#yes I’m putting it in the tags. look at the beebs

[spiritofjustice]

I got my custom plushes of Abbot and Abbey today!!! They turned out so damn cute, I love them so much

#psy's no punctuation posts #mother 3 #abbot mother 3 #abbey mother 3 #yes I’m putting it in the tags. look at the beebs #they’re fucking huge too it’s so nice #i love themmmmm #and the whole process was so damn expedient I love it #was a nice thing to wake up to after the wack ass night I had

[anthonycrowleymoved]

I know this is old discourse but in light of destiel becoming canon, what are your thoughts on neil gaiman not allowing Crowley and Aziraphale to be gay lovers? He said that they're angels, not men, so is that supposed to imply that they're not gay simply cuz they're non-binary (so they're asexual)? I just wanna know if they'e in love or not lol. I ship them so much.

yeah okay this is gonna have to be tagged neil discourse because thinking about this over a year later i’m still mad huh

so like. i know very well what he said at the time. he was basically like, and i’m paraphrasing but that’s because i simply do not care enough to give a direct quote but on twitter he was like ‘oh well angels don’t UNDERSTAND human concepts like GENDER and SEXUAL ATTRACTION so NO they’re NOT GAY’ and then someone was like ‘but they’re in love right?’ and he was like ‘of course.’ right? everyone agrees that’s what happened right after the show aired? and like, okay, i’m not going to begrudge people seeing this as representative of themselves if they’re nb and/or ace, that’s cool and fine, and you do you. i find it interesting that i saw a ton more criticism about it on here than on twitter, but that’s probably just more indicative of who i’m following and how much i’m on here than anything else. anyway.

let’s break this bullshit down and explain piece by piece why i think neil’s quote unquote representation in gomens is a hot garbage fire and why it kind of rubbed me the wrong way from the moment i saw it.

1. he posted it on twitter. he wrote the script and could have like, you know, put it into the show, if them being In Love was like, actually part of the story. he had the ability to do that. gomens was already going to piss off right wing groups because of how it treats religion, this wasn’t something i legitimately think amazon/the beeb would have just said ‘no’ to if neil was serious about it. mean, maybe that’s a bit far into conspiracy territory, but i truly believe if they really wanted to make azcrow canon the one person who could have managed getting a scene would have been the author/showrunner. and because he didn’t if you’re a casual viewer who’s not fucking following his goddamned twitter seeing gay representation is now a rorschach test

‘they don’t adhere to human ways of thinking about gender and sexuality’ MANY THOUGHTS HERE but let’s start with

2. i think hallie originally said this and neil i know you wrote the book but like. did you read the book neil. because i thought one of the main points of it was that aziraphale and crowley had effectively ‘gone native’ and saw themselves more like humans than like celestial beings. and they’d been on earth for all of human history. it’s a bad take i’m sorry i know he literally wrote it but like really. really.

3. look i’m nb and i’d love some nb rep. but that was not nb rep. those were two cis male actors playing (largely) male presenting characters with absolutely no in-text indications that they aren’t cis. there’s one (a few? god it’s been a minute since i watched the show) character referred to by singular ‘they’ and it’s not aziraphale or crowley. and like, look, i get that in real life there’s nb people who don’t go by gender neutral pronouns and that’s cool and fine because that’s what those people feel inside. but, like, this isn’t real life, it’s a tv show, and referring to male presenting characters as he/him and then occasionally putting them in feminine clothing isn’t representation because people who aren’t looking for that kind of representation aren’t going to see it, they’re going to see a joke about a man in a dress

4. and i’m not ace so i can’t speak on that, but i do remember at the time ace people being like ‘that....was not ace rep’ so like, make of that what you will. again, i’m not going to tell you you can’t see them as nb and/or ace, but like, i’m just asking you, was that really representation? like, was it? in your heart like, would you have been happy with that representation if neil didn’t tell you it was representation? because if you’re just starved for content, that’s FINE, you’re ALLOWED, all i’m asking you is to not praise the creator for doing fuck all.

5. ‘of course [they’re in love]’ again where??? where??? where is it neil. where is it in the actual text of the show. like there’s in text evidence that they love each other platonically and there’s lots of jokes made by other characters but like. i hate to say that but that’s it. i don’t know why this off the cusp response still makes my blood boil but boy does it

6. i don’t want to go looking for it because i’ve done that like six times but there’s a post on neil’s tumblr from before the show dropped about how there would be moments that people who ship it would be happy with but it wouldn’t become canon. you can look it up i swear he said that in like....december of 2018ish? something like that. which, again, is fine on its own, but combined with the fact that after he was like ‘lmao that’s what i was going for’......not my favorite look

what i’m saying is like, if he wanted to create an actual queer narrative he could have but he just like, chose not to and then when he realized he could have people watching his show just because they’re thirsty for representation that isn’t there i think he went ‘oh i’ll jk rowling this’ i don’t KNOW that that’s what happened but, like, that’s what it looks like to me.

i used to regularly refer to the “representation” in gomens as nu-queerbaiting, which i still like as a term, because to me it’s the person in charge (not the actors, usually, unless they have some say in the writing process) going, oh no they’re totally in love with each other totally trust me :) and then like, they’re not, not really, not to the people who like, watch the show but don’t fucking follow the author on twitter. and that’s. i’m sorry, that’s not canon to me.

and, to be honest, how this is presented honestly makes me more angry than if it was just maybe in-universe wink wink nudge nudge, because i’m USED to queerbaiting and i know that like, almost nothing ever ever ever comes of it and i get it and i like having fun anyways, so i deal. and like, i was a book fan before the show came out. the book was written in the late 80s, and i knew that it wasn’t going to be anywhere near as gay as the fandom has made that work for thirty goddamned years, and i was fine with that. like, going into it, i joked, but it was fine because it was a relatively faithful adaption of a book i like. i wasn’t looking for gay representation, even though i ship aziraphale and crowley.

but like, there was this wave of people who came looking for representation, and the show is so vague on that concept that they saw it, but it’s like. it’s not actually really there. there’s no one saying ‘yes they’re really irl in love.’ there’s two male-presenting characters who COULD be in love, if you choose to view it like that, but maybe aren’t. and like, that’s FINE, on it’s own, but i hate that someone in a position of power said ‘no you’re right lmao’ even though he didn’t do shit. it was made in 2019. queer representation should be better than that. i’m not patting neil on the back for doing literally nothing.

so like, tldr: yeah the rep is bad in my opinion!!! it’s not good!!!! i don’t like how neil handled it and it’s gross!!!! i hope this answers your question!!!!

anyway that being said azcrow is such a good ship anyway, so like, why does it matter if they’re canon? ship em anyways no one can stop me from doing it even though how it was handled by the actual creator is a garbage fire when you look at it for more than like, thirty seconds. like......why must a ship be ‘canon’? is it not enough to read a book and see two celestial beings, in love with humanity?

#neil if you're searching your name again and see this no you didn't #neil discourse #go #go tv #nonny mouse #inquiries

[castiel-barnes]

Damerons Music.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem! Reader. AFAB (reader is married to Poe.)

Summary: Poe has quite good music taste and when flying on mission and fighting the First Order it can be quite amusing, especially as you’re talented and cocky as Poe. 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Fun. Music references.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

Leia loved the two of you and trusted the two of you immensely. She had been a mentor to the two of you. But there were some days when she really wondered what was going in your heads. She had officiated your small wedding as part of the celebration, after the Star Killer base explosion. At the evacuation of D’Qar, the two of you ran all the way to the bridge to find Leia. Skidding to a stop in front of Leia you and your husband at this time shared a single brain cell.

���Permission to jump in an X-Wing?” You said in unison with Poe,

“Permission granted.” Leia responded smiling at your synchronicity with Poe as you both turned and ran. The two of you ran full speed with BB8 in tow, towards the hanger and your X-Wings.

“Do you want music today?” Poe asked kissing the top of your head, 

“Yeah, surprise me today. Be safe flyboy.” You responded as you put your helmet on and smiled at him.

“I think I know what i’m gonna put on. You be safe too sweetheart.” Poe stated with his signature smile. The two of you started up the engines on your X-Wings and flew out the hanger, as soon as the First order fleet arrived out of hyperspace. The two of you flew towards the fleet and stopped in a two fighter formation just in front of them. Poe patched the two of you into First Order comms and decided to have fun.

“Attention! This is Commander Poe Dameron.” Poe started,

“And Lieutenant Y/N Dameron.” You chimed in. Wondering if Leia did actually have a message for Hux.

“Of the Republic fleet, we have urgent communique for General Hugs.” Poe continued as he looked over at you briefly,

“This is General Hux of the First Order. The Republic is no more. Your fleet are Rebel scum and war criminals. Tell your precious Princess there will be no terms, there will be no surrender...” Hux stated looking out the window towards the two of you.

“Hi, we’re holding for General Hugs.” Poe stated. You snickered knowing exactly what he was doing,

“This is Hux. You and your friends are doomed. We will wipe your filth from the galaxy.” Hux responded already sounding annoyed.

“Okay. I’ll hold.” Poe said humming to himself,

“Hey Poe, do you think we have time to order some food?” You asked smiling. You were both still on comms with the First Order so they could still hear you.

“Yeah, I think we’ll have some time. Could really go for some blue milk pancakes.” Poe replied looking at you again, he knew that you knew what he was doing.

“Hello?” Hux said slightly confused,

“Hello? Yup, I’m still here.” Poe replied.

“Can they hear me?” Hux asked one of the officers who had patched them through, and the officer nodded. “He can?” Hux continued,

“Hugs? With a H? Skinny guy. Kinda pasty.” Poe said somewhat describing Hux,

“Oh don’t forget the ginger hair and the anger management issues.” You added on, getting your blasters ready.

“I can hear you. Can you hear me?” Hux stated very clearly annoyed by this point which was hyping you and Poe up even more for getting under his skin,

“Look we can’t hold forever, we have something important tonight. If you reach him, tell him Leia has an urgent message for him.” Poe stated looking over at you and nodded. He was giving you the final shot to get under his skin. 

“I believe that they’re tooling with you sir.” Captain Peavey informed Hux who instantly glared at Peavey,

“About his mother.” You said, hearing Poe chuckle and then hearing music start playing that was heard on the Finalizer. I fought the Law by the band Clash started playing, the perfect song to play whilst pulling difficult manoeuvres around in space fighting the first order. 

“Good choice of song today honey.” You complemented Poe on his song choice,

“Thank you darling, I knew you’d appreciate some good music. And nice blow to Hux about his mother.” Poe responded and you knew he was smiling. The two of you flew in formation pass the bridge of the dreadnought that was accompanied by the Hux’s Star destroyer. 

“Damerons, I suggest that you keep the flirting to the minimum because on behalf of every senior officer on bridge right now. I don’t think we want to hear you flirting. Or singing.” Leia stated coming over the comms startling you both for a second, because you forgot she could hear you. 

“Yes Ma’am.” You both said in unison. Pulling around the front of the dreadnought, both of your had gone for the surface cannons but that was until the First Order cavalry arrived. BB8 let out a frantic beep which notified Poe of their arrival.

“Y/N!! We’ve got a lot of company coming our way.” Poe almost shouted over comms, 

“I see them baby, beebs get another song on. And make it a good one.” You replied and also talked to BB8. Somewhere in the playlist, BB8 found the best song that went along with this type of situation. Danger Zone by Kenny Loggings. You and Poe chuckled knowing the origins of the song, but this song got you hyped.

Everyone knew that you and Poe had good music taste. They loved how in sync the two of you were, especially when the two of you were flying. It was like watching the Festival of Ancestors on Pasaana, the synchronicity of everyone celebrating together.

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You worried about Poe a lot. He had a lot of weight on his shoulders, and sometimes it showed especially when the two of you were alone. For a long time he was Leia's successor, Commander of his own squadron and Leia's most trusted pilot.

When Leia passed, Poe became General and asked Finn to co-general with him. The weight added up as the responsibility of General was passes down to him. At the battle of Exegol, the fight was hard for a while it looked like the battle was a loss. You heard Poe scream as he saw Snaps X-Wing burn up and crash. Thankfully Lando and Chewie turned up in the Falcon, with what looked like the entrie galaxy backing you up. You both smiled, a tear coming yo your eye. The call was answered.

"Hey baby, why don't we get this party started?" You asked Poe as you flew past him,

"Honey, I was thinking the same thing. R2 put some good music on." Poe replied also talking to R2. BB8 wasn't the only droid with some good music taste, R2 put on a classic up beat song. Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones 1976. Smiling briefly you got back to flying fast and pulling some hard G forces.

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It'd been months since the war ended. You had helped Poe and Finn clean up the mess that had been left behind. The two of you had been sleeping better than you had during the war, but you both had trouble some nights. Poe more than you some nights.

You felt Poe thrashing around and mumbling.

"No... Snap... nooo.!" He mumbled eyebrows pinched,

"Baby? Hey Poe wake up honey. It's alright." You stated gently rubbing his arm to wake him up. He sat up shaking and breathing heavily. You looked at him, his eyes looked distant and watery.

"Poe?" You asked quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder hesitantly,

"I- I'm sorry b-baby. I'm sorry." Poe responded looking at you sheepishly. He still wasn't there in the room mentally, from what you could tell he was in his cockpit on Exegol watching his best friend die over again.

"Don't be sorry baby. Don't be sorry. You're here on Yavin. We're not fighting that war anymore." You replied stroking his hair back.

"Beebs, put on Dream a little dream of me by Doris Day. Come here baby." You continued pulling Poe of your shared bed gently. You held him gently and swayed slowly. Poe laid his head gently on your shoulder, and every now and then you heard him sniffle. Everytime he sniffled you placed a gentle kiss to his temple.

"I love you baby. Thank you for being with me through everything." Poe said quietly,

"I love you too, you know I'd be here for you always." You replied. The song ended and you pulled him back onto the bed, letting him use you as a pillow. He was shaking a little still, but after letting you look after him Poe fell back to sleep easily.

Everyone knew that the two of you had a dynamic like no one else, and everyone enjoyed the music you played when flying. But behind closed doors, you were both calm and the music you played was calm and soothing.

The Damerons are an energetic couple, but you were both calm and relaxed when it was just the two of you.

#star wars #writing #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader

[lake-arrius-caverns]

Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 13: Three’s A Crowd

hey just a PSA that since i’ve fallen behind (this chapter is ridiculously late) i’m going to take a short break from posting for a while to work on building up a buffer! (join our discord and bug me to write pls)

summary Fahjoth is hopeful that tensions between Julan and Ribyna will settle, but their animosity risks a guild assignment going pear-shaped.

content warnings violence, blood, minor character death

read under the cut or on AO3, cheers 👍

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He stood quietly awaiting a response after rapping his knuckles on the door, but only a heavy silence greeted him. Frowning, Fahjoth tried again, a little more forcefully this time. This was the right room, wasn’t it? 

The third knock finally yielded a result. From within the room came a low, long groan, and Fahjoth took that as his cue to open the door a sliver and peer inside. 

“Rise and shine,” he called, trying to hold back a grin at the state his friend was in. Julan was slouched on the bed, fully clothed and burying his face in his hands. “How are you feeling?”

“Ugh… fantastic,” came Julan’s gruff response. “Why did you let me drink so much?”

“You’re the one who kept asking for more! Want me to stop you next time?” 

“Yes.” Julan paused. “Maybe. I don’t know. Sheogorath, it feels like my head’s about to explode…”

Fahjoth chuckled, pushing the door open a little more to step inside. “Are you up for training today? Or d’you need some time to, uh… recover?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine,” Julan insisted, hauling himself to his feet and staggering slightly on the spot as he fought to balance himself. “So how come you’re looking so fresh this early?”

“Early?” Fahjoth repeated. “Mate, it’s gone midday.”

“It has?” Julan squinted at Fahjoth as he rubbed his head. “Gods… alright, there’s no time to waste then. What’s the plan?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could do something a bit more practical today,” Fahjoth started. “How d’you fancy taking out a bandit leader?”

“Bandits? Sure.” 

With no sign of Cosades to be seen that morning, Fahjoth had stopped by the Fighters Guild to find something, anything to keep him busy and to keep the gold coming in. While the prospect of facing an entire gang of bandits by himself was daunting, he was a little more confident that he and Julan would be able to deal with it together. And having Ribyna tag along couldn’t hurt, although he hoped that she and Julan would be able to put their differences aside for the time being.

Julan continued to chatter as he sat back down again to pull on his boots. “D’you do this sort of thing regularly?”

“Sort of.” Fahjoth leaned against the doorframe, waiting and watching idly. “I’ve done a few jobs for the Fighters Guild to earn a bit more gold. Nothing this big before, mind.”

“The Fighters Guild? You’ve never mentioned that. Fighters… they’re alright, I guess.” Julan suddenly looked up, eyes wide. “Hey, have you ever seen a Nord hit himself in the face with his own hammer?”

“No?”

Julan sighed, a grin growing on his face. “Well, me neither, but I live in hope.” He stood up and approached the doorway, patting Fahjoth on the shoulder as he reached him. “After you.”

Fahjoth laughed as he headed out of the cornerclub, feeling an odd excitement begin to quiver somewhere in his gut. Or was that nervousness? Whatever it was, the feeling intensified as he stepped outside and came face-to-face with his twin, who was leaning against the wall and looking bored stiff as she waited for them. 

“About fucking time,” Ribyna muttered, and as Julan stepped out after him, Fahjoth heard him falter. His good mood instantly took a nosedive; he had been hopeful for a few more moments of peace at least before the hostilities began again. 

“Are you still up for coming with us to Suran, Beebs?” Fahjoth asked, in an attempt to ease the tension. 

“Why the fuck else d’you think I’d be stood here like a lemon waiting for you?” She jerked her head towards Julan. “The question is whether drunk tank here can cope with it.”

Julan frowned. “I’ll be fine.” 

“You sure about that? You got pretty hammered last night.” Ribyna’s voice was casual, but the glare she fixed Julan with was hard and cold. “You almost drank a hole in Fahji’s coin purse.”

“What does that even—” 

“Guys!” Fahjoth said abruptly, rubbing his temple as he spoke. Better to nip this in the bud before it became blown out of proportion. “Let’s get going, shall we? It’s a fair way to Suran. It’d be nice to get there before it gets dark.”

Neither Ribyna nor Julan continued to bicker, but the scathing looks they shot at each other instead left Fahjoth’s nerves shot. Julan’s eyes eventually met Fahjoth’s own and he began to look quite guilty. 

“Sorry, Fahjoth,” Julan said. “Go ahead.” 

Fahjoth flashed Julan a small smile of appreciation before setting off out of town. The balmy afternoon sun warming the top of his head offered little comfort as he dreaded having to break up fight after fight between his two companions, an outcome that was looking more likely by the minute. 

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The journey to Suran passed mostly in a very strained silence. Fahjoth would make conversation with Julan or with Ribyna, but never both at the same time, as they seemed to be doing their best to ignore each other. Fahjoth wasn’t sure whether he preferred that over the snide comments and defensive retorts. 

His contact in Suran, Serjo Avon Oran, resided in what was possibly the grandest house Fahjoth had ever set foot in. Delicate steps and care to avoid breaking or dirtying anything led the three to Oran; on speaking to him, Fahjoth learned that the bandits were occupying a cave among the hills to the northeast. 

“Be careful,” Oran had cautioned. “Nasty piece of work, those bandits. But take out their leader, Daldur Sarys, and the rest should scatter. Good luck.” 

With this advice in mind, Fahjoth was thoughtful as they exited Oran Manor and stepped out into the cool Suran evening. 

“I felt so weird being in a house like that,” Julan remarked. “I was expecting someone to yell at me for trailing muck all over their floor…” 

“You know, you were trailing a lot more than muck in there,” Ribyna replied. She sniffed, looking down at Julan’s boots. “Is that guar shit?” 

A momentary flash of alarm crossed Julan’s face and he hastily lifted up his foot to check the underside of his shoe, only to scowl as Ribyna in turn cackled like a hyena. 

“Don’t listen to her, she’s winding you up,” Fahjoth said with a sigh. “Right, well, if you’re done, shall we get going? We’re losing daylight. Unless we got a room for the night and headed out first thing.” 

“Oh no, I’m not hanging around any longer than I need to!” Ribyna insisted, already turning on her heel and strolling out under the town’s entrance archway. “We’re going. What are you? Men or scribs?” 

“You know that shit doesn’t work on me!” Fahjoth called, but nonetheless he followed suit, glancing back to ensure that Julan was following. 

“Well, come on then! You and Guar-Boy better get a move on, or those bandits will have died of old age by the time we get there.” 

Fahjoth said nothing, merely trotted along in Ribyna’s wake with an exasperated roll of his eyes. Likewise, Julan was quiet, but when Fahjoth risked a peek back at him, he caught him furiously mouthing “Guar-Boy?!” under his breath. 

The road to Saturan was pleasantly empty. With the shadows cast by the sun growing as it sank behind the hills, plunging them into the bitterly chilly shade, Fahjoth was grateful that they encountered no trouble along the way. 

By the time they located Saturan, dusk had come and gone, leaving only clear dark skies glittering with distant stars overhead. Fahjoth shivered as he stared at the cave entrance, the dilapidated wooden door concealing the unknown that lay within. He took a few cautious steps closer and gently pushed the door open, wincing as the hinges emitted a slight, shrill creak. The inside of the cave stretched further in than Fahjoth could see, its earthy tunnels lit by bracketed torches propped up on long iron poles jutting up from the ground. 

The entrance cave meandered on for a short distance, descending deeper into the hill until opening up into a much larger cavern. The path was supplemented by a rough wooden boardwalk, its far end strewn with crates and candles and a ladder leading down to the lower levels. Fahjoth scuttled along, taking care not to hit his head on the low-hanging stalactites until he reached the crates, and beckoned Julan and Ribyna along behind him as he tucked himself behind one. Here, they looked down upon the lower boardwalk, where a few others paced back and forth, carrying boxes and sacks of loot back and forth. Fahjoth’s gaze was fixed down below, but he heard Ribyna and Julan settling down and crouching on either side. 

“So, these must be the bandits,” Julan whispered. “Have you got a plan?” 

“Sort of,” Fahjoth answered. “We need to get to the leader, somehow. Daldur Sarys. If we can take him out with a sneak attack, the rest should scatter like Oran said.”

“Right! So… how do we get to Sarys? Which one is Sarys, anyway?”

Fahjoth paused, frowning as he stared down at the bandit activity below. Truthfully, it was impossible to know exactly who their target was; all they could do was hope to hear his name brought up in conversation and go from there. But how long could they stay put, before someone discovered them and raised the alarm? 

As Fahjoth pondered this rather pressing dilemma, he became aware of a soft rustling and clinking coming from his left. He glanced over, his heart beginning to hammer as he watched Ribyna idly rummaging through one of the crates. 

“Oh hey, look!” She held up what seemed to be a bottle of sujamma, admiring it in the soft orange light of a nearby candle. “There’s loads of this shit in here! We won’t have to buy drinks for like, a week with this lot.” 

Like Fahjoth, Julan’s agitation was evident. 

“Put that down, they’ll hear you!” he hissed, lunging for the bottle. Though he made contact, Ribyna refused to relinquish it, keeping a firm grip on it herself. 

“Piss off, Guar-Boy, get your own!” 

“I’m not trying to steal it, you s’wit!”

“Oh yeah, right-o! I bet you’d be happy to guzzle this whole crate by yourself, you fucking alchie!” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Let go—!” 

With one sharp tug from Julan, the bottle was wrenched from Ribyna’s grip. But Julan, not expecting Ribyna to let go, toppled back and hit the boardwalk with a dull thud. His elbow struck the wood and the bottle was flung from his grasp, sailing over the side of the boardwalk and crashing against the wooden deck below, shattering on impact and splattering its sweet, frothy innards in a graceful explosion of liquor. 

“Shit—!”

Fahjoth ducked back behind the crates, keeping himself as low to the ground as possible as he reached out towards Julan and hauled him back to safety as soon as he felt their hands meet. As the three huddled together, their breathing laboured with the effort of remaining as silent as possible, Fahjoth strained his ears to listen. 

It was quiet. Far too quiet. The sounds of activity below ceased entirely as all bandits froze in their tracks. 

“What the hell?” 

Over the sound of Fahjoth’s own rapid heartbeat reverberating in his head, he listened to the soft creaking of the wooden planks beneath the bandits’ cautious feet becoming louder as the seconds ticked by. They couldn’t remain there for much longer. 

“Fahjoth,” Julan whispered, “we have to do something.” He paused to listen for a moment before continuing with the same hushed urgency, “If we all rush out at the same time, maybe we can catch them off-guard.”

“Yeah. It’s our best chance,” Fahjoth agreed. “Alright... ready? One... two... three!”

Julan led the assault. He vaulted down the steps and engaged with the first bandit, an Orc who was unlucky enough to be standing closest. As Fahjoth followed suit, from his periphery he saw Ribyna leap over the crates and land on the lower boardwalk where she lunged at the closest bandit. The force from her collision knocked them both clean off the edge, causing a loud squelch as they landed in the muck beneath. 

Fahjoth drew his weapon as he charged forward and the Redguard bandit in front of him scrambled back for distance, reaching for his own axe. But Fahjoth was faster, and the Redguard hollered as his hand was struck with Fahjoth’s sword, leaving an angry, weeping welt across his knuckles. With the blade sailing ever closer, the Redguard threw up both hands in an act of surrender. 

“I yield!” he cried, and Fahjoth ceased his attack. There was no way he could kill a surrendering man... But his sword hand did not waver, and after a second he spoke the first thing that came to mind. 

“I’ll give you one chance,” he said, his voice heavy with threat. “Your group’s done. Get out.”

The Redguard needed no encouragement. Edging around Fahjoth’s sword, he broke into a sprint up the steps and fled, his footsteps echoing down the cavern until the creaking of the door in the distance announced his departure. 

As he caught his breath, Fahjoth glanced around to see how his companions were faring. His eyes fell on Julan; his sword was slick with blood and his opponent had dropped twitching to the ground, and a surge of admiration welled up in Fahjoth’s chest. He opened his mouth to call over to him, but the air froze in his chest as a shadow caught his eye. 

A hunched figure crept closer to Julan, the glint of a blade flashing in the candlelight as it was drawn from its sheath. 

“Julan!” Fahjoth yelled, kicking off into a mad dash back up the boardwalk to his friend. The figure, a Dunmer, recognising that his cover had been blown, fully brandished his weapon and rushed towards Julan as well. As Julan raised his own sword, Fahjoth caught up with the bandit and threw himself legs-first at the bandit’s ankles. 

A burning pain radiated out from his shin as the bandit’s foot collided with it. Fahjoth skidded to the ground, but his effort had been enough. The Dunmer, tripped up by Fahjoth’s sliding tackle, stumbled forward — and directly into range of Julan’s shortsword. Julan lunged, impaling the bandit clean through the neck. With blood dribbling from his gurgling mouth, the bandit crumpled to his knees, and after a hard kick to the chest from Julan, he dropped to the ground and fell still. 

With his leg throbbing, Fahjoth struggled to get his feet, but Julan was quick to approach and offer a hand which he gladly accepted. But before he could say his thanks, footsteps at the end of the cavern alerted them to the arrival of two more Dunmer. 

One of them, donning thick chitin armour, stared at the scene in shock before his angular features twisted with rage. 

“You’ll regret killing my people, you n’wah!” he hissed, drawing a glimmering sword as he stepped closer. Behind him, the second Dunmer — donning the elegant robes of a mage — raised his hands as he prepared a blistering fiery spell. Julan prepared his own spell in retaliation, but before the mage could attack, a dark figure on the ground beneath the boardwalk suddenly lunged at his legs. 

The mage howled as Ribyna plunged her dagger into his knee, and as he was rendered lame and unbalanced, she grabbed his robes and dragged him down to the ground with her. The head bandit  — Daldur Sarys — snapped his head around in alarm, and Fahjoth took his opportunity. 

He struck at Sarys with his sword, but Sarys faced him in time to block it with his own, the hilt vibrating in Fahjoth’s hand and the blades screeching as they clashed. As Fahjoth jumped back to avoid Sarys’ retaliation, Julan’s voice rang out from behind. 

“Fahjoth, get down!” 

Without hesitation, Fahjoth ducked. 

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as a crackling energy sailed overhead. He risked peering up in time to witness a bolt of electricity crashing down on Sarys. As the magic jolted through his body, he gave a choked gasp and stumbled back, and Fahjoth took his chance. He whacked at Sarys’ sword arm, and — as he drew a deep breath and steeled himself — slashed his blade across the bandit’s throat. 

With a deep laceration in his neck now gushing blood, Sarys began to stagger on the spot. A weak glow illuminated his hand as he tried desperately to heal himself, but the damage had already been done. Unable to breathe, and with his own blood generously painting both himself and the wooden planks beneath his feet, Sarys could only remain standing for a few seconds more before his legs gave way beneath him and, like the rest of his comrades, he collapsed. 

With the silence in the cavern now punctuated only by the sound of their ragged panting, Fahjoth turned to face Julan, taking deep breaths in an attempt to force his heart rate back to normal. The pain in his leg now pulsed much more noticeably than before. 

“I think that’s all of them,” he said, limping to meet Julan and weakly wiggling his sword to shake off the blood. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” Julan answered. “What about you? Is your leg okay? That fall looked nasty.”

“It will be,” Fahjoth replied, but before he could continue, a noise behind them caused them both to whirl around in alarm. Fahjoth’s heart hammered again, but it calmed as soon as he realised it was just Ribyna, wearily clambering back up onto the boardwalk from the muddy cave floor beneath, splattered from head to foot with a grim combination of muck and blood. Fahjoth started towards her and offered a hand to help her up — which she ignored entirely. 

“Beebs! Are you alright—“ 

“No thanks to you.”

Fahjoth paused. “What d’you mean?“ She had since got to her feet, but as Fahjoth tried to reach out to her again, he faltered as she smacked his hand away. “Ribyna, what’s the matter?”

Ribyna didn’t answer. Instead she gave a derisive scoff, turning away from Fahjoth and making a half-hearted attempt to clean the grime off her leathers. Confusion gave way to a prickling anger as Fahjoth’s blood began to boil. 

Before he could stop himself, he had snapped back. 

“What exactly is your problem? I mean if it wasn’t for you fighting with Julan, none of this would have happened in the first place! What the hell were you thinking?!” 

Ribyna let out a humourless laugh. “Oh yeah, that’s right! Go on, blame me instead of your new best mate who can do no wrong!”

“What?” Fahjoth’s mouth dropped open as he stumbled over his words. “W— where’s this coming from?” 

“As if you need to ask! It’s like he’s the only one who matters now!”

From beside him, Fahjoth noticed Julan bristle and take a breath as he prepared his retort. Fahjoth held up a hand and shot him a pleading glance — a silent request to let him handle this situation, which Julan thankfully obliged. 

“Beebs, you’re being ridiculous—”

“Am I, though?! Ever since he joined us, you’ve been siding with him and defending him all the time!”

Fahjoth frowned, his frustration from Ribyna’s behaviour over the past few days finally bubbling over and spilling out. “Because you’ve been treating him like shit!”

“He treated us like shit, Fahjoth! Or have you forgotten already?!”

“I apologised for that,” Julan interjected with a frown. 

Glancing between Julan and Ribyna, Fahjoth nodded. “He did apologise for that, Beebs.”

Ribyna cackled again, a rough, unpleasant sound devoid of any mirth. “There, you’re doing it again! Well, d’you know what, I’m done. I’m fed up of you picking this random guar-fucker over your own fucking family.”

Fahjoth stepped back, Ribyna’s words hitting him like a punch to the face as a wave of unease washed over him. “But... I’m not—”

“Save it!”

She turned away, and Fahjoth’s stomach churned as he noticed an unmistakable dark red stain oozing from her hairline, just before her temple. 

“Ribyna? Did you— are you hurt?”

He stepped closer again and cautiously touched her shoulder, but another hard strike from Ribyna sent him recoiling instantly.

“Ribyna—!”

“Fuck you both. See you ‘round.” 

Ignoring Fahjoth’s cries, Ribyna wheeled around and stormed off with a distinct unsteadiness in her steps. His gut twisting and a cold sweat settling on his skin, Fahjoth continued to shout after his twin long after her angry footsteps had receded into silence. 

“Ribyna!” 

With nothing answering him but the gentle dripping of water from the cave roof, Fahjoth dropped his head into his hand and sighed. Things had been tense with Ribyna lately, but he hadn’t anticipated such a blow-out. He hadn’t realised she still held such a grudge for Julan’s attitude on their first encounter. Why couldn’t she have just talked to him about this? He was used to her stubborn reticence, but it was still incredibly frustrating. 

“I’m sorry.”

Fahjoth turned around. Julan was standing there, looking almost as wretched as Fahjoth felt. 

“What are you apologising for, mate?” 

Julan wrung his hands, dropping his gaze. “I just… I feel like this is all my fault.”

“Hey, don’t be daft!” Fahjoth took a few hasty steps forward until he was close enough to rest his hands on Julan’s shoulders. “It’s not your fault. Ribyna is just…” He grimaced, shrugging as he wondered how best to explain. “She isn’t the easiest person in the world to get on with. She doesn’t really… make friends very easily.” 

“But my point still stands!” Julan protested. “Me being here is just causing you problems. You wouldn’t be fighting with your twin if it wasn’t for me.” 

Fahjoth scoffed. “I wouldn’t be so sure. We always squabble over… pretty much everything. But— look…” He gave Julan’s shoulders a squeeze and crouched the few inches necessary until they were at eye-level with each other, trying to convey his sincerity with a small smile. “I promised I’d help you train, and I’m sticking to that. Whether that’s with or without Ribyna. Okay?”

Julan managed a weak smile in return. “Okay.” 

“Anyway, you’re not just causing me problems!” Fahjoth continued. “Look at what we did today! I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, mate.”

“You probably would have. But thanks.” Julan’s smile gradually became a grin. “We do make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

Fahjoth’s smile widened. “Damn right we do!” Without thinking, he pulled Julan into an enthusiastic one-armed hug — only to panic as he realised what he’d done. Had he crossed a line? He didn’t know what Julan’s stance on physical contact was; what if he was offended?

“Sorry, I just—” he began babbling as he backed off, but Julan simply laughed and patted Fahjoth on the shoulder in return. 

“It’s fine,” he said. “So… shall we get going? I could kill for a mazte right now!”

Fahjoth raised a brow, glancing around at the bloodied heaps of bodies dotted around the cave. “I think we already did, mate.” He flashed Julan another grin and set off, limping out of the cave while frequently looking back to ensure that Julan was following. “I think we’ve more than earned that mazte.”

“Hah, you’re right.” He glanced down at Fahjoth’s leg, noticing his awkward gait. “Are you sure your leg’s alright?” 

“Oh, it’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Fahjoth replied, waving Julan’s concern aside with an airy flick of his wrist. “It’s just a bit bruised, I think.” 

“As long as you’re sure. You know, that was an impressive tackle.” Julan paused, a thoughtful look on his face as he trotted along beside Fahjoth. “I heard you letting one of them go.” 

Fahjoth faltered, his grin slipping away to a wry smile. “Yeah… he was yielding. I couldn’t bring myself to kill someone after they’d surrendered.” 

“You’ve got better morals than half of Morrowind then. At least.” For a moment, Fahjoth wasn’t sure whether that was meant to be taken as a compliment or an insult, but Julan continued, “Oh, I’m not criticising! I think it’s nice. Just… be careful, okay? I’d hate to see anything happen to you.” 

A curious feeling settled in Fahjoth’s stomach. He glanced at Julan, the earnesty on his face clear to see even in the low light of the nearby torch flames, and instantly Fahjoth felt a rush of gratitude and affection for his new friend. The idea that another person cared that much about him warmed him from the inside out, even as they stepped out into the chilly night air. 

“Cheers, mate,” he said, clapping Julan on the shoulder as another smile lifted his cheeks. “Let’s go tell Oran the good news, then go get those drinks.”

Julan grinned back, lightly bumping Fahjoth’s shoulder with his own. 

“Sounds good to me.”

#oc: fahjoth #oc: ribyna #julan kaushibael #Morrowind #dunmer #nerevarine #dunmer oc #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #tes iii: morrowind

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sick day.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: swearing, smut in a dream (18+), heavy amounts of fluff

word count: 4.0k

a/n: i’m sorry for the delay, it’s been a weird week. i hopefully won’t make you wait as long for the next part. this is kind of a filler chapter, but i hope you guys enjoy it still! the poe dameron x reader tag hasn’t been working so if you’re missing updates, blame Tumblr. 

also thank you @dameronsgalaxygal for helping me when i was stuck <3

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“Baby, fuck you feel so good.”

Poe gripped your hips, sliding you to the edge of his desk and sliding his cock into you. The hand on the back of his neck tightened, grabbing some of his curls in its grasp at the intrusion. Your mouth was on the base of his neck, decorating it with different sized bruises. One particular bite to his pulse with a tight clench of your pussy made him groan loudly and you quickly pulled his mouth down to yours with a tug of his tie.

“Do we have to worry about you being loud?” You breathed heavily. Poe lifted your legs higher up on his waist, the new angle allowing him to drive deeper into you. A loud gasp left your lips as your eyes fluttered closed and a smirk crossed his face. He leaned down to your ear, taking the shell of hit in his mouth. 

“You know what I’ve thought about?” He said lowly, his breath hot against your ear as he slowed his thrusts. You gave a quiet, strangled moan as a response as he bit down on it. “Taking my tie, tying you up. Completely at my mercy.”

His hand was on the side of your neck, his thumb slowly rubbing up and down the front of your throat. You were a trembling mess, the thought of him putting just a little more pressure there enough to make you come hard right on the spot. 

“I could—fuck yes, Poe—get into that.” Poe’s mouth covered yours, swallowing the sounds coming from you. You giggled against his lips as an item fell off of his desk from the harsh movement against it. 

A knock on his office door made you both freeze, horrified looks on your faces as you looked at each other and then at the door. 

“Just a sec!” Poe yelled before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Get under my desk.”

You both scrambled as quietly as you could, pulling your pants up and fixing your shirts. You tucked yourself underneath his desk, feeling very grateful for the backing on the front of the desk. Poe tamed his hair the best he could as he unlocked his door and opened it, immediately greeting the person on the other side. 

“Ackbar, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good, I just wanted to run something by you.” Ackbar said, nodding towards the door handle. “Who are you trying to keep out, Dameron?”

His tone was suggestive, but Poe shut it down with a shake of his head. “Some of my students like to barge in and hang out in here because of my very lenient open door policy and I have several phone calls I’m taking today. Including one in five minutes, so you have to make it quick.”

Ackbar left the door open as he sat down across from Poe’s desk. Poe sat back in his chair, scooting all the way in so his entire lower half was underneath the desk to shield you. 

“So, what’s up?” Poe spoke, providing cover for the movement you were making under his desk to make room for his legs. 

“What do you think about forgoing a final exam for anyone who’s averaging a C in the class?” Ackbar asked. “I mean, if they want to take the final to try and raise their overall grade they can, but if they fail it’ll count against them.”

Poe squirmed in his seat as he felt your hands on his thighs, rubbing slowly and traveling higher. His leg hit the underside of his desk when he felt the vibration of his zipper being slowly pulled down, which he told Ackbar was a muscle spasm. 

“You’re teaching two hundred freshman over four lectures, you sure you want to do that?” Poe said slowly, the attempt to keep his voice level and controlled extremely difficult. 

“It’s definitely less grading for me to do, but I was also thinking that—“

Everything Ackbar was saying was going in Poe’s ear and right out the other as the soft skin of your hand made contact with his cock, applying firm pressure and pumping him. He wasn’t entirely soft yet and a few strokes of your hand brought him back to fully hard. He coughed to cover the groan that almost erupted from him. 

“Here’s my opinion,” Poe said, interrupting Ackbar, sucking in a breath as your thumb brushed over the head of his cock. “I’d do it for seniors but freshman? They’ll most likely take the easy way out and skip it. Don’t let them settle for mediocre grades. Not one of them will willingly take the final.”

“Alright, you’re right.” Ackbar put his hands up in surrender. Poe felt his cock start to tighten up, the thought of coming in your hand under the desk with Ackbar just a few feet away stoking a fire inside him. Instead, Poe felt you carefully tuck him back in his pants and skillfully disguised the deep groan he let out as one of agreement. “You catching the game later?”

“I’m going to try.” Poe looked at his watch. “Sorry man, I have to take a call in a minute.”

“No worries,” Ackbar stood up, Poe doing the same and straightening his shirt so it covered more of his groin area as he walked towards the door. “You wanna grab a beer at Maz’s later? Watch the game?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Ackbar shook Poe’s hand and patted him on the back. “Have fun with those calls. Take it easy, Dameron.”

As soon as the door shut and the lock clicked, Poe let out an exasperated laugh. You crawled out from under his desk laughing so hard that you had to lean against his desk to keep yourself from falling over. Poe came around to his desk again, laughing as he plopped back into his chair.  

“I can’t believe you did that,” he said in disbelief, though the smile on his face said he wasn’t the least bit upset about it. 

“Exhilarating though.” You leaned down and pecked his lips, your hands going back to his pants and unbuckling them for the second time as you got on your knees. 

“Let me finish what I started.”

Poe woke with a jolt as a cough rocked through him, groaning at the congested pain it left behind in his chest. His eyes screwed shut and his groan grew louder at how turned on he felt at that moment, knowing he had no energy to take care of it and no energy to enjoy you taking care of it for him. Poe looked up just as you came in, a cup of water in one hand and a sleeve of crackers in the other. You set the items on his nightstand and sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his back. 

“You ok?”

“No,” he said, shoving his head into the pillow. “I was having a good dream about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Poe pushed his hips into the mattress, looking for relief. You stifled a laugh. “Oh, that kind of dream. Do you want me to help you out?”

“No, ‘m too tired.”

You leaned down to his ear, your voice lowering. “You know, I have those dreams about you too.”

Poe reached over and squeezed your thigh. “Y/N…”

“Baby…” you mocked his whine. Poe shivered and you saw goosebumps appear on his skin. You placed your hand against his forehead and then the cheek that wasn’t resting on the pillow. “You might have a fever, do you have a thermometer?”

“I don’t think so.”

You went into his bathroom and looked for anything that would help. You found some ibuprofen and you helped him sit up enough to swallow them. Pulling the blanket up around him, you leaned down and kissed his head. 

“Sleep. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

You left the door opened a crack, enough to hear if he needed you and for Beebs to come and go as he pleased. He was already snoring by the time you got to his kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. 

You knew Poe wasn’t feeling great when you talked to him the night before and you were surprised when you got an email saying he was canceling class. In the two semesters worth of classes you’d had with him, he’d never canceled a class without notice. You skipped your last class of the day and went straight to Poe’s. He tried to argue with the very little energy he had that you didn’t have to skip class to take care of him, but the minute you got him to lay in bed, he was completely submissive. 

Your phone vibrated in your pocket with an incoming call and you grabbed it to see it was Jessika calling. 

“I’m at the grocery store, do you need anything?”

“Actually yeah, do you mind picking up some things to make soup and dropping them off at Poe’s? He’s sick and he has nothing here to help him feel better.”

“Yeah you bet, send me a text?”

“I will. I’ll send you his address too. Text me when you get here.”

“No problem, see you in a bit.”

You tossed your phone onto the table and grabbed your backpack, setting yourself up on his couch. You had a long list of things that needed to get done, midterms coming up quicker than you were prepared for. You also had to order your robe for graduation so you had time to get it hemmed if needed. But an assignment that was due the next day required your immediate attention. You opened your book and you’re notebook and dove right in. 

Fifteen minutes later and you’d read the same paragraph four times. You alternated between staring at your book and tapping your pen against the page to staring to scrolling through apps on your phone. There was no motivation to do anything productive. What you really wanted to do was curl up with Poe under his blankets and just sleep, but you were already risking getting sick by being there and cuddling with him would pretty much guarantee it. Throwing your stuff aside, you walked over to the shelves that lined Poe’s living room, seeing if there was maybe a book he had that would be far more interesting than reading about marketing and trade shows. You looked through all the titles of his books, some maybe’s coming to your head when you spotted a picture frame stuck between a book and the back of the shelf. You carefully moved the book, grabbing the picture frame and wiping the dust off of the glass. 

He looked just like her. Thick and curly raven-hair sat on top their heads. They shared the same eyes, deep brown like milk chocolate, though hers were just a bit lighter. Their smiles matched, easy and laidback like it took no effort at all. You recognized the ring on her finger as the one worn around Poe’s neck. In the picture, Poe was mid-laugh as his mother carried him on her back, his tiny arms wrapped around her neck and his head against hers. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest. The way Poe talked about her and seeing the picture that you found, they were clearly very close. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how devastated Poe must’ve been when she passed. 

Poe had said he’d forgiven you for what you said, but you still hadn’t forgiven yourself. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know if you’d be able to. 

Your phone vibrated in your hand, the message telling you that Jessika had arrived. You told her the code to enter the building and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. 

“Thank you so much for doing this,” you said as you opened the door, immediately taking the bag from your roommate. 

“No problem at all.”

Jessika looked around behind you, her eyes curious. You chuckled and held the door open.

“Come on in.”

“Inside a professor’s apartment,” Jessika said as she stepped in. She looked around the room when Beebs came up and jumped on her. You tried to apologize and tell Beebs to stop but Jessika just leaned down and picked him up. 

“Ah, the infamous Beebs,” she laughed as he licked her face. “You really are cute, aren’t you?”

You stepped into the kitchen and put a couple bottles of gatorade in the refrigerator, leaving out the ingredients to start making soup with and digging around the cupboards for the items you’d need to make it. 

“So, what’s he sick with?” Jessika asked. 

“A cold from what I can tell. He doesn’t have a thermometer so I don’t know if he has a fever.”

“How’s he doing?”

You sighed heavily. “Poe’s amazing and wonderful in many ways, but he is still a man who thinks he’s dying because he has a cold.”

“You hear that, Beebs?” Jessika said in Beebs’ pointed ear. “He’s got a man-cold. And they’re supposed to be the superior sex.”

“Yeah, supposed to be.”

Beebs wiggled in her arms and she let him down, watching him walk off. You watched Jessika laugh quietly at the adorable dog before looking back around the apartment, giving a small nod of approval. 

“Hey Jess?” You spoke quietly, your voice hesitant and unsure. You walked over to Jessika, who had been looking at you with a questioning look. “I’m sorry.”

Jessika opened her mouth to speak and you put a hand up. “I’m sorry for being a bitch, for treating you like shit, and taking forever to forgive you. You said things and I said things and even though what you said hurt, it doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person and I’ve been treating you like you were. And I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Jessika replied and you shook your head. 

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, I forgive you then. Because I’ve missed you.”

Holding your arms out, Jessika met you in a tight hug. You really had missed her too. She had been there for you when she didn’t have to be, and thinking back you were surprised she was because you felt you had treated her like shit. Beebs jumping up on both your legs trying to be included in the hug tore you apart, Jessika leaning down and scratching his ears. 

“When we’re done with school and all that and it’s fine for you guys to be in public together, I’d really love to sit down with Prof—Poe.” Jessika said, the use of his first name foreign on her tongue but the effort graciously appreciated by her friend. “You know, get to know him. As one of your best friends, it is my job to tell him that if he hurts you I’ll destroy him.”

You chuckled. “I’m sure we could arrange that if you really want to. I’ve met his friends, seems only fair that he gets to know mine.”

“Exactly!” Jessika said. “Alright, I have to get going. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I have class a 7:45a.m and he needs to sleep, so I’ll be back later tonight.”

Jessika squeezed your shoulder as she passed and you thanked her once more before she left. You set to work, setting up everything you’d need and pulling up the recipe saved on your phone. 

Chopping vegetables in your boyfriend’s kitchen was oddly domestic, like you were waiting for him to come home from work and you were cooking dinner. You wondered what you would be doing at that very moment had you not pursued your professor that Halloween night. Would you have given Ben another chance? Would you be in a relationship at all? You pondered the what if’s, yet each scenario couldn’t bring you to the level of happiness that was your reality. You really thought you had lost it all during that fight and you would never go another day without being grateful to Poe for forgiving you.

As you added all the ingredients together, your mind went to the dark place you tried so hard to push to the back of your mind. Graduation was just two months away. What was going to happen after your relationship graduated and the lease for your apartment was up and you moved back home? Poe certainly didn’t act like he would dump the relationship just because you were done with school, but you couldn’t help but think that way. You copped it up to having developed a small fear of abandonment, no doubt thanks to the sudden departure of your father. 

Slow, heavy footsteps filled the empty silence as you adjusted the temperature on the cooker. Poe slid his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You didn’t sleep very long,” you said.

“Can’t sleep anymore. Smells good,” Poe mumbled, leaning into you to see what was in the cooker. You gently bumped your head against his. 

“I’m glad you can smell,” you said. “It’s my grandma’s recipe. My mom used to make it for Tallie and I when we were sick. It’s done now, eat some. You need to eat.”

You moved around each other, him scooping up soup and you grabbing him something to drink. 

“Did I have all of this stuff?” Poe asked, looking at all the ingredients he could see in the soup as he walked to sit on the couch. 

“No, Jessika dropped off stuff. You have nothing here,” you teased, taking a seat next to him. Your expression turned a little more serious. “She wants to sit down and talk with you, you know. Get to know you. When the school year’s over. If that’s ok with you.”

“I’d like that,” he said, taking in a spoonful of soup and groaning at how nice it felt against his sore throat. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I still have some secrets left,” you smirked. “I’m glad you’re feeling better enough to eat something. I was starting to worry a little bit.”

“I’m hoping I can kick this in a few days. I’d hate to cancel class again.” You assured Poe that no one would be mad if he did, to which he laughed and then immediately coughed. You hoped he’d be able to get rid of it soon, too. “You’re going to Cabo for spring break, right?”

“Yeah, with a few girlfriends from high school. Why?”

“I just forgot.” There was something about the tone of his voice that sounded nervous, but he didn’t say anything else. You and him had discussed your spring break plans and you knew he was going to California for a few days with Finn and Rey. 

“So, I’m—“ Poe started, pausing to figure out how he was going to ask what he wanted. You urged him to continue. “After California, I’m spending a few days at my dad’s. If you can make it work, would you want to spend two or three of those days with me?”

Your mouth dropped and a small smile started to form on your face. 

“You want me to meet your dad?” Poe shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but it was to him. And it was to you too. 

“Yeah, I do,” he said, putting his near empty bowl on the coffee table. You were happy to see he was able to finish most of it. “I was thinking you could fly out Thursday and we’d get a late flight back here on Saturday night so the chances of running into people from here are slim.”

“That’s very specific, how long have you been thinking about this?”

“Since we last talked about spring break. I just didn’t know how to ask you.”

“Were you scared to ask me?”

“I thought it might be too soon to be meeting family.”

“It might be,” you said softly and Poe nodded in understanding, but his face fell a little. You placed your hand on his leg. “But I still want to.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded and Poe’s face lit up. This was so important to him, like meeting his friends had been. And it stirred something in your chest that he already wanted you to meet his dad. It gave you more hope for your future together. “I’ll call my friends tomorrow and see if we can figure it out.”

Poe put his hand on top of yours and squeezed it, not exactly what he wanted to do but trying not to heighten your chances of getting sick. “I’ll get the soup put away, do you want to watch a movie before you leave?”

You nod and get up at the same time as him, grabbing the blanket from the floor and stretching out on the couch. You opened up Netflix and scrolled through, deciding on a movie that you’d both seen before in case Poe fell asleep. Poe turned a couple lights off as he came back, taking the blanket from you and settling between you and the couch. Half of his body laid on top of yours, legs tangled together and his cheek resting in the middle of your stomach. His arm laid along your other side, hand curved in so his fingers grazed against your side. You were his body pillow and you didn’t mind one bit. 

Poe was a physically affectionate person. He loved to be touching you in some way, from something simple like holding your hand or throwing your legs across his lap to wrapping you completely around him while you laid in bed together, limbs so intertwined you wouldn’t know where he started and you ended. You weren’t surprised to find out that Poe was extremely cuddly when he wasn’t feeling well. A lot of people got that way. 

You started the movie and brought your hand up to run your fingers through Poe’s hair, gently massaging his scalp as you did. You had learned pretty quick that his hair was a weakness for him, something that both relaxed him and excited him depending on what you were doing with it.

It had only been about a month since your first date but you were so incredibly happy with Poe. You adored everything about him, especially the way he treated you. He didn’t talk to you or see you or treat you like a naive girl in her early twenties. He respected you as an equal, an adult in an adult relationship. It was so early in your relationship, but you couldn’t help but think about a future with him. 

This was the real thing for you. You were young and very well aware that a lot of people your age didn’t get into serious relationships. But you really wanted this to turn into something long-term. You hoped he did too. 

He had your heart; completely, fully.

“You’re staring,” Poe mumbled. You chuckled. 

“I can’t help it. 

He looked up at you, his chin on your stomach. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he said quietly, placing a kiss on your stomach over your shirt. You smiled softly down at him.

“Of course,” you said. “If I wasn’t, you’d be curled up in the fetal position starving and dehydrated.”

“I would not.”

“You would too. You’re such a baby when you’re sick.”

Poe nuzzled your stomach, the action making you giggle when his two day old stubble made contact with your skin. You relaxed into him, the hand that was in his hair traveling down to rub soothing circles on his back. Within thirty minutes of the movie starting, you were both fast asleep. 

When you were sick with a cold a few days later, Poe was better prepared to tackle the cold. You slept in his bed all day in his bed and he took care of you the same way you did for him.

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[browneyedhimbo]

Bad Plan

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompt:  “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” and “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

Summary: You notice Poe’s been acting a little off lately and it’s time to find out why

Warnings: slight angst if you squint, flufff, language, mentions of someone almost dying, mutual pining

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Based off this ask. Thank you to whoever requested!! Sooo it’s like 3am and I’m finally posting this...there might be some grammar errors. Anywho, hope you enjoy! 《MASTERLIST 》

Poe had been back from his mission a few days already and he was acting differently. He would hardly look at you, barely talk to you anymore, and would find some excuse to leave the room if you were already there.

At first it kind of pissed you off, you were one of his best friends. But after day 3 you started getting worried. You would ask him if he was okay and he’d either reply with, “I’m fine,” or just completely blow you off. 

You tied racking your brain to remember if you had done or said something that unknowingly  made him mad or hurt, but you couldn’t come up with anything. But thinking about it, the day he landed on the hanger, he didn’t greet you with the normal bone crushing hug. He had given you a smile and walked on. 

A sigh fell from your lips, your heart felt heavy and your mind was cloudy. You missed your best friend. You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking over those two words. Best. Friend. You knew you had a huge crush on the pilot but you really tried hard to bury it deep down in order to not ruin your friendship. Was this why his cold shoulder hurt so much?

Making your way to the mess hall, you met up with Rose and Rey, acting as if nothing was bothering you. You three sat down at a table which was adjacent to the one Poe and the rest of the Black Squadron were sitting at. You laughed and smiled at the girls, trying to avoid looking in his direction. 

“Hey, is something going on between you and Poe?” Rey wasted no time in getting to the point.

“What do you mean?” You chuckled, playing dumb.

“You two used to do everything together, and now you’re not even looking at each other.” Your heart dropped to your stomach. It was true, and stars did it hurt. 

“I don’t even know anymore.” You took a sip of water, quickly scanning the room and noticing it mostly empty. 

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.” Rose said, causing you to choke on some water out of laughter. You shook and smiled sadly at them, your thoughts just making your heart ache even more.

You sighed before slightly leaning more towards them, careful to keep your voice low. “Ever since he got back from that mission a week ago he’s just been distant. No matter what I do he won’t even look at me.” You sighed, running a hand over your face.

Unbeknownst to you, Poe was definitely looking at you. From where he sat at the table he had a pretty good view of your side. A longing look had made its way to his face as he looked back down at his food, poking at it with a fork.

“Hey hotshot, you good?” Jessika knocked on the part of the table by his plate. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He countered, but there wasn’t any conviction. No cocky emotion, no jokiness to it. His shoulders were slouched and his curls would slightly cover his eyes. This wasn’t their commander, this was a man who was hurting. Thus causing the group to turn their attention to their friend.

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Everyone cast him a worried glance, waiting for an answer. 

“I-” he sighed, “I can’t explain it.” He gave you one last look before getting up and heading outside. The team looked at him and each other before another conversation picked up again. 

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It was late when you heard thudding against your door. You yawned and got up from bed, throwing on the nearest joggers and t-shirt you could find, wanting to look semi-decent instead of a hot mess from hell. 

Opening the door you saw there was nobody there, you groaned and were about to close the door when rapid little beeps from below startled you. You looked down and there was BB-8. A small made its way to your face as you bent down to pet at the little droid.

“Hey beebs, what’s up?” You asked, voice heavy and laced with sleep. 

“I need to tell you something about Poe.” Hints of urgency in his beeping.

“What about him?” Your mind jumped from worst case scenarios to best case within seconds, your heart hammering away in your chest.

“He almost didn’t make it. On the mission.” 

“He what?!” Your blood ran cold at the thought of almost losing him, and then started burning at the fact he didn’t tell you. The droid started towards your door, almost as a beckon to follow it. You opened your door and BeeBee started rolling towards the hanger, you following close behind. 

Upon entering, you heard clanking of metal and a drill, mumbled curses and sighs. You looked around and noted it was completely empty and mostly dark, except the part that illuminated one x-wing. And you knew exactly who it belonged to.

“POE DAMERON!” You bellowed, making him jump and a few tools fall. 

“Maker, Y/N what the hell?” He gasped, turning around to give you an irritated look. 

“Oh don’t you start with me Dameron!” You marched up to him. “You should thank your lucky stars, I don’t kill you myself!” You huffed, your anger getting the best of you.

“What are you talking about?” He practically whined, annoyance clearly radiating off him. 

“Why the kriff didn’t you tell me you almost died?” You put your hands on your hips, your steeled eyes slightly watering with unshed tears. 

“I...oh.” A silence fell over the hangar. Poe didn’t meet your eyes, his gaze glued to the floor as he tried to figure out what to say. But his mind drew a big blank. He bit his lip, eyes slowly racking up your figure. He took in your tense posture, the way your breathing was hard, how your eyes were glossy with tears. Wait, what?

“I’m sorry.” He finally let out, his voice tight, a lump growing in his throat. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I-I’m sorry I’ve been distant with you I just,” he inhaled a shaky breath, a hand running through his unruly curls. The sight broke your heart. You reached out a hand and he took it without hesitation. 

“Why’d you do it?” You whisper, afraid if you spoke too loud your voice would fail you. His eyes scanned your face before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Because I...I almost, y’know died, I just...I figured being distant with you would make it easier for when the day actually came.” He looked down again sheepishly, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. 

“So...let me get this straight.” You cleared your throat, your own tears cascading down. “The best way you thought of dealing with almost dying was to be cold and distant with me, so that in the unfortunate event you do die, it wouldn’t hurt me as much?” His curls bopped as he nodded his head. 

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed, meeting your eyes. 

“You do realize it'd hurt me no matter what. Right.” He nodded again and you felt the lump in your throat tighten. There was a beat of silence before he opened his mouth again. 

“What’s going to happen to us?”

“What do you mean?” You tried to sound confused but failed miserably. 

“Don’t play dumb Y/N/N, I know I’m not the only one who noticed there was something else there.” He squeezed your hand again, and you felt your heart lurch in your chest. A small smile made its way to your face, tears blurring your vision. 

“I thought...I, but I thought,” you tumbled over your words. The possibility of Poe liking you back had never once crossed your mind. To say you were stunned was an understatement.

“You thought what, that I wouldn’t like you back? That I wouldn’t fall in love with you?” Your mind completely froze and went into overdrive at the same time. 

“Did-did you just,” you point at him. A boyish smile makes its way to lips as he runs his free hand through his hair.

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, a blush creeping its way up his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Does this mean I can kiss you?” He asks so softly if you weren’t paying attention you might’ve missed it.

“I’ve honestly been dying to hear you ask that.” You smiled so wide your cheeks were starting to hurt. 

“So..that’s a yes?” He chuckled, always enjoying teasing you. 

“Yes that’s a yes!” You giggled. The interlaced your fingers and brought his other hand to cup your cheek, pressing a slow yet loving kiss to your lips. You felt a flutter in your chest and smiled into the kiss, unable to contain your happiness. 

“This doesn’t change the fact that I’m mad at you for almost dying.” You said breathlessly as he pulled away. 

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” he smiled that charming bashful smile and pecked your lips once again. And he kept to his promise, making it up to you in more ways than one.

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[irndad]

strawberry lip gloss- s.h.

a/n: pining!steve is a baby and i hope you like him <3 also @stevesharrlngtons this is for u beeb 

summary: steve’s in love with his best friend, but doesn’t want to lose her because of his feelings, so he’s never gonna talk about it. except when he almost kissed her. there’s that. 

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He knows he fucked up.

And he’s fucked up before, seems to be all he does when he’s in love with someone, but this one, this feels like a real fuck up. 

And it’s the worst thing in his life to fuck up, because having her in it- she’s the best. She’s his best friend, the other half of his heart, the person who finishes his sentences and knows what he needs to hear before he even knows he needs anything. 

She’s his best friend in every sense of the word, in every definition of the role, and if there’s anything he doesn’t want to do, it’s jeopardize her presence in her life.   

Which is exactly what got him here. 

It happened on a Friday, the same kind of Friday they always have. She’d picked him up from his shift at the mall and they’d gone back to his house, (big and empty and not alone because of her), and watched old tapes he had on hand.

It’s the best part of his week. She’d sometimes lean into him, and if she was feeling risky or if he’d pulled out his dad’s brandy for extra special days, she’d curl into him like that’s how all friends watch movies together. Shared blankets and loud laughter and too little space taken up on a too big couch. 

That Friday, though, they’d just been watching something with root beers and tangled legs. She wore rose perfume and her hair up, and she’s lovely.

And okay, he might like her. He might have a crush on his best friend, the one with doe eyes and a laugh like music, the one who can make any bad day better and sings along to music with him in his car like no one’s watching. 

It’s a little hard not to be. 

And he was a little drunk on the feeling of her, warm and close to him. She’d always been so pretty, but right then, under the light of just the TV and passing cars out of the window, eyes trained on the screen. She wore strawberry lip gloss even though they were eating popcorn and she was wearing his jacket, sharing his drink, and he wanted to kiss her. 

And it was stupid, because before he knew it- he almost did. 

A slow lean in, the scent of strawberry and her perfume, her breath so sweet and close and then-

He realized what the fuck he was doing. He couldn’t, what, kiss his best friend, is he crazy? 

He can’t- losing her is not an option. And maybe she’d have kissed back, and maybe they’d have been something great but this, these evenings and these moments and all the light she brings in his life- he can’t risk it. He couldn’t. 

But it was too late, and she’d seen it, and pulled back from it like he’d insulted her. 

The next few moments were a blur, her standing up to leave and the panic rising because no, that wasn’t what he wanted and she really could stay, no he didn’t mind, and her thanking him sharply before making her exit swift.

And now, it’s been two days, 48 hours and too many minutes since he’d last seen her.  

He can’t stop thinking about it. 

He can’t stop thinking about how she’d been smiling, just the smallest upward curve, and how she’d really- she really might’ve wanted to, and everything that might’ve came after.

He’d be a good boyfriend. He wouldn’t be late to dates, he’d make her laugh and hold her hand and be what she needed, he would. He’d be the best he could.

And he fucked it up.

He’s got her favorite flowers and he’s heading to her house (which is stupid, it’s not like it’s gonna work) and he doesn’t know what he even wants, just knows that having her be pissed at him is the worst thing in the world. 

When she opens the door to see him, she smiles despite herself, and damn the whole situation, she’s still got the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

“Hey.” Steve says, because he’s a fucking idiot and couldn’t think of anything else to say. And she’s looking at him, christ why couldn’t he be normal-

“Hey, Steve,” she replies, voice neutral, but then, she smiles, “Are those for me?”

The flowers. Right.

“For you? Yes! Yes. These- for you. Yeah.”

Kill him. Kill him. He’s such an idiot. 

“Thanks,” she giggled, “Wanna come in?”

And he does, quicker than he’s willing to admit, and when she grabs the vase to put the flowers in, he can’t stop looking at her. 

“I’m sorry,” he spits out, “I’m sorry and I know that I fucked up and that’s why you didn’t return my calls but if you’ve listened to my messages and stuff you know I really, really am sorry and I miss you.”

She blinks for a second before looking at him again, her expression unchanging until…

Until she looks, well, sad, a flash of something almost like heartbreak on her face, and he hates it. And he doesn’t know what he can do, apologize again, or anything. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Steve,” she sighs, a sharp exhale and her eyes squeezed shut. She runs a hand through her hair and he hates it, how he can’t give her a hug or even be in her orbit. 

But she doesn’t need to be sorry. She’s not the one who fucked them up. 

“What?”

“I-“ she cuts herself off and takes another breath, “I know you don’t…feel that way about me. And I got carried away. I think part of it was- I don’t know. It was a moment and it passed and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

And- none of that makes sense. Because it sounds like she wanted to kiss him, like she wanted to be with him, and she thinks he’s rejected her. That he doesn’t want her back.

“I didn’t call back because it was embarrassing. I just, I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry.” She still looks sad.

(He hates that look, he hates it. He knows what it is, that oh, he doesn’t want me, expression written all over features he adores. He’s hated every guy that put it on her face and now he’s on that list too.)

“You think I don’t like you?”

He never knows what to say. And this isn’t right either, and he can’t seem to get it right with her, can’t seem not to hurt her, and it just. He wants her to stop looking at him like that. 

“We’re best friends, Steve, I know that.”

“No, I tried to kiss you, you can’t think I don’t like you,” and it’s all just spilling out, none of this is going to plan. He was supposed to be denying it but. 

But it’s ridiculous for her to think that, to think she’s the one with the ridiculous fantasy of being with someone she could never deserve. It’s him. It’s always been him. 

“I wanted to kiss you before then, I want to kiss you like all the time! Do you remember that Halloween party where I was staring at you so much Dustin gave me shit? I still remember what lipstick you were wearing. Shit, I’m so gone for you I was gonna come over here and beg you to forgive me.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers, her pretty mouth in an ‘o’.

“Not that you have to, you know, date me or anything, I know I was kind of an asshole in high school and you- you don’t-“

“Steve, shut up.” 

He’s sure he looks stupid, standing there rambling about parties and crushes and how she didn’t have to date him and he’s expecting it, expecting her to tell her she doesn’t love him, doesn’t even like him. 

This is why he never should’ve leaned in. It’s not like she’d have wanted him anyway. 

“Steve?” she speaks again, and this time, she’s closer to him, closer in silence and it’s almost like Friday night, with her so close, and she’s still beautiful. She’s still wearing strawberry lip gloss and he still wants to kiss her.

“I really like you.”

And that’s- her eyes are sparkling, and she’s smiling despite all of it, and he wants- there are so many things he wants. And it’s so much to hear, it’s like she’s offered him everything.

“You like me?”

She rolls her eyes, which is something only she can manage to do and still look kind, before she leans in, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in. And she kisses him. 

She kisses him, and he’s not scared of ruining the friendship, scared of anything, just thinking about strawberry lipgloss and every single time he’s wanted to and no matter how good he thought it would be, it was better. She’s the best thing he’s ever held.

“Really. Really like you.” she snarks after she pulls away, not getting far after with his arms around her waist (no, he’s not sure when that happened) and smiles at up.

“I really like you too.” 

He’s not good with his words and he certainly didn’t really do this right. He’s going to ask her to be his girl probably five seconds from now, and she’s going to laugh and say yes, but for now none of it matters, because she’s good with her words, and even better with her choices.

And so when she’s the one to kiss him again, smiley and more about joy than anything else, he indulges, because of all the things to be able to indulge in, her affection must be the best. 

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YOU’LL BE BACK (5)

A/N: Hello! So I finally free from school, I think one part of me is starting to freak out but one of the best thing is that I had more time to write! And to celebrate here’s the fifth part of this story, I hope you like it and if you want to be tag to this or my other story just let me know!

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

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Yn was standing next to her father, they were on the control room with a few members of the resistance, everyone was paying attention at what Poe was saying about the new weapon of the First order but one of them interrupted him and describe it like an hyper-lighspeed weapon built it in a planet, Yn and Finn nod as they confirm what the Commander was saying, one of the majors compare it with the Death Star.

-That’s a cute tough but this weapon is easily 10 times bigger and you saw it, this weapon can take a whole system down...

-I’m sorry who are you?- one of the genrals said.

-I’m Yn Solo- at the mention of her last name, everyone around her start to whisper.

-Yeah, this is my daughter and she and that kid- Han said as he point at Finn -can help us, but lets keep hearing what the pretty boy is saying- he said making Poe blush, he clear his throat as he activate the hologram of the Death Star.

-As Yn was saying, this was the Death Star- he push another button and another hologram appear -and this is Starkiller base.

-So it’s big- Han said.

-How is it possible to power a weapon of that size?- a general ask.

-It use the power of the sun- Finn said -As the weapon is charged the sun is drained until it disappears, when the sun disappear it’s over...

-Ma’am- one of the techs interrupted them and give a paper to Leia, she look to everyone around the table.

-The first order, they charging the weapon again now- Everyone start to murmure again -Our system is the next target.

-Oh my, without the republic fleet we’re doomed- C3-PO said.

-Ok, how do we blow it up?- Han said -there’s always a way.

-Han’s right- Leia said, Yn look at the way her parents look, she couldn’t help but smile.

-The base has a Thermal oscillator- Yn said -it’s similar to the one of the Death Star...

-Yes, it is on the precinct 47- he said as he move to the hologram and point the oscillator -Here.

-It might destabilize the core and cripple the weapon- someone said -and maybe the planet.

-We’ll go in there and hit the oscillator with everything we got- Poe said.

-That’s a good plan- Yn said - but there’s something wrong with it, they have defensive shields, it’s going to be difficult to your ships to penetrate them.

-So we disable the shields- Han said -You work there, what do you got?- he ask, Finn look at Yn, who gave him a nod.

-We can do it, we can disable the shields.

-we just need to get there- Yn said, her father look at Chewie.

-We’ll get you there.

-Han, how?- her mother ask him.

-If I told you, you wouldn’t like it.

-So we disable the shields, we take out the oscillator and we blow their big gun- Poe said, chewie roar in response -Alright let’s go.

Everyone start to made their way to the hangar, Leia ask one of the soldiers to guide Yn to a room, it was a simple room with a single bed and a trunk, when she open the trunk she saw that everything inside it belong to her, before she could ask him about it, she saw that the soldier was gone, she took a few of her old clothes. She was walking to the Falcon when she saw BB-8 rolling to one of the X-wing, after she follow the droid, she start to look at the ship.

-Are you thinking on flying one?- she turn around, Poe was standing in front of her with his orange jumpsuit on -I’m sorry to tell you this but this X-wing it’s taken... you can have my jacket but you have to find your own x-wing.

-and what about BB-8? Can I keep him- Poe’s smile fades quickly -I think we made a bond, don’t you think Beebs?- BB-8 beeps in response.

-Not funny, you- he point to BB-8 -get to the ship, we have to go but we are going to talk about this later- Yn couldn’t help but laugh.

-I’m sorry, Commander- she said.

-So what? are you thinking on staying?- he asked her.

-I don’t know, my father just offer me a job and I got to say I don’t think I would look good on an orange jumpsuit- he laugh.

-What are you talking about I think you look great... I mean everyone look great in this uniform... anyway it would be a shame if you leave.

-Really why’s that?

-You would be great to the resistance and I kind of getting used to see you.

-Are you flirting with me, commander?- He scoff.

-What of course not, I just saying...

-Hey kid! We need to go!- Han yell at her, she saw her mother rolling her eyes with a smile.

-Han let them be, they’re just talking.

-They’re smiling at each other, no one can smile to my little girl that way- he said giving to Poe a deadly look, when he turn to leia who seem a little distracted -What?

-you know, no matter how much we fought, I’ve always hated watching you leave.

-That’s why I did it, so you’d miss me.

-I did miss you- she said.

-It was ‘lt all bad, was it?- he ask with a smile -some of it was... good.

-Pretty good- she said making him smile.

-Somethings never changes.

-True- she said -you still drive me crazy -She said, they stay quiet for a second just looking at each other.

-Oh for the love of... just kiss her- Yn said, making them smile, she turn to Finn who was taking something from a box -Finn, you should be careful with that, those are explosive.

-What?- Finn said freaking out, they laugh about the scene.

-Thank you- Leia said.

-For what?

-For bring our daughter back- she said, he bring her in to a hug -And if your see our son, bring them home.

-Sorry to interrupt this but we should go dad- Yn said, Han nod and kiss leia forhead before he walk to the ship, Yn step in front of her mother, she hug her before she could say anything.

-Please be safe- she nod -and take care of your father.

-I will- she said and made her way to the ship but she stop and before leia could ask something Yn was hugging her -Mom I’m sorry I leave... I... I miss you- she said.

-I miss you too, honey- Leia said -just for your knowledge, he’s single- Yn look at her mother a little surprise -just saying- she smile before she run to the ship, when she get to the cockpit she put the belt as the falcon start to take off.

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[poeticandors]

Resisting Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Y/N is busy watching over her family when a certain visitor arrives.

Warnings: Mentions of death

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this next part!

Part 1

Tag list under the cut. If I forgot anyone, please let me know!

I do not own anything!!!

“Hold still, Beebs, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, removing the arcwrench that was held by your mouth to finish the task.

Your droid, BB-99, had taken a bad hit during the more recent attack and you spent the last couple of days fixing it up. Beebs, as you liked to call it, was a gift from your late brother, so you treasured the droid more than any other valuable you had owned.

Clicking the droids spark projector back in place, you let out a breath of relief as you wiped the sweat from your brow. “There, all fixed up.” Beebs let out a series of excited chirps and began to roll around you.

Smiling, you sat up straighter and began to stretch your back out, your face forming into a frown at the soreness of your muscles. It had been a couple of days since the First Order raided your village on Jakku. It seemed that the attacks were getting worse and worse—no matter how many times you guys moved around, they would somehow always manage to find you.

Thankfully, you all were able to put up a good fight every time. This made you feel proud as a leader, especially since those good for nothing members of the New Republic declined your plea for help—saying how The Unchained were just as bad as the Resistance.

Because of this, you had lost a little over half of your group, and the numbers were growing smaller after each raid from the First Order. All you wanted was to make sure the members of your village were safe—they were your family—and you would do anything to ensure their safety against the First Order. Sure, the Resistance has sent people to try and recruit your group and offer their help, but it was your brother who made you promise not to accept their help.

It’s because of them we lost mom and dad, Y/N, we don’t need their help.

Sighing, you stood up and left your tent to go outside with Beebs rolling alongside. The sun beamed down on your face and you squinted your eyes to take in the scene around you. There was still quite a bit of debris lying around from the fallen AT-ST’s you had taken down, but you asked members to strip them of anything they could use. Other members were busy cleaning their blasters and helping with the injured. A couple of children were out running around, laughing and yelling and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face.

Even after everything, these children were still able to live happy lives, and that’s what made the fighting worth it.

“Aunt Y/N!” The cheerful voice of your niece, Ava, caused you to turn around just in time for her to jump into your arms.

“Oh, my little Starlight!” You sang out as you spun the giggling girl. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Ava groaned in your arms, “Aunt Y/N, you just saw me this morning!” Placing Ava down, you faked a surprised expression.

“And you are still just as beautiful as the last time I saw you.”

“And just as annoying,” you heard your nephew, Zae, grumble.

“Zae, be nice to your sister.” Looking up, your sister-in-law, Maira, was giving a knowing look to Zae, who just rolled his eyes.

You gave Maira a solemn look, knowing that she had to deal with both a 10 year old and a 6 year old was enough to drive anyone crazy. Ever since your brother was killed, you took it upon yourself to help take care of your niece and nephew. They were your only family left and you would do anything for them.

“I see you finally fixed Beebs, Y/N.”

“Yep, it took a lot longer than expected though since someone wanted a little upgrade,” Beebs released a serious of beeps and Maira laughed.

“Yes, your new antennae looks good, Beebs, Y/N did a wonderful job.” Beebs chirped thanks and you chuckled.

“Beebs, why don’t you take Ava and Zae with the other kids?” Beebs agreed and Ava giggled as the droid budged her forward, while Zae sighed in annoyance and followed behind.

Shaking your head, you looked over to Maira, who had her arms crossed and looked forlornly at her children as they walked away.

“He’s becoming more snippy as we get closer…” Maira said and you didn’t need her to finish to know what she was talking about.

In a couple of days, it would be the anniversary of your brother’s death. You knew how it affected Zae and you only wished you could help the poor boy cope with what had happened. Ava was too young to remember, so she was only able to get a small understanding.

Placing a comforting hand on Maira’s arm, you were about to speak up when one of your men, Miko, came running up with his blaster in tow.

“Y/N, you might want to come with me.” He panted and you took a step closer.

“What is it, Miko?”

“There is someone here who claims to have a meeting with you?” Furrowing your brows, you told Maira to take Ava and Zae inside while you followed Miko.

A black and orange X-Wing was out in the distance and you immediately knew that it was the Resistance.

Probably trying to recruit you all… again, you thought.

As you got closer, you took notice of your best soldiers, Xel, Tara, and Jax, pointing their blasters at a man who was on his knees with his hands behind his head and an orange and white BB-unit next to him.

Stopping in front of the man, you took in his appearance. His dark hair was unruly, evident of the helmet he was probably wearing. His posture was straight up, despite having multiple blasters pointed at him, and you could tell he was a man who would take charge in a situation. Although his face was straight and unimpressed, his dark eyes held softness as his gaze landed on you.

After a moment of silence, the man finally cleared his throat.

“So, who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”

Unfazed by his inquiries, you kept a straight face, “Who are you? What is your business here?”

“Hi, Y/N, right?” You continued to glare at the dark haired man, who began to scratch the side of his head out of nervousness. “Right. All business, no pleasure. I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.”

Tag List: @starwrite-er @alicehoney 

Permanent Poe Tag List: @geeksareunique @firefeatherx  @beautifulfound @pitykristy @lunafreya98 @rosa-kirk @sleepylunarwolf @cobalt-one

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[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

Glee 6x13 liveplurk

Yuè [glee 6x13] (sobs uncontrollably) IT'S ALMOST BEEB TWO YEATS

Yuè thank you Lillian Yuè you know the entire mirror thing is great filming Yuè BLAINE BB Yuè I love how Kurt Blaine and Rae came back to see their kids Yuè THE SORPRANOGASMS Yuè MCHAYWARDS Yuè I'M SO HAPPY Yuè I'm pretty sure school boards don't work like that Yuè but I am very happy for McKinley Yuè honestly this was the perfect ending for McKinley and even for Schue Yuè I'm also pretty sure he can't just become a principal of a school Yuè EXCEPT FOR THOSE DAYS WHERE YOU WERE RAPPING Yuè BABY Yuè holy crap this was the last scene they shot for the entire show knowing that. .. I can't hand le ot Yuè I like that there are still Warblers there Yuè they cut the part of the Klaine last name... Yuè i cant believe we finally got Klaine PDA in the choir room Yuè yes my life has been changed too Yuè I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I'M CRYING BECAUSE OF A MR SCHUE SOLO Yuè MCHAYWARDS Yuè again just knowing this was the very last scene they shot makes it all way worse Yuè it's really the end of an era and of the old camaraderie that was glee club Yuè BLAM Yuè Blaine seriously asked Sam to live in a closet in New York with Kurt and Blaine Yuè WE JUST ROOT FOR WHICHEVER ONES WINNING Yuè THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING KURT WOULD SAY Yuè THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET MARRIED Yuè "I need to be able to just go out on the weekend and shoot stuff" Yuè I'm happy for him but it kind of hurts knowing this was supposed to be Finn's job Yuè LOOK THAY NEW FANCY CHOIR ROOM Yuè "jealous?" Yuè Chord finally got to do country.. sort of Yuè Sam this is amazing Yuè NO NO NO I KNOW I WILL CRY MERCEDES I AM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU BUT THIS ALSO MAKES ME SO SAD HOLY CRAP Yuè I AM CRYING Yuè this is definitely the ending she deserved Yuè she nailed this song holy crap Yuè CHOIR Yuè Blaine and Sam are living for this song holy crap Yuè "Mercedes Jones has left the building" and I am crying jesus christ Yuè KURT AND BLAINE Yuè MRS PORCELAIN Yuè honestly these guys don't owe her shit Yuè Sue thank you for this I agree with this oh man Yuè THANK YOU SUE Yuè YOU KNOW THIS ALSO MADE ME CRY I LOVE THIS BECKY AND SUE FRIENDSHIP Yuè "I've been treating you like an unpaid intern while I should've treated you as a paid intern" Yuè time for the least interesting song of the ep and yet it totally fits Yuè BUTTCHIN Yuè WHY AM I LAUGHING Yuè ... Yuè BRAD WHY Yuè you know given all the shit with Trump I see this as canon Yuè I can't believe Sue actually reformed the whole Republican party (that can be found in the cut dialogue) Yuè waot this was the first time jump of the ep Yuè KLAINE Yuè KLAINE Yuè KLAINE Yuè KLAINE Yuè KLAINE Yuè that Finn photo is great Yuè THE RING HE GOT YOU BUT IT WAS CUT FROM THE EPISODE Yuè BLAINE IS SO IN LOVE Yuè OH MAN HOLY FUCK Yuè THAY AGE UP Yuè I LOVE THIS SO MUCH Yuè THEY ARE LGBT BROADWAY PERFORMERS AND BLAINE IS A GRAMMY NOMINATED MUSICIAN AND KURT IS AN OBIE WINNER AND HAS A FASHION LINE Yuè that last thing being sad... I kind of want to set fire to all of Kurt's 2020 outfits Yuè and his hairstyle could've been better Yuè meanwhile Blaine looks absolutely wonderful Yuè OH THEY'RE SINGING WITH CHILDREN AT A HARVEY MILK SCHOOL Yuè this was a surprise duet and dcn accidentally tagged it as a Blam duet but then I played it and lost my shit Yuè I can't believe my boys got the last duet in the show I'm so happy for them Yuè BLAINE DOING A SHOW CIRCLE WITH THE KIDS Yuè Darren... thank you so much for this wonderful song Yuè I never stopped believing in the words we sung Yuè om crting Yuè DARREN GOT NOMINATED FOR A FUCKING EMMY FOR THOS Yuè look at Mercedes looking wonderfuk Yuè I kind of want Tina's dress Yuè hi mama and papa Criss Yuè still surprised Samcedes wasn't endgame Yuè also surprised abut Tartie Yuè TRACY ANDERSON Yuè BACK WITH THE MIRROR THING Yuè BOYS YOU ACTUALLY GOT FABERRY KIDS HOLY SMOKES Yuè same for St. Berry Yuè and those were Kurt and Blaine's last words Yuè ANDREW RANNELLS Yuè I like that there's sure a huge Wemma family Yuè honestly all those actresses are way better than Rachel Yuè KITTY AND RODRICK Yuè you know I really hated her in season 5 and 6 but she's still Rachel Berry and I am s goddamn fucking happy Yuè fuck Carmen Yuè BEING PART OF SOMETHING SPECIAL DOES NOT MAKE YOU SPECIAL. SOMETHING IS SPECIAL BECAUSE YOU ARE PART OF IT Yuè NO WE'RE ALREADY AT THE LAST SCENE Yuè "fantastic" Yuè honestly I think it is quite fitting that Sue ended the show Yuè hi random Terri Yuè CAROLE'S FACE Yuè ... or as it should be Yuè FINN HUDSON AUDITORIUM Yuè here they go Yuè THIS SONG Yuè I AM SO EMOTIONAL Yuè MERCEDES AND RACHEL Yuè KLAINE THAT HIP BUMP Yuè EVERYONE Yuè SUGAR Yuè MIKE AND MATT Yuè BRITTANY AND SANTANA Yuè PUCK Yuè KITTY Yuè LAUREN AND JAKE Yuè (fuck Karofsky) Yuè JESSE Yuè JOE UNIQUE AND RYDER Yuè and also even thought they couldn't be there for reasons: MYRON MARLEY AND RORY Yuè fucking same Figgins Yuè I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS Yuè THEIR FINAL BOW Yuè and last but not least: FINN Yuè I AM CRYING Yuè I FEEL EMPTY INSIDE Princess Lyn honestly this whole liveplurk is me Yuè Princess Lyn: I am still feeling empty inside Princess Lyn Yuè: #relatable Yuè Princess Lyn: I was just thinking how brilliant it was to put 2009 just before DCT because you get to see a 11 years time jump and it just makes me so emotional to see how much these kids have grown and what glee club has done for them Princess Lyn Yuè: exactly omg Yuè Princess Lyn: I mean in less than two hours you see how Mercedes thinks no one will ever listen to her voice and BAM then she's a famous singer Yuè Tina is way too shy and BAM then she's an actress Yuè Rachel doesn't have friends cause people hate her and BAM people everywhere are cheering for her Tony win Yuè Kurt is afraid his father will hate him for being gay and BAM he's leaving for New York with another man Yuè I love them Princess Lyn I cried a lot dude Yuè yesterday I started crying at the beginning of the episode and then for 45 minutes non stop Princess Lyn understandable

#lb 2017 #lb glee #lb watching #plurk adventures

[castiel-barnes]

What?

Pairing: Poe Dameron × Pregnant! Reader (Y/N)

Summary: You get some unexpected news and somehow you have to break it to Poe.

Word count: 3.28k

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of vomiting. Very very soft Poe and BB8.

A/n: I thought I'd stir up the pot on this one, I got a little time to do a little bit of writing so I'm doing this piece. Don't worry i am still trying to think of how im gonna write the Frankie story. I know some of this is probably inaccurate, but I've never given birth so the stuff I've written I've researched.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

Your husband Poe was on a little trip off Yavin IV, whilst you were home sorting out a few things like packing away bits and pieces from your recent move. Both Poe and you wanted to come live on his home planet of Yavin, and now that the war was over and you no longer lived in fear and have to relocate every once in a while it was perfect.

You was in the living room arranging the bookshelf, when you had first felt it. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to throw up. Rushing to the refresher you hunched over and started hurling. You was the only one home at the moment, and you was glad cause you didn't want to worry Poe or BB8. Sitting there, you thought to when you had last had a period. Shit. Your due date was past by almost a week. After you cleaned yourself up, you decided that you had to go get a pregnancy test.

Knowing that Poe wasn't back until later that evening, you knew you had time to prepare a little suprise. You had bought a test and now you sat by yourself in the refresher with the test in front of you.

"H-holy shit." You said looking at the test.

It was positive.

You were pregnant.

You both wanted children, that much was true. Poe wanted a little girl and name her after his mother, and you agreed it was a beautiful name after all. However, you didn't think to have them this soon after the war. You wanted to settle down in your home, get to know the planet better before you had children. You had to think of a plan. A plan to tell both Poe and BB8.

Poe and BB8 came home and they were both excited to see you. But the original plan you had went completely out the window. And Poe could pick up on your anxiety.

"Beebs can you leave the room for a moment please. And no eavesdropping, we both know what you're like." Poe said with a slight chuckle, and then he turned his attention to you.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He asked concern etched on his face,

"I-i didn't want to tell you like this, a-and I know that we agreed that we'd do this after we settled down. And that we were going to do it together. B-but you know things happen." You replied rambling with tears dripping down your face. Poe took his hand in yours and sat you down.

"Y/n, honey calm down. What.... what are you trying to say?" He frowned questioning you,

"I'm.... I'm pregnant Poe." You replied letting out a sigh and studying his face. He was still frowning but he had confusion on his face.

"What?" He asked again,

"I'm pregnant. We're gonna have a kid." You replied, this time setting the positive pregnancy test in the palm of his hand. He looked at it, his mouth open in awe and then he looked back up at you. This time you were not the only one with tears. He smiled and incased you in a hug. You felt a few warm tears land on your shoulder, but you knew he was happy. Looking back up at you, he wiped a few of your tears from your cheeks.

"When did you find out?" Poe questioned,

"This afternoon. I was in the living room, when I felt sick and I went to the refresher to throw up. And I was going to suprise you, but I started to panic. I remembered that I was a week late." You responded looking down at the test that was now between the two of you on the sofa.

"We're gonna be fine yeah baby?" Poe said, you nodded,

"We need to tell BB." You stated. Poe held onto your hand kissed you before calling in BB8.

"Hey beebs you can come back now." Poe called out. You were both expecting BB to roll back in the room, but there came no droid.

"Beebs?" Poe called again, but still no response. Sighing, Poe got up and walked out the room looking for BB. A moment later you hear Poe talking to him,

"Droid! What are you doing? Did you fry a chip again? C'mon buddy, stop wondering. Mum and I got something to tell you."

You smiled at Poe calling the two of you mum and dad. Especially now that it was true, and were having a human child. Both of them came into the room and Poe sat down next to you.

"Do you want to tell him darling?" Poe asked you,

"You can tell him baby." You responded.

"Ok uhm.... buddy listen. I think it's about time we give a meaning to BB. yeah?" Poe started and BB8 beeped in response,

"Well Beebs, I think BB should now stand for big brother. How does that sound?" He continued. BB8 let out a short beep,

'Really?'

"Yeah buddy that's right, you're gonna be a big brother." You said laughing, as you both watched BB8 twirling around. He rolled up to you and nudged your leg,

'A little sibling?'

"Yeah beebs a little sibling." You responded smiling and rubbing his belly.

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Few weeks later:

It had been a few weeks since you had found out that you were pregnant, and you told both Poe and BB8.

It was early this one morning, and by this time you had been semi acquainted with the feeling of sickness. Not that you enjoyed it. You rushed to the refresher, not wanting to wake Poe up. But you knew he was still a light sleeper, from the shared experience in the resistance. You felt Poe's hand on your back, rubbing it gently in circles.

"I'm here baby, your alright." Poe whispered to you. You leaned back into him after you finished throwing up.

"I hate throwing up." You said nuzzling into his neck,

"I know sweetheart, I know. But its gonna be so fucking worth it." Poe reassured you.

"You getting tired baby?" Poe asked and you nodded. You wiped and rinsed your mouth so you wouldn't have the gross taste, and the next thing you knew Poe was picking you up and carrying you back to bed.

Poe laid you down gently on the bed, and kissed the top of your head.

“Do you want ginger tea?” Poe asked quietly,

“Yes please.” You replied snuggling under the blanket.

A few minutes later Poe came back with a mug of steaming hot ginger tea. Setting the cup down on the bedside table, he walked around the bed and sat back down in the bed. You snuggled into Poe’s side and started to drift off again, but not before you took a few sips of the tea. 

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12 weeks pregnant:

“Poe. Baby wake up, we finally can see our little bean. Poe!” you said swatting him awake. He looked at you with a sleepy smile, and fucking hell you could die for  that smile and his unruly curls. 

“Let’s get breakfast, and then we can finally see our baby Dameron.” Poe replied whilst gently cupping your stomach. 

After the two of you had your breakfast, you both quickly got changed. Down in the medbay, you sat there nervously and started fidgeting. It was going to be the first time either of you had seen your baby.

"Hey, you alright?" Poe asked,

"Yeah I'm a bit nervous but I'm excited." You replied holding Poe's hand. You sat there for a little while longer and then got called into the doctors room.

"Oh fuck that's cold." You exclaimed as the nurse put the cold gel on your tummy. Poe smiled at you, and continued to hold your hand. The next thing you see, is your baby on the monitor.

"Aww sweetheart, look it's our a little baby dameron." Poe said to you. In his eyes you could see a little tear forming, you could tell he was happy and proud. Proud of you. You're literally carrying his kid for 9 months, and you had helped Poe every step of the way as a resistance general. You had also helped him through many nightmares and after he'd come back from various missions injured. Proud of himself. Both of you know that his parents would be proud of the 2 of you, but mostly Poe. They'd be proud of the man he has become. A resistance general. A husband. And now a father.

"Our baby is so small." You let out in a whisper,

"Yeah they are aren't they darling." Poe responded with a smile. A while later, the two of you made it back home. Your cravings hadn't been crazy crazy, but you craved a lot of jogan fruit and blue milk pancakes. So, you decided that you wouldn't go out anymore today, unless it was absolutely necessary. Poe had you snuggled up in his arms and was watching some old holovids, with a bowl of jogan fruit between the two of you.

Looking at the scan of the baby again, tears started to come to your eyes. Pregnancy hormones. You knew you'd get them at some point, but you wasn't sure when. Poe seemed to notice that you had started to cry and immediately comforted you.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong?" Poe asked quickly grabbing a tissue for you,

"T-they're gonna be so small. Like gonna be smaller than BB8 and- and BB8 is gonna be the best big brother ever." You replied sobbing in his arms.

"Oh Y/N sweetheart, is it hormones?" Poe asked gently holding you to his chest. You nodded and continued to cry. BB8 rolled up to you and let out a confused beep. He didn't understand why you were crying, there was no bad news, nothing bad had happened. Poe just shook his head and the droid rolled away.

"They're gonna be so cute and small. I just know that they're gonna be as smart as their momma. And BB8 is definitely gonna be the best big brother throughout the entire galaxy." Poe continued. He stayed like that with you for a long time, until he couldn't hear you crying anymore. As he looked down, he discovered that you had fell asleep in his arms.

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30 weeks pregnant:

It had been about 10 weeks since you had found out that the two of you were having a little girl. In honour of Poe's mother, you both decided that your little girl was gonna be named after his mother. Shara Bey Dameron.

You had both been in bed for quite a while now. It was about 2 in the morning. However, little Shara had other ideas and wanted to kick you. You had sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on your stomach and one supporting you. It had been late, and you didn't want to wake Poe like usual. But knowing him, he wouldn't stay asleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you were half asleep but desperate for actual sleep. Feeling the bed shift behind you, you felt Poe's hand gently on your back.

"Hey, you alright?" Poe asked with a deep sleep filled voice,

"Hmm? Oh.. yeah I'm fine baby, just tired. Shara hasn't stopped kicking for the past hour. And I really need to go toilet." You responded, your voice still hoarse from the lack of sleep you had.

"Do you want me to help you?" Poe asked, already knowing the answer and moving to your side of the bed,

"Please." You said, letting Poe come to you. As he came round to your side of the bed he kneeled down first and placed his hand on your stomach.

"Hey baby girl, can you not kick momma anymore tonight please? She's very tired and I know your excited to exist, but you gotta let her sleep. Okay little one?" Poe whispered softly to Shara. And somehow it seemed to work. You squinted your eyes at him. Was he magical or something. You had tried for the past hour to stop her kicking you and it didn't work.

"How did you do that?" You asked him,

"I don't know, I just told her to stop. C'mon Mrs Dameron, let's get you to the refresher to go toilet. Yeah?" Poe stated.

"Yeah. Thank you Mr Dameron." You replied holding onto him as he helped you up,

"It's not a problem honey, you know that." He said with a smile. The two of you returned to the bedroom and Shara was still calm. Finally you were able to get some proper sleep.

In the morning, Poe had let you sleep in knowing that night you had. With Shara kicking you, and needing to go to the refresher a few times. It was no doubt you needed extra sleep.

A while later you awoke, with Poe still in bed next to you.

"Hey there baby." You said looking at him with a sleepy smile,

"Hey, how you feeling darling?" Poe replied cupping your baby bump with his warm hands.

"Like shit, but it's not long now until we meet our little shara." You responded laying your head on his shoulder. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

"I can't wait to meet her. She's going to be so adorable baby." Poe said smiling still cupping the bump. He slid down the bed slowly and placed his head gently on your bump.

"Hey there baby girl, it's papa. How are you today my little one? Are you behaving this morning? You made momma real tired last night baby girl, you need to calm down honey. You're just like your dad, but we expected that didn't we momma?" Poe said talking to the bump and kissing it gently.

"Yeah we did honey." You answered, smiling softly at the sight before you. Shara wasn't even there yet, but Poe was already being a really good father. And husband.

You wouldn’t trade him for the galaxy. He was nice, kind, cute, hot, strong, funny and caring. The first time the two of you had met, he had helped you to fix something on your X-Wing and he asked you to go to drinks afterwards cause he thought you were cute. The two of you had both fallen hard for each other. And even now when you didn't think you could fall anymore for him. You could. The sight before you made your heart burst with love. Just seeing Poe talk to your baby girl, and telling her stories that she wouldn't be able to remember until she was older. It was something you wouldn't have thought would happen all those years ago, when you were by yourself on Tattoine.

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39 weeks pregnant:

Poe was somewhere else in the house at the time. You just got back into the bedroom from the refresher when you felt it. Luckily BB8 was in the room with you. Your water had just broke. It's happening.

"S-shit. POOEE!" You shouted for him, but he couldn't hear you.

"POOEE!" You shouted again, but still nothing,

'Mum?' BB8 beeped confused.

"Beebs go get dad now!! Tell him its happening. Oooooh shit." You replied to him, and then having a contraction.

'Ok.' BB replied to you and rolled away quickly.

BB found Poe and rolled up to him as quick as possible.

"Woah buddy you know the speed limit in the house." Poe said with a chuckle,

'Dad! Shut up! Mum needs you. She said it's happening.' BB let an annoyed and worried beep, wanting to get back to you.

"Shit!" Poe exclaimed running towards the bedroom with droid in tow. Rushing into the room, instantly coming to you.

"Honey why didn't you shout for me?" Poe asked letting you hold onto his hand,

"I did. F-fuck shit. Poee we need to go now." You groaned going through another contraction and squeezing his hand.

"Alright sweetheart, I've got you. I've got your hospital bag. Let's go." Poe replied helping you.

When you finally got to the med Bay, you were half way to being fully dilated. As you laid there in the bed, Poe stayed with you the entire time holding your hand.

"How you feeling honey?" Poe asked stroking your hair back.

"Like crap baby. Ohhh poe go get the nurse, I really want to push oohh shit." You replied throwing your head back at the intensifying pain, that you could feel even though you had been given medication.

"O-ok baby I'll be right back." Poe said rushing out the room to find a nurse. Not a minute later, he came back with some nurses and went back to holding your hand.

"Start pushing Y/n." The nurse told you, and you started to push.

"AHHHH f-fuck. Poe I can't do it. Ahhh!" You said panting and yelling in pain,

"Yes you can sweetie. You're so strong Y/N/N, come on darling just a few more pushes and we'll get to make our baby girl." Poe replied, stroking your hair back and letting you squeeze his hand as possible.

"Ahhhh fucking kriffing fuck!" You yelled with a final push. The next thing you heard was your baby cries filling the room. Looking over you see the nurses cleaning Shara and then passing her to you.

"Oh my god. Hey baby girl. Hi." You said to Shara who was laying on your chest with you crying. Looking over at Poe you saw his eyes streaming with tears and a huge smile on his face.

"Honey, look at her she's so beautiful." You said still tearful,

"She's so beautiful just like her momma." Poe replied with a crack in his voice.

"Do you wanna hold your daughter baby?" You asked looking at him. He looked at you with a look that made your heart burst again. He nodded and stood up so he could pick Shara up.

Poe took Shara from you so gently and cradled her in his arms. Shara was so tiny compared to him, and there he stood with his daughter barely an hour old.

"Hey my little girl. You're so cute, aww that's a big yawn. Look at you, you're so beautiful and your our little rebel." Poe cooed.

He walked over to you after walking around the room with Shara, and sat down gently on the bed next to you. Poe held Shara in one arm and you in the other.

"You done so well honey. I'm so proud of you." Poe said kissing the top of your head,

"Thank you baby. I couldn't have done it without you. I can't wait for beebs to meet his little sister." You replied leaning into his touch.

"I can't wait either baby. Get some rest okay? You just pushed out a whole ass human, you deserve some sleep." Poe stated looking at you already starting to drift off. You hummed in response and fell asleep, whilst Poe stayed there and held Shara.

*********************************

A while later:

You and your family had finally made it home. Poe had carried Shara in her seat, and you followed suite with your hospital bag.

"Hey beebs we're home!" You stated and as soon as you did, the little droid came rolling in all excited.

"Hey buddy, you gotta be quiet okay? Your little sister is sleeping." Poe said to BB8,

'Okay' BB beeped quietly.

Poe sat the baby chair down and knelt down next to it. Gently, he got Shara out and showed her to BB8.

'Is she really my little sister?' BB beeped quietly, observing the very small human being in her dad's arms,

"Yeah buddy, she is." You replied walking over to the three of them. What happened next made your heart swell to the size of the sun. And made Poe almost cry. Very carefully, BB8 moved his head forwards and placed it ever so lightly on Shara's.

'I love you.' BB beeped.

"Aww buddy." Poe said with a crack in his voice.

From that moment on, BB had stayed in Shara's nursery every night and every day she stayed in there for a nap. You couldn't ask for a better family. It was just you, Poe, BB8 and Shara. And that's all that you needed.

#poe dameron #star wars #writing #oscar isaac #pregnancy

[lake-arrius-caverns]

Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 4: Arkngthand

summary After a few days of guild work and running odd jobs around Balmora, Fahjoth’s thirst for adventure continues to grow. On being given an assignment to venture into a Dwemer ruin, he is elated — but is he getting ahead of himself?

content warnings mild threat/violence

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“I joined the Mages Guild.”

“You what?”

Fahjoth stood there, knee deep in the Odai River and grinned back at Ribyna, who was sitting on the bank sharpening a chitin dagger. He knew he had the dopiest, silliest smile on his face, but he couldn’t help it; Ribyna’s incredulous expression was tickling him. 

“The fuck have you done that for?” Ribyna asked. “The only thing you can cast is a shadow.” 

“Oi!” Fahjoth laughed, too accustomed to Ribyna’s mean teasing to take offence. “That’s why I joined it. I want to learn! You should join, too.” 

Ribyna grimaced. “Nah, you’re alright. Didn’t you join the Fighters Guild as well?”

“I did! I think that’s where I’ll be most useful,” Fahjoth admitted. “I might not be any good at magic, but turns out I can swing a sword decently.”

In the days that had passed since Fahjoth arrived at Cosades’ house, he had done as advised and set out to build up his strength. In addition to securing membership in — and running a few menial jobs for — the Fighters Guild and Mages Guild, Fahjoth had visited several of Cosades’ recommended trainers to get some practise in moving in armour and using larger weapons than the daggers he was used to. With the gold he had been gifted, he had even purchased a set of chitin armour and a gleaming steel shortsword for himself, which certainly came in handy when exterminating rats from old ladies’ homes. 

Today, he was to meet Cosades at noon to receive his first assignment. Fahjoth was even beginning to feel a little excited; this was the very reason he was here, after all. Who knew what thrilling mission Cosades had lined up for the newest Blades recruit? 

But for now, while the sun was up and basking Balmora in a warm early light, Fahjoth had taken the morning off and met with Ribyna to catch up and relax. She squinted at him, finally paying attention to the fact that he was standing in the shallows of the river. 

“Any particular reason you’re going for a paddle?” she asked, finally setting down her dagger and nodding towards his feet. “It’s not that hot today.” 

“I’m practising a water walking spell I got from the Guild,” Fahjoth answered happily. 

Ribyna raised a brow. “You sure that wasn’t a water sinking spell instead? ‘Cause if it is, you’re doing great.”

“Oh ha ha. It’s a hard spell!” However, Fahjoth was ready to admit defeat for now, emerging from the river and sitting beside his twin to let his feet dry off in the sun. “So, what’ve you got planned for today?”

Ribyna shrugged. “Not much. I’ll see if Habasi wants anything doing. What about you? You off to see this Cosades bloke?”

“In a bit,” Fahjoth said. “He’s got my first job for me today, apparently.”

“Juicy. So are you gonna tell me what it is you’re doing now?”

“You know I can’t.” 

Ribyna turned to Fahjoth, her face falling into a rather petulant frown. “You‘ve never given a shit before. Come on, can’t you just tell me? Not like I’m gonna tell anyone, is it?” 

Fahjoth sighed, trying to look as sincere as possible. “I’d love to tell you, Beebs, honestly. I would. But Cosades made me swear to secrecy. I’m not allowed to tell anyone.”

Ribyna was quiet for a moment. “Is it really that serious?” Then she laughed. “I mean, it’s not like you’re a secret agent for the Emperor, is it?”

Fahjoth forced a laugh, feeling wildly uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Hah! Wouldn’t that be mad?” Partly for a distraction, he shielded his eyes and glanced up at the sky. “Anyway, I should probably get going. Don’t wanna be late for Cosades,” he said, as he replaced his boots and hauled himself to his feet. 

“Alright.” Following Fahjoth’s example, Ribyna stood up and stretched with a dramatic groan. “I’ll see you later then. If you’re free, meet me in the South Wall Cornerclub this evening? I’ll get the first round in.” 

“Sounds good!” Fahjoth agreed with a grin, patting his twin on the shoulder as he set off for Cosades’ house. “See you later.” He turned and waved over his shoulder as Ribyna called back to him. 

“Bye, Fahji. Good luck!” 

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As Fahjoth let himself into Cosades’ house, he was unsurprised now to find the older man completely shirtless yet again. In fact, it was a rarer sight to see him actually wearing anything over his chest. 

“You’re early,” Cosades remarked. “Good, that shows eagerness. Are you ready for your first task?”

“Yessir!” Fahjoth confirmed, trying to curb his enthusiasm and resisting the urge to salute. 

“Excellent. Here’s what I need you to do.” Cosades handed over a scrap of parchment, upon which instructions had been neatly scrawled — fairly useless to Fahjoth, as his reading ability was no better now than it had been when he had first arrived. He took it regardless and waited for Cosades to continue. “Go talk to Hasphat Antabolis at the Balmora Fighters Guild. Ask him what he knows about the Nerevarine secret cult and the Sixth House secret cult. You'll have to do him a favour first. Probably an ugly favour. But do it. Then get the information from Antabolis and report back to me.” 

Fahjoth paused, the spark of excitement that had been burning in his chest shrivelling up and dying within seconds. Disappointed didn’t even begin to cover it; he had been expecting daring missions full of adventure and maybe a little bit of danger to get the blood pumping. Instead, he was being sent to... gather intel? 

Well, there’s a bit of glamour in that, in a way, Fahjoth reasoned to himself as he made his way over to the Balmora Fighters Guild. Learning about secret cults was sure to be fascinating — not that he had any idea what the ‘Nerevarine’ or the ‘Sixth House’ even were. Still, it must have been important — to Cosades at least, if nobody else — and Fahjoth was determined to make his first assignment a success.

Hasphat Antabolis was, thankfully, easy to locate, standing in the base of the Guild in discussion with another member. Trying his utmost to seem polite and professional, he approached the Fighters Guild’s Drillmaster and waited for Antabolis’ conversation to end. 

“Good day, Associate,” Antabolis greeted, turning to Fahjoth once he had finished. “What can I do for you?”

“Hi, sir. I’m actually here on a job from Caius Cosades,” Fahjoth explained. 

“So you're with Caius, eh? Let me guess, he wants information?”

“Yes sir.”

“I see.” Antabolis didn’t seem overly surprised. “Of course, there's a this-for-that involved here. I’d like to ask a favour first, and then I'll tell you what you want to know.”

Fahjoth had been expecting that. “Of course, sir,” he said, wondering what kind of favour Antabolis was looking for. Maybe to run some shopping errands, or to take some armour to be repaired?

“There are Dwemer ruins nearby called Arkngthand. I need you to run over there and find me a little copper cube. It's called a ‘Dwemer puzzle box’. Bring me back the box, and I'll tell you what you want to know.”

Fahjoth’s smile slipped for a moment as he realised what Antabolis had asked of him. “A Dwemer ruin?” he repeated, beginning to feel that flicker of excitement again — accompanied by apprehension, of course, but he pushed that aside. After the rigorous training he had received, an expedition into some Dwemer ruins was bound to be a breeze!

“Yes.” Antabolis began tracing the approximate shape of the cube in the air with his fingers. “It’s a little cube, about the size of a fist, maybe a little bigger. It will have a circular design, symbols on one side and some lined marks on the others. That's all I want, that little cube. You probably won’t even need to go venturing too deep into the ruins. Can you do that for me, Associate?”

Fahjoth nodded, feeling a wave of hopeful determination flooding his chest. “Yes sir! I’ll head there right now.”

After lingering for long enough to commit the instructions regarding Arkngthand to memory, Fahjoth set off, stopping at Cosades’ to collect his armour and sword before strolling out of Balmora on his next adventure. The sense of trepidation persisted, but it was drowned out by Fahjoth’s overwhelming curiosity and eagerness to explore new places and put his new skills to the test. It was just an old, uninhabited ruin, after all — as long as he was careful, he should be just fine.

Plus, he did have some experience with old ruins; he and Ribyna had ventured through the weathered stone doors of ancient Ayleid ruins back in Cyrodiil, with a group of friends from the Waterfront. Granted, they had barely gone deeper than the entrance hallway, but still! That had to count for something.

Fahjoth’s good mood only continued to grow as he reached the crest of an earthy hill, the vegetation having grown more and more sparse the nearer he got to Caldera. Once he spotted the Dwemer bridge, he couldn’t hold back a jubilant grin. He’d made it! Perhaps it was his euphoria at having successfully followed directions, but even the broad metal bridge itself had a certain rustic charm to it, despite being coated in a layer of dust and dirt built up over the years. Each footstep caused a reverberating clang to echo over the crevasse beneath, which Fahjoth peered down at with interest as he crossed, running his fingertips over the brass handle and feeling its mild, sunkissed warmth against his skin. 

Once he reached the other side, he was plunged into the shadow of Arkngthand. For a few moments, he was struck silent with awe at the sheer scale of it, the surrounding hills dotted by colossal turrets jutting out of the earth — and that was just the part he could see. From his position outside, all seemed still and quiet, but if he strained his ears and listened, he could hear something from deep within the ruins; the soft whisper of steam and a slow, gentle rumble that caused the hairs along his arms to stand on end with anticipation. And here was a scent that hung faintly in the air, growing more potent the closer in proximity he got to the ruins — a strange earthy yet metallic tang that lingered in his nose and even left a hint on his tongue. 

He recalled Antabolis giving him advice, suggesting that there would likely be an external mechanism to power the door. Fortunately, Fahjoth didn’t have to look too far before his eyes fell on a rusted metal wheel protruding out of the ground, which was somewhat stiff but still mobile. And once Fahjoth succeeded in twisting it, he heard the unpleasant groaning of metal and looked up just in time to see the ruin’s spherical entrance gliding open, revealing a door leading into what he assumed was the entrance hall. To his alarm, the rotating sphere began to slowly shut again, and so Fahjoth leapt into action and hurtled in through the entrance before it was sealed once more, assuming — and hoping — there would be some kind of opening mechanism on the other side. 

Once inside, Fahjoth’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the gloom. Along the dim hallways, strange elongated lights were fastened to the walls, casting a warm orange glow with which he was able to navigate. It didn’t escape his notice, however, that several wooden boxes and containers lined the halls, upon which candles sat — many flickering with a small flame. That seemed very unusual for somewhere that was supposedly uninhabited…

Then, he froze as it slowly dawned on him that Antabolis had never once claimed that Arkngthand was uninhabited. That was entirely Fahjoth’s own assumption.

And with that his confidence evaporated in an instant, to be replaced with a heavy apprehension that he could not shake. The ambience of the ruins only exacerbated his nervousness; now that he was inside, he could hear the clanking and groaning of ancient Dwemer machinery all too clearly, along with the occasional hiss as a puff of steam escaped from a loose joint in a brass pipe, both of which provided a constant, repetitive backdrop of noise that was impossible to ignore. Every so often, a much louder clunk or creak echoed through the tunnels, and Fahjoth flinched and froze, half-expecting the rusted supports holding up the dense stone walls to finally give way and collapse overhead. But there was no turning back now. He needed that cube.

The air now was stifling; warm, stale and thick with the acrid taste of metal, and only getting worse the further and deeper he delved into the ruins. Fahjoth began to feel beads of sweat gently dripping down his forehead and back, making him cringe with discomfort. With caution he pressed onwards, frequently pausing and straining his senses to listen out for any sign of life. And soon, it reached him; voices, coming from an area just up ahead, chatting amongst themselves and apparently oblivious to his presence. 

Fahjoth soon left the corridor and found himself overlooking a vast chamber, cut into the ground itself with stone slopes leading down to the base and up again on the opposite side to a second floor built into the cavern wall. Neither slope looked particularly structurally sound, and he grimaced at the thought of trying to sneak down undetected. So instead he stopped to listen, hoping to glean any information from the two men — an Imperial and a Redguard — loitering around a collection of boxes on the rough, stony ground beneath him. 

“How long are we staying in this shithole anyway? It’s fucking roasting in here.”

“No idea. Long enough for us to find enough Dwarven shit to make a profit off of, I guess. Since Crito’s found that weird cube, he reckons there’s more lying around that the right people will pay a fortune for.” 

“Really? He’s still holding onto that junk?”

“Yup. Keeping it in the safe room up there. He seems to know his stuff, so maybe he’s right.”

“Maybe. I still think we’d have been better off raiding a tomb, though.” 

As the men continued to debate the merits of sacking an ancestral tomb over looting Dwemer ruins, Fahjoth had his answers at least. The Imperial below had pointed upwards as he spoke, gesturing to a doorway on the upper floor of the chamber across from where he stood, which was as good a hint as he was likely to get. But even armed with this information, he was still faced with the issue of how to actually get himself over there without being noticed. He’d never been a particularly skilled sneak, but just maybe— 

“Come on, I’m sure there’s some flin ‘round here somewhere. I’m sure nobody’ll miss it if we just take one or two bottles.” 

Fahjoth could scarcely believe his luck. As the men began to amble further away and rummage around in some crates in the alcove beneath the second floor, he took his chance. As light-footed as a cat, but with less than half the grace, he scrabbled down the slope to his right, occasionally gasping and half-running as he felt rocks and soil shifting beneath his boots. It was with relief that he reached the ground, but there was no time to hesitate — within seconds he had crossed the chamber and was ascending the second slope, having to use his hands for balance as he clambered up the dilapidated ramp. At last he reached the next floor, where he was faced with another circular bronze door which he fully expected to be locked, but to his surprise, it swung open as enthusiastically as he pushed it with scarcely a creak. Clearly it was in frequent use. 

But as Fahjoth took a single step into the room, he found himself face to face with the largest Imperial he had ever seen in his life, whose broad shoulders were barely contained by the iron cuirass he donned. For a few moments the two simply locked eyes and stood in silence, both rather stunned by the sudden appearance of the other. Then, with a ferocious yell, the Imperial grasped the gleaming handle of a nearby battleaxe and swung it at Fahjoth without hesitation. 

With only a second to react, Fahjoth threw himself to the ground, panic wiping his mind completely blank. His first instinct was to flee, but now the man stood between him and the doorway, and there were no alternative means of escape that he could see. As he scrambled to his feet, Fahjoth leapt back as the man came lunging at him again and again with his axe, horrified by the determination on the Imperial’s face as he made one attempt after another to cleave him in half. 

The room, cluttered as it was with crates and stacks of shelves, was definitely not spacious enough to keep up these kinds of manoeuvres. Fahjoth’s only saving grace was that the man, in his heavy armour and wielding his cumbersome battleaxe, was far slower in comparison to him. But the man also had the advantage of both facing ahead and knowing the layout of the room. Continually driven back by the pendulous momentum of the blade, Fahjoth’s heart leapt into his mouth as his heel suddenly collided with a small box on the floor. With an almighty crash, he plummeted straight to the ground, bashing his shoulders on a brass pipe mounted on the wall behind him.

He risked a glance upwards. The axe blade was poised high in the air once more, ready to come crashing down over his head and split his skull into two. With blood pounding in his ears and adrenalin flooding his system, Fahjoth launched himself into a clumsy barrel-roll, tumbling past the Imperial’s legs a mere heartbeat before the axe fell upon the pipe that he had been leaning against. 

There was an ear-splitting shriek of metal on metal, but that barely measured up to the scream of the Imperial as a scalding jet of steam suddenly erupted from the broken pipe, filling the room with a hot, dense white fog within seconds. Fahjoth didn’t stop to check on the state of the man as he heard the axe fall clattering to the floor — his only goal was to escape. Squinting through the mist, he dashed around the scattered shelves and crates and hurtled towards the door, but as he neared it, something caught his eye. 

A small bronze cube sat innocuously on a row of shelves to his right, and Fahjoth’s heart skipped a beat. Without pausing to examine it, he grasped the little box tightly in his hand and threw his whole body weight against the door to shove it open. 

What he hadn’t been expecting was the door to smack the Redguard from earlier in the face, knocking him back against the wall with a yell and leaving him in a dazed slump, blood already pouring from his now crooked nose. Which meant that—

Sure enough, the first Imperial stood slack-jawed at the top of the slope, flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of a strange Dunmer. It didn’t take long for him to recover, however, and Fahjoth’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the man reaching down to his waist where a dagger hung in its sheath.  Fahjoth didn’t hesitate; driven by sheer desperation, he charged straight ahead like a wild guar, bashing his shoulder hard against the Imperial’s as he legged it haphazardly down the rocky slope. There was a yell and a dull thud from behind him as the Imperial, pushed clean off the edge of the slope by the force of Fahjoth’s bash, collided with the ground, and Fahjoth could hear only too clearly the enraged shouts of a number of men from behind him as they began to give chase. He didn’t look back. 

With his gaze fixed ahead of him and mouth dry, the beating of his heart as well as own footsteps ringing in his ears, his face feeling hot and his lungs cramping as a result of the sweltering atmosphere in the subterranean ruins, Fahjoth put his every ounce of strength into fleeing. With the head start he had secured he was able to bolt up the opposite slope, clambering up into the entrance tunnels and sprinting the length of the dimly lit corridors to the exit. At last, he turned a corner and Arkngthand’s entrance, his passage to the safe haven that was the outside world, suddenly popped into view. He stopped only to twist the copper wheel powering the entrance mechanism, his hands slippery with sweat yet whizzing around faster than they had ever moved in his life until, with a telltale groan, the spherical door ground open and daylight flooded the gloom.

The voices behind him were getting louder, their vicious insults and threats echoing through the tunnels, and though Fahjoth’s muscles were screaming for respite, he didn’t halt. He took off, rushing out into the fresh air, where a cool breeze caressed his clammy skin as his hands worked to spin the outside wheel powering the door machinery. Glancing up, he saw two figures come loping through the darkness of Arkngthand’s tunnels — before the door rasped shut once more, obscuring them from sight completely. 

As dearly as he wished to collapse into an inert heap on the dusty ground, Fahjoth knew he couldn’t relax yet. It would be seconds before the men — looters? bandits? smugglers? — reopened the door and resumed their pursuit of him. So it was with trembling legs that he trotted down the hill back towards the bridge, breathing a sigh of relief as no sound to indicate that he was still being chased reached his ears. 

Finally, he began to feel as if he could slow down. Now, with the adrenalin beginning to subside, he was left acutely aware of the stitch tearing up his midsection and each step felt almost torturous. The fog of panic was beginning to dissipate from his head, leaving him able to think clearly at last.

He glanced down at the cube in his hand, cold and surprisingly heavy now that he really focused on it. He examined the inscriptions donning the sides, feeling a stab of anxiety— what if, after all that trouble, he had picked up the wrong cube? But the more he scrutinised it, he realised it was more or less a perfect match for Antabolis’ description. And then came the overwhelming euphoria. 

He’d done it!

A grin spread across Fahjoth’s features as he gazed at the cube, so wide it almost hurt his cheeks. His first mission had been a rousing success — alright, it had been far from perfect, but besides a few scuff marks on the chitin of his armour, it was near impossible to tell that he’d even faced a struggle at all. And surely his superiors didn’t need to know about his unfortunate encounter. Why, he hadn’t even used his sword—

Suddenly, Fahjoth threw up a hand and slapped his forehead, eyes squeezed tightly shut in annoyance and embarrassment. Blinded by fear, he’d completely forgotten about the perfectly good weapon that hung in a sheath from his belt. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he and his shortsword may not have been much of a match for the brute of a man wielding a battleaxe anyway. At least, not yet. That was something to focus on in training. 

An echoing clang roused him from his thoughts and announced that he’d set foot on the bridge, but as Fahjoth looked up, he was surprised to see a man standing ahead. He’d been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he’d completely failed to realise that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t alarmed to see the grey-haired Imperial, but he did wonder what the older gentleman was doing out here in the middle of nowhere. 

“Ah, don’t mind me!” Fahjoth called to announce his presence, holding up a hand to signify that he was not hostile as he began to stride across the bridge. “Just, uh, heading home—”

His words abruptly died in his throat, however, as a pulsating ball of blinding light suddenly erupted from the man’s outstretched hand, hitting Fahjoth square in the chest and flinging him to the ground like a ragdoll. He yowled in pain as the electricity coursed through his body briefly before dissipating, leaving him gasping for breath and struggling to regain full control of his limbs. The Dwemer box had been thrown from his hand as he fell; it lay around two metres away, between himself and the battlemage, whose hand pulsed with a sinister indigo aura as a walking skeleton clutching a war-axe suddenly materialised into thin air beside him. 

“What are you doing—?!” Fahjoth yelled, wheezing after the collision with the hard metal base of the bridge knocked the air out of his lungs. “I’m not— I don’t want to fight you—!”

But the Imperial didn’t seem to be paying any heed. He summoned another spell, a blistering ball of flame that he launched at Fahjoth, who managed to avoid it by a whisker by frantically rolling to one side, although he still felt a scorching wave of heat as the fireball exploded on the spot where he had been lying a mere second prior. Scrambling to his feet, panic building once more, Fahjoth was faced with the man preparing another spell and the skeleton, an actual intact human skeleton, loping towards him, brandishing its rusted blade and its bones creaking as they scraped against each other with every movement. For a split second, Fahjoth’s hand twitched towards his sword — but another convulsing ball of sparks coming his way dissuaded him from that idea completely. This was certainly not a battle he had any chance of winning. 

He lunged for the ground just as the skeleton swung its axe for his head, and Fahjoth felt the blade skimming the top of his hair as he narrowly missed being struck by it. With fumbling fingers he grasped the cube and heaved himself back to his feet, dancing backwards to avoid the spells still being flung in his direction and to put as much distance as possible between himself and the skeleton. Except, now, he had another issue; his opponents were in the middle of the bridge, obstructing the way ahead and preventing his escape. Thinking fast, there was only one thing for it; Fahjoth clambered over the metal railing at the side of the bridge, desperate for an alternative escape route. He was close enough to the start of the bridge, it probably wouldn’t be too far a fall—

But the moment he put both feet on the railing, he felt himself losing his balance on the rounded surface. He had just enough time to catch a glimpse of the side of the crevasse below, the walls of which were much steeper than he had anticipated, before he lost his balance completely and felt himself plummeting down, his stomach lurching up sharply as he descended. With a strangled yelp he hit the rocky sides of the cleft and tumbled down the rest of the way to the base, almost choked by the dense cloud of dust he had disturbed on impact with the soil. Once again adrenalin overtook him, lending him the strength he needed to drag himself to his feet and stagger the width of the crevasse and over to the other side, his grazed fingers still firmly clutching the precious cube. He felt more than heard the crackling of spells as they went whistling past his head, and a scuffing against the ground behind him indicated that the skeleton had followed his path down into the chasm. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself into beginning the arduous climb back to the top of the crevasse, scrambling up the rock face and skidding on loose dirt before finally emerging at the top. From the corner of his eye he could see the battlemage running the length of the bridge, trailing Fahjoth like a hungry wolf while still firing hostile spells at him as he gave chase. 

With one last burst of energy Fahjoth broke into another furious dash, bolting down the hill and sprinting along the path he now found himself on. He didn’t stop to look back, to check if he was being followed. His only objective was to return to Balmora as fast as possible. His lungs screamed with every frantic gasp of air he drew in, his heart hammering against his ribcage and reverberating dully between his ears. It was only once he passed under the arch at the town entrance and fled into the sanctuary of Balmora did he finally stop, and, in a haze of pain, exhaustion and sickening dizziness, he promptly fell to his knees. 

As he kneeled there on the dusty ground, struggling to get his erratic breathing back under control, it was a few moments before Fahjoth could even begin to process his thoughts again. The first thing he noted was that he was safe now; he was back in civilisation at last. Numerous guards patrolled the streets, their helmed faces occasionally turning to look at the outlander collapsed into the dirt — probably with disdain but that was the least of Fahjoth's worries right now. With his chest feeling as though it was on fire, burning up from the inside with every inhalation, he closed his eyes and let the pleasant warmth of the late afternoon sun wash over him, easing the tension in his aching muscles. Finally, his breathing began to slow, allowing for more thoughts to surface in his troubled mind.

The truth had hit Fahjoth like a warhammer to the face. Today had been nothing short of a disaster. It was almost laughable to reminisce on how excited and confident he had been when he initially departed from Balmora. He struggled to believe that mere hours ago, he thought he was prepared for anything. What a ridiculous notion that was. How could he have been so naive? If that was only the first assignment Cosades had given him, he believed wholeheartedly that he needed the blessing of the gods to survive what else might lay in store. 

His eyes fell down to the little cube he still clutched in his bloodied hand, the sight inspiring bitterness in his sore chest. First things first, he needed to return it to Antabolis; truthfully, he would be glad to see the back of it. The last thing he wanted was a reminder of how disastrous his little mission had gone. With embarrassment and misery now settling in his gut and pain racking him with every movement, Fahjoth dragged himself to his feet and finally limped his way back to the Fighters Guild for a less-than-triumphant return. 

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Together

Pairing: FinnPoe

Anon asked: heyyyy I dunno if you are taking requests rn and it’s fine if you’re not but i figured you would write this really well... so basically had this idea for a finnpoe fic where basically someone calls Finn a stormtrooper or something and Poe loses his shit and tries to fight them (or does you choose😉) and Finn has drag him away cause poe is really trying to end this dude and then when poe calms down he confesses? I’m sorry this is all over the place but it’s my first time doin a request😅

Warnings: language, very light angst if you squint, mentions of blood, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested!! My requests are always open, though it does take me some time. I absolutely adored this idea and loved writing it! I’m going to be editing my tag lists soon so please let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything! 《MASTERLIST 》

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are not,” he scoffed

“And a scaredy cat.”

“No I’m not.”

“Why don’t you tell him then,” Rey smirked as her eyebrows raised, clearly enjoying this little banter.

“Because, you know...” his sentence trailed off as a hand went to rub the back of his neck.

“No I don’t know,” she smiled, a small chuckle escaping past her lips. Poe let out a long sigh before leaning against the door to his quarters. 

“I just, he’s my best friend! And he probably, more than likely, doesn’t feel the same.” He grunted, kicking at the dirt. 

“My point still stands,” he looked up, a tired yet curious expression on his face. She patted a hand on his shoulder, “You’re an idiot.” 

“You’re no help, you know that.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at her, knowing she was completely right. He’s being a fool. He should just tell Finn how he feels but doubt and fear linger in the back of  his head.

“Well, maybe all you need is a push.” She gave him one last smile as she turned around, heading to another part of the base.

He stood there, pondering over her words. What kind of push though? He groaned in frustration again before heading over to the mechanics area to work on his x-wing.

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“You and Commander Dameron are close,” one of the mechanics said as she was working on a droid.

“Yeah uh, you could say that.” He chuckled nervously. 

“You like him don’t you.” She looked up, a soft gaze in her eyes. 

“I put up with him, if that counts.” He shifted on his feet, not looking directly at her. 

“Sure you do,” she clicked her tongue, looking back down at the droid. Finn’s brows furrowed; he licked his lips, curiosity filling him inside.

“And that means…” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she smiled sweetly at him. “It’s just,” she waved a wrench around, “you two seem like you’d make a cute couple is all,” she said nonchalantly. If Finn had water he would’ve choked. Couple? Sure he liked Poe, but being a couple never really crossed his mind.

“I uh -” A blush started creeping up his neck and to his cheeks. “I-I I mean-”

“Finn? Buddy, what are you doing here?” Poe cut him off, throwing an arm around his shoulder pulling him into a side hug. 

“Just uh, chatting,” Finn looked at Poe briefly before dropping his gaze to the ground, his blush growing more intense.

“You okay?” Poe hummed, scanning his soft brown eyes over Finn’s facial features. “You look flush.” Concern washed over Poe and in an instant he removed his arm from Finn’s shoulder and pressed the back of his hand to Finn’s forehead. “Comin down with something? Need water? Maybe you should-”

“Poe,” Finn chuckled, “I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.” He shifted on his feet. Poe’s hand dropped from his forehead to his shoulder, just by his neck.

“Probably this jacket of yours then,” Poe chuckled as he tugged on the leather material.

“Yeah, probably.” Finn smiled, looking up at him. Your jacket, echoing in the back of his mind. Their eyes locked and Finn felt his heart leap from his chest. Poe’s gaze was soft yet concern still lingered. His eyes filled with adoration and his lips curved into a gentle smile. 

Finn didn’t know it but Poe felt the exact same way. Looking into Finn’s eyes, Poe felt himself fall even more in love. Love? Poe licked his lips as he cleared his throat, his face suddenly feeling hot. 

“I uh, I gotta go work on my uh, x-wing,” Poe stuttered, eyes never wavering from Finn’s. 

“Y-yeah, I uh, got to um…” Both men chuckled nervously as they spun in a circle around each other.

“You’re going to the cantina later right?” Poe asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Oh, y-yeah yeah yeah. Uh, see you then Poe,” Finn waved, a goofy smile on his face. Poe nodded as he was walking backwards.

“See you later babe-BUD! Bud,” Poe flashed him a smile before turning around and started speed walking toward his x-wing. “Kriff, I hope he didn’t hear that.” he mumbled to himself.

Finn stared at Poe’s retreating form until he turned a corner and was out of sight. His face was still burning as was his shoulder where Poe had his hand. He sighed for the millionth time that day and looked at the mechanic, a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Told ya!” She winked and Finn couldn’t help but shake his head. Hands on his hips, he looked up at the ceiling, thoughts just racing around in his head, all revolving around a certain pilot. 

“We’ll see about that,” he finally decided. He started walking out when she hollered three letters that made him pause. 

“OTP!” He was definitely going to have to look that up later.

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“That should do it.” Throwing the wrench with a huff, Poe wiped a hand over his forehead leaving slight greece smudges. “What do you think beebs?” The droid beeped in approval before picking up the wrench and putting it in the toolbox.

“Cantina time, right?” He clapped his hands as he grabbed his jacket. Loud concerned beeping made him stop and look at the little white and orange droid. “What do you mean I look bad?” BB-8 shook its head. 

“Buddy I’m - oh,” Poe looked down at his clothes, the white tank top and black pants were covered in oil. “Yeah I know, I need to change.” He chuckled, making his way towards his quarters, bb-8 following close to his side. “Yes, and take a shower.”

After getting ready and approval from BeeBee, Poe finally headed to the cantina. He felt his stomach churn as his heart thumped a little faster. It wasn’t a date but they were still hanging out, laughing together. Together. Oh how a word can break and mend his heart at once. 

Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, Poe opened the door and was greeted with a slight crowd, everybody talking and laughing, arguing and drinking. Scanning the area, Poe couldn’t find Finn or the rest of his friends. 

“There you are!” Rose grabbed his arm, “You’ve gotta do something!” Tugging him to a different part of the cantina, Poe was filled with confusion. It wasn’t until Rose pointed to a certain area that he felt his heart hammering away in his chest. “They’ve been at for like ten minutes. We tried shutting them up but they won’t listen.”

“Where’s Rey?” 

“Said she’ll be here later.”

“What exactly happened?” Poe faced her, a serious expression on his face. 

“At first we were having fun and talking, waiting for you and Rey when those guys showed up.” She started, jutting her chin in the direction where Finn and the three other men were at. “They seemed nice at first, had a decent conversation when they started picking on Finn for being quiet. I told them to shut up but Maker, they kept on going. They had just started teasing him about being a stormtrooper when I saw you walk in.” She finished with a huff. 

Poe’s blood was boiling. Searing anger bubbling from the inside out, making him stare at the three dudes who were still teasing Finn. If looks could kill, they would be not 6ft, but 12ft under. His jaw was set, teeth clenched, and he felt his hands starting to shake. All he saw was red and he wanted to go in for the kill. Walking up to the group of four, Poe grabbed the nearest one and slammed him against the wall.

“So you think it’s funny to make fun of him huh?!” Poe’s eyes were like daggers, as his voice went deep and was void of emotion. “Think you talk shit about his past?” His fist collided with the guy’s jaw, a loud pop made the whole cantina turn to look at the scene; but Poe could care less. 

He grabbed the same guy and punched his face again and again, efficiently breaking his nose. He raised his fist to land another blow when he felt someone grab it and wrap an arm around his waist. 

“Poe stop!” Finn pleaded, trying to pull Poe off the guy.

“No, No! They each need an ass beating.” He snarled, “Or, or maybe...maybe I’ll just blast them with my x-wing a few times!” He struggled against Finn’s hold to lunge at the other two guys.

“Poe!” Finn held on tighter, like his life depended on it. Well, more like the other three guy’s. 

Poe grunted as he tried to pry Finn’s arm from his waist but Finn wouldn’t let up. Poe turned his head to look at Finn and he felt all his anger dissipate. The cold look turned warm under Finn’s gaze and he huffed, falling limp; letting go of the struggle. 

“Thank you.” Finn helped him stand, but Poe mistakenly looked at the three guys again and he felt his anger rise. Finn grabbed at his waist and shoulder before Poe could take a step.

“If I see you three ever again you’re dead.” Poe jabbed a finger in their direction before looking at Finn and giving a curt nod, silently telling him he was finished.

“I’ll clean up here, you two need to talk, now.” Rose said, pushing them towards the exit. They left and Finn guided them towards the tarmac, knowing Poe likes to look out at the stars as he cools down from a fight. 

The whole way was quiet, neither saying what they really wanted to. Poe’s eyes were trained to the floor, not daring to look at Finn. He felt guilty, but he also felt something else. Something burning in his chest. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt them stop. Tentatively, he lifts his gaze up, looking at Finn who is already watching him.

Finn retracts his arm from around Poe’s waist and they both feel a little empty with the loss of contact. Finn swallows thickly and sighs, still not believing what just happened. Poe literally came out of nowhere and beat a guy to a pulp. 

“Rose told me what happened, that’s why I uh, you know.” It was like he read his mind. Poe went to put his hands in his pant pockets but when the material rubbed on his right fist he felt a sharp pain shoot from his knuckles to the rest of his hand. A slight whimper escaped as he cupped it with his other hand. 

“Dammit Dameron,” Finn whispered, reaching for Poe’s injured hand. “What would possess you to beat the life out of them?” He pressed the bottom of his shirt to Poe’s lightly bleeding fast bruising knuckles. 

“You know what they said-”

“But that doesn’t mean you can kill them Poe.” Finn looked up from their hands to Poe’s face, guilt very evident across his beautiful features. 

“I-” Poe started, he felt his throat closing in on him as tears started clouding his vision. “I-You, it’s just, ugh!” He pulled his hands away and started tugging at his curls. “You! It’s you! You’re fault,” he sighed in frustration. The words wouldn’t come out the way he wanted them too.

“My fault?! How the-”

“Not the fight, the feeling - THIS feeling,” he motioned towards his heart, his hand shaking rather violently. “That feeling. Whenever I see you, Finn, my heart feels like it’s going to kriffing explode! I can be down all day and then I see you, and you care and you want to help me.” He paused trying to get air into his lungs. He didn't even feel the tears falling down until Finn reached out and pressed a hand to his cheek, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing the tears away.

“When Rose said they were making fun of how you used to be a stormtrooper, I-I thought I was going to melt on the spot of how heated I got.” He cracked a smile, trying to conceal the aggravation he felt at the thought. “Finn, w-what I’m, you know, trying to uh to to say, is uh,” he tripped over his words and Finn had to bite his lip so as to not laugh at Poe’s new state of nervousness. 

“You got it,” Finn encouraged, hand still pressed to Poe’s cheek, the other hand holding Poe’s injured one. There was a beat of silence. No one spoke, everything around them was quiet as they stared into each other's eyes, the stars above them illuminating them perfectly.

“I love you.” As soon as the words left him, Poe panicked. Scanning Finn’s face for any sign of disappointment or wariness, he was met with something completely different, something he wasn’t expecting. Finn had the brightest smile Poe’s ever seen, his eyes shone with pure awe and warmth, and the hand on his cheek moved to his neck.

“I know.” Finn winked at him and Poe felt his face get hot as his heart froze. “That’s a little taste of your own medicine you cocky bastard.” He laughed before bringing both his hands to cup Poe’s cheeks and bring him in for a long awaited kiss. 

The kiss was soft and sweet. Both of them pouring all their emotions into it, all the love they felt for each other. Poe felt fireworks go off in his belly as he drowned himself in Finn’s smell, the way their lips curved perfectly against each other. Breaking apart for air, they leaned their foreheads together, bumping noses, little laughs turned into small pecks and their hearts soared high to the skies. 

“I love you too, babe.” Finn chuckled, kissing the tip of Poe’s nose.

“So you did hear it,” Poe felt his face get hot of slight embarrassment and tucked his nose into Finn’s shoulder. 

“Everybody heard it.” The mechanic from earlier stated making them jump. Both men looked over and saw she wasn’t standing alone, but with BB-8, Rose, and Rey. BeeeBee rolls up in between them and beeps, as if scolding Poe.

“What do you mean it’s about damn time?” He questioned the droid.

“It’s got a point,” Rey said, turning to the other three ladies, gaining an eruption of laughter from the whole group. 

Poe looked at Finn who shook his head at them, a smile blossoming across his face. That laughter made his stomach do backflips and his heart throb in his chest, but now he didn’t have to hide it anymore. Their eyes met and he extended his uninjured hand, Finn gladly taking it, intertwining their fingers. 

Finn glanced at Poe’s other hand, the blood dried and the bruise was getting worse. He gave Poe a look but the other man shook his head, tugging him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. A silent way of saying we’ll handle it tomorrow. A promise they’ll handle anything together now. As they always have.

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