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Kid Krow - Fight or Flight

Part 4!

A/N: Angst city, bitches. I don’t know what else to say about this part other than I’m sorry?

Chapter warnings: abandonment issues, panic attack, anxiety, Poe (because he deserves a warning all his own for this chapter)

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Word count: 3.3k

“Somethin’s gotten into you,” you stated as you stared at Poe with narrowed eyes, suspicious.

“Nothing has gotten into me, (Y/N),” Poe defended, but he continued stirring his bone broth without taking a sip or looking up at you.

“Okaaaay…” you drawled. You didn’t believe him; something had happened last night that made him like this, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was.

“Did I sleepwalk naked around the cruiser or somethin’?” You joked, trying to break the tension and bring a smile to his face. You did not succeed. “You don’t really look at me the way you used to,” you continued to jest.

Poe let out a deep breath, preparing himself for something.

Arle, Mille, and Zalos had gone to trade with a new customer across town, while you, Poe, and Zorii had stayed to meet with a repeat client. The chatter over the line sounded promising.

Zorii returned to the table with three drinks in hand. She set them down and looked between you and Poe, sensing the tension.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at the two of you.

“I really don’t know,” you replied. You tilted your head at Poe, silently asking what was going on.

“Sit down, Zorii, I have to talk to you both.” Poe’s shoulders were tense and his posture rigid, a determined look on his face.

“Ooh, sounds ominous.” Zorii plopped down beside you, hands clasped in front of her while she leaned closer to Poe over the table. You wished you were as calm as she was, but your heart was racing and your hands had gone clammy.

Whatever Poe was about to say, you weren’t going to like it.

“Just know that I have been thinking about this for a while now, and only recently have… events transpired,” at his phrasing, Poe glanced at you quickly then averted his gaze back to the table, “that have led me to finally make up my mind.”

Oh, kriff, you thought, whatever he’s plannin’ is because of me.

“What kind of events?” Zorii questioned, unable to let his choice of words and meaningful glance at you slide.

Poe’s breath puffed out his cheeks, and his eyes started roving around the cantina, trying to think of something to say. He rubbed at his collarbone and adjusted the position of his mother’s ring on the chain around his throat. He looked back at the two of you.

“We’ve all heard the whispers about the First Order,” he tried.

“So?” prompted Zorii. “We hear whispers about a lot of people all the time. What events have the First Order been a part of recently that have you so wound up?”

You knew that the First Order had very little to do with the decision Poe had made, while you had everything to do with what was about to happen.

Realization dawned on you, bright as a supernova.

“You’re leaving,” you whispered. You stared hard at his face, hoping he would contradict you.

Instead of assuaging your fears and reassuring you that he would never leave you behind, he simply replied, “yes, I’m leaving.”

He emphasized the one word he knew would break your heart and make you understand that this journey the two of you had been on was now over.

You couldn’t breathe through the fear that was refusing to allow your lungs the expansion they needed. Zorii and Poe were arguing with each other, but your ears were ringing and you could only hear the rush of your blood. Your heart was thumping a fast rhythm in your chest, requiring more oxygen than your lungs were bringing in. The edges of your vision were going black and you began to panic.

You scrambled up from your seat, leaning heavily against the table for balance. History was repeating itself, but this time it was so much worse. Poe had been by your side for so long that you had almost forgotten the feeling of losing a friend.

Now the memories were sizzling through your brain, the only things you could focus on in the moment. You were rushing outside in hopes that the cool air would calm your roiling stomach and staunch the urge to vomit.

A hand grabbed your arm and you flung it away violently, stumbling towards the door and out into the night.

You collapsed against the side of the building, head in your hands between your bent knees. You were trying to take in deep breaths, but you were hyperventilating instead. You hadn’t had a panic attack in years, so it was hard for you to remember your breathing techniques.

You slowly became aware that there was a hand rubbing against your thigh and a voice urging you to match their breathing. You tried to breathe along with them, but it took far longer than you were prepared for.

“(Y/N), just let me explain-” Poe pleaded from his crouched position in front of you.

“I think you’ve done enough, Dameron,” Zorii spat at him. Her hand was still rubbing your thigh vigorously to help you focus on something other than the chaos in your body and mind.

“You know this is something dad has always wanted,” he continued, trying to help you understand, “for me to follow in their footsteps.”

But you refused to understand. It hurt too much to sit there and let Poe lay all his excuses at your feet.

“G-get me out of her, Rii,” you wheezed.

You gripped her hand hard and let her pull you up and into her side. Zorii was supporting the majority of your weight, but you were able to shuffle forward with her guidance. Your eyes were still fuzzy and your head was pounding, but the worst of the panic attack was over.

“(Y/N), please!” Poe was struggling with your refusal to look at him, having never experienced this side of you. “It’s not what it seems, I’m just trying to help you.”

Do not cry. I’d rather die than have to cry in front of him right now.

“Help by being an asshole? Kriff off, Poe,” Zorii defended you. “Go be a pilot for the New Republic and leave us alone.”

“I’m not leaving until you guys aren’t mad at me,” Poe pronounced while opening the ship’s bay to allow you all inside the relative warmth of the hull.

“You’ll be here for an eternity, if that’s the case,” Zorii hissed. She was leading you to her quarters for some peace and quiet, but Poe couldn’t stand your silence.

“Princ- (Y/N),” his slip up was excruciating. He hadn’t looked at you or called you princess all day, which should have clued you in that his decision was all on you. “You have to know how much I care about you as a friend. I’m doing this for us, so you can get over your feelings for me.”

Zorii’s eyes widened and she looked down at you. Your face was crumpling and your lip was quivering with the force of your oncoming tears. Zorii sucked in a breath and expelled pure rage because of what Poe had just revealed.

“I swear to the Maker, Dameron, that if you don’t leave her alone right now I will gut you like a ghest.” Zorii’s eyes were hard as beskar, with no trace of the softness she had once felt for the man.

You could tell that Poe was getting frustrated with Zorii’s interference. His face was starting to flush and his mouth was twisted into a flat line.

“Zorii, just give us a minute, would you?” he asked sternly, his hands on his hips and his face tilted towards the ground. He was trying not to show how angry she was making him.

You realized that this stalemate wasn’t going to end unless you said something to Poe.

It’s your move. Fight or flight.

But if Poe was done fighting for your friendship and was instead running away to academy training, why should you do any different?

“Zorii,” you said, “give us a minute, please.” Your voice was weak, but you untangled yourself from under her arm and began walking towards your own quarters. Poe followed close behind you, hovering his hands as if he wanted to steady you but knew better than to touch you.

If he touched you you were sure to shatter.

It was slow going down the hall, and neither of you broke the tenuous silence between you until you entered your room.

You sunk down onto your cot, clasping your hands together between your knees. The after effects of your panic attack had left you weak and shaky, wanting nothing more than to lie down and not get up for a while.

But this conversation needed to happen, and you decided that it was best to just get it over with.

“If you’re lookin’ to make me feel better, I assure you that whatever you have to say is gonna do the opposite,” you stated. One of your legs was bouncing up and down in response to the intensity of your feelings, and there was nothing you could do to stop Poe from noticing.

“I think the main issue is that we haven’t been completely honest with each other,” Poe began, getting straight to the point.

You scoffed. “If anything, I think we’ve been too honest with each other; I’d rather have lied than tell you I was in love with you. I should have kept it to myself and let you live in ignorant bliss.” Your voice was soft and it cracked in a few places despite how adamant you were to not show any more weakness.

“I would have found out, eventually.” Poe leaned against your closed door, arms crossed and staring intently at you.

“Would you have? You didn’t notice in the last 15 years,” you pointed out solemnly. “Kes knew. Did he tell you? After the night you broke my heart and I was too ashamed to face him, did he ask you how it all went? And did he look disappointed when you told him the truth?” you pondered aloud, not really wanting to know the answer but feeling as if you needed to know how their conversation had gone that morning. If Poe was leaving soon, there was no harm in asking now.

Poe was silent for a moment. “He… he asked why I looked sad and I just told him it was because we had to leave early.”

“Ah,” you said, “so you were fine with lyin’ to him and pretendin’ that everything was alright, then?”

“I thought everything was alright!” Poe exclaimed, standing up away from his slouched position and uncrossing his arms. “You told me it was just a misunderstanding and that you’d get over it! I never encouraged you; you just misread the signs and tried to force everything on me. That’s not fair, (Y/N). Not to me, and not to you.”

Poe walked towards you with an exasperated expression on his face and his hands thrown up in the air, as if asking what he had done to deserve any of this.

You were quietly seething on your bed. You couldn’t help how you felt about Poe! People love who they love, and you just so happened to fall in love with the one person who would never love you back.

A rookie mistake you wouldn’t make again.

“Poe,” you breathed, “I told you already that I’m doin’ fine. I don’t know why you keep bringin’ it up.”

“Because you’re not getting over it, (Y/N)! Apparently everything I do is encouraging you, and I don’t know what else to do besides move on!”

You whipped your head up to lock eyes with Poe, tried to determine if he really believed what he was saying. That he really wanted to ‘move on’ from you and everything you had built together.

His eyes were clear and bright. Determined. Relentlessly staring back at you.

Now you wish that you didn’t know.

You jerked your face to the side, unable to even look at him in your anger.

“I wish that we had never spoke.” Your voice was deadly quiet.

“Speak up so we can talk about this,” he pleaded, “I can’t hear you when-”

“I’M TELLING YOU I WISHED WE HAD NEVER SPOKE!” You yelled, rising to your feet and raging towards him. “I WISH THAT YOU NEVER SHOWED UP THAT DAY ON YAVIN AND I WISH WE HAD NEVER MET!”

Your eyes were overflowing with angry and hurt tears -- tears that you could not control. You were so irate that they were falling against your will that you just became even angrier at yourself and at Poe for causing this reaction in you.

“YOU ARE THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME, POE DAMERON. YOU SPENT ALL THIS TIME MAKIN’ ME FEEL LIKE I WAS WORTH SOMETHING, ONLY TO RIP IT OUT FROM UNDER ME!”

Your palms were on his chest and you were pushing him towards the door, his face horrified at your screaming, sobbing visage. He was grasping at your wrists, trying to stop your relentless march that was going to throw him out of your life forever.

“I WANT YOU GONE! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!” You had reached the door. You slammed it open and shoved Poe out into the hallway.

When his warm chest was no longer under your fingers holding you up, all your strength left you.

“I never wanna see you again,” you sobbed brokenly.

“(Y/N)...”

You slammed the door in his face and collapsed.

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Kid Krow - (Online Love)

Pt 7!

A/N: The Aftermath.

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Word Count: 850 (A short one!)

“Hi, (Y/N). It’s been a few days. Um, I was hoping you would answer. Can we talk? Just… give me a call when you get this.” [End message]

“(Y/N)? I guess you’re still not speaking to me. But I got into the academy! I’m on my way to being a pilot just like mom. Give me a call.” [End message]

“Heeeyyyy prinncesssss. Wus jus’ celebratin’ our first su-(hiccup)-cessful flight exam! (Low hum, as if a mouth were pressed to the device). Jus’ wanted to let you knooow. I misssss you. (Indistinct chatter from the line). (Chatter ends abruptly).” [End message]

“Maybe you got a new device? I wouldn’t blame you if you did. But I’m still going to call in case you ever answer one day.” [End message]

“(Silence, except for light snoring in the background). (Whispered) Hey princess. I met someone that I think you’d like; you guys are so similar it’s scary sometimes. They make me think of you. (Silence). It’s late. I’ll let you sleep. Goodnight.” [End message]

“Well. Maybe you guys were too similar; they left my sorry ass, too. Not that I blame them - or you. I know I messed up. If you’d pick up, maybe I could find the words to explain what I actually meant that last time and how I feel. I’m sorry. Call me.” [End message]

“I know it’s been a few years since we last spoke, but I realized a long time ago what I’ve lost. And… I guess I’m just now brave enough to leave this message. (Nervous laughter). You were always lightyears ahead of me in everything, princess: flight skills, intelligence, feelings… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I ruined it all. No one I’ve found has even come close to making me feel the way you still do. I’m the biggest jackass in the galaxy for realizing this too late. (A pause). (A deep breath). I know this is cosmic payback, but now that you don’t feel the same way about me, all I can do is love you all the more. I guess I was too scared to examine the way that I felt about you for years. As long as you were by my side, I could pretend that the people I was with were enough for me and I didn’t need anything but you and them. But now that I’ve lost you… you were the only one I needed, then and now. I can’t believe I fucked this up enough to lose you forever. I know by now that you aren’t listening to these -- maybe you never were -- but I just wanted to say that I can’t help but imagine what maybe could’ve happened if I had said I loved you too at the force tree. If I had realized sooner what I had in front of me my whole life and didn’t take you for granted. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But (Y/N)? I love you. Really and truly. And that’s never going to change. Maybe one day you’ll forgive me enough to say this in person. But until then, I’ll be--” [Voice message surpassed allotted time limit] [End message]

“Graduation is just around the corner, and I can’t help but feel like I’m still not ready. Oh sure, I’m top of the class, but it hasn’t been the same flying without you around. I have a droid now, and he’s pretty good company, but it’s still not the same. I’d really love it if you came to the ceremony: I’ll send you the details? Dad will be here, and I know he’d love to see you. I’d love to see you, even if you’re still not speaking to me. I love you.” [End message]

“Guess who’s a commander! That’s right, your scruffy nerfherder. I’m kinda living up to that nickname you gave me now (Sounds of a hands running through coarse hair); I haven’t had time to shave since this new placement. (Laughs) You should see me! (Silence). (Whispered) I wish you’d see me…” [End message]

“I can’t just sit idly by anymore; the Republic is just letting these First Order scum terrorize the system. You know how bad we thought it was? Yeah, they just keep getting worse. I can’t sit here and watch trade routes while people are dying. Please let me know how you are; I need to know you’re safe. Just one word; that’s all I’m asking for, princess. Just a sign telling me that you’re okay. I love you too much for either one of us to die before I get the chance to fix this. Please. Call me.” [End message]

“Princess! What are the odds we’d end up working for the Resistance together? Pretty high, I guess, since we always saw eye-to-eye on the First Order and the Republic. Don’t be mad at her for telling me, but Leia said you joined a while before I did. She said something about waiting for the right time, but- Listen (Y/N), I know you’re still mad, but maybe-”

“Poe?”

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Kid Krow - The Cut That Always Bleeds

A/N: Mwuhahahaha! I really like how this chapter turned out, so let me know what you think! [I expect to be yelled at -- BUT FOR GOOD REASONS this time. I promise ;) ]

A/N 2.0: Only two parts left! The last part (The Story) is just going to be a little epilogue and part 9.5 is a short drabble for Hux after the situation on Canto Bight. I just wanted something silly to lighten the mood of this story Lol

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Zorii making death threats, MUTUAL pining (fucking FINALLY), fluff (fucking FINALLY, again) -- just lots of emotions in general.

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Word Count: 4.4k

“You need to rest, Commander. You haven’t left her side since you brought her back.”

General Organa was standing at the door to your room in the medbay. She had stopped by under the guise of bringing another set of flowers to replace the ones that had lost their vivaciousness from the days before, but she was really there to check on you both. She had her hands folded in front of her and a kind look upon her face as she gazed upon the scene.

“It’s alright, General; I’m not tired,” Poe responded. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was sunken into his cheeks, directly contradicting his words. He was still in the same outfit the medics forced him into after bringing you home and he was still sat in the same chair he had pulled up when they finally left you alone.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t want to look the way you do when she sees you for the first time in nearly five years. Plus, you’re starting to get a smell.” Leia grinned at her comment, giving Poe a discerning look-over from top to bottom. Her expression changed to confirm that what she was seeing and smelling was not pleasant.

Poe crooked a worn out grin at her, glancing briefly away from your face. The General was right in that he could do with a thorough scrubbing, but you needed him here. He could feel it.

“It’s just… she’s been… She keeps going into spasms and crying out, and the only thing that seems to calm her down is me.” With this, Poe looks back to you and squeezes your left hand again for the thousandth time. His mother’s ring was warm where it rested on your finger and underneath his palm.

The medics had unhooked you from everything except for fluids a couple of days ago, saying that you were out of the woods and only needed to rest. Poe just couldn’t bring himself to leave you when you could wake at any moment.

“I know,” Leia confided as she walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been keeping watch over the both of you when you pass out from exhaustion.” Leia looks at your joined hands and smiles softly. “I promise I’ll stay with her until you return. Go shower and grab some rations to bring back. I won’t even suggest a nap, because I know you won’t listen.” She pats him firmly, indicating that he needed to move.

“General…” Poe pleaded weakly.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, young man. Go.” Leia practically shoved him out of the chair and took up his spot with a satisfied smirk.

Poe was still holding your hand, but bent down to place a kiss to your knuckles before letting go.

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Don’t get comfortable,” Poe warned, glaring good-naturedly at the general. He began walking backwards out of your room, reluctant to let you out of his site for even a moment.

“I’ll return your post to you when you get back,” Leia assured. When Poe was gone, she released a long sigh, staring at your still-bruised face. “I’m so sorry, little one.”

Leia placed her left hand where Poe had been clutching yours and her right hand on your forearm, stroking your skin softly. She began humming an Alderaanian lullaby she had grown up with and passed the time by focusing on your breathing.

***

Poe was walking towards your room in medbay after the fastest shower he could take and eating the few bites of food he could stomach without exacerbating the gnawing pit in his gut. BB-8 was rolling along beside him, excitedly beeping about how well the two of you would get along once you finally met. Poe gave his droid a sad smile, convinced that once you woke up you’d want him as far away from you as possible. After all, you hadn’t reached out after all these years.

But still. Poe had the chance to be near you again after so long and he wasn’t going to waste it. He was already jogging around corners with BB-8 hot on his heels, but the sight of the General standing outside of the medbay caused Poe to sprint the last few yards. His heart was in his throat and all the air was punched from his lungs at the thoughts of something having happened to you while he was gone.

Stupid. Stupid! I should have stayed, I should have been with her. Maker, if she died…

Poe’s thoughts were spiraling out of control as he tried to race past Leia, but she grabbed him by the arm and halted his progress.

“Calm down, son. Everything is alright. I was just giving her friend some time alone with her. We’re not the only ones who love (Y/N).” The General gave him a firm squeeze on his arm and a reassuring nod. “I just wanted to be here when you returned. But! I have a resistance to run, so I’m going to go now.” She released his arm and patted him on the chest, taking in a deep breath and straightening to her full height. With a last look back inside the medbay, Leia walked off.

Poe knew who was going to be in your room, and he was nervous. He hadn’t left the Spice Runners of Kijimi on the best of terms, so seeing Zorii again was going to take whatever sanity he had left. Their brief conversation before was so focused on your abduction that he hadn’t gotten the chance to apologize to Zorii. They had never technically ended whatever relationship they had, but they were both well aware that history and you were the only connections between them now.

Poe cautiously walked to your room, peeking in on the woman who had once been his lover. He noted her stiff posture as she stood beside your bed, hands clenched around the guardrails and quietly fuming.

“This is your fault,” Zorii murmured, having noticed Poe’s arrival. “If you hadn’t been an idiot and left things the way you did, she would be fine. She would be safe. Safe with me and Zalos and maybe someone she wouldn’t have to try so hard to forget.”

Zorii refused to take her eyes off of you and Poe never looked anywhere but you when he was in your room. The last week and your ups and downs since recovering you from Teck Terran had instilled in Poe a fear that if he looked away for too long you would disappear.

Poe moved to the foot of your bed and rested yet another blanket on your feet, afraid that they were cold and you had no way of telling him. You had often complained growing up that your feet and hands were always chilly and Poe had always been there to warm them up for you.

He hadn’t been there to do that these past few years and that broke his heart.

“I know,” Poe whispered, delicately smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on the covers.

He didn’t dare walk any closer to you or Zorii, ashamed of himself for his past actions and not wanting to upset Zorii by taking your hand as if he had the right to anymore. She would be furious to see how comfortable Poe had gotten with touching you once again.

Poe’s voice remained quiet with his next words.

“You probably already know how she feels, but I overheard what she told Terran when I went to rescue her. I know she hates me. I know she wishes I were dead. But I need to talk to her. Just once.”

Zorii jerked her head up, eyes flashing and nostrils flaring. “You’re the biggest nerfherder in the galaxy if you believe that,” she steamed. Zorii huffed out an angry laugh and crossed her arms. “I don’t care what you heard; she was saying whatever she needed to get out of that situation. Don’t take anything you heard her say back there to heart.”

Poe quickly glanced up, reading her expression to see if she was telling the truth. Zorii rolled her eyes nearly to the back of her head at Poe’s stupidity.

“You’ve known this girl your whole life; don’t act like a fight and five standard years between you changed who she is. You know damn well she could never want you dead,” Zorii explained, uncrossing her arms and bending at the waist to rest her palms flat on the mattress beside your arm. She was no longer looking at Poe or the ceiling, but staring intently at your peaceful face.

“She may have been beside herself with anger when you first left, but once she realized you were really gone and not coming back, she was just sad. She couldn’t believe that her best friend left her behind because he couldn’t get over the fact that she developed feelings for him.” Zorii shook her head back and forth, frustrated. “Maker. Even I’m still mad at you and I wasn’t nearly as invested as she was. Is. I’m not sure how she feels anymore since she refused to talk about you,” Zorii said flippantly.

Poe’s heart was quickly crumbling with every word Zorii spoke. He knew he messed up. Stars, did he know. But it tore him up inside to hear that you wouldn’t even talk about him. The years of pain your silence caused were almost preferable to the needle-sharp words that Zorii was driving through his chest.

“I just- I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was helping her.” Poe’s voice was warbling, dangerously close to breaking. “I’m sorry,” Poe whispered for what felt like the millionth time to your sleeping figure. “I want to make it right. I want to come back to her.”

“You know what you’re doing when you’re coming back, so if you’re gonna leave you better leave. Better do it fast. Before she wakes up. Because if you break her heart again, I won’t hesitate to end you,” Zorii promised. The venom in her words and the conviction she put behind them only further proved to Poe that your friendship had solidified into a sisterhood that no one should dare underestimate. He was glad that you had a friend as protective and loyal as Zorii, and couldn’t help but feel that if he hadn’t left, you two never would have gotten as close as you now were.

“I don’t want to leave. Never again,” Poe professed quietly. He found himself walking around the side of your bed, opposite Zorii. He took up your left hand like he had done all week and gave it a quick kiss over his mother’s -- hopefully your -- ring. He settled back down into his chair and rested his forehead on top of your combined hands. “I need… I need to apologize. I need to tell her how stupid and selfish I was. That I love her, too…” Poe’s face was turned down towards the bed with his eyes closed, so he was unable to see you or Zorii. He was trying to keep her from seeing how vulnerable he was.

“If you’re not serious about this - about her - you need to figure it out quickly. I won’t let you make her your lover on a leash when you please. You had your chance. She deserves better than that. She deserves better than you,” Zorii warned.

Having finally spoken her piece, Zorii bent her elbows and placed a kiss on your cheek.

And gasped softly.

Zorii glanced quickly at Poe to see if he had noticed the change. His head was still bent forwards over your hand, so he was none the wiser. Zorii rose to her full height and straightened her jacket.

“Let me know when she wants me back in here,” Zorii stated, marching quickly towards the door and closing it behind her.

Confused, Poe lifted his head and watched her go. He didn’t know what she meant by that. But before laying his head back down, Poe turned to check on you again and froze.

You were awake and looking right at him.

*****

You had technically been awake for a few days now -- or so you thought. Without your body cooperating with your mind, it was impossible to open your eyes and see the progression of a chronometer to tell you how long you had really been aware of your surroundings.

And aware of one particular surrounding, you had been.

Poe’s constant touch -- whether it be his hand on yours, his hand on your hair, or his lips on your forehead -- was the one thing you could count on while you were lying immobile. It made your heart flutter and fracture all at once. You could no longer deny that what you had heard in your ‘dream’ had really happened or that what you had heard from Poe directly in this room was fiction, but that didn’t mean you believed him.

To say he loved you all along would be a blatant lie if he said it. You knew that Poe had only ever loved you in a platonic sense of the word when you had been together. After his departure, something must have made him reevaluate your lifetime of friendship and how he felt about you. But could he really come to the conclusion that he loved you romantically when he wouldn’t even be your friend when you tried to discuss how you felt years ago?

You were still immensely hurt by his actions, and even his apologies while he thought you were sleeping didn’t fix anything. And his lips on your skin certainly didn’t kiss the bruises on your heart until they were gone. They only seemed to darken them further, beating your heart to black and blue all over again.

And his mother’s ring on your finger only fueled the heartache. You had dreamed about that ring on your finger a million and one times throughout your life, hoping to one day call Poe yours. But that wish and all the others blew away like stardust in the wake of his departure. You had tried to stay angry at him for as long as you could, but realized you were only hiding your grief behind your fury. You’d never been able hold a grudge against anyone for a prolonged period of time, let alone the man you were in love with.

Now that Poe was in front of you, though, your anger returned. A steady blaze in the pit of your stomach and shining from your eyes.

Your voice was weak when you finally spoke, but it held a sharp edge. One that you hoped would knock the stunned look from his face.

A face you had missed terribly, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to acknowledge the fact.

“You wanted to talk, so talk.”

You watched as the light in his eyes guttered out and his full bottom lip was caught up between his teeth. You knew that Poe had thought of every scenario for when you woke up, but he had held out hope that it wouldn’t start like it did. You could see the gears turning in his head, could see how he was trying to find a way to have this conversation now that you could talk back.

“(Y/N), I…” Poe looked down and shook his head, banishing the image of a sweet smile on your lips that he had been hoping for. When your eyes followed his line of sight, you realized that he was still holding your hand. You flexed your fingers to dislodge Poe, still too weak to jerk your hand away like you didn’t really want to wanted to do.

Poe’s face crumples just a little more, but he removes his hand like you wanted him to. You felt the loss of it acutely.

He was staring down at the now empty hand in his lap, afraid to look you in the eyes and see the anger and disappointment that was there. When he had found you on that moon - strapped down and bleeding out - all he had wanted in the entire universe was for you to open your eyes and look at him. Just so he knew you were alive. Just so he could look into the eyes of the woman he loved.

Your eyelashes had fluttered for a brief moment and your lips had trembled, but he hadn’t been able to make anything out. It wasn’t until you were in his arms, cold all over but for the blood that pooled between you, that he finally heard your voice after five long years of silence. You had begged him to leave you behind, but he was damned if he’d let you go again.

That same feeling swelled within him now, that fierce determination to get you back and keep you close for as long as he could. He would respect your decision if you decided he wasn’t worth the trouble, but he had to try.

Poe takes a large, fortifying breath. Every line he had rehearsed for this moment seemed inadequate and trite, flowery words of affection that wouldn’t mean anything in the end. You could tell that whatever was going to come out of his mouth now was going to be straight from the heart.

Watching Poe struggle for words was something new to you. You begged your own heart not to fall immediately back into loving him so easily when he looked up at you with a fire and determination you could feel against your skin.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he began. “I am so sorry that I was only looking out for myself and tried to make everything about me and how I felt. I should have listened to you. I should have tried to understand that the feelings you had were valid and real. Sorry that it was my own fault for not realizing sooner what we had. What we could have had if I had only appreciated you more.

“When I left, I was stupid enough to believe you would follow me. Every decision I had ever made, you were always right there beside me. Right where I wanted you to be: right where I thought you’d always be. I hadn’t been alone in so long that I forgot what it was like not to have you in my life. We were inseparable ever since we were young - it was like, no matter what dumb choice I made, you’d always be there to encourage or chastise me regardless of how hurt you got because of it.

“But then I made the one decision that hurt you too much for you to follow me anymore. One that nearly took you away from me forever. I tried to contact you so many times in those early days, waiting for you to answer like you always had. But as time went on, I finally understood that what I had done was unforgivable.

“I’ll never be able to apologize enough to make it up to you. But I want to try. Please. Please. (Y/N), I love you. I love you with my entire being. I need you like the air I breathe. I need you more than anything. I’ve lived a life without you in it and it was too much for me to bear. You make everything bright and exciting. You are the marker by which I measure the meaning of my life. I promise I could be anything you need. If you’ll just give me this one chance to come back into your life, to show you how much I love you, I won’t let you down again. I promise to never let you down again.”

Your anger was gone the moment Poe opened his mouth. The conviction in his words cut through your weakly assembled armor and punched the air from your lungs. Poe stared directly into your eyes through his entire apology, desperately willing you to believe him. To trust him again, and bring him back into the folds of your heart.

As if he had ever left it.

The intensity in his gaze was eating away at you. You tilted your head back against your pillow, staring up at the tiled ceiling and blinking your eyes rapidly to prevent the tears gathered there from falling. But you were helpless against the artificial gravity of the ship, and the tears rolled down your cheeks in rivulets.

It was hard to breath around all the emotions lodged in your throat. One word from the man in front of you had you remembering what it felt like to be lying on that table beneath Teck’s sneer, begging the Maker to take you back in time to make everything right with Poe.

And now that he had rescued you from certain death and admitted to doing you wrong, you wanted him back more than anything. Because he was all the stars in the sky and the cause of every butterfly in your belly. If he thought he couldn’t live without you, how did he think you felt?

But you had been in love with him for your entire life and lost him because of it.

You needed to make him understand that you couldn’t have him coming back only to leave when he figured out that he misinterpreted his feelings. Misinterpreted the loss of your friendship as a new-found love for you. If you could be friends again without the romance, would he find that his feelings for you weren’t ever real? Because you couldn’t handle being the kiss he didn’t need, the lie between his teeth every time he said he loved you only to have it mean nothing.

If you got a taste of what being with Poe was really like, only for him to run away… you don’t think you would ever love again.

Unable to look at Poe with all of these feelings bubbling inside, you whispered your questions into the air above you. They filled the room with a taut thread that, once unraveled, would expose you for the liar you were.

“And what if I don’t love you anymore? What if all these years helped me to realize that we should only ever be friends? Could you live with that? Would you stay with me anyway?”

Poe’s own tears fell from his eyes at that. He knew that whatever he said might not be enough, but it was something else altogether to hear it. Pure anguish seized his heart, making it nearly impossible to think of anything but the immense pain in his chest.

He inhaled shakily and looked away from your crying visage, not even bothering to wipe away the trails his own tears were leaving behind. No matter if you didn’t love him anymore, he could never be without you again.

Poe plucked up the courage to answer you. He stood slowly from his chair and leaned over your bed, placing both of his hands on your wet cheeks and wiping away the tears he had caused.

“Whatever you need from me, princess, I’ll give it willingly. I’ll give you whatever part of me fits into your life now; and if that’s not my love anymore, then please let it be my friendship. I’m done denying my feelings for you, but I won’t force my love on you if you no longer want it. I’ll happily follow you to whatever end,” Poe murmured sweetly, cupping your cheeks and gazing at you as if you were the most precious thing in the universe to him.

Poe was preparing himself for a lifetime of unrequited love -- one such life that he had willingly thrust upon you years ago. He felt as if his love was too big to hold inside, but if that was what you needed then he would gladly carry it on his shoulders for the rest of his life and spare your heart the burden.

You closed your eyes at the onslaught of tears welling up and choked back a sob. After all the years of heartache and silence, everything was finally out in the open.

Almost everything.

Poe winced at your inability to look at him, and more tears slid out and down his unshaven jaw when he shut his eyes on the pain. It crushed his soul to know that his time as your love was likely up.

He ever-so-gently placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing himself a fraction of a second to linger there and relish in the nearness of your body. His soft lips forced a gasp from your throat, and you could no longer restrain yourself. You lifted your arms from the bed and latched onto Poe with everything in you.

Your face moved into the crook of Poe’s neck and you were bawling years’ worth of longing into his collar. You felt Poe slide his hands from your face and gather you quickly into him, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other wrapping around your shoulders. He was holding you as tightly as he could, kissing your hair desperately and sobbing.

The force of your combined emotions made Poe collapse against you. You were now both lying on the bed, grasping onto each other for dear life. Your face was snotty and wet, but you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling your head around and kissing Poe on the lips with every ounce of love you held within yourself for him. Poe returned your kiss just as fervently, his tears mixing with yours on your combined lips and tasting of the same hope you shared.

It was hard to keep your mouth off of him, but you needed to tell him how you had never stopped loving him.

“You idiot. Of course I still love you, Poe. That will never change. I’ll always be yours. I’ll always love you. Please don’t leave me again.” Every sentence was punctuated with another messy kiss.

“I promise. I promise. I never should’ve left. You’re it for me, Princess. I love you,” Poe gasped between kisses.

“I love you,” -- “I love you.”

The sloppy, tear-filled kiss was not what you had imagined your first kiss with Poe Dameron would be like, but it was the first kiss of the rest of your lives and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Kid Krow - Comfort Crowd

Part 6!

A/N: We finally find out what promise Y/N made and couldn’t keep.

Chapter warnings: angst (as always), and like one paragraph of very vague smut.

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When you stormed out of the cockpit, Mille, Zalos, and Arle refused to look at you. You couldn’t blame them; you looked like hell. Zorii sat sharpening a blade and ticked her head towards the cockpit, asking silently if you wanted her to deal with Poe. You sniffed hard, scrubbed at your eyes, shook your head, and practically ran to your quarters.

You pleaded with the universe to just make Poe sit still and not follow you. You could not handle another moment with him, or else you would explode. Or more specifically, your heart would explode and you would die a slow, agonized death. All because of Poe kriffing Dameron and his stupid, stupid , friendship.

You made your way through the corridors, leaning heavily against the walls in order to not fall over in your pursuit of a private downward spiral.

Eventually you made it to your door and entered your code. The door slid open and you rushed inside, closing it behind you as fast as you could so you could be alone. But going where so many memories of Poe lived had been a mistake. Being alone with your thoughts and emotions was just too much.

It was all too much.

With a shattered scream, you broke down. Every last piece of your heart was wrecked and crushed and ripped apart until it was unrecognizable. And still, this burning, unending pain would not. Go. Away!

Outside, you heard a raised voice. Poe. Saying something about needing to talk, to explain, to apologize. But then muffled, indistinct words of warning from Zorii. You knew that Zorii would not let Poe anywhere near you after what had just happened and how upset she knew you were.

Zorii walked inside, her lithe frame seemed to be held together by rage alone. She hadn’t even bothered to knock or ask if you wanted someone around. But regardless, she was now your best friend, and you just needed company now.

“I will refrain from speaking too much on it, but I do need to emphasize how much I despise that man for everything he’s done to you,” she explained, and settled on your cot.

You wheezed out a humourless laugh. You were numb, through and through, after the havoc that had occurred over your last two encounters with Poe.

Zorii was still angry, but she opened her arms to you for comfort anyway. The look on her face and in her manners spoke of softness in spite of her fury, and it broke whatever respite your breakdown had afforded you. A cry exploded from between your lips, slamming into the walls of your quarters and deafening you. It was the sound of anguish and pain and betrayal that was ripped straight from your heart.

You hadn’t felt so miserable and pitiful in all your life: those stupid kids from back home could never have made you feel as bad as Poe has.

Zorii opened her arms wider and you ran to her. You clutched at her waist, burying your face in her stomach and just sobbed . Sobbed for the best and only friend that you had had for years before Zorii came along. Sobbed for the stupid, love-sick fool that couldn’t take a fucking hint and get over her best friend that never saw anything in her anyway.

Sobbed for yourself. Your pitiful, sad excuse of a self.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine,” you muttered over and over again in hopes of getting your pain under control. “I don’t really need him. I don’t. I don’t…”

She sighed, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “ You’ve said that lie already . We both know what a load of bantha crap it is.”

You repeat yourself over and over again, trying to drive it through your own skull instead of hers.

“Look,” Zorii sighed once again, “I know you loved him. As more than a best friend.” You cringed against her, ashamed that Zorii had to find out how you felt about the man she had been sleeping with. “And trust me, I understand the appeal all too well. I wouldn’t have started anything up with him if I had known how you felt. And to give credits where credits are due, you hid it really well; I had no idea until last week.”

You still couldn’t believe that Poe had said that to you in front of Zorii, remembering how terrible you had felt about it and how profusely you had apologized to Zorii once she had come to check on you that night.

“I overheard your holo-vid with Kes the other night as well,” Zorii admitted, wincing at her own invasion of your privacy. You were too overwhelmed to tell her you really didn’t mind.

“He mentioned some force tree or something? I don’t really know what you had said before that, but he mentioned that and you went quiet. I’ll admit that I was intrigued and maybe wandered closer to your door than I intended to.”

Her voice went soft after that.

“But then I heard you mention that he knew: what who knew, at that point, I wasn’t sure. But you went on to explain how you had felt so pretty dressed up in Shara Bey’s dress and how you had prepared a whole speech. At that point, I figured you were talking about Poe.”

You closed your eyes against her and tried hard to push the memory away.

***

It was a lovely day on Yavin IV, and the big, gnarly-rooted force tree near the Dameron’s household was a brilliant green in the midday glow. The wind was whispering through the jungle, and all the creatures that made it their home seemed to be singing along to some unspoken melody. Just for you.

And for Poe, whenever he decided to show up.

You were all nerves. Sweat under your arms, a racing heart, and clammy hands: always the best look for confessing your love to someone.

You and Poe had returned home to Yavin last month after being away for a few years. Your group had had a close call on the last run, and you begged Poe to come with you to see Kes and your gran.

Your gran couldn’t care less that you hadn’t been home, but Kes was ecstatic that you guys had come back to see him.

Poe had gone to the market to pick up some snacks for the picnic Kes told him you had planned. Poe just didn’t know that it was supposed to be a date for the two of you, and Kes wasn’t going to spoil the surprise.

You were busy getting ready when Kes presented you with the most beautiful dress you had ever seen from Shara Bey’s closet. He was adamant that you wore that particular dress, since it was the one he loved most on her. Your emotions were already bubbling over from anxiety, but the look on Kes’s face when he looked at the dress broke your heart. You could see that he was reliving a memory of him and Shara Bey, and you just couldn’t break the spell that it had over him, so you sat quietly.

He eventually resurfaced and left you alone to finish your routine, all the while insisting that you’d be his official daughter sooner or later. Your smile was so big that it hurt your cheeks.

You arrived at the tree and started to set up the blanket and pillows that you had brought from the Dameron household. The blanket was spread out in the flattest nook between roots, and the pillows were propped up against the trunk. You took your place among the pillows and waited.

And waited.

Admittedly, Poe was prone to getting carried away with conversations between himself and the vendors, but that particular outing seemed to last forever in your mind. You knew why later, but at that point in time, you were convinced that Poe felt something for you and would return for you soon.

You knew that he felt something for you; on all your spice runs, he begged you to stay inside the ship and be safe, he brought you back pretty trinkets that he said reminded him of you, and he was always flirting.

Always.

The nickname he gave you? Princess? Absolutely flirtatious. The hugs before and after he left the ship? Obviously an excuse to be close to you. The little winks he’d send over the fire at you and all the inside jokes you two had? Come on! It was all right there. And Kes agreed! So, you two devised this little set up so that you could finally confess to Poe.

Even with only the progression of Yavin Prime to get a rough estimate of time’s passage, it still took Poe entirely too long to find you. When he finally showed up, you had fallen into a light sleep.

“Where’s dad?” Poe asked, setting down a basket with absolutely nothing in it. He plopped down right beside it, startling you awake.

“Where are our picnic supplies?” You countered, rubbing your eyes and feeling nauseous and disoriented after your impromptu nap.

He lifted his hands in the air as if to say “what can you do” and grunted. “Everyone had packed up by the time I got there. Why isn’t dad out here with us? Did he go back to the house to grab something?” His nonchalance and lack of apology really ate away at your resolve to profess your love to him. You wanted to know what took him so long before you said anything about your feelings.

“No, no he never came out here,” you explained. “Why did it take you so long to get to the market? You left hours ago -- the sun’s going down.” You were wringing your hands in your lap, nervous about what his answer could be.

“I was just catching up with someone; nothing to worry your beautiful head about.” When he said that, he had smoothed over the top of your head like a cherished and beloved friend. “It’s a good thing for us, I promise,” he winked. You were eating it all up like you were starved for affection.

How tragic.

You quickly grasped his hand before you lost all nerve. You kept it between your palms, drawing patterns on the back of it that kept your eyes down and away from his questioning gaze and adorable, slightly confused smile.

The future opened up bright and wonderful before you: your mutual affections coming out in the open and that long-awaited first kiss. Stars , you had been fantasizing about Poe’s lips for more than half of your life at that point. And his hands. His hands! Maker, if they would just glide over your skin and caress you like you had pictured for years, you would die a happy woman. And you’d thread your hands through those beautiful curls at the nape of his neck and tug just a little bit, until he groaned like you had always heard in your dreams. You would move together, right on that blanket under the force tree you and Poe had always loved. You would come apart in the most delicious way, panting and crying, with his mother’s ring dangling from the chain around his neck and nestling itself into the hollow of your throat. And then he would grind into you one final time and just pour his affections into your neck and mouth for safe keeping.

How goddamn tragic it all turned out to be .

“I need to tell you something,” you whispered, looking up through your eyelashes at him. He grinned, seeming just as excited and nervous as you were.

“Me too. I’ve been dying to tell you something for days now!” He wiggled where he sat next to you, scooting as close as he could and touching your foreheads together, like you were about to share secrets that were only meant for the two of you.

“You first,” you said, breathless. You couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

“No, no. You had something to say first, so you go ahead.” Poe had still been grinning at you, the happiest you had seen him in a while.

“How about we say it together?” You countered, giving his hand a little squeeze in anticipation.

“Okay, on the count of three,” he began.

“One…” you said together.

“Two…” you continued.

“Three!” You shut your eyes.

“I love you,” -- “Zorii and I are together,”

Silence. Your eyes were still shut, but now you were holding them so tightly that shapes were floating behind your eyelids. Poe pulled his hand from yours.

“What?” He asked, sounding confused and slightly wounded. Like he couldn’t believe that you had the nerve to say that out loud and ruin everything .

“Don’t,” you began, turning your head down and willing your heart to stop its frantic pace in your chest. “I – I didn’t know… I thought…” you trailed off, unsure what to say to fix the mess that you had created.

“(Y/N), do—do you love me? As more than a friend?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his baffled gaze. You couldn’t think straight at that point, so you said the first thing that had popped in your mind.

“Yes, of course I do.”

Stupid girl.

“Oh, princess.” He released your chin and sat back, resting against the pillows like he was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to deal with the situation any longer. “I’m sorry if I ever did anything to lead you on; I just thought we were friends. I mean, we both see other people, and I’ve never felt that way about you so I didn’t think you did either.”

He could not have said anything worse to you in that moment, could not have said anything that sucked all the warmth from your body any faster than that had.

Okay, (Y/N), just breathe. Think of a way out of this, you begged your frazzled mind. Anything would be better than the silence stretching between you at that point.

“I guess… I got some things confused. I’m sorry.” And now you were that little girl again, apologizing for things out of your control and no fault of your own.

You felt small again, insignificant and alone. A floating pile of junk in the vacuum of space, with no planet in sight and no answers to your distress calls.

Poe could see you spiraling, he had known you long enough to recognize the signs.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, princess, we’ll figure this out,” he murmured, coming closer to you once again. He arranged the pillows so that he could lay back with you on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and muttered soothing words, trying to calm you down and bring you back to him. Like he had done so many times before.

“No, there’s nothin’ to figure out; this is on me. Just give me some time and I’ll get over it.” You hadn’t gotten over it in all the years you had loved him-- truly loved him-- but you had vowed to figure it out, and quickly, so that you could stop feeling like that. “I promise I’ll get over it,” you said into the fist that was curled next to your face on his chest.

You closed your eyes and tried not to focus too hard on how good he felt underneath you like that. How intimate it was, how much it reminded you of the outcome of every daydream you had had.

How you knew that it was probably how he and Zorii spent their nights together now...

***

“Kes didn’t know how that day turned out because Poe and I fell asleep outside. I was too embarrassed to face him that next mornin’, so I sent Poe back to tell him we got an urgent message and had to leave. I don’t know exactly what they said to each other, but Poe looked sad when he came back and I didn’t wanna know.” The confession slipped through your lips, chapped from all the salty tears that you had cried into Zorii’s tunic.

“Oh, (Y/N). I’m so, so sorry. He was on a call with me that evening. I had no idea you were waiting on him; he just mentioned you all were going on a picnic and that his dad could keep you company for a while.” Her hands clenched against your back, as if trying to protect from a hurt that had already passed and done its damage.

“That boy wouldn’t know a Gungan from an Ewok if they were both standing in front of him. The only reason we ever got together was because I made the first move.” Her hands now continued their previous path of soothing circles, hoping to make up for the pain that she unintentionally caused not so long ago.

It amazed you how drastically things could change in such a short amount of time.

“It’s alright, Zorii, I’m not mad at you. I’m just angry at myself. Always at myself. For bein’ too slow, too emotional, too much and never enough at the same time.” You were defeated and exhausted, no longer able to keep even an ember of your earlier fire alive.

“I will not tolerate you speaking about my best friend that way; she is a wonderful person, and the best damn pilot we’ve ever had. She doesn’t deserve to be treated this way,” Zorii chided, having pushed you away from her and giving you a stern look.

You returned something resembling a smile.

You looked back to her lap where you had just spent an indeterminate amount of time; the white fabric covering her stomach was completely transparent.

“Oh Rii, I’m sorry about your clothes,” you mumbled, trying to dry it with the sleeves of your outfit. It did no good.

“I don’t really mind; I like my shirts soggy,” she said, deadpan.

This time, a real laugh bubbled up from your throat. You were immensely grateful you had a friend like her.

______

For months after Poe’s departure, you kept a smile on your shoulders until you were sweaty; begging on your knees for somebody to come and help you when it was too much to carry. Zorii did her best, but no one could replace the comfort and happiness you had once found in Poe. You eventually stopped asking for help and pretended to have moved on.

But time passes, and past hurts are less painful. Especially when you don’t think about them.

You had seen the missed messages from Poe in those early days. Every time your comm buzzed, the despair you felt over your situation returned tenfold, and the only option was to throw the device in a forgotten corner and let it die -- just like your feelings.

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Kid Krow - The Story

A/N: Well guys, it's been a pleasure creating this story. I can't thank you enough to all those who left likes and comments on every chapter - you have no idea how excited it made me to read your thoughts and feelings on the project I had started on a whim.

You guys are the best!

But this is officially the end of Poe and reader's story on this one. The only thing left is a little blurb I wrote for General Hux that I just thought could lighten the mood amidst all the angst of chapter 9.

Again, I appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart.

I don't have any ideas for any more stories, but if you guys want to send something in I might try them out!

Chapter warnings: some very light smut, pure unadulterated fluff.

Listen to the song here!

Read it on AO3 here!

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Word Count: 1.2k

Your cheek was pressed against Poe’s bare chest, soaking in the warmth that radiated from him. One of his arms was holding you close, drawing random patterns into the skin of your back. You were perfectly content to stay just as you were for the rest of your life.

You glanced down at your left hand that was resting on Poe’s stomach and a soft smile lit up your face when you saw his mother’s ring on your finger. It had been there for a few months now, but had gained all new meaning within the last few days. You had taken a trip back to Yavin IV with a small group of your closest friends under the guise of a lunch-date for everyone to meet or catch up.

The conspiratorial air between you and Kes felt similar to the last time you were together, but this little picnic had turned out so much better than the last you two had cooked up -- you would even say this one was perfect.

There weren’t many in attendance, just Zorii, Zalos, and a couple of Poe’s squadron members like Karé Kun, Jessika Pava, and Temmin ‘Snap’ Wexley, so it was easy for everyone to find a seat on the pillows spread out between the Force Tree’s meandering roots. The jungle moon’s weather was perfect for the picnic-turned-wedding that no one knew they were attending.

You and Poe had decided that only Leia and Kes should be in on your plan, since you needed the help with getting everything together. Kes had been over the moon when he watched the General stand up and explain what was going to happen, grinning from his son and very soon-to-be daughter to the shocked expressions on your friend’s faces. You and Poe had stood in front of everyone you considered family and pledged yourselves to each other for the rest of your lives. And you both intended to keep that promise.

Focusing back on your ring, you couldn’t help but tease Poe just a little.

“You know,” you began mischievously, “it was kind of creepy wakin’ up from a coma to find that I was engaged to someone I hadn’t seen in five years.” You put on a mock-serious face and looked up at Poe, startling him from his own thoughts with your voice. Or you startled him from the beginnings of sleep; you were both exhausted from the day’s activities.

Poe stares down at your face, trying to see if you were serious. He scoffs good naturedly and hugs you tighter into him when he sees the teasing light in your eyes.

“‘Hadn’t seen in five years’. And who’s fault was that?” Poe countered, quirking an eyebrow at you and turning so that you were now lying face to face. His brown eyes were shining with mirth and he couldn’t keep his hands from creeping towards one of your more ticklish spots.

You smirked. “Are you sayin’ it was mine?”

It was nice being able to laugh about how stupid the two of you had been; neither of you felt the sting of pain you used to over the situation. You both had worked everything out those first few days while you were recovering after having many heart-to-hearts and sob fests. You enjoyed the return of your easy friendship with Poe and you especially enjoyed the new facet of your relationship that came along with being together in love.

“I’m saying we might both be a little responsible,” Poe replied, shrugging the shoulder that he wasn’t lying on.

He tightened his fingers on your waist and dug in. Your body jerked at the pressure and a laugh escaped your lips. You pretended to glare and brought up a finger to point at him.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

It was Poe’s turn to be mischievous now. He poked your sides again and held you when you tried to wiggle away. There was a crooked grin on his face as he watched you. You couldn’t help but cackle as his fingers continued to wiggle against you.

The sound of your unrestrained laughter and joy caused Poe’s heart to stutter in his chest. He was indescribably happy that you were both on the same page and as in love with each other as two people could be. He stopped his assault on your abdomen and raised a hand to cup your face. Poe brought his mouth down to yours, tasting the laughter on your tongue and grinning against the smile you were still wearing.

He would never get tired of kissing your lips.

You both melted into the kiss with ease; the months of practice allowing the two of you to push and pull your mouths in a rhythm that only the two of you knew. Your arms slid around Poe’s neck, allowing your fingers to tangle in the short curls at the back of his head. You gave a soft tug and felt the soft groan that escaped from Poe. You grinned and tugged again.

“Princess. I thought you were tired?” Poe questioned, moving from your lips and leaving a trail of warm, languid kisses along your jaw and down your throat.

You craned your neck to allow Poe better access, relishing in the feel of his soft lips on your delicate skin. “You’re the one that started this, fly boy.” Your voice was raw from your recent laughter, but Poe had never heard anything more beautiful.

He growled into your neck and flipped you onto your back. Poe was on top of you, pressing you firmly into the mattress. No matter how sore they were, you wrapped your legs around Poe’s waist and pulled him into your body. The feeling of Poe nestled between your thighs and pressed against every square inch of your skin sent chills running through you. You whimpered at the feeling.

Poe’s left hand was cradling your cheek, providing himself with a better angle to kiss you. You brought your same hand up to reach across your face and interlace your fingers over top of his. Your wedding bands clinked together with a metallic sound when they met.

You might have been secluded in your shared quarters for nearly an entire standard year already, but neither of you planned on leaving any time soon.

There had been so many things that had tried to keep you separated from each other. The fact that you had grown up together on Yavin was incredible; out of all the planets and moons in the galaxy, Poe had found you lying in the grass not far from his home. And your brush with death while the two of you were separated could have very easily ended the story of your love before its happy conclusion. The universe was a cruel place: it ain’t funny, it ain’t pretty, it ain’t sweet. That’s just the way it works. But sometimes, beautiful things can come from hardship and pain and be all the stronger for it. The universe did not work in anyone’s favor or towards any one goal.

But you think that it could work out for you and Poe.

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Kid Krow - Checkmate

Chapter 3!

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Chapter warnings: A little angsty, mentions of anxiety and medications.

Word count: 1.7k (a little shorter than the others)

*You let some things slip to Poe that you never meant to be said out loud.

You were trying to determine if having Zorii as your friend was better or worse in relation to Poe. On one hand, you loved her as if she were the sister you never had and knew that she was a decent person, if only a little morally ambiguous like the rest of you; on the other hand, you had no one to confide in about your feelings for Poe, since, you know, they were together and all.

Sure, you were friends with Zalos, Mille, and Arle, but they weren’t your friend friends. You weren’t close enough to them emotionally to spill your secrets. You all got along great, but you knew you would never be best friends with any of them.

You considered Kes Dameron a friend since he had known since you were young, but you could not go into the gritty details of your desire for Poe with him. Gross. He was the only father-figure you had ever known, so you weren’t going to ruin it by embarrassing yourself like that.

Poe...Poe had been your best - and only - friend for the last decade and a half until Zorii was added into the folds of your heart. You three got along great and used to do everything together. You still went out with them occasionally, but felt superfluous and a bit queasy watching them together. You would always enjoy their company, but when Poe started getting handsy and showering her with affections, you always made an excuse to run away.

You were getting quite good at running away.

______

“Hey, (Y/N)! Do you want to-”

“Nope, sorry! Zorii and I are havin’ a girls’ night.”

***

“Princess! Let’s go-”

“Can’t. I’m almost finished with this story!”

***

“Come see this musician with me-”

“Sorry, Poe. I need to scour the corrosion from the capacitors.”

***

“(Y/N), why don’t we-”

“I’m a little busy at the moment, Poe!”

***

“Princess, can we-”

“Look, Poe, I’m almost-”

“No, (Y/N)!” Poe exclaimed, stopping you as you were trying to run by him with a greased wrench in your hands.

You stopped to stare at him. You could only run away for so long until Poe caught up.

“You’ve been avoiding me for days now -- what gives? You didn’t even do this after-” Poe begins, but you cut him off before he could mention the incident.

“I know!” you interject, clutching the wrench tighter so that it wouldn’t slide through your fingers and land on your foot. Again. “I’ve just been a little busy lately. You know how badly this ship needs a tune up before our next run.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you also didn’t need to replace and re-grease every cog and gear in the galley. But you needed something to do that wasn’t pining over Poe, and this was the next best thing to finding a random person in a cantina.

“Yeah, I know. But you have always made time for me...At least, you used to.” Poe looked wounded, his eyes downturned and mouth in a straight line. You hated to see that look on his face, but what else was there to do? It was getting harder and harder to keep your promise as time went by.

You took a deep breath and tried to think of the best way to explain yourself. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you were failing spectacularly, despite how hard you were trying. Every time you were around each other, it got harder to breathe knowing how he felt about you.

Or, rather, didn’t feel about you.

But you weren't going to burden him again with your feelings, so you had to find an excuse that sounded half-way believable.

“I’ll always make time for you, Poe. I just… haven’t been feelin’ like myself these last few days.”

Which wasn’t a lie. Your mind had been a scrambling mess; unable to focus on anything for longer than a few moments sometimes, and then at others, so hyper focused that you couldn’t think of anything else. You had stopped taking your SSRIs a few days ago, and you were spiralling.

“Do you need help? What can I do?” Poe pried the wrench from your hands and placed it out of the way. He grabbed your upper arms and started massaging your tight muscles. He had done it so many times before that he knew just where to knead.

“Hmm…” you hummed in content and leaned your head onto his warm chest. “This is perfect, Poe,” you whimpered into him.

“Did you stop taking your meds again?” came his quiet voice.

You didn’t respond. That gave him the answer he needed.

“Sweetheart…” he chastised softly.

“I know. I just thought I’d try it again to see if I was gettin’ better,” you admitted. You had been feeling… not great, but alright lately, so you wanted to see if you could manage your anxiety on your own without the meds or Poe. You should have known that the middle of a crisis was not the time to stop cold.

“Come on,” Poe said, pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, “we’re going to bed. I know you don’t sleep when you’re like this.”

He was right that you hadn’t been sleeping, and you were absolutely exhausted now that he mentioned it. He tugged you along and you followed obediently, anticipating the warmth of Poe lying next to you for the first time since… that night.

You got to your quarters before remembering that you were covered in grease and sweat.

“Poe, I need to wash off,” you whined, turning around and trying to walk back into the hall towards the ‘fresher, regardless of how badly you wanted to lie down. Ever since Leena Issard’s comment all those years ago, you took every opportunity there was to get under water and wash yourself free of the smell you were convinced still clung to you.

Poe wouldn’t allow it, your entwined hands jerking you back into him. He had found your stash of sleep aids and placed one in your mouth, forcing you to dry swallow since you didn’t have a drink in your room.

“Not now, princess. You need to lie down,” Poe coaxed. He placed himself underneath the mountain of blankets on your cot, spreading out on his back and leaving a space for you to cuddle up with him. You sank down gratefully, your face in his neck and his strong arms around you, holding you close.

Maker, how you had missed this; missed this closeness and intimacy with Poe. You both had been spending so much time with other people -- he with Zorii, and you with anybody that wasn’t Poe -- that you had forgotten what it felt like to be in his arms.

Your breaths started to slow and your sore muscles were relaxing after days of tension. The excess adrenaline in your system was fading, replaced by the meds and dopamine that Poe was so good at making your brain produce.

“That’s it,” he cooed, running one hand over your head and smoothing down your frazzled hair.

You both stayed like that for quite a while. You felt peaceful, warmth suffusing from the top of your head and down to the tips of your toes. Being with Poe like this always made you feel good and was one of the main reasons you had fallen so hard for him.

“You know you could have come to me,” Poe whispered, one hand still in your hair and the other rubbing soothingly along your back.

You were in the hazy state between wakefulness and sleep where nothing was real, causing your mouth to open before your brain could realize what was about to come out.

“You did some damage, so I’m makin’ you pay,” you muttered into his chest, so close to falling asleep that consequences didn’t exist.

You felt him stiffen beneath your fingers, which were fisted tightly in his shirt. The action didn’t register fully in your mind, causing you to be unaware of just how badly you had messed up.

“What?”

“I’ve gotten tired of the games that you play. When you tell me you love me then you throw me away. It hurts. And I thought the others could help me forget you, but there’s no forgettin’ you, Poe.”

“(Y/N)...” Poe started to move out from underneath you, but you held on fast, refusing to let him put distance between you. “(Y/N), what are you saying? You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“You might not realize it, but I do. I do…” Your eyes were closed and it didn’t feel like you were present in your own body. It just felt so good to be like this with Poe.

Why didn’t he feel the same way?

“I’ve never said I loved you, (Y/N),” Poe whispered, desperate to understand what your clouded mind was trying to say.

“Nooo,” you slurred, “you’ve never said it verbally, but you’ve shown me. Like when we’re around the fires? And you’re holdin’ me? I feel it then.” You were grinning into him upon recalling those nights, unaware that he was watching you with something like horror coming over his face.

“Princess, I don’t know what to say,” Poe cried out softly. “I wouldn’t have done that if I had known.”

“Princess,” you echoed him, the rest of his statement lost to the circulated air of your quarters, “that’s another way you tell me you love me.”

“Maker, (Y/N), why didn’t you ever tell me?” Poe was barely breathing under you. He felt so trapped and was desperate to get away.

“Because I just wanted to pretend you loved me, too.”

Your hands had gone lax against his chest and your head lolled to the side. Poe took this opportunity to slide off of the cot and start pacing the room. You cried softly out to him, making pathetically weak grasping motions in his direction, but he didn’t return to you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he begged off, his hands fisting in his hair so hard he was liable to pull out chunks.

He paced the length of your room once more and hurried to the door, not even pausing to look back at you.

In the time it had taken for him to stand up and make his way out, you had fallen asleep, memories of this conversation already forgotten.

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Kid Krow - Heather

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Trigger warnings for this chapter: angst, pining, jealousy, hurt, sadness, allusions to smexy times, friendship. (Zorii is a good buddy)

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Everyone had been drinking heavily by this point. Poe had his arm slung over your shoulders, drawing you into his heat to ward off the chilly night. Everyone was celebrating the success of your last mission.

It was successful in terms that nobody was injured. The exchange, on the other hand, could have gone better. But when your friends get the urge to party, there really is no stopping them.

You were the pilot of this little group that made up your circle of friends. Poe had taught you everything he knew about flying, and you had the patience that went along with being friends with a very… Poe… type of person. Therefore, you were the best pilot the group had. You could sit in the pilot’s chair all day waiting on the others to come back from their rendezvous with criminals and politicians alike, and be perfectly happy reading stories on your holopad.

You and Poe had been with the Kijimi Spice Runners for more than a few years now, ever since he had turned 16 and pestered you until you went along with his little escape plan. Everyone in your squadron was a decent being – as decent as smugglers and criminals can be, anyway – and you and Zorii were the best of friends when Poe wasn’t busy shoving his tongue down her throat.

And sometimes even when he was.

It killed whatever was left of your heart every time they wandered away from the group, running off the make out and fuck the adrenaline still thrumming through his veins out after a successful drop. But Zorii wasn’t drawing him away at the moment, so your heart was safe.

For now.

You were gazing up at Poe, enraptured in the way he was telling the story of one of your many adventures before joining up with the Spice runners of Kijimi. Your fellow runners were all laughing boisterously at your expense, as Poe was describing the time you wiped out in a pile of Bantha dung after trying unsuccessfully to tip one over while it slept.

You were laughing along because it was hilarious in retrospect, but you still shoved at Poe’s chest in defense of your younger self. He laughed harder, bringing himself back towards you and placing you directly against his chest with both arms draped over you, cradling you against him. (x)

His touch was more intoxicating than the Alderaan Ruge Liquor someone had stolen for tonight from the depths of a collector’s cellar.

You shivered at the delicious feeling of Poe surrounding you. You lived for moments like this, where you were both safe and happy and together. Poe’s laughter faded and he glanced down at you, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you cold?” he asks, his hands now rubbing up and down your arms. You blushed, unable to bring yourself to admit that it was more a shiver of pleasure than from the cold.

“Just a little, but I’m alright,” you said, smiling up at him.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Poe released you and started taking some of his layers off. Even with the fire you were all gathered around, multiple layers were necessary.

“Poe, no! Put your clothes back on,” you giggled, pretending to peek through the fingers you had placed over your eyes in mock chastity. Your flush building as he removed one of his sweaters and his undershirt rode up enough to expose a strip of tan skin.

“Nonsense, my princess is cold and I’ve got plenty of clothes to share.” Poe grinned, tugging his freshly removed sweater over your head and smoothing the hair away from your face where his actions had mussed it. “Besides: it looks better on you, anyway.”

You hugged your arms around yourself as you watched Poe zip up his outer layers. Your heart was full to bursting in your chest, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

Once Poe was situated again, you clung back onto him. You wrapped your hands around his arm and tucked them up where his arm met his chest. You gave your fingers a little wiggle and looked up at Poe, a mischievous grin on your lips. Poe’s face was playfully stern.

“Don’t even think about it, (Y/N). You know what will happen,” Poe warned.

“I’m not doin’ anything,'' you shrugged, looking away. Poe didn’t believe you, so he took your hands away from him and gripped them in his own, rubbing them gently to keep them warm.

You were in a great mood, enjoying the evening with friends and getting progressively more intoxicated.

“What a sight for sore eyes!” came Zalos’s bellow from beside you. He was gesturing for Zorii to come closer to the fire and join in on the fun you were all having. She had just come from talking with another group of Spice runners at the party, all of them watching her go and murmuring appreciatively to each other. Whatever deal she had just struck was going to do great things for your little troop.

“No thanks, I think I’m going to head to my quarters; big day and all,” Zorii threw a meaningful look Poe’s way and walked off towards the ship.

You watched his eyes as she walked by. There was a hunger in them that hadn’t been there before. You knew what was coming next.

“I think she’s right; I think I’m going to pack it in for the night, too.” Poe released your hands and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”

With a small wave and a smile on his face, he rushed after Zorii. Off to offer his warmth to her for the night and well into the morning.

“About time,” Arle muttered, taking another swig of liquor, “they’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now.”

“I wouldn’t call it dancin’ as much as foreplay. It’s always hotter when you’ve gotta work for it,” you said, pretending that your heart wasn’t breaking. “She’s had him mesmerized for a while now. I’m just surprised it took you all this long to find out they were together.” You upended your glass and downed the last of your drink. You stalked over to the bottle for a refill – you’d be needing it tonight. “I thought you three were more observant than that?” you teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mille groused.

“Good for them, though. Someone on this team needs a little action,” Arle mentioned, quickly looking to and dropping Mille’s gaze. Looks like Poe and Zorii weren’t the only ones that would be coupling up for the night.

“You’re all weak-willed; sex is the antithesis to rational thought. It drives you all mad with desire and detracts from what’s really important,” Zalos ranted, not for the first time.

“We can’t all be as lucky as you, Zal. Us lesser creatures crave a sweet release every now and again,” you joked. If you could have been as uninterested in relationships as Zalos was, you wouldn’t be in the situation you were now. You could be genuinely happy for Poe and Zorii, your two best friends, for finding joy in each other.

“I’ll teach you anything you want to know, little one. It’s all about meditation,” Zalos supplied, bringing his hands together in an imitation of a meditative position.

You chuckled and took a deep gulp of the Alderaanian liquor, hoping it would provide a deep enough sleep that you wouldn’t hear Poe’s moans through the walls tonight.

_____

“I don’t want to know,” you chuckled.

You were nursing a killer headache, and the stars shooting by the transparisteel were making you nauseous. Zorii was as composed and pretty as ever, having not taken part in the flowing alcohol last night.

Why would he ever kiss me when I’m not even half as pretty as she is? you wondered to yourself. You turned your neck so that your head was lying against the pilot’s chair, providing an unimpeded view of Zorii in her morning-after glow.

“All I’m saying is that you need to find someone that can do that to you; I promise you won’t regret it.” Zorii looked at you with a devilishly satisfied smile. You rolled your eyes at her antics, having already planned on finding someone to spend a few hours with at the next fuel stop.

“I don’t need to know how good of a lover my best friend is, thank you very much. I’m perfectly content not to know.” Because if you knew how much you were missing out on, you’d feel even worse than you already did.

“Fine; it’s your loss. I’m just trying to give you some new things to try out.” Zorii smiled into her caf, happy that she had made you squirm. She thought that you were anticipating trying out whatever she had been explaining, but you had tuned her out when the thoughts of Poe grinding into you from that angle left you hot and unable to focus on what else she was saying.

“Whatever,” you joked good naturedly, “just try to keep it down next time, yeah? Even in a liquor induced coma, I could hear you guys.” You had woken up to Poe’s groans echoing in your ears; both from the quarters next to yours and from inside your dream.

“Okay, princess. We’ll try not to mess with your beauty sleep,” she grinned.

“That’s all I ask.”

The conversation ended.

You both sat there staring as the stars passed by. You couldn’t focus on any one thought for long, so you were glad Zorii was tuned in enough to notice your inability to function that morning. She just provided the silent company you craved.

After a while, the quiet was broken when the cockpit door hissed open. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Poe walking in. You threw him a tired smile and looked back out the windscreen.

Poe sauntered up between the chairs, ruffling your hair and placing a kiss on Zorii’s lips. He squatted down between the two of you.

“So, where are we heading, princess?” he questioned.

“Wherever Mille tells me to go; it’s their turn to pick the destination.” You explained. Mille hadn’t woken up yet, being a notoriously late sleeper. You’re sure it didn’t help that Arle and they had left the fire together last night, either.

“Sounds like a plan.” Poe turned to Zorii, some clothing in hand. “I thought you would be a little cold, so I brought you my sweater,” he said, pulling it open and placing it over her head, much the same as he did for you last night.

You sucked in a quiet breath, trying not to flinch. It was the same sweater you were given last night.

“And who says I wanted this?” Zorri snarked, hands on her hips and a faux-affronted expression on her face.

“I say you wanted this,” Poe returns. He placed a kiss on her forehead and threw you a wink, then strolled back out of the cockpit with a smile on his face.

“What a sap,” you commented. You don’t think she noticed the sadness that lingered in your expression after Poe gave her his sweater. You grew colder at the knowledge that Poe cared for her just as much, if not more, than he did for you.

You definitely knew that he cared about her in a different way than he did you.

“Yeah…” she breathed. She fisted her hands in the sweater and pulled it up to her nose, taking in the smell of Poe.

The sweater he had given you last night had been spread out on your cot, infusing the blankets with his scent. A terrible way of trying to get over your crush, but one of the only ways you could stand not having him there. It’s excruciating that Poe had taken it from you to give to her.

He must like the thoughts of her in his sweater more than he cared about your feelings on the matter. But you had told him you were over it, so over it you pretended to be.

The last time you and Poe had gone off alone together had not gone your way, and you needed to keep the promise you made to him that day.

“When we stop for fuel, do you think you can stall every one for a couple of hours?” you asked Zorii.

“Oh yeah? Did I give you some ideas?” she teased, reaching out her arm to pinch your cheek.

“And so what if you did?” you smacked her hand away and rubbed your cheek. “It’s been a while since I was off the ship and having some fun away from you nerfherders.” Your tone was playful and you threw a knowing look her way.

“You know it’s not me keeping you from having fun; I encourage you as much as I can. I think Poe’s just jealous that when you’re gone you give me control and not him.”

Zorii was right, but it hurt to think that the only reason Poe didn’t want you to be with somebody else was because you didn’t give him the pilot’s chair. It had started out as a joke, you giving Zorii – arguably the worst pilot out of all of you – control while giving Poe your stuck-out tongue.

You liked when he begged you to stay, begged you to keep everyone up in the air and on the way to the next Spice drop. But you only gave him a cheeky smile and a promise of being back after a few hours. Sometimes you told him about your plans to find someone just to see if he was jealous for a different reason when you got back late.

He never was.

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You were sat with your feet propped on the console, careful to avoid pressing any buttons. You had a leather bound tome on your lap, enjoying the story’s plot. The main character reminded you of Poe: brave, brash, and beautiful. You were so enthralled that you didn’t hear the chatter of the trade end, so when you resurfaced at the next chapter you were at a loss as to why everyone was laughing amongst themselves.

“Did I miss something?” you asked, hand to the comm link in your ear. “I wanna be in on the joke.”

“It’s nothing, princess; we were just wondering why you zoned out on us,” Poe replied. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Another one of your stories take you away from us?”

“Of course. None of you are heroic enough to prevent an extinction-level event. You’re actually quite boring in comparison,” you said airily, grinning through your lie. They were some of the best people you knew-- illegal activities aside-- and they knew that.

“Okay, little book-worm.” Zorii was chuckling at the exchange. “We’re heading into the next cantina we find; are you going to join us this time?” she asked sarcastically, already knowing your answer.

“And waste what precious little alone time I have? Not a chance, Rii. You guys have fun out there, but I’m staying right here.” You made yourself more comfortable in your chair, preparing for at least a few more hours of immersion.

They heard you wiggling around, and laughed at your refusal to join them once again.

“It didn’t sound like you wanted to be alone the other night,” Poe said slyly. “We all heard you and that bounty hunter outside of the ship; you seemed to be enjoying their company.” Poe was chuckling to himself. “What was that? The fifth one in the last few weeks?”

Everyone was laughing and joking along, but you were horrified to know that they had all heard you. That Poe had heard you. And that he thought the way in which you had decided to keep your promise was a joke to be laughed at.

“Shut it,” you growled. Everyone was still having fun and chatting back and forth, but Poe went silent.

You heard music in the background, signaling that they had finally made it to a cantina. You were relieved that the conversation was ending and that you had time to calm your anger before they came back.

You said goodbye to the group and started removing your comm link when Poe’s voice came over the private channel.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he apologized, sighing heavily into the line. “That was uncalled for; I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“No,” you said, rage and hurt evident in your voice, “you shouldn’t have.”

“I know you’re trying to work through some things--” he began, but you cut him off.

“Seriously, Poe: don’t mention it. I’m working through it and making progress, so you don’t have to worry.” Your anger was morphing into a melancholy ache that was burning a hole in the middle of your chest.

“I’m always going to worry about you, (Y/N), that’s what friends do.” Poe was trying so hard to apologize, but everything he said was only making it worse.

“I know,” you choked, “just try not to mention my little indiscretion again, yeah?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” Poe joked, trying to console you.

Poe, please stop laughing at me, you begged internally.

You stared up at the controls above your head, willing the burning behind your eyes to go away. You needed a subject change and to get Poe to leave you alone for right now.

“Hey, could you bring me back some food? I’m not in the mood for anything we have onboard.”

“Yeah, sure. The usual?” Poe asked, thankfully having taken the hint and backing off.

“You know it.” You forced a neutral tone to your voice, hoping to get him off the line quickly. “But no rush; you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll just be here.”

“Okay, (Y/N), we’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.”

You ended the link and tried to go back to your story, but the male lead reminded you too much of Poe again and you had to put it away.

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Temper Tantrum - A Kid Krow Drabble

A/N: This doesn’t really add anything to Kid Krow (A Poe Dameron Story), but I thought of it while I was writing Part 8 and couldn’t help myself.

This is how Hux reacted to Teck stealing his ship at the end of Affluenza.

Word Count: 800. This is just a short little thing.

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General Hux was feeling very proud of himself.

He had allowed one of his troopers to shoot that low-life Spice dealer once their deal was complete and he had acquired the pickup location of his supply. Hux had explained exactly how all the Spice he now owned was going to help the glorious First Order find purchase on new planets.

He enjoyed gloating over the blue beast of a man while he was gasping on the ground; it was clear to Hux that the woman associated with the Spice dealer was terrified of the intimidating general and had run away in fear.

The creature -- what was his name again? -- wasn’t dying nearly as quickly as Hux would have liked, though. He had already run out of things to brag about. He turned from the lump lying on the floor and looked to his cortège of storm troopers.

“I think the Supreme Leader will be extremely pleased with my accomplishments here today. The fact that…” Hux droned on to his unwilling audience. He was congratulating himself on a job well done and explaining to these bucket heads what they could have done better throughout the night. One of the storm troopers tried speaking to General Hux at one point, but he gave them a nasty glare and threatened their life if any of them dared interrupt him again. He resumed speaking very highly of himself for a few moments more, then glanced over his shoulder to see if his victim was dead yet.

Hux’s eyes bulged out of their sockets and he spun towards where the man -- Teck! -- was supposed to be lying in a dead heap.

“Where did he go?!” Hux screeched. He darted his eyes around the room to find any trace of the scoundrel.

None of the storm troopers responded, fearful that they would forfeit their lives by speaking up and describing how he had crawled away while Hux was posturing in front of them.

General Hux began to sweat. Where was Terran? Was he going to seek revenge for the blaster shot that Hux had ordered? He pulled a blaster from one of the trooper’s holsters and held it in front of him for protection.

“Well. I believe it’s time to go,” Hux stated, raking his unoccupied hand through his hair and feeling stains growing beneath his arms.

He began the procession out of the private rooms and through the casino, his guards trailing after him. The group stood out among the fancily dressed clientele, but everyone was either too drunk or high to notice their progress. Once outside with the large number of patron ships, Hux walked carefully towards where his own should be, all the while keeping an eye out for a blue-skinned man with a hole in his chest and a vendetta.

He was just in time to see Teck Terran stumble into his second-favorite cruiser and close the hatch.

“What? NO!” Hux yelled, running towards the landing pad his ship was docked on. He was blown backwards when the ship launched from the pad, landing in the dirt on his back. He struggled to raise himself on his elbows and watched as the ship flew into the atmosphere, leaving behind the bodies of the three storm troopers he had ordered to defend his precious cruiser.

Incomepetent fools!

Hux stood to his full height. He was so mad! He stomped his feet and pounded his arms against the air, throwing a full-blown temper tantrum. Dust kicked up around him and got in his eyes. He started scrubbing his sleeves against his face in order to clear them out. The friction of the particles caused his eyes to turn red and watery, like he had been crying. But he wasn’t crying! No, absolutely not. He was not crying over the loss of his second-favorite ship.

He squinted through the tears that were not falling, and fixed the remaining storm troopers with a watery glare.

“What are you waiting for? Call someone and explain how badly you all cocked up the end of this mission! If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t have succeeded at all!” Hux yelled at them.

“Yes sir,” they responded.

The commanding trooper radioed to their flagship requesting pickup while General Hux sniffled miserably and thought of how he was going to explain the missing ship to Supreme Leader Snoke.

Stupid Kylo Ren better not say a word about this, or else he’ll regret it. I’ll make him regret it.

One day.

But for now, one day was far off and he would continue not crying over his failed attempt at impressing his master.

Maker, was he going to be in some deep bantha shit when he got back...

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