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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Written for the prompt ‘Post-Canon’ from day 4 of @gingerpilotweek 2021.
Summary: Poe decides to bake cinnamon rolls for brunch. It brings up unexpected memories for Hux.
Moodboard for my @gingerpilotweek fic entry called 'Shell Shock'. 🐚😊
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @gingerpilotweek, day 6: Modern AU!
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: G Relationships: Armitage Hux/Poe Dameron Additional Tags: Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal Summary: Poe's just trying his best, but the universe is determined to thwart him in every possible way.
Author’s Notes: I’m also on Twitter!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux Additional Tags: Gingerpilot Week, Gingerpilot Week 2020, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship Summary:
Armitage cuts his hand while tending to his roses; Poe tends to Hux.
For @gingerpilotweek 2020, Day 4: Domestic.
Concept:
Hux as a general keeps a logbook and sometimes he has to rewrite the record several times, because "...Today the Resitance squadron under the leadership of Commander Poe Dameron made a raid on a transport ship of the First Order despite the promise he gave me last night... oh, I mean, kriff- cancel the record, CANCEL THE RECORD"
This is War
Pairing: Armitage Hux x Poe Dameron
Description: Gingerpilot week - Day 4 - Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Emotional pain - No comfort.
Word Count: 432
A/N: I set out to write something quick, less than 500 words, since everything else I write always turns out massive.
“It was just sex.” That’s what Armitage told himself after every cantina date.
However, almost two years of crossing enemy lines just for a few hours of contact can hardly be about that.
It was always more. Maybe it did start with the thrill of sleeping with the enemy, but that can only last so long and they’re past that mark.
Poe stopped being rival when Armitage realized that not only he respected the man but loved him.
‘ I know you, ‘ || GP Week “Spy”
wc: 1275 cw: some harassment, briefly
“remember. we’re kes klivian and ræh tessir.” poe repeated the names like clockwork. he’d drilled them into his mind to the point where he responded to his alias at the call of it- reminded himself, constantly.
poe felt a shudder run through him.
I am a first order pilot.
I graduated the new republic academy and was enlisted by the order when I was 22.
I’m a centurion. I’ve got two dozen and a half kills under my belt and over a hundred landings in the finalizer.
I’m the best in my squad.
I believe in the empire.
I believe in the supreme leader.he glanced back to kaydel. she tugged at the hem of the navy-blue major’s uniform. it fit odd around her chest, too long for her short legs and obviously a hell to be in. suddenly, poe felt very thankful for the comfort of a pilot’s flight suit. even in the dark of a first order vac-head, he felt at ease knowing he was only a pilot. he didn’t have the same pressure as kaydel did. ræh, he reminded himself, as ræeh did.
“do you have the codes?” she stepped over heeled boots clicking against the ground of the stolen shuttle. it’d been a lot of work to artificially re-code the shuttle’s transmission codes and identification, and even more to create two new persons in the system’s database without being noticed. lace them into the first order’s history, backups, black boxes, make up an identity that had never existed and become it.
“affirmative, major.” he drawled, reaching over to press a few buttons, flick a few switches, prepare for communication. take a deep breath. “shuttle 2-a4-k to finalizer docking bay control, permission to land.”
he felt his breath hitch in his throat, everything seeming to stop.
“receiving codes now, shuttle 2-a4-k.” the accented voice of some petty officer responded.
there was a long pause, when surely poe and kaydel would be blasted out of the sky. they’d be noticed, they’d be killed or taken prisoner or-
“confirmed, shuttle. go ahead.”
oh thank the stars,
as soon as he let go of the transmission button they both let out a heaving sigh.
“this is so stupid...” kaydel breathed.
“yeah- but you signed up.”
“so did you,”
“as soon as we land we have to part. I can’t be seen talking with you.” “I know, I know, we went over this in briefing.” “okay, okay. stay safe, poe. I love you like a brother. don’t do anything stupid.”
the onversation was still fresh in his mind as poe crossed the busy hangar. he knew he fit right in. just another suit, just another helmet.
he knew it belonged to someone else, this helmet. someone long gone. second-hand, as with everything else abou this identity. his name.
klivian- a famous pilot poe’d read about in the history holos, someone he idolized- right alongside with all of those old alliance pilots.
and kes.
kes dameron- his father.
it was traceable to his true self, he knew, but kes was common enough as a first name to get away with it. in the same way ræh was chosen by kaydel, a name from the past of the alliance, a name she held close.
he wondered, briefly, how many other pilots had names they chose to hide. how many of them had pasts the order had eliminated, through conditioning or otherwise. poe would give anything in a heartbeat to give them a way out, to free them.
but he couldn’t.
he had a mission.
hidden beneath the dark helmet, he felt safe. through the darkened mesh lenses, he could watch everyone who walked by, but nobody could see him, he was safe.
the halls were long and angular, the aesthetic of the order all so conforming.
he’d made it past the bay. he was almost to the officer’s stations, if their maps were correct. (they were stolen, so poe doubted it.)
something caught his attention. someone was calling for help. something familiar about that voice- something-
it hit him and he burst into a run.
skidding to a stop at the end of a sharp turn, he froze. a pair of troopers, burly, tall- and someone familiar in a navy-blue uniform.
it wasn’t exactly a sound decision and poe wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
before he knew it, his helmet was on the floor, and his fists were making contact with the helmet of another.
his fist caught, and something hard and plastic cut against his cheek.
“stop!” the voice shattered their tension and paused both the pilot and the troopers in mid-fight, the voice authoritative and commanding.
poe glanced back to where kaydel stook pressed against the wall. she was okay.
“what is this?” the voice hissed, and for the first time poe looked upt meet the eyes of that who commanded the trio.
he felt hs breath catch. he swore all color drained from his cheeks.
“you two. report to phasma’s unit immediately.” armitage hux stood before them, fists clenched at his sides, the crack of leather snapping through the silence as he released them. the troopers ran off instantly, suddenly fearful and uneasy.
“major,” he regarded kaydel, extending a hand to steady her. kaydel looked from poe, to the hand, realizing it was in her best interests to act as if this was okay. she took his hand, giving a thankful nod, pulling off of the wall. “get to the medbay. if this happens again, and it won’t, you come to me or one of my assistants.” there was something soft about his tone, and it put poe off. that wasn’t right. kaydel gave a nod, she was obviously terrified and poe just hoped he attributed it to her altercation, and she burst off to somewhere safe. somewhere he could meet with her, he knew. they’d planned this beforehand. if anything went wrong, they’d find each other.
armitage wouldn’t notice him, he couldn’t. it was only once, a drunken mistake, a midnight decison he knew they both regretted. he couldn’t notice him, he couldn’t- he couldn’t.
poe picked up the pace. he tried to dart past armitage, heat beginning to flush into his cheeks.
“I know you.”
he stopped. he should never have taken off his helmet, never have done this in the first place!
“dameron.” a recognition rang in hux’s voice as the pilot turned around to face him, a fear filling his eyes. “poe dameron. pilot.” it was like he was recalling his name for the first time in years- it had only been months, right?
he still remembered the way they met.
he remembered hux’s kisses, warm and rough against his skin.
he remembered his voice, rough, but with a composred purr-
had he really been all that drunk?
“it’s been a while, armitage.” poe said hestantly, as if he was testing the waters seeing how much he could press without being shot or turned in.
“odd. you, in a first order uniform.” he could feel hux’s eyes moving down his body, taking in the unfamiliar uniform and judging every bit of it.
“how’ve you been, red?” poe resorted to a sly tone, a twitch of a smirk on his complacent features.
somethign changed between the two of them. something needy. it’d been too long.
hux advanced toward him.
poe’s back hit the wall.
a smile twitched onto his lips.
this was bad.
this was wrong
but he wanted it
they both did.
“tell me pilot,” hux was close, now. one hand traced up poe’s side, cupping his cheek gently. a honeyed poison. oh, this was so bad.
but...
“do you still taste sweet?”