#Poe/Adali

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“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

@seasidewriter1 - So this prompt was asked with 10 - “I’m going to marry you one day” and ended up involving 1, 2, 35, 46, 47, 63, and 64. I may have taken a page out of your book and gone a little overboard (it ended up being over 2k), but I doubt you’ll care. lol. I hope you enjoy! 

Adali supposed it wasn’t exactly how she ever thought it would happen, but then again, when did life ever really go her way? Not that this was necessarily a bad thing in this case, but it was surely unexpected and that was hard to do with the Master Jedi. Though, again she supposed, Poe Dameron did always seem to find a way to surprise her and keep things interesting. There was never a dull moment with Poe around. 

It had been years since Poe had extracted Adali off of Coruscant on General Organa’s orders and after a slightly rocky relationship in the beginning, as Poe definitely did not trust Adali as a newcomer, and Adali didn’t trust anyone for that matter. But the two slowly grew on one another like a fungus. And, to both their surprise, it seemed that Adali and Poe had become the best of friends in that time.

They were growing into something much more than just best friends too, though Adali was hesitant and petrified to admit so. She did recall, however, that her mother had said this: “The strongest marriages are formed when you marry your best friend.” Now, there certainly wasn’t any talk of marriage at this point. The two hadn’t even admitted their affections for one another. They had started flirtations and that was where the two humans stood.

It had been a hard day not in terms of danger, but in strenuous work loads. Adali had spent the early morning hours before the sun had arisen over the horizon getting ahead on her work orders before the rest of the day was spent training Rey in the humid jungle of Yavin 4. Poe Dameron had spent his day training up the new Red Squadron of x-wing pilots. The two hadn’t run into one another until Poe found Adali resting under a tree with her carving materials in hand while enjoying the orange hue of the sunset.

Poe had leaned against a nearby tree watching the young woman until the sun was nearly completely hidden over the horizon. The warm dimming light made Adali’s blue eyes almost look purple, and her hair (which was down for once instead of pulled back in some elaborate braid Poe didn’t know how to manage), looked shiny and almost strawberry blonde instead of dirty blonde.

 He would’ve been blind not to notice how absolutely stunning she looked in that moment. Not that she wasn’t always beautiful, he found, but in that moment he found it harder to breathe and his chest a fraction tighter than normal when he found himself lost gazing at the young woman. The thought of someday losing the chance to bask in her warm air, which she most likey would’ve said was her Force signature, was nearly debilitating for him to think about.

Someday the war with the First Order would be over, and he would follow General Organa or return to the New Republic and continue to fly. Or maybe he would take a page out of his father’s book and retire there to Yavin 4. It hadn’t been what he wanted as a child, but he’d seen so much death and destruction for one lifetime. As long as he could still fly, Poe didn’t really care where he went.

But Adali would most likely try to reopen the Jedi Temple to train future Jedi. Or, as Poe refused to think, would be dead by the hands of her cousin. There were even chances for either outcome, and the more favorable one still left Poe wondering if he’d ever get to see the young woman again. It was something he didn’t like to think about, and he tried not to accept that it was there. But if there was something he could do about it, he definitely would.

Adali was one of the kindest people he’d ever known despite all of the horrors that had been done to her, and everything she’d been forced to do with the war invading into every aspect of their lives. She always went out of her way to make others feel better and to help solve their problems before ever trying to fix her own even if it put her in a bad place mentally, or physically. She’d arrived from Coruscant in a very bad way, but it was cleaner now, especially to Poe as he looked at her whenever she wasn’t looking, that she was still troubled, but she was much happier than she’d arrived. That sweet girl that smiled with her eyes, and loved with ever fiber of her being was not afraid to stick up for those unable to do so for themselves, and she definitely wasn’t afraid to put people (namely Poe) in their place when they stepped out of line.

“Are you going to just stand there all night, or are you going to join me?” Adali asked without looking up from her carving. It looked like she was carving some sort of blossom, but he was no expert on plant life.

“Sometimes it still freaks me out how you do that,” Poe admitted as he made his way over to join her under the tree to enjoy the rest of the evening in the hot jungle.

“It didn’t freak you out when I was able to find you on Jakku,” Adali pointed out, glancing up through her lashes with a coy smirk on her lips before going back to her work. The Force Bond that had somehow managed to connect them together despite Poe’s lack of Force Sensitivity had perplexed them for quite some time after they’d discovered it, but it was far easier to handle now. “Nor do you seem to complain when you drew me into your dreams and tried to have s-”

Poe cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he interrupted the woman. “Yeah, still don’t know why you went along with those,” Poe muttered, though not regretting where his dreams often took him. After all, his dreams just gave him what he wished he had in the real world.

“I was just as confused as you were,” Adali said. “But it’s perfectly natural to dream about such things, I’m told. Dreams are perfectly normal.”

“Except for Jedi.”

“Except for Jedi,” Adali agreed.

“What else is unusual for a Jedi to do?” Poe asked.

“Depends on when you’re asking,” Adali clarified. “Are you talking about the Old Republic when the Jedi Council existed, or do you mean now with only me and Rey actively living and practicing as Jedi?”

“Let’s go with the first one?”

Adali just chuckled at his hesitance to pick. “Well, Jedi weren’t allowed to form attachments, but it was expected of us to have compassion for all living things. Relations weren’t forbidden, but many refrained from them as relations often would lead to emotions and attachment. It just made things too complicated.”

“What about now?” Poe asked. “I mean, your dad married your mother, and Leia had Han. Where do you stand?”

“Emotions and attachment are perfectly natural and normal for anybody,” Adali said. “The issue that the old ways did not understand was that fear and loss, anger, depression, and all other negative emotions are also natural. Everyone, not just Jedi, had to work through them and learn to deal with them in healthy ways. Just because you can have one doesn’t mean you’ll always have the other, but sometimes it does and that’s normal. We have to accept that pain and loss is as much a part of life as love and hope and pleasure.”

“So if you were to, I don’t know, fall in love, then you’d be willing to get married and have the whole family experience?” Poe asked.

Love. Love. Love was an emotion that was not a stranger to Adali. She supposed she may have felt too much and too deeply, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She would not change herself because love was the best feeling of all. Love was happiness, serenity, peace, and joy. All she felt she needed ever was love.

But at the same time, love still caused her grief. She loved her family, and though they were falling apart, she still loved them which many didn’t understand. Kylo Ren wasn’t just Kylo Ren, he was Ben Solo, the sweet boy that used to laugh and play with her in the flowering fields and place Force Ball with. And it wasn't just familial love either.

Romantic love was tricky. Often she found herself stammering, flustered, and utterly confused on what was going on or how she felt with the man sitting beside her. These questions were not exempt from this either. When inquiring of it personally towards her, Adali’s heart skipped a beat, and the fluttering in the pit of her stomach seemed to nauseate her. The man always threw her curveballs and she wasn’t sure how to deal with those emotions.

Usually the casual flirtations they’d fallen into were something she could easily handle now. In the beginning, however, that was a very different story. But now, she looked forward to their playful banters and sweet words. Just the thought of the man and his warm brown eyes and his goofy smile warmed her, and brought a smile to her lips. But when things got more serious, like with the question he was asking her now, Adali didn’t know what to think. Was he being serious? Was he asking for himself? Was this all just friendly and innocent, or was Poe actually interested in her. Poe was a flirt and had a reputation, but she knew he’d never intentionally hurt her. But where they really stood with one another, Adali didn’t know.

“I would,” Adali finally admitted after a long while of silence. “A husband, kids, maybe some animals around for them to play with and teach responsibility. At least two,” Adali went on to clarify. “I want my kids to have a sibling like I had with Ben. Nobody should feel alone growing up.”

“Yeah, I would’ve liked a sibling to grow up with,” Poe admitted. “Two is a good number, to start and if we decide more than all the better.”

“We?” Adali squeaked and gaped, her carving tool slipping to jab into the metal finger on her left hand. Thankfully the prosthetic was more durable and was simple scratched ever so slightly. Nothing that couldn’t just be buffed out.

“Yes, we,” Poe said, smirking at how adorable Adali looked when she was utterly flushed in the cheeks. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

“Oh, you sound very sure of this!” Adali huffed. His casual tone was hard to figure out. Either he really did believe this and was casual because he knew he’d make it happen, or because he was joking and that option did not please her one bit.

“I am. You know we’re meant to be,” he declared.

“Poe, we’re not even dating! How could you possibly know th-”

“What, you’ve never thought about us?” Poe retorted, reaching over to stop her from working more. If she was going to keep using that sharp tool with how distracted she was, she was going to end up nicking her flesh and dealing with blood right now wasn’t what he wanted. Plus, by doing this he could hold her hand, something that never happened quite enough for his taste.

“What us?” Adali asked. “Poe, you’re my friend, and sure, we may flirt some but-

“Then why is your hand sweating so much?” Poe interrupted.

This is nothing to aid in rectifying her flustered self. Pulling her hands away, Adali rubbed them against her pants in an attempt to dry them. “It’s hot and humid and we’re in a jungle, I was working so of course my hands would be sweaty! Give me one good reason. Why should we date?”

“Because we’re attracted to each other,” Poe said.

Now that was hard to deny, at least on Adali’s part. While the orange and white jumpsuits the pilots wore were highly attractive, that didn’t mean Poe was. She’d seen him on many occasions in nothing more than his underthings thanks to those forsaken dreams they shared, and the man, despite not working out, was incredibly toned and tan. It had to be all those hours of picking up and working with BB-8, she assumed. But it should’ve been illegal just how delicious that man looked.

“That’s not how you build a lasting, healthy relationship, Poe,” Adali sighed.

“How about this? You’re my best friend,” Poe said. “And just seeing you makes my heart flutter, and thinking about you makes me smile. The thought of losing you scares me more than I’ll ever admit to anybody else. And I’m not just talking about losing you in this war…”

Now those words hadn’t been expected. Those words ruined her insides, and caused her breath to catch in her throat painfully. With much caution, Adali looked up into his warm eyes as the sky really started to turn dark. The sun was gone and the beautiful colors of the temporary painting in the sky was now just a memory, but somehow that just made his words ring more true. It wasn’t just some temporary, flowery thing to say to someone to flirt with. This wasn’t just some casual, playful thing.

His words were close to the definition she had in her own heart for love. Subconsciously Adali’s flesh hand moved to her prosthetic and fiddled with the wedding ring that had belonged to her mother. She’d have to replace it with something else, something that was hanging around Poe’s neck if this were true. But while she could simply move that ring to another finger, the fact that there would still be something so meaningful there in it’s place, like how her mother and father never took their rings off until their deaths, meant so much to Adali. More than she could’ve ever put into words.

“Tell me again,” Adali whispered.

“I’m going to marry you someday,” he repeated, his eyes never leaving her’s, his face serious without a trace of a smile which just pushed his point further. “I am going to marry you.”

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 “What the heck was that?” 

“A spin? I just turned us around!” 

“What kind of maneuver did you think you were trying to pull? You almost crashed us into that building!” 

“But I didn’t!” Adali pointed out. “It’s just a little trick I picked up from my grandfather!” 

“Your grandfather should have his license revoked.” 

 “I’ll be sure to tell him.”

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I’ve been meaning to send this in for a few days but my mind ran away from me—I’d love to see something with Poe and Adali with: “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

My mind immediately jumped to your Aladdin!AU, for this one, but I’ll love any setting! ☺️

I managed to make this one shorter than your last ask, but I’m sure I could’ve kept going on and on with it. It’s just so soft and fluffy. I really adore this AU. I hope you enjoy! 

“Its nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today.” 

Whoever has said “Life was a journey, not a destination” surely had the right idea, but the fact that the journey could’ve been hard and emotional clearly meant they didn’t want to dissuade anybody from taking the hard paths in life. There should’ve been a large disclaimer attached to life warning of side effects such as, but not limited to, anxiety, depression, heartbreak, diarrhea, nausea, and shortness of breath with the added benefits of joy, happiness, laughter, and love. 

But, despite all of the issues that had occurred in the most recent months, the path Ami had gone down was one she’d trek over and over again if it led her to this spot. Not only was the city nation of Ahch-to prospering with new trade treaties, lower rates of unemployment, and lower numbers of people hungry and homeless, but it was all under Ami’s new rule of Sultan after her father passed the duties down to her. 

While her people were happier, Ami also found she was in the same boat as them. She was finally making the difference she always wished to. Her father was happily retired, remaining there on the premises to advise his daughter with far less stress and could focus on his own health. Ben was back to normal and pursuing a relationship with the scavenger from outside town that Poe had met after Ben nearly killed him (but that was not the point here). 

And Poe…

Poe and Ami had gotten married not too long after the ordeal with Vizier Ben, and the magic genie, Yoda. Yoda had decided to take his leave to retire peacefully somewhere, but Poe remained despite nearly succeeding in leaving back to Yavin without Ami’s knowledge before she could attempt to reach out to him. But now, reconnected, the two were married and running Ahch-To together with the kindest, most prosperous rule the city nation had seen in a decade. 

It was where Ami found herself, dressed only in her thin dressing gown at the heatwave made it nearly impossible to keep cool in the late morning. She smiled softly and onto the bed next to the tousled Yavinian fast asleep due to their late night activities. 

“Breakfast will go to waste if you don’t get us, dear,” the woman murmured softly as she leaned down to whisper the words into his ear. Her hand rested on his chest, while the other supported herself beside him, sinking into the plush surface. Her soft lips brushed against the soft, slightly stubbled skin at the junction where his jaw transitioned to the skin under his ear. “We can’t stay in bed all day.” 

Poe released a groan as he slowly exhaled, but he remained still for several long moments before he opened his eyes. It was clear he wasn’t asleep, but just refused to get up from the comfort of their bed. His warm eyes bore into hers before slowly making their way down to the sheer material she wore only in his presence. His lips formed a smirk, his thoughts clearly displayed in his expression. 

“You no longer live on the streets, dear. Please remove your mind from the gutter,” Ami chuckled, but decided to recline onto the bed using Poe’s chest as her own personal pillow. 

“It’s hard to stop myself when you look as ravishing as you do,” Poe defended. “But, I suppose I could be persuaded to get up. Doesn’t exactly look as though you’re ready to leave our confines either though.” 

“You looked too comfortable to refuse,” Ami hummed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Since when have you ever been able to resist me?” Poe retorted. 

“Me resist you? I think you have it all wrong, dearest. It was you that could not refuse me,” Ami corrected. 

Poe just hummed in reply. It ended the playful banter between the newlyweds as they severed their moment of peace together while they could before they were pulled away to run the kingdom. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today,” Poe murmured. He lazily turned his head to face his wife and smiled tenderly. “There’s no better way to wake up than to have you here with me.” 

Ami smiled and leaned up to place a sweet kiss upon his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way either,” she assured him. “I love you, Poe.” 

“And I love you too, Princess.” 

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Carrying On - Regency!AU Part 4 - More Than Rumors

FromA Poe Dameron/OC story. 

Description: Poe first lays eyes on Princess Ami, and accepts a personal challenge. 

It was just as he’d expected; dull conversation, painted faces, with the delight of scrumptious food, and the accompaniment of beautiful women. While Prince Ben Solo showed Poe around the room, introducing him to people Poe really didn’t care to know, but knew they were considered “important.” Poe cared not. What he found himself interested in was the fact that the eligible men were strictly directing their fancy to the Porcelain Princess, as this was her coming out party into society, after all, but this meant that the rest of the socially eligible women were left unattended and in need of entertainment. 

There couldn’t have been a better setup for Poe Dameron to utilize his particular skill set with the women. It may not have been dignified to be what the women picked second, but he honestly did not care. The joy in the chase and the delight of conquest was enough for him to make him feel alive after having seen so much destruction and decay in his professional career. While showing the effect of his work had on him was not acceptable, putting his efforts and attention into the opposite sex helped distract him fom the darkness linigering behind his eyes. At least, for a time, that was. 

Before Poe was free to mingle on his own, he was required to entertain the Prince with his customary introductions. So he put on a smile, shook with a strong hand, and entertained the men with stories of danger and heroics. There was no shortage of tail for him to tell, embellished or not, but while Poe may have been confident in his abilities as a naval man, he still wasn’t one to typically brag. Not when it involved the death of others. 

It was in the middle of one such tail, not his own however, that Poe glanced up to lay eyes on the lady of the evening, retired temporarily to the corner with Prince Solo’s expectant wife. Instead of gazing at the face of a woman engaged in conversation, he found the woman sitting straight, as if taught to do so with a brace on her back, her thin neck exposed with her silky blonde hair pulled back in brilliant curls. 

While it was no wonder she’d earned the title of Porcelain Princess with her gentle smile, her beautiful face, and decadent dress, it was evident by the hollowness behind those bright blue eyes that there was a deep unhappiness. He’d seen the look behind the eyes of many a man that longed for stimulus of the mind, but never upon a woman with a face that argued the contrary. It was not just his past experience with the look on other’s, it was also the way her eyes moved across his face, across his attire, studying him just as he did so that he knew she was an intellectual, observant woman. 

An intellectual was not what he’d expected when he heard the rumors of the gorgeous woman. And she was certainly that. He’d thought the words exaggerated, but the smooth, even toned pale skin only complimented her light hair and her bright eyes. It was a pleasant surprise to be wrong, for once, though quite more intriguing to know there was a mind behind those looks desperate for stimulating. 

A stimulation that none here could provide due to the strictness of societal etiquette. It was then that, without breaking the strict gaze of his brown eyes, Poe’s insides warmed with a brilliant idea that resulted in the wide smile that was now gracing his face. 

For Poe, never a man to back down from a challenge, had no care about etiquette. If the Porcelain Princess wanted a challenge, an intellectually stimulating conversation among the dullest of royals, Captain Poe Dameron would give her just that. 

You may find Part 3: From Across the Room, here. 

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Carrying On - Regency!AU Part 3: From Across the Room

A Poe Dameron/OC Story. 

Description: In which Ami first lays eyes on Captain Poe Dameron at her ball. 

Rules seemed to be what dictated every action Ami could ever possibly perform while in the graces of those of the nobility outside of her immediate family. The need to always be polite to all while not acting too familiar or friendly or, heaven forbid, overly friendly or flirtatious with anybody was stifling and exhausting. She understood there was a need for courteous dignity at all times when one was a royal and would one day sit on the throne, but the fact that she needed to know the widest array of topics without expressing her own opinions on anything seemed rather unfair. 

It was a tricky line to treat when one enjoyed learning as much as Ami did. It was only natural for her to form her own opinions on such things, especially when she would, in fact, be taking the throne one day and in need of enacting her own laws and movements. Why was it that she could not express her thoughts now, when she’d be allowed to do so one day in the future? 

Not that Ami was allowed to express these thoughts outside of the company of her immediate family when any guests were present. Ami, though displeased and bored with the rules of societal mingling for women and men, would not dare bring dishonor to herself, her family, or the crown. If she could possibly change the way things worked when she had that despicably heavy piece of jeweled metal atop her head, then she would gladly do it, but for now she would be the picture of perfection in the eyes of everyone around her. 

After all, though she detested the title, it was a rather accurate depiction of her when in such situations as this. The “Porcelain Princess” was well aware of the name given to her, and though she hated that she had to remain in such a way, she was to remain the perfectly pretty, civilized little doll.

So Ami smiled and made polite conversation with anybody she came in contact with, making sure not to accidentally or purposefully cut anybody while making her rounds by the accompaniment of her father, Luke, or with her grandfather, Anakin, or even her cousin, Ben. While the attention was often on her and her family because of who they were, tonight was even worse in regards to eyes on her for the social event was specifically for Ami’s entry into society as an eligible young woman. 

This meant that every eligible man with a title considered “worthy” of her own approached her and though typically there were only a certain number of dances she was socially allowed to partake in, she was expected to give each man at least one dance in order to become better acquainted with someone that could possibly become a candidate for her husband. The conversations were boring and formal, with nothing intellectually stimulating for her whatsoever. The dances were repetitive, and the corset doned of her traditional Nabooian styled dress (which she was expected to wear instead of the more modern straight line dresses with the capped sleeves that Adali detested) was pulled too tight and making it hard to catch her breath. 

While it was perfectly acceptable for any woman there in attendance to faint, Ami took pride in the fact that she’d never done so. While it may have hindered her reputation if she was in the presence of an individual that used uncivilized language or said something crude and didn’t “faint” she didn’t particularly care. She’d heard far worse, and she knew she’d have to deal with far darker topics as Queen of a country someday. She found that it would've been far more unacceptable if a queen fainted because of a single swear word. 

Finally, Ami was allotted a few moments of respite with Rey to catch her breathe and rest her feet after seven straight dances. It wasn’t expected of Rey to socialize to the extent of Ami due to her marriage to the Prince, and in her condition. Ami almost longed for the day where she could bask in the perks of such a state. It was resting there that Rey pulled Ami’s attention to Ben reentering the ballroom with a new guest, one that Ami had not been introduced to yet. 

The tanned skin man was the epitome of “tall, dark, and handsome,” Ami thought. It was just as her novels described. Even from across the room Ami could see his dark, warm brown eyes, the quirk of his smirk occasionally growing into a full fledged white toothed smile that reached his eyes. His dark hair was slicked and pulled back tightly, though by the looks of it, if it wasn’t done so neatly it would’ve been a bit curly. His broad shoulders and tight fit of his navy blue flock coat with silver edges and matching buttons, and his tight trousers showing the tone and muscle of his legs show that he was, beyond a doubt, physically fit. 

“Perhaps you should avert your eyes from Captain Dameron, sister,” Rey insisted. 

“This is Captain Dameron?” Ami inquired, turning her head towards Rey, but her eyes lingering several longer moments to the man across the room. 

“I did mention he was aesthetically pleasing,” Rey said, refraining from chuckling as it would’ve been impolite and inappropriate of her to do. “But I reiterate, perhaps you should avert your gaze. It may appear too informal of you to stare much longer.” 

Ami blinked and shifted back into her typical façade. Rey was right. There was a time and place for lingering gazes, and though Ami was not necessarily practiced in such a technique, she was trained to do so, she knew this was not the correct situation to utilize such a tool. “You are correct,” Ami said, her polite smile not quite reaching her eyes like it did when in private. “How rude of me.” 

Rey’s smile turned into more of a smirk, and that mischievous glint in her eye sparked concern in the pit of Ami’s stomach. “Would you care for an introduction?” 

“An introduction with Captain Dameron?” Ami asked. “To be polite, perhaps if my brother should insist. He did trek all the way here for the occasion. Otherwise it may not be so wise with the words you’ve exchanged with me.” 

“We, of all people, know the effect of false words,” Rey reminded her. 

The rumors of Ami were hard enough, but she was far from scandal. Rey and Ben, on the other hand, had been quite the topic a few years back when news of the engagement between the brings and the lady’s maid reached the ears of the other nobles. It had been so difficult for them, but the struggle had been well worth it, for the two had never been happier, and were blessed with the sweetest os son’s, with another child on the way. Just seeing the turmoil it had wreaked on some of the people she cared most about had not been easy, though. 

“I do suppose this to be true,” Ami admitted, her gaze shifting back to the man across the room. 

It was then that the dark eyed man glanced over towards the royals, his eyes examining them down the line one by one until they reached Ami, sitting with her ankles crossed tucked under the seat, her back straight, dull yet polite smile on her lips. The smile faltered just slightly as his eyes narrowed a fraction to study the young woman. While her head tilted slightly as she too, curiously looked back to see his reaction. 

Poe Dameron raised his chin slightly, but nothing within his expression seemed to change as he took in a deep breath. It was evident that he was studying her with some objective she was not privy to, but she assumed as such would have been considered improper. While he was certainly handsome with his serious knitted brows, it held nothing against just how attractive he appeared when his lips turned upward, with a glint of mischievousness glazing over his warm eyes.

“It does seem you’ve caught the Captain’s attention,” Rey pointed out. “Perhaps the evening shall be more interesting than we initially suspected, wouldn’t you say, sister?” 

Ami gasped and turned to Rey, breaking her gaze from the stranger. “I do suppose it is something different, yes,” she muttered. “Whether it be good, or otherwise, is yet to be seen.” 

And that is it for Part 3. I do hope you enjoyed!  You can find Part 2: Rumors of the Rake here. 

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If y’all want some real good Poe/OC fluff, take a look at this!! Adali is a character from @rjnorth-writes’ SW fic, and this prompt gives such a great glimpse at what’s to come in the story!!

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

@seasidewriter1 - So this prompt was asked with 10 - “I’m going to marry you one day” and ended up involving 1, 2, 35, 46, 47, 63, and 64. I may have taken a page out of your book and gone a little overboard (it ended up being over 2k), but I doubt you’ll care. lol. I hope you enjoy! 

Adali supposed it wasn’t exactly how she ever thought it would happen, but then again, when did life ever really go her way? Not that this was necessarily a bad thing in this case, but it was surely unexpected and that was hard to do with the Master Jedi. Though, again she supposed, Poe Dameron did always seem to find a way to surprise her and keep things interesting. There was never a dull moment with Poe around. 

It had been years since Poe had extracted Adali off of Coruscant on General Organa’s orders and after a slightly rocky relationship in the beginning, as Poe definitely did not trust Adali as a newcomer, and Adali didn’t trust anyone for that matter. But the two slowly grew on one another like a fungus. And, to both their surprise, it seemed that Adali and Poe had become the best of friends in that time.

They were growing into something much more than just best friends too, though Adali was hesitant and petrified to admit so. She did recall, however, that her mother had said this: “The strongest marriages are formed when you marry your best friend.” Now, there certainly wasn’t any talk of marriage at this point. The two hadn’t even admitted their affections for one another. They had started flirtations and that was where the two humans stood.

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