think Poe will hate me?” you barely croak out.

Finn winced at your voice, you sounded like you were dying. Finn gave a sheepish smile. “He’s… gonna be really mad. I am not going to lie.. but I don’t think Poe is capable of hating you though. ”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, then a cough and then silence again. Outside the viewport, a distant red planet loomed into view. Crait. Their last stand. Their last hope. Their last chance. And you.. Y/N Solo—bloody, broken, but burning with fire—was not done yet. Not by a long shot.

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Chapter 8

The is when 'The Last Jedi' begins, hope you enjoy how Y/N Solo is incorporated into it. Please message me with any requests for storylines to be added.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and mentions of injury

Word Count: 3k

The cavernous Resistance base on D’Qar buzzed with frantic energy, the hum of evacuation roaring louder than any TIE engine. You sat stiffly on the edge of the tactical command platform beside General Leia Organa—your mother. Your body ached with phantom pain, the deep bruises and slashes from your last encounter with your brother, Kylo Ren, which are still healing.

“Come on, Poe…” you whispered under your breath. Leia stood tall, as always, calm in the centre of the storm. She was focused on the digital map of the Resistance’s evacuation pattern, not showing even the slightest hint of worry. You knew better. Leia’s calm was a facade layered over decades of war, loss, and now, children who’d grown into legends or nightmares.

Your mother’s voice snapped through the air. “What’s the status on the transports?”

A Resistance officer responded, “Almost loaded, General. We’ve got thirty-five percent of the personnel in the final ships.”

You tried to ignore the cold pit in your stomach. The Final ships. The last of the Resistance. If this didn’t work… “General Organa,” came the voice of a comms officer. “Commander Dameron is requesting a direct line to the First Order.”

Your head snapped up, heart skipping. “To Hux?” you questioned, sceptically.

Leia didn’t respond. Instead, she sighed and turned toward the comm station. “Put him through.”

The screen shifted, and there he was—General Armitage Hux, standing tall on the bridge of the First Order’s lead destroyer. His red hair and pristine uniform glistened like the blood on his hands. The man radiated arrogance.

“This is General Hux of the First Order. The Republic is no more. Your fleet are rebel scum and war criminals.”

And then Poe’s voice cut through. “This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic fleet,” he said cheerfully, “I have a message for General Hux.”

Megan couldn’t help but smirk, folding her arms. “Here we go…”

Leia, on the other hand, leaned heavily on the control panel. “Oh no.”

Hux narrowed his eyes. “This is Hux. You and your friends are doomed. We will wipe your filth from—”

“Okay. I’ll hold,” Poe interrupted breezily.

A beat of silence. “What?” Hux blinked, confused.

“Hello?” Poe said again, with a touch of false innocence. “Yeah, I’m still here. Can he hear me?”

The room around you erupted into quiet laughter. Even Leia cracked a tired smile.

“I believe he can,” the technician at the comms station confirmed.

“Good,” Poe said. “Patch him through.”

You shook your head fondly, muttering under your breath, “He’s gonna get himself vaporised one day.”

Leia turned, giving you a look. “Your fiancé is many things. Careful isn’t one of them.”

That look lingered a moment longer than needed, and something unspoken passed between mother and daughter. Leia was asking a question she didn’t voice. Are you sure you’re ready for this again?

You gave a subtle nod as you knew you were. Suddenly the screen flickered, revealing a horrifying sight: a massive First Order Dreadnought descending from hyperspace. Its silhouette filled the display like a black blade falling from the stars.

Leia’s face turned cold. “They’ve deployed a Dreadnought. All personnel to evacuation ships now. Get Commander Dameron back here immediately.”

“Wait,” You interjected, pointing at the display. “Poe’s locking on.”

Leia’s mouth opened to protest—but then the Resistance’s flagship Raddus vibrated with the first of Poe’s attack runs.

“Direct hit on their surface cannons!” an officer shouted.

You watched, adrenaline surging as Poe’s X-wing danced between turbolaser fire and countermeasures. He was reckless, yes, but he was also brilliant. A pilot worthy of the legacy of Solo and Skywalker alike.

Leia’s voice rang out. “Call him off. That’s an order.”

“Commander Dameron,” the officer relayed, “General Organa is asking you to return immediately.”

“Negative, Command,” Poe responded. “I’ve got a chance to take out a Dreadnought. Do you know how many lives we’ll save if I do this?”

Leia stepped forward, pressing the comm. “Disengage, now. That’s an order, Commander.”

“No,” Poe said, simply. “We can do this.” With this Poe turns off his comms.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. You moved toward the console, sliding next to your mother.

“Mum…” You began cautiously.

“No,” Leia said flatly. “He’s risking lives we can’t afford to lose.”

“But he’s—”

“He’s doing what you would do,” Leia interrupted. “What your father would do. And look where that got us.”

The silence after those words was sharper than a blade. You looked down at the control panel, your breath catching in your throat.

Poe’s voice came again. “Bombers, begin your run.” You knew what was coming.

The Resistance’s slow, lumbering bombers soared forward like ancient behemoths. They were easy targets, and the First Order’s cannons found them quickly. One by one, they fell.

“Come on… come on,” You whispered, watching from the screen as Paige Tico’s bomber—the last of the fleet—lurched forward, its payload teetering on failure. Then, with a single, desperate act of bravery, Paige released the bombs. They rained down on the Dreadnought’s vulnerable underbelly. The explosion was staggering—molten fire and shrapnel filled the screen as the Dreadnought was reduced to space debris. Cheers erupted throughout the base but Leia didn’t cheer, she turned away. You didn’t cheer either, your eyes stayed on the list of pilots—dozens of green lights turning red,  and Poe returned, triumphant—and entirely unaware of the cost.

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Poe walked through the blast doors, helmet under his arm, still wearing that cocky smile that made you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.

“Commander Dameron,” Leia said, voice cold as the void, with that Leia slapped him. You both taken back by this reaction.

“General,” he replied, setting down his helmet. “We took out that Dreadnought. That was a fleet killer—”

“We lost half our bomber fleet,” Leia interrupted sharply.

“Half for a fleet killer!” Poe insisted.

You stepped between them, hands raised. “Okay, can we not do this in front of the entire command staff?” But neither Leia nor Poe backed down.

“There were hero’s on that mission” Poe said, gesturing.

“Dead Hero’s!” Leia snapped. “No Leaders. You are demoted.”

The words hit like a blaster bolt. Poe flinched, then straightened. His pride flickered in his eyes. “General—”

“That’s enough,” Leia said. “Captain Dameron. You’re a good pilot. But being a leader means knowing when to not fight.”

Poe’s gaze turned to you, searching for backup but you only looked at him with conflicted eyes. After a beat, he gave a half-nod and turned away.

You walk outside and you are stood alone on the observation deck of the Raddus, looking out into the stars. Your thoughts were a maelstrom—of Poe, your mother, and most of all, Ben. The last time you had seen him, he’d driven a saber through your father’s heart. The Force still trembled when you thought of it. Footsteps approached behind you.

“You gonna yell at me too?” Poe asked gently.

You smiled faintly. “Tempting.”

He stepped beside you, shoulder brushing hers. “I had to try. That Dreadnought—”

“I know why you did it,” You said, voice tight. “But my mom’s right. You could’ve gotten so many more people killed.”

He sighed. “You sound just like her.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

They stood in silence, then you spoke again. “I can’t lose you too, Poe.”

He looked at you, really looked, a look of pure love. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that,” she said, finally turning to face him. “None of us do.”

Poe reached down and gently took your hand, his fingers brushed the ring. “I cannot believe you got that back on your finger. I really thought I lost you”.

“I never stopped loving you,” You whispered. “But after Ben... I wasn’t myself. I needed time to remember who I was.”

“And?” he asked, lifting your hand to kiss the ring.

“I’m still fiery, stubborn, still the Princess of the Resistance,” you said, smirking. “But I’m yours. If you’ll stop trying to blow up the entire First Order without telling me.”

“No promises,” Poe grinned. You laughed softly, leaning into his warmth as the stars spun on, and the storm loomed just over the horizon.

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When Finn woke up, he was drenched, confused, and naked from the waist down.

“Finn?” Poe’s voice echoed across the medbay. “Hey, buddy!”

You trailed right behind Poe as the former stormtrooper stumbled forward in a hospital gown leaking bacta fluid, you tried not to laugh. “You look like a malfunctioning fountain.”

Finn blinked. “What… where’s Rey? What happened? Why am I leaking?!”

Poe grinned, reaching to steady him. “You took a saber to the back, remember?”

You stepped closer. “Kylo Ren nearly killed you. Rey brought you back.”

“Rey? Where is she?” Finn asked, trying to pull off the ridiculous chest sensor pads as he walked.

“She took off to find Skywalker,” You explained, her voice gentling. “She thought he could help turn the tide.”

Leia entered then, calm as always despite the chaos outside. “She believed in him,” the General said softly. “She believed he could still make a difference.”

Finn frowned. “She left me.”

“No,” you said firmly. “She left to protect you. And all of us.”

Leia held out a small device—sleek, palm-sized, with a gentle blue glow. “This is a binary beacon. Rey has the twin of it. As long as we have this, she can find her way back to us.”

Finn took it carefully. “We just wait, then?”

“That’s all we can do,” Leia replied.

A sudden tremor shook the ship—subtle but unmistakable. “What the hell was that?” Poe muttered. A tech officer’s voice crackled through the intercom: “General Organa, multiple ships have exited hyperspace behind us—First Order vessels. They’ve tracked us!”

“They tracked us through lightspeed? That’s impossible!” You barked, already moving toward the command centre.

“No, it’s not,” Finn murmured. “Snoke’s ship—he mentioned something… tracking tech. He said we’d never get away.”

Poe’s eyes darkened. “Then we’ve got no time to waste.” He turned toward Leia. “Permission to jump in an X-wing and blow something up?”

Leia arched a brow. “Permission granted. Make it count.”

“Hell yeah,” Poe grinned, turning to run. You followed, not missing a beat. “You’re not going out there without backup.”

Poe looked at her sideways. “I thought you were benched.”

“I’m walking,” you said, smirking. “Benching’s over.”

Poe grabbed your hand as you ran through the corridor. “You know, you’re really bad at sitting still.”

“And you’re really bad at not crashing expensive starships,” you quipped, breathless.

You stopped at the edge of the hangar bay. Technicians were scrambling, prepping fighters as klaxons screamed overhead. Poe turned to you, brow furrowed. “You sure you’re up for this?”

“I’m bleeding emotionally, not physically,” you lied.

He looked down at her side. “That’s not what your ribs say.”

You smiled faintly. “You get in that fighter, I’ll cover you until you’re airborne.”

He took your face in his hands for a brief, stolen moment—eyes searching hers. “Don’t make me come back for you.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’d better come back for me.”

Just as you broke apart and started sprinting again—everything exploded. A blinding white flash tore through the hangar. The floor cracked beneath you. A deafening BOOM followed by a pressure wave hurled you both through the air. Your ears rang and your vision became blurred. You crashed hard—metal against skin. The edge of a platform slammed into your side. Pain lanced through your side like lightning. You gasped as the fire spread from your ribs down your leg. Your fingers fumbled for purchase o n the scorched durasteel floor, but everything swam.

“Y/N!!” Poe’s voice, hoarse. “Y/N!” You tried to speak but couldn’t, your hand found your side—and came away wet. Blood. Everything hurt. Every. Single. Breath.

Across the bay Finn struggled through the smoke, coughing. “Poe?! BB-8?!” He found BB-8 first, the little droid sparking but operational. Poe was barely conscious, a bloodied scratch down one temple. Finn shook him. “Come on, man, wake up!”

Poe groaned, rolling onto his side. “Y/N—where’s Y/N?!”

“I don’t know, I don’t—wait, over there!” Finn spotted the figure collapsed near the ruined stair platform. He sprinted. You wasn’t moving.

A few minutes later medics rushed in, sliding to their knees beside you. Poe knelt, brushing burned strands of hair from your face. “Stay with me, babe,” he whispered. “You’re not leaving me. Not again.”

You coughed, eyelids fluttering. “Don’t yell... too loud… brain’s already ringing.” He choked on a laugh.

“You’re bleeding bad,” Finn said, crouched on her other side. “We’ve gotta get you to medbay.”

You reached up weakly, gripping Poe’s wrist. “You go. Fight. You promised.”

“No,” Poe said. “This is where I stay.”

You smiled faintly. “Then at least kiss me before I pass out.” He bent down and kissed you, quick but full of fire.

“Damn it,” he murmured. “You’re the most stubborn woman in the galaxy.”

“Better than being the second-best pilot,” you whispered, barely audible now. Finn and the medics lifted you onto the stretcher. As they moved you down the corridor, Poe stood frozen, blood on his gloves, watching you vanish into the chaos. BB-8 rolled to his side, beeping softly. Poe took a long breath and turned toward the burning hangar. “Alright, buddy,” he said grimly. “Let’s finish what we started.”

In the cold vacuum beyond the Resistance fleet, a sleek TIE Silencer sliced through space like a vengeful phantom. Inside the cockpit, Kylo Ren’s gloved hands hovered over the controls, his breath ragged beneath the mask. His target was in sight. The main command centre. His mother. His sister. He closed his eyes, and through the Force—he felt them. Leia’s presence was calm, anchored. A warm ember. Yours was a storm. Flickering, fractured. You was injured. Bleeding. Afraid—but not for yourself. She was afraid for Leia. Ben’s jaw clenched. Memories pierced his mind like knives. Childhood laughter echoing in the corridors of the Falcon, Leia tucking him and you into bed, Han teasing him about being too serious while you tried to steal the steering yoke. A time before shadows. His finger hovered over the trigger. And then… he hesitated. The Force trembled. He didn’t pull it, but the others did. Two TIEs flanking his Silencer opened fire. Red bolts screamed through space and ripped through the Raddus’s command bridge. Inside, explosions erupted—fire, debris, and silence. Leia Organa was blown into the vacuum.

You bolted upright on the medical cot, pain shooting up your side. Alarms were blaring. The shift in gravity, the hum of damaged systems—you felt it before the nurses even reacted. Something was wrong.

“Leia—” she gasped. “My mother—”

“Y/N, lie back—” a medic began. You shoved him aside.

The medbay doors burst open. Poe ran in, panting, soot smudged across his jacket.

“Y/N!!”

“Poe!” she cried, trying to stand, but her knees buckled.

He caught you, holding you upright, heart pounding against yours. “You can’t move—”

“She’s gone,” you whispered, staring past him. “Leia. She’s gone.”

“No… she’s not,” Poe said, pulling back. “She’s alive.”

You blinked, confused, desperate. “What?”

“She’s out there—she was blasted into space, but—” Poe hesitated, still stunned by what he’d seen. “She pulled herself back.”

Your breath caught. “With the Force?”

Poe nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Behind him, the medbay doors slid open again. A team of medics rolled in a stretcher, as they brought Leia in. She was pale, unmoving, encased in a thin veil of frost and starlight. Her face was peaceful, but her presence in the Force was faint. Flickering.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no—” You pushed away from Poe, nearly falling again. “Mum!”

Poe grabbed you. “Easy, Y/N/N—you’re not fine!”

“I am fine—!”

“You’re not!” Poe’s voice cracked. “You're bleeding again. You ripped your stitches and your lung's barely holding. You have to lie down.”

“Let me go! I need—” you broke off, tears burning hot trails down your cheeks as you stared at your mother’s still form. “I need her,” you whispered, voice shattering.

Poe pulled you back into his arms, steadying you as medics rushed Leia past you. You clung to him like you was drowning. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into her hair. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You trembled in his arms. “I felt her slipping away. I thought… I thought she was gone like Dad.”

“She’s not,” Poe said. “She’s stronger than that. So are you.”

A medic stepped in, cautious. “Commander Dameron—she needs to be sedated. Her vitals are spiking—she’s tearing her side open.”

“I said I’m fine!” You growled, pushing the oxygen mask away.

“She’s not,” the medic said gently to Poe. “If she keeps this up, her lung could collapse again.”

Poe looked at you, holding her jaw. “Y/N/N. Hey. Look at me.” You met his eyes, furious and terrified. “Leia’s gonna be okay,” he said. “But she needs you to be okay too. Don’t make me lose you. Not today.”

You wanted to argue, you always did, but this time, you collapsed against him, your strength draining out like blood through bandages. “Alright,” you whispered barely audible. “Alright.”

Moments later Finn stood quietly in the hallway, cradling the binary beacon in his hands. He’d found it—dropped in the chaos when Leia had been brought back in. The beacon still glowed, weak but steady. A symbol of hope. Of Rey. Of survival. BB-8 beeped beside him, low and mournful. Finn didn’t say anything, he just looked toward the closed doors of the medbay—where the Princess of the Resistance lay broken and the General of the Resistance lay comatose. The war wasn’t over. But the cost of it weighed heavier than ever.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 7

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Injuries, implied smut and actual SMUT!

Word Count: 4.3k

The light on D’Qar filtered through the narrow blinds in soft gold shafts, catching in the dust that floated through the air like lazy stardust. For the first time in what felt like forever, you stirred in your cot without flinching. No pain in your side. No nightmares in your head. No overwhelming weight crushing your chest the second you opened your eyes.

Just… stillness.

You blinked against the morning light and rolled toward the other side of the bed you didn’t expect to feel it empty. Your fingers brushed the cool sheets where warmth should’ve been. No familiar weight beside you. No smart-ass voice muttering something about you stealing the blankets. No Poe.

Your brows furrowed as you sat up slowly, stretching out your sore shoulder. The scar from your fight with Ben—no, Kylo—still ached like hell when you moved too fast. You ignored it. You was used to ignoring pain by now. But this... this emptiness in the room was new.

You stepped into the hallway and made your way through the bustling Resistance base. It was already alive with noise—mechanics shouting across the hangar, engines roaring, droids beeping in sharp, clipped urgency. You still cannot see Poe, your stomach twisted in that annoying way it always did when something was off.

Command was quiet when you entered—less chaos, more tension. Your mum stood at the centre of the room, her sharp eyes scanning a glowing blue star map. She didn’t look up until you was practically standing beside her.

“You sent him, didn’t you?” you asked, arms folded tightly across your chest.

Leia looked up, calm but unreadable. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Don’t deflect,” you said, voice harder now. “Where is he?”

Leia’s sigh was soft, but the kind of soft that carried years of war behind it. “A last-minute recon. Intel came in on a First Order weapons drop on Varnik IV. He left early. We didn’t want to wake you.”

“Didn’t want to wake me?” Your tone sharpened. “I’m not some fragile broken thing you tuck into bed while the real heroes go out to die.”

“You’re not cleared for missions,” Leia said flatly.

“Then un-clear me. Or don’t. Either way, I should’ve known.”

Leia didn’t argue. She simply looked at her daughter, the weight of decades behind her gaze. “You’d have gone after him.”

“Damn right I would’ve.”

Without waiting for permission, You turned and stalked toward the comms bay. “Get me Black Leader’s channel,” you told the technician. He hesitated for a second, then scrambled to obey. A moment later, static crackled over the speaker—then Poe’s voice came through, rich and familiar, laced with static and swagger.

“Yeah, Black Leader here. You miss me already?”

You exhaled slowly, relief creeping into her voice like sunlight after stormclouds. “I might’ve, if someone told me you were leaving in the middle of the night but no you left like a coward.”

“Coward?” Poe laughed. “That’s a bold word from someone still in bed drooling on my side of the pillow.”

“I don’t drool. I smirk in my sleep.”

“Well, that’s terrifying.” A pause. “Wait, are you jealous I left without saying goodbye?”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth tugged up in a grin. “Don’t flatter yourself, Flyboy. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t crash without me there to save your ass.”

“Ah, there’s my Princess.”

You tried not to react to the nickname, but your throat tightened slightly. It had started as a joke—mocking your royal lineage. Somewhere along the way, it stuck. Poe had a way of making even that sound like a term of endearment.

“You worried about me, Princess?”

“Of course not,” you said airily. “But if your ship gets blown out of the sky, I am going to need a new jacket. And that’s my favourite one.”

“Oh, so it’s your jacket now?”

“It’s always been mine. You just happen to wear it sometimes.”

Poe laughed—loud, real, and warm. For a second, it was like none of the bad had happened. No war. No Kylo Ren. No distance between them. Just her and him and that impossible connection that neither of them could break, no matter how hard she tried.

“Seriously,” she said, her voice softening, “be careful.”

“Copy that Princess. I’ve got your voice in my ear. Hard to mess anything up with that kind of motivation.”

“Flattery doesn’t get you back in my bed, Dameron.”

“No?” he teased. “What about kisses? Stolen ones? Daring rescues? Dashing good looks?”

“You’re pushing your luck, Poe.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

You could hear the grin in his voice. Damn him. Damn him for always making you smile when you wanted to stay angry.

“Just… come back in one piece,” she said finally. “Don’t make me chase after you.”

“You threatening me, Princess?”

“I’m warning you.”

There was a pause—just long enough for something unspoken to settle between them.

“I’ll come back,” Poe said quietly. “You’ve got my word.”

The channel cut off and you stood there in silence for a moment, staring at the console. Your fingers brushed your side again—where the ring used to sit, before everything went sideways. Maybe they weren’t back to where they used to be. But maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as far off course as you feared.

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The Resistance base slumbered beneath soft, mechanical hums but you were wide awake, adrenaline flooding through your system like ice water. You bolted upright, gasping. You felt him. Poe. The Force screamed with alarm — flickering pain, pressure, something sharp that didn’t belong. You got out of bed and down the corridor before your mind caught up.

“Where is Black Leader’s squad?” You demanded as you burst into the command centre. Your braid was still coming undone, sleepwear peeking from under your- well Poe’s jacket, but no one dared question her.

“Final position was grid 3-5-Aurek. Comms were lost after an ambush.”

“Try again. Get me his comms.”

“Commander Solo, we’ve—he won’t answer—”

“He will answer me.” You demanded

Silence. The comms officer didn’t argue. He tapped at his panel and rerouted Poe’s encrypted frequency. Static. Then— “...Princess?”

You exhaled hard, fingers gripping the console. “There you are, flyboy.”

Poe appeared on screen, pale and bloodied, propped against the interior of a damaged fighter. You quickly dismiss the comm’s officers and you go into a private room and close the doors.

Your voice softened but stayed firm. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ve had worse,” he said, voice low and teasing.

“That line again? I should slap you through the comm.”

“Wouldn’t mind. I am actually missing your hands.”

Despite herself, she grinned. “You idiot.”

He shifted, wincing. Blood streaked his temple, and gauze wrapped tight around his ribs. “Still look good, though, right?”

“Always.” You winked

You stared at each other, the moment stretched. Then Poe reached into his flight vest and slowly pulled out the chain hanging around his neck. Hanging from it: your engagement ring. Next to it, the delicate gold band that had once belonged to his mother.

“I never took it off,” he said quietly. “Even when you gave it back.”

Your throat caught. “You’ve been carrying that this whole time?”

“Yeah. Right where it belongs.” He tapped his chest. “You and her, the two women who taught me how to fight and how to love.”

Megan’s breath trembled. “You make it so hard to stay mad at you.”

“Then stop trying.”

Your laughed. Soft. Shaky. Then bit your lip. Poe leaned closer to the console. “You’re biting that lip, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“I know that look, Princess. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh, I’m thinking things,” you said, eyes flashing. “Not exactly safe-for-briefing.”

His grin deepened. “Stars, I missed your mouth.”

“I bet you missed everything.”

“Your moans,” he said lowly. “Your nails. The way you look underneath me, flushed and defiant.”

“Poe Dameron,” you teased, voice a breathy warning. “You’re injured.”

“And still hard for you.”

You laughed again, openly this time. “You’re impossible.”

“And you,” he murmured, “are currently all I can think about. I want to do is strip you bare, kiss every inch, pin your wrists above your head, and remind you exactly how good we are together.”

You sighed into the comm, heat flooding her core. “Maker, I miss you.”

“Tell me, Princess,” he whispered. “Say it.”

“I miss the way you kiss me like you’ll never stop,” you said. “I miss the taste of you. I miss riding you until I can’t see straight. Until I scream so loud the whole base hears it.”

Poe groaned, head tipping back. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Then die knowing exactly what I’m going to do to you the second you’re back in my bed.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m going to kiss every scar. I’m going to ride you until you beg. Then I’ll make you scream my name like you did last time. Only louder.”

His eyes fluttered. “I’ll have you gasping, trembling—ring on your finger, my hands everywhere, until you forget we ever broke up.”

“I already forgot,” she said, breath hitching. “All I can remember is how good you make me feel. How much I need you.”

“You’ll have me, baby,” he rasped. “You’ll have every damn inch.”

“And when you’re healed?”

“When I’m healed,” he said, voice dropping dangerously low, “you’ll be sore for days.”

You let out a quiet moan, then didn’t bother hiding the next one. As you begin to reach between your trousers and start circling your clit- the place you needed to feel pleasure the most. You let your eyes closed for a second and imagine its Poe’s hands, you let out another loud moan.

Poe chuckled, dark and proud. “Still sensitive, huh?”

“Always for you,” you whispered.

“You going to scream my name again?”

“I might already be close. When you are home I want you to land harder than your X-Wing, flyboy ”

He groaned. “You better stop before I wreck this entire cockpit.”

“Poe,” you whispered, hips shifting in your seat, as you continue to rub your clit, “I want you. Now. Here.”

“Secure channel,” he reminded her. “No one’s listening.” You can hear the faint moans coming from Poe, you know he is pleasuring himself right now too.

You gasped softly as you begin building pressure, your breath catching as you leaned toward the screen. “Tell me what you’ll do.”

“I’ll pull you onto my lap,” he murmured, ragged and needy. “Bury myself so deep you forget the war. You’ll claw at me, ride me so tight I see stars.”

She whimpered. “Poe—” You can feel yourself starting to get close.

“You’ll scream,” he said. “Loud. And you’ll wear that ring while you come.” Poe’s breath has become rapid and deep and I know he is close too. You let out a soft cry, head tipping back as you can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Let me hear you. Let me hear what I’ve been dying to have again.” You obeyed and continued to scream his name. He listened, trembling, chest rising hard, as you fell apart whispering his name.

Poe comes quickly after you, telling you how perfect you are and how he cannot wait to make this a reality. When the call dropped minutes later, your legs were still shaking but your smile was steady. That night you feel asleep easily as for the first time in a little while everything seems to be going your way.

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The alarms woke you, not the loud ones, not sirens, not blaring red lights. The quiet ones. The hurried shuffle of boots outside your door. The coded murmur over the intercom. The phrase that sliced through her stomach like a blade:

“Incoming evac. One squad. One critical.”

You was out of bed before her brain caught up. Your bare feet slapped the cold floor as you sprinted down the corridor in nothing but your leggings, tank top, and Poe’s old flight jacket that you have stole

You didn't need confirmation, you knew. The Force vibrated through your ribs — unsteady, pained, alive. You tore through the base, ignoring the stunned techs, the guards calling your name, the way your heart was beating too fast to survive. Your braid slapped against your back as you took the final turn into the medbay corridor.

Your breath punched out of her chest. “Poe.”

Blood soaked half his flight suit. His left leg was mangled, wrapped in makeshift bandages. His head lolled, face pale beneath soot and bruises. One eye was swollen shut. The chain around his neck glittered with the weight of two rings — yours, and his mother’s.

“Move!” one of the medics barked, pushing your back as they rushed him past. You didn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. The medic shoved you again. “Commander, you can’t be here. We need to stabilize him.”

You snapped. “Like hell I can’t.”

You threw your arm out and sent the medbay doors crashing open with a violent Force shove and throw the medic that was just talking to you out the way. The blast startled half the crew inside, knocking trays off tables and rattling the ceiling lights. The room stopped. Cold. Eyes wide. You stalked in, fury in your bones and love pouring from your eyes like fire.

“Y/N, wait—!” You hear a Lieutenant shout from behind you. You didn’t reply.

They were trying to intubate him, and his body was seizing slightly — shock setting in. His mouth moved but no sound came.

You stormed to the gurney, grabbed the nearest medic by the front of his shirt. “If he dies, I will burn this entire system to the ground.”

The man nodded — terrified — and stepped back. Your hands went to Poe’s face, cradling him, your forehead against his. “I’m here,” you whispered. “You’re home. I’ve got you.”

Poe stirred, barely. “...Princess...?”

She bit back a sob. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

The medics reluctantly gave you space — knowing who you was. Whose daughter you was. And just how much the man on the table meant to you.

You didn’t leave him, even as they worked. You held his hand through the injections. Sat beside him when he passed out. Waited. Until he stabilized. Until they gave you the nod — and cleared the room. Only then did she climb into the bed beside him. Only then did you let herself break.

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He woke hours later. The lights were low, the medbay silent. But he felt you. Before he opened his eyes, before his mind caught up — he felt you. Your weight beside him. Your scent — fuel, sweat, and the perfume you swore you didn’t wear. Your hand in his hair, gently threading through it.

He blinked slowly. “You break into here?”

“Like I wasn’t invited,” you murmured, not moving.

“Force forbid I miss you a little too much,” he rasped.

You shifted to hover over him. Your fingers traced the edge of the bandage over his ribs. “You almost died, Poe.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Idiot.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, voice rough. “But I’m your idiot.”

Your mouth crushed into his, it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t polite, it was two people who had waited way too long for permission. His hand tangled in your jacket, dragging you down with him as he kissed you like the war had never touched them. Like your ring had never come off. Like you had never broken apart.

“Careful,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m full of stitches.”

“I don’t care,” you said, breath hot and shaking. “If I don’t touch you right now, I might lose my mind.”

He tilted his head. “That bad?”

“I felt you bleeding, Poe. Through the Force. Through everything. I thought you were—” your voice broke, the words catching like thorns.

He hushed you with a hand on your cheek. “I’m here. You’ve got me.”

You nodded, then slowly peeled the jacket from your shoulders, revealing the thin tank beneath. His eyes darkened immediately — injured or not you always had this affect on Poe.

“I should be resting,” he muttered.

“You can rest after I’m done kissing every scar on your body.”

There is a moment of silence then Poe breaks, “Stars, marry me right now.”

You laughed — choked and teary— then kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then his neck, down to his chest, just above the bruises. He sucked in a breath, heat spiralling under your touch.

Your fingers found the chain around his neck, where both rings still hung. You pulled it gently, drawing the jewellery into your palm.

“You wore it the whole time,” you whispered.

“Never took it off.” His eyes held yours, full of stubborn pride and raw vulnerability. “Even when I thought I was gonna die.”

You slipped the chain off his neck slowly, reverently. Pulled the ring off and slid it back onto your finger. It fit like it never left. “Don’t make a bit deal out of it” you laughed. Then you kissed him again — deeper this time, your hips settling against his slowly, cautiously, but with intent. Your braced your hands on either side of his head.

“Tell me to stop,” she breathed. “If it hurts.”

“It hurts not to have you.”

Your mouths crashed together again — all teeth and tongue full of need and passion. His hands roamed up you thighs, fingertips brushing skin he knew by memory. You whimpered when he found the place behind your knee that always made you melt.

You moved together with care — not out of shyness, but reverence. This was more than lust. It was reunion. It was forgiveness. It was two people who had seen the edge of death and still chosen each other.

When you finally guided him in, slow and tender, your foreheads pressed together, the world stilled. The Force wrapped around you like silk — not fire this time, but gravity. A pulse of shared breath and skin and love. He groaned, biting your shoulder. “Still fits like it was made for me.”

You gasped, moving gently above him. “That’s because it was, Dameron.”

His hands gripped your hips, weak but steady. “I’m not gonna last.”

“You don’t need to.” you kissed his ear. “Just stay with me. Stay in me. I don’t care about anything else right now.”

He did, just that. When it ended, you lay tangled together, breathless, shaking, your head against his chest, his hand cradling your back and for the first time in weeks, maybe months, you were quiet. Not because there was nothing left to say — but because everything had been said in the way you touched. The way you chose each other again. The way the ring sparkled on your finger.

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That night you struggled to sleep, you watched as Poe slept peacefully beside you curled up in the medbay cot. You eventually let sleep overcome you once you knew he was okay. The first thing you did when you woke up was to check Poe’s vitals to make sure he was still breathing.

“You’re staring,” Poe said with a smirk.

“I’m admiring,” you corrected, perched on the edge of his medbed. “Technically different.”

“Technically still staring.”

“You’re not exactly hard to look at, Dameron. Even half-dead.”

He winced and shifted. “Flirting while I’m injured? Bold move.”

“Worked last night.”

Poe chuckled. “Worked a lot last night.”

Your smile turned downright smug. “You weren’t complaining.”

“Princess,” he said, low and teasing, “I couldn’t even speak at one point.”

You leaned in, your fingers ghosting over the edge of his blanket. “You’re lucky the medics didn’t throw me out.”

He gave you a look. “Y/N. You Force-shoved one of them into a tray rack.”

“He was in my way.”

“He had a clipboard and a mild concussion.”

“Which healed,” you said sweetly, “miraculously.”

Poe snorted. “Stars help whoever tries to come between you and me again.”

There was a beat of shared silence — the kind that lingered in the aftermath of a war-torn reunion, when everything felt too fragile and too good at the same time. There silence was broken short when the door hissed open. Both of you froze.

Leia stood in the doorway, arms folded, eyes like ice crystals forged on Hoth.

You blinked. “Hi, Mum.”

Leia stepped forward. “Commanders.”

Poe instinctively sat straighter and you immediately looked guilty.

Leia shut the door behind her. The click echoed like a sentence being passed. “I trust you’re both aware of the disaster you’ve created.”

Poe cleared his throat. “Define disaster.”

“Don’t,” you muttered under your breath to him.

Leia didn’t waste time. “Let’s begin,” she said sharply, “with the unauthorized use of a restricted medical facility. Y/N, you forced your way in after hours, assaulted a medic, and ignored every rule in the chain of command.”

“He wasn’t hurt—”

“He filed a report, Y/N!” You winced at her sudden tone. Leia turned to Poe. “And you—why didn’t you stop her?”

“I was drugged, concussed, and had a very angry Jedi climbing on top of me. What would you have done?”

Leia didn’t blink. “Not moaned so loud the nurses had to leave the ward.”

You choked and Poe tried not to smile.

“You two had sex,” Leia said flatly, “in the medbay.”

“Well technically it was... more of a reunion—”

“In the medbay.”

“I mean, I made sure his IV line stayed in.”

“Y/N.” You shut your mouth. Leia crossed her arms tighter. “There are private quarters for that kind of thing. People are in here recovering from actual injuries. No one wants to hear orgasmic declarations of love between the blaster burns.”

Poe muttered, “I kept it down.”

Leia turned to him. “You said, and I quote, ‘I want to die buried inside you, Princess.’”

Poe looked at you. “...That was a good line, though.”

You grinned. “I swooned.”

Leia raised a hand. “Nope. I am not doing this. I am not reliving a play-by-play of my daughter’s erotic escapades in a healing ward.”

“Technically,” You said, not learning your lesson, “he was being healed during—”

“Stop. Talking.” Leia exhaled through her nose like she was trying very hard not to Force-choke them both. “And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse — the comms.”

“Oh gods,” You groaned.

“Encrypted doesn’t mean untraceable,” Leia snapped. “You two broadcasted a full three-minute voice recording to auxiliary channels. Do you know who listens to those?”

“Pilots?” Poe offered.

“Command, ops, intelligence, comms officers, and one incredibly traumatized kitchen droid.”

“I told you I pressed the wrong button,” you said. “It was meant to be deleted.”

“Well, instead of deleting it,” Leia snapped, “you sent it to half the base. They were halfway through a strategy meeting when your voice came on saying, ‘I want you to land harder than your X-Wing, flyboy.’”

You looked at Poe. “I don’t remember saying that.”

Poe smiled. “You definitely did.”

Leia held up her hand like she wasn’t finished — because she wasn’t. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten the incident on the flight deck.”

You stiffened. Leia turned her gaze to Poe. “You punched a Resistance pilot.”

“He was a sleaze—”

“He was someone Y/N slept with during your breakup. Poor decision? Absolutely. But not worth a fistfight on an active launch pad in front of twenty-five personnel, two droids, and a visiting diplomat.”

You muttered, “He had it coming.”

Leia’s voice was sharp. “The base doesn’t need all your personal drama. They need leaders. They need someone professional. But what do they get?”

She counted it off on her fingers now.

“Y/N sleeping with pilots on base. Poe punching pilots and causing a public scrap. Breaking into the medbay. Using the Force to hurt a medic. Using a secure comms link to broadcast foreplay. And now? Openly having sex in the medical ward. Loudly.”

You and Poe both fell completely silent. Leia stared at them both. “I should write you both up. Demote you. Stick you on patrol with rookies.”

“You wouldn’t,” Poe said softly.

“I might.”

“You love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

You let out a breath, cheeks flushed. “We know we screwed up.”

“We’re not trying to make excuses,” Poe added. “We’re trying to... put ourselves back together. It’s just messy.”

Leia’s gaze dropped — and landed on the glint of metal on your hand, she saw the ring. Leia’s mouth pressed into a thin line and then, slowly, softened. “You put it back on.”

You nodded and Leia exhaled. “I love you both,” she said finally. “Together. Even when you drive me insane. You’re stubborn, fiery, reckless—exactly like your father.”

Poe blinked. “Thank you... I think.” You reply.

Leia turned to Poe. “And you? You’re the only person stubborn enough to love her through it.”

You both stayed quiet. “I know you make each other happy,” Leia said. “But for the love of every blasted system in the Mid Rim—behave yourselves on base.”

A beat passed and you grinned. “So... should we cancel our plans to christen the Starcruiser hangar?”

Leia’s look could’ve melted durasteel. “I swear, if I hear one more moan echoing off the medbay walls, I will assign you both to sanitation duty for a month.”

“Together?” Poe asked, hopeful. The door slammed shut as Leia left.

Poe turns his attention back to you, you are curled up into him on the bed, trying your hardest not to put too much pressure on him. You look up and start looking over his injuries. He holds your head in hands and slowly brushes your cheek.

“You think she meant it?” Poe asked.

“She always means it,” you said, curled against his side.

He reached over, brushing his fingers along the ring. “You’re still wearing it.”

“I’m never taking it off again. Me and you against the galaxy flyboy.”

“Always Princess”

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 6

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of injuries, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3.8k

It was your first mission back, its been a couple of months since everything unravelled with Poe. You are starting to rebuild but it definitely hasn’t been easy. Your mum put you and Poe on the mission together she said ‘I trust Poe, he is the man you need for your first mission back’ but I knew deep down it was because she was silently routing for us.

It was a small recon mission in the outer mid-rim. Our two X-Wings. Clear weather. Light patrol. No real danger… but you wouldn’t know that from how tight Poe’s formation is.

You and Poe soar in perfect tandem — not because you’re trying, but because after all the hurt and distance, you still fly like two pieces of the same star map.

You turn on your comms “Dameron, you gonna give me space or are you planning to climb into my cockpit mid-flight?”

You can feel Poe smirking “Just making sure you remember how to fly, Princess.”

“Please. I could fly circles around you with my eyes closed.”

“Still not taking chances. Not after last time.” His voice has become low.

You glance at your HUD — his ship’s flying ridiculously close. He’s shadowing your every move. “Poe… it’s a milk run. We’re checking for half-dead satellites and dust. There’s nothing out here.”

“Exactly. Which is when the worst stuff usually shows up. That’s rule number three.”

You sign “Since when do you follow your own rules?”

He smirks “Since I got put on a mission with someone who nearly bled out last time she disobeyed them.”

That silences you. You glance at the controls, guilt gnawing in your chest. The flirtation falls away, tension creeping back in. “I didn’t mean for you to see me like that. On the table. Broken.”

Poe’s tone turned gentle “I didn’t care how you looked. I cared that you were still breathing.” A moment of silence between you. You bank slightly left. Poe immediately mirrors you.

“You’re still doing it.” You mutter through the comms

“Doing what?”

“Flying like I’m fragile.”

“Not fragile. Just not expendable.” He states firmly

“You gonna say that to Rix next time you break his nose?”

Poe groans in return “Depends if he keeps looking at you like that in the mess hall.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t push it further. There’s a beat of calm. The stars stretch endlessly before you. You can hear Poe’s breathing over the comms. It’s steady. Grounding. For a second, it’s just like it used to be. Then “I missed this.” Circulates your comms. You swallow, heart catching in your throat. “Me too.” You responded.

Control Tower then take control of your comms“Squadron Six, you’re clear. Return to base.”

As your ships turn back toward Resistance headquarters, Poe stays close. Not crowding you — not anymore. But close enough that if anything did go wrong, he’d be there in half a second. He doesn't trust the galaxy. But he still trusts you — and maybe, just maybe, that means something.

The mission is over. Poe and you return to base, your X-Wings resting quietly in the hangar. The adrenaline fades. The silence between them isn't uncomfortable — it's loaded. Unsaid things hang in the air like smoke after blaster fire.

Leia had them debrief separately with the command staff… but they both drift toward the quiet observation deck overlooking the hangar when it's over. Alone. A familiar, private place. The spot where they used to sneak caf at 3 a.m., trace star charts, kiss in the shadows. Poe stands, arms crossed, watching maintenance crews bustle below. You enter silently. He hears you, he doesn’t turn right away. “You gonna tell me I flew too recklessly again?” you ask softly.

Poe turns around slowly “You didn’t. You flew perfect.”

You pause beside him. The silence stretches between you, fragile but real. “You were protective.” You state.

Poe looks down trying to not make eye contact “You were hurt, Y/N/N. You almost died. I can’t— I can’t just go back to flying like nothing happened.”

You are still watching him and trying to make eye contact “I’m not made of glass.”

Poe turns to look at you, this time his eyes raw. “No. You’re made of fire. And that’s what scares the hell out of me.”

You look away, chest tightening. “I didn’t sleep with Rix to punish you.” you blurt out.

“Then what was it for?” He snaps.

You hesitate, not sure how to answer. “To feel like someone still wanted me. That I wasn’t just broken wreckage orbiting everyone’s pity.”

Poe’s expression cracks. “You think that’s what I feel when I look at you?” you can see the hurt in his eyes as you start to step forward.

“I don’t know what you feel anymore.” The is a pause and Poe closes the gap between you both.

Poe’s voice becomes quiet and starts to tremble. “When I saw you bleeding… I thought I’d lost you. And when you walked away after we broke up, it felt worse than losing you to your brother. Because you made the choice to leave.” You blink back tears. Neither of you says anything. He reaches for your hand, hesitating before touching it.  “I never stopped—” Poe started.

That’s when the door to the observation deck slams open. Rix Varo strides in like he owns the place, cocky and reckless, blood still faintly dried in the corner of his lip from the last time Poe hit him. Two other pilots trail behind him, arms folded — an audience. “Well, if it isn’t the power couple — or whatever’s left of it.” He mocks.

Poe’s hand drops from yours instantly. “What do you want, Rix?” you asked coldly.

Rix begins to smirk, “Just wondering how it feels, Dameron. Watching someone else get what you lost.”

Poe steps forward “Back off.” He warns.

“Touchy. Thought we were over fists. Though I gotta say, I didn’t mind the aftermath. Got sympathy drinks all night. And stories to tell. And a good lay.”

“You’re disgusting.” You spit out

Rix shrugs in reply “You didn’t think that whilst I took your clothes off and went down on you?”

Poe steps between you two. Your chest is burning now, fists clenched. “You came up here to stir shit, Varo? You wanna relive last week’s beating that bad?” Poe asks through gritted teeth.

Rix leans in, his voice is cold. “I came to remind you… she came to me. Begged for it. Wrapped herself around me so tight like you were already dead. So, go ahead, Dameron. Be the noble hero. But don’t pretend she didn’t love how easy I made it.”

You begin shaking  “Stop.” You beg

But Poe’s already lost it. He punches Rix. Hard. Rix stumbles back, but this time he swings back — a full-out brawl erupts. The two other pilots try to intervene, but it’s chaos. Poe’s knuckles split again. Rix grabs his collar and throws him into a wall.

“Enough!” You yell. You step between them, fury in your eyes. Rix breathes heavily, bloodied again. Poe’s chest rises and falls, his rage barely contained. Leia’s voice crackles over the comm panel nearby, a security alarm triggered by the fight. “Poe. Y/N. Rix. Report to Command. Now.”

Dead silence. Rix wipes his mouth, smirking at you.  “Still think I’m the bad guy, sweetheart?”

“No. I think you’re pathetic.” You are quick to reply.

“I’ve been called worse. Usually by you.” he shoots you a wink which makes you feel sick. He turns and leaves, limping, dragging his ego behind him. The other pilots follow, leaving just you and Poe in the wreckage of the moment.

All that can be hurt is the sound of Poe’s breathe as he tries to calm himself down  “Sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No. I should’ve never gone near him. This is all my fault.” You interrupt.

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it is. I let him twist something that didn’t mean anything into a weapon. Against you. Against us.” You step closer, gently taking his hand. His knuckles are raw, bleeding.

“You’re always getting hurt over me.” You let out a loud sigh

“Worth it.” He smiles faintly as he winks

You sigh, pulling out a med patch from your utility belt and gently pressing it to his skin. “You need to stop fighting everyone for me.”

Poe winches as you start to tend to fist  “Then stop giving me reasons to.” A beat. That sting sits between you both. Leia’s voice again comes through the comm panel, sharper this time. “NOW, Dameron. Solo. Don’t make me come get you.”

You both look at each other. “Ready to face the General?” Poe asks, you shake your head. “Not even remotely.” But you go — side by side, like always. Even broken, even bruised, something in you both still aligns.

The air feels heavier than usual as you walk your way to meet your mum. Tables are full, but conversation drops asyou enter. You can feel it — the whispers. The sideways looks. You cross toward the caf station, eyes fixed forward, but the murmurs chase you like shadows.

“That’s her.” “The General’s daughter and Varo?” “Can you believe Poe punched a guy over her?” “I heard she begged Varo to take her to bed.” “Not exactly the Resistance royalty we thought, huh?”

You grip the edge of the table. Hard. Jaw tight. Across the room, Poe stares — and for the first time, he doesn’t come to her defence. His bruised hand flexes against the cup he holds.

You stand at attention in front of your mother’s desk. Poe is seated beside you, arms crossed, quiet but clearly still fuming. Leia stands behind her desk, no trace of warmth in her expression.

“Explain. Now.” Leia demands sternly

Poe grits his teeth “He provoked it—” he started

“I’m not talking to you, Commander Dameron. I’m talking to my daughter.” she snaps.

You stiffen. “I lost control.” You mutter quietly.

Leia looks disappointed in you. “I’m not just your mother, Y/N. I’m your General. You’re meant to set the standard. Not drag the Resistance’s reputation through the dirt with bar fights and… and bad choices.”

You can feel you throat tighten, “I didn’t mean for it to get this far.”

“Did you sleep with Varo?” she asks

Poe tenses at the question, you cannot look Leia in the eye. “Yes.” You finally reply after a long pause.

Leia closes her eyes and Poe looks away. “Then what Rix said… how much of it is true?”

“He twisted it. It didn’t mean anything. I was drunk. Broken. I didn’t—”

Leia interrupts you“You’re a Solo. You don’t get to fall apart just because life hurts.”

“That’s not fair.” Poe mutters under his breath.

Leia gives him a stern look hearing what he said. “What’s not fair is that we now have pilots divided over this mess. Some loyal to Poe. Others whispering Y/N traded secrets for sex. That she’s reckless. That she’s—”

“Say it. Say they think I’m a whore.” You shout angrily.

“I’m saying people are losing faith. And I can’t protect you from that.” Leia tries to reason.

“I never asked you to.”

Leia ignores this comment, silence fills the room. “You and Poe will remain on rotation, but not together. Not until this dies down.” She states sternly giving her orders.

“But—” Poe begins to protest

“Not. Together. Dismissed.” She firmly states.

You turn and walks out first, too fast. Poe hesitates a moment, then follows. Poe finds you alone, leaning against a wall, staring at a cracked screen. Her face is blank. “They’re idiots. You know that, right?” you love how still after everything he tries to make you feel okay.

 “Doesn’t matter. Idiots win if they shout loud enough.” You reply.

“You shouldn’t have to explain yourself.”

“I never should’ve touched Rix. He used me. And I let him. You think I am dirty not don’t you?” You can feel yourself breaking.

“Don’t. Don’t say that.” His voice is sharp.

“Because that’s how they look at me. Like I’ve stained something.”

Poe is quiet but intense “I don’t care what they say. I care about what’s left of you. And if you’re still in there, princess…”. He steps closer. “I want to help find her again.” You can hear his voice break.

“I don’t know where she is.” You shrug

“Then we’ll start from scratch. Together.” Poe grabs your hand in his and begins rubbing the back of it.

“I don’t know if I deserve that.” You whisper

“You deserve better than Varo. Better than the version of yourself that gave up.” He is stern.

Your eyes lock — so much pain between them. So much hope, buried under it all. Then the alert siren blares. RED LIGHTS flicker across the corridor. A Base announcement: “All units to battle stations. Incoming First Order signal detected. Repeat: incoming hostile threat.”

“Of course.” Poe moans under his breath

“We’ll talk after.” You shoot him a wink.

“Just… don’t die again. Okay?” he makes it sound like a promise

You offer a ghost of a smile. “Not planning on it, Commander.” You run for your ships — still fractured, still unsure… but maybe, just maybe, still in this together.

The room is buzzing. Pilots file in, suiting up, gearing for battle. Tension laces every movement. The First Order signal is approaching — not a full invasion, but enough to rattle cages. Youwalk in, helmet under arm. Silence hits the room like a blaster shot. You ignore it. You walk straight to your locker, open it and start adjusting your harness. You can feel the eyes. The judgment. The half-whispered words.

“Surprised she’s even flying.” “Bet they had to pull her out of someone’s bed to get her here.” “I heard she tried to sleep with Poe again last night.” “I’d follow Dameron into war, but her? Not sure.”

Across the room, Rix Varo lounges, calm and smug, leaning against a wall with his flight jacket slung over one shoulder. His wingman chuckles beside him. “Shame command’s letting emotion cloud judgment. If I knew promotion came from sleeping up the ladder, I’d have tried sooner.” He starts talking loudly to no one in particular but most of the hanger heard which everyone eyes turn to you.

Poe storms in, jaw tight. Eyes scan the room until they land on you — he can see it instantly, you’re seconds from detonating.

“Everyone, shut up and gear up.” He warns

Rix starts smirking and turns to Poe. “Easy, Commander. Don’t want your girlfriend’s temper blowing us all up before the mission starts.”

You throw your helmet on the bench with a crack. Heads turn and look at you.” I don’t owe any of you a damn explanation. You think I’ve forgotten how to fly? Want to check my kill count? Want to check how many of you I’ve dragged out of fire while you pissed yourselves in a cockpit?” Your voice becomes louder.

You step forward now, voice rising. “You want to talk about mistakes? Let’s count yours. Starting with the fact that some of you are still here because Poe Dameron didn’t let you die.”

The room is dead silent. Your voice begins to tremble as you do your best to hold it in “I lost my father. I nearly died. I’ve been used, shamed, judged—while I bled for this cause. And I still showed up.”

You look at Rix. Straight into his smug face which makes you want to be sick. “You think you won because I slept with you, Rix? You didn’t win. You’re nothing. You’re a boy with a big mouth and nothing to back it up but locker room stories and cheap cologne.”

He opens his mouth— but you cut him off “And if Command wants to ground me, fine. But if I’m flying, I don’t need your respect. Just your silence.”

You turn, helmet in hand, storming toward the hangar. Poe follows instantly. “Damn, Princess. All that rage — wish you brought it to bed instead of the guilt.” Rix shouts at you as you walk past. The next think you know Poe punches Rix again. Straight to the jaw. Harder than last time. Gasps echo. Rix hits the deck. Poe stands over him, fuming. “You don’t talk about her. Not ever. Not again.” He growls.

He turns without waiting for retaliation. You are standing alone by your ship, breathing hard. Your hands are shaking — not from fear, but from overload. Rage. Shame. Heartbreak. Poe approaches, slowly. “I shouldn’t have hit him.” He says disappointed in himself.

“No. You should’ve hit him harder.” You laugh bitterly.

There is a pause and then Poe asked “You okay?”

“No.” You reply instantly. You turn to him “They don’t see me anymore, Poe. They see the mistakes. The rumours. The stain. I’m not Leia’s daughter. I’m just that girl who screwed Varo and shattered the golden couple.”

“I still see you.” he gives you a small smile.

“Do you?”

Poe nods slowly and closes the gap between you. “Yeah. I see the woman who saved me more times than I can count. Who makes terrible decisions sometimes, but never for the wrong reasons. Who still fights — even when everything’s trying to tear her down.”

You blink back tears, and look away quickly. “I didn’t want to cry in front of them.” You quickly wipe your tears escaping your eyes.

Poe rubs his thumb across your cheek “You didn’t. You scorched the room.” A small, broken laugh escapes you. “I’ll fly on your wing.”

You quickly shake your head “Mum said—”

Now its Poe’s turn to shake his head, he grabs the either side your face. “I don’t care what she said. I trust you more than I trust half of them in there. I’d rather go into battle beside someone who feels this than someone who hides behind fake protocol and fake loyalty.”

You can feel your heart beating in your chest “If I screw up—” You doubt yourself.

“I’ve already screwed up more.” He is quick to but in. He hates when your doubt your ability, you are one of the best pilots he knows, and he should know as he trained you. He holds out your gloves which you quickly take them. “Let’s remind them who the hell we are.” He shoots you that killer smile. The smile you haven’t seen in a while. And together, you climb into your ships — fractured, bruised, but not broken.

The Resistance squadron is flying tight through enemy fire — a high-stakes, tactical strike on a First Order outpost. It was supposed to be “simple.” It never is.  You can hear your mum’s voice coming through the command comms “Squadron Two, hold course. Target lock in twenty seconds. Stay in formation.”

Poe is leading the wing. You are close behind him but then suddenly Poe’s X-Wing takes a direct hit to the stabilizers. He spins wildly. “I’m hit! Controls aren’t responding!” You can hear through his comms.

You begin to panic “I’ve got visual, you’re losing altitude—” He’s hurtling toward the side of a canyon — hard, fast.

“Princess, break off. That’s an order. Stay on the strike run.” Leia orders.

“He’s not gonna make it!” You try and plead with her.

“You leave him, Y/N that’s an order!.” She demands

You stare at the readouts. Knuckles white on her controls. Then—you cut from formation.

“Princess just broke off—” “She’s disobeying—”

Comes through the Comms. “Y/N! Don’t you dare!” She sounds desperate but you are already gone.

Poe’s X-wing spins lower, systems dying. He can’t level it. He’s seconds from crashing. Suddenly—Your X-wing dives down beside him, screaming through the air. “What the hell are you doing?!” He shouts through your private comms.

“Saving your stubborn ass!” You lock your stabilizers, forces your ship beneath his, matching his descent. You are bleeding speed, redirecting power. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” He yells.

“Then I die with the only man I ever gave a damn about. Sound fair?!” Using your ship as a guide, you slam into manual override, triggers a grappling magnet lock — something you rigged yourself. It latches onto Poe’s wing and jerks him into her glide path. Your ships scrape, systems scream, but they pull up just before the rocks, skimming the canyon rim. Explosion behind them. They make it. Just barely.

You storm into the debriefing chamber, helmet still on. Leia is waiting. Silent. Stiff. Cold. “Yell at me. Court-martial me. Whatever this is, let’s get it over with.” You say flatly.

“I gave a direct order.” She scolds.

“He would’ve died.” You try to reason.

“And you would’ve let the First Order escape with critical data if the others hadn’t finished the mission without you. You chose one man over hundreds.”

 “I chose Poe. Yes. Every time, I will.” You state proudly

Leia’s eyes soften — not with approval, but with understanding. Painful understanding. “That’s what I did with your father. And it cost us everything.” There was a long, hard silence. “You’re grounded.”

You nodded in response “I figured.”

Leia’s posture softens “But you’re not being discharged.”

“Why?” You question shocked

“Because I’ve made the same choices. And I’d hate for the galaxy to lose what’s left of you over one moment of unbearable love.” You can feel yourself trying to hold back the tears.

Poe is bruised, bandaged, and furious as he sits up in bed, he watches you walk in, slowly, cautiously.  “You disobeyed orders. Again.” Poe is not happy.

“You’re welcome.” You snap back

He stares at you, tense, angry, torn. “I don’t want to be the reason you crash and burn.” You can hear the hurt in his voice, the worriness inside him.

“You’re not. I was already burning. You’re just the only thing I’d still risk dying for.” He says nothing. His hand twitches — the one you once patched up after the fight with Rix.

“I’m grounded. You’re alive. I don’t regret it.” Your voice soft this time.

Poe pauses, not sure what to say next that quietly replies “I do. I regret you having to choose.”

You moves closer and sit on the edge of his cot. You put his hand in yours and slowly caress his cheek with your other hand. You look into his eyes, those eyes that make you want to fall in love with him all over again.

“I’ll always choose you, Poe.”

He finally meets your eyes. “Just… promise you won’t die doing it.” It was raw, full of emotion.

“No promises.” You smirk and shoot him a wink. You sit in the hush of the medical bay — surrounded by the sound of monitors, tension, and everything that’s still unsaid, but in this moment you are together, alive and fighting.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 5

This is a bit different. It takes place inbetween The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. I really enjoyed writing the angst on this one. You see more of Y/N Solo and Poe Dameron dynamic. Will they make it through?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of taking advantage. Mentions of injuries, self destuction.

Word Count: 4.8k

Its been 8 weeks since everything happened, since your dad died, since you watched your brother kill him, since you and Ben fought, since you almost died. You got released out of Medbay 3 weeks ago, but your injuries still overwhelm you with pain. The nightmares are worst, reliving that moment in your dreams every night. Rey is still in search for Luke and the resistance continues to regroup and gain as much intel as they can against the first order before Kylo Ren arises again.

You, however are grounded from missions, Leia and Poe both agreed due to your injuries and the risk of you getting to involved they said its ‘to let you heal’ but right now it doesn’t feel like it. Everyday you are sitting around the base feeling useless you can feel yourself breaking more, you can feel yourself tearing apart and you have no idea how to stop it.

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The Resistance base was quieter than usual, apart from the occasional hum of starfighters in the hangars and the constant, distant chatter on the comms. You are sat cross-legged on a crate just outside the war room, your commlink buzzing in your hand, eyes narrowed at the screen showing the outline of Poe’s current mission — unauthorized modifications, again.

“Poe, I swear if you fly any closer to that destroyer’s wake, I will personally space your engines.” You snap through the comms.

A beat of static. Then his voice — far too calm for someone seconds from being blasted into star dust.

“Relax, Princess. I know what I’m doing.”

Your jaw tightened. He always called you that. Sometimes it was affectionate. Now, it felt like mockery. “Don’t call me that when you’re being a kriffing idiot. You’ve got two rookie pilots on your wing and a freighter that looks like it’s held together with duct tape and wishful thinking.”

“You worry too much. Trust me.” He chuckles which causes more anger from you.

“I did trust you. Until you started flying like you had a death wish.” You snap back sharply.

There was silence on the other end. You regretted it the second you said it — but you didn’t take it back.

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The Resistance base was bathed in the cold blue of dusk. Ships lined the hangar, bruised from battle but alive — unlike the people inside them.

You stood with your arms crossed, your healing wounds burning beneath your jacket. Your posture was stiff, your eyes hard, fixed on the descending X-Wing like a storm waiting to strike.

The ship touched down. The hatch hissed open. Poe jumped down, running a hand through his damp curls, grinning — until he saw you. Your face was unreadable and that scared him a little.

“I’m back in one piece!” he tries to joke but he picks up the vibe from you. “Are you waiting to scold me or kiss me?”

You look coldly at Poe, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m still deciding if I’m punching you or grounding you but I’m waiting here to ask you what the hell you were thinking Dameron?!”

Poe dropped his grin completely. Here we go, his eyes seemed to say.

“Come on, Y/N/N. The mission was a success. I got the data core. No casualties. That’s a pretty good day in the Resistance, yeah?”

You can feel the anger building up inside you, “That’s not what I asked…You nearly got Snap killed. You took rookie pilots on a suicide run without clearance. You risked three lives for what? A data spike from a half empty Star Destroyer? You could’ve died, Poe! You disobeyed orders- Once Again!”  You can feel Poe pulling away from this conversation, he hates when people tell him off and he hates it even worse when its you.

Poe’s eyes squint as you can see the rage arising in them. “You don’t get to talk about obeying orders. You nearly got yourself killed trying to take on Kylo Ren by yourself.”

The words were a blaster bolt to the chest. You flinched. “You don’t bring him into this.” You muttered quietly still realising that you are on the landing base so others can probably hear me.

Poe steps closer “Why not? That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You’re still bleeding from that fight — not just the wounds on your back, Y/N/N. You haven’t let anyone in since.”

You can feal the tears building up in your eyes but you are fighting with everything you have to not let them fall. “I can’t. I don’t know how. I’m trying to hold it together and you — you make it impossible! You're reckless, Poe. You don’t listen. You dive into danger like it’s some kind of game—”.

Poe’s voice now becomes raised as he takes a step back “I knew what I was doing.”

This time it was your turn to walk closer, your voice is low and dangerous. “You always say that. ‘I knew what I was doing.’ Like that excuses everything. Like that means I’m not allowed to worry about you. Like that means I’m just supposed to sit here and watch you play hero until the day you don’t come back.”

“You’re acting like I’m some loose cannon. I’m a pilot. This is what I do.” Poe shouts frustration consuming him.

“No! You’re not just a pilot, Poe. You’re the best we’ve got. But lately you’ve been flying like you don’t care if you make it back. Like you’re trying to outrun something. And I should know because I’ve been doing the same damn thing!” You raise your voice at the end, you begin to shove Poe away.

“Maybe that’s the problem, Y/N. You and I — we’re both trying to carry this war on our backs like it’s some kind of penance. But you can’t even see how you’ve shut everyone out!” Poe shouts louder, he tries to grab your wrist to hold but you are quick to get out of grasp and shove him hard in return “don’t turn this on me!” you scold.

“Why not? You haven’t been the same since Han—”

Your hand clenched into a fist. That name — the sound of it from Poe’s mouth — cut deeper than any lightsaber. “D-Don’t. Finish. That sentence.” You stutter and you can feel yourself breaking.

Poe wasn’t done. Anger had overtaken both of them now, loud, raw and hurting. “You want me to stop pretending everything’s fine? Fine. Let’s be real. Your father’s dead. Your brother killed him. And you went after him alone like some martyr and nearly died. You think that makes you strong? It makes you reckless.”

You can feel the sting of tears running down your cheek, all Poe wants to do is wrap you in arms and tell you everything is going to be okay, but in this moment he is as stubborn as you. “You think I don’t know that?! Every day I wake up and remember I wasn’t strong enough to stop him. That I couldn’t save my father. That I couldn’t save Ben. That I almost died and now all I do is sit here — useless, while Rey’s out there doing what I should have done!”

“You’re not useless, Y/N.” Poe’s demeanour begins to soften.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Then why does everyone treat me like I’m broken? Mum, Rey, Finn, you… You look at me like I’m glass. Like I’ll shatter if you touch me too hard.”

Poe grabs your hand, not caring if you retaliate. “I look at you like you’re everything.” Silence fell between you, heavy and unbearable.

“Then why does it feel like we’re falling apart?” Poe hesitates at your question, his jaw clenched.

“Because maybe we are… Y/N/N  I love you. I’m just trying to—”

“You can’t fix me, Poe. I’m not something you fly in and save. I’m broken. And you… you deserve someone who isn’t pulling the pin on their own thermal detonator every day.”

“No. Don’t do this.” Poe begs, his tears now visible. You wipe his tear that he rolling down his cheek. He is rubbing your ring on your finger, the one he put on there promising he would marry you.

“It’s already done.” You stepped past him, each movement slow and deliberate, the weight of your decision anchoring your steps.

You turn and look over your shoulder at Poe, both of you a reflection of eachother, both with tears running down your face. “This isn’t about love. It’s about survival. For both of us. You will end up hating me and I would rather you miss me then hate me.”

You turned, walking off into the depths of the hangar, leaving behind silence — and a man who loved you more than he knew how to fight for. And Poe, for once, didn’t chase after.

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It started with one drink. Then two. Then… you stopped counting.

The ache in your chest never faded, so you drowned it in Corellian whiskey — the same brand your father used to sneak into the Falcon's storage hold when mum wasn’t looking. That memory should’ve hurt less. It didn’t.

Y/N Solo, daughter of legends, Jedi-in-training, hero of the Resistance — now slurring her way through half-empty bottles, eyes hollow, breath heavy. The medics whispered. Your squadmates avoided eye contact. And when you stumbled out of the mess hall late at night, even BB-8 looked worried. You didn’t care because caring meant feeling. And feeling meant remembering and remembering meant pain.

You was halfway through another drink when your feet — or maybe your heart — led you toward Poe’s quarters.

The hallways blurred around her. Lights too bright. The base too quiet. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. I just want to feel something. You thought.

The door chime buzzed once. Then again. Then a thud. Poe sighed from inside his quarters. He already knew who it was.

“Flyboy… open up. I missed you.”

The door slid open to reveal Poe — jaw tight, eyes heavy with concern, and pain behind them. He didn't move to let her in. “Kriff Y/N...You shouldn’t be here like this” he says sternly.  Your shoulders hunched, face flushed, hair a mess, swaying slightly in the corridor light. You reek of alcohol and heartbreak.

“I should be wherever the hell I want to be. You gonna stop me?” You slightly slur. “I needed you. Missed you. Thought maybe…”  You reach your fingers out and brush them seductively down his chest. “You missed me too.”

He gently caught your wrist, steadying you. Not pulling you in but not letting you fall.

“Your drunk” Poe states.

You gasp and dramatically put your hand over your mouth to exaggerate the gasp. “Wow. Sharp as ever. What gave it away?”.

Poe sighs loudly “Y/N go back to your quarters and sleep it off. You don’t want to do this. Not like this.”.

You were bored of talking and pushed Poe out the way strongly to allow yourself access to the room. He tried to stop you, but you was quicker than expected for someone who could barely stand straight. That was the moment everything shattered. There — sitting comfortably on the edge of his bed — was a young woman. Tech uniform, perfectly styled hair, a datapad in her lap. She looked up as Y/N stumbled in, blinking with wide, too-pretty eyes.

“Y-You moved on?” you turn to Poe, you can feel your heart shattering.

“Well, can you blame him? Maybe Poe just likes women who aren’t a complete mess. At least he could fuck me without the extra baggage” she smirks, your attention turns from her back to Poe, you can feel your heart beating through your chest.

Time froze. Poe’s head snapped toward the girl, shock and anger flaring in his eyes. “Oh I see” you say flatly. You lifted the bottle and without breaking eye contact, downed the rest in one long, burning pull. Then you staggered forward, voice venomous.

“How long’s this been going on? Since I walked out? Before? Did you wait until I was broken enough for you to slide inside another girl?”

Poe rushes to you “Y/N, no. That’s not—nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen. She came to drop off crew assignments, that’s it—”

You cut him off, laughing bitterly “Sure. Just like I came here to say hi.” You then threw the bottle to the floor. It shattered, glass spraying in all directions, echoing like a thermal detonator in the confined room. You took your ring- your engagement ring that Poe gave you all that time ago- off the necklace you were still wearing it on and dropped it to the floor, surrounded by the glass.

Poe lunged forward. “Y/N, stop! Nothing happened!” He begged

You turn your attention to the girl, still sitting on his bed smirking “Don’t worry. He’s all yours now.” You turned, eyes glassy with rage and betrayal, and stormed out, slamming the door behind you so hard it nearly bounced back open.

Silence is all that is left. Poe stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched, heart pounding. “Get out!” he snaps with a dangerously quiet tone.

“What?! I didn’t do anything-“ she asked confused and defensive.

Poe shoots her a look, “Why did you say that? What the hell was that? Nothing was going to happen, and now you’ve made it ten thousand times worse.” His tone is sharper.

“She’s a mess, Poe. I was just trying to—”

“Get out.” He snaps

“Excuse me?”

“Get out! Right now.” He is now yelling at her.

She stared at him, stunned, then huffed and walked out, boots crunching on broken glass.

Poe stood there alone, breathing hard. Then he grabbed his comm and keyed it to Leia’s frequency. “General… we need to talk about Y/N.”

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The bottle hadn’t done its job. Not fully. Your hands still trembled as you pushed open the doors to the mess hall, the harsh lights stabbing at your already-blurred vision. It was late, quiet, just a few night-shift soldiers, a couple of mechanics, and one too-eager bartender droid still functioning behind the long metal counter. You slid onto a stool and slapped your empty flask on the bar.

“Something stronger. Don’t stop pouring.” The droid gave a hesitant beep, then filled a new glass with something amber and cruel. You drank and drank again. You wasn’t crying, not anymore. The pain was somewhere behind your eyes now, dull and endless, like the vacuum of space. That’s when he showed up. A voice beside you, warm and laced with that certain kind of charm she'd seen Poe use far too many times.

“You look like someone who’s either had a really bad day… or a really good one she’s trying to forget.”. You turned your head slowly. He was tall, well-built, dark-eyed. A hotshot pilot from Black Squadron — younger than Poe, cockier. The pilot's name was Rix Varo, you had seen him around base a couple of times. He was charming, a little too confident. The kind of man who lived for war stories and dying young. The kind of man you never would’ve looked at twice if you weren’t drowning in grief, rage, and three drinks too many. However he was the kind who never asked too many questions. He was Perfect.

“What if it’s both?” You give him a half crocked smile. He laughed. You hated that it didn’t sound like Poe’s laugh.

“Well, either way… I’m guessing you don’t want to drink alone.” You shrugged and waved the droid for another two.

“You know who I am?” You lean in towards him, breathing on his neck.

“I’d have to be blind not to. Princess of the Resistance, war hero, Solo's daughter…”  He tilts his head “You’re kind of a legend.”

“Well what can I say?! I guess I am” You shoot him a warm smile, you can feel yourself flirting. You hate it but right now you need something to dull the pain you are feeling. He raised his glass to yours. They clinked. You drank more and more until you could barely stand straight.

The conversation blurred and time slipped sideways. You knew exactly what you was doing. Every glance, every joke, every touch of your hand to his arm — it was calculated. You knew Poe would lose his mind if he found out. And some part of you — the twisted, broken part — wanted him to hurt like you was hurting.

As the alcohol kept coming, your control faded and the lines blurred. The pain got louder again and you didn’t stop him when he leaned in close. You didn’t stop him when his hand slid to your thigh. You didn’t stop yourself when you stumbled out of the mess hall, laughing too loudly.

They stumbled through the corridor toward his quarters, your laughter brittle, breath thick with liquor and something more dangerous. The moment the door closed behind you, he turned to face you.

“You sure you want this?”

A beat. You looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded but sharp — desperate.

“I don’t want to think.” You muttered. That was all the permission he needed. Your mouths met, fast and clumsy. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t even lust. It was escape. Your fingers tugged at his shirt. He backed you into the wall, hands skating over your arms and sides. You kissed harder, messier, as if intensity could overwrite memory.

“Don’t stop.” You panted. He didn’t. He kissed your neck, your jaw, hands pulling at layers of fabric like you was something to be unwrapped, not someone unravelling. You let him. You wanted to disappear. Just for one night. One hour. One second.

He pulled you toward the bed, and you collapsed in a tangle of sheets, clothes, half-removed and forgotten. But even as he touched you, you wasn’t there. Your mind flickered — not to pleasure, not to the moment — but to Poe.

The way he used to kiss you like you mattered. The way he never made you feel like you had to beg to be held. Rix wasn’t Poe. That was the whole point.

You closed her eyes tighter and bit your lip to stay silent. Tried to pretend your heart wasn’t screaming. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered. You couldn’t answer because the last person who told you that meant it and this time, it felt like a lie.

When it was over, Rix dozed off easily, like this was just another night. Another girl. Another story to boast about tomorrow in the hangar but you lay still, eyes open, staring at the ceiling like it might collapse and finally bury you. Your skin felt cold and your chest felt hollow. You didn’t feel powerful or desired, you felt worse than before. You sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to your chest, staring at the man beside you — not with regret, but with numbness. All you could think was: I traded the only man who ever truly saw me… for this?

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The hallway was dim and quiet at this hour — save for the hiss of vent systems and the low hum of ships parked on the outer deck. You emerged from Rix Varo’s quarters barefoot, hair tangled, boots in one hand. Your face was pale, dark circles under her eyes, lips pressed tight like you was trying not to feel anything. Your head is pounding as the alcohol has started to wear off. You didn’t expect anyone to be out here. Certainly not your mum.

Your mum/The General stood at the end of the corridor, arms folded, dressed in simple command fatigues, but somehow still regal, still commanding. Her eyes met yours. Her expression wasn’t anger, it was disappointment which in your mind was so much worse.

“What the hell have you done?” she asks coldly. You froze.

“I… It’s none of your—” you begin but she cuts you off.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She buts in sharply. Leia took a step forward, not yelling — but her voice carried the kind of power that could stop wars, or start them. “You think I don’t know pain? That I haven’t felt what you’re feeling? I lost my son. I lost your father. I might lose the Resistance. But I didn’t throw myself into the arms of the first man who made me forget for five minutes.” You looked away, ashamed. Her voice becomes quieter now “You’re better than this, Y/N. You are your father’s daughter… but he would be heartbroken if he saw you like this.”

You can feel the tears rolling down your face that you have been holding back “I didn’t know where else to put it… All the pain. All the love. I couldn’t— I couldn’t carry it anymore.”

“Then let me carry some of it with you. But not like this. Not like this.” She didn’t say more she just turned and walked away, cloak fluttering behind her. You are left standing alone in the corridor, wearing nothing but the weight of your choices.

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Its only been an hour, the news travelled fast. Rix Varo was bragging in the hangar, unaware that what to him was a notch on the bedpost was, to others, a slow-motion implosion. Poe heard it from Jessika Pava. He was halfway across the base before Jess could finish saying your name.

When Poe arrived at the hangar, Rix was laughing with two other pilots, polishing his gloves, still blissfully unaware of the storm heading toward him. “I mean, yeah — she came to me. Y/N Solo. Not exactly the quiet type either. Pretty sure the whole hallway heard my name.” he grinned bragging about your night together.

Poe hears it. He’s behind Rix before the second recruit can even process it — jaw tight, breath shallow, rage barely restrained. “VARO!!” he growls.

Rix turns, eyebrows lifting — still cocky. “Dameron. Relax, man. We all need a little relief once in a while, right?”

Poe doesn’t hesitate. His fist crashes into Rix’s face. Blood sprays. Rix stumbles back against the X-Wing, stunned. Poe is now shouting “You touched her?!”

Rix wipes his mouth, laughing through blood “Touched her? Mate, she was into it. Practically screamed my name.”

Poe snaps and tackles Rix to the ground. The hangar explodes in movement — shouts from techs, boots scuffing on metal, but no one moves fast enough to stop the storm.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that!” “She was hurting!” “You used her!” Poe screamed in between punches.

Rix now spits out the blood in his mouth “She used me. Looked me dead in the eye and begged me not to stop. She was gagging for it mate.”

Poe lifts him by the collar, slams him against a stack of cargo crates. “She was broken. You saw that. And you took what you could get.”

Rix is smiling through the blood “You mean what you lost.” Poe slams him back again, fury blinding now — until two security officers finally grab his arms and pull him away.

“POE! That’s enough!” Jessika yells across the hangar.

Rix collapses to the floor, coughing, blood dripping from his mouth. He smirks up at Poe through split lips. “Guess she’s not yours anymore, huh?”

Poe’s voice breaks, eyes still locked on Rix “She was never yours. She never will be yours.”

He wrenches out of the officers’ grips, storming toward the exit. He’s shaking, bruised, bleeding, but none of the injuries will compare to his broken heart.

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Leia stands near a small comm table, arms folded, calm but stern. Poe stands in front of her, his cracked knuckles and still bleeding, cheek bruised. BB-8 waits outside the room silently, sensing this is not his place.

“You know why I have called you in don’t you?” Poe nods timidly “You know I have to officially reprimand you for that fight.”

Poe doesn’t look at her — just stares at the floor, breathing hard, ashamed. Leia takes a harsher tone “You’re a squadron leader, Poe. You’re Rix’s commanding officer. You should know better.”

Poe finally looks up — eyes raw, shaking and hurt “She was hurting. And he used her.”

“She used him, Poe. As much as he used her.” Leia states with authority. That one hits Poe. He opens his mouth, then closes it and runs a hand down his face, frustrated.

“I know. I know that. But I can’t— I can’t hurt her. Even if I want to scream. Even if it’s tearing me apart… I could never lay that on her.”

“So you beat someone else to a pulp instead? That’s not love, Poe. That’s self-destruction.” Leia speaks coldly. He doesn’t reply. The silence is thick between them. Poe steps forward, voice rising as emotion overtakes him.

“Just… why him, Leia? Of all the people. It had to be Rix bloody Varo. The most arrogant pilot on this base. He was bragging. Like it was a mission he won. Like she was some kind of prize.” His voice breaks. “He said she screamed his name.” Poe spits out bitterly.

Leia winces. Not at the vulgarity — at the pain behind it. Poe’s fists clench. “She’s not like that. She’s not. And he made her sound like some notch on a locker door. I lost it. I didn’t care about the rules. I just— I saw red.”

Leia’s demeanour softens “She wanted someone easy, Poe.” Poe’s head jerks up, eyes flashing with protest. “Someone who didn’t come with memories. Who wouldn’t look at her with history or heartbreak. Come on — you know the truth. No one on this base would dare look at her like that. She’s my daughter. And your girl. Or… she was.” Poe’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t interrupt. “She knew Rix wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t see her as broken. He wouldn’t ask questions. He wouldn’t see her at all. That’s what she wanted.”

Poe lets out a hollow laugh. It sounds like it hurts to breathe. “I would’ve taken her broken.”

“You did.” They both stand in silence, Leia continues “But now it’s up to her to decide if she wants to be whole again.”

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Poe’s knuckles were bruised, swollen, and streaked with dried blood by the time he returned to his quarters. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since the fight, he doesn’t want to talk. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. Silent. Seething. Hurting. He heard the door hissed open behind him. He didn’t have to turn around, he knew it was you.

“I heard.” You say quietly trying to gauge the atmosphere. Poe stayed silent. “You broke Rix’s nose.” Still nothing. She stepped inside, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Her voice held that edge — the one Poe recognized too well. The one she used when her walls were high and her heart was breaking underneath. Your vibe now turns cold “You got with someone… so what if I did?”

That got his attention. He turned, jaw tight, eyes burning. “I didn’t get with anyone.” He growled, defeated.

“Could’ve fooled me. She looked real comfortable on your bed.” You laughed sarcastically.

“Nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen.” He defends

“Well… it did with me.” You snap bitterly. Silence is retuned. He stared at her, as if those words were a punch to the gut. “And just so you know… he was pretty good actually.” You lied.

It was meant to hurt, you knew it the second you said it. Poe’s eyes dropped, and you saw something flicker in him. Pain. Disgust. Not just at you — at what they’d both become. You instantly regretted it. “Poe… I didn’t— I just wanted…”

“Wanted me to hurt like you did. Congratulations.” He snaps cutting you off.

They stood in silence for a long beat. Her anger cracked first. “I didn’t do it because I wanted him. I did it because I didn’t want to feel anything. Because I couldn’t look at myself anymore… and I definitely couldn’t look at you.”

You looked down at his hand, saw how he winced when he flexed it. “Let me see that.” He hesitated then extended his cut and bloody hand. You crossed to him, pulled a medkit from the wall, and knelt in front of him. As you cleaned the dried blood from his knuckles, your touch was gentle — a contradiction to all the hurt swirling between them.

“You shouldn’t have hit him.”

“I wanted to hit you.” Poe murmured. You didn’t flinch but nodded in return. “Yeah. I probably deserve it.” You wrapped the gauze around his hand slowly, carefully. Your eyes met — raw, stripped bare.

“You don’t need to destroy yourself just to prove you’re in pain.” Poe’s tone is quiet.

“Neither do you.” When you finished patching his hand, you let it rest in yours for a moment longer than necessary.

“Poe… I’m not okay.” You barely whispered

“I know. Neither am I.” He stood slowly, his hand still in yours. He didn’t pull you into an embrace and you didn’t step closer. There was still too much distance between you — but now, finally, you were facing it together.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 4

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, suggestive content, angst and a lot of fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k

Past Day:

You feel the cold air hit you as soon as you walk out onto the landing bay, you feel a sudden urge of anxiety raiding through you. “Where are we going?” you question to the Commander as he leads you to his X-Wing. Poe doesn’t provide a response and continues to hold your hand and guide you towards his ship. “Poe isn’t the ship off limits unless you are going on a mission? You are going to get into trouble” you inquiry. At this point Poe drops your hand and turns to face you, he caresses the side your cheek “you are worth it Princess” he winks causing you to shake your head in response.

“I’m not a Princess” you snap. He raises your hand and kisses the back of it “in my eyes you will also be a Princess” he smirks. You can feel the butterflies radiating through you. “smooth Dameron” you giggle. Poe directs you to the steps of his X-Wing, you begin to hesitate. “Aren’t x-wings 1 pilot? How the hell are we flying? I have only flown the Millennium Falcon with my dad, I have never flown a ship by myself?” you begin to panic. Poe puts a hand on your hip and rubs circles into it, this suddenly puts you at ease. “Relax Princess.. I would never put you in danger. I am going to climb up and then you come and sit on my lap and I will help you guide the ship, I want to show you how to fly.” You watch as his face drops as you try to wipe the panic look over your face “we don’t have to do this but you said ‘if I go on a date with you, you best make it memorable' so here we are” he shoots you a smile which makes you go giddy.

“Okay” you replied “so how are we doing this” you gesture towards the ladder leading up into the ship.

“Okay so I will climb up and sit down once I am in I will shout down and then you climb up and sit on my lap. I will control it for now and as soon as you feel confident I will let you lead, I will be here to help”. You slowly nod understanding the instructions. “Wow so first date and you already got me sitting on your lap Dameron, what kind of girl do you think I am?” Poe stops half way up the ladder and looks down at you and laughs.

“Come up!” Poe shouts down now that he is settled in the cockpit. You slowly climb up the ladder and slowly lower yourself on top of Poe and settle between his legs. “Is this okay?” you check. Poe nods slowly and starts to blush, you move your hips again getting comfortable which causes a low groan to escape from him. You turn sniggering at him and raise your eyebrows as you feel the evident bulge between you both “really? This was your idea” you laugh. Poe rolls his eyes “its not my fault I have the most beautiful women in the galaxy sitting on my lap what do you expect?” he giggles, this time its your turn to blush.

Poe turns his attention to the controls in front of you, his arms are wrapped around your waist as he begins to take off. You can feel the ship slowly lift you up in the air, Poe slowly starts moving directing the ship through the air. You are overwhelmed with the view, your eyes are darting everywhere as Poe travels through the sky, With that Poe quickly pulls you away and swoops down and as he turns the X-Wing the wings splash through the water beneath you, you scream with happiness and shut your eyes as you both soar through the sky. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Poe shouts as he uses one of his hands to remove your hand from your eyes “this is the best part” he announces as he flips the x-wing upside down.

Once Poe gets you at a steady level you can feel yourself relax in his arms “you wanna take over?” you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m not sure if I trust myself” you giggle. “Come on Princess when did you last let your heart decide?”

“Okay..Okay give me the controls Flyboy” with that you take over the controls from Poe, you slowly get a grip over Poe’s hands as he slowly lets go. “Whooooo!!!” you both scream as you begin to fly through the sky “you are a natural!” Poe shouts.

“Its getting late I best get you back before your mother tells me off. Did you want to land or did you want me to land?”

“I think you can land, I really don’t want to crash your x-wing the first time flying it” which you both giggle and Poe takes over the controls from you. Once landed you slowly get off his lap and climb down the ladder and wait for him. You both look into eachothers eyes, “thank you Poe with everything going on that is the most fun I have had in a while” Poe gives you a grin and wraps his arms around you and embraces you into a hug, his strong arms wrapped around you feels like home, you don’t want to let go. As you pull away you both gaze into eachothers eyes, he tucks a stand of hair behind your ear that fell our of your ponytail and places a small peck to your forehead. “Let me know when you want your next flying lesson Princess!” Poe shouts as he starts to walk away towards the direction of his quarters.

“Who said you will be lucky enough to give me another lesson flyboy” you wink as he shoots you a glare. You both stand on the other side of the landing bay just gazing at eachother, before you know it Poe rushes across the landing bay wraps both hands on either side of your cheek and engage in a deep passionate kiss. You wrap your hands around his neck to bring him in closer, just for a moment you forget where you are and forget about the worry of being caught, in that moment all that matters is the both of you. You begin running your hand through his hair which you take advantage of the open mouth moan that he makes to slip your tongue into his mouth. As you both pull away for air, your eyes are glazed with lust. “You make me crazy Y/N Solo” Poe whispers into your lips, he places another longing kiss to your lips and pulls away “I will see you tomorrow gorgeous” he walks away, at that instant you knew you loved him.

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You wake up to the sound of the beeping to the side of you, you slowly open your eyes and you instantly regret it due to the bright lights of the med bay. You turn and see the hologram of your sats to your right showing that you have a stable heartbeat. Suddenly the pain overwhelms you, as your groan in agony you see Poe to your left start to stir from his sleeping state. “Have you been asleep there the whole time?”  you asked trying to hide your discomfort. Poe is quick to sit up in the chair next to you and grab your left hand and runs his fingers over the top of it.

“Of course you really think I would leave your side in this state? Y/N I told you not to go and now look you almost bloody died, I-I thought I lost you Y/N you need to stop thinking you can fight him!” Poe begins raising his voice which has causes your eyes start to water.

“Poe we are both fighting a war, we both put ourselves in danger everyday. Maker how many times have you been in here after almost risking your life. So why is it okay for you to fight but n-no I-I have to sit here and do nothing- Uggghhh” You scream in discomfort as Poe stern demeanour has now turned soft as he wraps himself into you and places a soft kiss to your head.

“You told me you would be careful then I find out you are our there trying to fight Kylo Ren with a bloody lightsaber. I get you are a Jedi and there are certain things I will never understand but that wasn’t the fight that needed to be made”

“Poe h-he killed my d-dad I-I watch him die” you start to sob “B-Ben he had to pay for that” you now cannot control the tears that are falling down your face Poe has wrapped your injured body into his whilst you cry into his chest.

“I know that baby and Ben will pay I will promise you we will fight to bring that First Order down but I cannot lose you in the process. Can you promise to just be safe for me please” Poe pleads with you.

“Will you promise to be safe Poe, will you promise not to be reckless and not put your life in danger” Poe slowly shakes his head “you know I cannot promise you that”.

You gave him a small smile “well you know then I cannot promise you that either”. Poe shakes his head knowing you are as stubborn as him. “Where’s Finn and Rey are they okay?” you now start to panic as the memories of the fight come back.

“Finn hasn’t woke up yet they said he is okay though, in all honesty you were in a worst state then him if you have woken up then he will be fine.”

“Okay so wheres Rey? I cannot sense her?”  

“We found the Map to Skywalker. R2 woke up-“

“R2 woke up?” you butted in

“Yes if you would let me finish” Poe jokes “He had the missing part of the map so when put together with the part that BB-8 had it made the map to your uncle. Rey has gone to find him”.

“I should of gone with her to find Uncle Luke, she is strong with the force but she cannot go on her own. I need to find her, I need to go with her” you start taking off the wires attached to you and begin trying to get out of bed.

Poe grabs you with force and slowly lowers you back down to the bed “you are not going anywhere Princess. I almost lost you, I need to spend some time with my beautiful  fiancé before we both get sent out on another stupid mission where we both could possible die”.

“Wow so romantic Poe” you sarcastically laugh as you roll your eyes. Then you quickly realise you haven’t got your ring on. You go to grab your necklace as you always wear it on that when out on a mission but that’s not there either. “Oh my Maker, Poe where’s my ring, no no no”. you start to panic but Poe doesn’t look worried.

“Calm down baby. Its here” he takes his necklace of his neck where he has his mums ring and undoes it to release your ring into his hand. “Your necklace was damaged, as I carried you off the Millennium Falcon it fell onto the ground I didn’t want to put it on your finger and you know risk the nurses losing it whilst they did their tests so I thought that would be the safest place”. You whisper a quiet thank you as Poe slowly pulls your hand up and carefully places the ring back onto your ring finger “back in its rightful place” Poe smiles and places a soft kiss to your cut lips.

“I love you so much Princess, honesty I have never loved anyone the way I love you” you lean in places another kiss to his lips but this time it is desperate and full of passion. You wince due to the pain in your side and Poe is quickly to pull away and gives you a sympathetic look. “I love you Poe Dameron, I have loved you since that moment you kissed me, from that moment I knew you were mine”.

“Oh believe me Y/N, I knew you were mine from the second I saw you. My first day at the resistance you were sitting there bossing people around like you owned the place, the confidence radiated off you and your beauty I knew from that instant I was going to marry you and now look your mine forever now. Just promise me Y/N that you will always come back to me, because I cannot do forever without you.”

“That I can promise Poe, I promise to always come back to you”. 

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 3

Warnings: Injuries, Mentions of Death, Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 2k

“Can we trust her?” Finn turns to the others gesturing towards you. You scoff and roll your eyes. “Me? You are a bloody stormtrooper”. You snap back, Finn’s expression slightly softens at your reply. This is when your mum intervenes “she is my daughter Finn so yes we trust her so… what were you going to say?”

Finn shows everyone the blueprints for Starkiller base, “Starkiller drains the energy of a star in order to charge its primary weapon, and it requires a thermal oscillator in order to function” Finn explains to everyone and looks over at you to continue “If the thermal oscillator were destroyed it would de-stabilize the planet’s core and implode the base” everyone nods in agreement. “The only thing is we need to attack before they charge the weapon and destroys D’Qar so we need to act quickly” everyone moved and got ready to their squadrons to prepare for the attack. I can see Poe at the back, he shoots me a glare and walks away to join his squadron to provide orders.

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“Is she in there?” Poe shouts as he storms around the base towards the command centre asserting his authority. One of the pilots from the red squadron nodded timidly and walked away quickly in the opposite direction. You and Poe haven’t spoken since that fight 2 nights ago, Poe is not happy about you going back to Starkiller Base to save Rey and you are too stubborn to sit around and do nothing. You decided not to come back to your quarters, you decided to sleep with one of the other pilots Rane, you and her have become really close during your time within the resistance. This wound Poe up more knowing you didn’t want to talk about it but in your mind there is nothing to talk about, you have your mind set that you are going and no one especially some headstrong flyboy is going to change that. He is going up in the sky risking his life so whats the difference with you going to starkiller base? You are going with your dad, Chewie and Finn and you are a bloody Jedi, you are safer then him right now.

“What do you want Dameron?” you spin around scowling at him. Poe’s expression matches mine he looks pissed.

“What do I want? Are you serious Y/N? So our conversation meant nothing? What does this relationship mean nothing to you?” he snaps.

“oh come on Poe you are being dramatic!” you mock and roll your eyes. Everyone around you has now decided to give you space.

“I’m being dramatic! You are the one who is going on this saviour complex just to prove you are not your brother!” Poe screams back, you look at him with disgust how dare he take it that far? You take a sharp breathe trying not to cry and turn on your heels and begin walking away. “Y/N stop I didn’t mean it!” he shouts and grabs your arm to turn around and face him. “I just don’t want you to go, if I am up in the sky and you are on that ship I cannot protect you, I do everything I do to protect you, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I lost you”. he announces.

You begin to let your guard down and begin to soften your stiff posture, you give Poe a small smile and grab his hands in yours. “and Poe if I don’t go there and we don’t destroy that thermal oscillator in time they will destroy D’Qar which means I am dead anyway! I know my way around the StarKiller better than anyone, they need to me Poe. The lives of those in the resistance are more important than my little life Poe.”

Poe drops his hands from mine, “no way! Not in my eyes!” you give him a smile as your heart warms at this.

“That’s how you know you are not ready to be a General yet Poe you have to be able to put the resistance in front of everyone. That’s why my mum is such a good leader, she doesn’t want me to go but she knows it’s the right thing to do.” You try and reason with Poe, he gives you a broken smile.

“I know, just what do I do without you if you don’t come back” you can see the hurt and fear in his eyes. “You will be fine Poe, you will give that cocky attitude to another ‘know it all’ stubborn girl and live happily ever after”. You try and giggle but you can feel the sting in your eyes as the tears are starting to form.

“Why do I feel like you are trying to say goodbye” Poe brings you closer and wraps his arms around you, he is trying not to squeeze you to hard with your injuries that have still not healed but you can tell he needed this hug.

“I will never say goodbye Poe. I will see you later” you wink which Poe smile and nods his head.

“Y/N! We gotta go!” Finn shouts standing at the entrance of the Millenium Falcon. Your gaze goes back to Poe, you take one more look and memorise him like a picture in your head. Our lips connect, its passionate neither of us wanting to stop, he parts my lips as he gains access with his tongue. A cough from your dad suddenly brings you back to where you are. “I love you!” he shouts as you walk to the ship.

“Oh I know flyboy!”

“Come back to me!” Poe shouts as he makes his way to his X Wing

I shoot Poe a dramatic wink “Always!” you jog onto the ship. “You got that boy wrapped around your finger kid” your dad laughs.

“That’s how its supposed to be right, like you and mum” my heart warms thinking about their relationship. “Yeah well your mum thinks she had me wrapped around my finger but I had her exactly where I want her” Han tries to argue his point.

You shake your head and get yourself seated “of course” you try to humour him. He gives you a warm smile, looking at how you remind him more and more of Leia everyday.

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“Hold on tight its going to be a rough landing” Han shouts as he shoots through the shields at lightspeed and lands roughly on the cliff. We carefully sneak onto the ship ensuring not to get caught, “this way” you lead towards the control room and quickly deactivate the shields to allow room for Poe and his team to begin their attack. “How did you lean to do that?” Finn asks.

“I’m super nosey I watched what everyone was doing around here, I knew this would come in handy”. Han starts leading us through the passages of the ship where we run into a girl. “Rey!” Finn shouts. Oh this is Rey. “How did you get out?” he asks. “I will tell you later” she replied. You go to introduce yourself but you sense an issue with Poe.

“There is too many Tie-Fighters they are struggling up there” you announce, your dad sends you a nod like he was anticipating this. “Well it’s a good thing we got these thermal detonators we can plant. Lets split up me and you will go this way” which he points to the right “and Chewie you go with Rey and Finn that way” which he gestures to the left. Chewie agrees and starts leading the way.

You can sense Ben he knows you are here, “he knows we are here” you say to Han. “Stay here” he demands and begins walking onto the bridge and meeting Ben in the middle. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Ben” you hear your dad whisper, he begins pleading with Ben to come back with us, everything around me is starting to become numb, something is wrong I can sense it. Ben begins removing his mask and your dad holds his face, you can feel the tears running down your face seeing their interactions. “I know what I need to do. But I need your help” you hear your brother state, maybe there is hope you prayed. At this same moment you watched Ben’s lightsaber ignite through your dads chest. “NOOOOOOO!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Everything hurts, you are frozen as Chewie starts firing shoots at Ben, they quickly run over to me and force me away. My feet are moving but you have no idea how, you can sense Ben is chasing after us. We start running through the forest but Ben is too quick and catches up with us. “You are a monster!” Rey screams at him and shoots at him using her blaster Ben uses the force throwing her into a tree as a reaction.

Finn coming to Rey’s protection quickly ignites Uncle Luke's saber, I am not sure how he even has that you thought. Finn was no match for Ben, he does injure Ben which you can feel he is trying to fight through his pain, “you are a traitor!” Ben screams at him, I can sense the anger in Ben as he throws Finn towards the direction of Rey.

“D-Don’t do this!” you beg which he looks at you with weakness, you are shattered with the past events. You watch how Ben tries to pick up our grandfather’s lightsaber but you were quicker as it flies straight to you. You hear an explosion behind you and you know that Chewie has activated the thermal detonators leading Poe to find the opening in the thermal oscillator, you hear a chain of reaction as you hear the base being destroyed.

You quickly bring your attention back to Ben, our lightsabers are duelling. Even with his injuries his anger over powers you but you are still putting up a good fight, allowing your hurt to fuel the fight but ensuring it doesn't overpower you. You twist your arm and send his lightsaber flying across the forest, he quickly uses the force to place it back in his hand. “You are good sister, strong, independent, fierce you should come and join the First Order come and allow Supreme Leader Snoke to teach you”.

I give him a sarcastic laugh “and what end up like a weak pathetic man like you!” you spit back him with this the anger explodes within him and he sends you flying, you feel the pain as you hit your body into the back of a tree and flop onto the ground. You slowly open your eyes, you are too weak to move, you watch as Rey picks up the lightsaber and continues to fight with Ben. Rey slices her saber across his face as he slowly begins to rise off the floor you watch as Rey goes to finish him off but as this happens you feel the ground begin to move underneath us.

Rey runs over to me “are you okay?” you nod slowly and point to Finn she rushes over to inspect him. You watch as the ground beneath you start to crumble and you begin panicking still unable to bring your head off the floor. I won’t come back to Poe, I will let him down is all that rushes through your head. You go to use your last bit of strength to send Poe a message when you see the Millenium Falcon land and Chewie instantly running out of it. He comes straight to you “go to Finn” you are able to mutter, he quickly picks Finn up as Rey helps you to stand on your feet. You are so weak and can feel your head begin to spin. You collapse on a seat as you begin to jump to lightspeed, you watch out the window and see Poe’s squadron follow you. It gives you warmth knowing that he was coming home, then suddenly sadness takes over your body as your allow yourself to grieve.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 2

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of injurys and Smut!

Word Count: 3.5k

Poe should be happy after the Battle of Takodana, everyone else is cheering and congratulating the win against the First Order but however Poe isn’t in the celebrating mood. All Poe can think about is you, are you still alive? Are you hurt? Are you thinking of him? He hates himself everyday for leaving you there, he knows that you were just trying to save the mission but he cannot help but feel guilty, even Leia told him that leaving you was the right thing to do but he still cannot help that pain in his chest.

Poe makes his way to the command centre ready to debrief with General Organa, as he makes his way inside he sees the Millennium Falcon being laded. For a second Poe allowed himself to dream that it was you. However your dad Han Solo deployed the ship with Chewie at his side, lastly followed by Finn. “Finn!” Poe shouts and Finn runs straight to him. “Poe!” He replied matching Poe’s expression.

“I thought you were dead. I am sorry here’s your jacket” Finn attempts to take the jacket off but Poe stops him telling him to keep it. Poe follows them inside but not before he sees his droid. Everyone is gathered round to hear the new plans.

“Unauthorised fighter approaching! What shall we do General do you want us to shoot it down?” Comes through the coms which makes everyone go silent and await for Leia’s response. “We got to shoot it down!” Poe announces.

Leia puts her hand up to silent Poe, “Just wait” Leia replies and can see her thinking. Han looks at her knowing what she is thinking. “It can’t be surely” He responds. Leia leans over the coms and replies “Allow them to land, we are ready if they are a threat”. Everyone awaits apprehensively whilst the unknown aircraft lands. All members have their blasters ready standing at the entrance waiting to see who will be walking through the door.

You walk slowly into the building, due to your injured leg you really have no pace at all, you have your robe covering your body with your head down, cloak covering your face as you make your way through the halls. You turn to the entrance of the main control centre, meeting with multiple blasters being held to you. You quickly put your hands up to surrender “Woah I come in peace” you say slowly lowering your hood, to show your bruised and cut face. Chewie is quick to push through all the bodies to embrace you in a hug “I missed you too Chewie”. You turn your body as you see your dad stood next to Chewie.

“Hey dad” you open your arms for him to enter, he is careful not to hold you too hard due to your injuries. “You have looked better kid” he laughs and shoots me a wink. As we pull away, you smirk “I was going to say the same about you”. He laughs at your teasing. You look across the room, and see your mum, she looks like she is about to cry, like she is grateful that you are alive. She slowly walks across the room and welcomes you into her arms. You have forgotten what a hug from your mum felt like, love, safety, compassion, strength all in one. You breathe her in not wanting to let her go, you let the tears fall as your dad wraps his arm around you both. Everyone else has started to walk away to leave you three to talk.

“I-I’m sorry I-I tried there is too much darkness inside him, I-I failed I-I couldn’t bring him back” you start to stutter as you let the tears fall down your cheek, it burns as the water falls in the cut on your cheek. “Don’t you apologise none of this is your fault, we are just grateful that you are okay.”  Leia comforts you, as she starts looking over your injuries.

“I am fine honesty” you lie trying to hide how much pain you are currently in. “I just don’t know where we go now-“ you are stopped as you meet Poe’s eyes from a distance. You run across the room into his arms, he squeezes you tight which makes you wince and he kisses the top of your head. “I-I thought you were dead. They said your ship crashed in Jakku I couldn’t sense you anymore, I-I-“ Poe shuts you up by kissing you, it was passionate and deep. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer, there is no space between you and right now that’s what you both need. You eventually pull away remembering where you are and who you are around. Poe starts running his hands up your arms and across your face, slowly rubbing his thumb across your injuries.

“I am going to kill him” you can see the anger in Poe’s eyes looking at your wounds, you know how he always wants to protect you, he hates seeing you hurt.

“It wasn’t him” you was quick to reply

“Well its his ship y/n, whoever did this didn’t do it without him knowing” Poe has now pulled away from you.

“He didn’t know as soon as he found out he went mad” you defended.

“Why are you defending him y/n, look what he has done. Are you seriously standing there defend-“

“Poe shh” you place a finger to his lips “can we just enjoy being reunited without talking about my brother” Poe nods knowing this conversation can be had at a later time and to be grateful you are alive. Your attention turns to the others who are gathered around the centre.

“FN2187. Thank you again for what you did with Poe” you placed a small arm around him.

“No problem. I go by Finn now” he responded.

“Finn I like that” you smile.

“So whats the plan?” You ask Leia.

“Well your plan is your going to the medbay.” Leia responds. You look at her with disappointment, she knows how stubborn you are and as much as you are in pain you really do not want to be left out of the plan.

“I second that” your father buts in.

“I third that” Poe agrees.

“Why are you all ganging up on me?” you laugh as being with them all again brought happiness to your heart. “but okay I will go to medbay okay. I will see you later yeah” you say to Poe which he nods in agreement and places a small kiss to your cheek.

The nurse in the medbay was shocked at how you were still standing with your injuries you sustained. You had a lot of open wounds which have become infected and a lot of scarring. They were able to patch you up and give you some meds for the pain but it still doesn’t get rid of the pain, no where near. Once she was finished they wanted you to stay there for observation overnight but you couldn’t think of another night without being in Poe’s arms. You just wanted to shower and fall asleep in his hold. You slowly start to walk over to your quarters that you share with Poe. You stand at the door for a while shall I knock? Should I just go in? You have been away for so long you are not sure what to do. You heard beeps from the other side of the door, BB-8 must of sensed you as you are greeted with Poe’s gorgeous brown eyes as he opens the door. You are met with a loud sound of beeps from BB-8 who is excited to see you.

“I know BB-8 I am excited to see you too” you rub the top of his head as Poe lets you inside. “It looks the same” you smile at him as you look around.

“Nothing has really changed since you were gone, I left everything ready for when you came back” Poe smile seems to fade as he traces his fingers over your wounded arm. You tilt his face upto yours so you are eye to eye. “I’m fine I promise” you try and give him a reassuring smile but you know he can see straight through it. “I need to shower you wanna join me?” You question. Poe nods slowly and walks over to you, he begins underdressing you carefully scared he will break you. He starts the water and once inside he quickly strips himself, you wince as soon as the water hits your wounds and you cannot stop the tear that escaped your eye. You hope that Poe didn’t notice but he quickly wipes the tear with his thumb.

He begins washing your body so carefully not to hurt you, Poe was always gentle when he needed to be. There was nothing sexual about it, just complete intimacy. “Please stop looking at me like”.

“Like what?” Poe questions.

“Like you are going to break me”

“Y/n look what happened to you. I am so sorry. I left you and they did this to you. I-I should of stayed with you.”

“Its not your fault Poe, none of this is your fault” you start rubbing your hands through his now wet hair.

“Yeah your right its HIS fault” Poe spits out. You ignore the comment as you were really not in the mood to have an argument with Poe about your brother right now.

“how are you? They hurt you pretty bad and then you crashed” you run your hand down his chest attempting to change the subject.

“I am fine just some scrapes I have had worse” he winked at you

“I am sure you have Dameron” you giggle as you get yourself out of the shower and begin drying yourself. “So have you missed me?” you smirk and gave him suggestive eyes.

Poe laughs as he jumps out the shower after you, wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabs your hips and pushes himself into the back of you. He leans down and starts peppering kisses to the nape of your neck which causes you to moan. “I have missed you more then you will ever know”.

“Ummm poe” you continue to provide involuntary moans as he continues to kiss down your neck along your collar bone. He turns you around so you are facing him, both still having small specks of water on you from the shower but right now both of you don’t care.

“You are the most beautiful women in this galaxy y/n” you start to blush as you connect your lips, all Poe wants to do right now is devour you but he knows he has to be careful with your injuries. He takes off your towel leaving you exposed in the process, suddenly you feel insecure, you and Poe have seen eachother naked 100 times but something this time feels different. Poe seeing the insecure look on your face begins kissing along all of your injuries, every scar, every bruise, every cut he placed a small delicate kiss, eventually he worked his way upto your lips. The kiss was passionate and needy, you were both fighting for breathe, you reach down and undo his towel that sits low on his hips. His hands are tangled in your hair as we both fight for dominance of the kiss, Poe’s hand travels to your hip and gives it a tight squeeze to bring you in further, you wince in pain. Poe quickly detaches himself “’m sorry” you give Poe a understanding smile and close the gap between you again. You start to reach between you and can feel his semi between your hands, Poe gives out a low groan and throws his head back, you take advantage of this expose skin and start places kisses along his neck whilst you continue to pump his cock between your hand.

“Baby I gotta be inside you” Poe slowly leads you over to the bed and starts to climb on top of you being really weary not to put any extra pressure on you. Poe starts kissing down your body, leaving little pecks along the way showing appreciation of your body. Poe looks down at you, you are a little thinner then he remembers what you still look just as beautiful, the sparkle in your eyes that he fell in love with all those years ago was still there. Poe continues working his way back down to the place you have been longing the most, he began leaving a love bite on your inner thigh which caused you to moan. This was our thing, it didn’t look good if we had exposed love bites on a mission so we always left them where others couldn’t see. That’s when Poe’s mouth goes to exactly where you need him. You let out a loud moan in response to his action, he stops what he is doing and looks up into your eyes. “You gotta be quiet maker we don’t want to get into trouble” which causes you to groan and grab the pillow from next to you over your face. Poe’s mouth continues to get to work, giving slow licks and kisses then starts paying attention to the clit, you continue screaming into the pillow. Poe inserts 2 fingers and continue to suck on your clit as he can feel you getting close, it wasn’t long until he had you cumming in his mouth.

He jumps back up satisfied that he made you cum on his tongue, he connects your lips with us which you can taste your cum in his mouth. You start scraping your fingers down his back which Poe to start moaning into your shoulder. Poe leans inbetween you and lines himself up. He slowly pushes in causing you to hiss at the sudden impact, he pushes himself further in being careful not to hurt you. Eventually he is all in and he lets out an inaudible sigh. “You can move Poe” he gives you a look to say are you sure? But he is too desperate to fuck you right now to ask again. His pace is slow, both of you moaning at the feeling of eachother, its like you both are a puzzle and you two just fit together perfectly. “You can go faster Poe” you beg as his pace is agonisingly slow, usually Poe is so dominating so you know he is being careful because of the injuries. Poe shakes his head refusing. “I’m not going any faster, if I do I might loose control and I am not risking hurting you so this has gotta do”.

You start to sit up which Poe looks at you confused, “you know we both are not going to cum if you continue that pace so come here” you direct Poe to lie down, him still looking at you with confusion wonders what you are doing. You slowly get on top of him and start to line him up with your core. “Y/N your legs are hurt you can’t be on top its going to hurt” you shut him up with a kiss as you lower yourself onto him causing him to groan into your mouth. You begin bouncing on top of him at a faster pace then before. You can feel yourself getting close when you look down and you see the sadness in Poe’s eyes. You halt your hip movements, “stop looking at me like that”.

“Like what?” Poe’s eyes don’t meet yours and continue to assess your body for wounds.

“Like I am broken. Close your eyes, focus on my movements. Enjoy our reunion” Poe is hesitate but you reach down and close his eyes and continue your movements. Within moments you hit the stop and come undone on top of Poe. A few seconds later Poe cums inside you and you flop down next to Poe both trying to catch your breathe.

“I love you” I pant

“I know” Poe winks back at me. We both clean up and get ourselves ready for bed. You both so excited for the 1st time in month to actually fall asleep in eachothers arms. You are curled up on Poe’s chest as he draws on your back. “What happened?” he asks. You look up from his chest and start rubbing circles along his jaw.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now Poe. I am been dreaming of this moment for months let me enjoy it”. You flop back onto his chest, you are exhausted after the events from the day and your events from this evening.

“At least tell me who did this to you”. Poe’s anger as now started to surface, he was protective when it came to you so seeing you hurt and him not being able to do anything about it kills him.

“It wasn’t him Poe. It was General Hux”.

“Why would he do this to you?” Poe continues to draw lines over your bruises

“Hux got into as much trouble as Ben by Snoke for letting you escape and not getting the map from BB-8. They had no one to blame so they blamed me and Hux made me pay for it”.

“I swear I will kill him, I am so so sorry I never should have left you.”  you stop to look straight up into Poe’s eyes. “Hey stop saying sorry, non of this is your fault you had to leave me for the mission. I bet my mum agreed, you had no other choice you had to get to BB-8. I am here now, I am alive so everything is okay so now enough talking let me fall asleep in my love’s arms because all I have dreamed about for months is falling asleep next to you”. With that you snuggle into his side and let sleep overcome you. Poe watches how your chest slowly rises and falls as you let in and out of breath, Poe cannot sleep, he is too worried about what happened to you and what the future holds for you. All he knows that you both will fight, for the rebellion and for eachother.

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The next morning Poe wakes up due to the emptiness next to him, he stretches hoping to touch you but nothing. He sits up and you are no where to be seen, he gets up and gets dressed and makes his way to the command centre where he sees you talking to Leia and Han. It seems like a heated argument so Poe places himself out the way. “Poe will you talk some sense into her” Leia shouts over to bring Poe into the argument, he looks confused as to say to catch him up on what was discussed. “Don’ t start bringing Poe into this, I can make the decision and I am saying I am coming, come on you guys need me” you pipe up.

“You cannot be talking about going back to Starkiller Base Y/N surely you cannot be that stupid” Poe gives you a stern look. You give Poe a shocked looked, out of anyone he understands the need to be brave I cannot believe he isn’t on my side with this.

“Why not Poe? Are you going to say here then? What is the difference?” This time you direct the conversation to your mum. “You allow Poe to go out so why can’t I. If I am staying he is staying too”. You demanded, they hate how stubborn you are but they can see themselves in the fire inside you.

“Poe is the best pilot we have and the greatest leader I need him out there Y/N” Leia snaps back

“Then what am I nothing?”

This is when Han steps in “I agree with her Leia. She is one of the best pilot and shooters I know and she is a strong Jedi the force is strong with her. We could need her, I will keep her safe”. Han states. You look between them all, Leia lowers her head knowing she has lost the argument. You begin walking out the room when Poe calls after you.

“Y/N you cannot be serious, look at what they did to you. They almost killed you and you want to go back there. Please don’t do this”. Poe is begging now and you can see the panic in his eyes.

“Poe you are risking your life out there up in the air, I trust you to come back to me so you need to trust that I will come back to you. Come on Poe I don’t want to leave on these terms.” I grab his hands in a plea to get him to understand.

Poe releases my hands and turn away “well I am never going to be okay with you doing this so I guess it is what it is” with that he turns and storms off in the other direction leaving you with a tear running down your face. You must come back to him, you made a vow.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

Chapter 1

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Injuries

Word Count: 1.7k

“Do you understand your mission Commander? It is a big responsibility so I understand if you want me to send someone else?” General Organa has finished her brief with Poe, she is sending him to Jakku to get a map to Luke Skywalker from Lor San Tekka.

“I am the man for the job General. I will not let the resistance down”. Poe replies with his cocky attitude.

“I know Poe” He turns away ready to leave the command centre “Poe-“ Leia shouts which makes Poe turn around. “If you see her, you bring her home” Poe nods as he continues to walk away knowing exactly who she was referring to.

As he walks to his x-wing all the memories of you two come flooding back to him, his heart melts at the thought of you then he felt his chest tighten, the heart break of you choosing to go with your brother, we knew you weren’t going to the dark side but in hope you can bring him back to the light. Poe lets his thoughts of you go to the back of his mind so he can concentrate on the mission ahead.

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“We got company!” Poe shouts as he can see the first order begin to land on Jakku. “You gotta hide” he said to Lor San Tekka. Poe takes the map to Skywalker and runs towards his ship with BB-8. He begins the launch systems but his x-wing is shot but the storm troopers behind him. He gives the map to BB-8 and tells him to go off into the depths of Jakku to keep safe. Poe begins shooting to make the escape for BB-8, he keeps looking around in hopes of seeing you but nothing. That’s when he see Kylo Ren kill Lor San Tekka, the anger in Poe ignites as he tries to shoot Kylo Ren but Ren sees the shot and holds the shot in the air and gets Poe dragged over to him. Ren instructs the stormtroopers to put Poe on board, as they drag his body inside all Poe is hoping is to catch a glimpse of you.

Poe is awoken up by the presence of Kylo Ren, he struggles against the restraints that is holding him against the cold slab. “I didn’t know we had the best pilot in the resistance”. Ren scoffs, Poe can feel the pain of the previous torture endured all over his body radiating throughout him but he is trying his hardest not to show it. “Tell me where the map is!” Kylo Ren demands, Poe ignores his pleas. He starts getting tired of Poe’s antics and starts searching his mind, Poe screams out in pain, then he members what you taught him, you taught him if Ren ever did anything like this to him you told him to bring memories of you two to the surface, memories of you two being intimate as you knew this would get under your brothers skin. He replayed the memory in his head, the last time you were together, it was the night before you left to go ‘save’ your brother, it brings tears to his eyes but seeing the reaction from Kylo Ren he knew it worked.

“Seriously! You wanna play mind games with me Dameron! I know how to get you to talk” with that Kylo Ren storms out of the room leaving Poe in pain and silence. Poe becomes anxious at what the next steps are going to be, he starts to become worried that he is going to involve you, you always said that he would never hurt you but now seeing him like this I am really not sure. Not long passed when the door opens again appearing Kylo Ren, this time he has two stormtroopers with you in their grasp. This time he tries all of his might to struggle in his restraints, trying to get to you, “you let her go! I swear I will kill you!” Poe shouts, which only causes a laughter from Ren. He sees the worry in your face, you look thinner then usual and your cocky smile is replaced with fear, seeing you like this worries Poe.

“I will ask you again where is the map? This time I am not playing!” Poe’s attention flicks between Kylo Ren and you, you are struggling under the hands of the storm troopers trying to free yourself from their grasp but its not successful.

“Don’t you tell him anything Poe! He won’t hurt me I promise you don’t say a word” You shout as you continue to struggle, Poe has an ultimatum as he cannot tell Kylo Ren where that map is but he would never forgive himself if you got hurt and he could of stopped it. When Poe doesn’t answer Kylo Ren becomes angry and starts lashing out in the room.

“You think I won’t hurt her. I want that map more.” with that he uses the force and begins chocking you it kills Poe watching as you struggle for breathe. Ren releases you and sends you flying across the floor and slams you into the wall, your lifeless body collapses onto the floor.

“Nooooo!” Poe shouts desperately trying to look for life as your body lays beside him, he is fighting even harder against his restraints to get to you. The next thing Poe knows Kylo Ren is searching through his mind, the pain shoots through Poe like electricity as he screams out of agony.  Poe can feel himself not being able to fight anymore and gives in. Kylo Ren satisfied getting the answer he required he begins to walk away leaving Poe exhausted.

“Grab her” he turns to the stormtroopers. Poe watched as they drag your body off the floor. It breaks his heart seeing you in this state and not being able to do anything about it. “Please just leave her here” Poe begs. Kylo Ren sniggers “I like when you beg, but do you really think I am going to leave her with Rebel Scum like you, she was always too good for you.” With that they walk out the door dragging your body behind.

The next minutes feel like hours, all Poe can think about is you. Are you alive? Are you hurt? Are you safe? All the constant thoughts are flooding his mind. Surely he would feel if you were dead, he thinks, well he hopes.

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Poe is awaken by a stormtrooper entering the room, he starts to release Poe’s restraints and Poe looks at him confused. “Come with me” he says holding a blaster to him. Poe and the stormtrooper walk through the halls of the ship. “In here” he directs Poe to a small room. “Can you fly a tie fighter?” he questions, Poe looks confused.

“I can fly anything. Why are you helping me?” the stormtrooper takes off his helmet to show the kindness on his face.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” He replies. “We gotta go now though” he states

“I cannot go without her. I need to find her” Poe states now sounding desperate.

“Who?” the stormtrooper questions

“Me” You utter. Poe stares at you in shock and launches across the room and attaches himself to you.

“You are okay? I-I thought you were dead” he stutters still embraced in your arms

“Come on it will take more then that to kill me flyboy. A little battered and bruised maybe but defiantly still standing”. You smirk with your arrogant self. Poe’s eyes light up at your cocky response, you both stand there staring in eachothers eyes. You not wanting to let him go, you are memorising all his features as you run your hands up his face and through his hair, its been 6 months since you last saw eachother but you feel like Poe has become more handsome within this time. You brush your lips against his being careful not to put too much pressure due to the cut on them. The stormtrooper next to us lets out a big cough to pull us out of our moment.

“We really need to go” he states knowing his right we all start following him.

“This way”  you lead pulling them down a short cut to the main base. “Here” you direct them to the tie-fighter on your left. “Can you shoot?” you ask the stormtrooper.

He nods “I can shoot a blaster?”

“Same concept” you respond. Poe looks at you with confusion.

“There is only room for two on the tie fighters. Y/n Hope Solo I am not leaving you! I am not leaving you with him” Poe rushes to my side. “I am not leaving here without you”. This time Poe doesn’t care about the cut on his lip as he attaches his lips to yours, its passionate and needy as you both know there isn’t much time.

“I will be right behind you, I promise, you guys can shoot to make the room for me and you can just cover me as we leave”. You say with urgency as you know every second talking is a second closer to being caught.

“Okay you best be” Poe turns his back as he makes his way into the tie-fighter. “Oh Y/n, I love you”.

You give him your usual smirk “I know”.

Poe and FN2187 get themselves into the tie fighter, Poe starts the engine and begins attempting to fly, but its still attached to the base. “Its okay I can fix this” Poe declares. FN2187 starts firing shots, he looks down and can see you still grounded using your blaster to shoot those that are shooting at the tie fighter. Eventually Poe gets them free, he starts to fly out of the base getting them in position to shoot the canons that are firing up.

As they take out of the last canon he looks around hoping to see you but you are no where to be seen. “We gotta go back, I gotta get her” Poe panics, he hates himself leaving you there.

“We cannot go back, they will kill us. What you dating Kylo Ren’s sister or something?”.

“Yeah something like that”. Poe knows he is right, they would be dead if they go back and you wouldn’t want that. He needs to get to BB-8 to retrieve the map to Skywalker before the First Order. He makes a vow he will come back for you, no matter what it takes.

[poe-dameron-fandom]

I Will Always Come Back To You

I have had a lot of requests for a Star Wars Fic. So here is a Poe Dameron x Solo Reader Fic. I will be releasing chapters as quick as I can. Please do send me requests to be included in each chapter. It will somewhat follow the story line of the main films however I will be adding extra scenes along the way. This will include, fluff, smut and a whole load of angst.

Kylo Ren goes to the dark side. When he leaves, his sister Y/N Solo decides to follow him in hopes that she can bring him back to the light. Doing this she has to leave behind her family and worst of all the love of her life Poe. When all their worlds collide and it surfaces how dark Kylo Ren deeply is, will Y/N be able to stand up and fight with the resistance, will she be able to fight to bring her own brother down?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6-

Chapter 7-

Chapter 8-

Chapter 9-

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12- Pending