His Everything - Poe Dameron x Reader
- A/N: I got a little carried away with this idea oops. Also, I’m not entirely sure if Coruscant is still in the galaxy, but one of the Star Wars pages I looked at said it was. Just pretend it is if that’s wrong. I’m sorry, it was just one of those places I had in my mind.
- Warnings: Brief uncomfortable situation.
- Word Count: 2,850 (told you I got carried away!)
Also, GIF isn’t mine, found through the search bar!
When General Organa first presented the idea of sending you to Coruscant to receive information, you were all for the mission, albeit a bit nervous at how she described it.
You would go, meet with two individuals, and retrieve vital intel involving the First Order and new information about a place called Exegol. However, what General Organa didn’t mention at the start was where you would be carrying out the mission on Coruscant, leaving that until the end of the meeting.
“Oh, and Y/N? You’ll need something a bit more formal.” She added, making you stop in your tracks.
“General, where am I meeting these informants?” You questioned, a smile quirking at her lips as she looked at you.
“The Opera House there, I’m afraid. There will be an event tomorrow night beginning just after dark. Don’t be late, and I expect a full report from you.”
“Yes, General.” You answer, though you’re silently cursing the fact that she chose you as you exit the room.
A little later, upon returning to your quarters, you start for the closet, only for a knock to sound on the door.
You return to it, opening it to find your friend Poe leaning against the doorframe with an amused look on his face.
“I hear I’m your pilot for a mission.” He proclaims, causing your eyebrows to raise in surprise.
“Of course. General Organa wouldn’t send you to Coruscant alone.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then? I’ll meet you on the runway by the Falcon.” Poe responds, giving you a smile as you confirm this with him before he turns and heads off down the hallway, you watching him as he goes, happy that the General chose Poe.
Once he’s gone, you close the door again, heading back over to your closet to find the outfit you never thought you would have to wear, digging through a few fallen shirts and old shoes until your hands find the box you’re searching for.
You pull it out, sitting it on the bed and opening the flaps, taking in a deep breath as you start to carefully remove the dress and shoes.
You weren’t exactly proud of how you had gotten the dress, salvaging it from a mansion that had been raided on one of the other planets, though you couldn’t recall quite which one. You had meant to sell the thing for supplies if you needed to, the fabric and cut too nice to be worn in practicality, though you had put it away when you joined the Resistance.
The silver dress unfolds as you pick it up, the shimmering fabric rippling as you slip the straps onto a hanger and place it just inside your closet, the matching shoes underneath as you close the door.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The next morning proves stressful, with incoming supply ships occupying your mind for most of it, a much needed break coming at lunch when you head for the cantina.
Poe is exiting as you enter, a brief hello and a wink the only communication you have with him as one of the pilots asks him a question. You can’t help but smile and roll your eyes, getting your meal and heading for a place to sit.
Lieutenant Connix meets you as you sit down, joining you across the table with her own food.
“The General sent me to ask you if you needed any help getting ready for your mission.” She bluntly states, her fork midair as she watches your expression.
“Um, I’m fine, but thank you.”
“I could do your hair.” She suggests, gesturing to her braid crown. You think for a moment before nodding, taking a bite of your own food as Lieutenant Connix smiles.
When the two of you finish eating, you head back to your quarters to begin getting ready, first opting to take a shower before doing anything else.
You carefully scrub away any traces of dust and dirt, grease and oil, in order to assume the role you were meant to play.
Finally stepping out of the shower, a loud knock echoes through the room as you call out a warning, scrambling to find a shirt big enough you could easily put on and pull off. You find one, yanking it on over the towel wrapped around your head as you reach for the door handle, opening it to find Poe standing outside your door, much like the night before.
“Hi, Commander.” You joke, pushing the door closed just a small bit as his face flushes red.
“Lieutenant Connix said to tell you that she would be here soon. She got wrapped up in something.” Poe states, shoving his hands into his pockets, blinking rapidly and glancing off down the hallway.
“Also, General Organa gave me an update on the mission. I’m supposed to-“
“I’M HERE!” Lieutenant Connix yells as she approaches your door, cutting Poe off as she looks between the two of you suspiciously.
“Tell me on the Falcon, okay? I’ve got to get ready.” You tell Poe, who laughs with a nod as Connix shoves you inside, closing your door.
“What’s going on with you and Commander Dameron?” She immediately demands, guiding you to sit down on the floor as she starts to work on your hair.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You answer, though the sudden rapid thump of your heart tells you otherwise.
“He looks at you like you’re his everything.” Lieutenant Connix sighs, her hands pulling a little too tightly on your hair at this.
“We’re just friends, though.”
“I give it a month. Or less. You’ll be more.”
After an hour of listening to Lieutenant Connix explain to you some of the things to expect, and also her pulling your hair so tightly you wind up with a headache, she finally releases you from the floor, waiting for you to do your makeup so that she can zip you into the dress.
“You look great. Go get that information.” She states, seeing you off as you head down the hallway, heels clicking loudly against the floor.
It takes a few minutes for you to reach outside as you get used to walking in the shoes, the dress billowing in the wind as you hurry across the runway.
The hatch is open on the Falcon, so you carefully step up inside, hitching your skirt up to avoid sweeping dust off the floor as you walk.
You find Poe sitting in the cockpit, head down as he studies something on the panel in front of him, the look on his face enough to send your heart beating irregularly again.
“Poe?” You call, causing him to jump.
“Stars, don’t do that!” He yelps, turning to you and blinking at you in surprise.
“You might want to pick your jaw up off the floor.” You tease, his face flushing again as he clears his throat.
“Sorry I- You look great.” Poe stammers, standing up and coming over to you.
“What was it you trying to tell me earlier?”
“Oh, right! General Organa ordered me to see you to the door, but I’m to wait outside.”
“Because I’m a well-known Resistance fighter?” Poe answers, hitting a button on the wall nearby and turning away from you with a grin.
The flight was quiet. You practiced your mannerisms to Poe, who couldn’t stop laughing at you long enough to take you seriously, which led to you smacking his arm in frustration.
And it also led to you panicking about him not being able to come inside with you as you landed on Coruscant, voicing your concerns to him as he helps you out of the ship.
The beauty of the lights caught you off guard as the two of you stepped out into the night, though your nerves hadn’t eased any.
He pulled something from his jacket pocket, handing it to you before pulling another one out.
“I’m still going to be able to communicate with you. I told Leia there was no way I was letting you go in there without me at least knowing what’s happening.” Poe explains, pressing his into his ear as you do the same.
“Poe that’s amazing.” You say, relief flooding your voice as you begin to approach the Opera House.
He stops beside the staircase, his smile temporarily soothing your worries.
Just as you’re about to begin climbing the stairs, though, you feel Poe’s hand land lightly on your wrist.
You turn around, one foot still on the bottom step as he looks up at you.
His hand drops from your wrist, moving to the back of his neck and unclasping the chain he wears in one swift motion.
You’re already starting to shake your head as he slides his mother’s ring off of the chain, reaching down to take your hand and press the ring into your palm.
“Wear it. Maybe it will protect you from unwanted advances.” Poe presses, although you shake your head.
“Poe I can’t wear your mother’s ring. What if something happens? What if I lose it?”
“-please.” He begs, to which you finally nod and take the ring from him.
You slide the ring onto your wedding finger, his eyes watching you as it falls into place.
“I’ll be out here, okay? Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in there.” Poe reminds you, you pulling him for a quick hug despite yourself before hurrying up the steps into the Opera House.
The party was already alive by the time you made it inside and to where you were supposed to meet your informants, high ranking members of society intermingling as music played in the distance.
To say you were nervous was an understatement.
Here you were, in a dress too revealing for your liking, being stared at by every single man and woman in the Opera House as if they knew you didn’t belong there.
Maybe it was the dress. The silver was a bit bright, but it was your only option.
You nervously fiddled with the ring on your finger, constantly checking to ensure that Shara’s ring wasn’t missing. You knew how much it meant to Poe.
And Poe. How fast you could feel yourself falling for him after what he had done earlier. Not to mention what Lieutenant Connix had said.
“He looks at you like you’re his everything.”
He talks to you through the piece in your ear, encouraging you as you wait, distracting you by asking you to describe the scene to him.
You do, taking note of every little detail and relaying it to him.
But when you have your back turned, two men appear on either side of you, one of them flashing a pendant emblazoned with the Resistance symbol in your line of vision, your hushed conversation with Poe being cut off rapidly.
Despite the party being loud and cramped, the two didn’t want to give you the information there, which immediately began to set off alarm bells in your mind.
“What if we went outside? You show us something then we’ll give you the information.” One of them mumbled into your ear, you holding up your left hand, grateful now that Poe had lent you the ring.
“I’m married. I’m just here for the information, boys.” You nervously reply, glancing between the both of them as they take hold of your arms and lead you toward the door you entered from.
“Where’s your husband, hm? If you’re married?” The other man inquires, his grip tightening on your arm.
“H-he came out here for air. Honey!” You shout, relieved when you see Poe step out from behind one of the pillars at the bottom of the stairs.
“Would you two mind getting your hands off my wife?” Poe growls, immediately playing along, the two men releasing your arms as they look at him.
“Now I need the information I was sent here for.”
“Here.” One of them huffs, handing you a folded up square of paper as Poe steps up behind you, his hand coming to rest around your shoulders.
“General Organa will hear about this.” You shakily state, one of them rolling his eyes.
The two of them give one last look up your body before heading back inside, you exhaling a deep breath as soon as they’re gone.
“Let’s go home.” Poe states, his hand not moving from your shoulders until you’re out of sight of the Opera House.
When the two of you step back into the Falcon, the hatch closing behind you, you immediately kick off the heels with a deep sigh, feet aching as you sit down, Poe sitting down beside you for a moment.
“How was the party, honey?” He seriously inquires, causing you to burst into laughter.
“It’s okay. It happens to the best of us.” Poe answers, his face a few inches from yours. Before either of you make a move, though, Poe stands and heads for the cockpit with a smile, setting the course for home.
The base was quiet when Poe landed the Falcon, the two of you awkwardly disembarking the ship in silence.
“So that was a pain.” You break the quiet, looking to Poe to see his reaction.
“It was. But it’s over, and it was a success. Speaking of, you need to get that to General Organa immediately.” He answers, pointing to the piece of paper clutched in your right hand.
“I do. Goodnight, Poe.” You state, pulling him in for a hug that he returns a little too graciously, a goodnight mumbled into your ear before he pulls away.
You knock on the door of General Organa’s office, her voice echoing back for you to come in.
“How did it go?” She asks, already eyeing the paper in your hand.
“It went.. okay. It’s done. I’ll brief you in the morning, if that’s alright.”
“It is. And Y/N, why are you wearing a wedding ring?” Leia inquires, your eyes widening as you glance down at your left hand.
“It’s Poe’s. He let me wear it.” You mumble, excusing yourself and closing her door behind you.
You head for Poe’s quarters, determined to reach him before he goes to sleep, the dress starting to get on your nerves as you hurry through the base.
When you finally get to his door, you sound three loud knocks and hear footsteps before it swings open.
“I forgot to give this back.” You explain, holding out the ring to him.
“You could have kept it until morning, you know.” Poe mumbles, motioning for you to follow him into the room as he grabs the jacket he’s already taken off, digging through the pockets until he finds the chain.
Once the necklace is back on, he turns to you, your eyes blinking as you look into his.
You think about all of the laughter with him, the protectiveness. His willingness to let you wear his mother’s ring. His excitement to see you.
And something in you snaps.
You step forward, closing the gap between you and Poe, your lips meeting his. At first, he’s taken by surprise, but then he’s kissing you back with the same energy. One of your hands is immediately in his hair, fingers running through his curls as one of his presses against the small of your back, bringing your bodies as close as possible.
The two of you lean back slightly, looking the other in the eye as you look for any sign of regret about what just happened.
“If you haven’t figured it out, I want us to be more than friends.” You breathe, Poe letting out a sigh of relief.
“That was going to be awkward if you said you didn’t want this.”
“Exactly.” He laughs, his hand still holding you in place.
“For the record, you did look beautiful tonight. And I wanted to do that when you agreed to wear the ring.” He adds, giving you another kiss.
“Hm, I could say the same.” You agree, allowing for yet another kiss as he smiles at you, reaching for the pins holding your hair in place.
“Maybe one day we can go back there on our own terms.”
“Maybe when this is all over.”
“Wanna dance?” Poe mumbles, to which you nod.
You were glad that General Organa had sent you for the mission, though you couldn’t have been happier for it to be over with and to actually be in Poe’s arms now.
The next morning, you run into Poe in the hallway, on your way to the Command Center to meet with General Organa.
He takes your hand briefly as you walk by, placing a kiss on the back of it before walking away.
When you look up, Lieutenant Connix is standing in the hallway with a smirk on her face before she turns and walks away.
Oh, how right she had been.
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