Some people have been asking if there’ll be a part two of Trespassing. To answer your questions, I’m not sure yet. When I first planned it out, I had no intentions to write any more for it. I also didn’t expect it to be so well liked. This isn’t to say that I absolutely won’t write another part anytime. It just means that, for the time being, I have no idea where I’d go with the narrative if I were to continue with it. If any of you have some ideas you want to share, shoot me a message.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this ball of feels. Have a good day! <3
Poe ducked behind a small cottage, making sure to steer clear of the flames engulfing it. He glanced around the left side but quickly retreated again as blaster fire shot near his head.
He waited for the barrage to slow before he made a break for the sand dune up ahead. If he could just get below it, he’d get a better place for shooting back. The First Order had taken control of most the village and burned it to the ground, killing the innocent citizens in their way.
“Dameron, get back to the ship! We need to leave, now! We got what we came for!” Snap shouted into his comm. For once, Poe listened, changing his plan to try and escape instead of fight back.
“On my way.”
He sprinted up and over the dune, stopping just as he got to the bottom, taking relief in the momentary cover from blaster fire. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He took one step forward, hand gripping his trusty weapon before he was tackled to the ground by an unknown body.
Poe wrestled with the stranger to get free, only to end up pinned to the ground by his wrists, a blaster pressed to the side of his skull.
“You move a muscle and I’ll blow your brains out,” a voice growled in his ear. He waited for them to lean back so he could see their face, although he already knew who it was.
“(Y/N), what are you doing,” he asked. Her grip faltered for a moment.
“I’m helping the winning team, what are you doing, Dameron? Fighting for a rebellion that’s on the wrong side of history?” She snapped, shifting her weight so she was straddling him with her legs and holding his hands with one of her own, the other pressing the blaster to his head.
“What lies are they feeding you (N/N)?” Poe asked, incredulously. “Can you really believe that the First Order is right? You really think the rebellion isn’t justified?”
(Y/N) was quiet for a moment, eyes hard with concentration. Poe opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.
“The rebellion abandoned me, Poe,” she stated, voice cold and unfeeling. “They left me to die without any remorse.”
Poe tried again to interject but was stopped.
“Believe me, I’m aware that I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever you’re going to get, you deserve,” she snarled. Poe had never seen her so angry before.
“(Y/N), stop this. This isn’t who you-”
“Quiet! I’m the bad guy here, that’s fine. It isn’t my fault that the resistance took away everything I had and then left me in the dust. The First Order will bring justice, at last, to the galaxy, don’t you understand?” (Y/N) was shaking by then, hand gripping the weapon tighter so she wouldn’t drop it. The sounds of blaster fire in the background lessened, hinting that the village being attacked had lost the battle. The First Order had succeeded in extinguishing another spark of the rebellion.
“Sweetheart, please listen. You’ve been brainwashed. This isn’t you. I can take you home, we can help you-”
“It’s time to step up or step down, and there’s only one answer for me, Dameron. I’m standing up and fighting back because I know I’m right. And I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll do what I have to.” By the end of her statement, her voice was cracking and tears were filling her eyes. She seemed as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him with her words.
It hit Poe that she was remembering who she used to be. That she didn’t want to do the things she was forced to. The First Order had taken over her mind to create an emotionless soldier and she was trying to break free. He didn’t seem to sense that it could be a trap, so he trusted it.
“Baby,” Poe muttered softly. Her hand stopped pinning his, allowing him to reach up and brush a strand of her hair out of her face. She let her blaster fall to the ground as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him. “Come back to me, sweetheart.”
“I want to go home,” she whispered, fingers tangled in his hair.
She leaned back, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. He got out from under her, sitting on the ground by her instead.
“Black Leader, where are you?” Snap’s voice asked through the comms again. Poe ignored it.
In a moment without thought, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the feeling of her being so close again. She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
Before he could notice, she reached to the ground, grabbing her blaster again. She kissed him harder, not really wanting to do what she was planning, but knowing she had to. Pulling back quickly, she brought the butt of the blaster to the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell to the ground, unconscious, ready to be taken to the main ship.
“I told you I was ready to do what had to be done,” she mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as a few stormtroopers walked over the dune to retrieve him. Kylo wanted to meet with him
I’m so sorry for disappearing for so long! I hope this short little thing can make up for that! <3
The heat was unbearable. Finn was almost ready to rip off his skin if he thought it’d cool him down for even a second. It also didn’t help that he was wearing that pilot’s jacket. Poe, that was his name. Finn wasn’t positive on whether or not he had survived the crash into Jakku.
The ex-stormtrooper trudged through the hot desert, sand finding its way into his boots. He felt something poking into his side painfully. He reached into the pocket of his new leather jacket to retrieve the nuisance.
To his surprise, what he held in his hand was a small metal disc. It was approximately the size of his palm, flat with round sides, topped off with a grand bronze lid carved with an intricate design of interlocking circles. It seemed to be some sort of holodisc. Though it looked was slightly different in appearance, it was still the kind you could record short holograms with. Maybe Finn could learn more about his rebel friend if he took a look inside.
He stopped and sat down next to a large sand dune, hoping the small amount of shade it provided could help take the edge off the heat. He wiped at the thick layer of perspiration on his brow and clicked open the disc, starting from the first recording.
The images shown popped up like a hologram, depicting a man, presumably the fighter pilot, Poe, and a lady. Poe had a hold of the woman’s hand, slowly spinning her in a circle as if the two were dancing. Just as quickly as the video had appeared, it faded to nothing.
Finn wanted to sit and watch more, but he knew he needed to continue walking or else he’d never find a place to properly rest. Or worse, he could get stuck out in the desert at night, utterly exhausted and unable to defend himself. Perfect prey for the swarms of gnaw-jars, carnivores that ran on six legs and feasted on warm blood. He stood up on shaky legs, continuing his trek, wondering about the woman with Poe.
Another hour seemed to pass (not that Finn could tell without his digitized stormtrooper gear) before he had to stop and take a breather. Against his better judgement, he opened the holodisc again, curiosity taking control.
The video started out shaky as if the recorder wasn’t holding the disc steadily when walking.
“Babe!” Poe called excitedly, finally holding the disc still.
“Yeah?” The same woman from the previous clip showed up in the hologram.
“What are we?” Poe asked, his smile was evident in his voice. The woman grinned.
“We’re pregnant,” she beamed.
“Hell yeah, we are!” Poe cheered. “So, what do you think? Boy or girl?”
“Girl,” she replied with a lopsided smirk.
“Oh, no way. Totally a boy,” Poe countered playfully.
“Wanna bet?” The woman implored, a mischievous glint in her eye that was visible even through the blue-tinted hologram. Finn could immediately tell that making wagers was a favourite activity of the couple.
“Twenty credits,” Poe said.
“You’re on,” the woman stretched out her hand. Poe reached out from behind the recorder and shook her hand before turning the disc off and ending the video.
Finn smiled for a moment, relishing in Poe’s happiness. It took a second for the horror to register in his mind, constantly sending a punch to his gut. For all he knew, Poe had died upon impact during the crash landing.
With a sinking heart, Finn continued onto the next hologram.
“You were right, (Y/N),” Poe’s voice came through before the recording even started. “It’s a girl.”
Finn paused. (Y/N). Her name was (Y/N).
“I owe you twenty credits,” Poe said as the video showed up. (Y/N) was laying in bed with a baby wrapped up in blankets in her arms. The smile on her face was the most peaceful thing Finn had seen in a long time. She looked up at the camera and blushed.
“Do you have to record everything?” She asked, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. Poe laughed softly behind the camera.
“Only the good parts,” he said, zooming in on the child in (Y/N)’s arms for a moment before zooming out again.
“Layla,” (Y/N) mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of the little human’s head.
“Layla?” Poe asked. (Y/N) nodded up at him. From that, Finn gathered that they hadn’t talked much about names for their new baby girl. “I love it. I love her.”
“She looks just like you.” (Y/N) giggled as Layla reached up and tugged on her hair with her chubby little hands.
“I bet she’ll be as smart as you, though,” Poe replied softly, reaching forward to gently run his finger against the newborn’s cheek. (Y/N) laughed again, sounding like a child who was just given a candy.
“She’ll be even smarter, what with having a pilot and a mechanic for parents and all,” she said, smile as bright and dazzling as the stars in the sky.
Poe made a hum of agreement before shutting off the recorder.
With another sigh, Finn pressed a button on the thin side of the disc, jumping to the last hologram on the device.
“You’re so adorable,” Poe said, aiming towards (Y/N), laying on the bed with a small child cuddled into her chest. It must have been an older version of Layla. She seemed around the age of three. “Both of you.”
(Y/N) looked up, pushing a lock of hair out of her face with a blush. “Stop that.”
Poe zoomed in on her face to tease her. She scowled playfully before he zoomed out to normal settings again. Little Layla stirred, rolling away from her mother’s embrace, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled up at the person behind the disc.
“Papa,” she muttered sleepily, getting up and reaching out for a hug. Poe obliged.
While pulling Layla into him, (Y/N) snatched the disc from his hands.
“You never record yourself,” she countered when he made a noise of protest. She showed him as he knelt beside the bed in what appeared to be their shared room. His face was unshaven and he was still dressed in his bedclothes. “I can’t imagine why. You’re very handsome.”
Poe laughed awkwardly, Layla still clinging to him.
“Papa, I’m hungry,” Layla said in her soft, childish, voice. Poe stood up from his kneeling position and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while she laughed gleefully.
“Let’s get you some breakfast then, baby girl,” he smiled. Layla clawed at his loose nightshirt as he purposefully jostled her around with every step he took into the kitchen.
(Y/N) laughed behind the camera, then turned off the disc.
Finn felt an immense wave of sadness mixed with anger crash over him. Poe had looked so happy. He had a family, people he was trying to get home for. And now he was gone.
Feeling like he’d found something he shouldn’t have, like he was trespassing into unexplored regions, Finn knew he had to find (Y/N). She needed to know what happened to her lover, the father of her child.
Request(s): “Hey!!! I love Poe and ur account!!! So I was wondering if I could maybe get a Poe x reader where the reader hates Poe cuz he’s stuck up but gets to know him a bit better and starts to love him as well and gets really confused and angry? Its OK if no, but thanks!” - @nerdyemocrap
Warning(s): None (If I need to add some, let me know!)
I changed up the request just a tad bit amigo, hope you don’t mind! I really like how this turned out and my aim is for you to feel the same. <3
If one thing was true, it was that you hatedPoe Dameron. At least, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s what you wanted everyone else to think, too. Everybody seemed to love him, with his irresistible charm and striking good looks. Your teammates liked to tease you about him being the perfect poster boy for the rebellion.
Yeah, the poster child for why no one should ever procreate, you’d think.
You despised the way he would feign humility when all he did was gloat, the way he’d walk into a room and immediately grab all the attention without even saying a word, the way he’d always grin at you with that award-winning smile. He made you want to punch a wall out of anger. Or that’s what you told yourself
More than once, he’d stolen your thunder, took the shot for you, swooped in and saved the day without being asked to. And, Maker, was he reckless. It seemed as if he never considered anyone else’s safety when in the air, it was all about him. That wasn’t something you had to lie to yourself about, though.
What made everything worse, was the fact that Poe Dameron actually made attempts to befriend you. Non-stop.
He’d walk up to you and start a conversation while you tried to fix your ship, or when you were eating dinner, or when you were in the command centre. It was like a never-ending barrage of Poe, Poe, Poe, and morePoe. Deep down, you didn’t mind it, but that didn’t mean you had to let everyone know.
“Hey (Y/N),” he walked up with a smirk as if he knew how much you didn’t like him and had decided to pester you anyway. “How’s my favourite pilot doing today?”
You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re your own favourite pilot, Dameron.”
He chuckled and nodded, “I see you’re continuing the salty facade, as usual.”
You reached around for your wrench, climbing up onto the wing of your ship to tighten a couple loose panels that could cause unbalanced flight if you weren’t careful. You groaned when you realised you’d grabbed the wrong size for the bolts you were using. You glanced down to see Poe holding up the right one.
“Needing something?” He asked, smugly. You scowled, reaching down and attempted to snatch the tool from his hand. He pulled back so you couldn’t reach, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a clicking noise.
“C’mon, Dameron, give me that,” you snapped angrily. He smiled innocently up at you.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” he beamed toothily. You were about ready to leap down and smack that grin right off of him.
“Poe, now,” you demanded. His eyes held a sparkling glint as an idea struck him.
“On one condition,” he started. You rolled your eyes, sitting back on your heels.
“What?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“You sit with me at dinner tonight,” he volunteered. You laughed aloud.
“In your dreams, flyboy,” you retorted, amused. He wasn’t kidding though.
“Alright, well, you can say goodbye to your tools then. I know a mechanic who could really use a new set right about now, and these all look perfect,” he teased, spinning his finger around your tool bag thoughtfully. You glared daggers at him.
“Fine,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.
“What was that?” He asked, his hand resting in the air above your bag.
“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you tonight,” you said louder. A smile broke out on his face, causing your face to heat up. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like it. It was embarrassing.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you in the cantina later, then,” he said, reaching up to hand you the tool you needed. You frowned and watched as he sauntered away, success filling his gait with happiness while you were left defeated.
You huffed in annoyance as he finally disappeared from the hangar, leaving you to work on your X-wing.
“(Y/N)! Over here!” A voice called over the incessant chatter of the cantina. You glanced over to see Poe waving you down. You shot a desperate look over at your friend, begging them to pull you away, but all they did was push you closer to his table. You sighed, slowly treading over and slouching down on the stool.
“Good evening, sunshine,” he greeted with a smile. You nodded your hellos. Poe wasted no time in introducing you to the rest of Black Squadron. You sent them all a curt smile and quickly bit into your bread, trying your hardest to avoid speaking.
Soon enough, Poe became engrossed in a conversation with Snap, leaving you and Jessika to yourselves.
“He likes you, you know,” Jessika started. You shot her a confused glance. “He talks about you constantly. Heard many good things about you.”
“No, not from Poe you haven’t,” you laughed. Now it was Jessika’s turn to be dumbfounded.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been nothing but rude to him since we first met,” you explained. “But, I have a good reason.”
“No, no, I understand why. He’s a douche at times,” Jess smiled, taking a bite out of her own meal.
There was another awkward silence before she spoke again.
“He says you’re a good pilot, but he’d rather you be on the ground,” she said through a mouthful of food. Anger flared up inside you, the thought of him wanting you grounded causing your ears to turn red.
“Oh yeah?” You asked through gritted teeth. Jess swallowed hard to get her food down.
“Wait, not like that, he isn’t trying to say that he wants to keep you down or anything. He just knows you’re a skilled mechanic and he thinks being on base is safer than in the air,” Jessika was quick to defend him, noticing your change in attitude.
Just as soon as it had arrived, your anger subsided, leaving you wondering why in the Maker’s good galaxy would Poe Dameron want you safe on base. Before you could ask why your conversation was interrupted.
“Hey, (Y/N), did Poe ever tell you about the time he tried to ride a Runyip back on Yavin IV?” Snap laughed loudly, a smile lighting up his face. You glanced over at Poe whose face was red as a berry. Obviously, it was an embarrassing story, causing you to want to learn more.
“No, in fact, he hasn’t,” you grinned smugly over at him as Snap began to go into the storytelling zone, spilling every humiliating detail. You stared straight at Poe for the entire duration of the narrative, relishing in how miserable the cocky pilot looked. You don’t remember all of the tale, but you know it ended with a broken arm and a long lecture from Poe’s father.
Truly a tale to tell the grandchildren, you thought.
Wait, why were you thinking about grandchildren? That implied actually having kids of your own. And with Poe no less. You almost shuddered, glad you caught the error of your ways before you said something you’d regret.
After a night full of more stories, ranging from battles to childhood shenanigans, the Black Squadron decided to head to the hay for the night. You would have gone back to your quarters too if Poe hadn’t asked for you to accompany him on a nighttime stroll around the base
You almost declined, but the look of hope on his face prevented you from doing so. Thinking back on it, you wondered what the kriff had gotten into you. You’d never been affected by him before, so why now? What was happening to you? Were you actually starting to let yourself like him? Once again, you pushed away the thought. No way, no how, would you ever enjoy the presence of Poe Dameron, the most stuck-up pilot the Resistance had to offer. It wasn’t a smart thing to do in any way, shape, or form.
“So, am I ever going to get an explanation as to why you hate me so much?” He asked after a few moments of walking. His words froze you to the core, causing you to stop in your tracks. The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Not really. You just wanted to, oh so badly. But that didn’t mean you really truly hated him. He might be an annoyance, yes, but never someone you hated, no matter what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. “Because, to me, it really doesn’t seem like you dislike me as much as you claim to. In fact, I’d say that you actually really like me. You just refuse to admit it.”
There it was, that snarky Poe Dameron that you knew all too well. The one that made your blood boil in your veins. “Maybe it’s because you make comments like that that makes me hate you,” you sneered.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious truth, (Y/N),” he defended.
“Whatever you say, prince charming,” you grumbled under your breath.
“I have a proposal for you,” he said. You rolled your eyes but let him continue. “I bet that I can make you fall for me in a month’s time.”
“Oh? And if you don’t?” You interrogated. He smiled.
“Then you get to humiliate me in any way you see fit,” he suggested. An evil grin spread across your lips, a glint in your eye.
“Alright, if you can’t get me to fall for you, then you get to run a lap around base soaking wet and in your underwear. AndI get to record it.”
The colour drained from Poe’s cheeks a little, but he nodded and outstretched his hand. “If I win the bet, you get to go on a date with me.”
You swallowed and reached your hand out to shake his. “Deal.”
Poe grinned again, making your stomach flutter for some unknown reason. You frowned as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush like crazy. “I’ll see you later then, (Y/N).”
I decided that I’ll start taking requests if anyone has some they want to see me write.
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“Ma’am, are you okay? You don’t look well,” the nurse asked. You pushed her away, nodding and standing up.
“I’m fine, I just…” You rushed out of the medbay, feeling sick to your stomach, but not because you were ill. None of the nurses followed you out, knowing you probably needed space after such shocking news.
“Hey (Y/N)!” A voice called as you left the medic centre. It was Finn. You sent him a small wave before turning away, leaving him standing alone and confused. You almost felt bad for leaving him in the dust, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to turn back and apologize. You couldn’t handle any interaction right now. All you wanted to do was get to your cabin and try not to sob your heart out.
Stars, how would Poe react? Would he be mad? Would he leave you? Your mind raced with all the bad things that could happen when you told him. That brought up another question. How were you going to tell him this?
You wiped furiously at your eyes as you approached the doors to the quarters you shared with your partner. The tears burned as they fell down your cheeks. The heavy door slammed behind you as you entered.
You glanced at the clock, vision a little fuzzy from the waterworks you were trying to suppress. There was about an hour before Poe would come to the cabin for a quick run through the ‘fresher before heading to dinner in the cantina. Which meant that you had about an hour to figure out how you were supposed to break the news to him.
You spent the time getting cleaned up. You washed your face, trying to rid yourself of the red colouration and tear streaks, and you changed into cleaner clothes. You were trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible without overdoing. If you were about to be dealing with heartbreak, you were at least going to be doing it with grace and style. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You decided to spend the rest of the time sitting on the bed, finishing up some reports on your holopad to waste the time.
You heard the door open a while later, looking over to see Poe, who was tossing you a lazy, lopsided grin.
“Hey you,” he mumbled, wandering over to the bed to wrap his arms around you, pulling you up. You held back a squeal as you were lifted into the air. Poe finally placed you back on the ground, still holding you from behind, burying his face into your shoulder. “How was your day, gorgeous?”
“It was a day,” you sighed, feeling your nerves act up, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Poe just hummed in agreement.
“I missed seeing you around the hangar today. Where’d you disappear to, huh?” Poe asked. You swallowed past the lump in your throat.
“I was with the General in the command centre,” you lied. Poe nodded, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Sounds like a blast,” he said sarcastically. “Finn said he saw you coming out of the medbay. Said you looked upset.”
“Uh, yeah, it was nothing,” you fibbed. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell Poe wasn’t buying it.
“It obviously wasn’t nothing. Want to talk about it? Did you hit your head on the inside of an X-wing again?” His tone was one of teasing, but you knew he was genuinely worried about you. You took a deep breath, pulling yourself away from his grasp to turn around and face him.
One look at your expression was enough to let him know that something wasn’t right. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
You shook your head, feeling tears well up again. Poe made a move to step towards you but you moved back instead, not wanting to be near him in case he got angry.
“Poe, I-” your voice broke and a tear fell down your cheek. Your hand instinctively went to rest over your stomach. You swallowed again before continuing, “I’m pregnant.”
You studied his face as the words registered in his mind.
“What?”
“Surprise,” you muttered, using your hands for extra emphasis.
“Is it… is it mine?” He asked. You nodded slowly.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I understand if you’re upset or want to leave.” The words tumbled out of your mouth without you even thinking about them. You watched as Poe’s face turned to one of disbelief.
“Why in the world would I be upset?”
You didn’t answer, instead, opting to stare down at the ground. Did this mean he wasn’t mad?
“Hey, (Y/N), look at me,” Poe reached forward and placed his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away stray tears. He stepped forward, placing his other hand on your waist. You looked up at him, still nervous. “I’m not upset at all. And I’m not going to leave you.”
“You’re not?” You asked incredulously.
“Of course not! We’re having a baby!” He exclaimed. He seemed happy, and his award-winning smile proved it. You felt yourself grin just a little bit, too. You let out a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding, the pressure on your chest finally dissipating. “This is amazing.”
He leaned down to press his lips against yours, excitement taking over his senses. He pulled you closer, not wanting to separate anytime soon.
“I love you,” Poe said. You hummed, heart swelling in your chest. “And our future kid.”
You giggled softly, resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, flyboy.”
“I’m gonna to be a dad,” he whispered under his breath, taking it all in. He seemed to like his new title. “And- and you’re going to be a mom.”
You nodded.
“Can I tell people?” Poe asked, eyes wide like a child who’d just walked past a candy store. You smiled bashfully, face turning red as you blushed.
“Sure,” you relented.
“Yes!” Poe cheered, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. “C’mon, let’s go get dinner and celebrate!”
You smiled even wider, if that was even possible, and followed after your enthusiastic lover.
A/Nthis is a fanfic I started a long time ago. If you guys want me to continue let me know!
This takes place before the Force Awakens
She was known as the gem of the galaxy, resembling her mother in her beauty and strength, with the cunning and slyness of a smuggler as her father once was. The future of the resistance.
Mae walked into the control room, finally finding her mother alone. “mother can I talk to you” Leia turned to smile at her youngest.
“what’s troubling you, child?”
“I can feel Ben sometimes.” Leia quickly turned away.
“it’s just your imagination Mae, now get back to work.” Mae reached out and touched her mothers shoulder.
“Mother please, I don’t feel Kylo Ren, the real Ben. He’s still alive, I know he’s still alive. I feel him and I know you do” Leia still refused to face her daughter, Mae slowly dropped her hand. “mother”
“You have too much of your father in you. You’re not going after your brother. I will not have two children turning out like my father.” Leia faced the girl with a stern look as she walked away from Mae.
“Moth-”
“Padmè Rose Solo. I will not have it.” Mae let out a small childish groan as her mother moved around the control room watching the cameras for an attack.
“You should understand how it feels when you know your twin brother is in trouble. No one stopped you. I’m not asking for your permission. I will save Ben. With or without your blessing” Leia sighed and shook her head as the youngest Solo made her way out of the room. She has a mix of Solo and Skywalker in her that can be deadly and she won’t back down.
“Rosie!” Poe called out as Mae passed the room of fighter pilots When he reached the girl his smile fell “what’s wrong Rosie?”
Mae smiled at the familiar nickname only Poe called her.
“Mother is stubborn-”
“Well you are her daughter!” Poe gave a laugh hoping to lighten the mood but it didn’t work.
“She won’t let me save Ben”
“Padmè, he can’t be saved. How many times do I have to tell you?” The young Solo girl kept a straight face but she felt like crying.
“None of you understand. He is my twin and I know he’s still good. You weren’t at the temple the night it all happened. You don’t understand the helplessness I felt knowing only I can save my brother and I couldn’t get to him. Whether you like it or not I am going after him. With or with out your help” Mae then ran all the way to her quarters the tears freely falling as she packed her bags.
“Rosie,” Poe whispered, “stop.” he turned her around so he was facing her. “stop.” Poe stared into her eyes. “we will find him, but this is not the way.” he pulled the girl into his arms, hugging her as the tears fell. “we will do something Padmè, I promise.”
WARNING: Nightmares? Monsters? Um, being hit really hard to the point of being unconscious. Summary:Reader is in a danger and must flee Takodana but where will she go? Maz has an idea. Notes: Ah yis….. your eyes are not deceiving you. I have updated! Thank you all who are still so patient for following this story. I truly appreciate it!
kylorenxreader
It’s been awhile since Hans had left you in the care of Maz and you couldn’t feel better. Every day you woke up ready to take on today’s challenges whether it be just dumping sludge down a drain or whipping up a simple drink, you didn’t care.
“How are you feeling (Y/n)?” Maz asked from her place behind the bar, eyeing you curiously with a smile.
You turned her direction, beaming a big smile. “Oh Maz I feel better than yesterday. Thank you so much for this. I am eternally in debt to you.” You brought the broom in your hand closer to your chest.
Maz let out a laugh, “Oh hush child.” She waved her small hand.
“No I mean it Maz. I know I say it everyday,” you walked to the bar, leaning over a bit. She looked up at you. “This…. is amazing. I’m happy now. I feel at peace.” You said softly, feeling yourself almost cry. “and I…… I can’t thank you enough.“
"You can thank me by getting started on the stalls in the back!" she says with a playful tone while she brings out a bucket.
"Oh anything, you name it!" You then grab the bucket and start heading to the back door, a little skip to your walk. She chuckles and shakes her head, "so much heart….”
She then ponders for a moment, her smile fading, “But I fear the worse for you”
-
“Anything?” He says as he strides through the doors, a hiss behind him as they close.
Hux briefly looked back, not wanting to make an effort to look at Ren. “No. But there is word she hid in a shuttle and that’s how she left the ship.”
“Where did it go?”
“Unfortunately, we don’t know. The Resistance shot down all four shuttles when they attacked one of our bases. It happened before we could pin point their exact location but we did get something.” Hux then nodded to one of the communications and they quickly pulled up a map, the lights lid up projecting it in the middle of the command room.
Ren walked around, examining it. “Are you sure? Its the back end of the galaxy, why would the resistance be all the way out here?”
“Not sure but its a start. Now if you excuse me I have to get back to running an army.” He then turned back around to look out the thick windows.
Kylo stayed silent, sending daggers at Hux’ head, after a moment he turned back around and walked out.
-
It was another glorious day– well, glorious to you that is. It started out fine as usual, cleaning up the floors, clearing out the front to make it look decent again from the previous drunk bunches the night before. Everything was going so smoothly.
“(Y/n)!”
You hear Maz’ faint voice call you from inside.
“Coming!” You yell back finishing sweeping dirt off the stone stairs.
You walked back in wiping your hands down with your apron. “Yes Maz?” You then looked up but she was no where in sight. “Maz?”
No answer.
“Maz? Hello?”
There was an eeriness in the air that sent chills down your spine which made you aware of how much you were sweating. “Please answer. Maz? Rack? Anyone?” Your voice croaked just a little, hands shaking a little.
“(Y/n).” said a familiar deep muffled voice.
You stop, feeling the beads of sweat roll down your temple as you recognized it.
“Ren.” You said back. too scared to face him but hesitantly you did. There he was in all is his black robe glory, looming just feet away from you, his stance was defensive and he seemed relaxed.
“How?”
He stayed quiet for a moment then with a slight shrug of his shoulders says; “I guessed.”
“Is anyone with you?”
“No,” he says again with a low voice. “I came alone.”
“Why? Why can’t you leave me alone? Just leave. We were a mistake.” you said with light rears going down your face. “I’m happy here.”
He scoffs. “Here? Surrounded by drunk bastards that probably wont look your way twice? You don’t belong here.”
“Who are you to say where I do and don’t belong.” you raised your voice taking a step towards him. “You don’t own me Kylo. No one does.”
“You’re right. I don’t…..” he starts walking around you slowly. “But I do know what’s best. You’re not safe here.”
“Ha! From you I am.” You turn you head but he stops. “I’m not talking about me, (Y/n).”
Your brows falter and crease. “What do you mean? Is there someone after me?”
“I don’t know exactly but I know they’re on to you. You’re not protected anymore.”
“The only danger here is you Kylo. I’m done with this.” You walked away and when you did light returned and Kylo was no where to be found.
“Child are you okay?” Maz asked walking from the back.
You looked up and realized you were on the floor heaving and pale, covered in sweat. “I-I-I don’t know Maz. He was here. H-He was right here!” You held your hand out to the empty space Kylo was just moments before.
“He’s here Maz!”
She saw the desperation in your eyes and sighed. “No one has been here dear.” She came up to you and placed her hands on your cheeks. “You’re cold and clammy.” She stated feeling for a fever.
“What happen?” She said sternly making you look at her.
You took a moment, “He said I was in danger and that something was after me.”
“Who’s after you?” Her eyes bore into yours.
Lips trembling you replied. barely above a whisper;”I don’t know.”
She dropped her hands. “So it is true….” she says standing up and facing away.
“W-what? What’s true?” You said scrambling to your feet.
She held a hand up. “It’s best you don’t know. Who told you this?”
You swallowed. “Kylo Ren.”
She sighed. “You’re not safe here anymore. I knew this day would come.”
“Please, let me stay. I have no where else to go.” You pleaded to her.
“No. It’s not safe here anymore. You have to go. Soon. I will make arrangements for you. Somewhere other than here.” She starts to walk away.
“So then what?” You yell to her.
She stops and turns halfway.
“Build a life there until I’m in danger again and keep running? Is that what my life is going to be like?”
She closes her eyes, a sign of grimace across her face. “I’m sorry (Y/n), this is for your protection. You can’t let it find you.”
You sniffled. “Please Maz. I don’t know where else to go.”
“I’m not going to send you to some unknown destination (Y/n). I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. In the mean time, just…….” She sighs again; “just stay here- for now. Until I can come up with something.”
You looked down at your feet and nodded. “Okay.”
-
A few days have past since Maz told you about your sudden departure, you were sweeping up a mess some idiot made but you couldn’t focus since Maz told you this morning the people taking you will be here in the afternoon and so you ended up bumping into a costumer who wasn’t really so nice.
:He snarled at you and made a move to push you but you dodged it and with all the anger and sadness returning after seeing Kylo again you pushed him.
Everyone stopped including the music and looked at you and the thing on the floor covered in his own beverage. They laughed at him and even the people in his group.
This made him more angry and stood up abruptly. “Why you!” He said in a unnatural deep voice and took a swing at you.
With ease since he’s very large and slow you were ale to dodge it again. Maybe all those times watching Kylo train paid off.
“Not in the mood buddy. Go back to your friends, next one is on me.” You suggest taking a step back from.
“You need to learn some manners little one.” His nostrils flared up and he came at you, too fast for you to dodge and you went flying to the wall where you slammed against it and fell to the floor on your stomach.
There was more loud commotion and voices yelling but you couldn’t even lift up your head to see, with very blurred vision you saw a figure walk towards you and lean down to check you.
“She needs to see a medic.” they said. Softly you felt their hand caress your stinging cheek. “We’ll take her now.”
Then everything went black.
-
You stood at the doorway, watching how she rode him and he reacted so lustfully, he hasn’t looked at you like that since she first started working for him.
The heartache hurt just as much as when your heart fluttered for him that first time you gave him your body.
You swallowed what pride you had and turned to darkness, at first you walked mindlessly then you saw him, highlighted by a red light.
“I know you’re there.” You said not bothering to turn around.
He didn’t respond so you turned.
“What’s after me?” You demanded. “I figured it out. you weren’t really there. You just got inside my head by using the force. You promised you wouldn’t do that.” Your voice softened a bit at the end.
You can practically hear his smile, “What gave it away?” he asked taking a couple steps towards you.
“How about that annoying headache you left afterwards?”
“Ah, you figured me out (Y/n). You’ve always been smart. I can see why Hux always wanted you by his side.”
“Don’t mock me.” Your voice cracked.
He came around, you could feel him behind you. “I wasn’t” Then you hear the hiss of his helmet and a heavy thud to the floor. “I miss you. Come back to me.” He proceeds to say pressing his chest against your back then feeling of his hands grab yours and intertwine fingers. “Please.”
That deep voice of his always made your knees buckle and your heart skip a beat, even for how much anger and resentment you have towards him he was your first love.
“Kylo….” you said lowly.
His hands moved up to grab your arms softly and you sighed, “Why did you do it?” you asked that one question that has been looming in your head since the day you left.
He didn’t answer.
“Please I need to know. You can at least give me an answer.”
Still quiet.
“Kylo?” You tried to turn but his grip on you tightened. “Ow! That hurts!” You pry at his hands but they just gripped tighter. “Hey!” You shout at him and look down in horror as his hands start to grow and morph, long claws tearing through the gloves, so long they wrapped completely around your arms.
“Kylo?” You said more desperately. No response except a snarled growl behind you. When you turned your head you couldn’t see anything as it was too dark.
“(Y/n)!” two voices said.
You looked forward to see, far away, a small light and two small figures running towards you and as they got closer they turned into one; a hand reached out but the beast holding on to you yanked you before they could reach and you screamed into the black that was now your reality.
-
You jolt awake, immediately trying to sit up but regret as the setting of a excruciating headache closed in. “Oh. Ow, ow.” You winced laying back down.
“Hey. Hey. Take it easy, you’re safe.” A smooth voice said.
You looked over at the person it belonged to. “Huh?”
He chuckles a little. “It’s okay. You’re at one of the safest places in the Galaxy.”
“And that place would be?” You asked.
“The main Resistance Base.”
“Oh. Um, was this the place Maz was talking about?”
“Well I only talked to her once and that was when I met her to pick you up, uh, I mean escort you here.” He sheepishly says rubbing the back of his head.
“Um, not to be mean or anything but who are you?”
“Oh! How stupid of me. I’m Dameron, Poe Dameron. I helped get you here safely while you were unconscious.”
You nod slowly. “Oh…. okay. So you were flying the craft I was in?”
“Uh–no. Ha ha.” He laughs nervously. “I was flying along side, making sure no one tried to pick a fight.”
You sat up slowly, feeling all the bruises and aches set in. “So,” you winced; “You’re a pilot? Like the X-wings?”
He nods. “Yeah. I can show you around the base when you’re feeling better.”
“That’d be really neat actually, after everything that’s happened.” You shrug.
You looked at each other for a moment, finally noticing his dark curls and the tinge of light in his eyes, so different from Kylo.
“Dameron!” A voice sounded from across the room.
Both heads turn to see a scolding nurse with supplies in her arms. “time for to leave the poor girl alone. She’s had quit a journey here and I don’t need you slowing down her progress.” She starts to shoosh him away.
He gets up from his spot and walks around the bed. “Right. See you later (Y/n)!” He gives a small wave.
“Bye Poe!” You wave with your good hand.
You then turn to the nurse as she dumps the supplies on your bed. “Alright, let’s re-bandage those wounds.”
Warnings: *looks you dead in the eyes* Bitch if you only knew how long this has been in my drafts. Nearly two thousand words of cunnilingus, piv, one tickle fight, alien alcohol consumption, mixed metaphors, and the projection of sexual/emotional desires onto the best pilot in the resistance 18+ ONLY.
Summary: Idiots in love. You’re the idiot, mainly. You happen to hear something quite salacious about your bestie. And oooh boy, are you awful at keeping your shit together.
Word Count: 15.7K
There are some things you can’t unhear. Tidbits of information that just fuck your whole day up with the implications. Specific ideas or mental images, solicited or not, that take form in your brain and proceed to run through your mind like a fathier on a racetrack. Oh Maker, you wish you could unhear this conversation. Because you know, you knowafter hearing all that… you’ll never be able to look at Poe Dameron the same way again. At least not for a long, longtime.
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You really didn’t. You were in the stall peeing, minding your own business for Maker’s sake and they just happened to come in and have this conversation. This was on them, not on you. What were you supposed to do? Cover your ears and hum to yourself? Bolt out of the toilet without washing your hands?
You were just having a normal, routine, piss in the cantina bathroom- spotchka going right through you, as per usual… and that’s when you heard them. Maker, you wish you’d never heard them.
“You’re not going to like what I have to tell you.”
Those had been Finn’s words the morning after the party.
You had blinked at him from the doorway, fully dressed from the night before and still somewhat drunk. When he had followed up with the news that Poe was gone, you had been naive to think that you would be able to fix things with him once you caught up with him on the mission: that would be your chance to talk about what had happened, to set things straight and decide where you both stood after how things had unfolded the night before.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
You weren’t going on the mission. Poe had reassigned you back to Nic. Maker, it wasridiculous. The smallest misunderstanding, a drunken kiss, and Poe had run away instead of talking it through. He clearly wanted to put as much physical distance between you as he could, and his answer to that was continuing the mission without you.
If it had stopped there, perhaps you could have accepted it as a rash mistake, an overreaction on his part. If he’d given you the chance, you would have told him that he was blowing this out of proportion and allowing it to snowball. You could have returned things to the careful equilibrium that had taken years to cultivate. But it didn’t stop there. Poe avoided any attempts you made at contacting him: no comms, no holocalls, nothing.
For the first time since your friendship had begun, Poe Dameron was at his furthest point from you; he was at aphelion.
Pairing: General Poe Dameron x Female reader Rating: mature Word count: 5.5k Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, drunken shenanigans, mutual pining, yearning, mentions of past relationships, mentions of sex, language, clowns trying not to be in love with each other, poe dameron kisses.
The night air isn’t cold or unwelcome as it caresses your exposed skin from where you stand on the balcony: it brings a freshness and the most delightful fragrance of exotic flowers that scatter across the stretch of land before you. It’s beautiful here—not just the scenery, no. It’s more than that: the people, the atmosphere. You have only been on the planet for hours, but the people greeted you as though you had spent a lifetime here.
By now, the celebrations are underway. Dinner was a remarkable display of the finest foods, sourced from many different planets to showcase how the decadent flavours work so well with the food grown in the gardens of the palace. You sat between Finn and Poe, talking away comfortably as though you were accustomed to being a guest at such an elegant affair, but as dinner began to wind down and they got pulled into more serious conversations, you were suddenly reminded that you are completely out of your element.
Despite your vast knowledge and understanding of politics, you don’t hold a high ranking title, so you’re an outsider to this kind of life. You have always gone above and beyond to prove yourself, to earn yourself respect and promotions in hopes of rising through the ranks, but it never happened.
Maybe if the war with the First Order hadn’t overshadowed everything, things would be different. But after Leia had gone, Poe never chose to promote you; there was always someone else who fit the post better, who was slightly more qualified. He always chalked it up to timing or specialty or seniority. He’d say that you were so perfectly suited for a mission that he couldn’t possibly move you yet. There was always a reason.
Through it all, some small part of you wondered if he didn’t want to promote you so he could retain control over the missions you went on and in turn, limit your time away from each other.
Pairing: General Poe Dameron x Female reader Rating:Mature Word count: 8k Warnings: mutual pining, yearning, mentions of death, mentions of past relationships, mentions of sex, language, clowns trying not to be in love with each other. A/N:The reader in this fic has the nickname ‘Stitch’ which was given to her to Poe. The name will make so much more sense when the backstory arrives… And it has no connection to that Disney character. This is a repost of the original chapter because Tumblr decided to refuse to put it in the tags. Apologies for the amount of times you’ve seen this on your dash today!
Your boots pound over the uneven terrain of Ajan Kloss as you trudge your way towards one of the newly built rooms on the base. You’re heading in the opposite direction of the ship that you are supposed to be leaving on, and with each step you take, your teeth press tighter together: the expression on your face matches the thunderous stomps of your feet. You’re already suited and booted for take-off, and you know what this is about—you know exactly what’s coming, and you carry the tension heavily in your jaw. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and you know for a fact that it isn’t going to be the last. By now, you should expect it. Yet, somehow, it still enrages you as you turn the next corner.
The walk is supposed to calm you down, but it doesn’t. Your fingers clench themselves into fists at your sides the more you think about it, and when you finally reach the door, you pause, taking a few slow breaths of the humid, jungle air.
How dare he? How fucking dare he?
Because he’s the General. That’s how. And even when you don’t agree with his decisions, you have no choice but to respect them.
Leia would never have done this without good reason.
You know that it’s unfair to compare them, as many others do, but it comes so naturally in moments like this. The familiar ache hangs in your chest, a lingering reminder of someone that could never be replaced. Leia Organa had led with such strength and compassion: she always seemed to know what to do and carried all of her decisions with an air of grace that made leading look so easy. But she had also led with fairness and, despite everything that came out of Poe Dameron’s mouth to make it sound as though he was trying to follow in her footsteps, his actions sometimes said otherwise.
Drawing in your final, calming breath, you let it out slowly and unclench your hands so that you can key in the code for the door and listen to it hiss open.
AN: The prologue is here! It’s basically just a little teaser to ease you into the story and provide some background knowledge, before I can dive fully into it. Enjoy!
word count: ~ 1.7k
summary: You get teased about your relationship with Poe and Din and reminisce about how you met them.
You don’t remember arriving at the staff entrance or going through check-in and wardrobe. Yet there you were standing in the kitchen. However, looking at your much too modern clothing and the backpack in your hands, you realised that you must have skipped the last part.
Quickly you kicked your sneakers into the oblivion called ‘under the kitchen sink’ while simultaneously struggling to take off your jeans and put on your work outfit. Your backpack landed unceremoniously under the kitchen island. You will have to visit your locker during your break to stow it away. And to freshen up a bit. Right now, you were late and looked like a mess. Thank god you were the only one working during the early shift. Customer traffic only picked up during early midday. Maybe you could sell it as a deliberate choice and explain to the children that some mean Tusken Raiders had come by and tried to rob the coffee shop. It was worth a try.
The radio in the kitchen corner crackled alive, and you heard the familiar gong signalling five minutes till opening. Five minutes until another day full of “Hello and welcome to the Sorgan Common House, what can I get you?” began. You could do it.
You were wringing out some rags in the sink behind the counter, having used them to clean up some spilt spotchka off a table earlier when you heard them come in.
It wasn’t uncommon for your co-workers or other staff members to swing by for a coffee or tea. The coffee shop was affectionately called 'Sorrow Come-on Out’ by the crew, as it was situated right at the entrance to the staff buildings, making it an easy stop for everybody that was either arriving or leaving for the day. You’ve been a shoulder to cry or lean on or a listening ear for almost everybody in your short time working at the theme park.
When you looked up, you saw them stepping in, but this didn’t seem to be a social call of the worrying kind. On the contrary, Rey and Finn seemed to be practically glowing while smiling widely at each other.
“How long do you think will it take Finn to finally tell Rey what he has been trying to confess to her for ages?” Omera grabbed the more or less dry rags from your hand and replaced them with clean ones as she passed you.
“Oh. I’m pretty sure they’ll be done reconstructing the Death Star by then, and who knows how long thatwill take. And also,” you say, turning around to face her, “I think something is going on between Poe and Finn. The number of times I’ve seen Finn wear one of his sweaters cannot be counted on my hands anymore.”
“You’ve worn Poe’s infamous jacket.”
“Once!”
“Is that why I see it hanging between our pans and pots?”
Before you were able to reply, you heard Rey’s voice over the noise of the customers, and you whipped around to face them again, leaving Omera to disappear into the kitchen.
“Oh, he’s a ghost, alright. For everything and everyone… with one exception.” Holding up a finger, she wiggled it in front of Finn’s face. You could hear the amusement in her voice, the not-so-hidden ‘Ask me more about it!’.
Of course, Finn obliged her. He always would. “And what would that be?”
“CB.”
Finn snorted. “What the bantha cr-” Seeing your face, he stopped abruptly, looking around for any children and almost walking into one. Clearing his throat, he tried again, “What kind of drug is that?”
You mentally face-palmed yourself.
“The worst kind of them all,” Rey sighed as she reached you at the bar and dramatically draped herself over it to underline her point, “unrequited love.”
Raising his eyebrows, Finn looked at her before he turned to you, mock-whispering: “Wouldn’t that be UR?”
Rey playfully hit his shoulder but grinned nevertheless, happy that he stepped into her trap. “A cutie? Yes, I am! Thanks for noticing!”
It was your turn to snort, almost asking them why they weren’t at their stations on the other side of the park, but you knew they would just ignore you. So you just shook your head and turned around to serve a customer that had arrived in the meantime.
Out of the corners of your eyes, you saw Finn smile at Rey. “Do you just have a plethora of stupid phrases available, or are you actually that fast with coming up with them? Anyways, what’s a CB then?”
“Not what. Who. Them,” she said, pointing at you. “The cute barista.”
You smiled and wished the customer a happy day when a reflection of sunlight just outside the window to your right caught your attention. But when you turned your head, all you could see were children running around the playground, vanishing into or appearing from inside of the huge Razor Crest. Of course, some exasperated parents were also trying to keep up with their offspring. There just wasn’t a sign of the guardian of the playground. It wasn’t a shiny metal armour or helm reflecting the sunlight while he ran after children or picked them up after they stumbled over their little feet and handed them off to their parents. No, the Mandalorian seemed to be absent.
“Look at them. Already dreaming of their Prince Charming.”
“I’m not dreaming.”
“Oh right,” Rey draped herself over the counter again, “you’re yearning.”
Finn just laughed as you half-assedly tried to swat a rag against her leg and hit his bum.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be out of your hair in no time. Wouldn’t want to keep him from flirting with you.”
“He’s not flirting.”
“Yeah, he is full-on trying to make you fall in love with him before he takes off his helmet to reveal his… fangs?”
You and Rey both looked at Finn, and he just shrugged. “Why else would he never take off his helmet?”
“To not break the illusion for the children! He’s the Mandalorian, and Mandalorians always keep their helmet on - This is the way,” both Finn and Rey finish the sentence with you. “And, if you must know, he does take the helmet off. How else would he drink the spotchka I give him?”
Rey’s eyes grew big. “You’ve seen his face?”
“Merely his lips.”
“Are they kissable?”
“Rey!” you and Finn said at the same time.
“What? I am a curious woman! I want to know what the face behind the helmet looks like.”
“And you inquire about his lips?” Finn asks with a jealous undertone.
“If that’s the only thing they’ve ever seen of him, yeah! Does anyone actually know what Din looks like?”
Finn shrugged his shoulders. “Lots of people, I’m sure. Poe should. Aren’t they best friends or something? Didn’t they apply together and then got hired on the spot after Leia, Luke, and Han realised what kind of crowd-pleasers and people magnets they could be? For adults and children alike?”
That was true. You’ve heard something similar from Peli when she came over to talk to you about the gossip she picked up in her little repair shop. According to her, however, something must have happened between them shortly before you had begun working at the coffee shop for them to drift apart. They are still tight, but they’ve been very well-behaved and the stories of the shenanigans the two were up to in past years, especially during the yearly staff retreat, sounded like made-up stories. Man, you were looking forward to finally being a part of a staff excursion this year.
You had met both men on the same day. Poe was first, and then, later on, came Din.
Actually, you had bumped into Poe Dameron three times on the same day in short succession after each meeting. It was your induction day, and you kept running back to the shared staff wardrobe after either forgetting things or taking too much with you. Each time you managed to somehow almost run over Poe until he grabbed you by the elbows and told you to “stick with him out of caution”. His more than yours, as you apparently had the energy of a mudhorn. Since his job at the park was to be a tour guide for guests, you couldn’t have asked for better company. What you didn’t know (and still don’t know) is that he was just leaving for the day, exhausted as hell, but after seeing your face, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away to get to know you better.
Meeting Din was less hectic, although there were many more people around. It was your first trial shift in the coffee shop, and if one asked him now, he wouldn’t be able to say what came over him that day. Usually, he would have retreated into the shadows of the staff building, leaving the screaming children behind and just enjoying the quietness during his fifteen-minute break. However, on that day, an invisible force (more like his bladder) forced him to enter the coffee shop. He saw you, actually saw you as he realised how lonely and exhausting your shift must have been, even among the many people ordering a coffee, tea or snack. The park was understaffed, and there was nobody to help you out after your initial introduction. Seeing your forced smile, he decided to sit down at the counter, keeping you company and helping you out whenever you needed it.
“Hey,” Omera’s head appeared between the drapes separating the kitchen from the coffee shop counter area, and her call interrupted your thoughts. She turned to Finn and Rey and pointed at her watch, “If you’re not going to stay and pay for something to drink, it would be better if you make yourself scarce. It’s time!”
And just like that - punctual like a swiss clock - the sound of heavy footfall and clinking armour announced his presence.
series summary: You work at a coffee shop (affectionately called Sorrow Come-On Out as you often lend your co-workers a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk to) that borders right to the children’s playground Razor Crest. The playground is supervised by a knight man in shining armour - The Mandalorian. Or, as you know him, Din Djarin. However, you’ve never actually seen the face behind the mask, as he often visits you during his breaks to relax and talk without taking off his costume to not break the illusion for the children. A face you have had the pleasure to see more often belongs to tour guide Poe Dameron - cocky, daring, flirty, charismatic and “the best staff member of the theme park” (at least when it comes to the adults, children might say otherwise). Then your coffee shop has to go through renovations, and you’re transferred to the other side of the theme park. There you slowly find a new home while missing your old buddies. Although not for long. Poe Dameron always finds a reason to bring his latest guests (and thereby himself) to your shop, and you get a new regular customer - a handsome man with curly hair, deep brown eyes and a patchy beard.
What happens when the two of them not only start fighting for the position of ‘Employee of the Month’ but also for your heart?
Star Wars Sequel Trilogy x The Mandalorian Crossover, Modern!AU, Theme Park!AU, Coffee Shop!AU, Everybody Lives!AU (but not Everybody Is Nice!AU)
current total word count: ~ 1.7k
warnings: explicit language, swearing, mentions of sex, mature themes, angst, possible spoilers for The Mandalorian and the sequel trilogy of Star Wars
warnings: briefest mention of sex, mention of minor bullying
word count: 1.5k
inspired by: ‘the best day’ - taylor swift
a/n: i had this in my head for awhile, i hope you enjoy! if you’d like to be added to my permanent tag list and be tagged in anything i post, please let me know! if i tagged you and you’d like to be removed let me know too!
The sound of the front door slamming shut caught Poe’s attention from the kitchen followed by heavy footsteps going straight up the staircase. He had decided to leave work early and surprise his daughter by being home when she got home from school and was making her an afternoon snack. A second door slamming shut made him furrow his brow and he put down the knife he was using to cut up an apple to go upstairs and investigate.
“Hon?” He knocked softly but only heard silence on the other side of the door. He knocked again before opening. “Hey, I’ve got some apples cut up if you want—“
She sat at her desk, head on top of her arms and her shoulders shaking. The breath she took in shook with sadness. Poe frowned and walked over slowly, not wanting to frighten her.
“Hey…” He put his hand on her back and rubbed it gently. “What’s going on?”
All she could do was cry, the sound breaking his heart right in two. He kneeled down next to her so he was eye level and she immediately threw her arms around his neck, crying softly into his shoulder. Poe hugged her tightly, cupping the back of her head and kissing the side of it. She didn’t say anything and he didn’t push her to. He just let her cry.
Her tears slowed and her cries grew quieter until the only noise that came from her was sniffles.
“Are you hurt?” He asked quietly and she shook her head, a quiet sigh of relief escaping his lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She took a shaky breath in and it caught.
“I…I d-don’t—“
He shook his head and kissed her cheek. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
She nodded and hugged him tighter. Poe held onto her as she continued to calm down. He moved back and cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping the leftover tears away.
“Come with me.”
He stood up and headed out of her room with her right behind him. She followed him downstairs and he told her to wait in the foyer while he put the apples in the fridge and grabbed his keys. They went out to the car and she got in the front seat.
“Where are we going?” Her voice was hoarse from crying. Poe started the car and looked over at her with a soft smile.
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”
Poe set out on the road, her favorite top 40 radio station filling the silence at a low volume. He looked over at her occasionally, her head not moving from its place against the window as she watched the trees and houses pass by. The tears hadn’t returned but she still looked down.
Being a single dad was tough. Poe had to be both mom and dad, which was admittedly easier when she was younger. Left at his doorstep by an ex-girlfriend at just a couple months old with a note tucked into her car seat, Poe thought he had done a pretty good job raising her without a mother. She was kind, polite, and the two of them were thick as thieves. But there were times when Poe felt the pressures of raising a girl, now a teenager, alone.
He was lucky to have such strong women in his life to be there for his daughter and so grateful to have them step in and help him, especially when she started asking about boys and when her time of the month first came around. Poe was good at a lot of things, but that was way out of his comfort zone.
He was so proud of the woman his daughter was becoming, but he’d be a fool to hide the fact that he was terrified about her teenage years and all the firsts that came with it — her first kiss, her first heartbreak and, god forbid, her first time. He found himself wishing a lot of the time that he she would just stay little forever.
Poe finally stopped the car about an hour later and she looked around, not recognizing where they were. Small shops lined the street on either side, big windows with their big colorful displays catching people’s attentions.
“Dad, where are we?” She asked as she got out of the car. He looked around for some kind of sign and shrugged.
“Ummm, I’m not really sure. I just kind of drove. Let’s walk around and find out.”
He walked up to the sidewalk and looked back when he saw she wasn’t following him. He gave her a humored smile.
“Come on.”
She looked at him skeptically and caught up with him. They walked by a few stores, taking a minute to look at the items in the window but not going inside. She didn’t seem all that interested, but Poe was hoping there would be something here that would make her forget whatever it was that was troubling her. It wasn’t until they got to the other side of the road that she finally spoke.
“I heard my friends talking about me behind my back.” Poe looked at her and she looked down and played with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“They hurt your feelings.”
She nodded and swallowed hard to keep herself from crying again. Poe put his arm around her shoulder.
“Girls are….young teenage girls especially….” He was at a loss. He had never personally dealt with any kind of girl drama before, so he really had no idea why her friends would do that and what to say to make her feel better.
“In my opinion, because I have no knowledge of how teenage girls operate…I think if you talk about someone behind their back, you’re insecure or jealous. Maybe even a little bit cowardly…because they can’t say it to your face.”
She nodded slowly and sighed. “I don’t like some of the same thing they do.”
“There’s nothing wrong that.”
“I think they think I’m…uncool or something. I don’t know.”
“Sweetheart…” Poe stopped walking and she looked up at him. “You are your own person. If there’s something you don’t like, big or small…you shouldn’t pretend to just because you think it’ll keep them around. I hate pickles with a passion and your Aunt Rey and Aunt Leia don’t understand why…but they don’t think I’m any less cool.”
She bit back a smile. “That’s…not exactly the same thing, dad.”
He shrugged and smiled softly. “My point is…don’t change yourself for anyone and don’t sacrifice your comfort and happiness just to please someone else.”
She knew he was right, he always was…but she couldn’t take him to school with her the next day to help her when she came face-to-face with them. How many more of her friends talked about her behind her back? Who would she talk to? And how long would she feel hurt by this? The questions swirled around in her head. The sadness she had felt earlier had been replaced by anxiety. Poe squeezed her shoulder as if he could sense it and she gave him the smallest of smiles.
She stayed silent and he kept his arm around her as he started walking again. They came across a store that had a shirt she liked in the window and she stopped to look at it.
“Want to go in?” Poe asked. She bit her lip.
“Can we?”
He nodded and gestured towards the door, allowing her to lead the way. She walked inside and looked back at him.
“You know, I hate pickles too.”
“They’re the worst.” She nodded in agreement and let out a giggle and he smiled at the sight of a smile on her face.
They spent hours walking around and Poe let her go to every store she wanted to go to. They talked about everything not related to school until she completely forgot about them and laughed and smiled harder than she thought she could muster up after what had happened at school earlier. She found some clothes that she really liked and Poe bought them for her before stopping for ice cream. They each chose a flavor and gave half of their ice cream to the other, a little tradition they had started a few years prior.
The drive home was happier. Her phone was hooked up to the car’s bluetooth and played her favorite songs, most of which Poe had never even heard of. She sang along, Poe looking at her when questionable lyrics came up. All she did was shrug and sing louder. He eventually turned the music to his favorite classic rock station, to which she laughed as she protested, and then it was Poe’s turn to sing loudly at the top of his lungs. He smiled widely when she started singing along with him, all the bad parts of the day completely forgotten.
What was a bad day quickly became one of the best days she’d had in a long while, and she had her dad to thank for that. She knew she always would.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader, modern!AU (part of the No More Wasted Time universe)
Word Count: 1.5k (ish)
Rating: Teen and up (BLOG IS 18+, THOUGH, MINORS DNI)
Excerpt:“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.
Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader being sick, fluff, EMOTIONS
Summary: When you get sick, Poe immediately jumps into action taking care of you.
A/N: Found a prompt from this wonderful prompt list and thought it was time for a certain moment to be shared between these two. The prompt was Damn, you’re burning up. Thank you, as always, for @creatively-analytical for giving this a look over and beta reading for me, I LOVE YOU.
Cursing every god you could think of, you reach up to flush the toilet you’d been hugging for the last 10 minutes. The early morning light seeps through the gossamer curtains over the small bathroom window, a breeze causing them to sway along the sill. You lean against the wall and tip your head back, sweat sliding down your neck and body shaking. Damn co-workers, coming to work sick and spreading it around…
You start to drowse, your stomach calm enough now to actually relax. The breeze dries the sweat from your body and your breathing begins to even out when…
Knock knock knock
The sudden rapping on your door startles you and you jerk awake, stomach once again beginning to roll with the movement. You shakily stand, opening the bathroom door and stumbling to the front door before peeking through the spy hole.
“Poe?” Your voice is haggard, throat raw from being sick.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader, modern!AU (part of the No More Wasted Time universe)
Word Count: 1.5k (ish)
Rating: Teen and up (BLOG IS 18+, THOUGH, MINORS DNI)
Excerpt:“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.
Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader being sick, fluff, EMOTIONS
Summary: When you get sick, Poe immediately jumps into action taking care of you.
A/N: Found a prompt from this wonderful prompt list and thought it was time for a certain moment to be shared between these two. The prompt was Damn, you’re burning up. Thank you, as always, for @creatively-analytical for giving this a look over and beta reading for me, I LOVE YOU.
Cursing every god you could think of, you reach up to flush the toilet you’d been hugging for the last 10 minutes. The early morning light seeps through the gossamer curtains over the small bathroom window, a breeze causing them to sway along the sill. You lean against the wall and tip your head back, sweat sliding down your neck and body shaking. Damn co-workers, coming to work sick and spreading it around…
You start to drowse, your stomach calm enough now to actually relax. The breeze dries the sweat from your body and your breathing begins to even out when…
Knock knock knock
The sudden rapping on your door startles you and you jerk awake, stomach once again beginning to roll with the movement. You shakily stand, opening the bathroom door and stumbling to the front door before peeking through the spy hole.
“Poe?” Your voice is haggard, throat raw from being sick.
“Baby? Everything okay?”
“Poe I’m so sick, you should go. I don’t want to give you this.”
“Hey let me in, you sound terrible.”
You step back from the door, unlocking it and opening it just an inch to peek through at him. Red basketball shorts cover his legs, a white hoodie over top, curls unruly and eyes suddenly filled with worry. “I feel terrible, you definitely don’t want what I have.”
He gently pushes against the door and you give in. The urge to keep him from getting this flu is overpowered by the desperate need to be held, to be taken care of. He steps in and closes the door behind him and takes you in.
Your hair is plastered to your face and neck and you’re shivering now. You had torn off your layers once the fever had kicked in, too hot to be covered up, but now that the sweat was evaporating from your skin it was suddenly freezing. Without meaning to, you wrap your arms around your body and start to sniffle. Tears line your eyes.
“Baby, baby what’s up?” Poe asks gently, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You push your arms into the sleeves, the hem brushing your thighs and completely covering your sleep shorts. More tears start to flow as he pulls you into a hug.
“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”
“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.
“Oookay, let’s get you into bed.” Without warning, Poe sweeps you up into his arms and walks you back into your room, laying you gently on the bed. He reaches up to sweep the hair from your face. “Damn, you’re burning up. Have you taken anything?”
You shake your head no, burrowing into the pillows and blankets. “Been having a hard time keeping things down.”
“I’m going to the store to get you some stuff. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
“Not really a lot of places I can go…” You mumble, eyes closed.
A soft chuckle comes from next to you. Poe kisses your forehead before saying, “That’s my girl.”
You’re asleep before he leaves.
- - - - - -
When you wake up, Poe is sitting next to you on the bed. Glasses are perched on his nose and he has a book in his hand. You watch him read, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a muscle in his jaw flutters.
“You’re cute when you read.”
His eyes flick to you over his glasses, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “There she is. How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright, I think…” you start, rolling onto your back. You immediately regret the movement as your stomach churns. “Ope, not alright.”
You bolt up, aiming for the bathroom. You make it to the toilet but aren’t able to shut the door before retching, acid burning its way up your throat. You heave again. You feel a hand begin gently rubbing your back, Poe’s presence a warming anchor.
“I don’t want you seeing this, Poe,” you manage to pant before retching again.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” He reassures you, hand never stopping its calming circles. “I’ve seen worse.” He begins humming a familiar song to comfort you as coughs wrack through your body. A simple tune, bringing memories of dingy karaoke bars and hushed patio conversations…
I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes
Then the wonder of it all is that you just don’t realize
How much I love you…
After a minute you feel confident that this episode is over and flush the toilet. Poe leaves for a moment before returning with a cool, damp washcloth. He wipes your forehead before laying it across the back of your neck.
“Sprite or ginger ale?” He asks.
“Ginger ale.” Your eyes close again as your body vibrates.
“I’m on it.”
You hear him shuffle to the small kitchen. He opens the freezer, ice clanking into a glass. The fizz of a bottle opening reaches your ears. He pours the soda into the glass and comes back to you, sitting on the floor beside you.
“Try and drink just a little bit.”
You open your eyes and reach for the glass. A silly straw sticks out from the top and he gives you a little wink. A tired smile sneaks its way across your face before you take a small sip, savoring the cool of the soda down your raw throat and handing the glass back to him.
“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You tell him, head falling back against the wall. The bubbles in your stomach seem to be working, calming the raging sea to something more manageable.
“Hey, this is what I’m here for,” he says, adjusting the washcloth on your neck. “What else do you need?”
“Help me back to bed?” you ask. He stands, offering his hand and you take it before standing on fawn-like legs. He puts his other arm around your waist and supports your tentative steps back to your bed. Climbing in, he covers you back up and takes the washcloth.
“I’m gonna put your soda on your nightstand and go get you some water. We’re gonna try to take some medicine before you fall back asleep, okay?”
Your stomach lurches again, but doesn’t threaten to do anything else as he goes back to the kitchen to grab a grocery bag. He brings the entire bag back, pulling out various snacks and bottles and lining them up on your nightstand.
“Poe, what is all this?”
He looks at you sheepishly. “Well, I know what works for me when I’m sick but I don’t know what works for you so I had to guess.” There’s Gatorade and Pedialtye, rice cakes and saltines, flu medicine and anti-nauseas; the bar of chocolate catches your eye and makes you laugh.
“Chocolate?”
“That’s for when you feel better.” He grins.
A warm feeling blossoms in your chest, different from the fever raging in your body. Watching him fuss over you, running back and forth to freshen your washcloth or refill the ginger ale you’re slowly drinking, you realize that this man would really do anything for you.
“Poe,” you whisper as he turns to go back to the kitchen to heat up some soup for you.
“Hmm?” He turns to face you, hovering in the doorway separating your room from the living room beyond.
Your voice catches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest and making words difficult. You take a breath…
“I love you.”
He looks at you, frozen in place. After a heartbeat, he closes the space between you in three strides and drops to his knees next to your bed. Joy radiates from him.
“Say it again.”
You take another breath, throat tight with emotion. “I love you.”
He surges up and kisses you, his hand tenderly cupping your jaw. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. Resting his head against yours he responds, “I love you, too.”
With your emotions already high from sickness, the joy filling your chest begins to escape as tears. You laugh, lifting your hands to rest on the sides of his face. “You’re definitely going to get sick now.”
“Absolutely worth it,” he replies, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. He looks back at you and smiles, a smile so blinding the rest of the world becomes shadowed and inconsequential.
You run your thumbs along his cheekbones. “Say it again.” You repeat back to him.
