Finn looked up at the billboard – looking at his own face looking back down at him. It was surreal. It was hard to believe that he was famous now – that he was known. His album was topping the charts at #1 for the fifth week in a row. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening.
He was… well he was kind of a big deal now? At least that’s what his Uncle Han called him.
Finn took one last look at the Billboard bearing the cover of his album – Resistance – before turning to head home.
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“So… fifth week in a row, huh?” Poe said casually as he drained the dirty dishwater from the sink. He gave a short, impressed whistle and turned around to lean against the counter. “That’s incredible.”
Finn bit his lip and finished drying the last plate, adding it to the stack of clean ones. “Um…” he cleared his throat and gave a noncommittal shrug. “Uh yeah… I guess.”
“Finn…” Poe pushed away from the counter and stepped closer to Finn.
Even after all these years, Finn felt his cheeks heat up and his heart quicken. He sucked in a breath when Poe pulled the dishtowel out of his hands and tossed it to the side. Finn followed the motion with his eyes before he snapped his attention back to Poe’s face. Finn felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach when Poe gave a short bow and held his hand out.
“May I have this dance?” Poe asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
Finn blinked in surprise at this seemingly sudden turn of events but took Poe’s hand into his own anyway. “You may.”
He let Poe pull him close and swayed in time with Poe as his boyfriend started to hum a tune for them. He let out a surprised sound when Poe started to sing – recognizing Poe’s musical choice as his own song. It was their song. The song that Finn had written about Poe – about them. And to hear Poe singing it to him now as they danced in their kitchen…
It sent a shiver down Finn’s spine.
Poe stepped away when he finished the song and knelt on one knee. Finn’s eyes widened when Poe pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal an elegant silver ring. Finn looked back at Poe, his boyfriend grinning up at him – eyes full of warmth and love.
“Finn, will you –“
Finn pulled Poe to his feet, cutting him off with a deep kiss. Poe made a small noise at the sudden movement, but immediately wrapped his arms around Finn and returned the kiss. Finn leaned his forehead against Poe’s.
“Yes,” Finn breathed out.
?? I’m definitely planning on writing more because I have a whole like ‘verse for famous singers finnpoe planned out.
Anakin gave her a curious look. "Ahsoka, who are you staring at?" (idk just pick one of ahsoka's many gfs, your call)
It was rare for her and Anakin to be training at the Templerather than out in the field. Ahsoka lived for the adventure, but she stillliked the familiarity of her home. There was something calming about the clashof lightsabers and the soft murmur of Jedi Masters instructing their padawans.
Unfortunately - or inAhsoka’s opinion, fortunately – Ahsoka was very distracted at the moment. Shewas normally focused during her training sessions, but then again… Barriss andMaster Luminara were rarely training at the same time as her and Anakin.
Ahsoka couldn’t keep her eyes from continuously findingBarriss’ graceful form. Lightsaber battle was already beautiful… but Barriss?Barriss truly turned it into an art form. Her movements were flawless, her formperfect.
Actually… everything about Barriss was perfect. And Ahsokawas completely in love. Ahsoka let out a sigh when Barriss made a particularlyspectacular movie.
Anakin gave a his padawan a curious look. His padawan wasacting strange… “Ahsoka… who are youstaring at?”
Ahsoka spluttered and turned to face Anakin. “No one!”
Anakin frowned and looked to where Ahsoka’s gaze had beenjust moments before. He shook his head as realization dawned on him. He knew exactly who his padawan had beenlovingly gazing at.
“Snips… you know that attachment is forbidden by the code.”Anakin lectured, adopting what he silently called his ‘Obi-Wan Voice.’
Ahsoka scrunched her nose and crossed her arms. “Like you’reone to talk.”
@ahsokaa ask and ye shall recieive!! also gonna tag @roguejedis :D
So, super cliche Herasoka fic featuring Sabine (and Ezra) trying to get Ahsoka and Hera together
Sabine rolled her eyes. She could see Hera watching Ashoka practice with Kanan. Hera’s eyes tracking Ahsoka – completely captivated by the togruta’s graceful movements. Honestly, if Hera were any more obvious about how hard she was crushing on Ahsoka… the Empire would know.
Unfortunately – although amusingly enough – Ashoka was completely oblivious to Hera’s feelings. To make it even better. Hera was also completely oblivious to Ahsoka’s feelings. It was funny at first, but now it was almost exasperating to see the two of them so painfully unaware of each other’s feelings.
Sabine caught Ezra’s arm as he walked by. “We need to get those two together.” Sabine said, gesturing vaguely between Hera and Ahsoka.
Ezra frowned in confusion, “Hera and Kanan? But I thought Hera liked A-“
Sabine gave Ezra a small shove. “I meant Hera and Ahsoka! You laser-brain.” She gave a little smirk. “And I have the perfect plan.”
**
Ezra watched Sabine fix the cover of the door panel back into place. “So, all we have to do is shove them into the room and lock the door.”
“Mhm.”
Ezra rubbed the back of his head skeptically. “Then why did you need me?”
Grinning, Sabine stood up and yelled, “HERA. I FOUND EZRA LOOKING THROUGH YOUR THINGS!”
“EZRA BRIDGER!”
Ezra shot a glare at Sabine as an annoyed Hera came into the hall followed by a bemused Ahsoka. He threw his hands up defensively and backed away from Hera’s room. “I swear I didn’t take anything!”
Hera eyed Ezra and crossed her arms. “Oh, we’ll see.”
Hera stepped into her quarters then gave a squawk of surprise when she felt someone fall against her, knocking her to the ground. Hera growled in annoyance at the unmistakable sound of the door sliding shut and locking.
“Open this door!”
“Not until you two talk!” Sabine’s voice came back through the door, sounding gleeful.
“About what?”
“You know what!”
Hera glanced at Ahsoka, feeling a light fluttering feeling in her stomach. It could be worse. In fact, being stuck in a room with Ahsoka wasn’t bad at all. But Ahsoka was a Jedi – or once was a Jedi – she would never feel the same way.
Ahsoka tilted her head and gave a wry smile, closing her eyes. “It would appear that the kids are trying to… set us up.” She opened her eyes again. “Ezra’s thoughts are very loud, I suspect he wanted me to know that.”
Ahsoka stood up and offered her hand to Hera and pulled the pilot to her feet. “No matter, I can open the door.”
Hera nodded and stepped to the side. She could feel her face heating up from Ahsoka’s close-proximity and she really hoped that Ashoka couldn’t read her thoughts.
Ahsoka lifted her hand and easily opened the door, only meeting the barest trace of resistance from Ezra attempted to keep it shut.
“I thought you were gonna keep the door closed!”
“You think I can keep the door closed against Ahsoka!”
“What are you two doing?” Hera snapped.
Ezra shrugged sheepishly and moved slightly behind Sabine, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Sabine, for her part, huffed a sigh and crossed her eyes.
“You two are so obviously in love with each other it’s ridiculous.”
Hera and Ahsoka glanced at each other then looked back at Sabine in disbelief.
“Sabine…” Ahsoka started
Sabine shook her head. “Don’t even try to tell me that.” She pointed at Hera. “You constantly talk about how amazing Ahsoka is and you’re always sad when she’s off on a mission.” Sabine paused, then smirked – turning her attention to Ahsoka. “And you only have eyes for Hera. I saw you watching Hera fix the Phantom… you were quite focused on Hera.”
Ahsoka’s cleared her throat and looked back at Hera. “Well…”
Sabine threw her hands up in exasperation. “Oh just kiss already!”
@roguejedis So,,,,, I have the fake dating au that you asked for... which is now gonna be a series of one-shots... so? Thanks to @ahsokaa @gaymaul adn @softwedge for reading this for me and validating me lol
Hera eyed Ahsoka as she waited in line with the other woman. She couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful Ahsoka looked in her flowing, dark blue, backless dress. It was simple, yet elegant – perfectly matching the Togruta’s style.
Hera adjusted the strap on her black dress and tried not to fidget. It wasn’t the Hera was nervous about the mission per say – because she wasn’t. She just didn’t like her dress. Really didn’t like her dress. Hera couldn’t even remember the last time that she’d worn a dress. She much preferred her regular clothing.
Ezra had just about fallen to the floor laughing when Hera had come out of her cabin wearing this tight black dress, saying something about not being used to seeing Hera in a dress. She hadn’t even been mad - the boy did have a point after all. And honestly? Not only did Hera feel ridiculous, she probably looked ridiculous.
Ahsoka smoothed down her own dress and glanced over at Hera. “You look fine, Hera.” Ahsoka looked Hera up and down then faced toward the front of the line again. “You look really good, actually.”
Hera felt her cheeks heat up at Ahsoka’s words and, as Ahsoka looped her arm around Hera’s, she tried not to too awkward. Giving Ahsoka a glace, Hera really hoped that Ahsoka wasn’t aware of her thoughts. Hera really didn’t want Ahsoka to know how she truly felt – that her heart raced every time Ahsoka looked at her with those blue eyes.
Ahsoka gave Hera a soft smile and stepped up to the bouncer. “The name’s Ashla,” Ahsoka said smoothly, waving her hand. “I’m on the list.” She gave Hera a loving smile, “and this is my wife, she’s my guest for tonight.”
Hera shifted herself closer to Ahsoka and gave the Togruta a sweet smile. I wasn’t hard to act like they were married – Hera already had feelings for Ahsoka. That didn’t stop Hera’s mouth from becoming dry, though, when Ahsoka’s hand slid down to her waist.
The bouncer looked through the data-pad then waved them through the doorway and into the club. Hera almost let out a sigh of relief, but caught herself. It wouldn’t do to ruin the mission immediately by giving them away.
Hera looked around the crowded room, trying not to let her distaste show. She’d never been a fan of this types of cantinas. They were always filled with the worst sort of people – scum and criminals. She scowled at a group of bounty hunters leering at her.
“Hey…love,” Hera nodded toward the crowd, “we should go dance so we blend in.” She didn’t particularly like the idea of joining the crowd of people, but standing just inside the door was attracting attention. Besides, Hera loved to dance – so it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Alright?” Ahsoka shrugged and followed Hera out onto the dance floor.
She grabbed Hera’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated in the crowd. Getting separated was the last thing that you wanted during a mission. Bad things always happened when you were separated from your mission partner.
Ahsoka blinked then stared at Hera as Hera started dancing out of rhythm with the music. She dropped Hera’s hand, stepping quickly away from Hera’s flailing arms. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Hera was so graceful and elegant when she was flying… but couldn’t dance. Yet Hera looked so adorable and happy that Ahsoka didn’t say anything. She couldn’t bring herself to ruin that moment so Ahsoka joined Hera in dancing, although, Ahsoka danced with the beat of the music.
“Do you think Leia Organa will be here tonight?” Ahsoka asked casually, sidestepping Hera.
Hera shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s a long way to Alderaan.”
“It is at that,” Ahsoka replied, looking around to see if anyone recognized their coded conversation. She stumbled when someone knocked into her, grabbing her hand. “Hey –“ She stopped when she felt a small device being pressed into her hand. “Watch where you’re going next time, laser brain!” Ahsoka snarled, hoping that their contact would understand that she wasn’t actually mad.
The Imperial spy bowed their head. “I am sorry, My Lady,” they apologized before hurrying away.
Ahsoka closed her fist around the data-chip. “Well, that was easy.”
**
Ahsoka cleared her throat, fully conscious of how close Hera was to her as she worked to decrypt the data-chip. Hera’s thigh was pressed against Ashoka’s and it was distracting. Ahsoka bit her lip, trying to think less about how good Hera smelled – like honey and flowers – and more about how to crack the dycrption.
But Hera sitting so close to her, lekku brushing against her as Hera looked over her shoulder… well it was making Ahsoka less productive. She probably should have asked Hera to move away, but Ashoka was actually quite enjoying the proximity of the Twi’lek. She could feel the warmth radiating from Hera’s body. Ahsoka would have rather forgotten entirely about the data-chip and given Hera her undivided attention.
But the mission came first. The mission always came first. She wasn’t against attachments – she wasn’t a Jedi, but the mission came first. There would be time for love after tyranny was defeated. Until then…
“Are you okay?” Hera asked, laying her hand on Ahsoka’s thigh in concern.
Ahsoka jerked in surprise, heart racing. “Yes, I’m fine, Hera.” She answered lightly.
She swallowed nervously, now fully aware of Hera’s hand on her thigh. Force. Hera was not helping right now.
“And I’m done.” Ahsoka finally announced with relief. It had taken awhile, but she finally managed to decrypt the imperial data-chip.
She scrolled through the information on the datapad, growing more and more tense the further she scrolled. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. She looked up at Hera in horror. “The Empire suspects the Organas.”
@roguejedis @ahsokaa I wrote a thing/drabble. It’s really bad ://// but i ditched the angsty ending i had because wow @ me let them be happy so there’s that
Hera never really gave love much thought. Who had the time for love? They were constantly kept on their toes, the Empire always behind them. Between the fighting for their freedom and gathering intel, there just wasn’t time for something foolish like love.
Until Ahsoka.
When Hera first lays her eyes on Fulcrum – Ahsoka Tano – it truly is love at first sight. The togruta stands before her, tall and graceful – blue eyes holding a vast wisdom beyond her years. Beautiful and elegant, yet Hera knows that Ahsoka could single handedly take down everyone on the ship without breaking a sweat.
Hera is breathless.
This is Fulcrum. This is the agent that Hera has come to trust over the past months. This is the person that’s helped build a full rebellion. This is Ahsoka Tano. She’s beauty, grace and, strength with an undying spark of determination in her eyes.
Months later, Hera still can’t believe she’s found love in a galaxy as kriffed up as this one – but she has. And Hera doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful in the entire galaxy than Ashoka poised for battle and defending those she cares for, silver lightsabers flashing in an elegant dance.
How about either Finnpoe or Finnrey, "I will not stop wearing your clothes because they're comfy and I know you love it."
Poe looked everywhere around his quarters, searchingeverywhere for his favorite shirt. The soft tan colored one. It was light yetwarm and so worn that it would probably fall apart soon. He sifted through histhings, knowing by this point that his shirt wasn’t there – but stillstubbornly convinced that he would find it.
He didn’t look up when he heard the door whoosh open,knowing it would be Finn. “Hey, Finn, any idea where my shirt is?”
“Mhm.” Came the vague, noncommittal response.
“Where…” Poe finally looked up at Finn. “…that’s my shirt.You have your own clothes…” he stood and crossed his arms, but he wasn’t madand they both knew it.
“Yeah... but I’m not gonna stop wearing your clothes becausethey’re comfy and I know you love it.” Finn looked down at himself and smootheddown the shirt. “Besides, I look reallygood in this shirt.”
Poe let a smile tug at his lips as he pulled Finn in for akiss. “Yeah, you do.”
When Hera first lays her eyes on fulcrum – Ahsoka Tano – it truly is love at first sight. The togruta stands before her, tall and graceful – blue eyes holding a vast wisdom beyond her years. Hera is breathless.
Sniperpilot and "Baze, put Bodhi down!" if you want?
Bodhi couldn’t even remember what he and Baze had been arguingabout anymore – probably something silly – but now Bodhi was completely focusedon the fact that he was now almost two meters high and parallel to the ground. Hewasn’t in danger of falling, he knewfor a fact that Baze wasn’t going to drop him.
“You know this won’t work, right?” Bodhi asked, crossing hisarms and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m a pilot.I’m not afraid of heights.”
Before Baze could argue back, Cassian walked into the roomand stopped dead at the sight of Baze holding Bodhi above his head.
“Wait!” Bodhi protested, suddenly – knowing what Baze wasgoing to do. “Don’t you dare –“
“Catch!”
Bodhi squeezed his eyes shut when he found himself flyingthrough the air. There was grunt as he collided with a body before arms wrappedsafely around him. Cassian staggered back under the weight of his boyfriend.
“Hi.” Bodhi said, opening his eyes and looking up atCassian. “Thanks for catching me.”
“Anytime.”
send me a sentence and a ship and I’ll write a drabble
