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does C3PO translate hypotheticals? // poe dameron

Summary: Solo!Reader and Poe Dameron do not, in any way, get along. Maybe. Well. Actually?

Request: nopeeee

A/N: basically I watched TROS yesterday and had this idea and so I wrote it :)

Reader: female, force!user, Organa-Solo

Warnings: arguing, making out

“Han’s ship…” Rey said, fully noticing for the first time the fire hazard that was the Millennium Falcon. Poe huffed, looking away with his hands on his hips. He saw BB-8 roll towards him, smiling at the sight of his droid before he registered his tell-tale beeping.

“What’d you do to the droid?”

“What’d you do to the Falcon?” Rey asked incredulously, gesturing at the large ship.

“The Falcon’s in a lot better shape than he is.”

“BB-8’s not on fire.” She countered, frowning at his argumentative nature.

“What’s left of him isn’t on fire.” He corrected, raising his eyebrow. BB-8 beeped unhelpfully in the background.

“Y/N is not going to be happy.” Rey folding her arms. Poe paled very noticeably, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“You told her?” he all but whined.

“What the hell happened?” You shouted across the base, storming towards the returned rebels.

“Speak of the devil.” Poe huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Dad’s ship… what did you do, Dameron?” you demanded, crossing your arms and tapping your foot expectantly. Poe opened his mouth indignantly. “Glad to see you home Chewie, Finn.”

Poe let out a humourless laugh, throwing his hands out; his frustration was growing. Rey and Finn greeted each other whilst you and Poe stared each other down.

“You know what, sweetheart-“ Poe began angrily.

“Call me that again. I dare you.”

“Oh really? What are you gonna do, Sweetheart? Force choke me or something? Turn to the dark side like your big brother?”

“You’re a sorry excuse for a commander, you know that Dameron? You can’t keep just flying first and thinking second-“

Chewie’s roaring interrupted you.

“You lightspeed skipped?” Rey asked, turning to Poe. Poe rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well it got us back here, didn’t it?”

“Poe, the compressor’s down.”

“Oh, I know, I was there.”

“Every time.” Finn sighed.

You cast a glance over his shoulder, glad that the Falcon was being seen to. You couldn’t help but think, though: lightspeed skipping? That was technical stuff. You remembered one time with your Dad, when you were young, smuggling something or other off Kijimi; he’d told you about how the local spice runners lightspeed skipped.

“You can’t lightspeed skip the Falcon!” Rey insisted, looking to you for help. Poe followed her eyes.

“What, Sweetheart? Nothing to contribute?”

You sent him a dry, distasteful look.

“Nerf herder.” You muttered. He heard you and sent you his own dirty look.

“Alright, guys,” Finn begged, tired of the arguing. “We just landed, okay?”

Poe pushed towards the base, past Rey and Finn. You were still thinking about those lightspeed skips.

“What happened?” Rey asked as you all followed Poe.

“Bad news.” Poe’s frustration was palpable even without the force. “That’s what happened.”

“No spy?” She continued.

BB-8 rattled around by your feet. You smiled at him; you’d always had a soft spot for that droid.

“No. Spy.” Poe said. You rolled your eyes; he was so helpful.

“Did we make contact with the spy, or not?” Rey was getting frustrated, too confused about Poe’s bad mood to be patient as well.

“There’s a mole in the first order and they sent us a message.” Finn explained, looking from you to Rey as he spoke.

BB-8 made a series of beeps that you laugh. “You dropped a tree on him?” you asked Rey, an amused smile settling on your lips. Poe frowned at you. Rey exhaled sharply, turning to Poe.

“He blew both sub-alternators!”

Poe gestured to the ship angrily as Finn stood opposite you, between Rey and Poe arguing. You shot him a sympathetic smile.

“Well, maybe you should’ve been out there with us.”

“Guys.” Finn tried to interject, failing miserably.

“You know I want to be out there with you-“

“Yeah, but you’re not. You’re here training. With her.” He didn’t even look at you as he pointed. ��For what?”

There was a significant pause.

“You’re the best fighter we have. We need you. Out there, not here.” Poe huffed again, turning to speak to one of the droid technicians about reconditioning an R2 unit. Rey and Finn stared at each other for a moment; you turned to leave, knowing when you weren’t required.

“It’s true.” Finn said as you began to walk away. He caught your eye, tilting his head a little as if debating how true.

After an eventful day, the ship bay was empty and so, you decided it was the perfect place to take refuge for your meditation. You sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to clear your mind of everything going on around you. You tried to forget about your brother, the Supreme Leader, and how he killed your Father and how there was war literally all around you and how annoying Poe Dameron was, just staring at you across the hangar. Wait, what? You lost your concentration. Both you and the tools around you hit the ground with a thud.

You groaned, peeling your eyes open to see Poe. When you met his eye, he grunted and carried on to his ship. You huffed. You couldn’t remember when the arguing with Poe started, really. It was like one day you both just decided you hated each other. Your Mother, rather unexpectedly, found it extremely funny; watching her daughter and her favourite commander fighting like schoolchildren was one of her only brief solaces from the war itself. Thinking about it, you remembered the lightspeed skipping and stood up, dusting off your clothes and approaching his ship. He made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he tinkered with it.

“I’ve been thinking about lightspeed skipping.” You announced, watching him drop his hand and groan lamely.

“Not you, too.” He looked tired. “Rey’s been on me about this all day and honestly, neither of you were there so whatever you want to say about it, fine. That’s fine with me. But you weren’t-“

“I’ve never met a pilot, a proper pilot, that’s known how to do that.”

He frowned, suddenly uneasy.

“I’m sure Han Solo knew how-“

“My Dad was a smuggler and a criminal.” You reminisced, dragging your fingertips across the nose of Poe’s X-wing. “He was also the best pilot in the galaxy… and even he didn’t know how to lightspeed skip.”

Poe looked very uncomfortable.

“Spice runners tend to, though.” You said softly, flicking your eyes up to meet his. You knew you had him there.

“Wow,” you said as he made a beeline down the ladder he was perched on. “Poe Dameron, a spice runner-“

“I was-“

“A spice runner, yes, I understand that now-“

“Look-“

“The others don’t know, do they?”

He didn’t answer.

You mused for a moment before a smile grew on your face.

“Is it bad that I like you more now?”

He frowned. You didn’t say anything else for a moment. His face changed to something brighter.

“More? I didn’t think you liked me at all.”

“You’re annoying, that’s why.”

“I’m not-“

“You’re very annoying.”

“And you’re not?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a force user” he mocked. “I’m so much better than you because I can move rocks with my mind.”

You let out a laugh in mock offence.

“You’re not much better, flyboy. You’re always ‘pew, pew’ first and ‘wait, hold on’ second.”

“Oh, is that right?”

You both looked at each other for a moment. He chuckled.

“Do you remember why we hate each other?”

“Nope.” You replied, smiling.

“Well then,” He threw the wrench in his hand to the ground and wiped his hand on his trousers. Then, he offered it to you. “I’m Poe Dameron: the best pilot in the rebellion-“

“Ex spice runner.” You added, biting the inside of your cheek. He nodded, conceding.

“Ex spice runner. And you are?”

“Y/N Organa-Solo: force user-“

“Professional asshole.”

You pursed your lips, taking his hand.

“Professional asshole.”

You looked at each other for a few moments then, forgetting you were holding hands, forgetting that only fifteen minutes before you were mortal enemies.

“I think we’ll be good friends.” He said, smiling.

“Friends?” You narrowed your eyes, tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe not.” He shrugged. Neither of you let go. “What would you say if I said I wanted to kiss you right now?”

“I’d tell you that’s a copout. Say it or don’t.”

You watched him wet his lips, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes; eyes also preoccupied with your lips. He raised an eyebrow. A silent question.

Being so at one with the force, you’d think you’d have expected the way Poe then lunged at you, cupping your face in his hands. You didn’t. It was welcomed, though. Your hands looped around his neck as he rested you against the X-wing, which only slightly rattling with the force of his movement. His hand trailed down your hip, pulling you closer as you kissed. You felt his tongue against yours and smiled. Your smile only grew when he pushed you a little harder into the ship, the ladder he’d been using clattering to the ground. He smiled against your lips too and you thought about why in Kriff’s name it had taken you so long to get here.

A throat being cleared from the centre of the bay grabbed your attention, you and Poe breaking apart to see who was there. Your mother stood there, Rey on her right, both of them smiling at you. You went to shove Poe off you but he was already moving, standing with you, shoulder to shoulder, in front of General Organa and the galaxy’s only hope. You felt your face heat up. You could only hear the sound of both of you breathing, trying to catch your breath. You felt like children being scolded.

“I’m glad you two finally got the memo.” Leia said smugly. Rey bit her lip, looking down bashfully to hide her amusement.

“Yes, General.” Poe said, swallowing and lifting his chin, no doubt trying to recover some semblance of dignity.

“But, maybe somewhere else would be the best place for this?”

She looked at you pointedly. You nodded.

“Yes, General.” Poe said again as they walked away, leaving you two standing there.

You didn’t say anything for a minute or two but you could feel Poe’s elation; he was seconds away from giggling like a little kid.

“Yes, General.” You mocked, turning to face him with a grin. He laughed breathlessly.

“Shut up.”

And then his hands were on your face and he was kissing you. Again.

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