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captainsophiestark · 2 days
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Smooth Talker Part 2
Poe Dameron x Reader
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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)
Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.
Word Count: 1,522
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.
I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.
Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.
"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.
"Yes sir."
"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."
I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.
"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."
The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.
I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.
I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.
When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.
I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.
Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.
"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.
"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."
"...You what?"
I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.
"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."
"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."
I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."
Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.
"Alright..."
"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."
"They WHAT?"
"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."
I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.
"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."
Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.
"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."
"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"
Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.
"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."
I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.
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balancingtheforce · 3 months
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Leia’s eyes are so expressive, I can’t.
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wenellyb · 1 year
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sternutaries · 11 months
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Thrawn🤝Leia: ✨️space cowboys✨️
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simply-reylo · 2 years
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Posted by sarasjustpeachy on Twitter
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pencil-urchin · 6 months
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I've never drawn Carrie Fisher before, so all I can do is *hope* I do better next time.
See what I did there? I emphasized hope cuz that's the prompt word. And also because I'm sick and think I'm hilarious.
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thegayfangrrl · 1 year
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cuppertys · 1 year
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Princess Leia organa appreciation Post because why not after all she is the mother of the rebellion and girlboss
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The Feast Day of the Fisher Saint: This powerful figure is portrayed as a woman haloed by twin suns, holding a dog. She is the patron of suffers of mental illness, scriptwriters, and generals. The details of this saint’s life have been conflated with many legends, but most accounts agree that she drowned in moonlight at the end, and the world mourned her passing.
(Text: Ursula Vernon, The Hidden Almanac. Art: Lindsay van Ekelenburg, Blessed Rebel Queen: Carrie Fisher.)
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Lonely Shadows
 Lonely shadows following me, Lonely ghosts come calling Lonely voices talking at me, Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
Jango couldn’t find any record of a ship arriving. And yet.
The woman wasted no time, striding through the halls, introducing herself to any and every clone she crossed paths with. General Organa, she said. Leia, if any of them wanted to address her informally.
Her shadows pressed the ‘informal’ aspect a little harder. Just call me Poe; it’s only Commander Dameron in emergencies. He smiled wide and joked easily, inviting the troopers to relax more smoothly than his superior. The other one stayed quiet, for the most part. Drifted to the edge, if they happened to meet a large group of clones at once. Managed to find the wariest soldiers, every time, and kept repeating the same words.
 My name is Finn. I used to be FN-2187.
And each time, without fail, he got those same soldiers to loosen up. To look at him with awe in their eyes, and easily transfer it to Dameron, who’d offered him that name, and Organa, who never acted like he was anything other than a trusted confidant.
Jango didn’t think he was the product of a Kaminoan cloning vat. But. Wherever he’d come from, Finn carried himself like someone used to marching in armor, and said exactly the right things to make the troopers trust him, from those fully grown down to the smallest cadets. Even Dameron, for all his relaxed posture and open smiles, couldn’t manage it nearly so easily.
Neither of them paid Jango the slightest bit of attention as he stalked after their group, watching with folded arms at each stop. Organa, though. She glanced at him at least once per interaction, a single eyebrow arched in challenge.
 And my mother told me son let it be, Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody, Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
Despite no record of the ship that dropped them off, the Kaminoans didn’t dither over assigning private quarters for the trio. Organa and Finn, after all, both carried lightsabers on their hips. Blasters, too, but the Jedi weapons stood out as more important. When Jango first tried to confront them, in the hall outside Lama Su’s main office, Organa looked him up and down, snorted, and flung Jango into the wall without lifting so much as a damn finger.
“Technically not a Jedi,” she told him, keeping Jango pinned in place with his feet dangling. “But my brother is. And I learned plenty from him.”
Clearly. He knew how some Force-users could make a phantom fist around their target’s throat, choking off airflow until they collapsed. Organa took that to a new extreme - it felt like getting flattened inside a trash compactor, with no room to move a limb or his head or even his lungs.
Only when the woman had walked halfway down the corridor with her two shadows did the pressure ease off, letting Jango drop to his knees and gasp for breath. And even so, he could still feel a sense of her watching him. Not malevolent, not amused, but assessing. And Jango liked that even less than he would if Organa acted like she was toying with him.
 Oh give me that fire Oh give me that fire Oh give me that fire Burn, burn, burn
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wanderinginksplot · 10 months
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Just for Kix
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Additional content (in collected one-shot format) for Nobody Listens to Kix that didn’t fit the overall tone.
Oaths
Neutralized
Displaced
Leia
Vent
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darlingmarie3 · 1 year
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My headcanon is that Han Solo would absolutely LOVE The Rolling Stones.
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wenellyb · 2 years
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The Skywalkers
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urfavepegs · 2 years
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@hanorganaas submitted:
Leia Organa (from Star Wars) pegs
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reylogirlie · 6 months
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HEADCANNON TIME:
So like. Before Alderaan got blown up Leia was the princess, right? She’s Ben’s mother, right? So Ben would’ve technically been a prince had his mother’s home not been destroyed.
Soooooo he calls Rey “princess” sometimes and she loves it bc it makes her feel special and not like a girl who grew up alone in the sand 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
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marysocontrary1 · 1 year
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