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Judgement

Namor x Reader

Word Count: 870

Summary: You chose humanity over your heart. And now you were here to face judgement by the person who shattered it.

A/N: No Namor fics yet? *Thanos Voice* Fine…. I’ll do it myself. (LMK if we are digging this for a part 2 lol)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Lil smut (if I do a part 2 there will be more lol), angst, implied previous smut, possessiveness, suicidal thoughts, war, wakanda forever spoilers, possible incorrect Mayan language translation (tried my best with research but if anyone out there has feedback please let me know!!!)

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You shouldn’t be here.

War raged, and yet you found yourself on the sand, standing at the edge of a turbulent ocean. The waves churned just as turmoil stirred in your veins. Your guilted thoughts raced, tears filling your eyes.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

You stepped into the surf, too numb to the feeling of its icy waters.

I deserve this.

Forgive me.

The water stilled, as if in the eye of the hurricane.

And then, he emerged from the surface, molten eyes filled with wrath.

The wrath of a god.

Ku'ku'lkán.

Namor.

You fell to your knees, sand biting into the skin, transfixed by his fury.

He was just as you remembered so long ago…. So painfully beautiful, like the sight of a wave eroding a cliff side.

He became more than a god to you. Friend. Companion. Lover.

In the beginning, all he asked for was your loyalty and silence on him and his people. You gave him not only this but love. In return, he revealed himself parts of himself to you in those moments together, slowly showing you all of himself over time.

He gifted you something he never gave to anyone on land.

Trust and devotion.

You were gladly blinded by this dream of a man and woman in love... A man who made you laugh so hard until your sides hurt, painted you beautiful stories of his kingdom with words, brought you art and trinkets from the depths of his home, confided in you, taught you his mother’s tongue, and coaxed your utter undoing each night with his hands, his mouth, and his body.

He was the water, current, waves, and the depths of an ocean and people.

You fell in love with a god.

But a god cannot love a person who betrayed him and his people.

He chose war against humanity instead of you.

And you chose humanity instead of your heart.

He promised to kill you if you ever stepped into an ocean again the day you parted.

You deserved his wrath, forsaking him for the world above. This war had waged too long with violence committed on both sides, but the people of Talokan, who you had come to love through Namor, were being slaughtered. The guilt disintegrated what left of your heart remained. And you came here before your anguish consumes you, knowing it was would be the end.

You didn’t realize your head had bowed in shame until you felt the cool blade of his spear tuck under your chin, lifting it up.

His face was blurred in your tear-soaked vision, but you could see eyes churned with an emotion you feared to never see….

Rage. Anguish.

Your tears flowed silently, pinching your lips together for fear of choking on your breath.

He just stood there, the pressure of the blade never increasing or decreasing. He had seen battle since you last saw him, three distinct claw marks scarring his cheek. You ached for him and his suffering in this war. If only you stayed. If only you chose him.

If only.

If only.

If only.

And then the blade left your chin. He slammed the tip of it into the ocean floor, the sound of it rippling across the water.

Namor extended his hand.

You didn’t hesitate to place it in his, the warmth of his hand enveloping yours like the sun.

Namor’s eyes had calmed, the tempest in them before now a gentle current. You were lulled by them as he brought you to your feet.

He pulled you with him further into the water, his eyes remaining fixed upon yours.

And once you were weightless in the ocean, he pulled you to him, your body flush against his own with hand wrapped around your back. You’re warmed, the memories and feeling of him radiating through your body.

He cupped your cheek with one hand.

His decision was made, eyes softening.

Forgiveness.

Namor chose forgiveness.

And then you broke, tears continuing to fall as you sobbed. “Ma'taali'teeni' ajawo’.”

I’m sorry, my king.

That same hand gripped the back of your neck, your face now tipped up to meet his own. You could barely breathe as his gaze burned through your own.

And he breathed one word, carving it into your soul.

Mine.

His mouth crashed into yours, coaxing it open where he poured his fury, rage, forgiveness, and love with your own. He stole your breath, suffocating it as he adored your lips, your jaw, your neck. He repeated the word to you over and over again. Your core pulsed with the heartbeat rushing through your ears.

And then he murmured new words in whispers over and over your skin.

In k'aatech.

I love you.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the sky and arching into him as his adoration became desperate. He lavished an open kiss on the pendant at the base of your neck… A gift he gave you the first night he made love to you.

You were his that day long before he spoke the words to you now.

And then his mouth found yours again before he pulled you under a swelling wave, sending you both beneath the surface into that vast, endless blue.

To his home.

To Talokan.

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A/N: TENOCH ILY I AM NOT OVER THIS MAN AND THIS MOVIEEE

Update: part 2 is being worked on 🫶😽

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[shellshocklove]

Hii out of curiosity was your PS!Joel fic inspired by the @bageldaddy Joel fic ?

hi <3 no, it wasn't inspired by anything tbh the idea just popped into my head at the end of june. i think i created my document on july 2nd (exposing myself on how slow i am at writing lmao).

if it was inspired by anything it was probably the tv-show minx since i was rewatching it before the new season premiered! deborah is bambi in my head <3

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[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender: A TLOU Story - Complete Series Master List

Cover Art by @gizmogurlie41786 WHO IS AMAZING

Joel couldn’t say the real reason he needed Sarah to stay home that night. You were in a fucking sundress with a ribbon in your hair. A goddamn ribbon. And you’d been cooking, the whole house smelled like heaven and you were in a fucking sundress with a goddamn ribbon in your hair and now he was going to be home alone with you all night. Not that anything was going to happen. Nothing was going to happen. Not a damn thing.

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You're a college student in Austin, Texas, who gets a summer job nannying Sarah Miller. It's not long before her dad sees you as more than a babysitter - or more than a friend. But life - and an apocalypse - have other plans.

An age-gap grumpy/sunshine friends-to-lovers (and eventually friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers) fanfic that starts pre-outbreak. Series is now complete and spans from Spring, 2000, through Fall, 2029, in the HBO timeline.

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poe dameron recs

you'll never keep him | one shot, angst | @bensolosbluesaber (tw)

safe with you | imagine, flangst | @storyarcscribe

hope | imagine, flangst | @im-poe-dameron

something forgotten | one shot, flangst | @bensolosbluesaber

the commander & the star | imagine, flangst (but more fluff) | @phantomspiderr

steady | imagine, flangst | @crestfallen-dameron

sometimes you love someone... | imagine, flangst | @softlyspector

say it again | one shot, flangst | @oscarseyebrow

tucking the sheets around them | imagine, fluff | @userpoe

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the f-word | one shot, fluff | @the-little-ewok

nine | two shot, the trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @foxilayde

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family man | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @rqgnarok

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[jake-g-lockley]

Happy New Year my loves !!!!

Thank you so much for such an amazing 2022. The past few months have been so much fun and I wish to write more, with different styles and genres. Thank you so much for all the support, love and encouragement. This is such a beautiful little community and I’ve really been healing with the lack of negativity.

Heres to new beginnings and more happily ever afters in 2023 xxx

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[amywritesthings]

It's almost been an entire year since I posted my very first fanfiction entry to this blog, and what a year it has been! If you would have told me this time last year that I would be regularly posting one-shots, creating new series, and pursuing my dream of a full 'novel'-sized feature story, I would have said you were crazy. Now? I cannot fathom my life without this escapism, this community, and the kindness of strangers who have propelled me to create and dream is something I do not take for granted and am thankful for every day.

So thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me, inspiring me, reblogging and encouraging my content, and overall just being a positive influence in all our respective fandoms -- Star Wars, Stranger Things, Marvel, Pedro Universe, and beyond.

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[storyarcscribe]

hi, i love your writing, can't wait to read more of it! may i request a spicy prompt with Din (🌶 55)? i feel like it would suit an enemies to lover/sex pollen story, but it's up to you, do what you want, go crazy ;) thank you so much!

Ask and ye shall receive my dear anon. 

Cruelty

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K+ (of filth!!!!) 

Summary: The Mandalorian was a fearsome bounty hunter. You knew this better than anyone. What you didn’t know how cruel the man could be… especially on a night you drank something you weren’t suppose to and fall to your knees before him. 

A/N: Thank you for the submission! The prompt you selected is bolded in the fic. Seriously y’all I need to go to confession after this… Also, wrote this like a mad-woman. Brace yourselves.  

Warnings: Smut🔥, 18+ Only, language, alcohol, thigh riding, masturbation, bit of degradation, dirty talk (purr), Din Djarin (need I say more?)

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You fucked up. 

Truly and royally fucked up. 

He told you not to drink the offering during this harvest celebration.

Mando ordered many things: take care of the kid, stay in line, fix his wounds, keep to the ship, and so on. You were his bounty at one point, on the run from Crimson Dawn after stealing expensive medical supplies. On the day of your capture, his little, green child defended you, and that was the end his pursuit.

You eventually grew to love the kid while loathing his that metal bastard of a father. He tolerated you on his ship ever since then, allowing you a much needed hideaway from the gang members hunting you. 

Tonight was the first time in a long time you were permitted to get off the ship to source medical supplies. The village on this Outer Rim planet was kind enough to let you both stay for a meal. Their people were celebrating a harvest, and their culture demanded all who entered their lands to partake in the celebration. 

Mando looked ominous in the firelight at the start of the celebration, the flames dancing on his beskar. The kid was tucked away on the Crest, locked and shielded from the sounds of this jubilation. As the night continued, you were offered the most glorious food ever. People were laughing, the songs grew louder, and people began dancing. You didn’t even feel the cup entering your hand until you heard a local whispering in your ear to drink. With no beskar in your line of sight, you tossed its contents back in one swig. 

The drink was the best thing you had ever tasted in your entire life. 

The lights grew brighter, the sound was louder, and your blood began to sing. Everything was perfect. You felt perfect. This was possibly the best night of your entire life. Somewhere along the way, as you spun, looking up at the sky, a hand encircled your waist, drawing you into a dance. Maker, did it feel good. They were warm, and their hands encircled your waist, pulling you into their front. When their breath hit your neck, you couldn’t help but lean into their touch even more-

Cold air hit your body, and the sensation of warmth was gone. 

A familiar, frigid warrior stood before you with your dance partner on the ground. 

And he was seething. 

“We’re leaving,” Mando growled, dragging you away from the merriment of the fire. 

The grip on your elbow sent a jolt down your spine as he pulled you through the tree line. Mando had touched you before. Most notably, when capturing you that first time, pinning you to the ground with a blaster to your head. How could you forget?  A few weeks ago, he nearly strangled your shoulder when you cauterized the blaster to burn his forearm.

Instead of the pain that usually laced his touch, all you felt was a pleasure. 

Kriff. 

“What the fuck were you doing?” He hissed, coming to a stop once you were out of sight from the village. He towered over you, his helmet tipping down. You could feel his anger burning through your eyes like a brand. 

“Answer me,” he commanded, tugging you to his chest by your arm.

Wrong move. You couldn’t contain the gasp escaping your lips. The metal was unbearably cold against the warmth of the fire still lingering on your skin.

He halted as you breathed hotly against his armor. You were flushed, sweat coating your skin. But, Maker, the coolness of his armor boiled you much more than that person by the fire. 

“You drank it,” he snarled. “Didn’t you?”

You couldn’t speak without fear of moaning, shaking against him instead. You were hot all over, the effects of the drink truly now settling in. Then, like a blaster shot, your vision morphed, and your mind screamed one objective and only that. 

You wanted him. 

By the Maker, you wanted him.

You gasped for air as he cocked his head to the side. Maker, you needed to touch him. With a shaky hand, you pressed it to his helmet. It felt like ice under your skin. He pushed you away as if you had burned him. You fell to your knees. The cold ground felt nothing like his body against yours. You whimpered, head lolling down. 

“P-please,” you begged. The heat began to burn now like you were on fire. You felt yourself crawl. Sith’s hell, you were crawling to him like a cat in heat. You didn’t care, trying your best not to whine as you felt your legs squeeze against your aching sex. 

You finally were at his feet, and as you brushed both hands against his thighs, you could have sworn he leaned into the touch.

You were dying as he looked down at you. At this moment, all sanity left your head. 

“Please… what?” he asked. 

You shook violently, the tears in your eyes spilling over. You wanted him against you, in you, on you… you didn’t care so long as he was here with you, taking you with him. 

“Mando,” you pleaded. It felt like a prayer on your lips, and he was the answer to it. 

Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground by him, backing you against a tree. Mando crowded you, suffocating away the moonlight pushing through the trees. The bark at your back didn’t bite as his hands lifting you up from the waist, shoving a cool, metal thigh between your legs. He lifted you like you were nothing and held your weight without even an extra gasp of air. The metal against your hot core shot through up your spine. The pleasure was unbearable as your hand shook against the tree. You gazed at him through wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath. 

You tugged him forward, needing his body against you, but he remained fixed as a statue. You needed him to continue, to answer your prayer that you begged on that forest ground. Instead, Mando just held you there, watching you come more and more undone without even moving a muscle.

He cocked his head to the side. “Go on then.”

The sweat poured down your temple into the hollowness of your neck. You couldn’t think past the coldness seeping through your sex, needing more. He looked down to where his leg jutted between your thighs, one hand holding your hip and the other braced against the tree. 

“It’s my thigh or nothing,” he murmured darkly, the helmet returning its gaze to you. “I’m not helping you get off.”

You loathed him. 

You despised him.

The Mandalorian was the cruelest being you had ever known in your entire life. Worst than every person who wanted you dead. He held you there, offering you every chance of release you begged for, yet dangling your humiliation for it. The ache crushing your bones demanded release, and you were past caring whatever twisted game he was playing. 

He expected you to rut against him fast and hard. Fuck that. You may be out of your mind in need of him, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction he craved at your undoing. 

Instead, with the most control you felt all night, you slowly slid your hands up the front of his armor to grip the fabric of his armor-weave by his neck. He stood so still as you gripped the material, heat radiating through it. Then, ever so gently, you rocked your pelvis into the curve where his hip met your thigh. You gasped at the cool and hard sensation. The feeling radiated from your clit up your spine. Pleasure beyond words cascaded through your body. 

More. 

You needed more. 

You rocked again, moaning openly this time. 

The grip on your hip tightened.

You continued to rock into him at a slow and steady pace, the hardness of his armor coaxing the sweetest pleasure throughout your body. You were soaked, feeling your slickness run down to the metal. He remained fixed in his place, the grip of your hip never faltering. You knew the pressure would leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care. The pain mixed with pleasure was like a drug.

You gripped your hands harder around his shoulders, shaking as you arched your back while you continued to ride him. This new angle as your hips move back and forth over him was delicious. You  felt the metal bushing against the opening of your core. 

“Mando,” you breathed, brows pinching together. You were so close now, rocking into him like an animal as you chased the pleasure he coaxed from your core. You shut your eyes, imaging him beneath you with his cock inside your sex. Mando shuddered for the first time all night but didn’t say a word as you ran towards that cliff he was pushing you towards. 

That hand on the tree now grasped your jaw open, forcing you to open your eyes. You moaned so loud that you were sure the village could hear you.  The helmet was trained on you as you watched yourself come more undone in its reflection. You were a wreck. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, and mouth parted so wide. You didn’t care so long as he kept his thigh between your legs. 

“You like fucking my thigh, sweet one?” He asked. 

You shuddered and keened as his grip on your jaw tightened. You’ve seen him kill with these hands. He had thrown bounties into carbonate with these hands. You would gladly die here with his hand on your jaw and the other on your back.

“Look at you,” he breathed. Maker, you had never heard that sound comes from him before.

His hand at your waist now pressed the arch of your back, pushing you harder on his thigh. The precipice now stood before you as you rocked your hips deeply unto his thigh. The sound of your sex on the metal was loud. His breath was loud now, too, through the voice modulator.

“Cum for me, sweet one,” he growled. 

The timbre of his voice pushed you to release. You came hard on his thigh, the sound of moans piercing the night air. He held you as you rid your high on his leg, thighs shaking so much it hurt. He held you as you rutted against him until you couldn’t, the weight of your body finally collapsing against his check. You had never orgasmed like that in your entire life. Whatever you drank that boiled your blood had finally ebbed, all while draining the very energy out of you.

He said nothing as you slid off his thigh… No comment or jib at the slickness coating the beskar as he picked you up, tucking you into his arms. 

Oblivion waited for you as your eyes shut, but not before he murmured. “Next time, sweet one, I won’t be as kind.”

As the darkness took over, you liked the sound of that promise. 

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yes i am ashamed to admit that apparently my masked men in armor kink does extend to darth vader exclusively in kenobi series...i have never looked at this man with any interest before UNTIL that scene where he stalks up to reva and just looms over her.

he’s just so BIG...lorge masked man i am NOT immune...

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Day n Light (a moonknight star wars crossover)

plot: after the fight with the first order on Crait , Poe Dameron starts having dreams about a mysterious man with DID ties with the Moon god. Poe, Rey and Finn including the adorable BB8 lands on earth accidentally after being attack by the first order. With three of them separated they met Steven Grant/ Marc Spector after an mistaken Identity , the four must help stop forces beyond their level.

Chapter 5

Rey eyes wide on what she is seeing ,it was what many many memories flashes really similar when she first touches the lightsaber at Maz castle. What she saw was stun her there was Poe Dameron , but he was looking at her with a strict face “Poe?’’ she asks as she reaches for his shoulder “No I’m Marc, who's Poe ? Wait, you can see me?” , she realized what “steven” said was true, “what do you mean?” before she can get “marc'' answers she watch another man appears in the shadows he was same man but with a falthat and look as poe, steven or marc whatever the person who has Poe’s face ,thar she and finn met, she felt this odd feeling about him he puts a glove figure to his lips as if to say “don’t them about me or else” which rey then lands in the desert “w-where am I this is not Jakku'' she said panicking spinning around seeing an aftermath of an massacure, bodies in the sand “LEAVE My Avatar mind alone child” she heard someone behind her, it doesn’t sound like Kylo Ren ,”who’s there? What do you mean by avatar?” she was starting to get scare she felt it’s presence and take out her lightsaber for defense “Interesting, little bug” it said appearing in front of Rey to her shock to see a giant mad wrap in bandages , a curscant moon staff and the most scariest of all was his head , it was a Giant Bird Skull , “very interesting indeed”  Rey step back and fell backwards……on the marble floor of the museum.

Steven panic “what happen ?” he asked while helping her up with a concerned look on his face and felt Marc’s glare in his head “Rey , you okay?” Finn also asks with a worried look on his face  “did you use the force to see what up with Poe? ” okay that question made steven and marc make a weird face , while Marc is trying to gain control of the body to explain to the two people in front of them, Steven on the other hand  was very concen of Rey seeing her face that was full of fear , fear like he did when discovering that he had an american man living inside his body and that they are avatars to Khonshu.  “ Finn” she started to speak and looked at Finn with wide eyes “Yeah?” 

“That man is telling the truth” that made Finn confused “WHat do you mean? Did you see what was wrong with Poe?”

“Bloody hell she went in my mind ?!?!”Steven said in fright and a bit relieved that she knows about his condition “Steven we have to go “ marc whisper shout in his head , knowing something bad is coming  “Well duh Poe she force sensitive of course she went in your mind” Finn said  in a matter of fact tone in his voice “Finn” Rey stated and points at steven “That’s not Poe “

A/N: chapter 5 finally up ! Heck yeah baby 🌙🧡 and the special cameo from Jake Lockley

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Lighten Up | Part III

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: 80 years later… Part III is HERE. Remember when this was a one shot? Ha, me neither. Thank you all for your patience and love for this fic. I intend to write one more part and maybe an epilogue.

Warnings: panic attack, blood, violence, gun wound, blackouts, humiliation, horrible medical knowledge per me, Poe Dameron (need I saw more?) 

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In the most horrible moments of your life, you found that everything moved quickly, making hours feel like minutes or minutes feel like seconds…

The day your dog ran away on your seventh birthday…

When your mother got sick that one harvest season…

The morning your brother enlisted…

Your father’s anger when you crashed the family speeder…

When you learned about the First Order’s strike on your home planet…

Your first dog fight on Black Squadron…

These moments flew by as if you were an outsider.

This time…. With a blaster to your head and weapon stripped from your hand… Well, that stopped time itself.

You knew this could be your fate in the Resistance, either in the air or on the ground—death for the cause. 

But you couldn’t bear the thought of looking into Dameron’s eyes when the trigger was pulled.

Poe’s eyes. 

...The same eyes you were now seeing emerge from the shuttle. 

He crept down the ramp, inch by inch. His hands were tight on his blaster. His expression held a stillness you’d seen repeatedly in battle, eyes locking onto your captor.

“You’re a hard man to find,” the enemy acknowledged. 

Poe studied the captor. “Wasn’t trying to be found.”

The anger radiating from your captor was defending. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“Not my type,” Poe responded an eyebrow lifting. 

Your nostrils flared. Ever the smart-ass, even with a blaster to your head. 

“No… but she is,” the enemy mused.

Like a moth to a flame, Poe turned his gaze to you for a moment, softening. His steady and reassuring expression tided over whatever panic you felt bubbling up.

“Poe Dameron,” the gunman bellowed, “you are under arrest by the command of the First Order.”

Poe’s wall returned as he stared at your captor. 

“You gonna arrest me over there?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

Your captor hauled you up by your shirt, clamping an arm around your throat. 

“On your knees, Rebel,” the gunman seethed at Dameron. 

Poe's eyes flickered. “Let’s not get hasty here-”

The blaster’s barrel was pressed hard into your head as you gasped for air with his arm locked around your neck.

Poe’s demeanor finally shattered, and he sunk to his knees. 

“Alright- OKAY!” He bellowed, hands up with a blaster barrel to the sky. “Fuck… alright, just… easy.”

Poe’s breath was ragged as he looked between you and the gunman. He held nothing back now in his eyes… anguish and fear.

Poe Dameron was afraid. 

Poe Dameron was never afraid. 

“You’ll do anything for her,” the gunman snickered, pulling you both back to reality. “Just like in the alley, hm?”

Poe’s eyes went ablaze. 

“Wasn’t aware of the audience?” The gunman mused.

Your stomach soured as mortification sunk into your bones. They were there. Maker, they watched you both. The enemy viewed every moan and whimper of pleasure from last night.

Nausea roiled in your stomach. 

Poe’s jaw ticked as he tried to leash that anger broiling to the surface. 

The enemy smiled. “Perhaps not… She was very loud-”

“You sick, fuck,” Poe growled. 

You’d seen him angry. Sure. But this… this was rage.

“Careful,” the man warned. You almost buckled as he pressed the barrel harder into the side of your head. 

“We only need you alive, Dameron,” the captor warned. “So behave while we wait.” 

The rage in Poe's eyes simmered, swirling hard in his eyes, but he said nothing more. 

He was complying...

Poe never yielded when it came to the First Order. 

It was because of your mistake that he'd be captured. The airflow to your lungs seemed to lessen as you began to panic. 

The Resistance would be shaken if Poe was taken.

You'd never hear his voice again on the comms.

He'd never fly again. 

He'd never storm into the mess hall.

This would be the last time you'd ever see him. 

Maker, the things you wanted to say but could not formulate into words. 

You'd never be able to ask him what that in his eyes meant last night and today... 

...The same look you know you’ve seen before on his face time and time again. 

(You knew the answer to that last thought.)

Your eyes watered. "Poe, leave, please-"

“Quiet,” your captor seethed in your ear. 

Poe's eyes locked onto yours, grounding you. “Breathe-”

The gunman seethed. “Quiet!”

Poe stilled, his gaze burning through you. 

Breathe, he mouthed again with that look… Not a suggestion… An order.

You closed your eyes and began to breathe deeply….

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

You’re gonna get out of this…

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

…Because that’s what we do, yes?

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

So breathe. 

Oh. 

Your eyes snapped open, realization hitting you like g-force. 

And you threw your weight back with all your might into your captor, pushing the captor’s blaster away. 

You fell forward to the ground with the gunman staggering behind you.

Two blaster shots pierced the air. 

You braced yourself for the pain, but you never felt it. 

The captor thumped on the ground, two holes smoking through his chest. You twisted around to see Dameron strung tight with his blaster lowering. The rage in his eyes ebbed as he looked at you. 

You were still on your knees when he came crashing down to your level, hands grubbing your shoulders. 

Concern coursed through his eyes as he checked you over. 

I’m okay, you breathed over and over. 

The weight of his eyes shook you to your core as he released the breath you were sure he had held since he was on that ramp. He nodded sharply, his throat bobbing. 

He stood, hands retreating from your shoulders. The heavy look in his eyes was replaced with a sense of focus. 

You felt cold.

“Nice hit,” he said, hand outstretched. 

You took his hand, that slight warmth returning to your body. “Nice shot.”

That smirk you didn’t realize you’d missed returned on his face. “We need to-”

Pain. 

Maker, you were in so much pain. You doubled over, knees hitting the ground. 

That earlier thought of everything moving slowly in bad moments? Yeah…. You were wrong.

Poe shouted your name as he returned fire to whoever stood against you. 

You couldn’t think outside the pain, but you heard Poe shouting your name again, blaster drawn as he looped your arm around his back. 

A sharp cry tore out of your mouth, begging him to stop. But instead, Poe continued to drag you to that shuttle ramp, firing his blaster repeatedly at those white figures in the distance.

He fired precisely, not straining at any moment as you forced your legs to move with his own until you both were in the shuttle. Your breaths reverberated loudly off the durasteel as Poe closed the ramp, but it wasn’t as loud as the blaster fire against the shuttle's exterior.

He set you down in the co-pilot chair and turned on the ship's shields. “Let me see.”

Lifting a bloody hand from your wound, you didn’t look down at it, knowing the sight you’d see… Torn skin with blood running out of it, flesh held together from your hand. Instead, you looked at Poe. He didn’t say a word, but you could read the expression easily on his face that he tried to conceal.

“Just a scratch, Five,” he nodded assuringly. “Gonna be alright.”

He tore away from the kneeling position to grab a discarded jacket. You didn’t realize your eyes had closed until he shook you violently. 

“Hey,” Poe commanded. “Eyes open.”

Maker, his eyes were burning like before outside. You gasped as he pressed the fabric to your stomach.

“No passing out on me,” he said. Then, with a shaky hand, you lightly held the fabric to your stomach. 

He brought the safety harness down over, maneuvering your hand away. 

And then he tightened the straps across your stomach. You screamed, agony ripping through you. He didn’t stop, even as you pleaded with him to rid you of the pain. 

I know. I know. He soothed over and over again.

He finally stopped. The pain lingered, but the blood flow halted from your wound. 

“Don’t move,” he said, voice emerging over your pain.

“Not… going anywhere,” you rasped, sweat dropping off your face. 

He began to continue the flight prep as the ship roared to life. You reached automatically to help with the fight prep.

“Sit still,” Poe warned, the ship lifting into the air.

You grimaced. “You need-”

The ship veered as you were hit with something like a heavy cannon. 

“Shit,” Poe said as the ship jutted in the air.

You reached for what looked like the gunner controls, locking the target on the Stromtroppers grounded. Then, firing the cannons, you made quick work of them as Poe shot the shuttle out the hanger bay. 

“You… were saying?” You asked, slumping back.

He ignored you, but you could practically hear his head shake from his seat. 

“Rose,” Poe called over the comms, “Rose, you there?”

The crackling over the comms was defending. 

“Finn?” Poe asked. 

“P-Poe!” Finn shouted over the comms.

You both released a sigh of relief. “Good to hear you, buddy. We ran into some unexpected guests.”

“No shit,” Finn responded. “I took care of them out here. You and Five, alright?”

Poe looked to you, glancing down at your wound. You shook your head, not in pain, but response.  Don’t . It wouldn’t serve to have him panicking while getting back to base. 

Poe’s jaw clenched. “Been better. What’s your 20?”

“About a kilometer away from the ship. She’s scrambling their comms and offline. You?”

“Airborne,” Poe continued.

“Airborne?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You stole a ship, didn’t you?”

“Repurposed a ship.”

“… Is it a nice one?”

“Yes,” Dameron answered with a roll of his eyes. “Now, stay low, Finn. We’ll patch in at hyperspace.”

“Copy. Over and out.”

Poe lifted the detonator button for the warehouse. And without a second thought, he ignited it. 

The blast reverberated in your ears. It was over.

For a moment, there was peace, and Poe turned to check your wound before climbing into the atmosphere. 

Then, a roar echoed from a distance you were familiar with, emerging from the cloud banks.

TIE fighters. 

Ten of them… forming a barricade between your ship and the upper atmosphere. They peaked in and out of the clouds, lurking to make the first move.

“Shuttle 8819, identify yourself ,” the First Order Trooper said over the comms of your shuttle.

Poe muttered a curse, slowing the ship in mid-air. His eyes assess the horizon and radar, assessing the best means of escape. But against ten TIEs.

You knew the odds… and reached again for the weapons system, bringing it back online. 

“Back off, Five,” Poe warned, eyes darting left and right between you and the TIEs. 

“Shuttle 8819, identify yourself -“

He murmured your last name in caution. “That’s an order.” 

“-or we’ll be forced to engage .”

He wasn’t going to get you both out of there without you. 

This ship wasn’t an X-Wing, and he needed a gunner.

You’d decide for him, flickering the target screen to life. “You can report me later.”

Dameron looked to you and then back to the enemy.

“Shuttle 8819, respond."

You locked the target on the closest TIE, waiting for the call. 

A stillness settled into the air.

“Shuttle-”

“Fire,” Poe breathed.

Your target aimed true, and the first TIE exploded. 

One down, nine to go. 

Dameron took the shuttle into a nose dive, evading and dodging each TIE. You both moved in tandem, slipping into that ease and formation you are both known for on Black Squadron… Poe Dameron, the best damn pilot in the galaxy, and you, its best gunner.

Those TIEs didn’t stand a chance. 

Poe’s voice reverberated in your ears as it always did in missions, but now, you could see him fully in action out of your eye. He was lethal. Every single maneuver was calculated. 

You were so in synced with him as he called every move. 

Clip that corner. 

Yes! There we go, Five. 

Steady. 

Be ready. I’m cutting under. 

Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about! 

Maker, you used to hate those words in your earpiece, but now, being with him, you could see the focus and sincerity behind those words. 

Poe Dameron was in his element as much as you were. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he could fly any damn ship. He’d give those First Order TIEs hope, then swing the shuttle around, where you’d hook a shot to their underbellies. But, of course, they never got a good look at the shuttle with you as a gunner. 

Soon, the remaining TIEs stood in your way, and Poe saw an opening for the atmosphere.

“Hold on,” he warned.

You braced yourself for whatever idea now formed in his head. 

He pushed you further and further into the sky until the planet fell all but way. 

And then, Dameron shot the shuttle backward, right under the TIEs. 

You fired three perfect shots.

The TIEs imploded, pieces of metal falling slowly to the planet’s surface. 

It was over. 

You collapsed in your chair, the adrenaline still coursing as you smiled and let out a shaky breath. Poe whooped and cheered loudly.

He smiled brightly through all the sweat and grime, glowing like a karking sun. 

“You’re exempt from a court marshal,” he smiled, eyes sparkling. 

You coughed a laugh. 

Poe began to swing the shuttle around, punching in coordinates to enter hyperspace. “And that fifth one? Fuck, Five. You blew that to hell perfectly. 

You chuckled again, containing another cough. 

He continued to rave about the battle as he jumped to light speed. He was still shining just as brightly as hyperspace. Maker, you missed that. You thought you’d never see that again. 

You wanted to say something. Now seemed like the time to do it. About all of it… you might have never gotten the chance to say something after today. 

“Five?” he asked. You looked up at him through bleary eyes. When did you shut them? Maker, you were tired suddenly.

Poe was looking down to your stomach, where blood dripped down to the ground forming a small pool at your feet. All that brightness in his face was replaced with dread.

“Five!” he repeated, releasing himself from the pilot chair. He rushed over to you, picking up your lolled head.

Tired. 

You were so tired. 

“Hey, eyes on me, remember?” he murmured, pressing a hand to your stomach when the jacket covered it. 

You groaned in pain. It shot down your legs, jerking you in the strap. 

Poe stood, moving to the back of the ship. You couldn’t think again as the pain rolled you over and stripped you bare. You needed to get, Poe, tell him…. Tell him something... tell him all those thoughts back on the ramp. Then, you could sleep. 

You reached for the buckle with bloodied hands, releasing you from your chair. 

You didn't remember collapsing to the floor until you felt Poe holding you, a hand wrapped around your back and in your lap, pressing the blood-soaked jacket to your wound. You couldn’t handle it much anymore. Maker, you were thankful for that. 

That furrowed brow softened slightly as your eyes met his own.

“I’ve got you, Five,” he assured. “I’ve got you.”

His mask was on again, but you could see him clearly through the cracks, just as you always did. 

Such despair. 

Such longing in his eyes. 

You looked down at his hand, now soaked with your blood.

“Hey,” he murmured, drawing your attention to his eyes. "Keep looking at me, yeah?”

You blinked slowly again, focusing on him. 

"There you are, sweetheart," he murmured.

The blue of hyperspace made him glow. Maker, he looked like an angel. 

“We’ll be home soon,” he assured, a soft smile forming, but it never met his eyes. 

He always set his mouth into a thin line when he lied. 

You knew him so well. When did that happen? Perhaps you always knew him, even when you claimed to hate him. You could never hate him. You don’t think you’d ever hated him. He needed to know that, feel that. You lifted a hand to his cheek—anything to touch him. 

His breath came out harshly, and he pulled you into his arms and tucked your hand into his bloodied one. “I’m here... I’m here.”

You struggled, body shaking as you looked into those dark, molten eyes. “I don’t”-“

“Shhh, baby,” he brushed his hand over your hair. It felt so warm. 

“-I don’t hate you,” you mumbled. But you think now you felt the direct opposite of that feeling. 

He shuddered. “Oh, baby, I know you don’t. I know you don’t.”

Regret poured through you. “I’m sorry-“ 

“Stop," his hand cupped your cheek. 

You did, swallowing back pain every thought you wanted…. No need… to say it out loud. 

I’m so sorry, Poe. 

Forgive me. 

I’ve never hated you. 

Last night was... you are… You’ve made me feel alive for the first time in so long. 

He gripped you tighter. “Whatever you’re going to say, you say it tomorrow. You stay with me right now.”

I wish we had more time, Poe. 

“Poe." His name was a prayer on your lips. 

And then you sunk deeper into his arms, tethered to him as he began to call your name over and over again until everything went dark.

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A/N: I’m so evil for this pain y’all. HAPPY BEEPS ARE COMING!! And our fair lady smut… i’m a plot hoe though so thank you for bearing with me.

Thank you for reading, rookies! Part IV is on the way :)

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