#Poe would not call Leia 'Leia' he would call her General Organa fight me

[dilf-din]

hiii! can i request things you said between your teeth with Poe?

Hi nonny! I’m so sorry this took so long. I actually just stumbled upon the ask game you were referring to when you sent this in.

This got a little bit away from me, but I had so much fun writing for him!

Please request more Star Wars boys with one of these numbers!

Snowfall

Character: Poe Dameron x f!reader

WC: 1650

Warnings: light language, mild depictions of wounds, mention of a needle, reader has a nickname

Since the empire drove the rebellion away from its base on D’Qar, Generals Dameron and Organa had been trying to find a new permanent base. Being left with next to nothing on Crait after Ren’s attack, everyone was wracking their brains for somewhere safe to rebuild.

“Hoth, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before!” Leia exclaimed. She recounted a story of when the rebellion had to flee the base there when she was younger.

“It might be a little outdated, but it’s roomy and secluded. Poe, I want you and Sharp to check it out. Take one of the tandem X-Wings and see if it’s worth a shot.”

Poe nodded and headed to find you. He knew you’d be in the hanger trying to salvage what was left of the fleet. Few people believed in the cause as strongly as you do. You had been with General Organa since the early days as one of her best pilots and sharpshooters, earning you your call sign, Sharp. Poe, being just as driven, found a quick kinship with you when he joined the rebellion. The two of you had flown together for years, gone on countless missions, lost crew mates, drank yourselves sick on joyous and dark days. He was thankful for the constant you had been when the whole galaxy seemed to be off kilter.

He strolled down the darkened maze of hallways with BB-8 by his side until he came up on the hanger. Sure enough, you were amidst a group of people clearing out some of the wreckage from last night’s attack. Your flightsuit was tied around your waist, leaving you in a black tank top with grease and ash in matching shades smeared across your arms and chest. You wiped the back of your arm across your forehead, further spreading the filth while you caught your breath.

“Sharp! Pack up, General wants us to go recon another base,” Poe called to you.

You turned to face him with a grin on your face, “You think my ass is dumb enough to unpack? Let me go wash up real quick, and I’ll be good to go,” you said, clapping him on the shoulder and retreating to the bunk hall.

He chucked at your response and went to make sure the double seater X-Wing was in working order.

Within no time at all, the two of you were airborne, headed to the ice planet not far outside of this system.

“I’d like to get off of that rust ball, but I didn’t know our other option was a blizzard,” you said bleakly.

“We’ll make it feel like home. Have snowball fights and all that,” Poe smiled, ever the hopeful one.

You were quiet for a beat before asking, “Do you think we’ve still got a shot?”

Hearing you doubt almost knocked the wind out of his sails. Of course, you would always have a white knuckle grip on hope in front of the rest of the team, these moments of transparency only taking place late at night or in the solitude of a cockpit.

“I can’t have my best girl giving up on me,” he said softly over his shoulder, “It’s just a little setback. We just need time to regroup and plan our final blow. We’re close, Sharp. I can feel it.”

Hearing his reassurance fanned the flames in your spirit again. You had a feeling the ending was just around the corner, you just hoped it was the ending you had all been working your bodies to the bone for.

You didn’t realize your joke about a kriffing blizzard would be the reality you faced once you descended into the white planet’s atmosphere, but you were met with blinding snow and winds so hard Poe could barely keep the ship steady. By the time you saw the tip of a tall rock formation jutting out of the ground, it was too late to warm him. The X-Wing was sliced nearly in two in an instant. Both of you were sent flying into the icy ground, hard. You tucked your arms around your knees, praying your helmet would stay in tact as you tumbled. Debris from the X-Wing was strewn all around you. Somehow, you avoided getting hit by any of the larger sheets of metal and machinery. Your mouth was full of slush and blood. Your head spinning from the hard landing as you tried to right yourself. You spit the snow from your mouth, and ran your glove along your lip to find it swollen and busted, the below freezing temperatures instantly stopping the blood flow.

Poe. You didn’t see Poe.

“Dameron! Where are you!” you shouted against the wind, your voice already hoarse from the elements. You craned your neck, desperate to find a peek of orange in the snow drift. BB-8 chirped faintly from behind you, and you turned into the howling wind, barely making out the faint outline of the small droid next to a pile of what used to be your ship. Chills overtook you despite the warm coats you had both pulled on before approaching Hoth. Each step into the storm felt like a mile, like every ounce of energy you had was being drained from your body.

“Poe!” you called as you got closer, finally making out the scene of him trapped beneath one of the wings, still strapped into his seat. BB-8 was trying desperately to lift the metal frame from him.

“Kriff,” you cursed under your breath, a new wave of strength coming upon you. “Poe! Can you hear me?” You nudged the wing up, it slid easily off of him and down the icy wall it was wedged against. Poe was slumped over, presumably unconscious, but you didn’t see any blood or major injuries. “No blood, no blood is good,” you tried to reassure yourself, as you quickly unbuckled him from his seat and awkwardly dragged him closer to you. You pulled a glove off and pushed it to his neck, searching for a pulse. His skin was still warm beneath your fingertips, and you found a steady heartbeat to the left of his adam’s apple.

“Let’s get you inside,” you whispered down to him. “BB-8, how far are we from the base?” you called over the roar of the storm.

He beeped something in binary and holo-projected a map of the planet onto the icy wall beside you. We’re right on top of it, thank the Maker, you thought to yourself. You wrapped Poe’s arms around your neck and slumped him over his back, hoping to make the short walk with no other snafus. Sweat beaded down your back from the weight of him and the extra layer of heat he was providing. Right when you thought your whole body was about to give out, BB-8 rolled ahead and started working on opening a large bay door that was cut into the side of what you could only assume to be a mountain. By the time you reached him, the door was fully open, and lights were flicking on revealing a long hall. You laid Poe down gently and ran ahead to see if there was anything useful. By a small stroke of luck, you had crashed just outside the medbay that was still heavily stocked. You filled your arms with supplies and ran back to your fallen companion.

“BB-8, can you find a way to send a distress call back to Crait?” you asked, quickly shedding your jacket and folding it into a makeshift pillow to elevate Poe’s head.

He beeped in affirmation and whizzed down the hall.

“C’mon baby, I need you to give me something,” you said quietly, pulling his helmet off, being careful to keep his neck steady. You unzipped his jacket and flight suit, lifting the hem of his shirt to check for any damage. His right side was almost one massive bruise, hinting at rib damage. His arms and legs showed no sign of any breaks or abrasions, but he was sure to be in a good bit of pain when he came to.

You prepared a bacta shot, drawing a deep breath before plunging it in between two of his ribs, hoping to get a head start on the healing. This drew a low groan from the back of his throat. You cast the needle aside and drew your hands to his face.

“C’mon baby, wake up,” you urged. His brown eyes fluttered under thick lashes, grimacing as he came to in a bright tunnel.

“Ohhh god,” he lamented as the feeling surely returned to his torso. His hands shot to his side.

“Thank the Maker you’re okay,” you breathed, wrapping yourself around him.

“Sharp,” he coughed, “Ribs.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you pulled yourself away and gave him a hand up into a sitting positioned. He grimaced and huffed out hard as he propped himself uncomfortably against the wall next to you.

“What happened?” he asked, squinting as he was still adjusting to the light.

“We hit a rock,” you said point blank, as you checked his pupils for any sign of a concussion. He let your gentle hands rock his jaw back and forth as you looked into each eye. You ran your hands through his hair checking for any bumps.

A soft laugh left his lips as he leaned into the touch.

“What, did that hurt?” you asked, drawing your hands back.

“You called me baby,” he smiled dopily, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You remember that but not the mountain you practically drove us into?”

“You called me baby,” he said in a sing song voice, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You gritted your teeth, “Next time I’ll let BB-8 drag your ass through the snow.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“Shut up, Dameron,” you shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Ouch, wounded baby,” he feigned distress.

“Oh, I’ll wound you, alright.”

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust  

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 1: I miss you when we're mad

Words:1041

A/n: I really hope you all love it! I've been writing it for about 2 months so I'm really excited to start sharing it.

“Hey, Jewelace! What the hell was that? You can’t just disobey my orders like that.”  Poe called out after her as the red haired woman struts away from the hanger, and him. Rhoswen stops and turns to him a look of exasperation on her face.

“Oh, I’m Sorry, I Just saved your ass out there! If we had followed your orders we would be dead and you know it. That was too close. I think a little thanks might be in order.” She puts her hand on her hip as she glares at him, her Emerald eyes blazing with fire.

“Thanks? You want me to thank you for that stunt you just pulled?” He’s yelling at her now

“Yeah! I didn’t realize you were stupid and blind. I may not have your title 'commander', but you're standing here because I made the right choice. That TIE fighter was going to kamikaze right into you and if I didn't shoot it down then we would all be star dust.” She stands her ground. Angrier than she's been at him before, and they’ve gone toe to toe on more than one occasion. They’re starting to draw attention. Poe knows he can’t get chewed out by the General for fighting with his captain…again.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me out there?” he asks, his voice hushed, his tone soft, almost a whisper, but filled with menace.

“I don’t know, try earning it.” She growls at him with venom in her voice, before turning on her heel and storming off, heading for the refreshers as quickly as she can. Leaving a slightly stunned commander in her wake. As she slides past some other resistance fighters on her way in she doesn’t even bother to try to bring a smile to her face. Rhoswen pulls off her jumpsuit as quickly as she could, just wanting to get into the showers and on her way as quickly as possible, wanting to leave as little chance as possible for Poe to catch up to her. She took a quick peak in the mirror before turning on the shower, her emerald eyes meeting her own gaze, it was hard to tell what was dirt or freckles scattered across her porcelain skin. Her chin length red hair clung to her head with sweat and grime. She sighs and turns to finish getting undressed before hopping in the hot shower, hoping the hot water will help distract her from her fight with Poe Dameron.

Poe however stood stunned in the harder thinking over every that just Happened. He and Rhoswen had a very similar background. She was also the child of two Rebel heroes, she had lost her parents at a very young age and had been raised and adopted by the Organa-Solo family. She was about the same age as their Son Ben at the time and apparently Han had a soft spot for her. He had heard all the stories from General Leia Organa. Some stories He was sure Captain Jewelace probably prefer he didn't know.

As Poe finally came to his senses he looked around then decided to wander off to his quarters to get showered and changed before reporting to the General. He couldn't help but think, about her as he walks. They had almost been friends at one point, when he had joined the resistance she was only slightly younger than him, a skilled piolet herself. They had talked for a long time at the beginning, his life on Yavin 4, hers on Chandrila. Her red hair was long then and she always kept it back in a ponytail. She had a sassiness to her that he quite enjoyed.  It seemed like they almost could have been close. But when he was appointed the leader of black squadron they went separate ways for a while, and by the time he saw her again with the determination to lead and fight against the First order, not to mention win the heart of the Red haired girl he was thinking about the whole time they’d been apart. But she had lost her Father. When Han Solo died Rhoswen was never the same, she kept everyone at a distance. No one got close. But that didn’t stop him from trying. That was until she was placed onto black squadron as his captain, his second in command. After that they fought all the time and were never friendly. As Poe sat on his bed he thought about the first time he saw her after he got back from destroying Starkiller Base.

~ Several months prior~

There was a lot of celebrating that night. Starkiller base was destroyed against all the odds. Poe was looking for her, Rhoswen. His red haired conquest. When he found her she was almost unrecognizable. Her signature pony tail cut off, her hair now just cut at the chin she, was at least a couple drinks in and she had been crying. Poe Sat next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey…I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sad about a victory against the first order… you doing okay Red?” He called her by the nickname he had always called her back when they first met. She just looks at him with an empty glare. She shakes her head and gets up, grabbing a jacket off the back of her chair. He recognized it, Han Solo’s Jacket….

“Oh maker… Red! Wait!” He gets up and follows her out of the party.

“Leave me alone Dameron.” She says as tears start to return to her eyes.

“Rhoswen wait…I’m..I’m so sorry about your Dad….” He says as her grabs her hand. She lets him hold it, stopping in her tracks. She couldn’t look at him. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die. Poe knew exactly what she was going though. His other hand going to the ring hanging around his neck. Losing your parent, without knowing that was going to be the last time you see them.

“Just…I just want to be alone Poe.” She says as she pulls her hand away.

“I….Alright.” Poe would live to regret letting her go that night.

~

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 82

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,655ish

Summary: You and the other go back to the Resistance base to put a plan together.

Notes: Two chapters in one day! (Also, can't believe that this series is almost over! Insane!)

You fell asleep almost as soon as Han helped you to a bench. He held you up against him so that you wouldn’t fall over while Chewie flew the Falcon to the Resistance base on D’Qar. Leia and he shared a worried look as they came to the realization that you were no longer as young and spry as you tried to keep being. Han explained to Leia about Rey and Finn, how he had gotten the Falcon back, and ended up on Takodana.

“Hey, kid, wake up,” Han whispered, shaking you gently.

You groaned as you woke up. Looking around, you noticed people getting off the transport. Han helped you to your feet and walked with you, following Leia, to the command center. He guided you to sit down and you thanked him with a smile. Han smiled back with a nod, eyes roaming over you to check for any injuries.

“I’m fine,” you told him.

“I don’t know think it was a smart move to fight, kid,” he worried.

“Yeah? Who would have saved your skin then?”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine after I rest up.” Han sighed. He turned around and plopped next to you, staring at Leia as she conversed with a group of officers. You noticed his longing, sorrowful stare. “She missed you, you know?”

Han scoffed. “Doubt it.”

“It’s true.”

“Yeah? Well, how about you?”

You reached over and placed a hand on his knee. “Of course I did, Han. You’re family.”

“General Organa!” Poe called as he hurried up to the group with the man that had been with Han and Chewie. You and Han put your attention on the commotion. “Sorry to interrupt, this is Finn, he needs to talk to you—“

“And I need to talk to him,” Leia said, taking Finn’s hand. “That was incredibly brave, what you did. Renouncing the First Order, saving this man’s life—“

“Thank you, ma’am,” Finn responded, clearly surprised she knew. “But a friend of mine was taken prisoner—“

“Han told me about the girl, I’m sorry.”

“Finn’s familiar with the weapon that destroyed the Hosnian system,” Poe said. “He worked on the base.”

“We’re desperate for anything you can tell us.”

“That’s where my friend was taken,” said Finn. “I’ve got to get there, fast.”

You pushed yourself up from your seat and walked over, Han right behind you. “And we will do everything we can to help,” you told Finn, “but first you must tell us all you know. Including, where you found that lightsaber attached to your hip.”

That’s when Leia noticed the old saber attached at Finn’s hip. 

“Maz Kanata had it,” Han responded. “It called to Rey but she refused to take it.”

“Wait…” Finn looked at you closer as he mumbled. Realization hit him, blowing his eyes wide. “You—You’re Jedi General Y/N L/N!”

“It’s Skywalker,” Han corrected at the same time Leia said, “Her name is Y/N Kenobi.”

“Doesn’t matter who I am,” you said. “That’s Anakin’s lightsaber that Luke lost on Cloud City.”

“I—I don’t—“

“Doesn’t matter about the lightsaber right now,” Leia interrupted Finn’s stuttering. “Tell us what you know about the base.”

~~~

After Finn explained what he knew, you, Han, and Leia found yourselves alone in the main command room with C3PO, BB8, and a shutdown R2D2. You watched as C3PO took a data device from BB8 and inserted it into a base computer. A map appeared on the base computer. You and Leia walked up to it, studying it. You sighed at the sight of the incomplete map.

“Generals, I regret to inform you, but this map recovered from BB8 is only partially complete,” 3PO explained. “And even worse, it matches no charted system on record. We simply do not have enough information to locate Master Luke.”

Leia shook her head as she sighed. “I can’t believe I was so foolish to think that I could just find Luke and bring him home.”

“Leia—“ Han tried.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

Leia turned around to walk away. “Anything.”

Han looked to you for help. You simply shrugged. He started following her, though the two never left the room allowing you to what the whole interaction.

“I’m trying to be helpful!” Han argued.

“When did that ever help?” Leia retorted. “And don’t say the Death Star!”

Han sighed. “Listen to me, will you?” Leia turned. “I know every time you… every time you look at me, you’re reminded of him.”

“You think I want to forget him? I want him back!”

“There was nothing we could’ve done.” He glanced at you briefly while he said that. “There was too much Vader in him.”

“That’s why I wanted him to train with Luke… with Y/N. I just never should have sent him away. That’s when I lost him… that’s when I lost you both.”

“We both had to deal with it in our own way. I went back to the only thing I was ever good at.”

“We both did.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Han spoke up again, “we lost our son, forever.”

“No… It was Snoke… he seduced our son to the dark side. But we can still save him. Me. You.”

“If Luke and Y/N couldn’t reach him, how could I?”

“Luke and Y/N are Jedi… you’re his father. There’s still light in him. I know it.”

“Generals,” General Statura interrupted, “the reconnaissance report on the enemy base is coming.”

~~~

A group of Resistance members surrounded the holo table which displayed a wireframe hologram of the surface of Starkiller Base.

“The scan data from Snap’s reconnaissance flight confirms Finn’s report,” Poe informed.

“They’ve somehow created a hyper-light speed weapon built within the planet itself,” Snap explained.

“A laser cannon?” One of the members questioned.

“We’re not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale.”

“It’s another Death Star,” you breathed out. “Just… worse.”

“I believe that’s an understatement, General Kenobi,” Poe said. He hit a button, revealing the comparison of the Death Star to the Starkiller Base. The Death Star was minuscule in comparison. “This is Starkiller Base.”

“So it’s big,” Han said, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“How is it possible to power a weapon of this size?” Admiral Ackbar questioned.

“It uses the power of the sun,” Finn explained. “As the weapon is charged, the sun is drained until it disappears.”

Suddenly an officer ran up, handing Leia a data card. She looked at it, heart clearly sinking.

“The First Order, they’re charging thee weapon again, now,” Leia said. “Our system is the next target.”

“Oh my!” 3PO exclaimed. “Without the Republic fleet, we’re doomed.”

“Okay, how do we blow it up?” Han asked. “There’s always a way to do that.”

“Han’s right,” Leia said, surprising her husband.

“In order for that amount of power to be contained, that base would need some kind of thermal oscillator,” you said.

“There is one,” Finn responded, moving the hologram to show a location on the base. “Precinct 47. Here.”

“If you can destroy that oscillator, it might destabilize the core and cripple the weapon… maybe the planet.”

“We’ll go in there and we’ll hit that oscillator with everything we got,” Poe said, very gun-ho.

“It’s not that easy Dameron. There’s a defensive shield that our ships can’t penetrate.”

“We disable the shields,” Han stated, a matter of factly. He looked to Finn. “Big Deal, you worked there, what do you got?”

“I can do it,” Finn confirmed.

“I like this guy.”

“I can disable the shields. But I have to be there, on the planet.”

“We’ll get you there.”

“Han, how?” Leia questioned.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”

“So we disable the shields, take out the oscillator and we blow up their big gun,” Poe confirmed. “Alright! Let’s go!”

~~~

Han, Chewie, and Finn were working on the Falcon when you finally got the strength to go out there. You had a bad feeling about the mission—specifically Han’s part in it and you wanted to do what you could to keep him safe.

“I’m coming with you,” you stated.

“No,” Han turned to you, shaking his head. “Not a chance. You barely had the strength to fight the way you did.”

“Han, I’m fine. Besides, I have a bad feeling about this and—“

“Then you’re definitely not going.”

“You’ll need my help.”

“Y/N,” he placed his hands on your arms, “you need to stay here.”

“I can save him, Han,” you whispered, getting emotional. “I wasn’t able to be the Chosen One and bring balance, but at least let me bring him back. Let me bring Ben home.”

“What happened to Ben wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have prevented it.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “It’s going to be okay.” He smiled as he pulled back. “It’s me.” He stepped away and turned to go back to the Falcon.

“No matter how much we fought,” Leia’s voice caused Han to stop, “I’ve always hated watching you leave.” She came to stand beside you.

Han turned around. “That’s why I did it. So you’d miss me.”

Leia laughed and moved closer to Han. “I did miss you.”

“It wasn’t all bad, was it? Huh? Some of it was… good.”

“Pretty good.”

“Somethings never change.”

Leia smiled. “True. You still drive me crazy.” Han placed his hands on her shoulders. They stared at each other briefly before pulling each other in tightly, holding for dear life. “If you see our son again, bring him home.”

“I will.” He pulled back, looking at you and Leia. “I’ll bring him home.”

Leia slipped her arm through yours as the two of you watched Han go over and enter the Falcon. You followed it as it lifted up and flew off, disappearing into space.

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[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

I just found your diner AU? (Sorry not sure what it's called) but it's amazing. I'm invested in stressed out student Hux and grumpy line cook Ren/Ben. Please tell me is Rey is the owner who inherited the diner from Luke or Leia, are finn and poe general managers, what's phasma's roll? Is Rose their maintenance or HR person? And is there more to read? Thanks.

(The fic tag on my blog for this is Hands off Hands out, because that's what we say when we finish an order, and then when we need servers to get it out of the window. Hands off we don't say much, but it can be helpful, but Hands out is probably said seventy times an hour at lunch, because something about lunch makes servers lazy about running food, especially when no one is on window and Expo is trying to do both jobs)

HELLO I NOW WISH IT HAD BEEN A DINER

i have worked in a lot of restaurants but the first one was called broadway diner in Missouri where I went to school, dropped out, and turned to the food service industry so i didn't have to move back home. It had seven booths and a ten seat counter and I was a sassy waitress it was great. During a hippie film festival one year I rented a sailor costume from a local shop and we had a special small menu and it WAS the peak of my serving career I was so cute. I have the diner acumen I could have done this gdi

BUT, this is definitely a steak house based off the one I work at now. We have an open kitchen, because the restaurant was founded when those were cool, and the whole thing is build around a wood fire grill at one end that honestly? It's so hot but does cook a very cool burger and we get to keep a shopping cart full of wood that we 100% stole from a walmart around. (It used to be a costco cart but those are too big, it was taking up to much space. I have never asked how we got the walmart cart here, as the nearest walmart is a mile away, while we're right next to a costco)

Our line is one section, and then theres a dividing wall, and right behind it is the prep area, or true back of house, as it were. there are technically two kitchen doors, but I've deciding that clarifying which one their going through at any time would be more confusing than just trusting the reader to go with me on this journey. The dish pit is off one, as is the server alley, and the management office and back door is off of the other. The only cues will be context or something

BUT, time for the actually back story. Leia Organa is the anakin, an anthony bourdain-esque figure who was not great to his wife and died of an overdose because the industry is rife with substance problems. this likely wont be covered in the fic, but it's fun backstory. She, having learned to love the industry but also learning from her father's mistakes, started opening restaurants and not doing drugs, and she eventually hired Han Solo as a manager. They fell in love, but she's a professional, so she sold the restaurant to someone to open another, and they started dating. Eventually, they got married and opened some unnamed restaurant. They sold that, and opened this restaurant, and everything was going great. Ben is conceived and grows up in this restaurant, and also comes to love food. Then a recession hits, and business is bad. Han and Leia start fighting, argue about management and other things, eventually they divorce. Han buys out Leia's half of the restaurant, she starts doing her own thing with those funds.

Right around this time, Ben is trying to break into the industry, and he doesn't want to work for his dad, so he starts working at the restaurant that his uncle Luke manages. Doesn't own, because he thinks owning a restaurant is a seperation from truly being in it, or something dumb. This Does Not Go Well. He leaves and works a shitty, back breaking minimum wage job at a NOMA-esque restaurant run by snoke. Maybe he develops a coke habit, but there's definitely a drinking problem, because he's working fuckin 70 hour weeks and barely has enough energy to breathe let alone take care of himself. He absolutely burns out, walks out during a shift and never goes back.

After a month of moping, he comes to work at the millenium falcon, the restaurant our story takes place in. It used to be called something else, but Leia kept the naming rights to the previous restaurant, so there was a rebrand. It wasn't a petty thing, the name was incredibly sentimental to her, but idk enough about star wars to make up that name. I'm open to suggestions

Which Brings us to your actual question, which I 100% have an answer to, because I've assigned most of the main characters their staff positions.

Hux, obviously, is lead host. I doubt he has a key to the restaurant, but he's the guy who makes sure all of the servers are doing their side work and organizes the alley. In return for this work, he makes $4/hour instead of the state minimum $2.13, which isn't much but is something, and since he's 100% not claiming his cash tips, it doesn't affect him too much, come tax season.

Ben is a key holder, and mainly manages so that his dad can have some time to hang out and not be in the restaurant. You can love a place and still get tired of being there.

Han is the owner-operator. If something goes wrong, ultimately, the fault runs up to him. He hates this, wishes it was still Leia's problem, but understands her decisions. (They still talk, she comes in every once in a while. It's a cordial relationship.)

Rey is the Front of House Manager. This means a couple of things. 1) she does the ordering for things like liquor and bar cordials, and probably also glassware and flatware. She decides how sections are set out, what reservations windows look like, and which POS they're going to use. (Han doesn't care as long as it uses paper tickets. Big order screens kind of ruin the open kitchen look.) She's also the person who tries to calm a table down when their food is taking too long or someone gets too drunk, and she's Very Good At It.

Mitaka is Lead Host. If you make a reservation, you're likely talking to him. I haven't decided if the restaurant will have bussers, yet, because we don't, and if not, Mitaka will also help clear and clean tables to create a faster turnover rate.

The Knights of Ren all work various positions on the line. They exist as periphery characters because a restaurant this size needs a lot of people to function. They'll all get nicknames because they have silly star wars names and I can't handle them, honestly.

Poe is a bartender. Look that man in the eyes and tell me he's not a bartender. You can't, because he is.

Finn is a tough one for me. Right now, he's a server, because it was plot convenient for me. Originally, I had him doing togo orders, because togo is the bridge between FOH and BOH like he is between the first order and the resistance, and it made sense for me. He may end up serving as both, because we have a few people that do that.

Rose is another character that mainly exists in the background? I don't know much about her so I just have her as a server, and she may end up developing an importance but as of now, she's just rolling silverware and taking orders in the miasma of this story.

Phasma, my sweet, lovely, wonderfully tall queen, is a pantry cook. They do salads, fry, and dessert and are often one person doing the job of two. I'm a pantry cook, I'm putting a lot of love into her, because I fuckin love pantry, as I am a mad woman.

(If you were wondering Ben is competent at all of the stations but he mainly works expo or grill. Han can do all of them, but he prefers dish, because when you're on the line all the time being a dishie for a day is a fuckin vacation. It's a day where no one is yelling at you unless they need plates and everything can be solved pretty easily. my first BOH job was a dishie job at a dennys I have a soft spot for it.)

Realistically, I need a few more people to fill out the actual story, and I may just straight up borrow my coworkers bc we have some wild people.

And I'm not kidding when I say most of the major plot points are things that truly happened at my restaurant. It's been a great source of inspiration.

Also please let me know if any of my terms aren't common knowledge and need to be explained? Like I don't expect people to know a santoku by name but beyond that I'm really trying to feel out what the general knowledge base for restaurants in the regular world is. not even in a pretenious way but in like a "why would regular people need to know what a cambro is, and that while yes, cambro is a brand name, when used as a improper noun, refers to a 22 or 12 quart container like this

[castiel-barnes]

General Sent Me.

Eventually: Chapter 1  |  Masterlist.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader.

Summary: It’s the first day on a new base, and the General suggest that your new squadron Commander shows you around base.

Warnings: Mentions of planetary invasion by the First Order. Some crying. Homesick. Poe being a sweetheart.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

The D’Qar base was a lot smaller than the previous base you were stationed on. The transition from the New Republic Defense Fleet to the Resistance, was decision that was easily made. The Republic Fleet had opinions on which you did not agree with, ones such as not helping smaller outer rim planets that were on the brink of invasion. They didn’t want to fight. 

You had just been in a meeting with General Leia Organa. You had struggled not to freak out as you stood with someone who has such a high and respected reputation. Pressing a button on a comms link, a medium sized spherical droid with orange and white decal rolled into the office.

“BB-8 will you please take Lieutenant Y/L/N to Poe please.” She addressed the droid who beeped joyfully at the name of his owner,

“Lieutenant, Commander Dameron will be expecting you. You will be joining him for a tour of the base, and a possible flight to asses your flying skills.” Leia continued now addressing you, giving you a soft smile. The droid who you now knew as BB-8 looked up at you with curiosity.

“Thank you General.” You smiled back to her and followed BB-8 out of the door.

He lead you through multiple corridors that seemed to go on forever, but he finally led you down some stairs that opened out into a hanger. From across the hanger, you saw a mop of brown curly hair appear as he seemed to hear BB-8 come down the stairs.

Lean. Thunk. Lean. Thunk. Lean. Thunk. That was all that could be heard as the spherical droid rolled down the stairs. The brown haired man walked over to you and BB-8 smiling. 

“You must be Lieutenant Y/L/N. I’m Poe Dameron, Commander of Black Squadron.” Poe introduced himself holding his hand out, 

“I am sir. The General sent me down with BB-8, she said that you would possibly give me a tour of the base?” You replied.

"Please don't worry about formalities with me. Just call me Poe." Poe smiled leading you to your quarters first so you don't have to carry your kit around,

Poe led you around the entire base, telling you where certain things were and how busy the base can get. As the tour of the base came to an end, Poe bought you both back to the hanger.

"Do you want to rest? Or go for a fly?" Poe asked wanting to test your abilities,

"Go for a fly, I didn't fly here so I feel a little couped up and a bit twitchy if you know what I mean." You explained, not happy about not flying to D'Qar.

"I know exactly what you mean." Poe smiled and directed you to an X-Wing that he explained was now yours.

Getting your pilot gear on, you walked over to the X-Wing and started preparing for the flight you was about to take. It hadn't been long since you left the New Republic, but new X-Wing meant getting use to how it works and how it acts. Walking up to it, you done the pre flight checks and climbed into the X-Wing.

"You'll find it is perfect working order." Poe smiled as he climbed up into his cockpit. You nodded and sat in the pilots seat, flipping switches and the hum of the engine started.

The X-Wings lifted off the floor and you followed Poe out of the hanger over the skies of D'Qar. The planet itself was beautiful, forest stretched for miles and even a waterfall or two.

Poe led you through different routes, ones that weaved in and out of tight spots. Ones that required attention and awareness. A lot of people outside of Black Squadron, struggled to keep up with Poe at the speed he went and with the manuevers he performed. But not you. For the whole of the test, you kept about 10 feet of his tail.

"It doesn't seem you learnt that in the Navy." Poe stated as he took his helmet off, his curls flattened to his head.

"My dad taught me. But I was deemed to much of a maverick." You spoke fiddling with the strap on your helmet,

"Don't worry. They didn't like my type of flying either. But you done well, and I'm amazed you kept up." Poe smiled and squeezed your shoulder softly. You smiled back and nodded thinking to your father.

"Get some rest. It's gonna crazy." Poe continued,

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow then." You smiled and started walking away before something came to mind. "Comm- sorry. Poe is there like a spot which is just out of the way? Sometimes I just need a moment to myself." You asked knowing that your room won't help.

Poe thought for a second and then thought of a place he went a few times. He motioned to walk to the door then pointed to a hill which had a bunch of trees on top.

"Up there. It's out of the way and not many people go up there." Poe spoke. You nodded and thanked him, then went off to bed. This was the furthest you had been from home in a long time. Though your home isn't how you remembered it in your childhood.

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Few days later - 03:42am:

You had woken up in the dead of night, memories had been plaguing your mind. You just needed to get out of your room. Placing a thin jumper on and your flight boots, you exited your room as quietly as possible so not disturbed anyone else.

However, you weren't the only one who was awake. Poe was still up for no reason apart from finishing reports. BB-8 decided to wonder round base, when he saw you walking down the runway towards the hill rubbing your eyes and sniffling. He knew he had to tell Poe.

BB-8 rolled in with a trill of beeps, voicing his concern to Poe.

"What do you mean you just saw Y/n?" Poe asked,

'I saw Y/n walking to the hill, and I think they were crying.'

"Okay buddy. Okay. I'll go check on them." Poe stated putting on a jacket and boots then walked out the door. It took him about 5 minutes to find you. Hearing light sniffles from a tree, Poe approached quietly but making himself noticed as not to startle you.

"Hey Y/n, you doing okay?" Poe asked kneeling next to you,

"Not really... I'm sorry you have to see me in such a mess." You whispered almost too quiet that the wind carried it.

"It's okay you don't have to worry about that. Do you want to talk?" Poe responded now sitting on the grass next to you.

The only light around was the stars and the twinkling lights from the base. It was far too early for the sun's to come up. Though you had only been in the rebellion for the last few days, the people in it were more welcoming and more understandable. You knew you could trust Poe.

“I feel really homesick. I really miss my dad.” You spoke not looking at him, 

“I felt like that the first time I left as well. It’s normal to feel that way. Leia will allow you to go back home if you want.” Poe stated trying to give you some sort of comfort. You shook your head and a small hiccup escaped from you.

“I couldn’t Poe. That’s the thing, I can’t go back. I had to escape and leave because they took over.” You explained tucking your head into your knee’s. Poe’s eyes softened and he rubbed your back softly, he didn’t know how you felt but he knew that he just need to be there with you in the moment.

“Y/n. Whatever happens with this war, I will try my best to help you free your home world.” Poe explained. If the Resistance could free one planet, then it was a start. 

Poe wrapped his jacket around you, and just sat with you until you stopped crying. He only knew you a few days, but knew that for a newbie in the Resistance it can be a bit more chaotic. 

[stellarstarwarsimagines]

Hi Anna! How are you? Can I request a Poe x reader please? Poe went on a mission and surprisingly got himself in trouble. The reader is at the base, besides Leia when the info comes and she's losing her mind because he's trying to get out that situation being reckless again. Once the X-Wing touches down at the base, she's running to him, and then she slaps his face for doing stupid shit and then kisses him because she's tired of pretending there's nothing between them and she almost lost him a thousand times and she's done holding herself back. Very fluffy ending. But only if you're up for it. Thank you anyways, I love your blog 💜

Hi! I’m doing okay! Of course you may! You’re so sweet <3 I’m glad you love my blog, and I hope you love this story <3

It wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous mission. Poe had reassured you several times before he left that it was going to be one of those in and out jobs. It was supposed to be so quick that he had even made dinner plans with you, promising to catch you up on everything as soon as he got back. 

He knew how anxious it made you when he went on missions, so he always tried to make them seem less dangerous than they were when telling you about them. Of course that never worked, because as soon as he was gone, you were glued to the comms. At first you had tried to find excuses, anything you could think of, to hover in the background, listening and anxious for the sound of Poe’s voice, but soon enough, everyone caught onto what you were doing, and General Organa had started saving a seat for you by her side. 

Your fingers tapped on the tabletop in front of you in an erratic rhythm, your eyes flashing back and forth between the clock and the light that should be blinking. He should have made contact by now. You had heard as much from the other Rebels in the background who were trying not to show how nervous they were in the presence of you and the General. The anxiety in your chest was making it hard to breath, and you were hoping that no one noticed how heavy your breaths were when you forced yourself to take them. 

A hand closed over your own tapping one, and made you jump. You turned to see the General smiling at you with a look that said she knew all too well what you were going through. “You know as well as I do that Poe doesn’t have a perfect sense of punctuality.” She said, giving your hand a squeeze and then pulling away.

That did manage to bring a smile, however brief. “Never on a mission anyway.” You added. In fact, the only time that Poe ever seemed to be on time was when he was meeting up with you. 

Almost as if she knew what you were thinking, she spoke again. “What plans do you two have when he comes back?” 

“Dinner. Then our usual catch up.” You answered, but then you realized something, and your brows furrowed. “How did you know that we had plans? Did Poe tell you?” You asked, unsure how she would know that because you hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. 

The General shook her head. “You two always do something after he gets back from a mission. I guess we all like to be around the people we love after we’ve come so close to losing them.” 

Love? Did you love Poe? Of course you did. He was your best friend in the galaxy. From the way she had said the word though, it had a different connotation. A connotation that you had always been too afraid to even consider during this time of War. 

“You know it’s a sad thing.” General Organa spoke up again, bringing your attention away from your thoughts and back to her. “People are so frightened of losing their loved ones that sometimes they’re too scared to tell them how they feel about them. After all, would it hurt worse if they lost them?” 

Your heart was hammering against your chest, because she was describing your feelings for Poe to perfection. You had already almost lost him so many times. In the back of your mind, you had been too scared about how crushed you would be if you did lose him for good to tell him how you felt. That you liked him way more than a friend ever should. “Wouldn’t it?” You whispered, looking back at the comm that still wasn’t blinking. 

Her warm hand settled on top of yours, giving it a little squeeze. “I’m afraid you’re the only one that can answer that.” Leia told you, with a small reassuring smile. 

You knew that she was right, after all, she always was, and you had to ask yourself, was holding back your emotions by using the War as an excuse the right thing to do? For either of you? Did Poe deserve to know how you felt about him? How whenever your mind wandered, he was the first thing that you thought about? How when you were having a bad day, he was the first person you wanted to see? How his hugs were your favorite thing in the world, and you never wanted to leave them? How his smiles always made your heart beat out of control? 

“You guys miss me?” 

Almost as if he had been summoned by your thoughts, Poe’s voice came through the now blinking comm, a little breathless, but other than that, sounding like his normal self. 

Relief crashed through your body like a wave, releasing all the tension you hadn’t realized you had been carrying. Before you even realized what you were doing, you had pressed the button, leaning over Leia to speak into the device. “Poe Dameron you better get your ass back to base right now.” 

When he said your name, even through the comm you could hear the surprise. “What are you doing there?” 

“Are you almost here?” You asked, ignoring his question. 

“Yeah, about that . . . I’ve got some company.” 

Any relief that you had felt when he answered, vanished at once, replaced with anxiety again. You backed away from the comm as Leia took over, assessing the situation and sending out Poe’s squadron to help him. Apparently he was being chased by the dreadnought he had infiltrated along with a whole squadron of Ties. 

It wasn’t good odds, and all you could think about was the conversation you had just had with Leia. Were you about to lose your chance to tell Poe how you felt before you even had it? What if a tie got him? Blew his whole ship up and took him from your life? How would you make it? How would you survive without him in your life? Poe had such a large chunk of your heart, and if he was no longer in it . . . 

Would you be left with anything? 

The thought left you clutching your chest, struggling to get air into your lungs. You felt Leia’s hand on your shoulder this time, trying to pull you back. “He wants to talk to you.” She said. 

You nodded, and leaned closer to the device. “Poe?” You said, biting your lip as you waited for his response. 

“Hey, you know I’m going to be okay right?” He said, even though you could hear the rush in his voice, the adrenaline as he dodged ties and attempted to blow up canons on the dreadnought. 

“You better be.” You said, your fingers digging into the table in front of you. “I’ve got something to tell you when you get back.” 

“Something to tell me?” Poe repeated, and you could almost see the confusion on his face. 

Leia’s hand that rested on your shoulder, gave you a squeeze. “Something I should have told you a long time ago.” You admitted, but before he could ask anything else, you bit your lip, your voice taking on an edge. “So if you don’t get back here, I’m going to bring you back and kill you myself Poe Dameron, do you understand?” 

Poe’s laughter filled the room, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. “Yes ma’am.” 

What seemed like hours was probably mere minutes as Poe and his squadron fought off the First Order. Part of you didn’t want to listen, too nervous to hear the outcome, or the moment that Poe might get himself killed pulling some stupid stunt, but you couldn’t stop, knowing that in a dog fight, every second counted. Any moment could change the tide. You were so focused you didn’t think you even remembered to breathe until . . . 

“Canon’s out!” A voice called out. 

“Preparing to jump!” Another one said. 

“See you in a second, sweetheart.” Poe told you. 

Leaning back in the chair once more, you let out a sigh, equal parts relieved and nervous that he was on his way back. Leia did the same at your side, and then gave you a look. “Give him hell for me, would you?” She asked, a grin on her lips. 

You nodded, then took off as fast as you could to the hangar. 

It seemed as if you had perfect timing, because as soon as you stepped foot onto the place, Poe’s X-Wing landed a few feet ahead of you. You took a moment to let out a breath, watching as he climbed out of his ship, throwing his helmet off and revealing those wild, dark curls that you loved so much. He was glancing around in every direction, and your heart sped up when you realized that he was looking for you. 

Because as soon as he caught sight of you, a big grin formed on his face. 

You ran to him, not wanting to waste another second being apart, and he held his arms open for you, expecting a hug. 

Instead you slapped him. 

He looked stunned, holding his face with his hand as he stared at you. “OW. What the hell was that -”

You didn’t let him say anything else. Instead you wrapped your arms around his waist and tilted your head to meet his lips in a kiss that it felt like you had been waiting your whole life for. Poe froze for a moment, and you were scared that you had embarrassed yourself, but then his hands cupped your cheeks, and happiness filled your chest as he kissed you back with a passion you couldn’t ever have imagined. You clung to him as your lips moved together in perfect harmony, as if they had been made to kiss each other, and the world faded away, leaving nothing but him and this moment. 

A single, perfect moment. 

When you pulled away, Poe didn’t move, and a soft smile fell on your face as you took in the wide eyes and dazed look as he stared at you. “The slap was for you being stupid. The kiss was because I’m tired of being too scared of losing you to do it. ” You said, biting your lip as you gazed into his eyes. 

It took a couple of moments for him to speak, and when he did, he still looked a bit stunned. “Did that really just happen?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “The slap or the kiss?” 

“Both.” 

A laugh left your lips as Poe’s fingers tangled in your hair, massaging into your scalp. “Would you like me to do both again? So you can decide if they’re real?” You teased. 

“You know, I think I’m good on the slapping, but the kissing . . . I may need a repeat. I think I might have blacked out from how good it was.” Poe’s forehead rested against yours as heat flooded your cheeks. “So I’ll need several more to be sure.” He murmured, his nose brushing against your own. 

“Of course,” You replied, a little breathlessly as you felt the feather-like touch of his lips against your own. “We have to be sure.” 

Poe grinned as he met your lips in another kiss. The first of many.

[waatermelon-sugaar]

Under My Skin: Chapter 1

Series masterlist

Word count = 4,6 k

Chapter Warnings = swearing, canon-typical violence, bad writing

Summary = You hate Poe Dameron. Simple, right?

Edit = Cross posted to AO3

Part 1 of 4 (I think)

Poe Dameron didn’t like you and you didn’t like Poe Dameron.

“Because!” You grouse to Rose as you make your way to the cantina, “he thinks he’s so much better than everyone else, no one could ever come close to his skills, and he always gets the best missions, and he’s good, but he’s not that good, he acts like he’s god's gift to women - no scratch that - to the galaxy, and he’s so arrogant!” You’re growling in frustration as you round the corner, suddenly lowering your voice as much as you can because Dameron is right there at the end of the corridor, deep in discussion with General Organa and Finn.

Rose’s only response is to whack you over the head as she walks through the swinging doors in the centre of the corridor. You’ve never been so glad you don’t have to walk past Dameron in your life. “What was that about?” You hiss as you catch up with Rose, grabbing your own tray and helping yourself to dinner. “You didn’t have to hit me in front of General Organa.” Rose snorts. “Yeah the General was the one you were worried about.”

Trays full, the two of you spot an empty booth and hurry towards it, sitting opposite each other. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You won’t shut up about Poe.” She jabs her fork at you, causing bits of potato to fall to the table. You can only gape, words escaping you momentarily.

Momentarily.

“What! I won’t - Dameron - he - he and I - urgh! - never in my life - he’s annoying!” You settle on finally, fully aware that you’re now whining. “He frustrates me!”

Rose raises an eyebrow, “Well maybe you need to work out those frustrations.” You shake your head, deciding to ignore her for now as you concentrate on eating. “You do need to get laid.”

You yelp, coughing when you try to swallow too quickly in shock. And then- “I can help with that, sweetheart.” You whip round, eyes narrowing when Dameron’s behind you, his flight suit tied around his waist, exposing his dirty vest and irritatingly strong arms. The only person who can beat him in arm wrestling is Finn - you can no longer count the amount of times he’s beaten you.

You take another scoop of dinner before talking with a full mouth. “Ok, one, I’m not your sweetheart, and two, Rose is wrong, and even if she was right, I definitely don’t need your help with-” you pause, swallow, and gesture vaguely in his general direction. “That.”

This, annoyingly, only seems to make him grin more. “That? You’re not gonna call it what it is?” You lean back, pulling your most unimpressed look onto your face, as he continues, still smirking, even having the audacity to wink at you. “Hot, animal sex.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, turning back to your dinner. “Whatever you say, Dameron.”

“Does it make you feel better, being mean to me?” Dameron asks as he squeezes onto the small piece of bench next to you. You huff, moving up so that you’re not touching. You don’t like him, but you’re not rude. 

Ignoring his question, you deflect. “Where’s Finn? Don’t you want to sit with him?” It takes more effort than it should to sound like you’re asking out of interest, and not because you want him to go away. Which you do.

“He’s still talking to Leia.” Your eyes flick to Rose, and she knows what you’re thinking. You twist your body to face Dameron, bringing a leg up under you. “Is this about the mission?” Her voice is low as she leans across the table, forgetting about the rest of her dinner.

The last few days have been hell. Rumours have been flying around base, centered around a box full of Jedi crystals. Kyber crystals, you’d told Rose the other day, not that the name cleared anything up. You’d poked around the base’s library on your datapad when you had the odd chance, but the Jedi were now the stuff of legend, just stories told to children about ‘the good old days’.  

The rumours made things worse - you’re not sure how much of it to believe - there were so few people who were even Force sensitive but as far as you were aware there were no Jedi left. Luke Skywalker was lost, and therefore probably dead. And even if Jedi did still exist, weren’t they supposed to be the good guys? Why hadn’t they come to help fight along with the Resistance?

But Dameron decides to play dumb. “What mission?” His eyes are too wide to be innocent and it annoys you. “Finn’s talking to Leia about…” he pauses, eyes desperately searching the cantina as he tries to think of a good excuse. “The quality of the food!” Turning to you, his eyes are intense. “I know you want more chocolate pudding.” You ignore how he knows that, instead focusing on glaring at him. “Dameron do you think I’m a good pilot?”

“Look,” he turns to face you, ignoring his own food even as you continue to eat, “it’s nothing to do with your skills as a pilot.” He pauses, but you interrupt before he can give you some empty platitude. “I think it is - otherwise why am I not being included?”

“Hey, will you listen,” he turns to you, poking his finger at you for emphasis. “This mission is top-secret and the risk of the First Order finding out is high so-” This time you properly interrupt, flicking his finger out of your personal space.

“So you just decide to talk about it in the corridor by the busy cantina, where everyone and their mother will see you?”

This shuts him up.

The two of you are looking into each other's faces, inches apart. And it’s annoying because Dameron is unfortunately handsome. Why? Why is he of all people so good looking? Rose coughs obnoxiously loud, causing the two of you to break eye contact and turn to look at her. You lean back from him, trying your best to look thoroughly unimpressed as he stands, picking up his tray and when he speaks, huffing, his voice is sharper than it was before.

“Look, I only came over to say that we’re going to have a mission briefing tomorrow at 6. Ok? So, just-” He leaves, mumbling the rest of the sentence under his breath as he walks across the cantina towards Rey, leaving you with your mouth hanging open, looking and feeling like an idiot.

“Well,” you say as you turn back to Rose. “That’s why I hate him.”

“You’ve got a mission, aren’t you pleased about that?” You can tell you’re annoying her now, but you roll your eyes. “Yeah, with Dameron. He’s just going to be hanging over my shoulder and passing judgement whenever he can. I’m not getting my hopes up.”

Every time you came back from a mission Dameron was there. Always. Just waiting to tell you what you should have done, how you should have flown, how he would have done it. As though the only reason he hadn’t done it was because he was too important.

You knew you didn’t fly how most people did, it had cost you marks in your final exams at school, and it cost you a place in a higher squadron, but it was hard to find the will to change when the poster boy for the Resistance saw nothing but incompetence when he looked at you. Bastard, you couldn’t help but think as you stabbed the last of your greens, wishing it was his face.

***

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

The mission had been going so well. You’d dropped into the planet’s upper atmosphere, bypassing the planet’s security, got inside the compound, obtained the uber-secret box (your briefing hadn’t quite covered what was inside, annoyingly) and you’d been about to sneak out when you’d decided a bit more snooping was necessary.

The box had been in the centre of a library/museum set-up and even you could tell that these were rare books. So you’d told Dameron to inspect the objects while you scanned the books, pulling out a few that caught your eye.

The first warning you had been given was a blaster grazing your arm, causing you to yelp in pain, dropping the books and duck to the floor as another shot had ripped through the shelves - an inch or two above where your head had been. So a crap shot then.

Paper had fluttered down around you as you looked for Dameron. The shelves would provide good cover but unfortunately it also meant you couldn’t see your shooter. Pulling your blaster out from its holder, you aimed a couple of returning shots into the darkness at the edges of the room as you looked for Dameron.

You found him near the exit, standing over a number of droids. He’d been holding the box with one arm, the other bleeding heavily, but you’d managed to escape, tangling with another droid who’d punched you as you left the way you came, avoiding the crap shooter on your way out. You didn’t want the First Order to know who’d been there.

So now you and Dameron were walking back to the ship, cutting through undergrowth as you desperately tried to remember the way, face throbbing in pain. Dameron had fallen quiet very quickly, and you were alarmed to see how much blood he had lost so far. His face was pale and all you could think was that it was your fault. If you hadn’t’ve tried to poke around and look for other useful bits and pieces, you would have got out with no trouble.

Oh shit.

You were definitely lost now. You’d taken a gamble on the last turn and this was wrong. There should be a stream somewhere to your left which led back to the ship. Where was it? This was so wrong. And how were you going to admit this to Dameron? “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Dameron’s voice wasn’t right. He’d lost a lot of his power, and you turned to face him, watching as a small drop of blood fell to the floor. You don’t want to say it, you know he’s going to hold this over your head later, your first truly important mission and you’ve fucked up so bad. “I -” you hesitate, mouth open, so unwilling to say it, especially to Poe, you have to force it out. “We’re lost...I don’t know the way back.”

And...oh god, you’re not going to start crying are you? You can feel the familiar burn on the back of your eyes so you blink, looking away from him. But Dameron starts struggling, using his injured arm to try and reach down, looking for something. You move closer, grabbing his wrist and forcing him to stop moving, to stop aggravating his injury. “What are you doing?” And your voice is mean and you don’t know why but his skin is cool, cooler than it should be causing your heart to skitter out of control.

Dameron looks up into your face and his eyes are a little unfocused. Shit. “Looking for a tracker - the ship -” His voice doesn’t sound normal. But you have to be the calm one, you have to be the one in charge so you push the panic down, trying to speak normally. “Where is it? You shouldn’t be using that arm.”

“In my pocket, I -” But you’re one step ahead, unceremoniously dropping his wrist and reaching in, pulling the tracker out. A thin disc with a central button, which you press, and a red light spins around the edge before settling a direction to your left, forcing you to turn about 45 degrees.

You set off, pushing through the undergrowth and snapping branches from trees, kicking any debris out of Poe’s path as he stumbles behind you. Panic is still rising in you, you can’t be the reason the Resistance’s best pilot dies. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckin’ motherfucker, please, please, plea-

You pause for a second, trying to get your breathing back under control, even as it skitters away from you. You glance back at Poe, who nods at you.

BB-8 is waiting back at the ship, preliminary checks before take-off having been completed. You help Poe lift into the co-pilot’s chair you’d been occupying earlier and squeezing into the pilot’s chair. You don’t remember the flight back, don’t remember dodging the planet’s security as you took off, all you remember is how pale and quiet Poe is. He watches you the whole way which would normally annoy you, but you don’t think his eyes are fully focused.

You’ve done better landings when you get back to the base, but you don’t really care, Poe’s breathing is different, you can’t stop the panic rising in you, and the second you’ve opened the door you’re yelling, voice already hoarse. “Medic! Medic! I need - I need a medic!” People swirl around you, when did they get here? But you don’t want to let go of Poe, one arm around his back, his uninjured one around your neck while you keep a tight hold of the box.

You fight as someone tries to unfurl your fingers, Poe’s weight disappearing and you’re crying now, hardly able to open your eyes. You don’t feel the sharp sting of the tranquilizer, instead blindly fighting the rising darkness inside you, unable to recognise it for what it is. Voices are all around you, muffled like you’re underwater and lights are appearing in bright spots above your head. You’re floating, falling backwards, further and further, until everything turns black.

***

The debrief was not fun.

Barely out of the medbay, you’d relayed to General Organa what had happened, how it had been your idea to stay back, how you’d got lost in the forest after, how you made a mess.

Due to your injuries, it had been just you and her, and even now, safely in your bunk, you couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than having to tell a whole command room. Sure, you’d been spared public humiliation, but at the cost of having General Organa’s full attention on your failure.

You’d pulled your curtain across your bunk, and you felt as though you might have to stay buried under your covers for at least a week to emotionally recover from the whole ordeal. The worst part of it was that General Organa hadn’t even seemed disappointed, or angry, just...like she expected it.

And Dameron was still in the medbay. It was coming up to 4 days later, but you’d maintained your distance, not sure your fragile heart could stand the pain of knowing his condition was your fault, no matter what anyone said.

You wanted to see him, to apologise, but at the same time the idea of facing him made you feel sick. It was your fault he was in the medbay, you should have prevented it. In fact, the only reason you even knew he was still in the medbay was because you assumed there would be some kind of announcement or celebration when he was better.

A knock on your door made you jump, and then frown, however the door began to open before you could respond which you supposed was kind of your fault, you should have locked it, now you were going to have to talk to someone-

And General Organa walks into the room.

You stand up so fast, you get a rush of blood to the head, your vision going black slightly at the edges. “General, I-” you start talking before you even know what you’re going to say, so shocked to see your hero in your room. Your eyes flick over to the mess of clothes you haven’t bothered to wash in the last week, tissues on the floor, half eaten snack bars and their wrappers littered around as you wished the room was a lot tidier.

“I wanted to check how you were getting on.” Her voice is soft, but still carries that familiar authority as she pulls out the chair from your desk and sits on it.

Your mind goes blank. General Organa...wanted to check...on you?

You manage to pull yourself together, sitting back down on your bed with a suddenly excellent posture. “Good, thank you General.” You can hardly look at her, it’s like she emits light, and it’s too bright, too much.

You’re hyper-aware of your every movement, this is the first time you’ve properly talked to her, you want her to like you, and oh my god she’s in your room? Her eyes never leave you, so you stare at your hands, fingers twisting in your lap. “Call me Leia.” She pauses, but it’s not enough time for the implications of that to sink in. “It’s understandable if you’re still feeling rough.” Oh stars you’re going to cry.

Your eyes are watery and you know looking down only increases the chances of them falling, but if you look up, she’ll see. “I wish I’d done things differently.” You say, and your voice sounds rough.

The room is swimming when you finally look up, but General Orga - Leia is smiling softly at you. “I think about every second of that mission and for every decision that I made, I wish, I wish I did the opposite thing.”

“Why?” The question is asked so simply, and there are so many answers, they crowd your mind. “You were successful, weren’t you?” Still you can only gape at her. Successful? Dameron is still in the medbay-

“I know what it’s like to blame yourself for a mission going sideways.” Leia continues, “But you retrieved the box, you’re both alive, Poe is healing well, the medics say the bleeding has stopped and his stomach is on the mend now.” His stomach? You frown, his stomach wasn’t injured, it was just his shoulder, but Leia mistakes your frown for further dissent.

“I know you think it was your fault because you said let’s stay behind, but what if you had found something important? And Poe agreed, didn’t he? It’s not just on you. You just have to learn when the risk is worth the reward.” With that, she stands, so you do too. “I’ll formally debrief the two of you together when Poe’s out of the medbay, but I thought you needed to know this.” You nod, unable to speak again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

It’s almost too late before you can speak again, Leia halfway out of the door, but she turns back when she hears your voice. “Thank you.” And you mean it. Leia didn’t say much, and nothing new, but she was right. The mission was technically a success. Things went wrong, but you were both alive.

Sitting back on your bed, you feel lighter, more like normal. And a part of that normality is annoyance towards a certain pilot. He was injured in his stomach? The more you think about it, the more a cold fury rises in you. Why wouldn’t he say? He was carrying that heavy box and - you let out a growl, surprisingly loud in the quiet room.

You make your way to the medbay, becoming angrier and angrier with each step. No wonder he had so much blood loss! How dare he not say anything! How could he not tell you? Did he not trust you?

You ignore the signs that tell you visiting hours are over, and maybe it’s the look in your eyes that stops any medics from reminding you as such when you march up to the front desk. “I need to see Poe Dameron, which room is he in?” You feel a tiny bit bad for being so demanding to an overworked medic, but you can’t think past how Poe Dameron lied to you.

You’re shaking as you walk to Dameron’s room, not bothering with pleasantries as you bang open the door. He’s lying in the bed, BB-8 charging in the corner and had you been calmer you would have noticed how Dameron jerked awake when you slammed his door shut. You ignore how he’s hooked up to various machines and drips, bandages covering his body.

“You were shot in the stomach?” Your voice is mean again.

Dameron just blinks groggily at you, a combination of drugs and tiredness, but you push down any pity, letting righteous anger flood your veins with fire. “What?” His voice is hoarse from misuse and sleep.

“You were shot in the stomach?” You repeat, keeping hold of that cold fury as you look down at his face. This extra minute is all Dameron needs to wake up properly and realise why you’re so upset. “No- just, just stabbed.”

“Just!” - and it’s like you’re watching yourself, no control over your actions and even to your own ears you sound hysterical, the volume of your voice rising.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You demand as he presses a button, lifting the top half of his bed up. Tears are once again pricking your eyes, but this time you will not be crying, so you wipe them away quickly, past caring.

“Because,” Dameron huffs, realising that's not a full sentence. “I don’t know - you...you had enough on your plate, I didn’t want to add to it.”

“You should have told me.” Your voice is dangerous now, your whole body thrumming with an unshakeable anger, even as you stand completely still. A strong undercurrent continues to carry you onwards in the conversation, and you know you’ll need to leave before it runs out. “You carried that box for fuck knows how long, and what? You were just hiding your injury? You just wanted to be a hero, or embarrass me?”

Dameron stays silent, glare heavy in his eyebrows. It’s too much, you want, you need answers.

“ANSWER ME!” You roar, lashing out in defence.

“I had to!” He’s shouting now too, pushing against the bed with his strong arm. “It was hard enough to snap you out of it when we were in the compound - I wasn’t going to add to it - I had to know you could fly us home!”

His words are like they punched you, a heavy exhalation, and it’s as though all the anger was tightly held in your lungs. “I flew us home.” Your voice sounds small as you take a step back. Dameron’s found the one chink in your armour again, just like he did when you first met, the one weak spot of your insecurity and smashed it to smithereens.

There’s silence in the medbay, pushing against your eardrums as though to emphasise just how the loud the two of you were. There’s a brief flicker of curiosity in the back of mind, wondering why the nurses haven’t intervened yet.

You can’t look at Dameron anymore, instead taking in the number of different machines he’s hooked up to, watching the drips, how his heart rate starts to lower as he forces himself to calm down. “So you didn’t trust me?” You don’t want the answer, but you can’t stop the words.

He takes his time answering again, but you still don’t look at him, hands playing behind your back with the hem of your jumper. “If you don’t trust me - you should have asked Leia to switch me out!” Shut up, shut up, shut up, why can’t you stop talking, you stupid-

“Maybe I should’ve!” His voice doesn’t change, there’s no difference in his heart beat, although it’s on the high side of normal, matching yours, but something changed. There’s a split in the room, a chasm separating the two of you that wasn’t there before.

“Well why didn’t you?”

“Because I felt sorry for you!” Your eyes snap up, looking at his face in terror. “I wanted to give you a chance! I didn’t think you’d fuck up like that.” If Dameron’s earlier words were a punch to your gut, these sent you sprawling. Short of an atomic blast inside you, any feeling left inside you was obliterated. Hot embarrassment crawls up your arms and you want Dameron to feel the same pain.

“Fuck you.”

The words hang there, each second an eon. Poe instantly regrets his words, knowing he’s gone too far. He opens his mouth to apologise, but the words don’t come.

Neither of you say anything, glares still spitting red-hot fire, when you suddenly want to leave. You don’t want to see Dameron’s face again, not for a long time. So you clench your jaw, throwing up your middle finger and slamming the door behind you.

***

Isolating yourself doesn’t seem quite so appealing once you’ve left the medbay, so instead you make your way to Rose’s room, grabbing a bottle of firewater from the cantina as you pass. You need a drink.

When you arrive, you’re not sure you want to talk about the recent shitstorm your life has recently become so the first words out of your mouth when Rose opens the door is- “Do you like Jannah?”

It’s a little mean of a conversation to spring on your friend, but you’re a lot of things, and blind is not one of them. You’ve seen how the two mechanics look at each other. Especially when they think the other won’t see. Holding up the bottle as a peace offering, Rose smirks at you before leaving her door open as an invitation.

Rose denies having a crush on Jannah as you work through the bottle, only conceding on the point that Jannah is very pretty. You’re probably a little too quick to agree, blaming it on the drink that’s currently making you feel like you’re floating a couple of inches above the ground.

Comfortable silence falls on the two of you as you sit there, the floor a little cold under you, leaning against Rose’s bed.

“I’ve been thinking-” Rose starts but you interrupt before she can get any further.

“Dangerous.”

Rose doesn’t dignify this with a response, instead waiting until you wave a hand at her to continue.

“We’ve got a coordinating day off next cycle, if you wanna go to Sanctuary III. They’ll have a festival then, I can’t remember which but it should be good fun.” You can tell she’s keen, so you’ll go with her, but you find it hard to inject any enthusiasm into your voice.

Rose picks up on this, sighing as she refills her glass. “Alright don’t seem too keen on the idea.”

Your shrug, not really wanting to talk about the real reason you can’t find any excitement. “Sorry. I’ll go with you. It’ll be fun.”

“What’s wrong?” Her voice is gentle, and her hand is on your arm, and it’s so reassuring, so warm, your skin sings under her palm.

You talk to your feet as you tell Rose what Dameron said. “-and he - it was horrible, Rose,” you sniffle, tears springing into your eyes again. “And I - we’ve never got on, he’s, y’know, annoying, we’re always bickering, but I just - I never thought that he actually - it’s my fault he’s injured, and maybe he does hate me and-”

You stop your tirade and for the first time, just let yourself cry and breathe for a second. Rose’s arm comes around your shoulder and you lean into it, slightly. “It’s fine - I mean I never liked him anyway, now I can just move straight into the dislike section, maybe even hate I dunno.”

“Ok you should know that that’s not healthy first of all.” Rose’s voice floats out from above your head. “Second, I’m sure he didn’t mean it, and anyway, who cares what he thinks? Leia thought you did well. And third, this is all the more reason to do something on our day off!”

You give a weak chuckle and nod. You spent the rest of the night, playing cards and chatting about lighter topics until both of your eyes start to burn and you make your way to bed.  

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Chapter 2

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Hehe hi, I would cry if I could see you Star Wars AU with javid somehow?

You mean Jack and Davey as Poe and Finn because that should’ve been a relationship already and I’m one hundred percent going to write this like it was.

Star Wars AU — Javid

Characters

Jack Kelly — Poe Dameron

David Jacobs — Finn

Racetrack Higgins — Rey

Spot Conlon — Kylo Ren

Medda Larkin — General Leia Organa

Todd Kloppman — Luke Skywalker

Bryan Denton — Han Solo

So, since this is specifically a request for Javid, this is mostly going to be focused on their relationship, but if you guys would like to read more about other characters or read a scene from any of this, just shoot me an ask (also, sorry I’m so behind on these asks. My brain has been going through a lot) and I will get to it as soon as I can!

Anyways…

On the desert planet of Jakku, Resistance pilot Jack Kelly is in search of a lost map leading to the disappeared Jedi, Todd Kloppman. Jack Kelly is the fastest pilot in the resistance.

While searching Jakku and finding a piece of the map to the missing Jedi, the planet is raided by First Order Stormtroopers. People are slaughtered easily and Jack tries to escape in his ship, only to be shot down and barely escape with minor injuries. He gives the map he found to his droid, an NY unit. NY-99.

The droid escapes. Jack isn’t so lucky.

Though he puts up a brave fight, even shooting with his blaster at Sidus Vis (yes I made that up), a very dangerous member of the Dark Side of the force, and while not known throughout the galaxy as a Sith, is skilled with a saber and with the force. As Jack shoots at him, Vis stops his blast in mid air and uses the force to trap the pilot until the stormtroopers can seize him and cuff him, forcibly dragging him onto the ship before Vis knocks him out completely and takes him to a Star Killer above the planet to interrogate him.

Meanwhile, a Stormtrooper out on his first mission makes a decision that could prove fatal to him. Down in Jakku as he watches the death and destruction around him and watches a pilot get captured to be tortured, he finds himself not understanding why he’s even holding a blaster at innocent people. He doesn’t shoot at all. Not even when they heard all of the villagers into the center of their army and were ordered to leave no living souls. He lowers his blaster.

Later, back on board the star destroyer, the Stormtrooper, DV-0511, is told to turn in his blaster for inspection. He knows he’ll be put back in training. The thing is, DV-0511 doesn’t want to live this life. And he knows of someone on board who just might be able and willing to help him.

On the other side of the ship, Jack is being brutally tortured. Throughout all of the pain he faces, he refuses to give up the location of the resistance or the new hiding place of the map to Todd Kloppman. That is, until Sidus Vis takes over the interrogation. He uses the force to literally get inside Jack’s mind very excruciatingly and pull the information out of him, getting the make, model and location of Jack’s droid and the map.

After getting this information, Vis takes off his helmet and “thanks” Jack for his cooperation, to which Jack responds “Anytime, Spottie,” very bitterly after seeing the small, circle like burns on Vis’s cheek.

After Jack is left alone, told he’d be executed in the next few hours, a lone Stormtrooper comes in and unlocks Jack’s bindings, telling him that he was here to break him out, however as Jack is able to read people very well, he sees the desperation in the stormtrooper’s eyes and deduces that he’s trying to escape too and he needs a pilot. DV-0511 doesn’t deny this.

Jack is led at gunpoint by this stranger that he has to trust to a tie fighter. DV-0511 questions his flight skills to which Jack responds that he can fly anything. The hit a small bump in the road when they fight the tie fighter is feathered down, but they manage to get away anyway with the stormtrooper shooting at those who try to follow them. Jack asks for the other man’s name, to which he responds, DV-0511. Jack says he won’t be calling any man by a number and states that he’d call him Davey instead.

Davey says he would very much like that before trying to instruct Jack to get out of the system. When Jack responds that they’d be going back to Jakku to retrieve a map to Todd Kloppman, Davey loses focus and they get shot down, crash landing on Jakku.

Davey wakes up and tries to rush back to the crash. All he manages to save is Jack’s jacket.

Disheartened by losing the only potential friend he’d ever had, Davey keeps the jacket, stripping off his uniform and making his way to the nearest village where he meets a feisty scavenger named Anthony. Anthony attacks him and accuses him of stealing a jacket from the master of a droid that he’d befriended.

Davey is tasked with telling NY-99 that his master is dead, but lies to Anthony about being a member of the resistance and attempts to help him escape from a group of stormtroopers sent to get their hands on the droid. In the end, it’s Anthony who ends up helping Davey escape in a junkyard where they find a ship Anthony calls garbage and take off in it as a last resort.

After escaping, Davey gets NY-99 to tell Anthony where The Resistance base is to keep his cover and they make their way to that system, meeting several people along the way, including Bryan Denton, an idol of Anthony’s who reveals to him that the ship they’d stolen is the Manhattan, the fastest ship in the galaxy.

Denton eventually takes them to another planet where Davey finally works up the courage to tell Anthony the truth and begs the kid he’s become close to to run away with him, but Anthony says he can’t.

Before Davey can leave the planet, losing track of Anthony and Denton and everyone else, the planet is attacked by the First Order and a lightsaber is shoved into his hands. He’s called a traitor, nearly killed before he’s saved by a pilot flying overhead who’s the fastest and most skilled pilot Davey has ever witnessed.

He sees Anthony get kidnapped and begs Denton to help him save the boy, so they are taken back to the Resistance base. There, Davey is greeted by a very familiar, cocky and healed up pilot, Jack Kelly, who rushes to him, pulls him into a hug and realizes that Davey looks amazing in his jacket that he thought he lost in the wreck.

Jack explains that he woke up in the sand, unable to see the ship or Davey and he found his way back here. He apologizes for leaving Davey behind and tells him it was a shame he lost such a pretty face. After Davey recovers from his flustered state, he asks Jack for help.

Jack and Miss Medda help devise a plan to save Anthony who ends up almost saving himself. Anthony and Davey find that Sidus Vis’s name is actually Sean and that he’s Denton’s son. And Sean kills his father right then and there, when he sees him.

And it kills him inside.

Anthony and Sidus Vis end up out on StarKiller Base, fighting with lightsabers and though Davey tries to help, he ends up getting hurt and Anthony has to knock Sean out and drag Davey back to the Manhattan.

Jack is leading a fleet trying to destroy StarKiller base before it gains enough energy to destroy the Resistance.

The Resistance flees and Jack rushes back to Davey who he has become attached to. He stays with him as he rests while Anthony goes off to Todd Kloppman and asks him to train him in the ways of the force.

Not long after these events occur, General Larkin leads the resistance in fleeing, as imperial ships are coming to wipe the last of them out. Jack, who is jumpy and aching to be placed in charge of something, leads a costly attack against the resistance against Medda’s orders. This attack does end well, but it gets Jack put under the watchful eye of another leader of The Resistance, though Jack insisted he be allowed to get in a ship and blow something up.

Eventually, Medda grants him permission, running low on fuel and options, to blow something up, though by that point it’s too late and they are being attacked. The First Order blows up a part of the ship, killing nearly every leader on board and nearly killing Medda who only barely manages to save herself with the force. Jack is horrified by this as he’s very close to Medda and he helps get her to safety before he rushes to Davey, who is still recovering a bit.

Jack hesitantly sends Davey out with Katherine, a mechanic, on a mission to disable the tracker Jack knows is being used to track them through jumps. Jack has to sneak them out as the standing general seems to have alternative motives for getting them to safety and seems to see other people as disposable.

After Davey and Katherine leave, Jack attempts to lead a mutiny, only ending up getting stunned and held prisoner by Medda herself who tells him he’s not quite ready to be a leader yet.

Davey and Katherine manage to get captured while attempting to complete their mission only to later escape and meet what’s left of the resistance back on the planet Crait where there’s an abandoned base, but the quickly get cornered and Katherine attempts to attack, leading Jack and Davey to follow on speeders and buy them some time. Katherine ends up getting hurt trying to keep Davey from getting himself killed and he and Jack manage to save her and take her back to safety where the fleet realizes they have to run.

They try to find some kind of exit only to be met with Anthony, who clears a path for them and helps them escape.

A while after these events occur, Jack and Davey are out on a mission where the Manhattan gets fairly damaged and Anthony, or as Jack has come to call him, “Racer”, is not happy with this in the least, but at the first sight of NY-99, who stayed behind with Anthony, the two hotheads break out into a fight that Davey has to break up and Race makes fun of Davey angrily for how he loves to put his hand on Jack’s chest to calm him down.

After they all calm down, Anthony eventually finds that they need to depart on another mission to Pasaana. (I don’t know these movies as well as I know the originals so they won’t be quite as detailed). According to the now deceased Todd Kloppman’s notes, a wayfinder can lead them to the location of Emperor Snyder, who has somehow managed to survive. They go to find this wayfinder, but Spot, as they’ve all begun calling him, creates a connection with Anthony to find his location and comes to hunt him down.

With the help of an old friend of Denton’s, Race, Jack and Davey manage to escape, finding a clue to the location of the wayfinder after they all get sucked down into quicksand. Jack falls first and he manages to catch Davey and then Race. Jack is determined to be the leader but is continuously outshined by Race who finds that he can use the force to heal a monster they find in the cave they get trapped in for a moment.

When they try to make their way back to The Manhattan, a First Order Fleet attacks and captures Denton’s old friend and Sidus Vis and Race get into a battle, trying to use the force to stop the ship that’s flying away with him. The ship explodes when Anthony accidentally shoots a lightning bolt from his hand.

After all of this, the group discovers that the dagger they found has an ancient language that they need translated. Jack sighs and admits that he knows where to go. Realizing they don’t know much about Jack’s past, Race and Davey find that Jack used to be a spice runner and Jack gets very defensive when they start to ask questions. He ends up finding them a droidsmith to help reset one of their droid's memories so it can read the message out to them. Since the message was written out in an ancient Sith language, the droid was forbidden from translating it.

After they translate the message, Race senses that Denton’s old friend is still alive and Davey and Jack get captured trying to save him. When they are taken for execution, Jack asks what Davey had been trying to tell Race earlier. Davey starts arguing with him and asking if this is the best time and Jack rolls his eyes, asking him if he was supposed to wait till later and they start bickering as the General behind them raises a gun to their heads, eventually prompting Davey to give into his own urges and kiss Jack passionately, believing that they were both going to die, only for the general to kill the stormtroopers behind them and admit that he was the spy they’d been in contact with for months now.

Now that they’re both very confused and flustered, Jack and Davey run back to escape on The Manhattan and don’t say a word about what happened, eventually getting back to Race.

Race goes to get the wayfinder from the Endor system, on the remains of the Second Death Star while Davey and Jack fly back to base only to find that General Larkin is committing a dying act, trying to reach out to her stepson and adopted son, Sean, who became Sidus Vis years ago.

It’s after she dies that someone reveals to Jack that he is to be the next leader of the resistance. Though, as soon as he hears this, Jack finds himself panicking a bit until Davey touches his shoulder and asks him what he wants to do. Jack asks for his help. He couldn’t lead the resistance alone and he trusts Davey more than anyone in the Galaxy.

So Jack and Davey lead the resistance together and go to find Race who sends them coordinates to his location. They send out a message to as many people as they can, asking them for help and support, as much help as they can get, and they go to end the war. During this battle, it becomes increasingly clear that they’re fighting a losing battle until several ships from all over the Galaxy appear to help them.

Davey nearly gets himself killed trying to take out a ship from on top of it. He jumps from his own ship to try and take it out and nearly gets left behind. Jack tries to save him but is beaten to it by Denton’s old friend (TBD, I don’t know who Lando would be, yet).

And the Resistance wins the battle, going back to base to celebrate.

After learning that Race survived and everything that happened all Jack and Davey and Race can do is hug each other and celebrate the fact that we won until Davey asks Jack if they’re ever gonna talk about that kiss.

Jack just suggests they do it again.

Anyway, there is my very, very rough draft of a Javid Star Wars story. I am so willing to write any scenes from this that any of you guys would like to see, just let me know!

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Ignite the Spark pt. 1

So I quit my shitty job today. Yay me! With the extra time I had today, I got a chance to finish the first chapter of a Poe Dameron series I’ve been working on. Let me know what you guys think!

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Summary: After years of undercover work for the Resistance, the daughter of Luke Skywalker has returned. Arriving on Ajan Kloss to a warm greeting from General Leia Organa, the Reader is given a gift and has their first meeting with everyone’s favorite pilot.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

Tags: talks of the Force, a few flashbacks, Poe being embarrassed lol

Word Count: around 3k

When your transport landed on Ajan Kloss, you weren’t sure you would be cut out for this. You’d spend so much time on backwater planets, filtering information to the resistance and doing your best to go unnoticed. You were so used to not interacting with anyone that the thought of being around so many people on a bustling base was a bit scary. All feelings of reservation were swept away, however, when the door of the transport opened to reveal the face of an older woman. Her hair was different since the last time you had seen her. Her face was aged from the many years of fighting the good fight for the rebellion. Her eyes, however, had not changed a day. They gleamed and twinkled in the dying twilight. Her smile made them sparkle even brighter as she reached out toward you.

“Aunt Leia,” you stepped off the transport and into her open arms. “It’s been too long.”

“Yes, it has. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have kept you away.” She smiled lovingly, taking your face in both hands.  

“I brought the data you asked for. I’ve got it all here.” You said, pulling a flash drive from your jacket pocket.

“That’s wonderful, Stardust.” You beamed with pride at the mention of your childhood nickname. “Lt. Connix, will you please take this data to the command center. Start running a detail immediately.”  

“Yes, General.” Lt. Connix took the flash drive and was gone before you could blink.

“Beaux, see to it that Lt. Skywalker’s bags are placed in her quarters, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Beaux gave you a quick wave before stepping onto the transport and out of sight.

“Now, Y/N, I want to give you a quick tour before you settle in. I’m sure you’re exhausted but I want you to be as familiar as possible with everything on this base. This is your home now. No more field missions, I need you with me.” Leia smiled again, taking your arm and leading you toward the left wing of the base and toward the living quarters.  

Home. Leia was the only thing you had left. Wherever she was, that’s where your home would be.  

After showing you where your quarters would be located as well as the mess hall, med bay, and a quick tour of the Command Center, you were ready to get settled in for the night.  

“Well, Y/N, if you need anything tonight, my quarters are right down the hall. You should have a data pad on your desk all charged and ready to go. It’ll have your clearance codes as well as any information you’ll need to know while on base. I’ll need you with me in the morning to debrief that data. It should be downloaded and ready so make sure to give it a look over before the morning.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You said, smiling softly at the older woman.

“Goodnight, Stardust.” Leia gave a quick wave before walking out the door.  

Turning on your heal, you took a quick second to familiarize yourself with your new home. Being the niece of the general had its perks. Your quarters were small, yes but they were cozy. A small bookshelf and dresser were along the wall to your left, a double bed and desk and chair to your right. The data pad Leia had mentioned was right where she said it would be, all charged and ready to go from the looks of it.  Straight ahead was your own private refresher. After unpacking your duffle of clothes, along with your rucksack containing a few personal mementos, you decided to take a quick shower before bed. You could wake up early and review that data for Leia. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent the last 5 years gathering every piece of intel you could on the First Order.  

Grabbing a fresh pair of underwear, a grey tank and a pair of sleep shorts from your dresser, you stepped into the refresher. Ten minutes later you were scrubbed clean and feeling surprisingly relaxed. It was amazing what a proper shower could do. Opening the door and stepping into your room, you turned to hang your towel on the desk chair when you spotted something you hadn't noticed earlier. On the desk were two boxes accompanied by an envelope. Scrawled across the front in a familiar script was the word “Stardust”. Opening the envelope, you began to read:

Y/N,

For far too long I have kept you in the dark and for that I will always be in your debt. Please accept these as tokens of my sincerest apologies. I hope at least one of these will help light your way. I understand if you’re conflicted but I have hope that one day you will be able to continue your training. Your fathers only wish in life was to see you follow his footsteps. Maybe we can fix that now.  

All My Love,

Leia

Setting the letter to the side, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. Picking up the smaller of the two boxes, you opened it to reveal a small jewelry box. Lifting the lid, you gasped allowed. Nestled on a small black pillow was a beautifully woven silver chain. Placed ever so delicately in the middle of the pillow was a pendant. Pulling the chain from the box, you let it dangle in front of you in the soft light.  

You never thought you would see this necklace again. Your father had given it to you when you left the Jedi temple to be with your aunt Leia all those years ago. When the temple fell and Kylo Ren rose to power, your necklace went missing in the night. That was almost 8 years ago now. Yet, here it was right in your hands like it was never gone. You ran the compass shaped pendant through your fingers, letting the wave of sadness and nostalgia run over you. On one side, a golden crescent moon surrounded by three silver stars embellished the surface. Turning it over, there was an engraving: Stardust.  

You gingerly pulled the chain around your neck and adjusted it to size. That’s why you had always loved this necklace.

“It will grow with you, Stardust.”  

Sniffling, you took a look at the other package. Thinking back to the note, you already knew what it was. How Leia had found it, you would never know but would be forever grateful. This box was longer, over a foot in length. The box was made of a soft wood that smelled faintly of burned embers. It had no exterior markings and no obvious way of exposing its contents. Slowly, you lowered the box to the floor. Taking a seat in front of it, closed your eyes. Reaching out with your mind, you felt it: The Force.

“The Force is all around you, Y/N. Reach out with your feelings and let it flow through you.”

“Okay, dad.”

“Ahem.”

“I mean: Yes, Master.”

The box gave no notice it had even opened. If some random onlooker happened to be watching, they would be none the wiser. You knew, however, the moment it happened. Lifting the lid, your breath caught in your throat. The inside of the box was lined with a soft, deep blue velvet pillow the color of the night sky. On top of the pillow, an emblem was stitched into the fabric. A shooting star wrapped in what looked like wings. Atop this pillow was a smooth cylindrical object, covered in beautiful ancient markings. It had a slightly curved handle for better grip for your smaller hands. You always favored nature and practicality over dominance and your build had reflected that.  

“You must gather your crystals quickly, younglings. The cave is only open for so long. We don’t want any of you getting stuck in here.” You could hear his soft chuckle even now.

Picking up the silver object, you ignited the switch. Your room began to buzz with the soft whir of noise from the object in your hand. Ethereal, green light radiated from the source. You disengaged the ignitor, taking the smooth metal in both hands. How could it have survived? You looked everywhere after the temple was burned and never found it. Had Leia had it all this time and was just waiting for the right time to return it? Who had taken your lightsaber?  

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of frantic beeping coming from the hallway. Quickly, you slid the blade back into the box. Tucking it away under your bunk, you scrambled to the door and hit the lock. The door opened with a soft shlick and you stepped into the hallway. Another round of agitated beeps could be heard coming down the hall followed by what sounded like combat boots. Coming around the corner was a small round droid, a BB Unit by the looks of him.  

“BeeBee-Ate, I’m sorry! Buddy, our room’s not even this way, where are you going?” a male voice called after the little droid.

“What do you mean you're telling Leia?! It’s the middle of the night, pal. She’s most likely asleep.”  

Leaning against the door to your quarters, you began to understand the little guy. He was angry because someone named Poe left him alone with the ship. AGAIN. And got captured and made him worry. AGAIN. You gave a slight chuckle as the little guy rolled by, angry beeps the whole way. Punching your code back into your door panel, you were just about to step back in when a voice called out to you. Stepping back into the hallway, you were greeted by a Resistance pilot. He was still wearing his bright orange flight suit. His thick, curly hair stuck up in odd directions from his helmet. He gave you a soft smile and waved.  

“I’m sorry for all the noise, it's been a weird day.” The pilot smiled at you apologetically. “I hope my friend didn’t wake you.”

“No, I was awake.” You smiled back, taking a step out of your room and into the hallway. “Just checking to make sure everything was alright. The General, however, won't be too happy about being disturbed.” You nodded toward the little droid, now rolling his body into your aunts' door at full force.  

“Gods, BB-Ate! It’s not that serious! I -” the pilots voice stopped in his throat as the shlick of the door BB-8 was throwing himself into slid open. The little droid went flying full force into the now open quarters of General Organa. You heard a loud clang followed by a series of confused beeps and whistles from the little droid.

“Dameron, you nerf herder! Get your droid out of my room right now or so help me not even the Force will be able to save you!” the General stepped out of her quarters and into the hallway, glairing toward the man to your right. You had to cover your face to hide the smile that was creeping onto it.  

“General, I am so sorry.” a deep blush began to creep up the man's neck and onto his face. “I tried to get him to calm down but he just wouldn’t! He insisted - “

“I don’t care, Dameron. Get him out of here NOW. You’re obviously alright so whatever it is can wait until morning.” Leia said, placing one hand on her hip. You hadn’t seen Leia this irritated since you were a child. You were glad that look was fixed on someone else for once.  

“Yes, ma’am.” The pilot said, lowering his eyes. “C’mon BB-8. It’s time for bed.” The little droid gave what you interpreted to be a light grumble but complied, rolling out to meet his master. Turning on his heal, the pilot gave you a light nod and started off in the direction he came from.  

“Y/N! Ben! Get in here.”

“I told you not to take her lightsaber!” You whispered to your cousin, jabbing him in the ribs.

“She’s my mom. I can take whatever I want from her.” Ben smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, Bantha-breath! I’m gonna tell her you said that!” You skipped off toward your aunt's voice, Ben chasing close behind you.

“Y/N, you okay?” A hand touched your arm, bringing you back to reality.  

“Yeah, Aunt Leia, sorry. I think I’m just tired.” You yawned, covering your mouth lightly. “Hey, who was that guy?”  

“Oh, that’s Poe. Poe Dameron. He’s a pilot, leader of Black Squadron.” Leia said, exasperation in her voice.  

“Like, THE Poe Dameron? Wow.” You laughed lightly, shaking your head.  

“He’s a good guy, just has his head in his cockpit most of the time instead of down on solid ground.” Leia said, shaking her head with a smile.

“No, it’s not that. I just thought he’d be taller.” You both smiled, enjoying the joke between the two of you.  

“Well, between you and me, he really is the best pilot I’ve ever seen.” your aunt gave you a little wink before turning to go back into her own room.  

“Even better than...” but you stopped yourself, letting the thought trail on.  

“Almost. Maybe.” you could hear the smile in her answer as the door to her room shut behind her.  

[writesowhatnext]

does C3PO translate hypotheticals? // poe dameron

Summary: Solo!Reader and Poe Dameron do not, in any way, get along. Maybe. Well. Actually?

Request: nopeeee

A/N: basically I watched TROS yesterday and had this idea and so I wrote it :)

Reader: female, force!user, Organa-Solo

Warnings: arguing, making out

“Han’s ship…” Rey said, fully noticing for the first time the fire hazard that was the Millennium Falcon. Poe huffed, looking away with his hands on his hips. He saw BB-8 roll towards him, smiling at the sight of his droid before he registered his tell-tale beeping.

“What’d you do to the droid?”

“What’d you do to the Falcon?” Rey asked incredulously, gesturing at the large ship.

“The Falcon’s in a lot better shape than he is.”

“BB-8’s not on fire.” She countered, frowning at his argumentative nature.

“What’s left of him isn’t on fire.” He corrected, raising his eyebrow. BB-8 beeped unhelpfully in the background.

“Y/N is not going to be happy.” Rey folding her arms. Poe paled very noticeably, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“You told her?” he all but whined.

“What the hell happened?” You shouted across the base, storming towards the returned rebels.

“Speak of the devil.” Poe huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Dad’s ship… what did you do, Dameron?” you demanded, crossing your arms and tapping your foot expectantly. Poe opened his mouth indignantly. “Glad to see you home Chewie, Finn.”

Poe let out a humourless laugh, throwing his hands out; his frustration was growing. Rey and Finn greeted each other whilst you and Poe stared each other down.

“You know what, sweetheart-“ Poe began angrily.

“Call me that again. I dare you.”

“Oh really? What are you gonna do, Sweetheart? Force choke me or something? Turn to the dark side like your big brother?”

“You’re a sorry excuse for a commander, you know that Dameron? You can’t keep just flying first and thinking second-“

Chewie’s roaring interrupted you.

“You lightspeed skipped?” Rey asked, turning to Poe. Poe rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well it got us back here, didn’t it?”

“Poe, the compressor’s down.”

“Oh, I know, I was there.”

“Every time.” Finn sighed.

You cast a glance over his shoulder, glad that the Falcon was being seen to. You couldn’t help but think, though: lightspeed skipping? That was technical stuff. You remembered one time with your Dad, when you were young, smuggling something or other off Kijimi; he’d told you about how the local spice runners lightspeed skipped.

“You can’t lightspeed skip the Falcon!” Rey insisted, looking to you for help. Poe followed her eyes.

“What, Sweetheart? Nothing to contribute?”

You sent him a dry, distasteful look.

“Nerf herder.” You muttered. He heard you and sent you his own dirty look.

“Alright, guys,” Finn begged, tired of the arguing. “We just landed, okay?”

Poe pushed towards the base, past Rey and Finn. You were still thinking about those lightspeed skips.

“What happened?” Rey asked as you all followed Poe.

“Bad news.” Poe’s frustration was palpable even without the force. “That’s what happened.”

“No spy?” She continued.

BB-8 rattled around by your feet. You smiled at him; you’d always had a soft spot for that droid.

“No. Spy.” Poe said. You rolled your eyes; he was so helpful.

“Did we make contact with the spy, or not?” Rey was getting frustrated, too confused about Poe’s bad mood to be patient as well.

“There’s a mole in the first order and they sent us a message.” Finn explained, looking from you to Rey as he spoke.

BB-8 made a series of beeps that you laugh. “You dropped a tree on him?” you asked Rey, an amused smile settling on your lips. Poe frowned at you. Rey exhaled sharply, turning to Poe.

“He blew both sub-alternators!”

Poe gestured to the ship angrily as Finn stood opposite you, between Rey and Poe arguing. You shot him a sympathetic smile.

“Well, maybe you should’ve been out there with us.”

“Guys.” Finn tried to interject, failing miserably.

“You know I want to be out there with you-“

“Yeah, but you’re not. You’re here training. With her.” He didn’t even look at you as he pointed. “For what?”

There was a significant pause.

“You’re the best fighter we have. We need you. Out there, not here.” Poe huffed again, turning to speak to one of the droid technicians about reconditioning an R2 unit. Rey and Finn stared at each other for a moment; you turned to leave, knowing when you weren’t required.

“It’s true.” Finn said as you began to walk away. He caught your eye, tilting his head a little as if debating how true.

After an eventful day, the ship bay was empty and so, you decided it was the perfect place to take refuge for your meditation. You sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to clear your mind of everything going on around you. You tried to forget about your brother, the Supreme Leader, and how he killed your Father and how there was war literally all around you and how annoying Poe Dameron was, just staring at you across the hangar. Wait, what? You lost your concentration. Both you and the tools around you hit the ground with a thud.

You groaned, peeling your eyes open to see Poe. When you met his eye, he grunted and carried on to his ship. You huffed. You couldn’t remember when the arguing with Poe started, really. It was like one day you both just decided you hated each other. Your Mother, rather unexpectedly, found it extremely funny; watching her daughter and her favourite commander fighting like schoolchildren was one of her only brief solaces from the war itself. Thinking about it, you remembered the lightspeed skipping and stood up, dusting off your clothes and approaching his ship. He made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he tinkered with it.

“I’ve been thinking about lightspeed skipping.” You announced, watching him drop his hand and groan lamely.

“Not you, too.” He looked tired. “Rey’s been on me about this all day and honestly, neither of you were there so whatever you want to say about it, fine. That’s fine with me. But you weren’t-“

“I’ve never met a pilot, a proper pilot, that’s known how to do that.”

He frowned, suddenly uneasy.

“I’m sure Han Solo knew how-“

“My Dad was a smuggler and a criminal.” You reminisced, dragging your fingertips across the nose of Poe’s X-wing. “He was also the best pilot in the galaxy… and even he didn’t know how to lightspeed skip.”

Poe looked very uncomfortable.

“Spice runners tend to, though.” You said softly, flicking your eyes up to meet his. You knew you had him there.

“Wow,” you said as he made a beeline down the ladder he was perched on. “Poe Dameron, a spice runner-“

“I was-“

“A spice runner, yes, I understand that now-“

“Look-“

“The others don’t know, do they?”

He didn’t answer.

You mused for a moment before a smile grew on your face.

“Is it bad that I like you more now?”

He frowned. You didn’t say anything else for a moment. His face changed to something brighter.

“More? I didn’t think you liked me at all.”

“You’re annoying, that’s why.”

“I’m not-“

“You’re very annoying.”

“And you’re not?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a force user” he mocked. “I’m so much better than you because I can move rocks with my mind.”

You let out a laugh in mock offence.

“You’re not much better, flyboy. You’re always ‘pew, pew’ first and ‘wait, hold on’ second.”

“Oh, is that right?”

You both looked at each other for a moment. He chuckled.

“Do you remember why we hate each other?”

“Nope.” You replied, smiling.

“Well then,” He threw the wrench in his hand to the ground and wiped his hand on his trousers. Then, he offered it to you. “I’m Poe Dameron: the best pilot in the rebellion-“

“Ex spice runner.” You added, biting the inside of your cheek. He nodded, conceding.

“Ex spice runner. And you are?”

“Y/N Organa-Solo: force user-“

“Professional asshole.”

You pursed your lips, taking his hand.

“Professional asshole.”

You looked at each other for a few moments then, forgetting you were holding hands, forgetting that only fifteen minutes before you were mortal enemies.

“I think we’ll be good friends.” He said, smiling.

“Friends?” You narrowed your eyes, tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe not.” He shrugged. Neither of you let go. “What would you say if I said I wanted to kiss you right now?”

“I’d tell you that’s a copout. Say it or don’t.”

You watched him wet his lips, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes; eyes also preoccupied with your lips. He raised an eyebrow. A silent question.

Being so at one with the force, you’d think you’d have expected the way Poe then lunged at you, cupping your face in his hands. You didn’t. It was welcomed, though. Your hands looped around his neck as he rested you against the X-wing, which only slightly rattling with the force of his movement. His hand trailed down your hip, pulling you closer as you kissed. You felt his tongue against yours and smiled. Your smile only grew when he pushed you a little harder into the ship, the ladder he’d been using clattering to the ground. He smiled against your lips too and you thought about why in Kriff’s name it had taken you so long to get here.

A throat being cleared from the centre of the bay grabbed your attention, you and Poe breaking apart to see who was there. Your mother stood there, Rey on her right, both of them smiling at you. You went to shove Poe off you but he was already moving, standing with you, shoulder to shoulder, in front of General Organa and the galaxy’s only hope. You felt your face heat up. You could only hear the sound of both of you breathing, trying to catch your breath. You felt like children being scolded.

“I’m glad you two finally got the memo.” Leia said smugly. Rey bit her lip, looking down bashfully to hide her amusement.

“Yes, General.” Poe said, swallowing and lifting his chin, no doubt trying to recover some semblance of dignity.

“But, maybe somewhere else would be the best place for this?”

She looked at you pointedly. You nodded.

“Yes, General.”  Poe said again as they walked away, leaving you two standing there.

You didn’t say anything for a minute or two but you could feel Poe’s elation; he was seconds away from giggling like a little kid.

“Yes, General.” You mocked, turning to face him with a grin. He laughed breathlessly.

“Shut up.”

And then his hands were on your face and he was kissing you. Again.

[fantasticfemmefatale]

after the war- poe dameron

SUMMARY: so basically the reader is in a relationship with poe dameron and they’re on exegol and yeah. you get the gist. very fluffy.

WARNINGS: none cuz look at me im a saint

After the war, he’d promised you that the two of you (and BB-8, of course) would have a nice, quiet life somewhere. Yavin, maybe. It would be just you three. Safe and happy.

 But now, he’s staring down legion upon legion of Star Destroyers and thinking that he’ll never see her again, never get an “after the war”, until he hears crackling through his headset, and her voice, sounding small and distant, saying, “Poe?”

The thought that he’s never heard genuine fear in her voice before sets in, and stays there, making itself nice and comfortable.

“(Y/N).” His voice wavers, but he musters all the courage he has left- it’s not much, considering the hell they’ve gone through to get here- to sound okay, for her. This is suicide, they both know it, but neither of them want their last memory of each other to be this: a dark sky marked by the Star Destroyers representing the opposite of everything they’re about to give their lives to fight for. “I love you baby. And after this is done, I’m gonna get you that pet you always wanted.”

“Yeah?” She responds, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to consume her, the sadness that wraps its bony fingers around her ankles, trying to pull her down, down, down. “I bet you don’t even remember what animal I wanted.”

“Does it matter? They’re all gross money-wasters,” Poe jokes, but it lacks the laughter his voice usually holds. He hopes she doesn’t notice.

She laughs, but it’s a broken laugh, cut into pieces by fading hope for a future with him. “I suppose I should get a droid instead, Dameron?”

He nods, and then realizes she can’t see him. If he squints, he can make out her body next to Finn, and he thinks that this isn’t what she deserves, nobody so perfect should have to die like this.

Her thoughts mirror his as she looks towards his x-wing. 

“I love you, General Poe Dameron.”

“I love you too, General (Y/N) Dameron.”

She doesn’t correct him, doesn’t tell him, we’re not married, idiot like she usually does. He remembers that he never got to propose as he zips around, shooting wildly and praying to whatever higher being there may be that she makes it out alive. Even if he dies, he just wants his girl to make it out alive. He can hear grunts through the headpiece as she fights to make it to the navigation signal she and Finn are trying to destroy. He doesn’t say anything; he knows there’s nothing he can say. There’s too many words billowing through his brain, and none of them are good enough for what he wants to tell her, for the love he wants to describe. He wants to tell her the moment he first knew he would marry her someday, when he saw her playing hide-and-seek with BB-8 in their shared quarters. But there’s no words for what he wants to say, so he settles for silence. And he hopes that she knows all he wishes he could say. After a few seconds of quiet, R2-D2 chirps, and he knows it’s something for (Y/N) to hear. She was taken in by Leia Organa after her parents’ death, and was best friends with R2 for years.

Down below, BB-8 beeps sadly, and all (Y/N) can say to the little droid is, “He knows.”

Poe is trying his best to keep a brave face- but it’s starting to fail. Until, that is, Lando Calrissian swoops in like the hotshot he is, with a huge band of Resistance sympathizers in tow. Poe whoops in delight, and down below (Y/N) winces from the loud yelling in her earpiece. 

“Thanks for the free migraine,” she says, but can’t keep herself from smiling. She’s bruised and bloodied, but even so, she thinks that this might be the happiest she’s ever felt. The notion that she and Poe might still have the life they’d whisper about after midnight in bed is enough to keep her moving, even after every muscle in her body screams at her to stop, to slow down and possibly never move again. She grits her teeth, tasting blood in her mouth, and wills her body to move. Thankfully, it does, but she doesn’t know how long it can hold out for. When she thinks for a second that this is it, she’s gonna die here, Poe’s voice comes through the earpiece again, urging her on, one step at a time.

He keeps talking her through this, and deep down he knows he’s trying to instill confidence in himself, too.

They talk, back and forth, as they do their respective jobs, until out of nowhere, lightning lights up the sky and Poe can hear (Y/N)’s screams as his ship is blasted by lightning, causing him to fall down, faster and faster, until the electricity stops, and he regains control of his ships while R2-D2 beeps like an angry toddler.

He allows himself to watch (Y/N), Finn, and Jannah destroy the command ship, feeling his chest swell with pride. 

After the last of the Star Destroyers have been destroyed, and Rey returns, bringing news of her grandfather’s death, Poe lands his x-wing on the desolate planet and runs towards his friends, his orange suit making that annoying plasticy sound as he does. Finn calls to him, but he runs past him and gathers (Y/N) in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground, until she yelps in pain. Setting her down gently, he notices a large gash on her thigh, and he curses as he unzips the top of his suit so he can rip his shirt sleeve and tie it over the cut.

“We did it,” he says, looking up into her eyes from where he’s kneeling in front of her to tie the makeshift tourniquet, too happy for a sarcastic remark.

“We did it,” she agrees, placing one hand on his shoulder to help her balance. Around them, their friends give each other hugs as they board ships to return to the Resistance base, until all that’s left is the two of them, R2-D2, and Poe’s ship. He helps her into the cockpit, and pushes his seat as far back as it can go so that she can sit in his lap on the way to the base. All of a sudden, he’s hit with the memory of his friend Snap, dying in front of him, and his voice trembles as he says, “Snap.”

He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows.

She moves her arm so that it’s looped around Poe’s, and rubs her thumb across his suit reassuringly. 

They’re at the base relatively quickly, and everyone in sight is rejoicing. People dance, sing, kiss, and run around like lunatics, jumping with ecstasy.

Poe helps her out, looping an arm under hers and around her back to help support her weight. He turns with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes- one she knows all too well- and says, “Don’t want to be the odd ones out, right?” just before kissing her, and he swears that he died, back on Exegol, and this is heaven. Holding you is heaven. 

He kisses her, over and over, until he can’t breathe and he wonders if his lips are tinged blue by now from lack of oxygen, and when he finally pulls away, he asks: “So how about that life I promised you?”

“I don’t know,” she responds, flaunting a coy smile and raised eyebrow. “I might need a little more convincing.”

Poe turns so that she’s directly in front of him, and then drops to one knee. “Is this enough incentive?” he asks, as he pulls out a small, scratched box from the pocket of his suit.

She gasps and her eyes tear up, and he smiles as she nods and throws her arms around his neck, wincing a bit as she lowers herself to the ground because of her leg injury. He flicks the box open, and pulls out the ring nestled inside, and slips it onto her finger. Suddenly, she pulls back, and Poe’s brain stops, thinking she’s going to break up with him right after agreeing to marry him.

Instead, she says, “Have you been carrying that everywhere with you?”

He nodded, laughing. “We share the same room! You would’ve found it if I’d left it anywhere else!”

She tilts her head slightly as she thinks for a moment, then relents with a murmur of “that’s true”, and kisses him.

They stay there for what feels like forever. There’s still more work to be done before they can truly consider the galaxy “saved”, but this, this is a start.

This is the beginning of their life after the war. And Poe couldn’t be happier.

[yelena-bellova]

Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Nine

(gif not mine, credit to the original creator)

Chapter Nine: Not Even Death Could Break Us

Series Masterlist

Plot: Reader returns to the Resistance base and recieves a welcome surprise. 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. 

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Here’s your reward for sitting through weeks of angst because we’re jumping right back into it next chapter. ENJOY!!

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“Commander Solo requesting clearance to land.”

I waited for a response as we flew above the familiar forests of D’Qar. I wished they’d have brought me the same level of comfort they typically did. Today, they just looked like trees rather than a reminder of home.

“Landing permitted. Welcome back, Commander.”

I tried to focus on adjusting controls as the base came into view but my father’s voice broke my concentration,

“Commander Solo.”

“What about it?”

“Nothing,” he said as his chest rumbled with a small laugh, “I’ve just never seen you as a Commander.”

“Well, I’d never seen you as a smuggler till today,” I replied with a faint sideways smile.

We were coming up on the base along with several X-Wings, I spotted Mom’s transport had just parked and was emptying. We landed easily amidst the other ships and as Dad powered down the ship, I stared off out the cockpit window. Everyone was rushing around yet I couldn’t find the strength in me to muster up similar energy. Not when I was about to face fighting a war without Poe.

“Alright, guess we’re doin’ this,” Dad remarked, turning to face me.

“You go ahead,” I replied monotonously, “I just...need a minute.”

“Sure,” Dad answered before standing up and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

After he’d exited, I buried my face in my hands and tried to keep my tears at bay. I needed to be Commander Solo now, the General’s daughter. Not Y/n Organa-Solo, the broken-hearted sob story. Poe would want me to walk into the command center, head held high, and ready to start giving orders. That seemed almost impossible at the moment, but I owed it to him to at least try. People were depending on me just on the other side of the ship and I couldn’t disappoint them.

I rubbed my eyes, smacked the armrest of my chair, and hoisted myself up. I took a quick look around the main area of the ship to see if Finn or Chewie were still there, everyone was already out. With no more ways to stall, I left the comfort of the Falcon and headed out into the uncertainty of war. I saw Mom from a distance heading inside with Chewie and Dad in tow. Around me, pilots were talking to their mechanics about what repairs needed to be done on their ships. And then I saw Finn a couple of hundred feet away from me, hugging someone with BB-8 at their feet. Finn didn’t know anybody here but us as far as I knew. He looked as if he was speaking urgently to the person and after a second, he turned and broke the embrace revealing his companion.

Poe.

I wanted to blame dehydration or lack of food, it could’ve easily been a hallucination. But it was undeniably him, I knew that as soon as our eyes met across the tarmac. Standing in his bright orange pilot’s uniform, jaw dropped at the sight of me, it was him. No matter how impossible, Poe was standing right in front of me.

Maz’s words had been right.

He kept his promise.

Poe took off at full speed towards me with no regard for the confusion he was causing. My feet began to carry me towards him in response like some magnetic force was pulling us together. We collided into one another with such force I should have cried out in pain, but instead, I whined in happiness. My arms wrapped around his neck and held on with a grip that death itself couldn’t break. His arms were wound tight around my waist and his face was blissfully buried in the crook of my neck.

“Sweetheart,” Poe whispered against my skin, reality setting in and causing my tears to fall in time with his.

“I thought I lost you,” I sobbed softly as one of my hands found itself in his hair, “I-I thought you were dead.”

Poe pulled back to look at my face but never did his hands let go of my waist. He wasn���t going to let me go any time soon and I didn’t take one issue with it,

“I thought so too for a while, so much happened that I have to tell you,” he said, his thumb softly rubbing the tears off my cheek, “But I’m here, I’m here.”

Despite my blurry vision, I could finally get a good look at him. He had a few scrapes that were already fading. It looked like his lip had been cut but was already healing. Nothing like how he’d looked in the dream I’d had. He looked just as I’d left him, tearful and shaken but for only good reasons this time.

“I told you I’d come back for you.”

I let out a sob of joy as I pressed my forehead against his, savoring the sensation of our breaths mingling together. In a surge of adrenaline, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It didn’t take him more than five seconds before reciprocating, making me smile and sink even deeper in. Our lips moved in sync with one another’s as if we’d shared a thousand kisses. Our bodies molded against each other as if they were meant to perfectly. For a few wonderful seconds, there was no war, just me and Poe.

We broke apart breathless, but I still pushed out the words that desperately needed to be said, “I love you.”

After catching his breath, Poe lifted my chin with a gentle finger, his chocolate brown eyes searching mine for any hint of falseness. Maybe to make sure it wasn’t a heat of the moment thing to say rather than a deep-seeded confession. All he’d find was affection and quite a few happy tears. I’d never seen him grin so widely,

“I love you too, so much...” he whispered before meeting my lips again, this time with more tenderness. We’d both experienced so many harsh things in the past day or so, one gentle moment was more than welcome. He pulled away after a few seconds, “What brought this on?”

I laughed as I brushed a finger at the tear stains down his face, “So many things that we don’t have time to talk about now. But I was stupid to not see it sooner.”

Poe chuckled, “You weren’t stupid, sweetheart,” he said softly, “Just a little bit behind me.”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently, they were gorgeously swollen by now. Judging by his smile, he didn’t mind...

“As much as I want to stay here kissing you, we’ve got work to do.” I stated.

“Yeah, we do,” Poe said determinedly, “And as soon as it’s done, we’re going to be doing a whole lot more of this.”

He gave me a final kiss, one that left me weak in the knees and gripping his biceps for stability. We broke apart and I’d never been so happy to see his smirk,

“Yeah,” I cleared my throat, “I think we will.”

Poe grabbed my hand and we jogged back to where he’d left Finn. He was standing there, definitely trying to look like he hadn’t seen our reunion,

“Finn buddy, come with us. We gotta introduce you to the General.”

“And we need to form a plan to go get Rey.” Finn said to me as the three of us marched toward the base.

We made our way through the halls swiftly, I ignored passerby’s wide-eyed stares at Poe’s and my intertwined hands and focused on Finn. Though his thoughts were solely about Rey, he couldn’t hide the childlike wonder in his eyes at the base. He’d never experienced goodness in his life and now it was everywhere he looked. Though its was all new to him, I could tell he was already one of us. The three of us stepped down into the command center and I spotted my mother conversing with officers,

“General Organa,” Poe called, “Sorry to interrupt, but this is Finn, he needs to talk to you.”

“And I need to talk to you,” Mom said warmly, addressing Finn, “That was incredibly brave what you did, renouncing the First Order, saving this man’s life, helping my daughter…”

Finn looked a little surprised that the information had reached her so quickly, “Thank you, ma’am, but a friend of ours,” he gestured between the two of us, “was taken prisoner.”

“Han told me about the girl, I’m sorry,” she replied.

“General,” I spoke up, “We need to make a plan to get Rey back however, Finn worked on the First Order’s base and is familiar with the weapon that toke out the Hosnian system.”

“We’re desperate for anything you can tell us.”

“That’s where she was taken, we need to get there fast.” Finn replied, urgency in his voice. He wanted to help us, but saving Rey was his first priority.

“And I will do everything I can to help,” Mom answered, “But first you must tell us all you know.”

“They go hand in hand,” I added, “We can’t get Rey unless we know about where we’re going.”

Finn looked to me and nodded determinedly, “Okay.”

Mom left us with a polite smile to go stand amongst beside Dad, 3PO and BB-8, she was going to examine the map. Squeezing Poe’s hand, I broke apart from him and Finn to go and join her,

“I didn’t get the opportunity to talk to you about the map. It’s not exactly what we thought it was.”

She furrowed her brow in confusion as 3PO took the drive from BB-8 and inserted it into one of the computers. As I drew a breath to explain, the map appeared holographically in front of us and I was too late.

“General,” C-3PO explained, “I regret to inform you, but this map recovered from BB-8 is only partially complete. And even worse, it matches no charted system on record. We simply do not have enough information to locate Master Luke.”

I sighed heavily, “That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

She looked wildly disappointed, we all were, but it ran deeper for her. This was family, this was years of hope washed down the drain. This had been her only shot at bringing her brother back,

“I can't believe I was so foolish to think that I could just find Luke and bring him home.”

I placed a hand on her back as my dad leaned forward, “Leia…”

“Don’t do that…” she replied, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Do what?”

“Anything,” she answered as she walked away from us. I turned to my father who looked defeated, he was truly trying with her. He followed her like it was reflex but I hung behind, they’d been reunited and that was enough for me. I didn’t need to listen to their conversation like a child trying to spy, no matter how tempting it was. I simply leaned against the computer and rubbed my face anxiously.

“Hey,” Poe’s voice made me look up, “What’s going on?”

“You know that map you and I went through hell to get?” I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms.

“I’m vaguely familiar with it, yes.”

“Well, turns out we only retrieved a piece of it.”

Poe exhaled and ducked his dead down, “Fantastic…”

“I thought we had a shot,” I mumbled as I shook my head, “But we’re no closer than we were a week ago.”

“That may be true,” he replied before grasping both my arms, “But the most important thing is that we made it out alive.”

I nodded, “There were a few too many close calls for my taste.”

Poe raised an eyebrow, “Such as?”

I chortled, “Getting chased by Stormtroopers, fighting off TIE’s, running from Rathtars, the scene at Maz’s castle…Is that enough for you?”

“A little too much,” he replied as he rubbed my arms softly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”

“You’re here now,” I smiled, still getting used to him being here and whole, “That’s all that matters. You did miss me flying the Falcon though…”

I left him, smirking, as I heard him cry out “What?!”

—————

A short while later, Resistance leadership (plus Dad, Chewie and Finn) was gathered around a map table staring at a hologram. Snap had been on a recon mission and had brought back information on the weapon the First Order used to destroy the Hosnian system. I was stood next to my father, who seemed to have slid right back into his old militia role with ease. Poe stood across from me, the chatter in the room went silent as he cleared his throat to begin,

“The scan data from Snap’s reconnaissance flight confirms Finn’s report.”

“They’ve somehow created a hyper lightspeed weapon built within the planet itself.” Snap explained.

“A laser cannon?” Major Brance asked from next to me.

“We’re not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale.” Snap replied.

Major Ematt looked like he was having a war flashback, “It’s another Death Star…”

“I wish that were the case, Major,” Poe sympathized as he hit a button that displayed a wireframe of the aforementioned battle station, “This was the Death Star.”

He hit another control and we all watched the Death Star shrink in comparison to the gargantuan holo on display, “And this is Starkiller Base.”

Gasps and groans filled the air, there wasn’t even a comparison to make. This was nothing any of us, young recruit or veteran, had ever seen before.

“So it’s big.” Dad mused nonchalantly, leave it to him to act cool about something like this.

“How is it possible to power a weapon of that size?” Admiral Ackbar inquired.

Finn stepped up to the table, “It uses the power of the sun. As the weapon is charged, the sun is drained until it disappears.”

An officer approached my mother and handed her something, she looked over it before looking up at the group,

“The First Order, they’re charging the weapon again now,” her eyes found mine, “Our system is the next target.”

I drew a shaky breath as others reacted similarly. A few hours ago I was a few hundred feet away from my brother and now him and his followers were coming to kill us. I caught Poe’s eyes and we shared a concerned look.

“Okay,” Dad began, racking his brain for something helpful, “How do we blow it up? There’s always a way to do that.”

“Han’s right,” Mom replied, causing both me and Dad to look over to her in surprise. For just a second, the three of us felt like a united front again.

“In order for that amount of power to be contained,” Admiral Statura began, “That base has to have some sort of thermal oscillator.”

“There is one,” Finn stated, he walked over to join Poe at the controls, “Precinct 47,” he pointed towards an area in the structure, “Here.”

“If we can destroy that oscillator,” Statura continued as he paced around the table, “It might destabilize the core and cripple the weapon.”

“Maybe the planet,” Ematt added onto the idea, the plan was forming.

“We’ll go in there and we’ll hit that oscillator with everything we’ve got.” Poe assured confidently, I’d missed him and his determination so much.

“They have defensive shields that our ships cannot penetrate.” Ackbar protested, I shared a knowing look with Dad before turning back to the crowd.

“We can disable the shields, me and Han,” I volunteered, “Finn, you worked there. Surely you can help.”

After a beat, Finn nodded, “I can do it.”

Dad leaned down to me, “I like this guy.”

“I can disable the shields, but I have to be there on the planet.”

“We’ll get you there, kid.” Dad promised, Finn looked to me for confirmation and I smiled in assurance.

“Han, how?” my mother spoke up.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t like it.” he answered, causing me to smirk. The fewer details she knew, the smoother everything would go.

“So we disable the shields, take out the oscillator and we blow up their big gun.” Poe stated, earning a loud roar of agreement from Chewie, “All right. Let's go!”

Our group disbanded and the room became a sea of chatter and orders. Poe had taken off to assemble Black Squadron while me, my dad and Chewie were making our way out of the command center. Mom had ten different people flooding her with questions so I didn’t want to add to it when I could take care of things myself,

“You two go start running diagnostics on the Falcon. I can get techs and mechanics if you want but-“

"There’s only two people I trust with the Falcon other than me and neither of them are any of your guys.” Dad interrupted as we walked down the hallway.

“But I know you’d never trust them so I’ll leave it to you guys,” I finished, “I need to grab some things from my quarters and I’ll be out to help.”

I showed them out of the base before heading back in and taking the familiar walk to my room. It felt like I’d been gone weeks when really, it had only been less than two days. I punched in my code and entered, locking the door behind me. There was no time for sentimentality, or even a shower, as I began searching for the things I needed. I grabbed my communicator off of my desk and shoved it in the pocket of my pants. I slid my jacket off and stripped the sweaty shirt off my torso. I caught sight of myself in the refresher’s mirror and grimaced, my hair was frizzed, there were ugly bruises littering my arms and grains of sand stuck to my skin. Halfheartedly dusting the leftovers of Jakku off and running my fingers through my hair would have to do for now. I dug through my dresser, pulled on a tight black long sleeved shirt and found my dark green military jacket. Something felt off as I put it on, like something was missing.

I groaned as I dug through the pile of clothes, “Why do I need you so much?

Unhooking the lightsaber from my brown jacket, I clipped it into my new one and sighed. My father’s words from earlier rang in my ears, he wasn’t Force sensitive but he damn sure knew about it’s advantages. Could he be right? Was I being too dramatic about the whole subject? I’d spent so long afraid of what I could do, so worried that I’d turn into something dark and twisted. Could I let myself give into the pull towards the light side? As much as I hated to admit it, I loved using my saber, despite the traumatic memories attached to it. I enjoyed meditating and using the Force, I felt less like myself when I restricted my usage. I placed a hand on the cool silver handle and closed my eyes, hearing the words as if someone was in the room saying them to me,

Don’t be afraid.

“Okay.”

Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and knew I couldn’t waste any more time. People were counting on me, the galaxy was counting on the Resistance to see them. Where I should have felt anxiety, I felt resolve and determination.

It was time to go do my job.

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The entire base was in a frenzy, the good kind though. The kind that united people, that caused everybody to pull together and do their part, even if it wasn’t their job. I saw people from the kitchen helping Commanders, mechanics and communication officers working together. This was one of those days where you felt extra proud to be a member of the Resistance.

If we succeeded, that was…

I made my way out of base and searched for the ships I needed to find. Along the way, I spotted Jess and Snap’s X-Wings parked next to each other, the both of them communicating with their techs.

“Pava, Wexley,” I called out, “You two come back alive, Commander’s orders.”

“The same goes for you, Solo. Black Squad’s order.” Jess shouted across the tarmac, I winked in response and continued towards one specific X-Wing. Bee was already loaded into his slot, yet his owner was nowhere to be found.

“You good to go, Bee?” I asked, climbing the ladder to get a good look at him.

All set. Just waiting on Poe.

“Me too. You take care of him for me, okay?”

“Why?” Poe asked from behind me, “You don’t think he can take care of himself?”

I climbed down the ladder and came face to face with him, “I don’t think it hurts to have someone watching your back. Especially when someone’s as reckless as you are.”

He put his hands on his hips and chuckled, “Same words could be said for you, sweetheart.”

I smiled and snaked my arms around his neck, “Well, then this is a perfect match.”

His lips curled into a grin before leaning down to capture my lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I carded my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me close. A few days ago, kissing Poe was an intrusive daydream I tried not to focus on and now? It was a reality I never wanted to come to an end. We broke apart only when we needed air, he brushed his nose softly against mine and I hummed in contentment.

“I wish I were coming with you.” Poe admitted, “I hate the idea of you actually inside that base.”

“You wouldn’t be able to do anything that I can’t,” I assured him, “Besides, you’re most needed in the skies.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t be worrying about you,” he replied, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine, “Haven’t done much else since I watched you disappear into that desert.”

I scraped my fingernails lightly against his scalp, committing the little moan that escaped his throat to memory. There weren’t any words I could say in response to him, the past 24 hours had been a living nightmare for the both of us. All I wanted was to keep him in my arms and reassure him a thousand times that I would never leave him. But instead, we had to separate again and pray that the other returned safe and sound.

“Don’t worry, Dameron. You’re going to be stuck with me for a very long time.” I promised, staring as deep as I could into his eyes to drive my point home.

“Sounds like a plan, Solo.” Poe remarked before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body into his. He buried his face in my neck, a spot that was quickly becoming one of his favorites. We stood there drawing strength from one another that would carry us through the battle, me on the ground and him in the air.

A familiar throat clear interrupted the moment.

Poe and I turned around to the sight of my parents standing a few feet away from us, my mom smiling and my father scowling. I chuckled and grabbed a very nervous Poe’s hand and walked towards them,

“Dad, this is Poe Dameron.”

At the mention of Poe’s last name, Dad’s face softened and he made eye contact with Poe,

“Are you Kes and Shara’s kid?”

Poe’s lips curved up, “Yeah, I am. They used to tell me stories growing up about fighting alongside you and the General during the Rebellion.”

Mom and I beamed as Dad chuckled and stuck out his hand for Poe to shake, which Poe happily took,

“It’s good to meet you, kid,” Dad began, before giving Poe a knowing look, “I’d say take care of my daughter, but I’ve seen first hand that she can do that herself. If you hurt her though, I can have the worst scum in the galaxy on your ass so fast you won’t even have time to power up your X-Wing.”

Poe was trying so hard not to look scared, “Y-Yes sir, I-I mean no sir, I would never hurt her.”

“That’s the right answer,” Dad grinned lopsidedly, “Give Kes my best.”

“I will, sir.” Poe replied, finally taking a breath again. That breath was gone again when Mom stepped forward, striking fear in both of us,

“Hurt her and the only squadron you’ll be in charge of, Dameron, will be janitorial.”

“Yes, General.”

Mom gave a smile and wink before she went back to Dad, “Time to get moving, Commanders.”

“Yes, General.” I repeated after Poe, they began walking back to the Falcon. I snorted as soon as they were far enough away to not hear, I thought I heard Poe actually whimper.

“I think I blacked out for a minute, please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid.”

“I was too busy trying not to laugh,” I replied as I chortled, “I can totally see you in a janitor’s uniform with a mop.”

Poe shook his head and took me back in his arms, the air between us became serious once again fast. I placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lean into it, kissing my palm softly before looking back up at me,

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, “Come back to me, Poe.”

“I always will.” he replied.

He leaned in and gave me one final quick kiss before we hesitantly broke apart, but this time it felt different. Though we weren’t by each other’s sides, we were still going to be fighting together in a way. I was disabling the shields so he could come in and blow up the oscillator. We were still working together, but it didn’t make turning away from him any easier.

I walked back to the Falcon where my parents were waiting, “Well, at least you guys weren’t too over the top.”

Dad laughed, “Was he scared?”

“Wildly.”

“Then,” Dad looked to Mom with an amused expression, “We did our job.”

I couldn’t help but smile, we felt like a family again. Even if we were all about to split up again, we were together right now and my heart felt at home. Tears began to swell in my eyes as I looked between the two of them, they each reached out and took one of my hands. Unable to contain my emotions anymore, I surged forward to hug them both. I hadn’t been held by both my parents in so long but it still felt just as familiar as when I was a child. As much as I wanted to stay in their embrace for hours more, we had to go and do our respective jobs,

“I love you.” I whispered, they both kissed my head in response and squeezed us together a little tighter.

“We’re so proud of you, Y/n,” Mom gushed as we pulled apart, “We love you so much.”

I noticed that they each had an arm around each other, something I hadn’t expected but a sight that was welcomed. Maybe, just maybe, everything was finally going to work out. We could go and destroy the weapon, come home and I could have my family back, or at least most of it…

“Han, Y/n,” Mom’s face turned serious, “If you see him, bring him home.”

I knew there was a chance that Ben would be on the base, though the chances of us coming in contact were slim. The request my mother was making was big, I wasn’t even sure if it was possible. But if the opportunity presented itself, I had to try. I’d be kicking myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least try. Looking at my mother with tears in her eyes, I wanted nothing more than to bring my brother home for her.

“I will.” I assured her, taking her hand in mine as Dad pulled her into his side. We embraced once again and I got to witness the sweet sight of my father kissing my mother on her forehead. It gave me hope and reminded me that this is what I was fighting for. For my family, for Poe, for the people that were closest to my heart.

“We’ve gotta go…” Dad interrupted the moment, but he had to.

“Be safe,” Mom ordered, we broke apart and me and Dad watched her hesitantly leave us and head back into the base. I knew she would have rather watched us disappear into the ship but she was needed elsewhere.

“Chewie,” I called as I walked around the ship to find him, “We good to go?”

He roared in response that we were all set before picking up his tools and heading up the ramp. I looked around for Finn, I assumed he was already inside and ready to go. He was the most enthusiastic about going since we were going to retrieve Rey. Dad was right behind me as we entered and walked to the cockpit,

“To think you started your day out hauling Rathtars…” I retorted, elbowing him lightly.

He chuckled, “I was looking for a job when I met your uncle and by the end of the day, I’d met your mother and was heading to blow up the Death Star. I’m used to this sort of thing.”

“Thank you for sticking with me,” we stopped before we got to the cockpit, “I know it was hard for you to come back here.”

He shook his head, “When it comes down to it, I’d do anything for you and your mother.”

I patted his arm warmly and we went into the cockpit to see Finn and Chewie waiting for us. Except Chewie was sitting in the seat behind his usual, “Why aren’t you up there?”

He didn’t say anything, he just shook his head and nudged me towards the co-pilot’s chair. I smiled, who was I to argue with a Wookie? Dad took his seat next to me and I didn’t even have to ask if he was okay with it, his beaming face said it all. We began adjusting controls and Dad powered her up,

“Alright, here we go…”

I looked back to Finn before we took off, he looked a little nervous yet wholly determined. He’d slid into the Resistance so easily, he’d fit in so naturally in the briefing when he spoke up about the base. We shared a nod and I turned back around to watch us lift above the base. I took one final look at Poe’s X-Wing, I could distantly see him climbing up the ladder and take his seat. He wouldn’t be far behind us, his squadron would be waiting to drop in on the planet once we’d disabled the shields.

“Ready to jump to lightspeed?” Dad interrupted my thoughts.

“All set.” I answered looking to the sky ahead, silencing any anxious thoughts that dared to come to my mind. We would succeed at our goal and we’d all come out alive, I didn’t know what I’d do if we didn’t.

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A/N: TA-DA, hope everybody enjoyed the reunion! Fun Fact: When writing this series, I’m watching parts of the movie + reading the script online so everything is as movie accurate as I can make it. Hope everybody is staying safe and wearing your 😷 Let me know what you thought or if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

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[clanoffetts]

“we’re fighting a war on a remote planet, Poe, wtf do you mean ‘a date’” You’re killing me!🤣 I can hear her voice! Poe is so sweet, makes me wanna cry. What would he do if you’d have a talent for taming creatures? Those beautiful animals just love you for some reason. Which always ends up with you coming back to your shared room with a tusken or really anything else. “Can we keep him?”

leia just gets fed up with him but then she remembers how annoying she and han were and lets it slide!

You were out doing recon on some troopers that had landed many klicks away from where you were stationed when you saw a Loth-kitten. “How’d you get here, little guy?” you ask the kitten. You weren’t on Lothal. 

You tuck the kitten into your pack, and finish the mission with ease. When you get back, however, that’s when your problems start. The door to your rooms with Poe open and you’re giving him a toothy grin.

“Ok, recon isn’t that fun. What did you do?” 

You carefully remove your backpack and the kitten sticks it’s head out. “It’s a Loth-cat!”

“My love, my darling,” Poe says. “How do you find these creatures? We're not even on Lothal.”

You take the kitten out and set it on the bed. Opening the cabinets looking for something for it to eat you reply, “I don’t know. But he was calling to me! I swear it! And you know how I am...I had to bring him home.”

“I don’t even know how you got it to come with you and stay quiet during your mission. Loth-cats can be aggressive,” he says. “But then again, you’re the person who all but tamed a varactyl last month.”

The kitten basically became a mascot for the Resistance, and by the time General Organa found out there was nothing she could do. Everyone was already in love.

[saphira-approves]

Don’t Compare My Boy To K*l* R*n: In This Essay I Will—

okAY I’m talking about it

So I can’t find the post right now, but a few days ago I saw a post on my dash comparing Murtagh of the Inheritance Cycle to Kylo Ren of Star Wars, citing parallels for their similarities.

Since we all know this blog is really just a poorly-disguised Murtagh stan blog, I decided I’d share my thoughts on this comparison. I’ll be discussing character backgrounds, character roles, character motives, and character actions.

Part One: Character Backgrounds

Murtagh and Kylo Ren are both descendants of the “previous generation.” Their mothers were both prominent rebels, their fathers were both considered handsome and rogueish, and both sets of parents eventually separated. But that’s about where the similarities end.

Kylo Ren’s—or rather, Ben Solo’s—parents loved each other and loved their son. They may have been flawed in the way they showed it, but then again, the only account we hear of Ben’s childhood (as I recall, anyway, and I’m not rewatching those movies just for a tumblr post) is Ben’s, after he’d been groomed and manipulated by Snoke for many, many years. Han Solo died believing he was helping his son; Leia Organa died saving her son; at the very least, they both loved him enough, even while he was serving the Dark Side, to give up their lives for him. 

Murtagh’s parents, on the other hand, were a mess. From Murtagh’s account of their relationship, Morzan didn’t care much about Selena except for her usefulness as a weapon; he was happy to manipulate her and her emotions, but I highly doubt he actually loved her. He certainly didn’t give a damn about Murtagh, throwing a sword at his own three-year-old son. Selena, meanwhile, although she obviously loved Morzan at first, loved Murtagh even more, and clearly recognized that Morzan didn’t care for her the way she had once cared for him—when she recognized an opportunity to work against him, she took it. 

Kylo Ren despised both of his parents, but that hatred seemed hollow, shallow—it had no real reason. They led busy lives, perhaps didn’t make enough time for him, but their actions revealed that they did, truly, love him despite his mistakes, and Kylo’s loathing reveals itself to truly be the manifestation of a spoiled child’s anger, magnified tenfold. Murtagh, conversely, had very good reasons for his complicated view of his parents: he loved his mother, but she was kept from him (and him from her), and she died—possibly in front of him, though he never says, and, unbeknownst to him until much later, having just hidden his brother in Carvahall. There was no love lost between him and Morzan, who was in the best case just an angry drunk, worst case—and more likely—an abusive father, and the only thing Murtagh ever expected to receive from him as inheritance was his sword (which is by itself another whole post in the making). 

Part Two: Character Roles

Both Murtagh and Kylo Ren played the role of foil to the protagonists of their stories. 

Murtagh and Eragon were very similar in many ways; I’ve mentioned before the many “subtle” hints Paolini gives to their true relationship (”a pair of matched blades” and “brothers in arms” come to mind off the top of my head). Their differences clearly highlight their different upbringings: Eragon thinks in the moment, with his heart and his compassion, while Murtagh thinks ahead, makes plans and contingencies—this difference is most clearly seen when Murtagh kills Torkenbrand and Eragon's strong moral code makes him protest, even though killing the slaver was, objectively, the best course of action they could take. Yet Murtagh is not only Eragon’s foil in action, but also his foil symbolically: they are both sons of Selena, which binds them, and yet the sons of opposing fathers, which others unwittingly use to pit them against each other (yes, this is also a whole other post in the making. like i said, poorly-disguised murtagh stan blog). Murtagh’s foilness to Eragon is deeply interwoven into their friendship and their parallels, showing up in many subtle and unsubtle moments throughout the series.

Kylo Ren’s foil status, on the other hand, is… complicated in a different way. For one thing, he’s not just a foil to Rey, he’s also a foil to Finn—in fact, I’d argue he’s more foil to Finn, and more just a complete opposite to Rey. He’s the experience to Rey’s raw talent, he shifts toward the Light while Rey shifts toward the Dark, but with Finn, their stories of pulling away from the Empire could have been fantastic foil stories. Wasted opportunity. And I’m so mad about it but this isn’t a star wars blog so—

Part Three: Character Motives

Of course, both Murtagh and Kylo Ren’s motives change over the course of their own stories, so we’ll be looking at what they are and how they change.

Kylo Ren starts his story in TFA as a ruthless, power-hungry fanboy who cherry-picked his history lessons and simply ignored the fact that his oh-so-esteemed Darth Grandvader was actually redeemed in the end because Luke refused to give up on whatever scrap of good was left in him and I hate hate hate hate hate Luke’s sequel characterization UGH and so Kylo is “emulating” a false image of what he thinks Vader was: the power, the presence, the mask and modulator aesthetic, the “I’m on the Dark Side because it’s fun, and I get to do whatever I want consequence-free.” Which… no! So, at first, what does Kylo want? Power! Sure, he’s serving Palpatine’s Smeagol puppet Snoke, but eventually he’s gonna be the most powerful person in the galaxy. …well, but then eventually starts getting a little boring, so in TLJ Kylo ups his timetable, tries to get Rey on his side after torturing her for information (OF HIS OWN VOLITION! BECAUSE HE’S A JERK! He did not CARE about even trying to convince her at first, he asked the few questions necessary to justify meeting her resistance with a Force mind-rape), and then when she doesn’t join him on the Dark Side he fights her, again and again and again until he nearly DIES, and then HIS MOTHER DIES TO SAVE HIS UNGRATEFUL ASS, so now Kylo’s priorities switch from “power” to… uh… what, again? Redemption? By… how? Sacrificing his life for Rey?

Oh, now he remembers how his Darth Grandvader history lesson ended.

he’s still a copycat though

Murtagh’s motives, conversely, actually make sense for his situation. When we meet him, he has in the last few months run away from Urû’baen and lost his mentor and father-figure. His two priorities: keep himself and his horse alive, and see what the deal is with the new Dragon Rider he’s heard so much about. He meets Eragon and Saphira by saving their lives from the Ra’zac, and he’s there when Brom dies, and Eragon loses his own mentor. Having just recently gone through that pain himself, Murtagh gets attached, and joins Eragon on his adventure/vengeance quest against the Ra’zac. Murtagh doesn’t reveal his parentage, but he and Eragon find that they have a lot of similarities and get very close, sparring and bantering and becoming “a set of matched blades” and “brothers-in-arms” and other such friendly roles that are not-so-subtle hints at their true relationship, and even when they fight—notably when Murtagh doesn’t want to go to the Varden, because they might kill him, which would be actively violating his first priority of staying alive—Murtagh still agrees to help Eragon because he’s a nice f*cking person okay. And then, through shenanigans, Murtagh ends up getting kidnapped, assumed dead by his few new friends, and then 

TORTURED AND MIND-RAPED FOR AT LEAST THREE OR FOUR MONTHS.

And Murtagh’s will never broke! Not until Galbatorix gave him a dragon egg, and that dragon egg hatched into Thorn, and Thorn bonded with Murtagh, and Galbatorix threatened Thorn.

Murtagh fought Galbatorix until Thorn’s well-being was put into danger. 

After that, Murtagh’s priorities are skewed; he’s forcibly sworn to Galbatorix’s will, which sucks, but he’s also given fantastic power, which is great; but he and Thorn still get tortured as punishment for messing up, which also sucks. And then Nasuada, someone Murtagh actually likes, is captured and brought to Urû’baen, and Murtagh tries to hide his face behind the silver mask when Galbatorix forces him to torture Nasuada (physically, because Galbatorix never forces Murtagh to attack Nasuada’s mind) because he doesn’t want to torture his friend. In fact, he does everything in his ability to help her. And in the end, he cares about her so much that he realizes hang on a minute, I would actually put SOMEONE ELSE’S health and well-being over my own, which means something in me has fundamentally changed, WHICH MEANS I CAN DEFY GALBATORIX, and so what does he do? He gets rid of Galbatorix’s wards and lets Eragon finish him off. He gives up the Eldunarí to Eragon and Saphira, which were a huge source of his power, because in the end, he’s not a power-hungry maniac, he’s a nice person that shitty things happened to.

(And if Murtagh is a nice person that shitty things happened to, then Kylo Ren is a shitty person that nice things happened to)

Part Four: Character Actions

If you don’t believe me, then perhaps we’ll let actions speak louder than words.

Kylo Ren: In his first appearance, he orders his troops to kill an entire settlement. From there, he tortures Poe for information, obsessively pursues the protagonists who have the key to Luke’s location, becomes obsessed with Rey, who seems Force-sensitive, attempts to torture Rey the same way he tortured Poe, kills his own father even as his father apologizes and tries to help him, chases Finn and Rey (again) into a snowstorm on a planet that’s imploding in on itself because of a lightsaber; and then he’s chasing the Resistance—including his own mother—across the galaxy, killing Snoke and calling himself Supreme Leader (yeah, totally something a secret good guy would do), cornering the Resistance on Crait with the threat of DEATH. STAR. TECH. (miniaturized, but like. what’s the miniature of a planet-killer???? half a planet killer??????), and then ALLYING HIMSELF with PALPATINE (the stupid crusty meatsack didn’t even have to groom this one, he got a new apprentice for FREE), while also PLANNING TO DOUBLECROSS… PALPATINE… and continuing to chase Rey across the galaxy, trying to get her to join the Dark Side, and he only stops when his mother gives up her life to save his. 

His mother… who, just recently, he THREATENED WITH DEATH STAR TECH. 

All this to say, his “redemption” arc is hollow and stupid. Dying while doing “good” is not redemption, it’s a cop-out. Vader was ruthless not because he took pleasure from killing, but because it was efficient; he was redeemed because he found out he had been lied to, manipulated, used, and abused. Kylo Ren was fully aware of his situation, an abuser himself who took pleasure in his power and in killing people; and he was not redeemed by a kumbayah force-life-transfer BS or for turning on Palpatine, WHICH HE WAS PLANNING TO DO ANYWAY. 

Murtagh: Helps Eragon, helps Eragon even when he could get captured or tortured or killed, helps Eragon even though he’s surrounded by people who would suffer no regret over killing him, helps Eragon even though he will get tortured for it later, helps Nasuada because he doesn’t want to torture his friend (let me repeat, he DOESN’T. WANT. to TORTURE. his FRIEND. And he even ends up sneaking into her cell, AT RISK OF PUNISHMENT WHICH WOULD INVOLVE TORTURE, to talk to her and heal at least some of her wounds, and give her a way to tell reality from illusion when Galbatorix does try to force his way into her head), helps Eragon kill Galbatorix in the final battle, helps a little girl he’s only just met and gives her an enchanted fork, because why not, and only waits to rejoin Eragon and Saphira because he recognizes his own need to heal, to take time for himself and Thorn, and later, if FWW is anything to go by, probably to redeem himself by helping people, and fighting whatever threat he’s hearing rumors about in the north. Murtagh doesn’t take pleasure in hurting people, and he goes out of his way to do good things, even at risk to himself, as much as he’d hate to admit it.

Murtagh is hardly perfect; on the one hand, I fully agree with his decision to kill Torkenbrand because what else were you gonna do with him, Eragon, but on the other, yes, he’s flawed. Notably, there’s the moment of him killing Hrothgar, which I’ve discussed, his anger issues, his potential alcohol issues, and his general tendency to put himself first (which… yes, but also, he really doesn’t). Best thing about this, though, his his enormous potential for change, because we’ve already seen him change! And it saved the whole war! One tiny thing, one small moment of self reflection and realization—he changed himself, without any outside influence except for finding someone to care about. 

TL;DR Don’t insult my boy Murtagh. Come back when Kylo Ren gets some actual character development.

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Trust in Me (FO!Poe Dameron x F!Reader Part 2)

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Cursing. Brief fighting. Death. Mentions of suicide. Age gap but all parties are of legal age. Mild flirting.

Word count: 4.8k+

Summary: You fly to Taris in preparation for your meeting with First Order General Poe Dameron. 

Part 1 + Masterlist

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“I’d rather go alone, General.”  Your chin lifted at your statement, pushing your shoulders back, and holding General Organa’s gaze.

General Organa sighed at your words, pinching the nose of her bridge. “Look, this could be dangerous. We can’t risk you getting hurt out there again.”

“General, with all due respect, I don’t think it’s wise to risk more than one person just to bring in a mole.”

“This isn’t just a mole, Captain, and you know that.” General Organa walked away from you, gesturing with her fingers for you to follow. You marched beside her obediently, shoulders squared and posture straight.

“General, please,” you pleaded. “I’ll be even more cautious than last time. I’ll bring him in handcuffed, patted-down, blindfolded, whatever it takes. Please, you have to trust me.”

General Organa halted in place, turning to you. She took a deep, exasperated breath before saying, “Promise me. At the first sign of trouble, whether stormtroopers are with him or he even looks at you funny, you get out of there.”

“I promise, General,” you nodded.

“Good. You check in every two days. You leave tonight for recon. As soon as you make contact, you check in directly with me. You know the protocol when taking in defectors. Also, take BB-8 with you.”

Confusion set across your face at her command. “Don’t you think BB-8 would be a little…obvious. Plus, I’d have to fly a tandem.”

“Trust me, Captain. No one on Taris will notice.”

“Yes, General.” You nodded once more and turned to walk away when you felt General Organa’s hand on your shoulder.

“Captain?”

“Yes?”

“Be careful out there,” Leia’s eyes softened at the determined look on your face. “We’d hate to lose you.”

You placed your hand over hers before affirming her, “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

Leia nodded at your words and let you go. You turned a corner into an empty hallway, glancing left and right. Once you were sure no one was around, you leaned against the wall, letting your body relax and heave with the breaths you were previously holding. An overwhelming feeling that ignited in the middle of your chest was now spreading to the tips of your fingers, making your hands uncontrollably quiver. Eyes squeezed shut, fists balled up, and lips pursed, you took shorter, shakier breaths. In and out. In and out. The image of the handsome First Order general started to manifest itself in your mind as your breaths slowed. You opened your eyes wide, blinking several times to get rid of the small sparkling bits in your sight. This was it. Tracking the general had slowly consumed you, and your encounter with him had played in your mind repeatedly until even your mind had tired of his image.

As soon as you had received General Dameron’s call, you reported immediately to General Organa, who wasted no time in drawing up a plan to bring him in. You were first assigned to be a part of a group consisting of fighters to meet with General Dameron. This isn’t necessary, you had insisted to General Organa. After what happened last time, you feared what would happen if more of you were captured. The First Order grew stronger and stronger everyday, and The Resistance was starting to fall behind. Mistakes. Slip-ups. Weak links. None of them. There was absolutely no margin for error anymore. You walked back to your quarters, grabbed a bag, and started packing clothes for your mission, with no idea how long this will take. The comlink and note weighed heavily in your pocket. He had not called since his first message yesterday, and you were left guessing what the man had in mind. You took out the note with Dameron’s scribbled message to you.

“Soon. -P”

The paper itself had a well-worn crease down the middle. Slight coffee stains and slightly bent edges. The note never left your person — a constant reminder of the task, the person you were assigned. An urgent knocking at the door had you scrambling to hide the note back in your pocket.

“Come in!” you permitted. Your dear friend, Rose Tico, entered the room, her brows scrunched and movements hurried. She shut the door behind her and waited for no greeting before asking,

“You’re going to Taris?! Alone?”

“Hello to you too, Rose.”

“Hi.” She sat on your bed and looked up at you. “Why are you going alone?”

“How’d you even find out about that? This mission is classified,” you countered. You started rifling through your drawers for last minute additions to your sparse luggage, purposefully avoiding Rose’s inquisitive stare. You clicked your utility belt around your hips and placed your blaster in the holster.

“General Organa told me to talk to you before you left. Something about making sure you’re thinking straight.”

“I’m thinking just fine. I need to do this alone. We’re not doing so great right now, and we can’t risk anyone else getting hurt, being caught, or worse,” you reasoned. You remained standing when you finally met Rose’s gaze. As expected, she was shaking her head in disagreement.

“What if this is a trick? What if he’s just trying to figure out how to get to our base, so the First Order can attack us?”

“Rose, there is protocol in place for defectors. You know that. Besides, “ you paused before continuing. “There are…measures…in place if a Resistance member is captured with no way out.”

“That’s why I’m saying you shouldn’t be alone! It doesn’t have to come to that!” Rose exclaimed.

“That’s exactly why I need to be alone! We can’t risk anyone else, and I am willing to do whatever it takes for The Resistance. Even that,” your voice faltered at your last words. Mortality and death were realities that permanently rested in the backs of all Resistance members’ minds. For a strong front, you couldn’t even bring yourself to say the ultimate act of sacrifice to protect The Resistance. Missions, especially like this one, always brought those realities to the front and center of your mind. “I will be fine. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Rose’s inquisitive stare morphed into one of worry. She rose from the bed and wrapped her arms around you, squeezing tightly. “Please be safe,” she whispered. You wrapped your arms around her in return, nodding your head.

“I will.”

Rose pulled away and nodded. She grabbed your bag off your bed and handed it to you. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the runway.” You grabbed a bag of credits off your bedside table and took one last look at your quarters before leaving. Rose and you walked in unison to the runway, with her rattling off the list of improvements and maintenance she had made to the unique tandem X-wing you will be flying while you nodded along, mind traveling to ponder on the whereabouts of a certain First Order general. It wasn’t until BB-8 had appeared in your sight that you were brought back to present reality. BB-8 greeted you with enthusiastic beeps, excited to go on its first mission with you. While the BB unit was not new to The Resistance, it did not have a permanent companion. Rather, it was used between several commanding officers, and this would be the first time it would accompany you.

“Hi, BB-8!” Rose greeted.

“Hey, buddy,” you crouched down to the droid’s level, patting its body before asking, “you ready to go?” BB-8 responded with another series of happy beeps before turning its head and rolling towards your ship. Rose boarded with you and conducted a final check of all equipment and gear, as if she hadn’t already done so a thousand times already. BB-8 was also familiarizing itself with the tandem X-wing, quickly finding the droid socket and calculating coordinates to the Lower City of Taris. You set down your bag in the small area by your feet before stepping down to where Rose waited.

“Please…be safe,” Rose reminded.

“I will. I promise,” you affirmed. Rose and you embraced in farewell for the time being. You climbed into the cockpit and closed it, placing your helmet on and switching on the comlink to check in with your communications officer by stating your rank, name, and destination. The engine whirred to life as you flipped the switches on the dashboard. “Confirming coordinates to Lower City of Taris. Ready to go, BB-8?” BB-8 beeped in response, confirming your destination.

“Runway cleared for takeoff, Captain. You are good to go,” the communications officer announced.

“Captain?” General Organa’s voice buzzed into your ear.

“Yes, General?”

“May the Force be with you.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Inhale — taking all the anxiety and worries to the very center of your chest. Exhale — blowing those anxieties and worries into the air. You taxied onto the runway, and with BB-8’s assurance, took off into the sky and out of D’Qar. You couldn’t really tell how long the trip to Taris actually was. Your mind had wandered off like usual and was broken by BB-8’s announcement of needing to enter the planet’s atmosphere soon. You switched your comlink on to inform the communications officer that you were preparing to enter the planet’s atmosphere. The communications officer confirmed your location and intent before giving you the green light to go.

The clouds around you were darkly colored and thick as you entered the atmosphere. Once you had flown the plane into a low-enough altitude and the clouds cleared away, the sight of the Lower City made your breath hitch. The Lower City was littered with wrecked ships. Old shipping containers were stacked on top of one another as makeshift homes. A thick layer of dark smog settled over the Lower City. Meanwhile, in the distance, tall, sleek, and modern skyscrapers shot through the pollution surrounding them — a stark contrast from the bordering Lower City that was hardly a step above a large junkyard. After circling the Lower City, it was clear there would be nowhere safe to land. You flew over to the Upper City where BB-8 quickly located a landing bay. You landed with no problem and paid the standing fees to the bay’s attendant.

You slung your bag over your shoulder before asking the attendant, “Where can I find lodging around here?”

“It depends on how much you want to spend. The nicer inns are here in the surrounding cities of Upper City. Can’t miss them. There’s at least three every few blocks. If you want to stay somewhere cheap though, you have to go to the Lower City. I wouldn’t stay there if I were you though. Really not safe,” the attendant kept rattling off information about the latest crimes they had heard about in the Lower City. After a minute or two, you had to cut in

“Thanks for all that. How do I get to Lower City from here?” you asked.

“I really wouldn’t recommend that. The swoop gangs around there have been shooting at anybody in the street, and it’s crawling with people who…” the sound of you discreetly placing additional credits into their palm quieted them. “…there’s a crossroads south of here where you’ll find a [Bek] base. There’s elevators there that will take you down to the Lower City.”

“Thank you for all your help, and for your…discretion on my whereabouts” you nodded and walked away, BB-8 rolling right by your side. You headed south to the aforementioned base. Judging from the outside, the base was quite busy with all sorts of creatures and droids roaming about. Everyone walked with a stiffened posture, oblivious to anyone outside of the party they were talking to. BB-8 beeped in a hopeful tone, remarking that maybe this wasn’t as bad as it looked. “Stick close, BB-8,” you warned. The elevators were difficult to locate through all the winding hallways. Moreover, the deeper you went into base, the more your unease grew. Loud chattering grew into buzzing whispers. Avoidance of eye contact turned into open stares and sneers. BB-8 was silently rolling by your side, knowing that its bright orange-and-white exterior acted as a stark beacon compared to those surrounding it. It was as if everyone in the lower half of the base had communicated with each other to wear dark colors before coming here, you mused. You went into an elevator heading into the Lower City, making sure to avoid looking at any of the other occupants.

The doors opened to reveal the unsettling image of the wasteland that was the Lower City. A scorched and faded sign swinging back and forth precariously over your head clarified this was the Tallinn district. The makeshift buildings around you were former shipping containers repurposed to serve as homes and establishments. The pungent air around you was thick with humidity, making the smog that laid low over the city even worse. Breathing the air around you was like trying to breathe underwater, and the polluted air burned your already-tired eyes. There were laughing children running around and weaving through the street. The crowd moved in clusters, mostly concentrated in the middle of the street. It was near impossible not to bump shoulders with anyone when walking.

Clutching your bag close to you, you started to walk down the side of the main street, carefully scanning the crowd and buildings to gain a sense of familiarity. You made sure to keep away from the dark alleys but kept to the side to avoid being swept into the crowd and losing BB-8. Looking around, you quickly realized there was no sure way to distinguish homes versus businesses. They often doubled as both. Cantinas, for example, would have levels above them that served as apartments for the owners and their families. You could tell from the windows carved into the sides of the shipping containers. The lower levels would show patrons drinking, talking and laughing. The upper levels had barred windows with drying clothes hanging from the bars. Creatures would stare out of the windows, observing the busy crowd moving through the street. Vines and fungi grew on the sides of all the shipping containers. The fungi on the ground were stamped out in the areas with heavy traffic, but they still flourished at the bottom edges of where the ground and the shipping containers met.  

BB-8 alarmingly beeped in warning before you felt a hand go over your mouth and an arm go around your neck to pull you into one of the very alleys you were trying to avoid. The adrenaline surged through your body as you forcibly turned your head to the side and brought your leg out, widening your stance, while pushing down on the arm around you.  You placed your leg behind the assailant’s leg that was closest to you and grabbed the backs of their knees. Keeping the center of your gravity low, you pushed your hips outward, taking the assailant down and forcing them onto their back while you kept your foot farthest away planted on the ground and knee bent to break your impact. A loud groan came from your assailant. You dropped a sharp elbow into the assailant’s stomach before scrambling up and pointing your blaster at their curled-up figure. Before you or BB-8 could react, two blue beams of blaster bolts shot out and hit your assailant, killing them.

You and the droid looked ahead to find a figure clad in all black and grey, a black helmet obscuring their face. Their blaster was held in one hand and remained aimed at your assailant, but the gaze of their visor was directly on you.

“We don’t want any trouble,” you announced, placing your hand over the trigger and pointing your blaster straight at their head in defense.

“You did well, clever girl,” the figure’s modulated voice commented. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you slightly lowered your blaster, squinting at the figure. There was only one person in the world who had ever called you that.  

“General Dameron?!” you exclaimed.

“Sssshhhh. Someone might hear you,” General Dameron warned. “There’s no need for all this.” He waved his blaster to indicate you to holster your weapon. He was the one who put his weapon away first, however, and walked around the body and towards you. He pressed a button on the side of his helmet which revealed the eyes that have been emblazoned into your mind for Maker knows how long. His pace toward you was slow and measured. Even lacking a weapon, he had the power to intimidate you with his very presence. As he got closer, you raised your blaster once more to aim at his head, but he merely lowered your blaster with his hand. Your arms automatically gave way to the General’s nonverbal command, and you holstered your weapon before crossing your arms.

“Gotta say I’m impressed,” he commended. “That was a quick takedown.”

“That’s not saying much. It wasn’t hard,” you quipped. He raised his eyebrow at your proud words. “Now talk. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, clever girl. You’re a day early.”

“So are you. How’d you even find me? There’s a million people on this street.”

“There’s not many on this planet who have a bright orange and white BB unit as a companion, my dear. It wasn’t hard,” he repeated your words back to you in a bordering-on-mocking tone. Damn it, Leia, you thought. BB-8 let out a series of angry beeps and shot out one of his metal extensions, sparks emanating from the tip and threateningly pointed at Dameron. “Cute,” General Dameron quipped.

“You didn’t answer my first question, General.”

“Please, call me Poe, clever girl, but not around here. People can’t know I’m here.”

“What are you doing here so early?” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t say I was arriving in two days. I said to meet me here in two days. I didn’t know you were going to come early.”

“Well why are we here at the Lower City of Taris of all places?”

“You don’t like the place I picked out for us?” Poe feigned hurt at your words, and you rolled your eyes in response. “I had to meet an informant here before I met with your general. Plus, this was the perfect planet for my plans.”

“What plans?” you asked.

General Dameron looked around at the darkening night sky, his expression going from teasing to stoic, the very expression that invaded your thoughts since the day you met. He met your eyes before suggesting, “I think it’s best if we find lodging for the night. The last thing we need is to be caught out after curfew.” BB-8 beeped in suspicion at Poe’s suggestion, offering to shock him, so that the two of you can make a run for it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Poe warned BB-8.

You took a deep breath and secured your bag to your back. “Lead the way.” Poe pressed the button on the side of his helmet to close his opaque visor over his eyes. BB-8 and you followed Poe deeper into Taris. The once lively crowd in the streets were now growing sparse and dispersing. Windows were being locked shut. Patrons and owners were bringing in chairs and tables back into their respective establishments before going their separate ways. There would be the odd child being dragged by their arm or the back of their shirt by their parent back to their homes. BB-8 was silent when rolling by you, and you couldn’t help but share in the wariness the droid was exhibiting. Poe led you to an unmarked building and gestured for you to go inside first. You thanked him and stepped inside, and the sight had you glancing around in impressed awe. The building, like everything else in Lower City, was made of old shipping containers and spare parts salvaged from shipwrecks. It was bigger than you’d expected. Multiple containers had been welded together to build this surprisingly cozy yet spacious inn. The lobby had creatures of all kinds lounging around, and lively music played from a small radio in the corner. Yellow lights from the ceiling gave off a dim glow at best, enough so that you can see in front of you. Poe walked up to the receptionist desk where a droid was wiping down the desk  Their attention was caught by Poe clearing his throat, and his deep modulated voice saying, “She needs a room.”

The droid creaked as their head turned to Poe and replied, “I must apologize, sir, but we are at full occupancy tonight. I would suggest Mako’s across the street, but…” the sound of loud growling and several blaster shots rang out, interrupting the droid before it continued. “It is past curfew. My suggestion would be for her to stay with you.” Poe only nodded and marched to the bottom of the stairs in the corner. He turned to meet your wide-eyed stare and BB-8’s protesting beeps. You heard him sigh before walking over to you, grabbing your arm and dragging you up the stairs. BB-8’s awkward clunking was right behind you, and you started smacking at Poe’s firm grip on your arm.

“Stop pulling me!” you wrenched your arm away from Poe. “I know how to walk by my self.”

“Sorry.” he gruntled. Poe scanned the card to his room, opening the door for you and BB-8 to enter first. The walls bore no decorations. You could see a tiny bathroom immediately to your left. There was one window in the room, and it was covered by stained blue curtains. There was a lone lamp that provided a flickering yellow light to illuminate the room. A small table and two chairs lay in another corner. In the middle of the room, up against the wall, was one small bed.

“Nope.” You turned the knob, wrenching the door open when Poe appeared in front of you, slamming the door closed with one hand.

“Where do you think you’re going, clever girl?” Poe questioned, leading closer toward you. You tried to shove him away from you, but he barely moved an inch from your impact. Instead, you walked to the opposite corner where the table and chair were and crossed your arms, glaring at him defiantly and creating the badly-needed distance between you two. BB-8 rolled with you and placed itself in the middle of you and Poe, acting as a buffer.

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think we’re sleeping in the same bed, General.”

“Poe, and I was actually going to offer to sleep on the chair. You’re gonna get yourself killed if you tried to walk out of this inn at this hour.” he started to walk towards you, but you stuck your arm out.

“Not another step,” you warned. BB-8 beeped in agreement and stuck out an arm with a small flame burning at the end of it. “I got a lot of questions for you, General.”

“It’s Poe,” he reminded calmly. He took off his helmet to reveal his chiseled features, still so annoyingly attractive even with his hair and beard in disarray. “As much as I want to get to know each other, it’s been a long day. You can use the bathroom first.” You narrowed your eyes at him before clutching your bag and side-stepping your way to the bathroom, keeping your eyes on him the entire time before shutting the door. BB-8 rolled in front of you, keeping the burning flame pointed towards Poe before standing guard. You looked at your disheveled self in the faint reflection of the scratched up metal slab that served as a mirror. You ran the faucet, splashing water on your face repeatedly before realizing the water may have been tinted yellow. The bathroom’s light made it impossible to distinguish whether or not the water was tinted, but the slight odor was enough for you to stop using it. You quickly got dressed into a clean shirt and trousers, grateful for the feeling of fresh linen against your skin compared to the humidity that seemed to stick to your clothes. You took a deep breath before opening the door. BB-8 beeped in greeting and rolled aside. You were greeted by the sight of Poe staring out the window, shirtless, with black linen pants hanging low on his hips. Your sharp intake of breath snapped Poe’s head to you. He smirked at your reaction.

“Perhaps on another occasion, clever girl,” Poe teased. Although seemingly impossible in this sweltering humidity, an embarrassed heat crawled up your neck and fanned in your cheeks. He chuckled at your lack of response. You sat down your bag on the table next to the bed, but you remain standing, watching his movements. He sat down into the chair and propped his feet up on the opposite chair, crossing his hands over his abdomen. You noticed a chain a metal chain with a ring at the end on lying against his bronzed chest. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, and saying, “I promise I’ll answer all your questions in the morning. For now, we need to sleep. Goodnight.” His head bobbed back against the chair.

“Goodnight,” you returned. You couldn’t help but to stare at Poe. The infamous First Order general was sitting in front of you, shirtless, weapons in front of him, and trying to sleep. Of all the scenarios you have ran through your head when finally collecting him for The Resistance, this was definitely not in the top rankings. You remembered his face to always have worn a stoic expression, never reflective of any feelings he may have. Now, his face was relaxed. The only signs of his usual stoic manner were the wrinkles between his forehead where he regularly furrowed his brows. With his handsome face so relaxed, he appeared years younger. He was…cute, you begrudgingly admitted.

“I can feel you staring,” Poe muttered.

You cheeks flooded with heat yet again, and you suppressed an embarrassed smile threatening to make its way onto your face. You placed your holstered blaster on top of the beside table and moved your bag to the floor. BB-8 rolled by your bedside table and beeped for permission. You patted the BB unit’s head. “Go ahead and power down, buddy.” BB-8 beeped goodnight before powering down in one of the empty corners of the room. You climbed under the covers and flicked off the lone lamp, flooding the room in darkness, only the glow of the collective street lights outside filtered through the curtains. The soft notes of the music playing downstairs along with Poe’s steady breathing were the only sounds in the room. The word “bed” was too generous of a word for what you were currently laying on, you concluded. It might as well have been plywood with feathers on top, and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. You kept shifting and changing your position. On to your side. On to your back. On to your other side. On to your stomach before making your way full circle and lying on your side. You huffed at the pressure on your hip before grabbing the other pillow. You were going to use the pillow to relieve the pressure on your hips and lower back when you thought of the man sitting in front of you. The man who was currently trying to sleep with his neck bent back, on non-cushioned chairs, and no pillow. You thought for a moment.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?” he answered, his voice clear of any notes of being asleep moments before, confirming your notion that he couldn’t sleep either.

“Catch.” You threw the extra pillow at Poe, who caught it with ease. You hesitated before offering “…you can sleep in the bed, but stay on your side.” He met your offer with silence. You waved off the embarrassment of having asked, reasoning with yourself that you were being nice. Your eyelids were starting to grow heavy. Breaths steadying as sleep prepared to settle into your body. However, you were jolted awake by the screech of the chair sliding against the floor. You were able to count to ten before you felt the bed dip under Poe’s weight as he climbed under the covers, keeping his back to yours. You secretly grinned in delight at his actions. “Goodnight, Poe,” you whispered.

“Goodnight.” Poe mumbled.

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Part 1 + Masterlist

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What I’d change about Rise of Skywalker

To be clear, these are changes I’d make to the existing script, not what I would have written instead. We can all agree Sheev coming back was, at best, a bit dumb, I’m also fully aware that a lot of people disliked TLJ for a variety of reasons and wanted ros to retconn more stuff, but this is not an attempt to change any of that. I’m taking the basic structure of the movie and shifting stuff around to create something I think is tonally and thematically more in line with the overall trillogy.

Also i’m aware the extended universe is sort of canon-until-proven-otherwise at the moment but as far as i’m concered there was a DC style crisis and it’s now open season on worldbuilding elements

- Starting right at the very beginning, our opening crawl is now just about immortality being one of the secret sith powers Sheev kept hinting about in the prequels

- Our very first sequence in the movie is now a (short) montage of Sheev sending psychic messages to members of the First Order, telling them to join his secret sith club. It’s not just Kylo, this is a thing he’s just generally doing, Hux, Pryde, Kylo, random Storm Trooper number 7, they’re all getting this same message.

- Kylo buggers off to go murder Sheev, because Snoke never actually let him graduate (or whatever modern sith do) so he’s not actually a sith lord, but he’s like ah, new/old sith lord is in town, I go kill him and I get to take his title by right of conquest rule of one styley, and also take out a threat to my power base. Also in the one scene we see of him interacting with the first order it’s pretty clear he actually really fucking hates being in charge, so a mission to kill Sheev is looking super win-win

- The reason Exigor is sacred to the Sith now, the reason Palpatine’s able to communicate accross planets, and the reason he’s still alive (ish) are all the same - the planet “has a heart... oF KAIIIBURRRRRR!” (yes the line should be delivered exactly like that) that amplified force powers

- Instead of just being Ian McDermott in white facepaint, Sheev’s design draws heavily on Darth Nihilus or Darth Sion, his body is dead or maybe nonexistant depending on how gross they’re prepared to go. The point is, the answer to the question ‘how the fuck did he survive?’ should be essentially ‘he didn’t’; he’s a consiousness and a fuckton of willpower and not much else

- We establish a temple/cult in this universe that worships twin gods and are generally all about balance and shit coming in twos and they think force diads are sacred. I’m thinking someone at the temple has resistance information, and when Rey and Poe visit, Poe goes to talk to the contact while Rey meditates and sees Luke’s ghost who tells her how he and Leia came here together and about their belief system and how there are different ways of connecting to the force than just being a jedi, setting up the plot point of the diad, our theme of ‘the people we love are never really gone’, and also laying the groundwork for what’s going to be a second theme of building something new rather than repeating the mistakes of the past, by establishing the sith/jedi dichotomy isn’t the only possible path to take.

- Rose and Finn are bored and stuck on base while their friends are on this mission, so when they get a distress call from a minor First Order base they go off to investigate. They find Hux, who’s been ousted in a coup in favour of the First Order just straight up following Sheev after Kylo wondered off, who promises them information. At this base, Finn also sees some young storm trooper cadets.

- Back at the rebel base they all meet up and Hux (who they’ve taken prisoner) tells them about Sheev being back, which they didn’t know about because he’s only been speaking to bad guys.

- Leia is already dying, Rey is super upset about it and during an accidental mind share, Kylo finds out and tells her Sidious knows how to heal people by transferring life energy from one person to another. The healing thing is specifically a Sith power this go around. We get a moment pretty soon after during a mission where someone gets injured, probably Finn, and she figures out how to heal them based on the hints Kylo gave her

- Also this time Leia still isn’t a jedi but not because of a prophesy, it’s because she disagrees with their philosophy, which is going to be relevant later. We get a line to the effect that ‘Luke didn’t grow up surrounded by the legacy of the Jedi’s failings, I did’

- The weird knife thing isnt anymore, it’s just a hollicron now, and the whole bit with both Lando and Rey’s parents and the bonty hunter are removed to give us breathing room elsewhere, it’s just a more tradtional fetch quest now.

- In order to get the holicron translated, Poe’s like “you’re not going to like this, but I maybe know a guy from doing undercover missions”, and takes them to Black Sun to speak to Darth Maul, that’s right, Darth Maul is here now, and he helps them because his prosthetics are breaking down and Rose fixes them and saves his life. Also he’s pretty pissed at Sheev for getting him killed so he’s totally chill with them killing the guy.

- The Hollicron tells them that the last known map to Exigor was stored in the archives of the temple of Corisant.

- They go to the ruins of the temple, a place that is both nostaligic and also has actual character significance to kylo and ties into our theme of how the jedi and the sith are both a bit shit, and even though it makes more sense for it to have been cleaned up, it’s full of little baby skeletons from Anakin’s massacre, just for the drama of it

- Rey and Kylo fight, he taunts her again with the promise of healing Leia, but this time Rey uses their bond and her knowledge of how to talk to force ghosts to basically force Kylo’s third eye wide open so he’s hearing a hundred force ghosts all at one, stabs him while he’s distracted, heals him, and then she fucks off, leaving him to talk to the force ghost of Anakin, who tells him he’s a moron who’s falling for the same bullshit Sheev used on him

- Rey joins up with the others, but at the Rebel base Hux has managed to escape and shoots Leia (it’s dramatic and she dies saving someone but it’s not actually particularly plot relevant so imagine your own death scene of choice here), and obviously Rey feels it

- At this point the gang split up, Poe and Rose go back the the Rebels because they know they’ll be needed, Finn goes off to rescue the storm trooper kids he saw earlier (yeah I’m adding a subplot what’re you going to do about it), and Rey goes off to fight Palpatine

- In the temple, Leia appears to Kylo as a force ghost while he’s doing dramatic ‘i can’t go on’ kneeling pose and gives him a little pep talk and name drops the title

- Finn goes to the first order base, finds the kids, and the little ones are on board with escaping but then they run into some teenagers who actually have guns and it cuts away on a ‘will they turn him in?” cliffhanger

- Rey arrives in Sheev’s big cave thing, tries to fight him but he’s all ‘the jedi could not defeat me before, what makes you think they can now when you’re barely more than a padawan’ and force lightnings her a bit. They’re not related in this universe, he just wants to steal her lifeforce to heal himself more because she’s powerful

- Turns out that the First Order have been tracking Hux, so they know where the Rebel base is so there’s a big space battle going on, and the First Order don’t even have any fancy secret weapon but there’s a lot of them and there’s not enough Rebel ships left after TLJ. Poe’s up in the air flying even though he’s the boss now, and Rose is on the comms trying to contact allies

"This is the Rebellion, please. In the name of Leia Organa, we're calling you. Please, if there's anyone out there. For Leia Organa, for Luke Skywalker, for Amilyn Holdo, please…" and then when there's no response, in tears, she whispers, "For Rose Tico, please!"

There's a beat of silence, and then the radio crackles to life.

"Rose Tico calls for aid, and Black Sun will answer."

A moment later another, "Leia Organa calls for aid and Cloud City will answer."

and then a moment later, “The Rebellion calls for Aid and the Free Troopers will answer” and we cut to Finn in a stolen First Order ship full of the trooper cadets of all ages.

A makeshift amada joins the fight, same as in the original version, and rose and circular briad crown girl who’s also been trying to call for back up hug in celebration and have a very brief ‘oh wait maybe i’m into you’ moment

- Back on Exigor, Kylo arrives to find Rey on the floor, dying. He takes her hand and we see them as spirits, surrounded by the flickering memories of their lives, they’re seeing one another properly for the first time, and they ackoledge one another as twins via the force (personally i’d make them explicitly siblings, by force if not blood, here to carry on the proud star wars tradition of ambiguously incestuous twins, but that might not fly with disney execs in the the 21st century), and then he gives her his life force to heal her and his last words are a title drop again, mirroring what Leia said to him, because this movie is cheesy as hell

- "The power of the Jedi could have lived in you, as the power of the sith lives in me. But instead you threw it away, for what? For that pathetic little boy? He was no more a true sith than you are a true Jedi!"

"I don't need to be a Jedi. The force is with me, and I am with the force. You have the sith. I have all that was and is and will be!"

Behind her force ghosts begin to appear, but not just jedi. There is as many of the Skywalker clan as we can get (including some reused green screen footage of Carrie Fisher), and Rose's sister, and Han, and people visually implied to be Poe and Finn’s parents, and Holdo, and behind them hundreds of others. Basically if we can afford them, they’re cameoing here, alongside a load of extras. And last of all, standing beside her is Ben.They exchange a look, and then Rey strikes. Palatine tries to force lightning her but it doesn't work, and she presses her hands to his cloak, pulls the life force out if him. Thes a terrible screaming and we see glimpses of the other sith, before they dissipate and the robe falls to the ground.

And obviously the space battle also gets definitively won at the same time, this is movieland, I’m thinking Finn and Poe have to coordinate an attack that relies on Finn using the force is that vague ‘jedi’s are all amazing pilots’ way episodes 1 and 4 both used

Oh and then at the end they’re all celebrating back on the Rebel base, and Finn starts to hit on Rose and she’s like “I’m not the one you want to say that too, also you’re not my type” and smooches circular braid-crown girl who’s been in the background of all these movies with nothing to so

Finn joins Poe and Rey and they all hug in the same ambigiously-poly way they did in the original, and then Poe’s like “I’m sorry about Kylo” kind of awkward because he still hates the guy but he knows Rey doesn’t, and Rey’s like ‘I’m not, the people we love never really leave us’

and then the final scene, Rey is carrying Kylo’s lightsabre and lays Luke’s and Leia’s on the altar of the temple of the twins, and goes to ask the priests to tell her about their religion, with the implication that she’s starting to build her own new version of the jedi

(and if I was disney this would totally be the set up for a new animated series about Rey travelling around the galaxy meeting new weird alien cultures and learning about what cool force powers they have, and the knights of Ren can be the bad guys, and sometimes she’ll come and help Finn and Poe and Rose with trying to rebuild the galaxy. And then they have to take out Black Sun in season 2 and it’s all super dramatic because they were allies sort of and had cameos, and now rey and maul are forced to have super cool spider-legs lightsabre battles instead)