the GINGERPILOT 'hoes'

collection of all things gingerpilot ask & submit are both open for all your poe/hux headcanons and theories tag us! we track #gingerpilothoes

[londoncapsule]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN photographed by John Russo for NOBLEMAN Magazine

[l3earfat]

Come with me to our galaxy 😉

[l3earfat]

I shouldn't stay but I don't wanna go🥀

……ชอบละเกินนนชิปที่เลือกไม่ได้เนี้ย 🌚🌝

[wangzapper]

I drew these bois a while ago but wanted to wait and post it with the new chapter of Not For Nothing which is now up on AO3!

[lired]

[wangzapper]

maybe pryde had more than one reason to suspect hux was a spy 🤔

…i have no excuse for making this except that i was heavily inspired by this huxssuggestions post 

[itssteffnow]

Soft Gingerpilot and who doesn’t need a hug sometimes 💛

[gamebird]

Oh! So sweet!

[mockingjaysongbird]

[aldo-n-canp]

[the-worst-ones]

💁‍♀️ Tiptoes!

[captain-flint]

I can’t walk out on this war. Not till it’s over. Maybe it is. …. Everyone’s so afraid. They’ve given up. I don’t believe you believe that.

[domhnallbaby]

OMG this show is going to kiiiillll me 😳🔥 [x]

[james-flint]

We’ve got friends out there. They’ll come if they know there’s hope.

Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

[mockingjaysongbird]

OSCAR ISAAC as POE DAMERON in Star Wars - The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

[uomo-accattivante]

I’m materiale di origine: USA Today / Exclusive blooper reel from Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

[go-hux-yourself]

gingerpilot prompt, "stay safe" and "who did this?" in which hux was waiting for poe to come back from a mission (this is post tros hux survives ok) only to find him hurt and bleeding. (imagine the look on hux's face!)

Thanks for the prompt! WOO! Hux is always alive and nothing will ever change my mind on that AHAHA

This labeled as Catch and Release. Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Hux pushed his way through the crowd that was gathering, eyes locked on the shuttle that had landed in the hangar bay.

It was the group Poe had taken command of, returned from a mission in which Poe was said to have been captured by a First Order battle cruiser. He had also, purportedly, been rescued, but Hux needed to see him with his own eyes before he allowed his thundering heart to slow. It was enough to keep him outwardly calm to know Poe was alive, but until he could see the man for himself, Hux couldn’t help his trepidation.

He got several elbows aimed his way as he moved through the crowd, cursing aimed at him as he jostled right back, but didn’t care. He was barely tolerated even after the serious advantages he’d given the Resistance– strategic resources, access codes, his own personal mental-catalogue of the First Order’s few weaknesses- among his own expertise and technological ingenuity. If the Resistance won this war, Hux knew how great a part his own presence would play in it.

But he certainly wasn’t doing it all for them anyways.

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[gingerpilothoes]

a quick lil post-tros gingerpilot

“You couldn’t have picked a warmer planet?”

Poe watched as the man on the small bed started and then winced.  Seeing him, the hard knot in Poe’s stomach begin to unravel.  It had formed the second Beebee had handed him the decades old tracking device now suddenly lit up with alternating red and blue lights.  

“Took you bloody long enough.” Clipped and haughty.  Poe smiled.

“I had a war to win, Armitage.”

“The First Order was sure to crumble without me. I’m sure it was an easy victory, Commander.” Sitting up on the bed now and looking at Poe.

“Actually, it’s General now.”

“Maker help us.”

“I’m surprised you kept this.” Poe tossing the tracker on the bed next to Hux’s spread fingers.  Hux stretched one out and rubbed the worn edge.  

“Being prepared is the first rule of order. And having a plan.”  He moved to make room and winced, the hand on the bed moving to press just under his ribs.

“Was getting shot in the chest also part of the plan?” Poe sat down in the vacated space.

“I was prepared for the eventuality, yes.”

“Of course you were,” Poe is quiet a minute. Hux may be prepared but Poe isn’t. Not for this.

“Oh, so I ran into Zorri.”

“Did you?” Hux’s mouth flattening to a tight line for a moment.

“Yeah, on Kijimi.”

“Of course she would frequent that den of hoodlums. Did Zorri Bliss finally let you under her helmet, then?” His face still pinched.

“She’s still in denial of my obvious appeal.”

Hux snorts and something on his face relaxes just a bit.

“Did you really know? That I was the spy?”

“Yes…. maybe.” Hux gives him a look and Poe finally moves a hand over his.

“I hoped it was you.”