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{in my head pt.2} Poe Dameron x smuggler!reader (soulmate au)

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a/n: hi everyone! I can’t thank you enough for all the love on the first part of the series!! I was actually super nervous to post it and had my friends beta read it an unhealthy amount of times, so the feedback I’ve gotten has been wonderful :) p.s. the series tag list is open, send an ask or message if you want to be tagged for the rest!

warnings: alcohol consumption, soulmate trope, poe not clearing his throat, cliffhanger, I haven’t proofread this yet

timeline: I never established this so here we go! this is set between force awakens and last Jedi! so we’re still on D’Qar ladies, gents, and nb friends. however Miss Rey has not yet traveled to see Uncle Luke

word count: 4k oops

songs used: mr. loverman - Ricky Montgomery & the chain - Fleetwood Mac (kinda? I just listened there's no singing in this part lol)

summary: you and Poe spend some time bonding, you go on your first mission

You loved being apart of the Resistance. Waking up on D’Qar every morning was a blessing in your eyes. You had a purpose here. You’d never stayed on one planet for so long. Being on the run was your norm for the majority of your life. It was too dangerous for you to stay on one planet for too long (or stay in one region for that matter). The humid Jungle was the closest thing you’d had to a permanent home since you were a child.

That is, D’Qar was the closet thing to a physical home you’d had in years. There was one person that had no trouble making you feel at home. You could be stuck in carbonite on a bounty hunters ship and hearing your soulmate’s voice wold make you feel safe. His sweet song felt like coming home to the warm embrace of a lover.

But you hadn’t heard it in weeks. And it was starting to worry you. There had always been that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that he’d found someone else. But now that voice was trying to convince you of something much worse. You don’t know what you’d do if you’d spent all this time waiting for your person only to find out that something awful had happened to him.

You’d rather find out he already belonged to someone else.

You did your best to push the dark thoughts away, locking them in a box in the back of your mind. You couldn’t let yourself linger on the idea of him being dead or it would drive you insane.

There were three people that did a magnificent job of keeping your mind off of all the negative thoughts. On days when it felt like the weight of the war was resting solely on your shoulders, your friends were the ones who could help you bear it. They were always there for a joke or a long talk, if that's what you needed. Of course you were there for them as well. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to have people in your life that could rely on you.

Days like today were your favorite. The weather was finally starting to cool down on the swampy planet, making the outside air somewhat tolerable. Everyone you loved was on base, safe and accounted for after a successful mission. Every time one of them left the base you felt as though you were holding your breath until they came back. But now, in Poe's small quarters with Rey and Finn, you felt the air return to your grateful lungs. Poe had devised a plan to hit up Maz’s on the way back from the mission and snagged a few bottles of jet juice, which you and the rest of the gang were all happily draining in his quarters. The alcohol was just beginning to burn in your stomach and your head was the slightest bit fuzzy. You took your time soaking in the scene of your found family spread out on the cold permacrete of Poe’s room.

Finn’s boisterous laugh rang out as his best friend finished telling every one about his adventure and a half to get the jet juice. Finn was especially fond of the tangy, red alcohol and was on drink number four down the hatch.

“Only you, Dameron,” Rey laughed to herself, gently taking the half full bottle out of Finn’s hands. His face of protest caused another round of laughter to erupt around the small room. He looked like a child that was denied a sweet by their parent.

Finn fell back against the permacrete, his head making an awful hollow sound as it hit the ground. He didn't seem to feel it and decided the floor was his new best friend for the night. Rey got up from her position against the wall and began to pick up the empty bottles scattered around the room.

“Looks like the jet juice served it’s purpose,” you commented, nudging Poe in the side with your elbow. Finn was now curling into the fetal position, trying to use a rug as a blanket.

You had your legs resting over Poe’s strong thighs. He patted the side of your leg where his hand had been resting, carefully moving your legs off of him. “I better help him back to his room. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t end up running naked through the tarmac trying to fly an X-Wing,” Poe said.

“I’d should head back to my quarters too,” you stood up to put your boots on, but Poe stopped you.

“Actually, do you think you could wait here till I get back? I have something I want to give you,” Poe winked at you, helping Rey tug their friend to his feet.

You couldn't help the way your heart sped up at his words. And you definitely didn't miss the eyebrow raise Rey shot you from the door.

“Yeah, I’ll just hang with BB-8 till you get back.”

A low voice bellowed out from the door, “OOOOH HE GOT YOU A PRESENT! How romantic,” Finn was apparently trying to wake up the entire base with the way his voice was booming off the walls. You were sure he hadn't meant for that to come out so loud. Or to come out at all.

Everyone went silent. You and Poe pointedly looked away from each other. His cheeks flamed red. You pretended to be preoccupied with the frayed laces on your Resistance issued boots.

Rey looked between the two of you and then broke the awkward silence with: “Aaanyway, let’s get you to bed Peanut!” She sounded too cheerful, trying to reduce the awkward energy that hung in the room. Being force sensitive you could only imagine how she was perceiving the situation. She and Poe hauled their inebriated friend out into the hall, desperately trying to shush him as he was now singing. You hoped his poor soulmate wasn't trying to sleep.

Finn clapped Poe on the back hard when they finally got into the drunk man’s room. Rey had helped Poe get Finn to his quarters but had dipped when Finn requested to be helped into his pajamas. They were close, but not ‘undressing one another’ close. Poe was itching to get back to his room and see you again, but he helped his buddy none the less.

Finn was finally laying in bed when Poe turned to leave.

“Are you okay?”

Poe hesitated, then turned on his heel. “Yeah?” he furrowed his brow at the unexpected question, “Why?”

“You haven’t been singing.” Finn was suddenly serious.

Poe’s face softened when he realized what Finn was so concerned about.

And he was right, Poe hadn’t been singing. It wasn't hard to miss, everyone on base noticed. The man who used to use every spare moment to sing to his soulmate had gone quiet. People actually missed hearing his voice all the time. Echoing through the halls of the base or out on the tarmac mixing with the whine of X-Wings taking off and landing. Finn wasn’t the only person worried about Black Leader. Leia had even mentioned something to her surrogate son a few days back. She enjoyed his singing more than anyone. She said it was a sparkle of hope during a dark time.

But the truth was, Poe didn't feel like singing. Guilt was the main thing keeping him from inflicting his voice on people whenever he could. How could he sing to his soulmate when he was fighting off feelings for someone else? He was doing everything in his power to stop you from being at the forefront of his mind all the time, but it was hard when your smile was his favorite thing to occupy his mind with.

“I miss my lover, man.”

He did. He missed his soulmate, whoever they were. He missed randomly hearing their soft voice humming through his mind. He missed the way he felt when he would sing to them. It was the closest thing he had to actually being with them, talking to them. He missed that he used to long for them. Lately that unconditional, blind love was being clouded by someone else. You.

“Tell me more stories about your Dad.” You were sitting cross-legged on the floor across from where BB-8 was nestled in his charging station. He had been beeping and booping at you for the last half and hour as you waited for his father to return.

The droid animatedly jumped into another anecdote about a recent mission he had gone on with his favorite person. He rattled around in his charging station, whirling his head around and beeping rapidly at you.

“He did what?!” you asked the little orange droid as the blast doors flew open, revealing the man in question. You turned to face Poe, mouth still agape at the droids admission to you.

“Who did what?” Poe asked confused, walking into the room. The droid then decided he was done charging and rolled over to Poe for scritches. Poe kneeled down and gave his favorite little guy some love, looking at you for an answer. He laughed at the way you had your arms crossed and were giving him the same look Leia gave him when she found out he’d gotten into a dog fight.

BB-8 beeped adamantly at him.

“Maker, Beebs, you told her about that?” He glanced nervously at you, only to find you were now trying to suppress a laugh. He was soothed by that damned smile that was burned into his mind.

“Unfortunately for you, I can understand BB’s binary perfectly. Now I know why you have to work on your ship so often,” you teased. “You’re not exactly tender with her.” You were trying to keep up your facade of being angry with him for being reckless. You were failing, your smirk giving you away.

Why did the fact that you understood BB-8 give him heart palpitations? His droid was absolutely going to get him into trouble with you one day. Apparently he can’t be expected to keep secrets.

Poe ignored your jab and walked over to sit behind you.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded softly.

“No, I don’t trust you. What kind of weird creature are you about to put on me?” you asked, twisting your torso to see him.

He cocked his head at you, “Would you just have a little faith in me? I have something special for you.” He laughed. You narrowed your eyes at him but closed you eyes and turned around anyway, your smile growing bigger every second.

“Besides, if I was going to put a creature on you, I’d do it on front of more people,” he taunted.

You laughed humorlessly at him, “Always the attention whore.” You heard him playfully shush you.

Poe took a deep breath, silently grateful that you couldn't see the way his hands were trembling. He reached up and removed the silver chain from around his neck for the first time in years. He then carefully slipped it over your head and watched from over your shoulder as his mothers ring came to rest at your sternum.

Deep breath. “Open.”

You immediately turned toward him, a look of shock on your face.

“Poe what is this?” you asked, alarmed by the ring resting delicately on your collar bone.

Poe's warm eyes held so much softness in them, you thought you would bust into tears right then. You turned to face him fully, confused as to why he just put this piece of jewelry around your neck.

“A good luck charm,” he whispered, admiring the way it looked on you.

“Is this the chain you wear every day?”

He nodded, still giving you that look that made you feel like the only person in the universe.

“Then what's this ring?” The bottom of the silver chain was always dipped below his collar, if the ring had always been there, you’d never seen it.

“It was my mother’s wedding ring. I wear it every day, take it on every mission, even sleep with it on. One day I’ll give it to my soulmate when I ask them to marry me, but for now it serves as a good luck charm for me,” He explained with a sad edge to his voice.

You had become close with Poe Dameron in the last few months. While a large portion of that time was spent with Finn and Rey, you also had spent a few late nights just the two of you. He had a knack for making you laugh and you would often stay in his quarters long after the others had retired. Deeper conversations were far and few between, the two of you preferring to spend your time together in a fit of hysterics. It was strange to see this man so serious. There was no twinkle of mischief in his eyes tonight.

You suddenly felt suffocated by him. His face was a mere few inches away from yours and you could feel his cool breath fanning across your face. His large hands rested on your knees, giving you a light squeeze and snapping you out of your haze.

“Poe are you sure you want to give this to me? I can't imagine how important it must be to you.” You reached up and stroked the smooth metal.

“It’s the most important thing in the word to me. But I want you to have it for your first mission. Since I’m not going with you to help you when you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot, I want you to have a piece of me there with you. And what better to give you than my good luck charm?”

You felt your tears spill over, streaking hot and wet down your face at the sincerity in his voice. You couldn't believe he wanted you to have this piece of him with you. He was becoming one of the most important people in your life, and him sharing something so special with you meant the world.

You were going down a slippery slope. If you weren't careful, you could fall in love with this man so easily.

“Poe, thank you. I don't know what to say,” you reached forward, pulling him into a tight hug. You nuzzled into his neck, letting the scent of leather and engine oil envelop you. He reached one arm securely around your waist and brought the other up to gently cup the back of your head. He took a deep breath in without meaning to, overwhelming his senses with you. He didn't want to pull away and had to hide his disappointment when you did. You kept your hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly.

“I promise I’ll bring it back safely so you can give it to your soulmate one day.”

The next few days were a whirl wind of meetings, briefings, more meetings, caf breaks, and did you mention meetings? You spent more time in the command room with your team than you did anywhere else. You forgot life existed outside the confines of the dirt walls.

But you were ecstatic that Leia trusted you with such an important mission so soon after joining the Resistance. Plus you couldn’t be more grateful for the people that were joining you for this mission.

Finn was excellent for morale and a very smart man when he needed to be, unless of course he had jet juice in his system. Miss. Force-User Rey was always a good person to have on a mission. You brought a sense of craftiness to the crew, thanks to your smuggler skills. And Chewbacca was the only one (besides Poe) that Leia trusted to pilot the Falcon. Plus, he had a soft spot for smugglers, making you a new favorite of his.

The one person you wished you could add to this team was Poe. His pilot skills would have been a great help to Chewie, he was talented with a blaster, and he was easy on the eyes. But he had a more important solo mission with BB-8 that Leia needed him on. He didn't make himself completely scarce though. He often came in and out of the Command Center, having his own mission to plan with Admiral Akbar. He made a point of bringing you caf every time too, he knew exactly how you liked it.

You were terrified for your first mission as it was, but not having Poe there made everything ten times more dangerous in your eyes.

The ring he had let you borrow was becoming a source of comfort. Whenever you got anxious about the mission you found yourself fiddling with it. The smooth metal was slightly worn in one spot on the band and you ran your fingers over it repeatedly to calm yourself. Something you caught yourself doing unconsciously on a number of occasions.

The plan was simple. The Resistance had gotten word of an ex First Order official on the planet Ryloth, less than a parsec away from Tatooine. You and the rest of the crew were to go there and see what information the old Commander could offer you. Simple. But that didn’t stop you from needing to cover all your bases. Every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong had an escape plan to coincide. You were as prepared as you could be.

Your favorite part of the plan was your mode of transportation. As an ex-smuggler, you’d admired the Millennium Falcon and it's pilot for years. You’d heard every story surrounding Han Solo and his old piece of junk. Seeing it in person, let alone flying on it was something you’d never thought would be possible. But here you were, boarding the infamous ship.

Finn and Rey brushed passed you, Rey laughing at the look of awe on your face as you were frozen in the doorway, the ramp hitting you on the ass as it closed.

You took your time walking around the hull of the Falcon. Taking a moment just to think about the adventures she’d been on, the places she’d seen. You laughed fondly to yourself as you remembered your favorite story. You reached out and placed a hand tentatively on the wall of the old ship. “So this is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?” you called out to your friends.

“Twelve,” Finn and Rey chorused from the cockpit, mixed with the indignant cry of your favorite Wookie.

“Okay, twelve! Sorry, sorry,” you laughed and joined your friends in the cockpit.

Poe was exhilarated every time he was in the air. There was nothing in the world that gave him the same feeling. This man was more comfortable in a cockpit than he was on his own two feet. If it were up to him, he’d never come down.

But there was someone pulling him back to solid ground, like a magnet. Someone he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how badly he wanted to exile them from his mind. He couldn't ignore your gravitational pull. He hadn't seen you in several days, you having returned from your mission two days prior. His mission was a success and he couldn't wait to tell you all about it. Leaving out the dangerous details that BB-8 was sure to fill you in on later.

He was nervous to hear about how your mission went. It was a simple enough task, but he couldn't help but worry about you. He hoped his good luck charm was as comforting to you as it had been to him these last few years. He felt naked without it, this having been the first mission he hadn't taken it on. He found himself reaching up to stroke his finger across the band of the ring he had worn in from playing with it when he got nervous, but then remembering he'd given it to you. The idea that you were wearing a piece of him around the base made his heart leap in his chest.

He was practically giddy when he leaped down from his X-Wing, already rushing to find you.

Cool it Dameron, you have a soulmate waiting for you.

Plus, he had to see the General before anything. Was he so clouded by his need to see you that he forgot he was fighting a war?

A twinge of guilt hit him hard in the stomach, forcing him to take a deep breath and remind himself of the person looking for him somewhere in the universe. He let his feet take him down the familiar dirt path to the Command Center. The soft, damp earth caused his flight boots to sink slightly with each step.

He flooded his mind with images of what his future could be like with the person the galaxy had chosen for him. A small home on Yavin IV. Children he could teach how to fly the same way his mother taught him. A safe, quiet life with no threat of the First Order. No threats at all. He stored these images in the back of his mind for when he needed a glimmer of hope during the war. But lately he was using these daydreams as distractions from you.

He stepped into he large room where Leia was addressing General Akbar and a few other pilots that had also just returned from a mission.

When she caught sight of Poe her forehead created in confusion and she abruptly dismissed the debrief she was in the middle of with a wave of her hand. As they shuffled out of the room, several of them shot Poe sympathetic looks.

What the hell was going on?

“Commander Dameron, what are you doing here?” The General asked, walking over to him.

He hesitated, unsure as to why she was asking a question with an obvious answer, “I just landed from my mission, General. I’m here to debrief.”

Leia dropped the General persona and gently caressed the pilots face, running her thumb over the stubble she resented.

She had always been like a second mother to Poe, and he like a second son to her. Their relationship was something special and unique. Something she thanked the Force every day for. However, her unexpected shift from serious Resistance leader to caring mother made Poe nervous.

“I thought Finn or Rey would have been waiting on the tarmac to tell you.”

Now he was starting to panic. What was he missing? What happened?

“Come with me,” Leia softly implored, grabbing his calloused hand and yanking him out of the room. She tried to flood him with calm though the force connection she made with him, but his anxiety was too overbearing.

She continued explaining as she pulled him through the base, “The mission went south. There was no ex Order Commander on Ryloth. It was a set up. When they landed, there was a fleet of ‘Troopers waiting for them, ready to capture them and bring them back to the Finalizer for my son to interrogate.” She tried to keep her voice even for Poe's sake.

Poe was really panicking now, starting to pick up his speed. He squeezed Leia’s hand, begging her to continue.

“They got out relatively unscathed. Chewie stayed on the Falcon so they were able to get away quickly. But Poe,” she stopped in her tracks, jerking Poe back to a halt. She looked him in the eyes, worried for what his reaction to her news would be.

“Poe, the new recruit was badly hurt. They were shot in the side with a blaster and lost a lot of blood. They’ve been in the medbey unconscious for two days, but they’ll be okay,” she finished.

Poe wordlessly turned and broke out into a run towards the medbay. Leia watched him go, knowing he needed to see you more than anything in that moment. She had felt a connection between you and Poe. She knew he wanted to wait for his soulmate, but she also knew that finding them was not likely. Part of her wished he would give in and let himself fall in love with you. Soulmate or not, she wanted him to be happy.

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twomoonstwosuns · 4 years

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thanksgiving break

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: smut (18+), swearing, age gap (reader over 18), everything consensual

word count: 4.3k oops

a/n: get ready, i’m turning this into a full series (my first ever series and i’m STOKED). it’s gonna be full of smutty, fluffy, angsty goodness. i’m making a tag list, hit me up if you want to be added. i’ll link the masterlist when i have it made. also sorry not sorry i got really carried away and basically just wrote a porno.

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You hadn’t seen Poe since that night.

You weren’t purposely avoiding him. In fact, you had caught yourself looking for him within a crowd of people, in line getting coffee, or walking outside between classes. Since his class was over, you had no reason to go to the building he taught in. And it would definitely be weird if you started showing up to his office hours without a reason.

Midterms were rough on you and everything after that just seemed to be getting harder. Studying for multiple tests and writing long papers took over your life for the month of November. Graduation was one semester away and you couldn’t take your foot off the gas, so you pushed yourself hard. Your diet consisted of energy drinks and whatever you could nuke in the microwave or get delivered late at night. Luckily, you weren’t alone in your stress. Your apartment-mates Karé and Jessika were in the same boat as you.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop thinking about your hookup with Poe, the way he kissed you, the way he sucked on your skin, and especially the way he fucked you just on the cusp of rough. It was good, so good, and you wanted it to happen again, which is probably why you were seemed to be looking for him everywhere you went. What would you even say if you did see him? Hey Professor, wanna fuck again? just didn’t seem like the right way to ask.

Thanksgiving break was a very welcome interruption.

You turned in the first draft of your thesis paper, the invisible weight on your shoulders lifting as you walked out of Professor Holdo’s office, wishing her a good break. Your phone buzzed inside your pocket and you saw your older sister Tallie’s name flash across the screen.

“Mom wants to know what time you’ll be home.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the time.

“Probably in like an hour, hour and a half? I’m heading back to my apartment now and have a couple last minute things to pack. Why?”

“She’s running to the store and wants to know what you’re making to bring to dinner tomorrow. If you answered your phone, you’d know that.”

You scoffed at her attitude.

“First of all, I don’t know what I’m making yet so tell mom I’ll just stop at the store myself. Second, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve been in college, but let me remind you that I still have classes the day before Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, I got that. Sorry.”

Tallie’s answer was short, clipped. At this point you were seriously debating staying at your apartment during break and eating a box of mac and cheese if this was the attitude you were going home to. All you wanted was a relaxing break. You needed it. You deserved it.

“What the hell’s your problem?”

“Nothing. I just—it’s our first holiday since dad left and I’m more angry than I thought I would be.”

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, making students around you have to sidestep you. You shot them an apologetic look as they passed. You understood why your sister was giving you attitude and gave her the benefit of the doubt. You knew it was Wednesday but had forgotten the significance of the day. Today was the day your parents’ divorce would be finalized. You let out a heavy sigh.

“I get it. I’m angry too.” You said.

Another person coming down the perpendicular hallway caught your attention and when you looked, you saw him, the person you’d been looking for. You gave him a smirk as he walked closer and he gave you one back when he made eye contact with you. Everything your sister was saying was passing through your head without being processed as you discreetly checked him out. A black sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms was accompanied by dark blue jeans and a brown leather bag hanging off his shoulder, the shoulders you had fond memories of holding onto as he pounded into you. Poe Dameron was effortlessly dreamy. You held a finger up, silently telling him to hang out for a second. Poe slowed his walking and took out his phone, lingering an appropriate distance away from you.

“Look, the way I see it, we can stay angry or we can not think about it and just have a good break. I haven’t seen you since the summer.”

“I know, I’ve missed you. We’ll have to do something before you go back to school. And you’re right about being angry. I’ll let it go, for you…and for mom. I hate it when you’re right, by the way.”

“I’m always right, I don’t know why you’re not used to it by now.” You heard Poe laugh quietly and you gave him a look. “I gotta go, but I’ll be home soon.”

You hit the end call button and looked back up at Poe.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, um—“ How much do you tell him? It was just sex the one time, it’s not like you were dating. You shook your head, deciding not to burden him with your family drama. “It’s nothing, really. My older sister’s a little bit of a drama queen sometimes.”

“Ah. Only child; never had that.”

“Consider yourself lucky.”

The air around you was tense, wrought with sexual tension that could be cut with a knife. You couldn’t help but bite inside of your cheek as you looked at him. The way Poe was raking his eyes over you was nearly the same as the way he looked at you at the club. He wanted a repeat of that night too. The words were on the tip of your tongue and you could tell Poe wanted to say something too. You wanted to say them so bad, but you didn’t know who might be lingering behind doors or around corners, so you settled for small talk.

“You heading out?”

“Yeah, I’m flying out to my dad’s tonight. We’re doing friendsgiving with a couple of his Air Force buddies and a few of my friends who don’t have much in terms of family.”

“That’s sweet,” you said. “Is Beebs going with you?”

Poe chuckled. His orange and white corgi Beebs had become very popular when he had his laptop hooked up to the monitor in his class and everyone saw the adorable dog as his computer background.

“Unfortunately no, he’s getting dropped off at doggy day care. Flying stresses him out.”

You thought you ‘awwed’ in your head, but the way Poe snickered made you realize you had actually said it out loud. You couldn’t help it though. The way he adored his furry companion was too sweet. Poe looked around him before taking a step closer to you.

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“Give me your phone.”

You gave him a look as you handed your phone over. He held onto it for a minute, typing something in quickly before handing it back to you. His fingers brushed over yours and your whole body felt warm. You looked up at Poe, his eyes on you as he leaned in.

“See you later.” He said lowly in your ear as he passed you. He was playing a dangerous game out in the middle of the hall like this, but you found yourself growing wet instead of caring. You bit your lip to contain your smile before looking back at him, your eyes landing on his ass that just looked too good in those jeans.

“Tell your dog I say ‘hi’.”

Poe threw his head back and laughed loudly. He turned to look back at you and winked. You walked away in the opposite direction, the smile never leaving your face.

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Thanksgiving dinner ended up being a lot more pleasant than you anticipated. Since your dad walked out, you had expected his side of the family to be awkward towards you. You actually expected them to not come at all. But they showed up with unconditional support that made it clear they were on your side and were very vocal about their disapproval after several glasses of wine. It was reassuring in a way.

It was Saturday afternoon when Poe texted you. You were lounging on the couch working on homework with reruns on as background noise. He asked if you wanted to get together, to which you texted back embarrassingly fast that you’d love nothing more. You’d never admit to it to him, but you had been anxiously awaiting a text since the minute you got home.

He texted you an address to a hotel in the city. Confused, you gave your mother some excuse about going to meet a friend to get coffee and work on homework. With your backpack full of random books, you drove into the city towards the hotel. You nearly sped down the streets, the anticipation at having Poe between your legs again making you want to clench your thighs together.

You arrived at the hotel, texting Poe that you were in the lobby. He gave you his room number and you were having a hard time standing still on your way up. The thoughts that swirled around your head were sinful, and you were so caught up in how aroused you were that you almost missed the room. You knocked twice before Poe opened the door and pulled you inside He pressed you against the door.

“Hi,” Poe said, giving you a sexy smile as he took your jacket off.

“Hi.”

You grabbed the front of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He wasted no time sliding his tongue into your mouth and tangling it with yours. He was half hard already and you wondered if he had been thinking of you. You groaned at the feeling, heat pooling in your belly at how good it felt having his denim clad cock rubbing against your clothed core. Poe lifted your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss to do it but immediately reconnecting your lips. He pulled you from the door, his hands warm as one hand splayed across your lower back, the other kneading your breast through your bra. He turned you into the room, walking you in.

You unhooked your bra, flinging it somewhere in the room and bringing your fingers to the hem of his t-shirt. You paused as he helped you lift his shirt over his head, staring at his chest. The sneak peek you got through his shirt on Halloween gave way to a broad, muscular chest, tanned and toned. A silver chain lay against his skin, a ring hanging on the end of it. You traced your finger down his sternum, hooking it around the necklace.

“God, you’re sexy.” You breathed. The look he gave you nearly made you melt. Poe grabbed the back of your neck, trailing his lips from the curve of your jaw back to your ear. He left a trail of wet, hot kisses and you nearly lost your breath when he ran his teeth over your pulse point.

“Easy—fuck—easy on the marks this time.” You said breathlessly. “I still have to see my family tomorrow.”

You felt Poe chuckle against your skin, bringing his lips back up to yours and gently biting your lip.

“Good thing it’s scarf season,” he smirked before darting his tongue out to trace over where he’d bitten.

He unbuttoned your jeans and dipped his hand inside, cupping your heat through your underwear. You were embarrassingly wet, everything he was doing was making your body temperature rise. The back of your legs hit the bed and Poe gently pushed you onto it, removing his hand long enough to scoot you back. He pulled your jeans down your legs, unhooking them from your ankles and tossing them into the piles of clothes on the floor.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Poe said with a salacious grin, running his lips over the small tattoo on your side. He ran his finger along your slit over your underwear, feeling you soaking through. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Poe, please…”

“Please what?” He had a playful glint in his eye as he traced his finger along your underwear down to your inner thighs, avoiding the place where you really wanted him.

“Touch me. Please touch me.”

Poe practically ripped your underwear off and brought his fingers to your clit, pressing light circles on it. Your hips bucked up looking for more friction. Poe placed a kiss on your stomach and then on your breast before coming face to face with you. His eyes were nearly black with lust.

“Like that?”

His voice was rougher than you’d ever heard and it made you even more wet. You whispered out a ‘yes’ as he slipped a thick finger inside of you, pumping it once, twice before adding a second. “Fuck Poe, don’t stop.”

His thumb circled your clit as his fingers pressed inside you. You clenched around him, your orgasm blindsiding you and making your stomach flutter. Poe dragged his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips. Watching his tongue swirl around his fingers collecting your arousal made your pussy ache with need.

Your hands immediately unbuttoned his pants and he pushed them off with his briefs. You hooked your leg around his waist and pushed him onto his back, the underside of his cock against your pussy. You kissed him quick before making your way down to his neck, biting just above his clavicle.

“No bite marks,” his throat vibrated underneath your lips and you felt his breath catch as you palmed him over his briefs. “I’m teaching all day Monday.”

His reasons were as valid as yours, but you knew he was teasing as well. You kissed down his sternum, the metal of his necklace cool on your lips, and looked up at him from under your lashes.

“You could rock a scarf.”

Poe sat up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard as he flipped you back onto your back. You squealed at being manhandled that way and it surprised you how much you like it. Poe pulled away long enough to reach onto the nightstand and grab a condom. He tore the package open and you took it from his hand.

“Let me,” you said softly. You pumped his cock gently, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip and licking the pre-cum off your lips as you rolled the condom down the length. Poe thought he could’ve cum right on the spot. He pushed you back and lined his cock up with your entrance. He looked up at you, checking to make sure you were still good. You nodded and he sunk into you slowly, the both of you moaning as your back began to arch. He pulled out nearly all the way, the head of his cock remaining in side you and pushed in again at a slower pace, the month apart making you need a minute to adjust to his impressive size.

“Poe—god, so—“ A big swing of his hips silenced you, a victorious grin on his face. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist and thrust into you. Your back arched when he hit that particular spot inside of you, the one that made the coil inside you start to tighten.

He sat back on his knees, scooping you up and hauling you into his lap. Your arms went around his neck to steady yourself as he rocked up into you and you caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of his shoulder. The new angle made him drive even deeper into you and when you rolled against his hips, the moan you released was downright pornographic. His large hands grabbed your ass, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he bounced you in his lap.

“You feel so good.” Poe’s mouth latched onto your breast, sucking marks onto the skin while his tongue flicked over your nipple.

“Fuck, Poe—I’m close—“

Poe increased your pace on his cock, slamming into you to bring you your release. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.

“Poe—“

“Look at me,” Poe grasped your hair, keeping your head in place. You opened your eyes. His eyes held a look of determination. “That’s it sweetheart, cum.”

You came apart in his arms, ecstasy taking over you and your moan sinful as your fingers tugged his hair. Poe tipped you back onto the mattress, grunting as he came. His thrusts slowed as you both rode out your highs, your bodies glistening with sweat as he collapsed on top of you. He was heavy on you, but it kept you grounded when you felt like your body was going to levitate. Your legs were twitching with pleasure as Poe rolled off of you. He caught his breath before getting up to discard the condom. When he came back, he slipped his boxers on and picked up his t-shirt, making no effort to put any more clothes back on. He pulled you up by your hand and slipped the t-shirt over your head. Your heart fluttered at the tenderness of the action. He was making sure you were comfortable since the blankets were bunched up and wrinkled underneath you and you had noenergy to move beneath them. You flopped back down on the bed and Poe lay next to you, looking at you with a lazy smile on his face.

“I think you nearly killed me this time.” You said, still attempting to catch your breath. Poe laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He knew just as well as you that this time was hookup was different and much more preferred. While it was just as quick and deliciously filthy as it was in the alleyway, you both had more time to get to know each other’s bodies and what made the other tick, which you took full advantage of. “I meant to ask you, why are we at a hotel?”

“I may or may not have locked my keys in my apartment when I was rushing to get Beebs out.”

You laughed loudly, the smile never leaving your face as he told you the full story. At the end of it, you joked with him, telling him it was going to become your mission to steal his adorable dog. He then asked about your holiday and you asked about his. The conversation was easy and effortless, like you were friends; friends who had just fucked each other’s brains out, but friends nonetheless. You heard your phone ring a few times, but couldn’t find yourself to go find it. Talking with Poe was much more interesting than anything anyone on the other end could say. The conversation turned to the current semester, how things were going from both a student’s and professor’s point of view, and then it turned to Halloween.

“So, I’m curious,” you said, rolling onto your side and resting your head on your outstretched arm. “You were awfully quick to seduce me at the bar—“

“You were quick to say yes.”

“How long had you been thinking about this?”

“Awhile.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders when you raised your eyebrows. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How many times have you thought about fucking me?”

The directness of the way he spoke was making you hot, making you wet and your thighs sticky with arousal. You hummed thoughtfully, trying to decide if you wanted to tell him just how long you had thought about him. Poe seemed to notice your hesitation and gave you a suggestive look.

“Tell me,” His voice was soft but demanding as his fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt as he inched closer.

You stretched your other arm above your head, your movements cat-like as you stretched. His eyes followed and settled briefly on your chest.

“Probably like once a week since the first day of your class.” You admitted with a flirty smile. Poe rolled over onto you, stretching his body along yours and holding your wrists above your head with one of his hands. The other traced the curve of your breast, gently playing with your nipple. He rolled his hips against yours.

“Is that so?”

You arched your eyebrow, giving him a look that dared him to do something about it. He leaned down, his lips brushing over yours, when your phone started going off for the third time.

“Oh my god.” You were annoyed, both at the person trying to call you and yourself for not turning your phone on silent. Poe got off of you and grabbed your phone, handing it to you. You huffed in annoyance when you saw your sister’s name.

“Hello?” You pressed your finger against Poe’s lips, urging him to keep quiet. He gently bit the top of your finger before sucking it into his mouth. You clenched your thighs together.

“So get this, Chris forgot to tell me—“

Whatever she was saying about her husband, you didn’t hear. You were too focused on Poe, who had pushed his shirt up and started tracing your tattoo with his tongue. He then moved down and lifted your leg, settling it over his shoulder, and without warning licked a strip from your slit to your clit, making you gasp.

“You ok?”

You squirmed under Poe and he laid his arm across the lower part of your stomach to keep you in place. He’d proven to be good with his mouth, but this was an entirely different kind of pleasure.

“Yeah, just ran into the corner of a table.” You felt Poe smile against you and bit your lip to keep from crying out. He inserted two fingers into you, curling them in succession with every flick of his tongue against your clit.

“Short notice, I know, but do you want to do happy hour tonight? Say, 7 o’clock at Coakley’s?”

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it read 5:30. Between the sex and the conversation, you had been there for hours without realizing it.

“Sure, sounds—“ You pulled the phone away from your mouth, biting your lip to silence a whimper as Poe worked you towards your orgasm. “Sounds good.”

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, fine, that table just really hurt.” You tugged his hair with your free hand and he eased off, removing his fingers just as you were teetering on the edge. You whined at the loss of contact as he nibbled at the skin of your inner thighs. “I’ll see you at 7.”

You made sure you were disconnected before throwing your phone aside and moaning loudly as Poe delved his tongue into your pussy like a man starved. He was quick to bring you back to the brink of orgasm. Your legs trembled against him as you came hard,the pleasure overtaking you and making you lose all train of thought. Poe withdrew his fingers, running them through his mouth and collecting the rest of your juices. He kissed your sensitive folds once more before crawling back up your body, licking his lips as he did.

“That was so cruel.” You said breathlessly, but the smile on your face showed you didn’t mean it one bit. You swiped your thumb on his chin, collecting what remained of your juices and sucking it into your mouth. He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and letting you taste more of yourself.

“You have to get going.” He muttered as he pulled away, lifting himself off of you and pulling you up.

“I do.” You frowned, reluctantly getting off the bed. Your legs were still shaky with instability. “I feel like I’m always slipping out on you. But I can’t go to drinks with my sister smelling like I just spent the last couple hours having sex.”

You gathered up your clothes, making sure you were leaving nothing behind. You looked in the mirror above the dresser, trying to make your hair look somewhat presentable and making sure the hickeys you told Poe not to leave were completely covered.

“I’m being serious, you know.” You said, putting your underwear on. They were still damp and it made you tingle with the memory. “I’m going to steal your dog.”

“I don’t know about stealing him, but you’ll meet him when we do this again.”

You looked over your shoulder as you buttoned your jeans.

“Yeah? Again?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good.” You slipped your jacket on and walked towards him. “Because this is a lot of fun.”

Poe stood from the bed and slipped his hand into your hair, pulling you into one last kiss. It was softer than the ones you’d previously shared. He pulled away and whispered ‘bye’ against your lips, pecking them once more before releasing you. You grabbed your purse and left with a wave and a wink.

He made you absolutely giddy. If someone had told you that you were going to have a sexual relationship with your professor, you would’ve laughed in his or her face. What made it so great for you was how natural your chemistry was. It was good, lighthearted, sexy fun, something that both of you craved during stressful times.

For the first time in awhile, you couldn’t wait to get back to school.

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Rally the troupes

What is this? 10 of 14 requests for my last follower celebration. The prompt is “emergency dance party”!!!! Fluffy one-shot. Poe gets creative with ways to cheer you up!

Also: 100% need to mention this awesome audio by @bluebellhairpin which shoudl put you in the mood!

Warnings: the rhythm is gonna get ya.

Word count: 2.6k, alarmingly.

GIF: source

“What’s the emergency?” Finn exclaims breathlessly, rocking up to the hangar and throwing open the doors. He jogs purposefully past the crowd of convened comrades right up to Poe.

“Did I say ‘emergency’?” the pilot dismisses innocently. “I don’t think I used the word ‘emergency.”

“You did. That’s exactly what you said.” Finn insists.

“Just get in formation, Finn.” Poe deflects, clamping his hands on his friend’s shoulders to scooch him over and position him amongst the other rebels. “If you stand right about....” Poe’s eyes trail along the rest of the line as he makes another adjustment, before releasing his grip. “...there. That looks symmetrical.” For the first time, Finn peels his eyes away from Poe and scans over the crowd. Poe has various pilots, mechanics, medics, and command-room crew assembled, everyone arranged in lines and forward-facing.

With a spring in his step, Poe makes his way back to the front of the pack. For an emergency, he doesn’t seem overly concerned, Finn observes.

Poe gains the attention of his assembled team, who are muttering confusedly amongst themselves. “Can everyone see me from where they’re stood?”

There is a general murmur of agreement.

“Good.” Poe claps his hands together in excitement. “For the next thirty minutes we have a very important task. You may have noticed that a good friend of mine has been a little down lately, and so I hoped we could do something hilarious to help cheer them up.”

Poe’s eyes are drawn to Finn in the crowd as a grin of realisation inches across his face, no further explanation necessary. “It’s an emergency dance party!”

Poe returns his smile as Finn pumps his fist in the air and whoops in approval. This was way better than most of the things Poe had previously convened people for. “Hell yes it’s an emergency dance party!” Poe echoes, opening his palms and inviting the whole crowd to share in his and Finn’s evident enthusiasm. “In half an hour, we’ll have an amazing, surprise routine ready to perform. First, I’m gonna need you to come up here, one-by-one, and give us your most ridiculous dance move to add to the sequence.” A murmur of energy, apprehension, and self-consciousness flickers through the crowd but Poe taps his chest; “I’ll make an idiot out of myself first, don’t worry”, he reassures.

“Well, that’s standard!” Rey hollers out good-naturedly from amidst the throng.

“Rey will go second.” Poe counters mischievously.

There is a flutter of laughter through the crowd at both the insult and rebuttal, but Poe’s enthusiasm is for the most part infectious. One could even suggest that the man has leadership skills, or at least enough charisma and heart for people to get behind him. “Everyone in?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer; his mind is set and this is happening. He turns to the astromech unit by his side with a point of his finger. “Hit it, Beebs.”

The funky sounds of music fill the hangar as Poe gets his boogie on.

***

You walk towards the hangar to begin your shift, practically dragging your feet. Truth be told, as much as you loved your work and would welcome the distraction, you wished you didn’t have to deal with Poe right now. You had been having a hard time lately, and Poe was one of the few people who could see right through the brave face you’d been wearing.

When you arrive at the hangar, though, the door is pulled closed - which is unusual - with a droid stationed outside. “Scoot!” you caution, shuffling the unit out of the way. The second item of suspicion is that it’s eerily quiet, none of the typical sounds emanating from inside. No clank of metal on metal, whirr of machines, or voices barking orders.

You push the door open with some caution, expecting it to be empty, and you startle as the faces of a large group of rebels greet you, grins plastered on their faces. Poe is heading up the group and their unusual formation, his grin widest of all. You barely have any time to register this or to discern what’s going on before the music kicks-in over the hangar speakers. You startle as arms are suddenly thrust into the air, everybody moving in unison. The hangar is darkened, the lights in the cockpits of the X-Wings programmed to flash on in time with the music.

They’re dancing. Your hands come up to your face in shock as it sinks in. They did this for you. Poe did this for you.

You venture further into the hangar, watching with glee as the troupe of troops fling themselves enthusiastically around, delighting you with a series of ridiculous shapes. All the classic dance moves are in there; the droid, the X-wing, the twist. BB-8 is even in on the action, circling elaborately around Poe’s legs and wobbling his adorable little head.

“From the top” Poe yells, and the sequence begins to repeat. After every spin and jump and clap his eyes return to you, carefully studying your reaction. You can practically see the relief sink into his movements as he sees you laughing, and he returns your easy smile. If it’s possible, he throws even more gusto into it, especially into any move that calls for a wiggle of his hips or butt.

Happy tears bloom in the corner of your eyes as the ridiculous, shambolic, and yet utterly perfect routine plays out, punctuated by whoops and peals of laughter from your friends. Part way through, Finn and Rey give up and fold over in mirth. When the structured part of the routine is over, the group break off into freestyle and Poe, still intent on you, reaches his hand out, nodding his head encouragingly as he mouths “Wanna dance?.

How could you resist his sweet, open, hopeful face. You reach out to him and he grins, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. “Is this ok?” he checks, respectful as ever.

“Yep. It’s very ok.” His eyebrow cocks up in slight surprise at the mildly suggestive look which appears in your eyes, and he takes the liberty of pressing his body a little closer to you than necessary. Maybe this was something you should explore later. Especially after seeing that butt wiggling. You expel a light-hearted chuckle at the thought, your cheeks beginning to ache from smiling and flush from the sudden proximity.

Poe beams at you as he leads you around the floor, swivelling and twirling you all over in a raucous and bouncy fashion. It seems that finally seeing you smile again has made him feel like he’s uncovered some kind of buried treasure, judging by the unfiltered delight in his eyes. “Poe,” you communicate in between steps, in the moments where he pulls you back in to his chest at intervals. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“If I had my way you’d have nothing but sweet things.” he offers in a way which is effortlessly sincere.

You study his eyes a moment, blown away by his words, forgetting to move your feet and smashing into his chest. He throws his arms out to steady you and you’re locked like that -despite the chaotic and jubilant whirling occurring around you- until Poe snaps you out of it by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and gesturing beyond you. “Hey, I think there’s a dance-off brewing. Come on.” He nods his head in the direction of the circle of people forming, where hands and feet are beginning a steady clapping rhythm.

You howl in amusement when you approach. Of course Finn is in the middle. The spectators part for you, making space for you to join its circumference, and Poe stands beside you, never dropping his arm from around your shoulders.

“If Rey levitates you that’s cheating, Finn!” you yell into the centre of the circle through cupped hands as Finn, much to his surprise, is lifted off the ground to perform an elaborate spin.

Finn wails and points at you, quickly shouting that you’re up next. You shake your head and wave a hand in protest, looking to Poe for back-up. He just shrugs and smiles. “Looks like you’re up next.” You would feel self-conscious, but the way Poe is beaming at you and you only makes you want to dance for joy, and so you shimmy into the centre of the circle, throwing your body around wildly to hoots of approval. Apparently Poe approves too, judging from his enlivened shouts and foot stomping.

Of course, when your turn is over, you point at Poe to have him take your place, and he makes a determined march towards you, throwing you a wink as you cross paths on his way into the fray. Poe is right in the centre of it all, pulling out some vigorous moves, the cheers from the group and the banging music and flashing lights feeling like they’re about to raise the roof.

That’s the moment Leia chooses to ceremoniously enter the hangar, cape flowing behind her as she pushes aside the double doors. A hush ripples out across the crowd of ad hoc partygoers and Poe glances over, alerted to the presence of the General. He offers her his most charming smile, but he keeps up with his cavorting. Leia looks like she might scold him, but then she surveys the faces of her rebels, perhaps realising that it has been a long time since everyone has been smiling like this. Since morale has been this high. Instead of halting the proceedings, an expression which is both mock-scolding and supressing amusement passes over her face. She simply waves her hand in a ‘carry on’ motion. You hear her subdued laughter next to you as the General slots in to the space in the circle.

“You ok kid?” she asks you, with a gentle nudge of her elbow. You nod at her, probably looking brighter than you have in some time. It doesn’t go unnoticed. “Poe Dameron is something else, isn’t he?” Leia asks, shaking her head in fond disbelief as you both spectate his moves, watching him peacock and strut around the floor. As if he knows that he’s being talked about, he turns to wiggle his ass in your and the General’s direction. “Oh my!” Leia exclaims, holding her hands up as if to block out the sight, then feigning to fan herself with a chuckle.

Then, Leia leans in as though to whisper a secret to you. “I’m sure you all know how much I detest gossip, kiddo. But if I were you, and a man with moves like that was looking at me the way Dameron’s looking at you...” Leia trails off. “Well, it might not be proper to say what I’d do, but I just hope that you plan to do something about it.” She pats you on the shoulder and smiles knowingly at you. “You know, if you want to.”

What was Leia implying? Was Poe really looking at you in some kind of way? You don’t have time to complete the thought though, as Poe extends his hand towards Leia and tugs her into a surprisingly elegant waltz around the middle of the circle, to the delight of everyone, their smiles warm and soft-centred.

You feel a rush of affection for the man who has put a smile on everyone’s face - yours included. He’d taken an off-hand comment you’d made, whilst feeling blue, and turned it into something beautiful. After a string of horrible events, you were struggling to be “okay”, or to find hope again. One aspect weighing on you, was that you couldn’t say for sure when any of this would be over. Couldn’t say when, if ever, people would be able to live again, to dance again, to love again. Poe was showing you that no matter how bleak it got, that you didn’t have to wait for moments like this. They could happen now.

If you had your way, that man would have nothing but sweet things. He deserved it.

***

The dancing had continued into the afternoon, until the time had come when work really did need to be done. Still, the music had stayed on over the speakers, everyone had continued with a little spring in their step, and laughter had been much more frequent than usual as the crew went about their business. You, in particular, had been on a rare high all day.

You’d gotten stuck back in to your tasks, but whenever a thought of Poe surfaced you couldn’t hold back the smile and butterflies which followed. To distract yourself, you had immersed yourself in your work repairing the ships. As was typical, you were lying beneath the undercarriage of a craft, and had lost track of the passage of time. You didn’t notice almost everyone else in the hangar had cleared out until you felt a soft -and then more insistent- kick to your boots; Poe’s usual signal that you’d been under there too long. That or he’d fling a casual ration bar underneath to remind you to eat something.

You duck out from underneath, and look-up at him, still pressed to the floor. “What’s going on?” you enquire. Did you always feel this nervous when he looked at you, or was this new?

“Got one more routine I wanna show you.” Poe informs, offering his hand. You reach out and he wraps your wrist, tugging you to a standing position. “Beebs, hit it.” The astromech tootles in delight and a slow, romantic song begins to emanate from his speakers. In succession, the lights throughout the hangar then flick out, replaced once again by the lumination of X-wing cockpits, giving the room a soft, almost magical glow.

Taking your fingers in his, Poe twirls you gently and then pulls you close to him, tucking you into his body, his warm and sturdy arms encasing your waist. “Is this still ok?”, he asks you softly.

“Yes” you breathe, nervously, as he sways you in his arms to the sweeping rhythm of the music, your movements perfectly in sync. With mild trepidation, you raise your arms to wind them around his neck, slotting the ‘v’ of your thumb and forefinger over his shoulders, your fingertips twisting in the overgrown curls at the nape of his neck.

Pulled in to him like this, your bodies are so close that you feel the heat of him through your respective oil-coated uniforms. You are close enough to drink in his disarming, musky scent. Your lips twitch up in a nervous smile as his dark eyes meet yours, fervent and unwavering as you shuffle over the hangar floor together. He is as warm and welcoming and compelling as a blazing hearth, and you fear that if you pull away now you would almost certainly freeze. He’s a comfort you always want to be beside, yet a small part of you feels unworthy of his ardour.

“Poe.” you venture delicately. “I don’t know how to thank you. I could try and thank you for today, but it wouldn’t be enough. I don’t know how to thank you for being everything that you are. For just being who you are.”

Your eyes glisten with tears, which causes Poe’s eyebrows to knit together with heaviness. “You don’t have to thank me.” he insists, gingerly bringing the pad of his thumb up to brush your cheek. “I’d been trying to find the words to tell you that things could be good again. That you weren’t alone. But it turns out there are some things words are just no good for. So, I wanted to show you things can be good. And...” Poe hesitates, becoming uncharacteristically shy. “...if you’ll let me... I want to keep showing you.”

You smile softly, suddenly lost for words yourself. But maybe words aren’t what’s needed right now; only dancing. The dance of his fingertips over your jaw, the quickstep of your heart. With his hands on you, it as if he is working a sweet melody down his arms and spreading its warm, dulcet tones throughout your body. It feels increasingly like you’re melting in to one another, into one song, your hands sliding up a little further into his hair, his hands exploring gentle circles on your back, your need evident and in sync as you both build towards the swell of the refrain.

Then, quite simply, Poe tucks his hand under your chin and tips your lips up towards his. He searches your eyes for a moment before asking: “Can I kiss you?”

There’s nothing that could pull you apart from Poe in this moment. You feel as if your lips are an instrument with which you seek to compose harmonious music. As if you have all manner of crochets and minims and quavers in your mouth which his tongue could bend into a song for your heart to sing. “Not if I kiss you first.”

Then, quite simply, you spin the pilot, pinning him up against the ladder of his X-wing as your mouth meets his in a crush. You are very pleased to learn how much Poe leads with his tongue, and you dissolve into this kiss.

Maybe one day if the war was ever over, you would tell people; it was horrible and sad and monstrous, yes. But at least you could also tell them; sometimes, there was still dancing. Sometimes, there was still music.

As you break apart from Poe, your heart is beating fast. Poe smiles contentedly and pulls you into an embrace, squeezing you firmly and leaning your head against his chest. You hear his heart pounding with equal ferocity to yours.

Finally, you believe that things can be good. That you’re not alone. You’ve been dancing a duet all along. You don’t know the names of all of the rhythms to say if it’s a bossa nova or a tango or something else. But you know for sure that his heart is dancing for joy. Just like yours is.

THE END

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dameronology · 4 years

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the one where you take the leap {poe x reader}

summary: you and poe take a late night walk and talk about everything and nothing (and you get tacos)

warnings: language

just some fluff because i am having a big sad tonight™ and i need some wholesome content. this is about 101 cliches rolled into one but sometimes that is the best thing

enjoy,

- jazz

There were very few people that Poe Dameron would wake up at 3AM for. In fact, the list started and ended with your name. You were that important that he was willing to forgo his beauty sleep and that was truly saying something. Everybody in the galaxy and their mother knew that the pilot needed a full eight hours to function and nobody could change that. However, you didn’t fall into the category of nobody.

That’s how you both ended up trekking across the plains of a jungle planet at an ungodly hour, the squelch of your boots in the wet mud filling the comfortable silence between you. Ajan Kloss was unbearably hot in the day but it bordered on glacial at night; that was how you’d ended up with one of Poe’s jackets. It was far too big for you, almost swamping your body, but he’d insisted you’d put it on before leaving.

‘Remind me why we’re going on a hike at 3AM?’ Poe’s voice, still raspy with sleep, called from behind you.

‘Because I told you I couldn’t sleep and you said hey, let’s go for a walk!’ You chortled back, peeking over your hood to glance at him.

‘Poe from half an hour ago was an asshole.’ He grumbled.

You stopped, turning to face him with a grin. The moon was high up above you now, casting the field of green in a yellow glow. Compared to the humid days, you almost relished in the crisp night air, enjoying the cool sensation on your skin as you glanced up at the dark sky and plethora of stars. Late night walks with Poe had become a regular occurrence over the last year - sometimes he initiated them, and other times like tonight, it was you.

‘The village isn’t far from here.’ You said. ‘Maybe we can see what’s open?’

‘That tiny place that does the tacos is twenty four hours!’ Poe’s face lit up as the thought came to him. ‘C’mon!’

‘Waaaaait!’ You called after him. ‘My legs are tired, Dameron.’

Poe knew you what you were doing - the whole thing was kind of your play. Either that, or the man was so whipped that the first thing he thought to do was carry you the rest of the way there. Whatever it was, he bent down in front of you, signalling for you to leap onto his face. You swung your bag over your shoulder and made a run for it, landing perfectly in place. He wound his arms around your legs and boosted you up slightly, peering up to face at you.

Now, it should be noted that Poe Dameron was one of the best-looking human beings you’d even seen - and that was on a normal day. But under the light of the moon, with his brown eyes illuminated like a warm, welcoming fire, and a cheeky grin on his face as he turned to look at you, it was something else entirely. It wasn’t just the external kind of beauty either - it ran deeper than that. He was the best person you knew; the kindest and the funniest, the smartest and the most selfless. As far as you were concerned, he was the most beautiful person in the galaxy (and he was carrying you half a mile - for tacos).

You chattered quietly amongst yourselves but it wasn’t about anything in particular. That was how a lot of conversations went; they were simply natural musings, you two bouncing off each other and giving a thoughtful hmm every now and then.

Clinging onto the material of Poe’s jacket, you blinked under the bright lights of the village, finally breaking through a clearing in the thick trees. It was a little town made up mostly of retired rebels and business owners. The place was hardly a sprawling city but it provided the Resistance with shops and bars, becoming the hub of different squadrons.

‘Taco Town is open!’ You cheered, almost falling off of Poe’s back as you pumped your first in the air.

‘Have you summoned up the energy to walk now?’ He teased.

‘I think I might be able to.’ You gave him a light poke. Your boots hit the ground with a dusty thud and then you ran towards your beloved taco place.

It was a twenty-four/seven shop, usually because of the Resistance soldiers passing in and out all hours of the day. The lady who manned the place at night was an elderly woman - she knew you both by name (and both your orders, because that’s how often you frequented the establishment).

After gathering your order and paying her a few extra credits as a tip, you carried the food outside to Poe.

‘You’re the only person who can get me out of bed at this ungodly hour for tacos.’ He muttered, flinging an arm across your shoulder as you sauntered towards a strewn bench.

He didn’t move it when you sat down, nor did he say anything when you shuffled into his side. The air was still cold, biting at the bare skin on your face as you enjoyed the taco-induced bliss you’d been waiting for. To your right, you could see the rest of the town lights as they stretched out for miles, eventually blurring into a blob of distant light. Poe was on your left, meanwhile, hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on your shoulder as he ate his food.

‘I wonder how far out this place actually goes.’ You murmured. ‘I’ve only been as a far as the boot shop, and that took me like an hour.’

‘Sorry I set fire to your old ones.’ Poe nudged you, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you remembered the incident.

‘It’s okay. I nearly grounded your jet so we’ll call it even.’

He didn’t respond verbally, instead giving your shoulders a light squeeze.

Even with the chaos of the war, Poe felt like an anchor amongst a raging ocean of pure fucking insanity. You’d met people before, ones you’d vibed with and connected with but with him, it was an entire new level of...whatever it was that you had. You’d teetered on the ledge of more-than-friends on multiple occasions, but neither of you had taken the leap. If you did, there was no coming back - you’d be jumping without a parachute.

‘That was a good taco.’ You declared.

‘Worth the walk.’ Poe nodded. ‘Not that you did much walking.’

‘You offered, Dameron!’ You reminded him. ‘You are my trusty stead.’

‘And that’s all I’m useful for?’

‘Of course not! Sometimes you bring me caff as well.’

Your conversation continued, veering off of the subject of the Uses of Poe Dameron™ and to a million other things.

You spoke about his X-Wing and the fact that BB-8 had made a point to show every single person in the base his new antenna. You discussed your latest meetings and missions and how Finn had lead his first successful operation the day before. You laughed about something - you couldn’t remember what - and the only thing that pulled you from the conversation was the fact you noticed the sky beginning to turn pink.

‘Maker, it’s gone 4AM already.’ You pulled up the long sleeves of Poe’s jacket to check your watch.

That was the thing with you and Poe - when you started talking, or when you were even just in the presence of one another, you completely forgot about the world around you. It felt like nothing else mattered. It was just you, him and the blank canvas of the galaxy ahead of you (and sometimes, a circular droid child).

‘Let’s stay a while.’ Poe murmured. He dropped his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. ‘I have no-where to be tomorrow.’

‘Me neither,’ you reached up to squeeze the hand that was resting on your shoulder. ‘But the Resistance doesn’t wait.’

‘It can for now.’ He shot back.

Maybe this was it - the moment that he finally found it within him to take the leap and just tell you outright that he was blatantly, irrevocably in love with you. The thought of risking your friendship was painful - but the only thing more agonising was the idea of not knowing if you loved him too.

(But with the way you looked at him, it was a mystery to everybody around you how he didn’t you obviously were - but more on that later).

‘What is it, Poe?’ You gave his hand another gentle squeeze.

‘Huh?’ His blinked at you.

‘You’ve gone off some place else.’ You replied. ‘I know that look on your face and it means you’re either in deep thought or you’ve seen a nice butt and given that I’m sat down and the only person here, I’m gonna assume it’s the first one.’

That was the comment that pushed him over the edge. The realisation that you knew him, that you could read him like a book. You got him in a way that no-one else seemed to, understood him in a way that others had failed to. In a galaxy so cold and so daunting, having somebody by his side with a bright smile and a few cheesy jokes was imperative. Every time he thought about his future after the war, your face was always the first thing that popped up.

‘You know I love you, right?’ Poe - for the first time since you’d met him - stumbled on his words.

‘Of course.’ You replied, before silently adding but not in the way I want you to love me.

‘No...’ He shook his head. He shuffled to the side slightly, turning to face you. He put one hand on your cheek, the other resting on your shoulder. ‘I mean I love a lot of things. I love Leia, and I love Finn, and I love Beebs and I love my X-Wing. But not in the way I love you.’

‘What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying I’m in love with you.’ He got there eventually.

‘You’re in love with me?’ You couldn’t work out if you heart was going a million miles an hour or if it had stopped entirely.

‘Yeah. What do you think?’

‘I mean...’ You trailed off, chewing your lip for a moment. ‘I think you’re probably in love with your X-Wing too. I saw you cry over the landing gear once-’

‘-Y/N!’ Poe whacked you in the shoulder.

‘Poe, you’re an idiot.’ You gave him a watery smile. ‘Obviously I’m in love with you.’

Dropping the remains of his taco to the ground*, the pilot grabbed you, crashing his lips to yours. Just like Poe, the kiss was a lot of contradicting things all at once - it was soft but hungry, demanding but sweet. It was a lot of feelings at once and you could feel every single individual one, finally coming together after well over a year of pining. You’d both taken the leap and the water below was even better than the ledge on which you’d been standing.

(* you made him pick up the taco wrapper before you walked back to the base - hand in hand, obviously).

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enamoured-x · 4 years

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for you i’d bleed myself dry

Poe Dameron x Reader

Part 3

Summary: Poe takes care of you at the end of the day when he notices you haven’t eaten.

Warnings: Slight jealousy

*Not my gif

Word count: 2.3k

Part 3

When morning came, you were the first to wake up. You were surprised to find Poe still in bed, only he was facing you now, arm thrown around your waist, hand resting on your back. You swallowed hard as his face was right in front of yours. He was still sleeping and you didn’t want to wake him, so you just stared. His hair was a mess of curls on top of his head, his stubble coming through more than yesterday, and his lips pouted. Your feelings creeped back to the forefront of your mind. You allowed it for just a moment. Maybe you were a sadist, laying here with him in your arms, something so intimate, so damn close, yet you weren’t anything to him. At least not in the way you wanted. You felt that familiar pang in your heart at the thought and you shoved everything back into a box and locked it.

BB-8 greeted you with a good morning and then told you he was supposed to wake up Poe now for breakfast and to get started on his daily tasks.

“I got it, Beebs.” You whispered. But Poe stirred awake anyways. When his eyes opened, you smiled slightly.

“Good morning.” He greeted you, voice husky and deep. Not taking his arm off you but scooting closer to you and closing his eyes again.

“Good morning. You sleep well?” You didn’t hear him at night and you didn’t even feel so much as a stir. He opened his eyes again.

“Better than I ever have.” He said as he took your cheek in his palm. Staring at you in a way you couldn’t quite pin down.

“I’m glad I could help.” You said and meant it. You wanted him to be happy. You didn’t like seeing him tired and sluggish. You didn’t like seeing anything but a smile on those lips of his.

“You always know what I need.” You did. You knew him like the back of your hand but he knew you all the same. Sometimes you wondered how life brought you to Poe Dameron, he felt like your other half, that missing piece. And yet. And yet.

His eyes flickered down to your lips but you were sure it was a fluke. And as he leaned forward you were sure it was just to get comfortable. Until his lips were barely grazing yours. You stilled, waiting for him. Your mind was running wild. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest. And just as you thought your lips were finally about to meet, there was a knock at the door.

“Let’s go, commander!” Snap said knocking on the door and then walking away. You both leaned back, tension filling the room.

BB-8 cursed Snap in quiet little chirps.

“Bee!” You scolded as Poe let out, “Buddy!”

He ignored you two with what sounded like a hmph.

You laughed a little but then cleared your throat. There was no way you two were about to kiss. He wasn’t about to kiss you. But. But he was?

“We should go.” You both needed to get breakfast before you started the day.

“Yeah.” He nodded and then slid out of bed, you followed after him. You couldn’t help but glance briefly at his ass. You looked away before he could turn back around but BB-8 seemed to know what you were doing and spun in a circle making little noises, you were pretty sure the damn droid was laughing at you. You shook your head but a smile was playing on your lips at his behavior. If you didn’t know any better you were sure BB-8 wanted you two together.

You pulled on your clothes from yesterday as Poe started to change.

“I’ll see you at breakfast, I’m going to put on some fresh clothes.” You told him as you made your way to the door.

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as his words and squeezed his shoulder.

“Anytime, Dameron.”

You hadn’t gotten to see Poe that morning or afternoon, he had been called away to General Organa. You on the other hand, had still been tinkering with your x-wing. BB-8 once again helping you when you asked him for certain tools. He also made for good company. He was a sweet little thing and you loved him.

You were tightening up a few screws when BB-8 chirped a few times.

“Poe what?” You asked him as you moved out from underneath the ship. He made a few more noises and you turned to see what he was talking about.

The camp was alive with everyone running around and chattering, loads of people were outside today as per usual. But you saw what BB-8 was referring to.

Poe was talking to that blonde medic again. Laughing at something she said as she had an arm on his shoulder. You looked away. He was most definitely not trying to kiss you this morning. It was all in your damn head. You hated that you wanted to cry. You thought you had been so close. But in reality, you were still out of reach.

“She’s pretty.” You said bitterly. Beebs chirped and nudged you, telling you that he thought you were even prettier. You laughed at the droid and gave him scratches.

“Thanks, Beebs. At least someone appreciates me.” You joked and he nudged your leg once more. You couldn’t help yourself and spared another glance. Her hand was now rubbing at his chest and he was smiling at her. You looked away again, heart hurting something cruel.

And even seeing them together like that, that night when he asked you to stay with him again, you did.

It had been a grueling day for you to say the least. First off, Poe had left in the morning before you even woke. Waking up to an empty bed when you had gotten use to Poe just after two nights with him, well, it was unpleasant. And it had told you what kind of day it was going to be as you rolled out of bed already in a bad mood. To make matters worse, you got to breakfast late and got scraps of meat and stale bread. And then you were being pulled right and left to help with mechanical problems on a few starfighters and even helping out the other squadrons with problems they were having. Although most of the pilots in the resistance knew how to work with their aircraft, you were called to help more times than not because of your history with taking engineering and mechanics classes when you were in the academy.

You were always willing to help but some pilots would stare you down like a hawk, making sure nothing happened to their precious x-wings. Your teammates in blacksquadron would sit back and let you do what you needed to do, they trusted you wholeheartedly so it was much more peaceful when you got to their ships and helped them with their problems. It was a long day of repairing coms, unjamming buttons and switches, and rewiring controls. You had even missed lunch. You had finished helping everyone else but you were distracted by helping Rey with the falcon that you didn't even realize that time had passed since Rey left for the day and you were still on board. You were not happy to see that you had missed lunch by a few hours and that dinner wasn’t until another couple hours. You didn’t even have BB-8 to keep you company as he was with Poe all day. You couldn’t really be mad there though, BB-8 did belong to Poe after all. And Poe. You hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him all day.

Dusk started to set in as you took in the view from where you were seated on a rock, near a cliff. You weren’t too far away from camp, still able to hear them going about the rest of their day. Your stomach was growling and you were just counting down the minutes till the mess opened back up for dinner.

“There you are.” You turned at the voice, Poe walking up with a smile on his face. Two trays of… food in his hands. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your head and then plopped down on the rock right next to you. All the tension and stress from today eased up a bit at seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you all day.” He said and then handed you a tray. You just stared at the still steaming meat and warm bread in front of you. And the vibrant and juicy looking fruit. Your mouth started to water at the smell of it all.

“What is this?” You asked him. He started to dig into the food on his tray.

You were about to devour the food in front of you until he said, “dinner.”

You looked at him, “dinner? Dinner isn’t served till another hour.” Honestly, you were surprised you were asking questions and not just taking the blessing for what it was.

“Being commander has its perks.” He said, food in his cheek so he could talk. You gave him a pointed look. He may hold a high status but the cooks were not easy to charm and didn’t give a damn about who you were unless you were Leia.

“Okay, so I might have lied and said the general needed two trays of food stat.” You let out a laugh and shook your head. Damn this man. Going this length for you because he found out you hadn’t eaten.

“She’ll kill you if she finds out you used her name for this.” You said. And then you shoved your face. You didn’t notice that Poe was looking at you as you inhaled your food, barely stopping to breath.

“Maybe but I couldn’t let you go on another second without eating. You shouldn’t have missed lunch, sweetheart.” His voice was stern but still soft as he spoke. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and at the fact that he was worried. He always was.

“I know, I got distracted.” You offered in explanation and finished up the food on your plate.

“Here, take my fruit.” He tried to hand you the bowl with his fruit but you shook your head.

“No. You need to eat, Poe. I’m good.”

“Just take it.” He placed the bowl on your tray and this time you let him, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

“Thanks, Poe. This was sweet of you. You will be thoroughly missed once Leia discovers the truth.” He laughed. You ate the starblossom fruit, thankful for more food in your belly. Thankful for Poe. Your day had quickly turned around with this little act, with Poe. He always knew how to make you feel better whether you were in a bad mood or just having a day. He always knew what to say and what to do.

“Anything for you.” You wished his words wouldn’t sting as much as they made you feel giddy. So close yet so far away.

You smiled at him and bit into your fruit to distract yourself from your racing heart.

“You have a little something,” he motioned to your chin. You realized the juice from the fruit was trailing down your chin. Before you could wipe it away, Poe’s hand was reaching up. You stilled as his thumb swiped the juice, and then brought it to his mouth, sucking it off. The act so erotic and so soft at the same time. You didn’t know what to think, to say, to feel. You swallowed hard as his eyes stayed locked in on yours. His eyes trailed down your face to watch your tongue wet your lips.

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek and you leaned into it like he had done a few nights ago.

“I think…” He started, eyes searching yours, “I think you’re my favorite thing to look at.”

Everything went quiet. Everything went still. You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. Because how were you on the receiving end of that sentence? On the receiving end of Poe’s admiration? You were surely dreaming. But you weren’t. You weren’t and Poe was looking at you in a way that you could only describe as longing.

You finally found your words. The swirls of orange and pinks from the sky glowed on his tanned face, you were sure you were looking at a work of art as you took him in.

“You’re my favorite thing to look at too.” You confessed. Appreciating the dips and hollows of his face as the sun started to disappear from sight.

Moments passed but neither of you moved a muscle.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you two! Finn said–” And just like that, your moment shared with Poe was gone. You both quickly pulled away from one another, turning to see Rose, wide eyed and blushing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… We were just worried and I… well Finn–” She rambled and you stopped her.

“It’s okay, Rose.” You told the girl. But you felt differently. You wished you could stay in that moment with Poe. All the grief and despair that you were all soon to face, all the pain you all had already faced, it was bearable, beatable, when you looked into Poe’s eyes. Everything had melted away.

“Finn and Rey were looking for you two. They were just worried.” Rose said quietly, before backing away.

“I’ll go and tell them you’re safe.” Is all she said before turning around and quickly walking away. You laughed lightly despite hating the interruption.

“Guess we should head back.” You told Poe, not wanting to make things awkward. Although right now, it seemed like that’s where this was headed. You both stood up and collected your things.

“Yeah, um…” He scratched the back of his neck and looked away before meeting your eyes again.

“Are you… will you be staying with me tonight?” You smiled at his words, finding it adorable how nervous he was to ask you.

“Yeah, if you want me to.” He nodded.

“Then let’s go.”

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lake-arrius-caverns · 3 years

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Prologue - pt 3

content warnings strong language

ik im a bit late with this one, writers block got me hard 😔

next coming hopefully Sunday? lol

read under the cut or on AO3, cheers 👍

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Fahjoth’s mood was as dull as the weather as he hastily returned to the Waterfront, completely drenched from head to toe as a result of the sudden onslaught of rain that showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Typical of the skies to open up while he was wandering around the Market District of the city, strolling around while trying to work through the muddled thoughts circling in his head. He had been in a dour mood when he embarked, and now it was even worse on his return.

He should have seen it coming, he reflected ruefully; the thick blanket of heavy, dark cloud overhead had not shifted since it first settled in that morning. There was bound to have been a downpour sooner or later. But Fahjoth had to get away from the Waterfront for a while, to go somewhere where he could be alone with his thoughts. And there was plenty to think about.

They should be hearing from Shadra soon enough, bringing news from the cult currently spending far too much time in the city. The problems were already apparent - within hours of their arrival, the guard patrols had increased and even the most mellow of innkeepers and traders were on edge. And yet, Fahjoth wasn’t confident that a direct confrontation would go at all as well as Cassius seemed to anticipate.

Fahjoth felt another flicker of bitterness in his chest. Cassius, in all his unrelenting stubbornness, had refused to listen to Fahjoth’s attempts to reason with him. It wasn’t the first time, but now, when it came to such an unpredictable affair, he was frustrated that Cassius had declined to even consider listening to him. Not only was it infuriating, but it was slightly hurtful as well.

So he had taken a walk in an effort to clear his mind and relax; perhaps stop by the docks on the way back and watch the boats drifting back and forth, as he and Ribyna had done with Abik so often growing up. But his plans were spoiled as he got caught in the lashing rain, ending up soaked to the skin and in an even worse mood than before. It was with some slight relief that he reached the Waterfront again, immediately spotting a welcome sight; a large tent comprised of leather and linen sheets, under which a handful of people and a dog sat. Even through the rain-haze, it was easy to identify Ribyna, Merrick and Abik, and Fahjoth didn’t hesitate to approach, immediately ducking under the shelter to join them.

“Alright, lads?” he said by way of greeting, roughly shaking his head like a wet dog and allowing a shower of droplets to come flying from his shaggy black hair. Ribyna groaned in annoyance, leaning over to protect the piece of parchment that she and Merrick were holding.

“For fuck’s sake, Fahjoth, you’re gonna ruin our map!” she complained, staring at him reproachfully. “Where’ve you been, anyway?”

“Just for a walk,” Fahjoth replied, slightly unwilling to go into detail. He managed a smile as

Pip came shuffling over to greet him, wagging her tail and poking her nose into Fahjoth’s face as she lathered her tongue over his nose. With a humorous grimace, he playfully pushed her away until she lay back down and then turned his attention back to his twin and the others. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Me and Merrick have been reading this map,” Ribyna said, puffing her chest out with pride. “I can pronounce Fana... Fanasces...” She stopped and grimaced. “Well, I could five minutes ago! I’ve forgotten now.”

“Never mind the Ayleid ruins,” Merrick interjected with a smile. “She can spell Cheydinhal now! Without needing to look.”

“Yeah!” Ribyna agreed, beaming. “See, I am getting better.” When Fahjoth didn’t offer much of a response, Ribyna reached out and prodded his shoulder. “Come on. What’s the matter?”

Again, Fahjoth didn’t respond immediately. He simply sat in silence, absently ruffling Pip’s ears and listening to the muffled crackling of the raindrops hitting the sheets overhead. “It’s just... I haven’t spoken to Cassius since... well, since we argued. I’m kind of worried about what’s gonna happen with this cult. If they don’t agree to piss off, and we do end up going to ‘deal with them’... well, I told him it could be dangerous, but he won’t even listen to me!” He winced as he heard the frustration seeping into his voice during his rant. “He never listens to me. Normally it’s fine, y’know, I can deal with it, but... this? It’s like he always knows best, even when we’ve got no idea what we could be up against. How can he possibly know for sure?”

His three companions remained silent and attentive while Fahjoth ranted, and once he was done he felt his cheeks flush warm with embarrassment. But then Abik spoke up in his usual calm, reassuring tone.

“For what it’s worth, I agree with you,” he said. “I do think we need to be more careful. A lot of people seem to agree with Cassius though. They’re gonna go along with whatever he suggests. So I reckon the only thing we can do is be there for them, whatever happens.” His dark brown eyes were pensive as he continued. “From what I’ve heard from Vyk, right now, we’ve got the advantage over them in numbers. The worst thing we could do as a group is fracture and split up.”

“Plus, it might not even come to that,” Merrick piped up, ever hopeful. “They might just leave without making a fuss. I don’t think it’s helpful to worry about something when we don’t even know what’s going to happen yet.”

Ribyna nodded enthusiastically in agreement, and Fahjoth dipped his head to the three, admittedly beginning to feel reassured. “Yeah... I suppose,” he said cautiously. “It’s just hard not to, y’know?”

“Of course. But, Fahjoth...” Abik added. “You should talk to Cassius about this too. Tell him how you feel. Communication is important.” His expression became momentarily grave. “Not to mention... if the worst does happen, you’d never forgive yourself if you two didn’t make amends. Trust me.”

Fahjoth inhaled, knowing full well that Abik was right. “Yeah... I’ll- I’ll find him later. ... I will!” he insisted, raising his palms up defensively on seeing Abik give him a knowing look. Abik merely chuckled.

“Good. I don’t like it when you kids argue,” he sighed. “We’ve got to stick together and look out for each other out here, ‘cause Talos knows no-one else will.”

“Kids?” Ribyna questioned. “We’re not that young!”

“Compared to me, you might as well be,” Abik chortled. “I’ve been here long enough that I’ve raised half of the people here. Including you lot. It’s like a family - a dysfunctional family, but a family still.”

“You can’t spell dysfunctional without fun,” Merrick chimed in, and Abik pointed at him emphatically.

“Merrick’s got it. Anyway, bottom line is, you’re all basically my kids. So for gods’ sakes, can you all just get along? That‘d be great.”

Ribyna snorted with laughter. “Hah! What, d’you want us to start calling you dad now? ‘Cause we will! Soppy old git.”

Abik laughed, though he didn’t rise to the teasing. Instead he focused on Fahjoth again. “Still worried, mate?”

Though the discussion had been a welcome distraction, Fahjoth found his mind wandering back to the troubles at hand yet again. “Yeah,” he admitted.

Before Abik could respond, Ribyna had risen to her feet. “Come on then!” she declared, loping out of the shelter and standing in the sodden grass, beckoning Fahjoth to join her. “Let’s have a match. Get some practise in for when we go to war!”

“What, now?” Fahjoth replied incredulously. “In the rain?”

“Where else?” Ribyna shot back, splaying her arms out tauntingly and raising her voice over the endless lashing of the rain against the saturated ground. “Run at me, bro!”

Dumbfounded for a moment, Fahjoth hesitated. Then, he shrugged and bounced to his feet, darting out into the torrential downpour and squaring up his twin. “Alright, come on then!” he called. As Ribyna whipped out a dagger, Fahjoth did the same; the goal wasn’t to injure, of course, but any practise would be useful.

“Just be careful, you two!” Abik warned, as he and Merrick watched with interest. “Try not to take any eyes out.”

Fahjoth and Ribyna began to prowl around each other, each holding back and waiting for the other to make a move. Eventually, Ribyna leapt forward and lunged out at her sibling’s shoulder with the flat side of the blade, which Fahjoth narrowly avoided by stumbling back with haste. He almost lost his footing on the damp grass, feeling his gut lurch as he suddenly slipped, but with a vigorous windmilling of his arms he was able to regain his balance. His recovery didn’t come fast enough, however, as Ribyna took her chance and jumped forward again with another mock whack of her dagger. Fahjoth grimaced as he felt the weapon connect with his ribs with a soft thud, and still wasn’t quick enough to block it with his own. Ribyna’s victorious smirk was both amusing and annoying.

“Got you!” she taunted, twirling the blade in her fingers. “If this was a real fight, you’d be so dead.”

“Ah come on, I slipped!” Fahjoth protested, remaining on guard in case Ribyna attacked again. Sure enough, she didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah? Well, slip on this!”

This time, Fahjoth was expecting it. Keeping his stance firm and balanced, he was quick to retaliate - Ribyna’s dagger came sailing past his face as he sidestepped to avoid it, throwing up his own arm to knock Ribyna off-balance. However, a terrible error in judgement resulted in his bunched fist connecting sharply with Ribyna’s face.

After the second it took to process what had just happened, Fahjoth gasped and immediately retreated, dropping his dagger and bringing his hands up to his face in horror. “Oh fuck Beebs, I’m sorry-!” He blabbed his apologies as Ribyna stood there in mute shock, watching her own blood flowing from her nose and peppering the sodden grass underfoot, mixing with the raindrops and forming watery maroon stains which lay stark against the greenery.

“I told you both to be careful,” Abik groaned. He and Merrick both rose to check on Ribyna, as Fahjoth took a few cautious steps forward himself, but before anyone had a chance to speak, Ribyna pounced. She threw her full body weight into Fahjoth, tackling him to the ground and somehow managing to secure him into a tight headlock before he could even react.

“Right, that’s it! You’re getting it now!”

“Ribyna-!”

Though it was a relief to know that Ribyna was relatively alright, Fahjoth still wasn’t too keen for a wrestling match at that moment - especially not in the pouring rain over muddy, sludgy ground. But he took the challenge and gave it his best, reluctant to be bested by his twin. Unfortunately, try as he might to free himself, Ribyna wasn’t showing any sign of letting Fahjoth escape; to exacerbate matters, their antics had attracted Pip’s attention, who came bounding over to them with excited barks. Tail flailing from side to side, she lunged at Fahjoth, once again licking his face as she joined the fray.

“Say you surrender!” she jeered, grinning wickedly as she held her brother tightly in an unforgiving chokehold.

“Gerroff! You’re getting blood all over me!” Fahjoth exclaimed, wrinkling his nose in disgust despite laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Eventually though, he figured it would be better to give in. “Alright, alright! I surrender! Now for fuck’s sake, get off-!”

At last, Ribyna accepted his yield and she let Fahjoth go, snickering as she returned to the tent and attempted to wipe the blood from her face. Fahjoth trooped in after her once he managed to calm Pip down again, soaking wet and covered in mud from the rain, while Merrick was on hand to offer Ribyna a handkerchief for her nose.

“Right, well, have you two gotten that out of your systems?” Abik asked, brow raised as he appraised the twins with a mock stern expression, and the both of them grinned back sheepishly.

“Yup. That was fun,” Ribyna said, holding the handkerchief to her nose. Abik scoffed and shook his head in response, while Merrick gently held Ribyna’s face with one hand and raised the other to her nose.

“I think we’ve got different definitions of ‘fun’, Beebs,” he remarked, a warm golden glow beginning to radiate from his palm. Ribyna sat still and allowed herself to be healed, grinning all the while.

“At least we know I can kick Fahjoth’s arse, whatever the weather” she drawled, and Fahjoth snorted derisively.

“Says the one who’s covered in their own blood!” he retorted, unable to contain a laugh. Abik rolled his eyes and tossed Fahjoth over a clean scrap of linen, and the four of them winced as Pip entered the shelter and shook off her thick grey fur, covering them all in flecks of dirty water.

“Get yourself cleaned up too, Fahjoth. Don’t want you dripping muck all over the place.”

Fahjoth obliged, gazing around the shelter in admiration as he stopped to really take it in. “How’d you keep it so dry in here, anyway? I thought it’d be soaked through by now in this weather.”

“Oh, that’s just Merrick being a genius,” Ribyna answered him proudly. “He used a water walking spell on the top. It’s keeping the water right off!”

Merrick blushed, dismissing the praise with a wave of his hand. “It was quite simple. Not a big deal at all, really.”

“You say that, but magic is hard! Me and Ribyna can barely manage a flame spell between us,” Fahjoth laughed. Ribyna, however, appeared inspired.

“After this cult bullshit is done with, can you teach me some spells?” she asked, gingerly tapping her nose as Merrick finished up his healing magic. He paused, seemingly surprised before he nodded with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, course I can! What d’you want to learn the most?”

“Everything!” Ribyna gushed. “Healing, fireballs, invisibility- oh, and levitation! Imagine being able to just fly whenever you want!”

Merrick responded with a wry grin. “Even if I knew levitation magic, I couldn’t teach it to you. Didn’t you know? They banned it earlier this year.”

Ribyna’s face fell at the news. “What?!” she exclaimed, not bothering to hide her disappointment. “Seriously? That’s bullshit!”

Merrick shrugged with a sympathetic smile. “I know, it’s a shame. I wouldn’t have minded learning it myself.”

“Maybe it’s for the best. I think I’d shit myself if I saw Ribyna suddenly flying towards me in midair,” Fahjoth commented, laughing as Ribyna pouted and gave him the middle finger in response. However, Fahjoth’s attention was suddenly grabbed by the arrival of a blonde Imperial to the Waterfront, and he bit his lip with trepidation while considering his options. A knowing look from Abik settled his resolve, and Fahjoth stood up once more. “Hey lads, I’m just gonna...” He gestured vaguely towards the newcomer, and his companions nodded in understanding.

“Good luck!” Merrick said, giving Fahjoth a thumbs up.

“If he upsets you again, come tell me and I’ll beat him up!” Ribyna added, and Fahjoth snorted.

“Yeah, I believe you! I’ll let you know,” Fahjoth joked, flashing them all a grin before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the downpour once more. Jogging slightly to catch up with the Imperial, Fahjoth raised his voice. “Cassius!”

Cassius stopped, squinting against the rain as Fahjoth hastened to catch up with him. The awkward air between them was more than tangible, and Fahjoth was for a moment lost for words. “Can we talk-?” he started, only to shut his mouth instantly as Cassius spoke.

“Look, Fahjoth, I’ve been thinking, and I... I need to apologise,” he said, his expression remorseful. “I shouldn’t have just... dismissed your worries like that.”

“Oh...” Rather stunned by the quick turnaround, Fahjoth managed a weak smile. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“You know what I’m like. I can be such a dick sometimes.” Cassius shot Fahjoth a grateful smile, offering out his hand which he took without hesitation. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah, course we are,” Fahjoth replied, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and relief as he gave Cassius’ hand an affectionate squeeze. “Has there been any news yet?”

“Not yet, but I can’t see Shadra being much longer. She should be back... any time now, really.” Cassius turned his gaze out towards Lake Rumare, softly intertwining his fingers with Fahjoth’s. “You’re not still worrying, are you? ‘Cause I promise, I wouldn’t have challenged them if I thought there was any real danger.”

Deep down, Fahjoth did indeed still have his misgivings, but he decided to hide them for the sake of avoiding confrontation. Instead, he shook his head. “I’m fine. I was talking to Abik and Merrick as well, and... well, I feel a bit better.”

“Oh yeah? Gossiping about me, were you?” Cassius teased, and Fahjoth playfully knocked his shoulder against his.

“Not everything’s about you, y’know!”

“Hm, I dunno. That sounds fake,” Cassius laughed, only to pause and look around as another voice suddenly called for him, loud and clear despite the incessant rain and soft rumbling of thunder in the distance.

“Cassius.”

Instantly, Fahjoth’s worries returned and amplified tenfold as Shadra approached them. The look on her face was enough to tell them everything, but Cassius inquired anyway.

“What’s the verdict?”

Shadra paused to take a deep breath, before making the grim announcement Fahjoth had been dreading.

“They didn’t take the bait. They’re meeting us here at dawn. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Cassius frowned, suddenly looking concerned. Evidently he hadn’t been expecting such a development so soon. “Alright... cheers, Shadra. Let everyone you can know... I still don’t think it’ll come to anything, but we need to make sure we’re all armed as well.”

“On it,” Shadra replied, dipping her head towards them both before departing once more. Cassius turned to Fahjoth, trying to look reassuring but failing to completely conceal his grim expression.

“It’ll be fine, Fahjoth. Try not to worry, alright?”

He leaned in close to leave a soft kiss on Fahjoth’s lips, before excusing himself and walking off into the haze. Fahjoth watched him go, then glanced over to the makeshift shelter, where three pairs of inquisitive eyes stared back. Fahjoth heaved a sigh. He was well and truly soaked by now under the lashing rain, but somehow he no longer cared, and he frowned and rubbed his brow with unease.

“Gods, I wish I had your confidence...”

#oc: fahjoth #oc: ribyna #tes #tes fic #morrowind #dunmer #dunmer oc #nerevarine #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfiction #tes iii: morrowind

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luluxa · 4 years

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Upon request, re-posting an old au minific I appear to have deleted.

It was caused by this Signs bit:

Knights: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius (Jeremy, Andy, Richard)

Dragons: Capricorn (James)

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James really does hate filming high up on shit mountain roads, driving a shit broken car. He feels highly uncomfortable there in his feeble human body, wanting to just rip off the mask and fly. Flight is natural, flight is safe, while being trapped in a flimsy metal box clamps his throat with panic. James’s wings ache for a fly when he’s so high up, and in the same time, he’s scared shitless he will lose control and give himself away. He tells everyone it’s a phobia to explain his nervousness. Then again, he’s also got his very own light aircraft, and has no problem driving on good mountain roads in supercars – options he deems safe, since he’s entirely in control then, and while it renders his claim a bit suspicious, it’s written off to his general weirdness, thankfully.

He tells Jeremy and Richard to stay away from him on that insane Bolivian road, knowing he’ll be concentrating too much on driving his shit car and maintaining the mask to react in a camera-friendly way to the usual bugging. James is pretty certain he won’t give himself away completely, but he can’t be positive he won’t do something stupid, like shoving his machete down Jeremy’s throat.

It appears, though, that annoyance isn’t his worst enemy.

“I have no brakes!” Richard yells over the radio, sounding panicky. “I can’t fucking – I’m going to drive into the fucking cliff on purpose because it’s the only way I can stop!”

“Quit yelling,” James tells him. “Just stay away from the edge.”

Richard swears at him, and then a huge truck materialises out of nowhere in a cloud of dust and Richard veers away from it sharply towards the abyss.

“Fuck!”

It’s the last thing Richard gets to say before his brake-less car tips over the brim and disappears.

James stops breathing, braking on autopilot and jumping out of the car in the same time. He can’t quite control himself afterwards. The rational human thinking vanishes between one heartbeat and another, replacing with the ancient and instinctive knowledge. He can save Richard.

He jumps after the Toyota, spreading his wings mid-dive. It takes another second to grab the toy-like tin can and then Richard, who falls out of it. He’s alive but has hit his head and is unconscious, James realises immediately, already gliding along the narrow canyon. He’s crushed the Toyota, he notes absently, and drops it down, since it’s useless now.

And then the reality kicks in.

Yeah, he’s managed to save Richard. But he also fucked everything up beyond repair.

James turns around and flies back to the spot he took off from. The traffic has stopped and there is a growing crowd on the road – locals, the camera crew and Jeremy, all of them staring up in astonishment and horror. James doesn’t want to land there, but Richard needs medical help, probably having a concussion, and James needs to explain himself. Or he can just run away. Well, fly away, now when he’s blown his cover.

It’s dead silent on the road when he touches the ground and puts Richard on it gently. He seems impossibly tiny compared to James’s clawed dragon paws. He edges away, glancing up to meet Jeremy’s eyes, white with shock.

James almost puts the mask back on, wanting to shrink down and hide, but that won’t improve anything now, will it? He’s ruined everything. His only consolation is that Richard’s alive and more or less okay, but that won’t improve anything either, in the end. James is still a dragon who has lied to his closest friends and the whole fucking world. He’s lied to a bunch of Knights’ descendants, more to the point, who hate Dragons not only on principle or tradition, but because they have it in their very blood.

James imagines the reaction he’s about to face and runs away, and then even farther so, ripping a portal to the Other Side and diving into the white light. He will have to apologise anyway, but not right now. He can’t do it right now.

Jeremy’s so shocked he can’t speak for the whole ten minutes. He watches the Dragon – James, for fuck’s… how can it be James? – fly away and then disappear entirely in a bright flash. He just fucking vanishes, without a word, leaving Richard lying lifeless in the dirt.

It’s when he finally snaps out of his stupor and moves, checking Richard’s pulse – it’s there, and he stirs when Jeremy squeezes his wrist tightly with relief. Jeremy still can’t speak, though, just watching helplessly as some locals and their own doctor fuss over him.

James has saved his life. James has fucking turned into a Dragon out of nowhere and saved his life. It doesn’t make any bloody sense!

“What happened?” Richard asks with confusion when he’s finally seated up and declared all right. “I can’t remember anything. Again.” He adds, sounding scared. “Where’s my Toyota? Where’s James? He was right behind me.” He glances around, eyes large.

Jeremy sniffs. “The weirdest shit has happened,” he says, finding his voice at last. “It’s all on tape, I hope, because I need to watch it.”

The locals discuss the incident loudly in Spanish, repeating ‘Dragón’ over and over again, until even Richard catches up.

“Dragon?” he says, scowling. “Would someone explain me what the hell is going on?”

Jeremy glances at Andy helplessly, hoping he would do it for him, but Andy looks just as lost as Jeremy feels.

He sighs. “Well, I haven’t seen it, but I think your brakes gave up entirely and you fell over the edge. James was right behind you, and he – and I can’t believe I’m saying it – turned into a Dragon and went right after you. He flew away when he brought you back.”

Richard stares at him blankly, then snorts. “Very funny. Now, seriously, what happened?”

It takes half an hour and Iain showing him the actual tape to convince him. Jeremy watches too, because he begins to doubt himself. But nope. Here he is, fucking James May, a hairy idiot in a bandana, jumping out of his ridiculous Suzuki and suddenly turning into a huge, glowing fucking beast with silver wings. His scaly tail swipes Iain’s camera car as he jumps off, making it fly a few feet backwards – the image shakes and wobbles and then stabilises again.

Jeremy can’t help but stare in awe once more at the Dragon gliding easily and gracefully down the canyon, the Toyota in one paw and Richard invisible in the other.

“I feel faint again,” Richard complains, watching James lower him on the ground. “That’s impossible!”

It is, but it’s happened anyway.

James takes most of the road in his dragon form, people scattering away from his tail and his wings. His eyes are electric blue and Jeremy can recall the heat emanating from his hide. It was a breath-taking fucking picture. And a pretty exciting one.

It was hella exciting picture, Jeremy has to admit, watching James turn around and leap right up into the air, spreading his wings, all in one smooth motion. There is no odd awkwardness in the Dragon that human James possesses, no visible pudginess, just streamline muscle and silver, bright on his wings and dusty on his tail. Jeremy might have always hated Dragons for their nature, but deep down inside he also has always found them quite magnificent visually, and James is no ugly specimen, both in human and Dragon form. As for the nature…

“Lying fuck,” Jeremy growls, when the tape ends. “Sneaky, lying, deceiving fucking bastard!”

Richard takes a breath but doesn’t say anything, scowling.

James is gone for a month.

He doesn’t appear in his house and Richard has to take Fusker to Wales. Richard checks his phone surreptitiously for messages, while Jeremy fumes and refuses to talk about the incident. It’s a pretty huge elephant of a subject and no one knows what to do about it.

The tabloids can’t fucking calm down, the Beeb can’t calm down, they are constantly bothered by the paps, the fans, the management, friends, and also, alarmingly, the Dragons. Jeremy tells them all to fuck off.

“He’s saved my life,” Richard says one night to him, when he has consumed a sufficient amount of wine to at least not walk right away. “I don’t bloody care if he ate people before Top Gear, he’s saved my life and he’s my friend. I’m not dismissing him. If he ever turns up, that is.”

Jeremy snorts. “A lying fuck and a coward.”

Just like that, Richard is angry. “Well, with your brilliant attitude, I don’t blame him! I wouldn’t want to put up with your ungratefulness either!”

Jeremy pours himself more wine sulkily. “I don’t so much care he’s a Dragon as that he’s a deceiving fucking Dragon. We were friends. He could’ve just said something.”

“Oh yeah?” Richard winces. “I have a wall in my house covered in Knight portraits and weaponry. I’ve got a Dragon skull in my backyard. So do you. So does Andy. I suppose he didn’t want to find out how rusty is that spear over your desk if you suddenly decided to shove it through his gut.”

Jeremy pouts. “I would never do anything like that!”

Richard shrugs. “Yeah, but neither of us was ever reserved about hating the fuck out of the ‘flying geckos’. I imagine it wasn’t nice to listen to, day after day.”

“Well, he should’ve chosen a better company to hang out, then!” Jeremy retorts testily. “He knew who we are, no one was twisting his arm or begging to stay with us.”

“So you don’t want him to come back, in that case?” Richard asks bitterly. He doesn’t want to choose between Jeremy and James. They are both his friends, they are both a bit annoying and a bit great. How is he supposed to choose?

Jeremy seems to deflate, though, sighing. “Don’t be stupid, of course I want him to come back. He’s not in a hurry, though, is he? Maybe he decided he’s had enough,” he mutters morosely into his wine.

Ah. Richard huffs. He has two hurt and scared idiots on his hands, then, and the only thing he can do is wait helplessly until James decides to resurface from the Other Side or wherever it was he’d fucked off to.

Maybe he should locate a psychic, or something, who could at least send a message?

Or maybe James senses something on his own, being a Magical bastard, because on the next day after the conversation, he comes back.

The track is quiet, the portakabin is quiet. There are few people hanging about and they all stare as James drives through the gates and parks by the porch.

He waves at them, upon climbing out, receiving uncertain wry smiles and hesitant nods.

For fuck’s sake. He never was anything other than civilised and it’s not like he’s about to fry someone’s head off now, all of a sudden.

The portakabin is half-empty but those present fall completely silent as he passes by. It’s getting annoying, James decides. He pauses in front of the presenters room’s closed door, glancing back and meeting spooked stares. Would they faint if he growled at them?

James doesn’t do anything of sorts, of course. He opens the door and walks in.

Jeremy is busy typing something angrily into his laptop, facing away. Richard glances up, though, and kicks Jeremy’s chair to get his attention.

“Hello,” James says, stuffing his hands in the pockets, not moving anywhere from the door. He’ll need that to put between himself and Jeremy who looks like he’s about to hurl a table into his face.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Jeremy asks, voice almost a growl. “I don’t recall sending you on a leave.”

James blinks, expecting a rather different kind of abuse.

“Wanker,” Richard adds, grinning, and then walks over to hug James, which is another form of abuse James didn’t expect.

He swallows, waiting the hug out. “Sorry,” he says in the end, confused and not sure how to proceed.

He expected anger and accusations, he expected to be fired and told to never show up again, ever. He was evidently mistaken and also being a bit of a twat.

“Yeah, you should be sorry,” Jeremy points out. He’s put the laptop aside to lean forward in the chair and stare at James sharply over his glasses. “You should’ve told us years ago.”

James shifts uncomfortably. He should’ve, but he was never too courageous, or too open, or trusting enough. He shrugs. “I prefer having a human life,” he says guiltily. “I’d rather be human. I hoped if I pretended hard enough –“ he halts, confronted by two bemused frowns. “You’re right about the Dragons, you know,” he tries again. “We’re a vile, bad-tempered, arrogant bunch. I don’t really like being any of that and spending more time around humans helps.” He sighs at the bewilderment both Richard and Jeremy are emanating. “I have always been a rather shit Dragon,” he says with a wry smirk. “So I decided to see if I can be a less shit human. It’s not that I’ve succeeded, evidently,” he mutters to himself, when no spark of understanding crosses his mates’ faces.

He almost steps away when Jeremy gets up and walks towards him, but then he realises there’s no threat in the set of Jeremy’s shoulders, but something fragile about his face –

“You’re a bloody idiot,” Jeremy tells him and hugs him as well.

Frankly, that’s too much hugging in one day, James thinks faintly. He certainly didn’t deserve any of it.

“I never noticed you were so hot,” Jeremy mutters into James’s hair then, holding him tight.

Richard snorts.

“Hot?” James asks cautiously.

Jeremy stills for a second and straightens up hastily, pushing him away. He appears to be blushing. “To the touch! Temperature-wise!” he squeaks.

James squints at him, finding the blush very interesting. “You should’ve touched me more,” he says wryly, making Jeremy’s embarrassment more pronounced. “I tend to get hotter when people get up close,” he adds, smirking. “Can’t help it.”

Jeremy rubs his neck, finally grinning too.

Richard looks like he doesn’t know whether to laugh at them or roll his eyes. “Yeah, maybe leave the experimentation in that area until I’m not in the room. In the meanwhile, can we finally agree that James is staying so we can go film some more of Top Gear?”

When Jeremy nods, James allows himself to relax at last. “Seriously, I’m sorry. If you have any questions I’ll try to get over myself and answer them. Maybe not all of them, though,” he adds, upon a second thought. “Gotta maintain some mystery.”

Jeremy scoffs and Richard gets to have his eye-roll, at last, which puts the end to the reunion.

They summon Andy and Porter, request more tea and candy bars, and then argue for the rest of the day about the pressing matter of how to present James’s sudden non-humanness to the audience. It’s odd and familiar in the same time, and makes James believe that more things remained the same rather than changed irrevocably.

Maybe he was right about his choice, after all.

And he’s certainly chose right people to befriend.

#j/j #minific

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freelancearsonist · 4 years

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9. “What the hell is that?” “…My pet loth-cat.” “Loth-cats don’t have eight legs!”

24. “Please stop petting the test subject.”

Thank you so much! This literally couldn’t have worked out better lol

Poe isn’t entirely sure why he’s walking to your quarters at two in the morning. All he knows is that he had a nightmare and he can’t get back to sleep, and maybe he’s kind of hoping that you’ll give him a hug. Your hugs are amazing—he loves when your tiny body wraps around him and you hold him like he’s the only thing in the galaxy that matters. He doesn’t like you or anything it’s just… a small crush. That’s it. It’s just a fondness because you’re the only person on base who will hug him in the middle of the night.

He knows that’s not entirely true, but he’s hoping that it will be if he repeats it enough.

When he turns the corner and approaches your quarters, he’s amazed to see a sliver of light under your door. He has no clue what you’re doing up at this hour, but he’s a bit relieved. He would’ve felt guilty if he had to wake you up. He becomes a lot less concerned about himself and a lot more concerned about you, though, when you open the door.

“What- oh, hey, Poe! What’re…. what’re you doing here?” You look like you’ve just returned from the seventh layer of Hell. Your hair is sticking up in every possible direction, your clothes are pretty much shredded right off of your body, and you’re visibly trembling.

He just stares at you like you’re on fire—and he’s honestly not that far off. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Oh, just… uh… finishing some work,” you try to answer nonchalantly. Poe hears a scratching sound behind you, and you try to fill the entire doorway with your body so he can’t see whatever’s going on. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he answers, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. This has happened often enough that you know exactly what he means. “What kind of work are you doing?”

“Studying some local wildlife.”

He raises an eyebrow. “In your quarters? At two in the morning?”

“In my quarters. At two in the morning.”

And then he sees it. The thing looks fucking vicious, and suddenly your appearance makes a hell of a lot more sense to him. “What the hell is that?”

You glance over your shoulder, and Poe thinks he hears you mutter a string of curse words. “…My pet loth-cat.”

He curiously pushes past you and crouches down a safe distance away from the creature. “Loth-cats don’t have eight legs, (Y/N)!”

You inhale a deep breath, realizing that no matter what lie you manage to concoct he’ll end up figuring out the truth. “Okay, if I’m being one hundred percent honest, I have no fucking clue what it is. It’s some local species that I’ve never even heard of before, and it managed to get out of its cage.”

“It’s kind of…cute.”

Yeah. Maybe when it’s not clawing the shit out of you.”

Poe’s breath hitches when the little cougar-looking thing starts approaching him, prepared to be eaten alive. Instead, it tentatively sniffs him and then rubs its little face against his leg. He slowly extends his hand, which the damn thing nuzzles like it didn’t just try to tear you in half.

You let out an annoyed sigh as you head to your dresser for a change of clothes. “Please stop petting the test subject.”

He gives you an amused smile as he rubs the little thing’s ears. “Maybe if you treated it like an actual animal instead of a test subject, you wouldn’t look like… that.”

You just roll your eyes, but you can’t help smiling. Poe’s annoying as hell sometimes, sure, but you don’t mind. Not even a little bit. “Turn around,” you instruct him before you start undressing. “You had another nightmare?”

He hesitates for a moment. “Yeah. It wasn’t bad, I just… couldn’t get back to sleep. Now, I’m kind of glad I came. Whatever this is, it’s adorable.”

“Yeah, well, wait until it starts clawing you with all eight legs. It didn’t feel very adorable.”

“What’re you gonna do with it when you’re done?” He asks quietly.

“Release it back to the wild,” you answer with a shrug as you pull on your fresh, not shredded pants. “Where it belongs. Please don’t tell me you’re considering domesticating that thing.”

He just shrugs vaguely. “I dunno. It’s really cute. Beebs could use a friend.”

You can’t help laughing at that as your hands land on his shoulders. You gently work at his tense muscles, and he leans into your touch. “You’re such a dork. You can’t just go around adopting wind animals.”

“The hell I can’t,” he mumbles stubbornly, letting out a small whimper as your fingers meet with a particularly tight spot. “Thank you. For always taking care of me, I mean.”

Your heart warms a little bit as you watch the little beast crawl onto Poe’s lap and nuzzle its face into his stomach. Maybe it isn’t that bad, after all.

“Of course,” you say like it means nothing. “I’ll always take care of you.”

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holdyourfire · 4 years

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taylir gar Tracyn

hold your Fire (Mando’a)

Fic rating: General with a couple Mature chapter in the middle

Fic Tags: Poe x OFC, hurt/comfort, angst, massive slow burn, pining, eventual fluff, Mandalorians, enemies to friends to...,

Fic warnings: mild sexual content, panic attacks, minor character death

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Chapter 3 - Friction

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Poe was woken the next day, by a string of unrelenting beeps from his BB unit. He groaned.

“Has the alarm even gone yet? Let me sleep ‘til the alarm goes off.”

He stayed where he was, eyes beginning to droop shut when the familiar alarm blared through the barrack speakers.

Instantly, BB-8 rolled away from his charging port to intentionally bump against Poe’s bunk.

“Urgh!”

Poe hauled himself upright, sitting on the edge of his cot and blinking blearily at his little droid who peered up at him.

“Mornin’ buddy,” he drawled through a yawn.

BB-8 hummed before chirping excitedly.

“Well, you’ll see her when we're about to leave. Unless you come to first-meal. Why are you so excited to meet her?”

BB whirred, jostling his body back and forth. Poe frowned.

“I didn’t mean to make her sound really cool. Is that really how it appeared?”

The droid just warbled affirmatively. Poe sighed heavily. Perfect.

“Just remind me of the stuff I need to pack after first-meal ok?”

Poe stood and stretched before shaking his head violently in the mirror, inspecting his hair. His usual routine of getting dressed was hastened by BB-8 bumping repeatedly against the door in his annoying but successful attempt to make Poe hurry up.

“Alright, alright! Let’s go,” he said nudging the little droid with the side of his foot to get past him. He stepped out and instantly collided with Karé.

“Sorry,” he grunted.

She just snorted, amused.

“Watch where you’re going, flyboy. I was just heading to get Avara.”

She strode over to room three and knocked. No reply.

“She’s probably already gone with the others. C’mon, we’re late.”

“Late? The second bell hasn’t gone yet." He blinked. "Has it?”

Karé rolled her eyes.

“I guess it rang while you were washing your precious hair.”

“Funny.”

They jogged towards the mess hall, BB-8 bumbling after them. The pilots were sitting at the usual corner table this time, along with a lot more people than usual.

Probably here because I’ll be off on a mission. Or, he thought, suddenly frowning, they’re here to meet Deccol. Word does travel fast in a small base like this. Who wouldn’t want to meet a Mandalorian?

Heads turned towards him as they walked through the rows of tables. Nods, waves and murmurs of ‘good luck’ and ‘be safe,’ followed him and Karé as they reached their table. A loud cheer rose from the pilots gathered as they spotted him, and he grinned, warmth exploding in his chest.

He was stuck in the swarm of about fifteen rowdy pilots for at least twenty minutes, all of them wanting to say farewell and wish him luck. Even BB-8 got a round of pats.

Iolo eventually came to the rescue, no doubt sent by Karé.

“Sorry guys, but this guy needs his big breakfast and his caf, or you know what he’s like during the day. We wouldn’t want to inflict grumpy-Poe on his new partner now, would we?”

After a smatter of laughter, a few more hair ruffles and back slaps, the group moved on, leaving the table to the usuals. Poe turned to Iolo.

“Since when am I grumpy?” asked Poe indignantly, as he tried to fix his hair.

“My friend,” said Iolo, mockingly wise, “Poe Dameron is thirty per cent recklessness, twenty-five stupidity and twenty cockiness.”

“You missed out twenty-five per cent.”

“That’s the grumpy part.”

Poe punched him as they sat down at the table.

Deccol was already there, tucking into her meal. She nodded in greeting, her mouth full. That’s when BB-8 decided to announce himself. He trilled loudly at her side and she turned to look down at him, confused.

“Avara, you don’t know binary, do you?” Jess asked.

Deccol shook her head. The astromech moaned, upset.

“Well, that’s BeeBee-Eight. He’s Poe’s son,” said Karé.

BB-8 moved to nudge his master’s leg affectionately as Poe rolled his eyes at Karé’s description.

“He’s my astromech droid,” he corrected. “The best one there is,” he added fondly.

“He’s the one coming with us, isn’t he?”

“Yep. You’ll learn how to talk to him in time, it’s not hard.”

“So,” began Snap, disrupting the conversation about BB, “How much about this mission can you tell us? When will you be back?”

Poe looked around at his friends, all leaning towards him, watching seriously, worry etched in their faces. His heart swelled in sudden affection for them. He sighed sadly.

“I don’t know. We have tasks to complete,” he said looking to Deccol, “and we don’t know how many. Leia just said they’re important.”

And dangerous.

He swallowed nervously.

“You’ll make it back. You always do,” assured Jess. Poe just nodded, his throat tight. Karé and Snap exchanged a worried look.

“Now eat! Don’t let us ruin your appetite.”

Poe smiled and ducked his head down to obey the command, his stomach loosening slightly.

Deccol had just observed the whole interaction without a word.

***

Poe was pacing his quarters, almost tearing his hair out.

“No, no! Beebs, it’s something else! Kriff… what am I forgetting?”

He was packing his carry-bag.

“You’d think this would be straight-forward,” he growled, kicking a box aside grumpily as he scanned the stuff thrown around his room.

I’m forgetting something so obvious I’m going to kick myself when I remember it.

“Clothes, toiletries, my jacket,” he began chanting, sticking out one finger with each. “Credits, my datapad, my hair stuff, my holster, my tools… What else?”

Everything he had listed out was already in his bag.

He and Deccol were due to leave in under half an hour. And he was still here, holed up in his quarters, fussing about what to pack, things strewn around in his haste to find what was needed.

A sharp knock sounded on the door. BB-8 darted towards it, bumping over Poe’s various belongings.

“No BeeBee, wait-” he cried, lunging for the droid.

BB opened the door before he could be stopped. To reveal Deccol. Kriff. Damnit, Bee. She was wearing more armour than she had previously.

“Dameron, are you-”

She took in Poe, stumbling over a discarded shirt in his haste to stop his little droid and instantly averted her gaze, looking pointedly away from him. It took him a second to realise why.

He leaned down and whipped his shirt up, the ring on the chain around his neck whacking against his forehead. He pulled the shirt over his head, pink dusting his cheeks. He thought he could detect a slight colour change on her face too.

“Uh, sorry. BeeBee is always a bit hasty when opening my door.”

“Yeah, I- uh- I heard through the door.”

Poe blushed more, fingers running through his hair as BB yipped gleefully. Poe glared at him.

“So I take it you’re not ready to go?”

“I will be,” he sighed. “I just hate packing. Nothing unusual.”

“I could help?” she offered.

He was about to give a snobby reply of ‘I don’t need your help to pack a bag, I'm not a child,’ when BB-8 hummed appreciatively before Poe could open his mouth. The droid stretched out his claw to grab Poe’s leather jacket on the floor, dragging it to Deccol's feet. She bent over to take it, smiling at his droid.

“I think you need this.”

Poe swiped it from her grasp and slipped it on, embarrassed.

“Well, what have you got packed so far?”

He listed it out reluctantly.

She frowned. “Aren’t you carrying any weapons?”

Poe Dameron, it’s time to kick yourself.

“Shit! That’s right!” He darted over to his closet, kneeling down to open the lowest drawer, pulling out his blaster pistol and a knife. “I mean we do get issued the standard rifles, but everyone prefers to carry their own weapons for missions.”

“Makes sense.”

Poe looked over his shoulder.

She was leaning against the door frame, watching BB-8 roll back and forth, desperately trying to sort Poe’s scattered belongings. She had a bemused smile on her face and Poe almost found the corners of his mouth beginning to lift at the sight of it, before mentally slapping himself.

Let’s not do that. You already look like an idiot, let's not make it worse.

He dumped his blaster and knife into his bag and buckled it shut, hoisting it over his shoulder.

“BeeBee, did you go scan those freighters at the end of the strip, like I asked you to? Did you find a good one?”

BB-8 chirped.

“We’re using a freighter? What model?”

“You familiar with the Ghtroc Seven-Twenty light freighter? I figured that would be suitable for us. The Resistance has a couple of old ones lying around so I sent BeeBee to scan the ship systems to make sure we took the best one.”

“That model does sound familiar. A small freighter should be good.”

They stepped outside, Poe taking a last glance at his room before locking the door. I’m gonna miss this place, he thought with a pang. I always miss the familiarity.

Deccol picked up a long, unusual looking rifle and slung the strap over her shoulder, before picking up a small bag and a helmet with the famous T-shaped visor that she tucked under her arm.

Poe took this chance to get a better look at the extra armour she had on. A cuirass, complete with a chest plate, pauldrons and backpiece, along with two thigh guards, one shin guard.

“Isn’t it a bit early to get all suited up?”

BB-8 whirred ahead of them, leading the way to their freighter enthusiastically.

“It’s easier to wear it than carry it.”

“That’s true I guess. It must be a hassle to wear so much all the time though.”

“At the start it was,” she countered, “but I’m used to it now.”

BB-8 was rolling back towards them beeping loudly, interrupting their semi-small talk. He looped around the partners before barrelling off in front again, still beeping.

Poe chuckled.

“According to Beebs, we need to hurry up.”

***

E/N: Next chapter kicks off a bit more! Their mission begins in Chapter 4.

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rosesutherlandwrites · 5 years

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I Miserabili-Episode 3

I found my entire watch this week plagued by That Other Adaptation. Because this version feels like it’s showing every way they’ve gotten it wrong.

Fantine: in episode two she sunk into misery on the exact same trajectory, within the same length of time and it was heartbreaking but you never had to watch cringing as awful things happened. It was enough to know that they did and how Fantine was effected by it all.

This episode: we start with the Thenardiers, who continue to be generally awful and slimy, and appear to be in some financial trouble themselves, but the day is saved when they get a letter and 300 francs from M.Madeline to settle Fantine’s debts, and asking them to bring Cosette to her. Of course, they instead decide that Fantine has a rich lover now and Cosette is a gold mine, and start working on a letter back. A little bonus here: Baby Gavroche--we don’t see him, but the exchange about how Mme T should go shut him up is there. Also, honourable mention to the guy in this scene who implies that Thenardier is in the direct employ of Satan himself. To his face. Bravo Monsieur, whoever you are.

Next we catch up with Fantine at the hospital--there is bit or Urgently Whispered Exposition between...random hospital lady and Soeur Simplice. (An aside: Simplice is gorgeous. Seriously. I am having terribly sinful thoughts about a nun. Who is older than my grandmother, in real life. Kill me.) Madeline took off to Arras at the crack of dawn, who knows why. Fantine wakes, hears he’s gone and assumes he is off to fetch Cosette, and gets a heartbreaking speech about how happy she will be to see her and what she expects she’ll be like now that Five Years Have passed. GUYS THERES AN ACTUAL TIMELINE and it made sense and was just addressed by a character see DAVIES YOU HACK IT ISN”T THAT HARD. Also this is kind of genius: we haven’t seen Cosette since Fantine left her as a toddler, and now we are going off of Fantine’s hopes for her and when we see what state she is actually in it is going to be HEARTBREAKING. The random lady actually walks out on this scene to go and hold her OWN daughter, this is how bad we feel for Fantine. The doctor comes to look at her, and listens. He says nothing but you can tell things are not good.

Meanwhile: Madelaine’s carriage has blown a wheel. Perhaps he won’t make it after all? Ha, psych! Here is another carriage. He continues on. They could have cut this out. It’s totally book accurate though, and it is well acted. You can see that JVJ keeps hoping that this is A SIGN that God doesn’t want him to expose himself.

He arrives just in time for the Trial. I am not parsing this whole thing. it’s more than half the episode(thought on that below). It’s all well done, and full of unexpected humour, a proper courtroom drama. And one moment where I would have given a great deal for a closeup on Valjean/Madeline for pure comic value, but it was not to be. The same actor who plays Valjean also plays Champmathieu!!! with different hair and bad teeth. This guy is bloody incredible and i love him? Madeline doesn’t stand up and admit who he is until the very end--hoping that they might just let the innocent man off, but no such luck. The entire end of this scene is...brilliant. Just brilliant. This soft spoken man, explaining who he is, and what prison made him into, and how he thought he might just become one of the good people again, but apparently not. All is silence in the stunned room, and he simply walks away...end credits over the sound of a horse running. A CW note for this scene--one lawyer, describing says that Champmathieu is simple...and then decides to push it further, to say that he is mentally challenged. The italian dialogue says he is “an idiot” (or so i believe...my italian is very very VERY limited), but the subtitles translate this as he “is retarded”. I get what they are trying to say, and that they are (i think) trying to use somewhat period-appropriate language (?) but for me at least, that’s not a word i expect to see just dropped in like that anymore. I consider it a slur, and it makes me cringe hard. So I thought I should let you know it’s in there.

Like i said above--this scene was super long and they probably could have cut...a lot of it, had they wanted to. The entire scene with the broken wheel could have gone too. I almost feel like they just needed the events to take up the full hour for TV, and that there was to much they HAD to tell to fit it onto the end of the poor episode or the start of the next. But.

BUT.

They didn’t make up anything to fill the time. No forest peeing. Nothing added to make it more edgy and timely. They just...KEPT STUFF FROM THE BOOK IN. THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE AN ACCURATE ADAPTATION. By giving characters room to breathe and show more of themselves, not by CHANGING THEIR MOST BASIC MOTIVATIONS. By making your timeline as clear as it can possibly be, not by SHIFTING IMPORTANT EVENTS AROUND AND SCREWING WITH HUGE PLOT POINTS.

BY TELLING THE AMAZING STORY THAT ALREADY EXISTS AND NOT MAKING CRAP UP TO MAKE IT “RELEVANT” AND “SEXY” AND STOKE YOUR OWN EGO.

ANyhoooooooooo. I came here not to throw major shade at the Beeb, but to review something else and look where I ended up. The long and short of it: I Mis is still knocking it out of the park as far as I’m concerned. And Andrew Davies can suck my metaphorical duck.

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Cyberons, sexy Zygons and Mark Gatiss: the bizarre world of the unofficial Doctor Who spin-offs

An oral history of the franchise's unlicensed spin-offs with Sylvester McCoy, Nick Briggs and those at the heart of Who's fan-made films

By Thomas Ling

Tuesday, 27th November 2018 at 1:19 pm

Colin Baker, the man who played The Sixth and arguably proudest Doctor, was next to naked. But he didn’t seem bothered by the bare front peeking through his limp dressing gown. And nor by the vision of a dying Peter Davison that had caused him to collapse while presenting a live TV weather report moments earlier.

Instead, in this semi-stripped moment, his focus belonged solely to Nicola Bryant, the actor who had played Doctor Who companion Peri – and the woman currently planting kisses down his exposed chest.

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A surprising turn, many would think, but Baker seemed completely at ease. Yet soon there would be things he couldn’t ignore.

Soon he’d unearth a plot to replace humans with a synthetic race that could survive a poisoned atmosphere. Soon he would encounter a mysterious Michael Moore-style filmmaker who took the appearance of Sylvester McCoy. And, perhaps most worrying of all, soon he’d witness an apparition of Jon Pertwee that would vanish as unexplained as it had appeared.

Of all the directions Doctor Who could have taken, few could have predicted this. Yet the above is exactly how many fans celebrated the show’s 30th anniversary in 1993: watching a half-naked Colin Baker in The Airzone Solution, a fan-made straight-to-video multi-Doctor story.

Except this wasn’t actually a Doctor Who story. Not officially, anyway. But while Baker, Davidson, McCoy and Pertwee weren’t actually playing Time Lords, The Airzone Solution was Doctor Who in all but name. As McCoy explains to us, the film was “a kind of shadow of Who. Something different with major Whovian influences.”

And although not a licenced Doctor Who production, The Airzone Solution had more of a standing in the fandom than anything the BBC had gifted Whovians since putting the show on hiatus four years earlier in 1989.

While the amateur filmmakers behind Airzone managed to reunite four Doctors for an hour-long special, the BBC’s planned anniversary extravaganza The Dark Dimension collapsed completely mid-production. From its wreckage the Beeb merely marked three decades of the most influential British sci-fi creation with a Doctor Who/EastEnders crossover introduced by Noel Edmonds.

True, this Children in Need short saw the Tardis back on BBC1, but Romana riffing with the Mitchell brothers and the Fifth Doctor crossing paths with Pat Butcher was hardly the glorious return of the Time Lords many had imagined.

So, with fans’ appetites unsatisfied, thousands fed their hunger for Who with The Airzone Solution and the string of 24 other spin-offs films that emerged in the show’s wilderness years – the decade and a half without a regular Doctor Who TV series.

They weren’t official BBC stories, but they did heavily borrow from Doctor Who mythology and featured a mix of past actors, characters and suspiciously familiar monsters (no points for guessing what the ‘Cyberons’ were based on).

More importantly, though, these films nurtured Who’s biggest stars of the revived series. Writer and actor Mark Gatiss, voice of the Daleks Nicholas Briggs and writer Robert Shearman, alongside the likes of Alan Cumming and Reece Shearsmith: all cut their teeth on these films.

And while many of these stars might look back at them with a blush, the spin-offs may well be the reason they ended up working on the revival show.

Despite their shaky CGI, shoestring Sontarans and nymphomaniac Zygons (more on that below), these films actually silently shaped the Doctor Who we know today…

The first, the unoriginal, you might say

It all started in Wartime. All 25 spin-offs were sparked by this 35-minute one-off, a fan-made story that centred on Whovian favourite Sergeant Benton. Although not a household name for modern Who viewers, Benton was a stalwart soldier of the Pertwee era of the show, a key UNIT officer who battled against Cybermen, Daleks and even dinosaurs on Britain’s streets.

Yet it’s not the return of original actor John Levene as Benton, the character’s surreal confrontation with his soon-to-be-widowed mother or even the fantastically 1980s CGI skull that stands out about Wartime. It’s the release date: 1987, two years before Who was pulled off air.

In other words, Wartime wasn’t made in response to the cancellation, but for a very different reason.

“We made Wartime because we weren’t happy with the way that Doctor Who was going and we thought we could do better,” says Wartime producer Keith Barnfather, one of the founding members of the Doctor Who Appreciation Society and former BBC and Channel 4 employee.

“That was an absolute joke considering the funds available. The only reason that [Wartime] got made was that everyone who did it did it virtually for nothing.”

With borrowed costumes, a minuscule budget of only a few thousand pounds and a filming location they had never visited beforehand, Barnfather and his newly-formed production company ReelTime Pictures got Wartime in the can in just three days – about a fifth of the time it takes to film a modern Who episode.

The result: a creaky-looking drama with questionable effects and an enthusiastic but ultimately forced performance from Levene. But all these glaring flaws weren’t important. All that mattered was it had got made. A group of fans had actually put together a real self-contained show set in the world of Doctor Who.

“I was happy – it was the first time we did anything and we actually finished it!” says Barnfather. “It’s not a bad little drama. Even today I can watch it and not cringe.”

Most importantly, however, Wartime proved that independent spin-offs were possible. It showed that Doctor Who stories didn’t require Doctor Who on BBC1. Because when the show was finally cancelled two years later in 1989, other also looked to put their own Who adventures on camera.

And this time the Doctors themselves would want in…

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Determined, brilliant, completely barking mad: there are many ways to describe Who filmmaker Bill Baggs. Indeed, some labelled him all three after he founded BBV Pictures in 1991, kick-starting projects with some truly out-of-this-world ambitions.

Why? Although only a young video editor at BBC Nottingham, the aspiring director/actor aimed to do more than tell Doctor Who stories about background UNIT soldiers. Baggs wanted the Doctors – and plenty of them.

Staggeringly, he got one in his first film. After a script was cobbled together for short drama Summoned by Shadows, Baggs approached Colin Baker to play a lead character known simply as The Stranger, a mysterious and eccentric unnamed traveller who roams time and space with a younger companion. Nothing like The Doctor, of course.

And despite not actually playing a Time Lord, or knowing virtually anything about the film, or having met the man behind it, Baker signed up.

“I could not believe it. I was wetting myself with excitement!” remembers Baggs. “As a Doctor Who fan you have little fantasies about this, but you never expect them to pan out! I was blown away and deeply honoured.”

Although we can’t be sure of Baker’s motives for coming on board – he declined to speak to us about the spin-offs – Baggs puts forward one theory: “I think from Colin’s point of view, he was doing a lot of theatre work after Doctor Who, so why not give up a few days and potentially invest in me, fool that he was,” he says with a laugh.

“From his point of view, I had no profile. He didn’t know me from Adam, apart from being this potentially up-and-coming director. But if you show passion and desire then often people will support you.”

Whatever the reason, Baker did join the project. And despite Baggs becoming cripplingly star-struck after meeting him at rehearsals (“I asked him for a cup of tea and disappeared down the corridor!”), filming soon started in true Doctor Who style: in an empty quarry – the same one, in fact, where Baker had filmed Attack of the Cybermen years earlier.

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Like Wartime, this drama had a minuscule budget (just £3000 in total) and, as with the majority of Doctor Who’s 1980s episodes, it hasn’t aged well. Baker’s wonderfully understated performance, however, still shines through. He’s quiet and thoughtful throughout, showing fans exactly what his widely-criticised Doctor could have been.

As Mark Gatiss later told Doctor Who magazine (issue 332) about the films: “I remember watching them and thinking they didn’t look very flashy, but in terms of trying to portray real characters they were a massive improvement on Doctor Who!”

Gatiss wasn’t the only one taken with Summoned by Shadows and what would become ‘The Stranger series’ – thousands bought the films on VHS by post and at conventions.

Demand became too high, in fact. “I had to set up three VHS machines in my bedroom and I was duplicating videos through the night,” says Baggs, recalling how he had to call on his parents to help his videotaping “mini-factory”.

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So many copies would be sold, in fact, that by 1993 Baggs had the confidence to embark on a project bigger than anything he done before: a one-off special for Who’s 30th Birthday, The Airzone Solution, the film that would eventually feature a scantily-clad Colin Baker.

Fortunately, that scene doesn’t represent most of the film. Penned by the emerging Nicholas Briggs, Airzone was an environmental thriller set in a near-future Britain where pollution forces the government to build giant filtration plants to clean the dying planet.

And in true Doctor Who style, these centres actually serve a much more sinister agenda: kidnapping and experimenting on innocents to create a new species of human.

Baker once again signed onto the project and Baggs convinced Peter Davison to jump aboard (“that was another moment of punching the air!” Baggs recalls). This was soon followed by McCoy, a monumental achievement considering he was technically still Who’s incumbent Doctor.

Like previous spin-offs, this was by no means a major project with BBC1 exposure and a large pay-packet. But, for McCoy at least, it was a way of keeping the fandom thriving.

“We wanted to feed a hunger that was alive at that time for more Doctor Who,” he says. “I knew the BBC had made a huge mistake by putting Doctor Who into hiatus. I also knew the fans loved [the spin-offs]. For the fans I thought ‘yeah I’ll do this!’”

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Furthermore, with a TV revival appearing absurdly unlikely in 1993, McCoy considered the project the only way Who could survive on screen.

“You might find this hard to believe, but I don’t really have a Tardis. I couldn’t really travel back in time and tell everyone ‘we’re going to make a TV film and then they’re going to bring it back again!’” he chuckles.

With these three star signings, others followed suit. Actors including Nicola Bryant, original Davros star Michael Wisher and the then-relatively-unknown Alan Cumming all joined the film.

But then someone even the omni-ambitious Baggs thought too unattainable got in touch: Jon Pertwee, The Third Doctor. “Sylvester came to me one day and he said ‘I’ve been speaking to Jon Pertwee and he’s been asking why he’s not in it. He might get in touch!’” Baggs remembers.

Sure enough, the call came, with Baggs happily at the former Doctor’s mercy. “It was very charming to actually have an actor so connected to the show call and say ‘I’m in it, whether you like it or not!’”

Pertwee may have been completely unfamiliar with the script when he turned up to set the next day – Peter Davidson actually had to hold up cue cards for him during scenes – but in it he was. And for two days, four Doctor Who leads were brought together for some good old-fashioned low-budget sci-fi.

“It obviously didn’t have quite the financial support that the BBC gave Doctor Who. But it was great because the fans were so involved,” recalls McCoy “We were treated very well. We all had a great time!”

McCoy’s recollections of the shoot are all positive, whether teasing Baker “for taking his job”, filming a chase scene that would fail any modern risk assessment (“I took my glasses off and would be driving around half blind!”), or simply spending time with his Doctor Who co-stars.

“I remember filming and just sharing the day with Colin, Peter and the glorious Jon Pertwee. It was great because it was still alive. When the BBC stopped it, you thought ‘well, that’s it, goodbye’. Doctor Who is one of the great jobs,” he says.

“And although this wasn’t Doctor Who, it was very like Doctor Who.”

The Pandorica opens

As suddenly as the Tardis surfacing from the time vortex, a whole series of Doctor Who spin-offs materialised after The Airzone Solution. Some good. Some bad. All brilliantly weird.

For ReelTime, the makers of Wartime, the next Who project entailed a team-up between Elisabeth Sladen’s Sarah Jane Smith and The Brigadier (a role reprised by original actor Nicholas Courtney) in a story called Downtime featuring the Great Intelligence and some gloriously low-budget Yeti monsters.

This was followed up by adventures featuring Sontarans, a Shakespeare-loving Draconian and even former Doctor Who companion Sophie Aldred, this time playing an unnamed character with, completely coincidently, the same direct way with words as Ace.

But while these characters were typically used with the BBC’s permission, other spin-offs – mostly those created by maverick Bill Baggs under BBV Pictures – simply gave a heavy nod to Who, such as the murderous robotic machines featured in Cyberon or the aforementioned interstellar traveller The Stranger.

But despite the glaring similarities, there seemed to be little fear of the BBC shutting down production. “We didn’t care!” laughs McCoy, who starred in many of Baggs’s later spin-offs. “They deserved to get annoyed because they abandoned it and the fans!”

On other occasions the dramas blended the show’s characters and actors in ways that, simply put, just didn’t make a lot of sense – even by Doctor Who’s timey-wimey standards.

Take the Torchwood-esque PROBE series, directed by Baggs and penned by future Who and Sherlock stalwart Mark Gatiss, a writer slowly gaining success with The League of Gentlemen at the time.

This mid-1990s series centred on the Preternatural Research Bureau, a paranormal investigations unit led by classic Doctor Who companion Liz Shaw, a character Baggs had got permission to use. Original actor Caroline John even reprised the role, a casting that appeared to ground the drama firmly within the world of Who.

However, for rights reasons PROBE wasn’t permitted to mention The Doctor or most events surrounding the show – a restriction that meant Liz was forced not to recognise a non-Time Lord character played by John Pertwee, an actor she had shared adventures with during his tenure as The Doctor.

Mostly, however, the spin-offs followed new characters battling old Doctor Who baddies as they wreaked havoc over the planet. Most notable of which were the Auton films.

Featuring the likes of Reece Shearsmith and CGI that rivalled that seen in the 2005 revival show, the first two of BBV’s ‘Auton Trilogy’ of the late nineties are widely considered the best independent Who spin-offs.

“They are by no means perfect, in fact they’re horribly flawed. But I wrote and directed both of them under fairly impossible budgetary and time constraints, with a lovely team of actors,” says Nicholas Briggs. “I think we managed to create something that worked pretty well.”

However, Auton’s biggest impact on the Who fandom came just before the revival of the main show. Just as the BBC had to reach a deal with the Terry Nation estate to use the Daleks in the show (negotiations that fell through at one point overallegations the broadcaster wanted to make a ‘gay Dalek’ cartoon), they had to consult Bill Baggs, who still held the rights to the Autons thanks to an agreement with the estate of creator Robert Holmes.

“Before it restarted, the BBC phoned me up and asked me if was okay for me to do an Auton show,” laughs Baggs.

“I told this to my wife thinking she wouldn’t say anything, but it happened to be the weekend she was at the Gallifrey convention. And a bit later I got a phone call saying ‘why does the whole universe know that the first episode is an Auton one?!’ I had to apologise humbly.”

Furthermore, some have said characters created for these fan-made spin-offs may have actually inspired those that appear in the main show. Foremost of which: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, UNIT commander and daughter of the Brigadier.

Kate appeared in Chris Chibnall’s The Power of Three in 2012 and the 50thanniversary special The Day of the Doctor – but a character with the same name, background and blonde hair first featured in fan-made film Downtime 17 years earlier.

“Let’s just say we came to an accommodation,” says Downtime producer Barnfather on his subsequent chats with the BBC around their use of the character. “I would never do anything that would hurt the programme or bring it into disrepute.”

Yet Kate Stewart aside, can we say these fan-made spin-offs really gave more to Doctor Who than they took? Did they really inspire the plots of modern Who? Considering the stories the show has produced since its 2005 revival: absolutely not.

However, what if you judge the impact of the spin-offs by the talent they gifted to the main show years later? Well, that’s when things get a lot more interesting…

Stars are born

However flawed these films were, they’re where the Who writers of today learned their craft. They didn’t just make talent like Mark Gatiss and Big Finish head Nick Briggs known amongst dedicated fans, they also gave them a platform to jump to the main show. And, even more importantly, they nurtured the creativity needed for their later projects.

Briggs is the prime example here. Through his extensive work in the world of unlicensed Who he perfected performing Dalek voices, mastering the equipment and vocal tics needed to make a convincing tinpot terror. And this meant when the BBC announced the Doctor Who revival, Russell T Davies was quick to get Briggs on board.

“[Davies] had me in mind from the moment he’d decided he was bringing the Daleks back – not just because he thought I was good at doing Dalek voices, but because he was aware that I had the technical know-how to recreate them,” Briggs explains. “In the absence of a BBC Radiophonic Workshop, I was the sort of total solution. Very lucky for me.”

However, the spin-offs did much more than offer Briggs a route onto the main show. “Any ‘turn around the block’ creating something, no matter how flawed, is invaluable experience for a writer or director or any kind of creative person,” he says.

“It’s one thing to dream, but it’s quite another thing to get the practical experience of actually creating and finishing something.

“[The spin-offs] gave us a real ‘go’ at bringing a dream to life, and helped us realise that we could not only create something, but create something worthy of an audience.

“Actually making things engenders a feeling of permission to create. That’s a big hurdle for any creative person. Do I have the right to create, to communicate, to entertain? Having practice at making something helps to give you that feeling of permission.”

Mark Gatiss echoed a similar sentiment in a League of Gentlemen blog, explaining that although he didn’t want it to be released on DVD, he had gained valuable experience writing The Zero Imperative, his first ever TV script.

“Christ, for all I knew, they were the only things I would ever get to make,” he said. “And I learned a frightening amount from working on them.”

And one of the lessons Gatiss appears to have learned is how to work with some tricky characters. Namely, Bill Baggs.

“I’m a constant meddler when it comes to the scripts,” recalls Baggs. “But Mark tolerated that really well. I remember we would sit together and improvise scenes, which I loved. I’d like to get hold of his writing sometimes and give it a tweak and an edit, but I take my hat off to him. He’s been so successful. There’s nobody else who deserves more and having that experience with him is fantastic.

“But Mark probably wouldn’t have his career in Doctor Who without BBV.”

So, why didn’t Baggs end up working on Doctor Who like Gatiss? Why is it that the man at the heart of the unofficial fandom spent, as he puts it, “a lot of time wondering when the phone was going to ring”?

Rather than being asked to direct an episode, why did Baggs fail to break through to the show, instead funnelling his energy into an alternative medicine, Emotional Energy Healing, and becoming an ‘Akki energetics practitioner’?

Despite Baggs’s assertion that he could work on the main show if he wanted to but simply chooses not to, there could be another reason behind his absence. As Gatiss once told Doctor Who magazine, although he had a “great time”, Baggs “had some very strange ideas as a producer.”

And although Gatiss was referring to Baggs’s tendency to swap scenes around “arbitrarily”, this isn’t one of the strange ideas that fans eventually knew him for.

The misadventures of Doctor Screw

We should say this up front: Bill Baggs wasn’t the first to bring sex into the Whoniverse. During the show’s hiatus years, characters such as Bernice Summerfield (written as a companion of Sylvester McCoy’s Seventh Doctor) were often portrayed enjoying some, shall we say, advanced docking maneuverers on the Tardis. Summerfield even apparently had a fumble with The Eighth Doctor himself in book The Dying Days.

However, while ReelTime Pictures kept their films PG and in a similar style and ilk to the main show, stablemate BBV and Bill Baggs became ever more proactive in bringing the saucier side of Who to screen.

That image of a naked Colin Baker we brought up before? The one where he romped with Nicola Bryant, who played Peri in Who? That was thanks to Baggs, who directed the unscripted scene (from under the bed – “I had to! There was no space in that room!”) against the wishes of writer Nicholas Briggs.

“I’m credited as the writer of The Airzone Solution, but I did not write that scene,” Briggs says adamantly. “It was irrelevant to the plot. [Baggs] seemed to agree with me. But I later found out that he just gave up arguing because he could see I wouldn’t change my mind. Then he deliberately deceived me and wrote the scene in any way.”

Baggs, however, stands by it. “Everyone had an opinion about it,” he says. “People got grossed out by it and some found no problem at all.”

But that scene was nothing compared to 2008’s Zygon: When Being You Just Isn’t Enough, dubbed by one reviewer as “the only Zygon-based soft-porn film ever to have been made”. And that’s not an exaggeration. Fortunately, it doesn’t feature the red starfish-like aliens making use of their suckers, but the 18-rated film does see the Zygons at the centre of some very NSFW activities in human form.

Although billed as a serious drama, Baggs openly says it was initially envisioned as something more titillating. “I met a guy at a convention who was into soft porn and he convinced me there was a market for it – not that I had a massive desire to produce a soft porn film, but you’re always interested as a director/producer what markets there were.”

But looking back now, Baggs concedes the project was a misstep. “It was my mistake and nobody else’s,” he adds, before quickly adding: “I’m glad I tried it, though. It was a massive learning experience.”

Zygon wasn’t quite the end of Baggs’s spin-off ideas, with BBV releasing When to Die, a PROBE drama in memory of Liz Shaw star Caroline John in 2012.

However, since then Baggs has been focused on producing theatre dramas, and although he and McCoy still enjoy times together at conventions, the sun has set on the golden time (and space) of BBV films.

A fandom regenerates

26th March 2005, 7pm. For fans across the world, this was the moment the ‘real’ Doctor Who returned to screens. After over 15 years of waiting, the universe’s foremost Time Lord returned in a regular series, captivating a whole new generation of Whovians.

But for the makers of the spin-off films, it was a bittersweet moment. Producers like Bill Baggs had spent years trying to cater for fans with nowhere else to go, fuelling the fandom with films made possible by pure passion for Who. And now it was over: the fans just didn’t need BBV.

As Baggs says, “It was frustrating on one hand and utterly delighting on the other.

“Before they announced they were reviving Who, Alan Cumming and I were actually going to do a special drama, an anniversary special for BBC South with Alan Cumming as The Doctor,” he laments. “But we ended up getting a call from a Who producer telling us we had to stop because the show was coming back – that’s when I first found out.”

Today BBV only operates a small web business and while Barnfather and ReelTime Pictures still film an occasional Who spin-off, they mostly specialise in the likes of archaeological videos in the Greek world (“We’ve got quite the reputation in Cyprus”).

Yet some still claim that fans owe a great debt to Barnfather and Baggs. “Thereason why we’ve got Doctor Who now on television is thanks to those fans who did it way back then,” says McCoy. “The fans of today should be thankful to him because he helped keep alive Doctor Who.”

But is it really true that without their work keeping the fandom alive, the BBC would have never recommissioned the show? Not everyone is convinced.

“That’s absolutely rubbish,” says Barnfather. “The programme would have come back – it’s a franchise that will never die! Even if the Doctor Who fandom didn’t exist, the BBC would have brought it back.”

“The facts just don’t support it,” agrees Briggs. “The people who made the decision to bring back Doctor Who to television had no idea that any of these things existed.”

Yet while it may not be the reason for Doctor Who’s revival, it’s undeniable that these films fostered talent that would change the Tardis forever.

Perhaps more than anything, the films represent how the fandom and the series are forever intertwined. These 25 forgotten spin-offs demonstrate that the line between dedicated fans and the show is beautifully permeable, ideas and talent forever travelling between the two.

And that’s still true to this day. Remember WhoLock, the viral video that imagined two of TV’s greatest characters together? Or the perfect fan-made trailer for Peter Capaldi’s first series? The editor of these films, who goes by the pseudonym John Smith, actually went on to work as a VFX artist for Doctor Who.

This is the real beauty of Who: its fans are constantly creating, inventing new ideas that could make their way on screen in years to come. It’s a collaboration that makes Who and its lead Time Lord arguably stronger than any other sci-fi fandom.

And sure, this symbiotic relationship might bring to light some of the stranger facets of the fandom, or a nymphomaniac Zygon or two. But, just like the Tardis, these spin-offs have often taken The Doctor where he didn’t want to go, but precisely where he needed to.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), tiny amount of angst, age gap (reader over 18), everything consensual

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a/n: even i’m saying finally this thing is up, i’ve been dying to get it posted the last two days. also i haven't added gifs, but should i? it might not go with the chapter i still might start. we’ve got some good drama coming soon, plus finn and rey! tag list still open! feedback appreciated!

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Poe had never been an early riser. He enjoyed taking his time to wake up in the morning and getting ready instead of racing against the clock. It had become a habit for him to wake up early since he started teaching, his body adjusting to waking up at the same time five days a week. If he could help it, he’d laze around in bed on the weekends until he felt he absolutely had to be up. However, someone else in the house had other ideas.

A very hungry Beebs pawed at his dad, letting out a pathetic whine as he did. He only had to do it twice before it woke Poe up. Poe reached down and scratched his head before moving to get up, the arm wrapped around his waist making him remember he hadn’t slept alone last night.

Your hand laid gently across his stomach, holding his back to your front. It was the first time Poe ever remembered being the little spoon and he liked it, something about it making him feel so cared for. He gently rubbed his hand along your arm, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your palm as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He heard you stir behind him, your hand searching for where it had been laying.

“Come back, you’re warm.” Your words were barely coherent as you were still half asleep. Poe smiled at how adorable he found you in such a sleepy state.

“I have to take Beebs out,” he said, leaning over and brushing away the loose hair that had fallen in your face. “I’ll come right back, I promise.”

You breathed deeply as you nodded, pulling the blanket up to your chin. Poe looked at you for a few more seconds before finally getting up, pulling on warmer clothes to protect himself from the bitter morning air.

As he walked Beebs around the outside of his building, he thought back to the previous night. It had been everything he wanted and more, and he couldn’t believe you felt the same way. He had a hunch from the reaction you gave him when he had told you about his blind date, but to actually see it in person was worth the angst he felt he put you through. He didn’t want the night to end, nor did he want you to leave his apartment.

It was fast, but he was ready to dive in headfirst. And if you weren’t, well, he’d hold himself back, just as long as he had you.

The bed felt lonely without Poe, making your hope of getting a little bit more sleep fly out the window. You leaned over to grab your phone, checking any text messages that had come in. There was one that caught your attention, but you refused to give it a second thought when you felt Poe slide in bed behind you. You placed your phone face down on the nightstand before rolling over. Poe’s arm was stretched out, beckoning you to him and acting as a protective pillow as you rolled into him, your head on his bicep and his hand curled around your shoulder. You jumped at the feeling of him.

“You’re freezing.”

“Warm me up.”

Poe wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him and burrowing his face into the junction of your shoulder. You squealed at the iciness of his skin, wriggling to try and get free but making him hold onto you that much tighter. The chill eventually became familiar and you stopped moving, your hand tenderly tracing the seam of the t-shirt across his shoulder. Poe brought his head up, giving you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.”

Poe pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. You kissed him back for a second before pulling back, Poe chasing your lips.

“I have morning breath,” you managed to mutter as Poe kissed you again.

“I don’t care,” he smiled against your lips, moving the hand at your waist to rest flat against your back. You shared his smile and pressed your lips to his once again for a quick kiss. Poe pulled you into him as he settled onto his back.

“Did you sleep ok?”

“I did, even though I had to contort around Beebs.”

“He’s a bed hog.”

“Does he always wake you up this early?”

“Yeah, he’s a dog of routine. Breakfast same time every day. You’ll get used to it.”

You hummed contently. “More sleepovers, I can’t wait.”

You lay there in content silence, your hand rubbing along his stomach as his fingers danced along your shoulder, down your arm, and occasionally into your hair. You were already dreading having to leave, having to go back to reality of homework and cleaning and doing whatever else you needed to prepare for the week ahead. Your fingers brushed over the ring on his necklace where it lay between his chest and his shirt, your fingers lingering with the question on the tip of your tongue. Poe placed his hand over yours.

“It was my mom’s wedding ring,” he explained softly. “She died when I was 8. My dad never remarried and he gave this to me to give to my own wife someday. I never go anywhere without it.”

There was a catch in his voice that told you that, even after all these years, it was still sometimes hard to talk about his mother. He was sharing a deeply personal part of him with you, like you had done a few weeks earlier. And like that night, despite wanting to ask him more about it, you didn’t rush him to tell you anything. You sat up on your elbow, running a finger gently over his five o’clock shadow.

“I had a hunch. You didn’t mention her last night,” you said just as softly, giving him a small smile of understanding. “You’ll have to tell me more about her someday. When you want to.”

Poe turned his head and kissed your finger when it got close to his lips. You laid your head on his shoulder and continued to run your finger along his jaw, the simple touch relaxing him. Both of you felt like you could fall back asleep when your stomach suddenly growled intrusively. Poe snorted and squeezed your shoulder with a kiss on your head.

“Let’s go get breakfast.”

You untangled yourself from him, finally leaving the bed and stretching your arms above your head. Your legs were sore from skating the previous night and you knew you’d have to find some stretches to do later. You followed Poe out and immediately heard the clicking of paws and the jingle of a collar.

“Morning Beebs.”

Beebs stared up at you, his tail wagging excitedly and his tongue hanging out. You stared back down at him, sticking your own tongue out at him. You made funny faces at him until he gave a joyful bark and jumped up on you. You leaned down to scratch behind his ears, letting him give you a few affectionate licks across your face.

Poe watched you interact with Beebs, a smile on his face. Beebs was devotedly man’s best friend, someone who was always there no matter what kind of shit Poe got into and never judged him for it, unless of course it interfered with his breakfast. The dog already had a sweet spot for you from the few times he had been around when you were, but to see someone he could see himself with for a while returning the same affection Beebs was giving you was truly heartwarming.

Beebs followed you into the kitchen, sitting nicely and staring up at you.

“Beebs you had your breakfast,” you said as you hopped up on the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. “It’s my turn.”

Poe came over, standing in front of you and placing his hands on the counter on either side of you. “What’ll it be? I can pretty much make you anything you want.”

“You did so much last night, let me do something.”

Poe shook his head. “Nope. Consider this part three of our first date.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine, but next time I’m cooking or paying for something or…something.”

“Deal. So, what’re you having?”

“I’m not a big breakfast person this early in the morning, how about toast?”

“Toast it is.” Poe patted your thigh before walking over to his pantry. “I have butter, jam, peanut butter, Nutella—“

“Nutella all the way.”

As Poe busied himself making breakfast, you caught yourself in the reflection of his microwave and saw just how tousled your hair was. You ran your hand through it in an attempt to tame it. Beebs followed his owner around the kitchen, either trying to trip Poe and get him to accidentally drop something or hoping Poe will take pity and drop something. Poe handed you a plate with your requested breakfast, keeping the jar of Nutella handy in case you wanted more than what he had put on there.

Everything about the last twelve hours just felt so easy and natural, and you felt silly at how nervous you had been. You thought about going back to your apartment, whenever that might be, and wondered if your roommates would be there or not. If they were, you knew they’d bombard you with questions about your date and you would happily comply.

But there would be one important piece you would have to leave out.

“Would you be ok with me telling Jess and Karéabout you?” You crossed your ankles and set the plate down next to you, popping the last remaining piece of toast into your mouth. “I mean they already know ofyou, but not you you, and I figured since we’ll be together more…or I can wait, that’s fine too.”

“It’s fine with me, since I kind of already told Finn about you.” Poe smiled guiltily and you bit back a laugh. Your tongue darted out to grab the Nutella that you felt lingering on your lip, and a playful smirk crossed your face when you saw Poe’s eyes follow the little movement. His eyes lingered there and you shifted under his intense gaze.

“Poe!” you giggled, bringing his attention from your lips to your eyes. He threw his plate in the sink and walked over to you, his hands pushing your knees apart so he could stand between them.

“You’re distracting,” he said, kissing softly along your jaw. Your breath quickened as the tips of his fingers circled the bend of your knee. “You look so good wearing my clothes, wrinkled from sleeping in my bed…”

You pulled his lips to yours, the taste of Nutella on his tongue. He kissed you languidly, no real reason to move quickly despite his growing desire for you. His fingertips grazed the top of your thighs, sliding underneath the hem of his boxers. You shivered under his touch. His hands moved up your thighs and around your waist, pulling you to the edge of the counter. Poe pressed his hips into yours, his hardening cock pressing close to where you wanted him. You gasped at the feeling, your mouth opening just enough for Poe to slide his tongue in and lazily tangle with yours. You couldn’t help the breathy moan that came from your throat and Poe pulled away, his nose nudging yours.

“We can take this slow,” he spoke quietly. You could feel how much he wanted you at that moment, and you knew he was restraining himself from taking you on that counter.

“I know,” you curled his hair around his ears, looking at him indulgently. “But I don’t want to. Do you?”

Poe rolled his hips into yours, a smirk coming to his face when you inhaled sharply.

“No, but I would for you.”

You kissed his lips softly before kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Take me back to bed.”

Poe slid you off the counter, his hands gripping your legs to wrap around his waist. Your arms around his neck held you to him as you kissed his neck. Poe crawled onto his bed skillfully, holding you tight so you wouldn’t fall as he brought you to the head of the bed. He dropped you gently into the mess of pillows, taking a quick second to look at the way your hair was splayed around you, a dreamy look on your face.

Your hands moved down his chest as he bent down to kiss you with more fervor and you grabbed handfuls of his shirt, breaking apart long enough for you to tug it up and over. You threw it behind you, you and Poe giggling when you heard something fall from the nightstand onto the floor. You craned your head back to see if you broke anything, but the feeling of Poe’s hips pressed into yours as he sucked a spot onto your neck brought your attention back to him.

His hands ran up your sides, bunching up his borrowed shirt before taking it off. As his lips moved from your neck down to your chest, you lifted your hips, chasing his to recreate the delicious friction he was creating against your core. You felt Poe smile against your skin.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he said, the low vibration of his timbre flooding your body with heat. You let out a displeased whine, making Poe come back up to your face to kiss you quiet. You reached for his pajama bottoms, pushing them as far down as you could.

“I don’t have a lot of that right now,” you groaned as Poe suckled your breast, his hands pushing his bottoms the rest of the way down. He enjoyed the sweet torment he gave you, the need to hear you beg becoming overwhelming, but he ached to be inside you. He gripped the waistband of the boxers he had loaned you, giving into your impatience and tugging them and your underwear down. Poe cupped your heat, dragging a finger along your folds and teasing your entrance. He prided himself at the way he could make you wet so quickly.

You were in no mood for teasing. Truth be told, you had wanted him since last night, but the way you wanted him then and the way you wanted him now were very different. You pushed Poe off of you and onto his back, straddling his lap. He could’ve stopped you, but he was now just as eager for you as you were for him. You ground your hips into his, the head of his cock dragging against your folds, coating him with your slick. He let out a strained groan as you wrapped your hand around the base, gently pumping him as you lined him up with your entrance.

“Wait.” He sat up and grabbed your wrist, halting your actions. “Condom?”

You dropped your head onto his shoulder, a quiet ‘fuck’ leaving your lips before you looked back up at him.

“We’re getting carried away again, aren’t we?” Poe nodded and exhaled pleasantly as you moved your hand up and down his cock. “I’m clean and ok with not using one but only if you are too.”

Poe threaded his hands into your hair, kissing you deeply. His tongue moved slowly along yours, sending a shiver up your spine.

“I’m clean too,” he said against your lips, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you. “And it’s more than ok with me.”

You pushed Poe back onto the bed and realigned him with your entrance. You sunk down onto him, his head falling back against the mattress. You took him all the way in to the hilt and you swear you’d never felt fuller.

“You’re so tight,” Poe groaned, grasping your hips and squeezing them as you clenched around him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He gave you a second to adjust before grasping your hips and guiding you up and down. Your hands rested on his chest, your nails digging into his skin just a little when his cock brushed against your g-spot. Your already sore muscles ached in protest, but you ignored them, bouncing on him faster as his fingers dug into your hips. You rode him faster, legs trembling from exertion and yesterday’s exhaustion as filthy words of praise fell from your mouth. Poe leaned up to capture your lips, moving down to your neck as he took over and drove his cock up into you.

“Poe—Poe—“ you chanted his name like a prayer as your walls fluttered around him, your body ready to snap at any second. Poe drove deeper into you and the third time he hit that spot inside you, you came apart, gripping onto him for dear life. You slowly rode him through your orgasm, your forehead falling against his as you tried to steady your breathing.

Poe suddenly held you down on him, keeping you fully impaled on his cock. His hand curled into your hair, gripping tightly, the moan you let out loud and sinful. He held you to him, his entire length staying inside you as he carefully flipped you onto your back. You clutched onto the hard muscles of his back and your lips attached to his collarbone, soft whimpers falling from your throat as he pistoned his hips into you. You were still so sensitive from your first orgasm that you twitched hard when Poe began circling your clit in time with his thrusts. His thrusts were becoming erratic, as was his assault on your clit, and you knew he was close.

“Cum for me,” you panted as your back arching as your second orgasm washed over you, your eyes screwing shut from the overstimulation. Poe grunted as he spilled into you, his hips stuttering as his release coated your walls, your pussy milking him for everything he had. Poe rode you through both of your orgasms, both of your chests heaving from exertion. You ran your fingers through his damp curls, smiling against his lips. His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers above your head as his forehead fell against yours.

“God damn,” he laughed breathlessly, squeezing your hand. You laughed with him and kissed him softly.

You hissed in pleasure as Poe pulled out, letting go of you to get a washcloth to clean you up. He was tender as he did, placing sweet kisses on the spots on your hips where the bruises from his grip would soon be. He tossed the washcloth onto the nightstand and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the two of you. Your limbs were tangled and your bodies pressed up against each other.

“I wanted this you know,” Poe muttered into the darkness of the room. “After we had sex, all I wanted to do was hold you.”

You squeezed him against you. It was like the two of you shared one brain, and you wondered why it took you so long to realize what you wanted.

“There are so many ‘should haves’,” you said. “At least we have it now.”

Poe turned his head to kiss the side of your forehead, his lips brushing against it as breathed you in. Between the warmth of the bed and the warmth of each other, you were both asleep in minutes.

》》》

It was early afternoon when you finally got back to your apartment. You and Poe had gotten another two hours of sleep before finding yourselves in the shower for round two. You then spent ten minutes at his door saying goodbye. Kissing him goodbye at his apartment rather than outside of yours seemed like a good idea when you thought of it, but all it did was prolong the inevitable.

You dropped your things in your room and managed to change out of last night’s clothes and get a bag of chips out of the pantry before Jessika and Karéambushed you, dragging you to the living room to give them all the details. You hadn’t even told them about dinner inside his apartment when Jessika interrupted you.

“Who knew booty call was such a romantic?” She had said, and you decided right then it was now or never.

“If I tell you guys who he is, you promise not to say anything?” Karé and Jessika nodded their heads so hard you thought they’d hurt themselves. “I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone.”

“You’re being super secretive, which means we know him, he’s famous, or he’s married.” Karé said. You rolled your eyes.

“He’s not famous and he’s not married,” you said. “You do know him though.”

“Is it Snap?” Jessika asked. You shot her a look that said ‘are you stupid?’.

“No, it’s not Snap!” You exclaimed incredulously. You looked at Karé and shook your head again. She just rolled her eyes knowingly.

“Is it that guy you dated in high school? The one who wanted to marry you after like four months?” Karé asked.

“Ben? No…but he did text me this morning.”

“What did he say?”

“Story for another time, Karé!” Jessika exclaimed. “Ok, tell us.”

You took a deep breath, looking between both of your roommates. “It’s Poe Dameron.”

“Poe Dameron?” Jessika asked. “Who the fu—wait, Damer—Professor Dameron?!”

You bit the inside of your cheek, giving them a small nod. Their jaws were dropped and you could tell they were searching for words.

“Y/N…” Karé gave you a disbelieving look.

“You’re dating your teacher?!” Jessika exclaimed, shooting up from her spot on the couch. “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be my teacher this semester. And he wasn’t when we got together.”

“Still, Y/N!”

You stood up as well, trying your best to calm the situation down. Jessika just looked at you, shaking her head in disbelief. “Man, I never thought you’d be the type of person to sleep around to get ahead.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, irritation bubbling inside of you.

“Then you don’t know me at all, because that’s not what I’m doing and you damn well know it. I’ve been on the dean’s list since freshman year. I don’t need any help getting ahead.”

Your roommates glanced at each other, Jessika looking mad and Karé looking more concerned than angry. You sighed.

“I’ve told both of you how I feel about him. If it was just about sex and just about getting good grades, I wouldn’t have fucking gone out with him last night.”

“If people found out, he could lose his job.” Karé pointed out.

“You don’t think I’ve had that internal argument in my head fifty times before? Of course I know he can lose his job.”

“I just—I don’t know, Y/N…”

“I know you’re shocked and you have every right to be, but I wanted to tell you because I had an amazing night and an amazing morning and the first thing I wanted to do was tell you guys all about it. But if it makes you uncomfortable and you don’t want to hear it, then I won’t say anything anymore. The only thing I ask is that you don’t tell anyone. Please.”

Karé nodded but didn’t say anything. You looked at Jessika and mouthed a plead to her. She finally nodded, and you released the breath you were holding.

“Can I ask you something?” Jessika said. You nodded. “Are you sure you’re not just supplementing your daddy issues?”

Your jaw dropped and you took an angry step in her direction.

“I’m sorry, my what?!”you practically yelled. Jessika took a step towards you.

“You’re dad left, you’re dating an older man…”

You felt angry tears gather in your eyes, but held them back.

“First of all, Poe’s 32. He’s not that much older than us!” you spat. “Second of all, if I was ‘supplementing my daddy issues’ as you so lovingly put it, I’d be going after someone closer to my dad’s age who was similar to him. Poe’s nothing like him.”

A flash of guilt crossed Jessika’s face. She realized she had maybe taken it a step too far. You backed away from both girls, glaring at both of them. “I can’t believe you’d throw that in my face.”

You were more hurt than mad. Jessika looked at you for another few seconds before calmly walking away. You did the same, making your way to your room and shutting the door before you said something you knew you’d regret.

You flopped on your bed, groaning into your blankets and regretting the decision to tell them. You had come back from Poe’s in the best mood with the biggest smile on your face and it took not even ten minutes for your mood to take a drastic turn.

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Departures

What is this? 7 of 14 prompt requests for my follower celebration!

What is the prompt? “For your drabbles I got an idea from a video I saw where a dad shaved his beard and him and his wife do a face reveal for their toddler and the kid doesn’t recognize him and starts crying, it was the cutest thing. What if Poe and reader do something similar with their kid/s?” This was hella specific (which is all good, ILY) but I reinterpreted it a little- hope you enjoy and thanks for the request, Anon!

Author’s note: This can be read as a sequel of sorts to Arrivals but can totally be read as a stand-alone.

Summary: dad!Poe, husband!Poe, modern!Poe domestic cuteness.

Word count: 1977

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, wifey x hubby flirting and light sexual innuendos, and typos.

GIF credit: here

“I’m not ready to say goodbye. You’re really going to shave it off?” you ask, with a pet lip, as you run your fingers through your husband’s glorious salt and pepper beard one more time. “It’s just so hot. You look distinguished, like a... hot Duke or something.”

Poe’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “But you like me without a beard too, right?”

“You’re hot all the time. It’s infuriating, actually. Just maybe I’m gonna miss the tickle of your beard on my skin.”

“Between your thighs, you mean?” he teases, his voice a low rumble. It’s not meant to turn you on -his tone is light-hearted- but it does anyway.

“Maybe.” you sing-song, nipping your lip between your teeth.

“You’ve forgotten how much you liked my stubble grazing you there. I’ll be happy to remind you, sweetheart.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” you promise, hopping up on the counter as Poe continues his application of shaving cream and takes his shaving blade in hand.

Ok, maybe you could get used to him without a beard again. There’s something disconcertingly hot about watching him shirtless, shearing the stubble from his chiselled jaw. Something about the smoothness and then the roughness which follows. The smell of those lotions on his skin.

You watch him fondly for a while, careful not to distract him as he moves the blade precisely over the more sensitive contours of his neck. He hums as he does so and, you realise, you’re glad to be reminded of this morning ritual. You tune-in to what he’s humming, and smile as you realise he’s unconsciously humming the theme from your little one’s current cartoon of choice. This man can go from sinful to adorable in the bat of an eye. He really has it all.

“Do you think Juno will like your new face?” you ask, and Poe’s eyes soften immediately from the mere mention of your daughter.

“She’s been strongly encouraging me to shave it off. In fact, she keeps trying to yank my beard right off. Yesterday, she hated it so much she mushed porridge into it and it was stuck in there for hours.”

“Gross, Poe.” you chide and he throws you a feigned angry look. “What if she doesn’t recognise you?”

“What?!” your heart grows several sizes upon hearing how concerned Poe sounds at the suggestion. “She’ll know me, I’m her Papa!” it’s more of a plea than a statement of certainty. He drops the blade down, seeming as if he might halt right there and remain half-bearded if there’s even a slight possibility Juno wouldn’t recognise him.

“I’m sure she will, Poe.” You say, hopping down to rub circles into his shoulder blades. “Just don’t be surprised if she gets a shock when she wakes up, ok?”

Well now he looks more than a little glum. “Maybe I shouldda kept it.” He keeps going, the other side of his beard disappearing stroke-by-stroke. The only patch which remains sits on his top lip. “Should I keep this bit?”

You smile warmly at him in the mirror. “It’s gotta go, Poe. I can’t take you seriously with a moustache.”

“Do you ever take me seriously?”

You respond by giving his ass a squeeze through his relaxed joggers. “You’re seriously sexy.”

He smiles and you think you might be distracting him a little too much now. “I’m gonna go start on the laundry. Come remind me what that handsome, cleanshaven face feels like when you’re ready, baby.”

You mosey out of the room, swaying your hips as you know he’ll be looking to catch a glimpse through the mirror.

***

You are pottering in the utility room downstairs when you hear Juno’s cries from the bedroom. You keep an ear out, but you know Poe is up there and likely rushing to her. Still, you wander into the kitchen so that you’re on hand if you’re needed, and so you can greet them when they make their way down to you.

The crying doesn’t subside and you get a little furrow in your brow. “Everything ok, honey?” you call up the stairs.

You look up at the mouth of the stairs with light concern, and you see Poe approaching across the landing, a bawling little poppet slung at his hip. Juno spots you and stretches her arms towards you with cries of “Mama! Mama!”.

Poe looks upset as he hands Juno over to you and you bundle her into your arms. You give her a gentle bounce on your hip. “Jungle ‘Juno’ Dameron. What’s got you so upset after your nap, huh?”

You look at Poe’s face and he is so distressed that it’s almost comical. You’re not sure who to comfort more - him or the child. “She doesn’t recognise me, honey.”

“Aww. Course she does. Don’t you Juno?” You rub you palm over Poe’s cheek, feeling the smooth skin and the sharp contours of his jaw. “Look Juno, it’s Daddy.” You give Poe a friendly kiss on the cheek. “We love Daddy, don’t we?”

Juno wrings her chubby little hands together, a tremble in her lip as she looks between the both of you, her cries having stopped but crystal ball tears still lingering on her cheeks.

He reaches out to Juno, brushing her tears away. “It’s me, baby.”

“Do the song she likes.” you nudge him, knowing she’ll respond to his familiar and soothing voice. He begins to sing to her and immediately, her face brightens. Although she still looks a little apprehensive, her cheeks apple with her gummy smile.

To your relief, Poe’s face brightens too and soon they are both smiling again.

Now that she’s settled, Juno wriggles against you and signals she wants to be put down. “Ok, baby girl. Shall we get some fresh air in the yard? Where’s Beebs?! Shall we go find Beebs?”

Juno claps her palms together and toddles in the direction of your yard. You follow closely behind her, momentarily confused as to why Poe isn’t following too.

“You coming hubster?”

“In a second. I just need to do something upstairs.”

You shrug and tootle outside, perching yourself on your back step and smiling softly to yourself as Juno plays in the grass with Beebs at the end of your garden. You pick up the stuffed animal strewn on the patio by your feet -a blurrg Poe had custom-made for Juno’s birthday- and your smile spreads further as you give the ridiculous creature a little snuggle.

Eventually, you hear the approach of Poe’s footsteps through the kitchen and you turn to look up at him as he plants a warm, broad hand on your shoulder. Now you might actually be able to appreciate that clean-shaven face of his.

You squeal as you turn towards him, however, and observe that he has something inexplicable and black and furry strapped across his chin.

“Woah.” You startle, pressing your palm over the shocked “o” of your lips before a hearty laugh filters through your fingers.

“I made a beard.” he offers by way of explanation. “I did not like upsetting Juno.” He perches himself by your side on the step. You think he’s smirking beneath the monstrosity strapped to his face, crow’s feet radiating from around his eyes. “Do you think she’ll buy it?”

You laugh. You laugh at this ludicrous man. Your fingertips coming up to tug at... whatever this is. You see he’s been quite creative, hair ties hooking it around his ears.

“What is it?”

“Ok, don’t tell Juno.” he leans in to you as if confessing a secret, his voice dropped low. “I maybe cut up a stuffed animal from that sack of stuff destined for goodwill.”

You feel overcome that he would do all of this, just so he didn’t upset her. Happy tears brim in your eyes at how loved your daughter is. You run a hand over his makeshift beard. “You are the sweetest man on earth, you know that?”

He gently presses a hand to your rounded, expanding belly. “Anything for my joint-favourite kiddo.” Your pending second child was about to be the joint-luckiest kiddo in the world, you could swear.

You look at him again in disbelief, so utterly wonderful and so utterly ridiculous. “Poe, you know you have a stuffed animal strapped to your face? This. This is one of the reasons people don’t take you seriously.”

“I thought I was seriously sexy.” he purrs, dipping his head towards you to steal a quick kiss from his wife while Juno is happily occupied.

The fibres of the fabric tickle at your nose.

“Just to be clear, honey. There’s no way you’re getting that beard between my thighs.”

You are joined in laughter until Poe’s attention is diverted by Juno making loud, nonsensical noises and tracking her way across the garden to you both. Her hands make a grabby motion as she toddles.

“I’ll take care of you later.” he promises, with a swift press of a kiss into your hair as he stands. “For now, let’s see if Juno recognises me again. I gotta be honest, it broke my kriffing heart when she didn’t know me.” you smile at his newly invented swear word to use around the little one.

You feel warm inside as he runs to Juno and lifts her in the air, joined in a happy moment as he aeroplanes his baby girl around in his arms, Beebs snapping joyously at his heels.

You reach for your camera phone. You must remember to take a video of him in that ludicrous beard. You don’t want to forget a single, silly, loving moment and you know it is impossible to capture them all. But this one? This one is far too good to let slide.

You stand and mosey down the garden, until you fold over with a jolt of discomfort in your belly. Poe catches it instantly and turns towards you. “Honey?”

“I wasn’t sure earlier. But now I’m pretty confident I’m having contractions. Pretty regular.”

His eyes scold you for not saying anything sooner but at the same time they are only full of love.

“It’s happening! Honey!” he looks like he might smile and cry and freak out all at once. He slings Juno on to his hip so he can wrap his other arm around you, his thoughts evidently going a mile a minute. “I’ll drop Juno next door with Finn until we can get hold of Grandma Leia and Grandpa Han. The bags are in the car. We can do this.”

You look at him in shock. “It’s happening. We’ve got to go. Meet our new baby.”

He presses a loving kiss to your lips, despite that infernal fake beard still adorning his jaw. “I love you so kriffing much,” he says, voice cracking with emotion, “and I’ll be right back. Call your mom, ok?”

He dashes through the yard and you call out to him. “Poe!”

He looks back at you over his shoulder.

“Take that thing off your face, or Finn and Rose will never let you hear the end of it.”

“There’s no time, sweetie! Plus, I wouldn’t want people to start taking me seriously.” He flashes you a grin before resuming his dash through the house.

You stand in the garden alone for a moment, saying softly to yourself. “I love you so much too, Poe Dameron.”

Then, you remember that you’re not quite alone as Beebs rubs up against your calf and yaps at you, as if to helpfully yank you from your slight panic and disbelief as the reality of the situation hits you. It does the job, and you remember suddenly that you need to call your mom, Leia.

When you look down at the phone in your hand, you’re delighted to see you never hit the button to end the video you were recording. You’ve captured that whole exchange.

Tears brim in your eyes, overwhelmed by the family you already have, and the family you’re about to have. You are so glad for every moment.

THE END

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blistrysmysteries · 6 years

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Fair Play

Sure, she's in the frigid tundra, three hundred and fifty or so klicks from the rest of the rebellion. Sure, her mittens are too big and terrible for doing complex mechanical work. Sure, she brought this all on the both of them by goofing off during an early morning meeting.

But would Rey say she at all regretted nailing Poe in the forehead with a balled up piece of paper?

Not a chance. Besides, her smile quotient seriously spikes whenever he's around her and that can't be a bad thing, can it?

sort of a prologue for a small damerey week fic i’ll be posting the start of tomorrow. it is going to be all fluff, no stakes, some boring space chores (like i like it) click for more and thank you for lookin at it!

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The hour was early. A small handful of rebels, slump-shouldered and pillow-haired, gathered in the engineering break room around a man standing near a flickering holo-display of a slowly revolving rhombus - a placeholder image until something useful needed to be displayed. Steam, always pouring out of the faulty radiators, diffused under the harsh, white shafts of light cast down on the cramped common space.

“...four-hundred and fifty yards of standard fourteen millimeter cable, one-hundred and seven yards of non-standard, ribbon cord- adaptable but please, please don’t try to make alterations without speaking with the supervising engineer. I’m serious, guys, this is for your safety, okay? I don’t like to always be that guy but…”

Rey’s eyes fluttered as she struggled to maintain control over her consciousness. She gripped her pencil tightly and forced herself to focus on something- anything as long as she didn’t pass out. Shaking her head, she returned to defacing a page of her journal with sprawling, abstract patterns and shapes. She rested her head in her hand, uncaring how squished her cheek was against her palm as her pencil went round and round.

Thankfully, she had scored a seat at the end of a small, caf-stained table that was far from the center of attention as a higher ranking mechanic recited a manifest of every crucial engineering resource they had at their disposal. On top of the riveting subject matter, his voice was so monotone and droning, she wondered if he wasn’t going to put himself to sleep.

(Although earlier, there was a particularly thrilling cliff-hanger over the question of whether or not they had enough power calibrators to handle an emergency situation. Spoiler alert: Of course they didn’t. They never seemed to have enough of anything they really needed.)

The engineer soldiered through his list: “We still have at least seven kilograms of solder left but remember, people, we ran out of the lead-free stuff weeks ago so, y’know, don’t huff the fumes, I guess...”

The claustrophobia-inducing, subterranean outpost was slowly starting to feel familiar. Rey cast her gaze to every dark corner of the room. The long abandoned rebel base had only been their home for little under a month but it was fast becoming a surprisingly functional base of operations for recovering their numbers.

Thank the stars but there was always some long-abandoned rebel base.

It wasn’t pretty by any means. Most everything was ancient and rusted to bits but if there was one thing the Rebellion had always been champions at, it was pivoting.

Also hope and standing up for freedom and stuff. Sentiments like that looked better on recruitment posters. But it was improvisation and adaptability that kept their heads above water and, unfortunately, terminally boring meetings like this one were of critical importance to their performance as an organization.

“Now to the matter of getting the long-range comms online…”

Rey sighed, her eyelids drooping. If only she could escape and sneak off to the hangar. At the thought, her eyes flicked up to the person at the far end of the rectangular table. She immediately had to suppress a snort, her shoulders shaking with the effort.

There was Poe Dameron in the middle of an epic nod session. She watched as his sleepy head slowly slipped out of his hand until it fell, nearly smacking into the table before he jerked it back up again. The poor, exhausted pilot didn’t notice her, running his hands over his face and through his hair as he gave a shifty look to his left and right to see if anyone caught him dozing off.

Not that anyone would hold it against the Commander. They had all been working tirelessly since they made planetfall, Poe Dameron more than most.

She secretly watched him out of the corner of her eye as he cleared his throat and sat determinedly upright in his chair, arms crossed tightly against his chest. However, before very long, he was slumping over, shoulders rising and falling with a rhythm of restful sleep.

“We’re having issues pinging the comsat from here - storms are interfering with our signal. Not to mention our array is a relic. There’s an outpost about a day’s journey from here by way of snowskimmer. We’re hoping the receiver is in good shape- good enough to patch a signal through. Need a volunteer to cross the tundra…”

Feeling a sudden streak of childishness - a new trait she was starting to pick up from hanging around Finn and Poe - Rey tore out the page of her journal which she had covered with doodles, taking her time and making little sound. Inconspicuously, she sat up straight and started to ball the paper up under the table, pretending to be engaged in the meeting. When she was satisfied with the shape and density of it, she pressed her lips together, glancing briefly at her target and - quick as a flash - chucked it across the table where it bounced right off of Poe Dameron’s forehead.

He jolted up in his chair, reflexively put his arms in front of him for protection. The sound he made was a cross between a sleepy grunt and a yelp of surprise, and then a crowded together repetition of the word ‘what’ until he slowly realized the entire room was looking at him. Rey sunk into her chair, half sheepish, half thrilled.

“Commander?” The chief engineer craned his neck to look over the heads of the rest of the attending rebellion members. “Are you sure you don’t already have too much on your plate?”

Poe looked dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape. He started to shake his head. “Oh, no. Sorry, I was just-”

“Although, I must say, it is inspiring to see one of our leaders volunteering for the less glamorous work.”

The engineer sounded fond and inspired.

The starpilot’s eyes settled on Rey, then back on the rest of the room, then back to Rey. They narrowed at her very deliberately. Of course he knew it was her, she couldn’t hold a poker face to save her life.

Poe sighed and bit his lip.

“S’no problem,” he said, trying to hide the distinct sound of freshly awoken from a nap in his voice. “I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty and this, uh- the mission to, y’know,” he flourished a hand near his brow.

“...To fix the communication array,” the engineer supplied.

“Yes, to fix the array,” he said, smiling with false cordiality, pointing every word at Rey who only looked more and more like the cat who got the canary. “Get it knocked out in an afternoon.”

The chief engineer laughed as if Poe had cracked a hilarious joke. He removed his spectacles to wipe a tear from his eyes.

“I’ll see to it that you’re well supplied for the long journey to Vega Outpost. Food, warm clothing, tools. Your BB unit would come in useful as we anticipate some repairs need to be made.”

At the words Vega and Outpost, Poe’s expression fell to pure perplexity. Rey couldn’t blame him. One minute he was snoozing during an early morning meeting, the next he was signed up for a tedious and difficult mission. The guilt would probably start to set in after she finished relishing how perfectly her bit of mischief turned out. He glanced at her and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Actually,” Poe said chin proudly tipping upward, “Beebs isn’t a big fan of the cold. Doesn’t get much traction in the snow.”

Rey’s mouth dropped open.

He wouldn’t.

Poe nodded slightly at her, his smirk turning more and more devious. Almost as if to say: Oh yes, I absolutely would.

“Rey, I understand you’re a capable mechanic.” Poe turned to her, tone laced with mock curiosity, his fingers curling under his chin. She nodded slowly.

Sarcastic ass. He knew damn good and well she was one of the best in the tri-system area. Still, Rey couldn’t fight a small mirthful smile at how he’d managed to turn this on her.

Poe addressed the engineer. “Do we have an extra skimmer for my friend, Rey, here?”

The bespectacled man nodded.

Rey licked her bottom lip, preparing to argue, “but that’s-”

Poe raised his eyebrows at her. She surveyed the room. Several sets of rebel eyes watched her expectantly.

“That’s,” she continued, gritting her teeth, “a great idea.”

“Welcome aboard,” he said, satisfied with his petty revenge. “Partner.”

“Commander,” she replied. Touché.

If Rey were being honest, she was actually not that mad at the idea of getting out. If she were being painfully honest, she didn’t half mind the company.

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