The Kind Of Love You Only Find Once In A Lifetime - Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N: This whole fic is dedicated to the wonderful @anika-ann because she was the one who reblogged the wartime footage gifs that inspired all this and I promised I'd write it 😉
Summary: After Tony finds some old Wartime footage of Steve, Steve starts reminiscing about his past.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Angst! Flashbacks! Fluff! War Time!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Steve let out a shaky breath as he sat down on the edge of his bed staring at his TV which was still a black screen. He stared at his own reflection seeing his heartbroken expression staring back at him. He was desperate to turn it on and rewatch the footage of you but at this moment he couldn’t bring himself to.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the cuts on his knuckles had clotted and were halfway to fully healed. His body finally took over from his brain as he picked up the remote and turned on the TV ready to watch the footage.
As soon as your face appeared on the screen he let out a watery chuckle as the weight he felt on his chest listed. The rest of the world disappeared around him and it was just you and him, just the way he wanted it to be.
1943
“Do we have any information on where the watchtowers are?” Steve asked as he looked down at the map in front of him.
“Intel says there are here, here and here” Bucky says pointing at the map “but I would expect a couple of unofficial ones here and here”
“Right, what position are you planning to take?” Steve asks looking over at his best friend.
“This position here would offer me the best-” Bucky starts before he gets interrupted by Colonel Phillips walking in with a small group of men and a woman.
“This mission is going to have to be postponed for today gentlemen” Phillips says as he comes to a stop by the table.
Steve’s brows furrow as he looks over at the Colonel “What? Why? This Hydra base is vital, we have to take it down” he argues.
“It can wait for another week, in the meantime, we have a more pressing issue to attend to” Phillips explains, he glances over his shoulder and beckons the woman over “This is Y/N Y/L/N from London, she will be accompanying you on missions recording footage of them for propaganda material”
“No” Steve states crossing his arms over his chest “I am not having a civilian accompanying us on mission”
“Don’t forget your rank Captain, if I say Y/N will be accompanying you, Y/N will be accompanying you” Phillips states fixing Steve with a hard look.
“It’s not safe” Steve argues.
“Hence why the more dangerous missions will be saved for when Y/N will not be accompanying you” Phillips explains.
“Not that I wouldn’t be able to hold my own” you muttered with a small scoff.
Steve glanced over at you for the first time and properly took you in. He could see fight and fire in your eyes as you held his gaze and didn’t baulk. If anything you tilted your chin up and invited him to back down instead.
Steve returned his attention back to Colonel Phillips “What is the new mission” he asked.
“A sweep through a small village in France” Colonel Phillips.
“Fine” Steve huffs turning his attention back to you “I want you to follow my orders exactly, i will not have your death on my hands”
You arched a brow at him “You don’t need to worry about me sir” you state.
Steve held your gaze for a second longer before turning and storming out of the room.
Steve refused to look over at you on the ride to the small French village. Instead, he kept his gaze on the floor as he pretended to go over the plan in his head once more. What he was really doing was resisting the urge to look over at you, and watch as you cleaned and prepped your camera.
“When we get there, I should go on ahead so I can capture you from in front,” you say grabbing his attention.
“No, you stay behind me where it’s safe” Steve states.
“Footage of the back of your head is not as inspiring as the front… people wanna see you’re pretty face” you smirk.
Steve could barely stop the growl that passed through his lips “I am the Captain, I am leading-”
“She can film from inside one of the buildings” Bucky intervenes “She’ll be escorted forward and into position and then will be behind cover should something happen”
Steve looks over at you and watches as you throw him a questioning look, goading him to fight back against it even though it was a perfectly good plan, a good compromise.
“Fine, Buck I want you to escort her forward” Steve relents leaning back.
“Thank you Sergeant Barnes,” you say smiling over at Bucky, a shot of electricity shoots through Steve as you smile at his friend.
Steve’s fist clenched as he looked down at the floor. For years he’s watched girls fawning over Bucky and ignoring him and while it wasn’t fun it never really bothered him. He just got used to it, it was just the way the world worked. But now he hated it. Even though he hated that you were here right now, he wanted that smile aimed at him.
Thankfully a good distraction came along as the truck came to a stop and it was time to get on with the mission “Buck go on ahead with Y/N” Steve orders.
Bucky threw him a small salute before guiding you ahead into the small village. Steve watched the entire time as you and Bucky walked further into the village before disappearing inside one of the buildings. Bucky returned a few seconds later before gesturing that they were good to go.
Steve nods in understanding before looking back at the rest of the howling commandos “Let's get going”
To begin with the mission was going smoothly, they swept through the village finding nothing of concern. However just as they were about to make their way out a rogue Hydra agent appeared and started shooting. Steve shouted for you to take cover as he went to attack but you didn’t instead you stayed exactly where you were and started filming.
Thankfully Steve was able to take down the agent but as soon as he dealt with that he spun on his heel stormed over to you, grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back into a nearby building.
“Hey, what the hell get off me!” you shout trying to pull your arm free of his grasp.
“If I order you to get down you get down! Some stupid footage is not worth your life!” Steve growls as he shoves you back into a wall.
“I had it covered! I was safe!” you argue scowling up at him.
“There was an active shooter! You could have been shot!” Steve shouts.
“I can handle my own” you growl stepping forward and getting in his face “I am not some weak pathetic girl with a camera, I am here to do my job because I am the best person to do it, because I can hold my own” steve let out a small scoff shaking his head “don’t believe me? Fine,” you say suddenly pushing him aside.
Quicker than Steve could react you whipped out a pistol and shot 3 bottles that remained on a shelf in the far corner of the room. Steve blinked as he stared at the shelf and the shattered bottles. The rest of the howling commandos rushed into the building expecting a fight only to find you glaring up at Steve as he stared at the far wall.
“Believe me now?” you state putting away your gun before storming back out of the building towards the jeep.
Silence fell in the room after your exit, Steve cleared his throat a couple of times before looking back at his friends “Back to the jeeps” he ordered.
Most of them leave except for Bucky who just smirked as he shook his head “You really need to get better at talking to girls” he chuckles.
That evening Steve sat stewing in his tent. As soon as they got back to base camp Steve went straight to Colonel Phillips to try and convince him that it was a bad idea having you around and the mission today was the perfect example. However, Phillips was having none of it and already had the next mission planned.
“What is your problem!” you demand as you storm into his tent.
“I have no problem” Steve states refusing to look up at you.
You scoff shaking your head at him “You lie worse than a politician” you state crossing your arms “If you have no problem with me why did Colonel Phillips just tell me how you demanded to have me removed!”
“Because you aren’t needed here! I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re fighting a war here we don’t need to waste time on pointless missions just so you can get some footage!” Steve snaps standing up from his bunk, gesturing to the outside “I am here to do a job! I have wasted enough time prancing around like a circus monkey I do not need to do it here too when I could be saving lives”
You baulked slightly, your eyes scanning his face as you went silent for a moment “I’m not trying to make you a circus monkey” you say calmly, holding your hands up.
“You don’t think setting up shots for the best angle, or going on fake missions constitutes a circus monkey” Steve scoffs shaking his head.
“No, I think I’m capturing hope” you say your voice still calm, although the edge of frustration was bleeding back in.
“Hope? How is this hope? This is war” Steve states.
You take a deep breath closing your eyes for a moment before finding his cool gaze once more “Look, I don’t know how aware you are of the morale back in the United Kingdom, but it’s pretty poor” you state “my people are getting bombed nightly, they had to send their kids away so they were safe, they live on rations, they see posters that just tell them to keep calm and carry on but how the bloody hell are we supposed to do that when this war has gone on for four years!” Steve blinks in surprise as emotion fills your voice and eyes.
“Y/N” Steve muttered quietly.
“You have invigorated the small shred of hope that we have, knowing that we have this super soldier on our side gives up hope, you give us hope!” you shout pointing at him hard in the chest “So I’m sorry if you don’t enjoy having a camera shoved in your face, but I don’t like watching my people, my family, so close to breaking point and if shoving a camera gives them some hope that maybe this war will be over soon then you will be bloody damn sure that I will do it!”
Silence fell for a moment, the only noise being your shuddered breathing. Steve stared down at you, even with tears rolling down your cheeks you refused to back down, to drop your gaze from his. Steve takes a small step forward, your breathing hitched as he did so, but you still didn’t back down. Instead, your expression turned to one of surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace.
“I’m sorry” he whispered.
You let out a shuddering breath as you sunk into his embrace allowing Steve to hug you tighter “If it helps it wasn’t personal” Steve says quietly earning a small snort of laughter from you “I just…. I didn’t see the bigger picture”
You pulled away enough to wipe away your tears “I know, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like a circus monkey, it was never my intention” you say shaking your head.
“I know…” Steve sighs before holding out his hand “Truce?”
A smile pulls at the corner of your lips “Truce”
From that day onwards Steve built a good rapport with you, he would even go as far as saying you were a close friend. In fact, to say that would be a lie because the way Steve felt with you was something completely new and addictive. He wanted to spend every moment he could with you, he wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh because it was his favourite sound.
Some evenings he’d spend his time with you in your tent, he’d listen as you told him about what you dreamed of doing once the war was over. How you wanted to become the best cinematographer in the business. You’d ask him what he’d do but he never really had an answer, the closest he came was something to do with art.
You’d show him how to use your camera and he’d then spend every opportunity he could filming you instead. He wanted to capture your smile, your laughter, you’d try and push the camera away but he was nothing but persistent. He’d tell you that you looked good in front of the camera too, maybe it was his way of telling you how pretty you were when he was still too scared to do it.
He was too scared to admit how much of his life and heart you occupied. He was so scared that he didn’t think he’d ever admit it to you. However, the universe worked in mysterious ways and clearly the universe wanted Steve to admit his feelings and did so by creating a surprise attack on the next mission.
Steve had felt off about the mission before it even started, it felt like the universe was holding its breath. It put Steve on edge and maybe that edge was what helped him spring into action when he needed to. He trusted you to handle yourself and you had proved time and time again however that didn’t stop him from stepping in when you did need his help. Not that you would admit it and you didn’t, in fact, you snapped at him telling him that you had it covered.
Steve didn’t believe you though, so that evening he made sure to seek you out and make sure you were okay. He found you in your tent, your back facing the entrance but he could tell by your slumped shoulders that you were not okay.
“Y/N,” he said softly as he made his way over to sit beside you.
“I’m fine” you whispered, quietly sniffling.
“It’s okay if you’re not” Steve said putting a hand on your shoulder.
“I… I just…” you stutter before letting out a long sigh “I would have died today if it wasn’t for you” you admit quietly.
Steve lets out a long sigh as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer “I never would have let anything happen to you”
“I know… it’s still scary you know… I mean, we’re good now but would it have been the same before?” you ask him.
“Yeah, even when you infuriated me I wouldn’t have let anything happen, not just because it's my job, but because it's you,” Steve says softly “Even then I knew you were incredible, I wanted you to smile at me instead of Bucky, I… the way I feel has only gotten stronger”
“Steve… I…” you whisper looking up at him with wide eyes “I really like you too”
A wide smile grows on Steve’s face as he gently cups your cheek and leans in. The kiss was soft in nature but it felt like fireworks, the whole world faded away into a blur and the only thing that existed was him and you. The magnetic force he’d felt all this time was at his peak now and he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to, his hand moved into your hair as he pulled you closer. His honour as a gentleman was the only thing that stopped him from taking it any further.
“I want to take you out somewhere, a real, proper date, I want to do this right” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against you.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed we’re kind of at war at the moment” you point out making Steve laugh as he kisses you once more.
“Trust me I noticed, but you deserve the best and I’m willing to wait if you are” he says.
“I can wait” you smile softly “I don’t have to wait to kiss you again though do I?” you add as your lips twist into a smirk.
“No, I would be insane to say that” Steve grins as he pulls you closer once more and kisses you as deeply as he’d dare go.
2012
Steve hated hindsight. He hated how crystal clear it was. As he hit replay in the footage of you he hated how he knew he’d never see or hear that laughter again. He hated that he now knew he never got the chance to take you on that date, to tell you that he loved you, he hated that plane from taking him away from you, he hated himself.
There was only one thing he knew, and that was if someone told him they’d invented a time machine. He wouldn’t hesitate to jump right in and go home to you.
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Poe Dameron x Fem Twi'lek!Reader
Summary:
On a solo job to Ryloth to pickup a shipment for The Resistance, Poe runs into an unexpected hiccup. With his only transport damaged and BB-8 offline, Poe is forced to stash his cargo and venture out into the harsh Rylothian landscape, where he finds you. Or, more accurately... you find him.
TW/CW: Near death, infection, fever, dehydration, fluff, Poe is a disaster pansexual idiot, BB-8 is his son fight me. Bugs!!! Big!!! Bugs!!! Strip poker (technically), everybody checks everyone out, but nothing explicit happens.
A/N: It's about time I wrote something for Poe! I can finally do the idea I had now that I thought up a plot! This fic takes place before The Force Awakens! (I hope you guys like the reference I put in there! Dun dun duuuun!)
And like, I just wanted an excuse to show Leia being the "team mom".
Asdfghjkl god this is a long-winded one but I didn't wanna break it up into parts; and the ending feels a bit lacking, but i loved writing it.
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It was supposed to be a routine supply run for some extra credits for the Resistance.
Go to the location, pick up the package from the dead drop, bring it to his ship, and go deliver it to his contact for payment, then come on home.
What he didn't anticipate? Was the pack of gutkurr that ambushed he and BB-8, his droid companion after they spent almost a full day digging up the concealed cache.
The large carnivorous insects ambushed them on the way out of a rocky canyon bend, jumping from the well-camouflaged crevices they concealed themselves in and onto the speeder he'd paid next to nothing for.
It was a junker, for sure, but the fuel cells and thrusters were good enough to do the trip he needed it for. He wouldn't be able to fit his ship into these narrow twists and turns even if he tried.
Maybe if he had his X-Wing, but that would have been too high-profile for this run, which is why he had to settle for a simple, tiny cargo freighter.
But while on the ground he needed something more maneuverable. Hence that kriffing speeder.
As soon as one of the gutkurr landed on the hood, the thin metal folded in, the inner workings of the speeder sputtering and erupting into smoke as the sickle-like claws of the creature dug into the metal for better security as it snapped its jaws in Poe's direction.
He had to bob and tip away and try to see around the animal, while BB-8 shocked it if it got too close to Poe. Always his best sidekick, that droid was his partner in crime.
But try as the little droid might, he just was no match when the speedier just died, unable to take the strain anymore as the electrical system short-circuited and send sparks of light arcing every which way, sending the droid's head spinning with a high pitched "beep-wheeeeep!" before completely stilling.
The nose of the speeder was forced down, digging a gouge of dry craggy soil until it pitched forward because of the sheer weight in the front from Poe, the gutkurr, and the cases of cargo strapped to the sides.
Poe was sent flying through the air, just narrowly dodging the snapping maw of the gutkurr as it rolled back to its feet, a piece of jagged metal jabbing into its flesh where the natural armor plating had gapped.
Poe spun around, both blasters drawn as the rest of the pack caught up, salivating at the prospect of a fresh meal.
A big, handsome, juicy one, if Poe actually had to brag about it.
He'd tried to fire at them, but his blaster bolts simply bounced right off their thick carapaces.
Kriff.
He fired again, and once more the red bolts fizzed off the shells and into the canyon walls, sending shards of chalky rock and dust raining down on them.
"Kriff!"
There were three of them.
Three of them versus one of him. It may have been a bit more even had BB-8 not been fried by the overload to his system, but right now it was down to just what little he had on him to fight. And it wasn't much. He had a few grenades... but were they enough to get through their carapaces when his blaster couldn't?
The creatures all hissed as they slowly advanced on him, snapping their maws and growling deeply to intimidate him into turning and running away, just so they could strike at him from behind.
Poe was reckless, but not stupid.
Okay, well maybe there was that one time on Corellia, but--
He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly put one foot in after the other, backing away as carefully as possible with no sudden movements.
"Okay, buglies... Easy, there..." Poe said gently to them, his dark eyes darting around frantically for an out.
Firing his blasters was pointless, it bounced right off the ugly shells--
Wait.
His eyes quickly raked up the sides of the craggy rocks towering on either side of them. Maybe...
Ah... screw it.
Poe backed further from the speeder, leading the nasties away from his downed speeder and best pal.
If he timed it right... Then maybe he could pull this trick off.
"Come on, that's it... come get a nice juicy bite of some Dameron steak..." He continued to talk to himself as his hand slowly lowered his other blaster, letting it hang loosely from the worn leather strap. His fingers deftly found their way to the round objects in one of the pockets of his belt and he pulled one out, his thumb flicking the arming switch.
His feet moved beneath him in a blur.
In a second he was able to toss a grenade at the feet of one of the gutkurr, the creatures snarling and hissing at the object before it detonated, sending shards up through the softer shell of the underbelly through one of them, killing the creature with a thunderous boom and crack as the carapace gave way beneath the force of the explosion.
Poe had thrown himself backwards as the explosion tossed one of the remaining two insectoids against the canyon wall, disorienting it as the other lunged for Poe, snatching his leg between his jaws and crunching down.
Either the gutkurr didn't intend to rip his leg off or it was knocked off its senses by the blast, he didn't know. The searing pain as the animal's fangs shredded through his leather boot and ripped into his skin, sending hot gushes of bright red blood out onto the yellowish sand below.
Poe cried out, gritting his teeth and blinking back tears as he raised his blaster again, this time pressing the barrel straight against the eye of the beast; the white-hot bolt burning right through to the brain, killing it with a double-tap of the trigger.
Once it slumped to the side, Poe scrambled away once more, grabbing another grenade from his pouch and tossing it to the last surviving gutkurr.
He rolled into his side and covered his head as it detonated, sending chunks of rock crumbling from the canyon walls, falling and crushing the gutkurr beneath the weight of the stones.
Once the dust cleared, Poe laid back in the sand and heaved heavy breaths, sweat soaking his clothes as the adrenaline coursed through his body.
He managed to force himself to his feet and hobble back to his crashed speeder. His first action was to pull BB-8 free from the socket and proceed to check him over.
Upon seeing the scorch marks, Poe's brows pinched up and his heart fluttered.
"Oh, buddy..." He breathed as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to what would be the spherical droid's face.
"Don't worry," He promised. "I'll get us out of here. And then... we're getting the hell off of Ryloth."
Poe carefully set his droid pal to the side and began scrambling for his medical kit.
When he found the busted metal tin, he cringed when he saw the contents. One singular bacta patch and a bunch of bandages.
Seriously? What had he been thinking! The General told him he needed to keep a fully stocked kit on him, but did he listen? Noooooo.
"C'mon, General. It's me." Poe grinned at her. "How often do I get shot?"
She pursed her slightly wrinkled lips and crossed her arms, her brow quirking upwards skeptically, her bright beautiful brown eyes locking with his own.
"Do you want me to count on both hands or use my toes, too? Because I'd still run out if I tried to count."
Damn, the woman had been right. Again. He had half a mind to wonder if she didn't see a vision of him getting shot before this run, and reminded him solely because of that.
He read in a holo once that Jedi could use the Force to heal wounds, and he was currently fresh out of Jedi.
The throb in his leg sent fresh tears surging up to dew on the edges of his eyelashes as he dropped down.
Taking a piece of the cargo mounting that had broken off during the crash, Poe used his knife in his other boot to slice the remainders of his pants leg away and carefully toe'd the boot off his foot so he could better assess the damage.
And yeah, it was bad. He needed a medical droid or some kinda doctor, fast. With how bad the lacerations to the flesh and muscle, infection would be a death sentence. From a simple glance, even he could tell his tibial and fibular arteries weren't damaged (thank the Force) because of the gaps that were between the gutkurr's fangs.
But the force of the bite alone at least fractured his tibia, maybe even broke his ankle.
Kriff.
Poe ripped the foil packet containing the pitifully tiny bacta patch and pressed it down over the biggest hole in his leg.
Hell, if it couldn't fix it all, it was better it fix some than none.
He winced as the cold gel touched the open wound, and rifling through the kit once more provided him with some much-needed sterile gauze. No antibacterial gel however, so the risk of infection was still there. Especially from the saliva of that nasty critter alone.
"Beggars can't be choosers, Poe..." He grunted to himself as he broke another loose piece of metal from the cargo mounting and lined them both up, struggling to wrap them as tight as possible on either side of his leg so he could make a field splint.
He gripped the sides of his speeder and groaned as he felt his adrenaline wane as he looked at the wreckage.
Well... now he had another problem.
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By another graced miracle, Poe was able to create a sled that he was able to drop the crates of cargo onto, as well as his precious droid friend.
After he stashed and concealed the cargo in a small cave, Poe took stock of what little provisions he had, which consisted of some pre-packaged meals and two or three water capsules.
Barely enough to survive long; but, he remembered the way out of the canyon. There was a forest or a jungle on the fringes of the desert, not far from where he'd come in... Maybe he'd have a better chance of surviving. Maybe...
Poe talked to BB-8 as he dragged the offline droid behind him on the sled, murmuring stupid jokes and ideas about the shenanigans they'd get up to once they were home free. And about the ear-bending lectures the General would give him.
He realized though, after two days, that he was hopelessly, terribly lost. His water was running low, his food rations were okay because of the portions he limited himself to, but once the fever set in, the logical side of Poe's brain told him he was going to die an inglorious death in the middle of nowhere, thanks to a bum leg and a bacta patch that did a piss poor job.
Poe kept going until he lost track of time, walking on and on until he collapsed, face first into his own tracks, shortly lamenting his own life choices as he drifted from the conscious world.
Man, did the universe have a twisted sense of kriffing humor.
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It was a simple day for you. You were on your way back from picking clean a crashed Republic-Era ship for parts to bring back home to improve some of your farming equipment. Maybe you could catch some spare credits to stash in your emergency pouch beneath the floorboards in your bedroom.
Your blurrg, Kari, crooned deeply as she pawed at the rocky sand with her stumpy legs. You sighed, adjusting your sun visor back down to shield your eyes from the harsh light of your homeworld's star. It was an unusually clear day for this time of year, and the sun was especially unforgiving. You couldn't wait to get into the safety of the treeline and back to your meager little farm in the forest.
"C'mon, Kari. The sooner we can get home, the sooner I can get this cart off you." You say, leaning down to pat her, one of your lekku falling over your shoulder to dangle down, the tip curling slightly.
Sometimes you envied how humans could cut their hair, but if you cut your lekku, you were as good as handicapped, with how sensitive yours were to touch. Yeah, your head-tails were longer than average, and irritating, but hey, they were yours.
The sun gleamed off your sweat-soaked skin beneath your fatigues as you nudged Kari with your heel in the stirrup to get her to continue moving.
But once again, the stubborn she-beast refused to move, rumbling deeply in protest as she shook her stubby little head.
You grit your teeth and squint against the harsh sun, and that's when you see it. Your other animal companion, a can-cell, Cviki, circling overhead, his iridescent wings fluttering against the updrafts, the sun glimmering off his bright blue-green carapace as he made another aerial pass.
You frowned. There should be nothing in that canyon except the roving pack of scavenging gutkurr you have long known to avoid. Growing up in Ryloth, you knew Twi'leks were tasty snacks for the large insectoids. So why was Cviki circling like something interesting was there? There couldn't possibly be people, even the smartest smugglers knew it was dangerous in those canyons, all the locals avoided them with good reason.
You click your tongue and jerk the reins, "Alright, ma sareen. We'll go see what has you both so interested."
You bring your fingers to your lips and make a high-pitched whistle. The tune Cviki understood as "I'm coming, be careful" since you'd raised him from a larvae.
Maybe whatever was in the canyon was worth some credits in salvage?
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You carefully marked your path into the narrow canyon as Cviki led you from above, knowing full well not marking your trail was a death wish to the unprepared.
But you were anything but unprepared.
Your lekku flopping in the breeze as Kari galloped through and in-between the canyon walls, you make an audible gasp as you yank the reins on Kari's harness, squeezing your feet instinctively in a command to stop.
A crashed speeder of some sort (honestly it probably looked better in the ground than when it was running) and the rotting corpses of three gutkurr lay in the craggy soil, smaller scavengers already hard at work picking the remains clean.
Living gutkurr smelled bad enough, but their dessicated corpses were horrible.
You dismounted Kari, patting her flank as you walked by, pulling your long blaster rifle from its sling low on your hips as you carefully walked around the wreckage, poking the twisted metal with the barrel of your rifle just in case.
Upon further inspection, you see nothing of value. Not even the droid that was surely busted judging from the scorch marks in the docking port.
Damn shame. A droid was just the thing you were missing to help out on your farm. Parts from whatever droid had been docked there really would have helped finish up the one you had in pieces back in your workshop.
Oh, well...
You kept looking around, noting that there was not only no sign of a droid, but no sign of the pilot of the speeder. You shoulder your rifle again and kneel down, touching the soul with your fingertips as you study the boot prints that had almost been fully covered by the drifting sands.
"Ah, hells." You mutter as you stand. Some poor fool had been sent on a fool's errand by some smuggler.
You turn, pushing your other lekku back over your shoulder as you whistle for Kari to approach. Cviki had stopped his flying to stick to one of the rocky walls, chittering down at you curiously.
You snap your fingers as you mount your blurrg once again, and whistle sharply at Cviki.
"Wachamio!" You shout up at him in Ryl, pointing down the canyon. "Let's go see if that poor sod is still breathing!"
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Yeah, he was breathing all right. Breathing and feverish. Hell, when you caught up to Cviki you had to swat at his beak when he picked up the human man's uninjured leg in his mouth and tugged, playfully trying to see if he would play.
Yeah... he was the guy who fought those gutkurr, all right. He got damned lucky.
"Oh, kriff." You sighed, kneeling next to him as he weakly swatted at you, his eyes dry and crusted closed. You could tell by the sweat and mucus that he was battling an infection, most likely from the deep injury to his leg. He probably got bit by that gutkurr; everyone knew to immediately disinfect any bites--if you survived an encounter with a gutkurr that is--because of the bacteria that lived in gutkurr saliva. It was a death sentence to anyone without proper medical supplies.
And when you'd looked inside of the medical kit at the wreckage, you could see he had none.
'Equal parts desperate and lucky.' You think to yourself as you effortlessly (and gently) wipe the crust from his eyes.
"Nu nala quin-nala wilo?" You ask him.
"Whuh--?" He rasped, his lips cracked and split from dehydration.
You roll your eyes with slight exasperation. The man was delirious, of course he wouldn't be able to understand you right now. And, for all you knew, he couldn't even speak Ryl.
"I'm going. To help. Youuuuu." You emphasize slowly and loudly in Basic as his head rolls around and he mumbles incoherently.
"Ugh, you better be worth it." You grunt, whistling for Kari to come closer so the cart was next to you.
Kriff, that man was all dead weight, you felt your muscles strain as you dragged him onto the cart that was still hooked to Kari. You had to shove your meager salvage off to the side to make room for him and his little BB-model astromech.
At least it wasn't a total bust, if this guy died, maybe you could get his droid back up and running to work for you. But those were thoughts for later.
Right now you had some dumb human to lug back home and try to save.
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Ugh... The only thing Poe knew was that he hurt. He hurt worse than that time he was tackled by that besalisk in that one cantina...
A drunken dare, mind you, but he still got flattened by the man's weight alone. There was still probably a dent in that cantina wall to this very day.
His head pounded, but he managed to drag his eyes open and force himself up with his palms.
His muscles ached and his skin hurt. He was shirtless and dressed down all the way to his undergarments.
Poe dropped back onto the bed he was resting on. It was comfortable, very much so; much more than the bunks on the ships and in the barracks he'd been hopping to and from the past few years.
So someone had saved his stupid kriffing ass, but he couldn't remember anything concrete.
He dropped his hand onto his forehead, the skin on his body peeling and flaking away as the sunburn healed; thinking back hard.
The last thing he remembered was his vision clearing somewhat, and then a bright light.
Wait...
He remembered a voice. A woman's voice, talking in a language he wasn't sure he was familiar with.
"Man... must've been an angel..." He chuckled sardonically, his voice cracked and throat dry.
Poe winced and looked to the bedside, seeing a glass of water next to him on the small table. Instinctively, he grabbed it and chugged it faster than a pint of cheap weequay beer.
By the Force, it felt amazing to finally have something wet his parched throat.
He turned his head when he heard whirring and a rolling sound approach the room, and a grin broke out on his face as the curtain was pushed open and a certain round little astromech rolled into the room with him.
"Aw, I knew I'd recognize the sound of those servos anywhere! BB! C'mere, you little--" He grunted, rolling off the bed and biting hit bottom lip as his injured leg hit the wooden floor.
BB-8 made several high pitched beeps and whirs in a chastising manner.
"I know, I know, but c'mere, you little cannonball!" Poe laughed through the pain, wrapping his thick arms around the round little droid as he trilled happily at his companion's better spirits.
BB-8 chirped and beeped again.
"Oh, my leg? It hurts like hell, where are we?" Poe asked, looking around. This was clearly somebody's bedroom, in some kind of small, prefab house that had been patched many times over. Probably purchased at a scrap yard. Hah. Like that kriffing speeder he wasted his credits on.
BB-8 whirred as he rolled about the room, making various noises as he explained to his human friend the situation.
"An infection?" His thick brows shot up. "Damn. Please tell me I looked beautiful when I went down?"
BB-8 stopped dead in his tracks, and the only part of him that moved was his head, and he made a few beeps.
"Okay yeah I knew you were out, it was rhetorical. Who do you think dragged you through that canyon?" Poe sighed, shaking his head, his sweaty curls dangling.
BB-8 tweeted in reply.
"A woman? Wait, so I wasn't hallucinating that part?" Poe blinked at the tiny droid as he wheeled his way up to him once more, bumping into him a few times affectionately.
"Okay, yeah, I get it. I owe the lady. Definitely owe her if she fixed you up, little buddy." Poe smiled warmly, patting the droid's chassis sweetly.
He was so caught up in the reunion with his partner that he almost jumped out of his skin when heavy bootsteps halted in the doorway and the curtain was pulled back, revealing... you.
Hot, gorgeous, sweaty and badass you. You were covered in grime and dirt from working the field you had and fixing your tiller that had crapped out on you. Hot damn, you were probably the hottest Twi'lek he'd ever seen, even your head-tails looked absolutely luscious.
You had initially sent BB-8 inside to fetch a tool, and when he hadn't returned you came inside to see why.
You tugged off your rawhide gloves and leaned in the doorway, smirking at the human as you shoved your gloves into the waistband of your pulled-down coveralls.
'C'mon Poe, put on the charm...' He chastised himself.
He cleared his throat and gave you his best debonair smile along with his signature quirked brow and squinted eyes; the smile that had won him the companionship from many women (and guys and others in-between) throughout the galaxy.
But he couldn't fathom the fact that he looked positively pathetic with a kriffed up leg, lying half-naked on your bedroom floor.
That is... until you broke out laughing, and BB-8 spun in a circle, joining in on your revelry at his attempt at flirtation.
Poe sighed deeply, dropping his cocky expression. "Eh, so... Uh... you're the lady who I remember from the canyon, right?"
You nod, your lekku quivering from within the soft leather quiver you'd bound them in, "Yana."
Poe blinked up at you. You did speak Basic just then, right? His hearing just messed up for a second? Right...
"So, on behalf of... well, me and my little friend here, thank you for saving us!" He grins awkwardly. "What's your name, miss..?"
You smirk again and utter something, your name, perhaps? And then ask, "Zul nala z'rate nala quora?"
BB-8 speaks to you for Poe when he doesn't answer, merely giving you a concerned look as he began to fear he was stuck with a woman who didn't speak Basic. He really needs to brush up on his xeno-linguistics...
You click your tongue and shake your head, "Su'un na, mesh'e yahte." You roll your eyes and tip your head to the side and tell him your name, this time clearly.
"Oh, man, am I happy you can understand me." Poe grinned. "Uh... Can you... help me off the floor? Please?"
"Yahte." You sigh deeply, walking over to him.
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The man you'd saved was someone called "Poe Dameron" a supposed "master pilot" for some "resistance". When Poe mentioned your skills as a medic and your ability to patch droids, he even hurled the suggestion to you that you join up.
You refused.
"What? Why?" Poe asked incredulously, setting his fork down on your tiny table as you both picked at your humble meal.
"Because I saw enough fighting when the Empire remnants sacked my hometown when I was a small child. They did it out of sheer spite for General Syndulla's role in the destruction of the last Death Star. I lost both of my parents, I lost my grandmother. If it wasn't for Numa saving me from the rubble I would have had nothing." You say, your lekku trembling at the memory of your home being blasted to smithereens.
Poe wilted. The two of you were close in age, the two of you were young enough and old enough to remember the Death Star, the war, the people you loved...
And, yeah, he understood your reasoning. Why get swallowed up by the war that devoured your family in front of you, when you can be a hermit, farming healing herbs and delivering produce and salted meats to one of the smaller towns further north?
"Okay... I'm sorry." Poe said, his eyes downcast as his own sour memories played back in his mind.
"No, no..." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I shouldn't have blown up on you like that. Kriff, I swear, living in the woods shortens my temper."
Poe smiled at you and stretched out his leg beneath the table, the brace you'd rigged up for him squeaking as he bent his knee.
"How's the leg?" You pipe in.
"Oh, it's definitely better. Whatever kinda magic plants you got, they're certainly doing the trick!" Poe grinned at you.
"It's not magic. It's just natural medicine." You waved your fork at him. "And don't forget, you owe me for using half my stash of bacta to help fix your leg. You still got a few weeks to pay off that debt to me, Mor'ski."
Poe held up his hands innocently, grinning sideways at you. "Heyyy... I'm a man of my word! And the deadline on that shipment is... Well it technically doesn't have one."
"Did you ever think that it didn't have one because your contact knew sending people into those canyons was a death sentence? Because they knew odds of one person surviving in that canyon were like, maybe 2 to 20?" You snort. "Sounds to me that the people who hired you have been feeding people to the gutkurrs until somebody could finally nab that cache."
Poe blinked and you could easily tell that the thought had never crossed his mind.
Yahte.
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"Careful, Mor'ski." You snort, leaning on the fence as Kari bucks Poe off her saddle once again; before shuffling on to drink from her trough. BB-8 makes loud beeping and trilling as he spins in a circle, enjoying some humor at Poe's expense.
"Ugh!" Poe groaned.
Kari huffed and made a short bellow, trotting back around to nudge Poe with her flat snout.
Poe pats her as he sits up, "Okay, you like me but not enough for me to ride you? I mean I knew my charm worked on the ladies, but c'mon, I can't even stay on you for five seconds!"
"That's because I've raised her almost directly from birth, Poe." You grin victoriously before clicking your teeth, uttering a few words in Ryl before Kari abandons Poe altogether to rush up to you for affection.
"That's it, ma sareen." You coo at her.
"Uhh!" Poe scoffs as he stands up, dusting off the old worn pants you'd loaned him, his leg brace creaking as he walked over to you.
The damage Poe had sustained to his leg from the gutkurr was bad. Bad enough that even your small stash of bacta patches (some of which were probably past their best by date...) couldn't heal all the damage or regenerate properly. Or perhaps it was from the bacteria eating away at his flesh when you found him. You weren't sure, but the man would walk with a slight gait for the rest of his life.
But of course, knowing Poe, he would use it to his advantage just to cock his hips out to get some attention.
You were almost gonna miss that idiot when he was well enough to leave, and his cute little droid, too. It was nice to have company after so long alone.
"Well what about him?" Poe asked, pointing to Cviki, who had just plucked a fruit from a nearby tree and ate it messily. "I bet I could ride him!"
You laugh and smack your thigh, "Oh, be my guest! But remember, Mor'ski: Cviki is a can-cell. Not a fighter. If he decides he doesn't want you in the pilot seat anymore..."
Poe swallowed a bit nervously.
Maybe he should stick with the blurrg.
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Three weeks had gone by, and you knew Poe leaving was inevitable. He had finally done away with the leg brace and you inspected his healing leg. It was coming along nicely. It would scar, for sure, but he'd be able to walk.
And you were right, before. He did walk with a gait, one he carried with confidence in combination with that aggravatingly handsome smirk of his.
Could this man find a dark side in anything? Other than the First Order? You doubted it, he seemed good at turning bad situations around.
And oh, you would miss listening to Poe dote on that cute little astromech, BB-8. He was like a father doting on his infant child. You even caught him scooping him up and carrying him if BB-8 couldn't flawlessly roll over something (though BB probably pretended he couldn't just to be picked up by Poe).
It's a wonder that droid got anything done at all! You remember when you first brought him online and he assumed you were some nefarious individual who had hurt his pilot and friend.
It wasn't until you physically brought the astromech in to see the unconscious and feverish Poe to earn that little droid's trust. With BB-8's know-how, you were able to fix a few systems in your own defunct protocol droid that you honestly assumed you'd have to fully replace, making it that much cheaper to get the old droid up and running. Once they left, anyway. You weren't in a rush to have the help anymore. You liked having Poe around, his stupid snarky comments and weird giggle of his...
And you'd be lying if you didn't catch yourself staring, sometimes, too when he was working on helping with your monthly harvest.
He was skinny from lack of decent rations, when you brought him in, but after being with you for a few weeks, getting a proper diet and food in him, he bulked up.
He was muscular, sure, but not that almost scarily-defined tone so many found attractive. Poe's figure had softened out around his muscles, giving his belly a slight pooch and the dimples on his back to become more prominent. The softness was certainly appealing...
He looked handsome healthy.
Why did you just think that? Why did you just--
Your hands stopped as you tied down your equipment for the coming storm system that was approaching from the north, and you looked up to observe Poe for a moment.
Poe was busy helping cover your younger plants so they could survive the tough winds. He'd even helped corral Cviki into his créche so he wouldn't get injured. As thick as his carapace was, all it would take was one piece of debris to shred his wings and he could risk being permanently grounded.
Cviki seemed to socialize with Poe rather well, chittering and purring when Poe would pat his bulbous head, his wings fluttering curiously and excitedly when Poe would launch a small branch in the air for him to fetch and bring back.
Poe was a masterful pilot--if his words were to be believed--but something inside you told him he was also suited for a calmer life. Like yours, running a farm, taking care of the animals; not fighting in a near-pointless cycle you couldn't understand.
But, it was his choice to make, and his life to live. And nobody in the galaxy could take it from him.
But little did you know, that you were already tempting him to...
You rushed then, to tighten the wenches on the equipment bindings as Poe covered the fresh plants, grunting as the wind tousled his hair into his face and struggled to get the tarps down.
You look up at the sky and frown when the angry and flashing storm clouds approach faster than anticipated. It could be a short, fast-moving storm, that was the hope.
But you were worried. If the clouds began to circle...
At least you had a cellar.
"Poe! Come on! The plants are covered!" You wince when a small twig is caught in the wind and smacks into one of your lekku as the wind pushes them about. You forgot to wear your sheath today and were paying for it.
"You sure?" He called out to you.
"Yeah! Trust me, I'm sure! Now we need to get inside before the main storm hits!" You wave your hand. "Wachamio!"
Poe took the spare second to slam the mallet down on the stake for one last measure, before hopping to his feet, BB-8 chirping and tweeting from the threshold of your door, urging you both to hurry up.
Once inside, you quickly spin around and use the metal bar and slot it into place so the door wouldn't blow inwards on you; all your windows had been properly covered and locked with the metal panels so they wouldn't get blown in as well.
Not one moment later, you begin to hear the first fat raindrops pelt the walls and roof of your home from outside, deep rolling thunder announcing the arrival.
"Well, uh... You ever play sabacc?" Poe grinned awkwardly, and you slowly grinned.
BB-8 made a sound that could be universally translated in any language as: "I've got a bad feeling about this."
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It was just downright unfair. Clearly the universe did not favor him, or his hands at this sabacc game...
He was down to his socks and underwear while you were confidently sitting across the table, the only things missing from your outfit was your shirt, leaving you in your breastband only from the waist up, showing off the small scars and loosely defined muscles from your hard-working lifestyle poking through the light softness of your body.
You lean in as you see him begin to sweat, frowning at the cards in his hand. You'd both agreed on a simple game of sabacc, but because there were no credits to be put in the pot, you both settled on your clothes as the storm waxed and waned outside, rattling the walls and making his ears pop. He wondered how the sensitive little cones that were your sensory organs felt in the storm. Could ear-cones pop? It was a thought for another time.
"What's the matter, Mor'ski?" You rest your chin in your palm, grinning like a firaxan shark.
"...Afraid you can't bring much to the table?"
Oh, that was a low blow. He could feel the blush rise in his neck as his face heated up.
"Hah! Please, I doubt you could handle aaaallll this." Poe sputtered as he leaned back and huffed, forcing his confident demeanor back to the surface.
"Oh, I d'nno... I've probably handled farming equipment that was bigger." You toss back, moving a fresh pick between your lips and teeth as you boredly thumb through your cards.
"...Okay now you're just being mean."
"Hmm..." You look back up at him, a cold smile on your soft-looking lips. Poe felt a cold shiver creep up his spine when you looked at him.
And it was even worse when you flattened your cards on the table.
"Pure sabacc."
"Kriff!" Poe groaned, slapping his own bad hand on the table and pushing his hand through his curls.
"Oh, come on! I'm down to my skivvies, here!" He whined.
"Oh, I know." You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him and your lekku curl upwards a bit. "I'm not planning on making you completely strip. I'm feeling merciful..." You purred.
"...What are you planning?"
"The storm's let up a bit for now..." You hum casually, tapping your fingers on the top of your worn wooden table.
Poe blinked at you, his eyebrows raised up on his forehead. "No way..."
"One solid minute." You say, sticking your finger up. "Run around in the rain for one solid minute."
"Oh, come on!" Poe groaned, slapping his fist on the table.
BB-8 chirped and spun in a circle, almost laughing.
"Oh, whose side are you on?!" Poe glared at the droid with a scowl.
BB-8 whistled and wheeled over to your side, beeping and whirring in reply, making you grin even wider.
"You said you're a man of your word, Dameron..." You chuckle.
"....Agh! Kriff, why are women like this?!" Poe groaned, scrambling his hands through his raven curls.
"A bet's a bet..."
"Fine!" Poe scoffed, shooting to his feet and marching over to the front door, where your boots both lay.
He grumbled under his breath the whole time as he shoved his feet into them. Ah, well, at least the view from behind was nice...
You bite your lip as he pulls the metal bar free and the door rattles from the sudden gust of wind. Poe grabs the latch and it takes most of his strength to keep it from swinging open.
Oh, the moment he darted out into the freezing rain was glorious. The yelp he made as the first freezing drops made contact with his skin had you squirming and cackling madly as you clapped your hands and stamped your feet excitedly, BB-8 spinning in place and tweeting loudly.
He ran in a circle with his arms held out wide, shouting expletives the whole time as bumps erupted all over his body as his boots squished in the mud.
Once the minute was over with, Poe scurried back inside, soaked to the bone and shivering, his teeth chattering as he looked at you.
"Happy...?" Poe grunted.
"Very much so." You giggle girlishly.
"Good because I'm never playing sabacc with you again."
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You both sat on the fence, watching as Kari ate from her feed trough, bellowing in between bites, her thick tail swaying as she eats.
"So..." Poe began.
"Hm?" You mused, spitting the weed from between your teeth.
"I still have that cache hidden in the canyon... I mean, I know you've already helped me out and everything but..."
You quirk your brow inquisitively. "You want me to help you transport it to the spaceport."
"...Well. Okay, I mean... Eh. Yeah..?" He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't have a mode of transportation or anything, and... I can give you a cut?"
You slowly look at him, blinking. "You'd pay me to help?"
"Yeah! I don't see why not... Plus it'll help pay back and replace the bacta patches I used... Might help pay for parts for that droid of yours..."
Your teeth gnaw at the inside of your cheek, thinking hard as you look down at the mud. He made some good points... He has no ride, he still needs those credits or his near death would have been for nothing...
And those credits really could help you out.
"Okay, Mor'ski. I'm in." You reply, slapping your palm into his.
Poe grinned and gave your hand a firm tug.
"Knew you would be, doll. Now let's get to it."
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You watched as Poe slid the last crate into the cart next to BB-8, fastening them down with wench straps so nothing moved. There had been no sign of gutkurrs since the two of you returned to the canyon, but that's also probably from the musk bombs you made to irritate their sense of smell.
Maybe if he'd hired a local guide through the canyons he wouldn't have gotten so screwed in the first place.
But if he did, he wouldn't have met you.
Hindsight is... well. A funny thing when you think about it.
"Do you even know what's in those crates?" You ask him as you mount Kari's saddle.
"Eh... no." Poe cringed.
"Did you ever think to check??" You frown at him.
Poe's gloved hands pat the crate in front of him, and even BB-8 whirs curiously.
"Ryloth is known for its spice production, Poe..." You sigh softly. "Interspace gangs like to use it for drugs, remember?"
"Yeah..." He said, gnawing on his bottom lip.
Screw it.
He popped the latches and peeked into the crate.
There were different objects, all bearing the sigil of the old Empire. Poe felt his blood run cold as he tossed the lid completely open, and began rifling through it.
Several objects had the Empire logo scratched out, some had them painted over. It was clear this cache no longer belonged to them, but...
"What is it?" You ask him.
"...A bunch of old Empire junk. The weapons are pretty much useless, their cells are drained. There's a few other things in here, but... They look like they'd only be useful to a damn collector than anybody of importance." Poe said, his body relaxed slightly. Nothing really dangerous were in these crates...
Except.
"Holy kriff." He breathed, reaching down to a small wooden box. It was half a foot long, and surprisingly, there was an image burned into the lid. A symbol he knew well as a young man, scrawled and graffiti'd on many Empire propaganda posters.
The symbol of the Jedi Order.
"What?" You asked, turning to look at him.
Poe reached in and pulled out a lightsaber. Its once shiny metal surface scuffed and dented, the black tips at the end of the handle flaked of paint, the clip snapped long ago. This lightsaber had been through hell, and had probably even seen action as far back as the Clone Wars...
"Is... Is that..." You stumble.
"A kriffing lightsaber." Poe said reverently. He slowly and carefully set the lightsaber back inside the velvet lined box, closing it and gently placing it back inside the crate.
"Nothing in here is dangerous, except the lightsaber, maybe. But nobody really knows how to use these except..."
"Jedi and Sith." You murmur. "Who would want that stuff if it's useless?"
"Like I said, a collector maybe. Or a dealer in war relics." Poe said, closing the crate again.
"Poe..."
"I know, but c'mon... Let's get going while we still got the sun."
"Right." You say slowly. You pat Kari's flank and jerk your head. "Get on, Mor'ski. We got at least a two hours' ride ahead of us."
Poe seemed wary. He'd ridden in the cart the whole trek out here, and all the failed attempts to ride that blurrg of yours made him hesitant to hop on her.
"Relax, if I'm riding with you, she'll be fine. Unless you wanna ride Cviki?" You smile wryly, the both of you looking up to where Cviki was poking at the rocks with his beak, his mandibles picking up smaller insectoids to munch on here and there.
"...No I'm good." He looked back at you as he stepped up to Kari's side.
As he grabbed onto your open palm with his, he looked at you with curiosity in his dark eyes.
"You good yourself, crazy lady?" He jabbed playfully.
"Rahn fanyo. Er... I'm fine." You mumble as he takes his seat behind you, politely placing his hands on your waist.
It was a gentlemanly thing to do, to avoid grabbing anything he shouldn't... but once Kari got into a good and decent trot, he'd bounce off her haunches faster than a blood fly.
"Poe, you're gonna need to hold on tighter than that. Or I'm gonna leave you in the dust and collect this bounty myself..."
Poe chuckled and awkwardly looped his arms around your waist, carefully adjusting it so your sensitive lekku were draped over his shoulders, so he couldn't squish them on accident.
"Like this?"
You rolled your eyes and tugged his hands until they were almost clasped together and his chin was practically on your shoulder. "There. Because being polite while riding a blurrg is gonna get you a concussion, yahte."
"Okay, you gotta teach me Ryl, doll." Poe chuckled.
You smirked over your shoulder as you snapped Kari's reins, nudging her with your heels.
"That would ruin the fun, Mor'ski."
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You watched as a group of children fed Cviki fruit out of their palms, giggling and laughing when his long tongue unfurled to wrap around their fingers and clean their hands of any lingering juices left over. Cviki was very approachable, for a cen-cell.
Kari on the other hand... She didn't really like anybody other than you. And, well, maybe Poe now, you supposed.
You sighed as you watched Poe speak with his contact, a rather fat Twi'lek man who was obviously well off. A broker, you supposed. One who sets up people with jobs like these. Technically avoiding any trouble with the law because brokers around these parts were simply like bulletin boards for smugglers, you could pick what jobs they conveniently had around, and if you got in trouble, they could disavow any connections to you while still making decent credits.
And it was obviously a very good front he was wearing, judging by the bejeweled rings squished onto the man's fat fingers.
When the two began walking over to you, you groaned softly, Kari huffing when she sensed your irritation. You detested people walking up to you when you didn't want to talk.
Your emotions were high for reasons you couldn't quite place, and a feeling of anxiety gnawed in the pit of your stomach.
Poe was leaving.
Soon, he would load the cargo onto this broker's ship and he would leave Ryloth, possibly forever. You couldn't blame him, after almost getting turned into a tasty snack for a pack of gutkurrs.
"And this lovely woman must be the person who saved your skin, eh, Dameron?" The Twi'lek man chortled, his fat jiggling merrily as he elbowed Poe in the side.
His thin mouth was stretched wide, making his cheeks appear even larger and more plump, his bright yellow skin drawing little attention to his sharp teeth.
"Yep, my savior all right. Worked me right to the bone to pay back half my debt to her after those ugly bugs tried to snack on me." Poe grinned back.
"My my, sounds like a keeper!" The man smirked suggestively at you two.
You rolled your eyes and curled your lekku slightly. The gesture was hidden behind you, but anyone walking by could see the irritation and hostility in the gesture.
Men have tried to get your attention for years, and certainly, a man of status like this was always looking for aides or escorts of some kind. That life wasn't for you, not one tiny bit.
"She's.... Uh. A good friend." Poe said, smiling at you.
His soft eyes eased the tension in you somewhat, but you were still jittery and anxious. One, about Poe leaving; two, all the people bustling about the spaceport; and three, these confusing kriffing feelings regarding the quirky pilot.
The Twi'lek man handed Poe a small box, likely containing his payment, and BB-8 drove into his shins twice.
"I know, I know, buddy! I was getting to that!" Poe sighed exasperatedly at the astromech.
"I'll make sure the dock officials don't snoop, say our goodbyes." The broker winked as he turned to walk away.
"So..." Poe awkwardly began.
"Mhm." You hum.
"I'm glad you dragged my sorry carcass out of that canyon." Poe chuckled, his fingers nervously brushing the sides of the box he held.
"I'm happy my effort wasn't wasted when Kari didn't eat you." You snort in reply, smiling despite yourself.
Poe laughed softly and opened the box, plucking up a few chips into his fist. He held out his hand and placed the silver and gold chips into your palm gently.
"Here. I'm a man of my word, remember?" He smiled at you warmly. "And I promised you a cut. This should cover the bacta, and some parts for that droid of yours. Plus, y'know. To get yourself somethin' nice."
When he winked, you felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you laughed.
"Yeah, well..." You shrugged, not sure what to say.
"...Hey." Poe said, his bottom lip sliding beneath his teeth for a moment before licking it.
"So, I know this is sudden, but--"
"Sir! Your ship is cleared and ready to go! You got five minutes!" A dockhand shouted from nearby, startling Kari to the point she made a concerned bellow and stumbled back a bit.
You shove the credits into your belt pouch, and coo and shush at Kari, patting her down affectionately to ease her sudden fright as Poe shouts back at the dockhand.
"Ah... Great. Fun." Poe sighed as he turned back to you, noticing how your lekku were twitching and swaying as you struggled to calm your blurrg mount.
You didn't turn back to face him, biting your plush bottom lip as you patted down Kari, trying now to calm yourself as much as her.
Poe was leaving.
Probably one of the only people you'd call "friend" was leaving, and then you'd go right back to your boring tedium from before, while he flew headlong into danger with BB-8 by his side.
You couldn't really hear him as he spoke to you, imagining just how many horrible ways he could possibly die out there, at the hands of the First Order, or some pirate scum...
You did however, become aware of how close he was when he slipped an arm around your waist and tugged you against him. You barely had time to gasp and ask what he was doing when he pressed his lips against yours in a rushed, but fiery kiss.
He pulled back from you, winking as BB-8 whirled and trilled, spinning in place a few times.
"See ya around, doll. And next time I'm in town, I'll visit."
You were left, blinking, mouth agape as he sashayed with that new gait of his towards the hangar of his ship, BB-8 hot on his heels, tweeting a farewell at you.
You stayed like that, the tips of your lekku twining around one another twice, your face flushed with a different shade as the ship shakily lifted off, blasting off into the clouds.
...If he did come back...
"Come on, Kari." You say softly before whistling to get Cviki's attention.
"Let's go get some shopping done."
Maybe you would buy yourself something nice to wear.
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Poe sighed as his ship launched into hyperspace, feeling sad as he kissed Ryloth's atmosphere goodbye. It wasn't as beautiful or as sweet as your lips were, for sure.
But it made his heart throb with sadness all the same...
He punched in a few buttons and the hologram of the broker appeared as the message began to play.
"Poe, my boy! Safe travels. I'm sure you and your companion had a lovely farewell, no?" He chuckled gleefully.
Poe rolled his eyes as he continued. "My contact got word back to me, and she's pleased that the cargo was intact and was impressed you were alive! How about that?" The man clapped his hands and laughed again.
"Well, just letting you know," His eyes twinkled. "Miss Kanata sends her thanks and hopes you enjoy the extra credits she left in your pay!"
Poe frowned at the name.
Wait... Miss Who?
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Leia watched as Poe studied the small hologram of a Twi'lek woman in front of him, squinting and mouthing the words as they left her lips.
The older woman smiled as she walked up to him, her long robes shuffling softly as her slippers padded the metal flooring of the base.
"Pick up a new language to learn, Poe?" She asked, her brown eyes shimmering as she sat next to him.
Poe almost jumped, unusually engrossed in the tutorial program he had been watching. He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck and laughed.
"You could say that." He replied.
"I noticed you walking with a limp, now, Poe." Her tone switched to a more affectionate and maternal tone. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... Someone on Ryloth saved my hide from a bad sitch. Unfortunately I'm probably gonna be stuck with it forever, but I'd trade a limp for my life any day of the week." He grinned.
Leia hummed with a sweet smile as her eyes were drawn to the paused tutorial. "Fall in love with the local flavor, huh?" She grinned mischievously.
Poe stiffened and coughed into his hand, a blush to his cheeks.
"You... Could say that."
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Twi'leki/Ryl translation:
Wachamio! = "Let's go!"
Ma sareen = "My Sweet"
Yana = "Yes"
Wa-janeel = "Follow me"
Rahn fanyo = "I'm fine" or, alternatively, "Don't worry"
Twi'leki/Ryl Phrases I've smacked together/come up with (idk I'm not a linguist):
Nu nala quin-nala wilo? = "Do you know where you are?"
Zul nala z'rate nala quora? = "Can you tell me your name?"
Su'un na, mesh'e yahte. = "Oh great, he's an idiot."
Yahte = "Idiot"
Mor'ski = "Flyboy"
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