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I know I know world's tiniest violin BUT maybe Redemption has... too much fan service?

#leverage #leverage redemption #especially with Parkera and Hardison #and ot3

I’d love to read some Star Wars/original universe Damerey if you’re up for it :) (as vague as that is lol). Happy Valentine’s Day, Draco!

Happy Valentine’s Day, Nonny!

And in thanks for the incredible Valentine’s Day gift left to us by JJ Abrams and John Boyega, let’s drabble on a possible scene from IX:

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Poe crosses the sand, wondering how it always comes back to this, to some hunk of rock with nothing to see for miles - why it always comes back to a desert planet with starships sunk for miles like so many memorials to death and pain and victory.

First it was the Battle of Jakku, a few years after his birth - The Ravager falling to the planet’s surface like a metal and fire meteor -

Now, Tatooine.

Poe understands, inherently, that the Force has a rhythm, a plan. It repeats and loops and returns like a song - the Tree showed him that. And here, on the planet where the whole disaster of the Skywalkers got its start (no offense to Leia Organa), the First Order staggered to its final defeat.

A Skywalker was born here, once.

And a Skywalker died here, today.

In the distance, he can see the hero of the hour, shining in the midday sun, their lighstaber clipped to their side. The hero of the Resistance, who struck Ren down when the pilots failed, the infantry failed, and it felt like even the Force was failing around them. Poe shivers to remember the cruelties inflected by Ren as he made his last stand, the wreck of a village in the distance.

There will be many graves to dig after this, and some of them will be much smaller than others.

But for right now, Poe lets the bone-tired triumph take hold, and he smiles, if a little thinly, at their hero, pride and affection keeping him upright more than anything else.

A thin hand takes his; Poe looks over, a sense of peace washing over him.

“I hate the desert,” Rey of Jakku whispers to him, this child of war and death and, as it turns out, the Skywalker line.

“Me too.” Poe lifts her hand to his mouth and thoughtfully kisses the bruised and scarred knuckles. “We’ll go to Yavin next.”

She smiles distractedly, and then more warmly when she looks over at Finn, who still stands, shining in the midday sun, the hero of the Resistance.

He’s swarmed by stormtroopers, their helmets off and abandoned in the distance, just like the scarred underbellies of the remains of the First Order ships. They had defected, and Finn had been the key, the leader none of them could have expected (except, Poe thinks, he’d expected it, he’d expected it the day he’d laid eyes on him, the Force singing in his gut when a man pulled him from the jaws of death and said I need a pilot. The Force had told him, then, that this man was, and always would be, important).

“I couldn’t kill him.” Rey shakes her head, speaking so quietly it’s almost lost to the wind that seems to always whistle on Tatooine. “I … not after he …”

“I know.” Poe squeezes the hand that’s still in his, but Rey shakes her head, furious.

“It was weak,” she spits out. “As if he’d ever give them back. As if he’d ever … share any of it with me.”

(Poe swore he’d felt when Rey discovered Luke was her father - the memories of her wiped from his mind by his lost pupil, a last cruelty inflicted the day the temple fell; the memories of Luke wiped from her own mind by too much time apart and the desert and the echo of a single voice screaming for someone, anyone, to come back).

Poe knows something about weakness though, and he drops Rey’s hand to wrap his arm around her waist. “It’s over,” he says firmly. “A Jedi saved us today. And another one saved me…And, I kinda appreciated that.”

He’ll never forget the sight of Rey standing over him after his borrowed (stolen) X-Wing fell to the sand, Rey with her saber ignited, fending off wave after wave of fire.

“I guess you’re not so bad,” Rey acknowledges with a huff. She gives him a sideways smile, her eyes darting over to his face before they return to Finn.

“Not so bad, she says.” Poe can feel the laughter burning in his chest. “High praise from the general.”

She nudges her hip into his, the bone of it still sharp and clear even after a year of full meals, and Poe bumps her back, catching her with the arm around her waist when she tips over.

“Is it naive, to think that this is all over?” Rey studies the still-burning hull of a ship on the horizon, and Poe studies her.

“Not at all.” Poe leans in to kiss her cheek, quickly, a brush of lips against soft, freckled skin, quick so no one around them can see it. “And if it isn’t over, we’ll-”

“-Keep fighting.” Rey nods and turns back to him, eyes brighter than the twin suns overhead. “Kiss me proper, flyfboy.” She tugs sharply on the front of his shirt, and Poe goes terribly easily. They kiss languidly, the idea of victory still settling around them, and no one seems to notice as they celebrate in their own ways.

Breaking away from the kiss, Poe can see that Finn’s reached a lull in his stream of congratulatory handshakes and salutes. He nudges Rey, who smiles wildly, and they rush towards their friend.

Finn stares out on the horizon, towards the place where Ren fell. He ducks his head when Rey and Poe approach, and Poe can see the line of tension in his shoulders.

“Is it over?” Finn says quietly, the question hovering in the dry air between them. “It’s over, then?”

“Always knew you’d be a big deal,” Rey offers, stepping in to throw her arms around Finn’s neck - it looks so much like an embrace on Crait, that Poe has to blink a few times to clear his eyes. Finn stares off into the distance over Rey’s shoulder, and Poe feels like maybe he needs to be a bit more distracted.

He steps around and wraps an arm around Finn’s chest from behind, one of his hands coming to rest on Rey’s shoulder. Her own hands come to grip his shoulders, effectively embracing Finn from all sides.

She’s looking to the west, and Finn to the east, and all Poe can look at is them, the beautiful children of the Force who saved them all.

The war is over, he lets himself think. The war is over, and it ended on Tatooine.

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