The aforementioned detective finished adjusting his Poe’s tie. Ranpo, eager to get the ex-guild member out of his shell, took the liberty of setting up a date for him with one of the ADA’s secretaries. The poor thing never talked to anyone at work, so it was easy to play matchmaker for the two. After all, neither seemed to have backbones.
And Ranpo was never one to take no for an answer.
“What’s ridiculous is how you dress, Ed. No one is going to date you if they can’t see your eyes or if you look like you write sad poetry by candlelight.” Ranpo replied, brushing Edgar’s bangs from his face.
Edgar’s brows creased. “I do write by-“
“Not the point.” The shorter detective grabbed Edgar’s sleeve and continued dragging him down the busy streets of Yokohama, spewing all of the things he knew about his friend’s date.
When the two rounded the corner towards the café meant to serve as the date’s location, Ranpo suddenly exclaimed, waving at the sole person standing outside the entrance. “Hey Y/N! I told you I’d bring him!”
Edgar felt blood rush into his cheeks. This was it. This was his date…
Ranpo pulled him into his side and wrapped an arm around the taller man’s shoulders as he introduced the two, but Edgar didn’t register a single word. His heart pounded hard enough that he briefly feared his ribs breaking from the force. God, he was a mess. An utter recluse who had no romantic history whatsoever. For years, dating was the last thing on his repertoire, yet there he stood stock-still in front of the person that would give him a chance to change all of that.
Ranpo pat Edgar’s shoulder, making the taller man’s nearly jump out of his skin. The detective turned back to you. “Just take good care of him, ‘kay? He’s a weird one.”
You offered Poe a polite smile, hands clutched tight in front of you. “Yes sir. Will do.”
Edgar jutted his hand out to shake yours. “Call me Edgar, please,” he stammered before suddenly remembering the muted rambling Ranpo had done just seconds prior. Poe grimaced. Right, he thought, Ranpo had already completed that task.
Despite the obvious fumble, you took Poe’s hand in yours and gave it a soft shake. He caught the nervousness behind your smile as you replied with your own name.
Ranpo shifted his gaze from Poe to you and back again as you lapsed into awkward silence before chiming in. “Well, you two enjoy yourselves. I suppose I should go babysit Karl and make sure he hasn’t gotten into all the snacks.”
Poe shot the detective a glare. Ranpo just wanted the snacks for himself.
“Karl?” A meek voice spoke.
Ranpo tilted his head in your direction. “Yeah. That raccoon I told you about. He’s Ed’s pet.”
“Oh…”
“I would argue he’s more a friend than a pet.” Edgar added under his breath. He turned to you. “He told you about Karl?”
You nodded and gave him a small smile. “I think it’s kind of cute. I love animals, but I’ve never known anyone with a raccoon before.”
“Well hey, maybe if this date goes well, you can meet him sometime.” Ranpo responded before Poe could, earning a swift glare from the writer.
Sometimes he wondered why he’d let Ranpo set up his date. Oh well, he thought as he bid farewell to his ex-rival and gingerly taking your hand to guide you inside the café, perhaps if the date went well, you would be more than a simple date anyway.
Hello ! I’d like request a Poe (from bsd) x readers fic if that’s ok with you ? Reader finds an old picture of Edgar (he looks the same as in ranpos flashback) and is taken aback by the ponytail ?! CSUSE it’s just so cute especially with that little ribbon ! And begs him to grow it back
PRETTY BOY!
edgar allan poe x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, fluff galore, pre-relationship, mutual pining, reader gets a little shy when flustered, poe being shy too, and anxious, idiots in love <3, poe and reader are both former guild members, my soft spot for the guild is very apparent in this and im not sorry
SUMMARY! You find a photo of him looking completely different, hair on his shoulder held by a graceful ribbon. You can't help but want it back to see it in person. He just looks so good, and pretty with hair like that.
-> Awe, thank you for the request! I love Poe so much, and yes, he's so cute with his long hair and ribbon in his hair!
"Hey Poe, I was wondering if you have a photo album of your early days in the Guild."
That's how this entire situation came about. You just wanted photos of the Guild in its early days. When the Guild was a prosperous thing to be in. You still found some merit of comfort in those days, so you wanted to make a collage in your journal about it.
Poe hummed, looking over his shoulder, inked quill in hand. His voice softly speaking to you, "I should be in a closet down the hall. You can't miss it. Karl left some notable marks there."
"Thank you!" You went on your way to the door with the notable marks from Karl. Definitely from the raccoon's claws before being cut down.
You laughed to yourself at how on earth Karl got them there. You made a note to yourself to ask Poe about it later.
You found the photo album alongside numerous books that you decided were scraps. Probably works that worked at storing people. Perhaps one Poe wasn't too fond of.
Flipping through the album to find the pictures you were looking for to use in the journal. For Poe is seemed he didn't care for the Guild as much, maybe not now, as it was a ploy to defeat said Ranpo. For you, it was a home that brought him.
To say you liked him was an understatement.
No, you loved him.
To you, Poe was lovely, enchanting even. So dedicated to one role, and he was for a long time. His entire time in the Guild was to defeat Ranpo Edogawa. You did hope he would conjure feelings, but Poe seemed focused on his work.
You didn't mind.
It was when he was driven that you found him the most alluring.
You always wondered what drove him to his path.
And that's when you found it. The picture.
You felt sparkles in your eyes sparkle at the photo, taking it out of its pocket to get a closer look. A photo of Poe, who looked younger, twenty-two, with Fitzgerald. Most definitely one of the older man-made Poe takes.
Fluffy hair in his brown shade tinted with purple, and bangs covering his eyes, the most darling of violet eyes. Most sweetly, there was a tiny little ribbon holding his hair on the side.
You felt a flush in your cheeks.
Thinking about it, Poe's look didn't change much.
Still fluffy hair just styled in a mullet-like way. Eyes are always hidden so far these days, but Poe looked beautiful nonetheless to you.
Now there was a sight that you never saw of him.
You wanted to see it in person now.
Perhaps you could, in due time.
On your feet with the picture between your palms, leaving the photo album abandoned on the floor and the closet door open wide. It gave a mischievous creature ample time to take a nap in there.
"Poe!" You screamed when you entered his study. The writer jumped, his eyes wide and staring at you. Luckily, no ink got onto his paper and ruined his work.
"Um-"
"Sorry- anyway! Look!" You pushed the photo into his face. Your heart fluttered when he moved a side of his bang behind his ear. His pretty eyes looked like a winter morning. You always loved seeing them.
Almost immediately, Poe's face was red as a tomato. "Where did you find that!" To his feet, he tried to get the photo, but you evaded his movements.
"Why did you cut your hair!?"
"Because I'm too old for that kind of hairstyle! Now, please, dear!"
Did he realize what he was doing to you? He must not be, because he didn't notice the struggle in your next step when he said dear.
"What?! You look adorable here! Your hair is just the same as here! I think you'd look quite dashing with your hair long!"
Poe sputtered words you couldn't understand. He chased you around his study as you ranked the many praises of his looks here and now. Just kept on saying for him to grow out his hair.
His face was red, probably more red than you've ever seen.
"Please!" You pouted when he managed to get a hold of your wrist. Starry eyes that saw hope. He couldn't stomach such a look.
Hand still holding your wrist, Poe looked to the side, hair messy in a way that made one of his eyes visible. "What about me having hair like that, styled that is so appealing?"
His voice was small, seeming genuinely interested in why you were so insistent.
You felt stiff suddenly. Feeling shy as you hid your mouth with the photo.
"You looked pretty with long hair, with a ribbon in your hair."
"Really?!" Poe expressed loudly. He rubbed his neck nervously, pink staining his pale face. Looking back at you and how your eyes stayed nervously on him.
A kinship forming. You looked quite cute.
"Please, Poe?" You tilted your head like a cute puppy when a human said your favorite word. Eyes like a puppy begging.
Dear god, save his precious heart, for it was aging. Poe sighed, his eyes narrowing in a way that saw awe in your behavior.
"Okay, I'll grow my hair out if you really want to see it. Maybe I'm due for a change."
You celebrated on your toes, jumping around with happiness.
Not noticing since you were so caught up, happiness Poe was smiling at you. A yearning to keep that smile on your face, even if he was nervous about looking strange.
Included: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Dazai Osamu, Nikolai Gogol, Edgar Allan Poe, Atsushi Nakajima, Ranpo Edogawa.
First time writing on Tumblr so might not be that good. English is not my first language! Don't hate please & thank you if you enjoyed this. Might have mistaken at some characters that i don't know well.
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
He likely wouldn't understand immediately, perhaps thinking you misspoken, but once it clicks, he is surprisingly intense.
He is naturally aggressive and uses the moment to mark you as his own. He might use Rashomon for light bondage.
He appreciates the warmth, often pulling you close to his chest and biting softly.
While usually demanding, if he feels you are truly in need, he will switch to a more protective, yet still intense, form of intimacy.
Osamu Dazai
He loves to toy with you, especially if you are in public. He’ll make you blush with filthy whispers or by touching you under the table.
He is unashamedly into it and will immediately entertain your needs, taking you to a quiet spot for action.
He enjoys being your "favorite person" and will get defensive if anyone tries to make you uncomfortable.
He is focused on making you feel good, sometimes to the point of teasing you until you can't take it anymore.
Nikolai Gogol
He reacts with high energy, probably laughing loudly before diving into the situation.
He is demanding, wanting to "tear the bed apart" and loves the chaos of the moment.
He will likely turn the situation into a spectacle, making it feel like a high-stakes, wild experience.
Edgar Allan Poe
He will likely stumble over his words, his face going bright red, before giving in to the moment.
He can be quite submissive, asking if he can touch you or if he can come inside you, getting more confident as he sees you are serious.
Despite his timid nature, once he lets go, he is incredibly passionate and, in some scenarios, a bit rough.
Atsushi Nakajima
He is likely to become very flustered and shy, perhaps stumbling over his words or blushing deeply when faced with such directness.
His main priority is your comfort. He is incredibly sweet and will constantly check in to ensure that the pace of the interaction feels right for you.
He expresses his devotion through gentle physical touch and sincere words, making sure you feel cared for and heard.
Ranpo Edogawa
He often reacts with a smirk, though he already knew what you were going to say before you said it.
He enjoys being the center of your world and might use the opportunity to tease you or challenge you to keep up with his wit.
He is highly intuitive and prides himself on knowing exactly how to make you happy, often turning romantic moments into a game where he ensures he is the one providing the most joy.
Sorry if it's not as good as some might had expected... I'm trying to get better y'all.
- You are probably the only one he shares his snacks with.
- He is the worlds greatest detective, so if you have a problem just tell him and he will help you right away! he knew your problem before you even told him.
- He mostly calls you by your first name, nicknames wouldnt really be frequent with him.
- Loves having his head in your lap. And if you run your fingers through his hair? Oh he is gone.
- He loves physical touch, he has to be touching you in some way! (Holding your hand, kissing you in public ect..)
- Ranpo is not really a small spoon, he is more like a switch. So, its whatever you prefer.
- He is a huge brat, so dont expect him to lisen to you much.
- Whines a LOT. Expect him to rant to you about his day, the morons he had to work with, how he ran out of chips....
- Remembered every little thing about you. Your favorite snack? Remembered. Your favorite shirt? Remembered. Even your favorite pen that you use at work? He has it all in remembered and stored away in his brain.
- Overall Ranpo is a very sweet and affectionate lover, with a huge sweet tooth as well.
• EDGAR ALLAN POE
- Before you two started dating he most likely wrote a ton of novels about his love for you, but he'd rather die than let you find out.
- Poe is a very introverted and shy person, so getting him to show affection anywhere besides closed doors is extremily difficult.
- It took him around two weeks to hold your hand in public. He was flustered the whole day after that.
- Ranpo hears him gush about you every single day, he keeps telling Poe that he is so easy.
- If both of you are shy, it was likely Ranpo who set you up.
- He loves dates at simple and quiet spaces where both of you can be yourselves, so most of them will be at bookstores or nice little caffees.
- Would love it if you get along with Karl. Except for Ranpo, Karl is his only friend, so him enjoying your presence would make Poe happy.
- If there is something you wish to buy you are getting it in a secound. Money is everything but a problem for Poe, so he thinks spoiling his beloved is the least he can do.
- He enjoys reading his novels to you too, but you couldnt read them alone, he is too scared of you getting sucked into a book with around 100 killers on the loose.
- Some of his main characters are based off you, he wants to have a part of you even in his books.
A/N: I was quite busy the last few weeks but I finally found time to finish this. Thank you anon for the request, I hope you have a wonderfull day!
title: morning view
pairing: poe dameron x pilot!reader
rating: r ; explicit
summary: it was your fault , really — for lingering just a bit longer than you usually would that morning .
x-post: here .
content: smut . morning sex . cunnilingus . v fingering . p in v sex . non-canon .
erm — happy nude rear happy new year ? heh
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Your forehead pressed against the wall and brows pinched, you let out an unfettered moan. Your fingers claw at the micro-plastered make, nails digging crudely for the verbal ricochets of your utter pleasure.
An unabashed sob escapes your lips, as the other hand comes down swiftly to tighten around the headboard, knuckles turning white. Down there, between your legs, the frantic flicks of Poe’s tongue over your sensitive bud intensify. The definitive suction of his hot mouth laps greedily — slurps obscenely loud, at the gush of wetness he manages to steal out of you.
“Hng-ughhh…” you dip your head into the square of your arms, and catches that playful glint in his eyes staring up at you — dark pupils blown wide, bold as fucking brass.
Without breaking eye contact, he nuzzles his smirking face deeper into your pussy. The tip of his tongue twirls figure-eights around your clit, complemented with a guttural hum that reverberates through your very bones, spreads wildfire up the column of your neck and down, down to your very core — there.
“I-I’m — I’m close…” you barely choke out, squirming.
He knows that — his shining eyes convey so. He moans into you, practically suffocating himself with your heady scent, nib-sucking at your bud — manically. His desperate fingers bite down on your plump arse cheeks, keeping you locked tight above him. He presses your mound flush against his furnace — pulling at the devastating string at the pit of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter.
Eyes closed achingly, you throw your head back toward the ceiling, and let out a long, whining exhale. You are shaking, so out of control — so loud that if anyone were to walk past your shared quarters then, they would’ve heard how Poe is unravelling you.
//
It was your fault, really — for lingering just a bit longer than you usually would that morning. Always the one waking up two hours earlier, you would’ve been on the tarmac by now; gotten your morning caf and all set for your routine drills by the time Poe stumbles into the hangar, sleep barely rubbed from his eyes.
But, that morning, he was half awake when you stepped out of the ‘fresher, a towel wrapped around your wet skin. A head full of tousled bed hair and dazed eyes, he’d smiled up at you from the folds of the sheets — and you’d tipped your head at him, indulging in the visual tipple that had you feeling just a bit dizzy.
You’d gone to him, cradled his head in the bend of your elbow, showering him with kisses — on his forehead, his slackened brows, his angular nose and soft lips. He’d wrapped his arms around your torso, drawing you down to him until he could take purposeful whiffs of your hair that smells of sandalwood, and taste your bare shoulders laced with his body wash, licking languidly and sending shivers down to your bare core.
“I gotta go,” you mumbled into his hair. “I’m running late.”
Poe had hummed in protest, burying his face in the crook of your neck; his embrace ever tighter as you tried to weasel out of his arms.
Before you knew it, you’d both ended up in a tussle laced with fits of giggles as he tried to wrestle you back to bed. The tumbling about had loosened the towel around you, and you’d somehow had the bright idea of clambering over him to break free.
Next thing you knew, he’d wriggled down your body until he was face-to-face with your crotch, eating you out.
//
You let out another shaky whimper, hissing through the hard bite on your lower lip; when the flat of his tongue laves along your folds fluttering excitably to his diligent rhythm. His fingers sink into you, knuckle deep — jerking at that sweet, sweet spot inside of you, each tap bringing renewed waves of arousal washing up to your shores again and again.
Your hand releases promptly from the headboard, fingers grabbing at his sweaty curls — finally taking charge of the situation. You are too close, and you can’t take it anymore!
You squeeze your eyes shut, and rut your pelvis against his mouth, his tongue, his teeth — chasing after your high; until you shatter on top of him with a high-pitched shriek.
Poe claws at the meat of your trembling thighs, groaning satiably at your abundant release. The lump on his neck bobs up and down acutely, as he drinks in all that you have to offer — like the heavens opening up, and rains down on his desert land after centuries of drought.
Tears sting your closed eyes, and all you can hear is your thunderous heartbeat in your hot ears. You barely even register him licking strips after strips up your quivering sex. Barely even notice his butterfly kisses trailing up your heaving body — your stomach and your breasts, the curved juncture between your shoulder and your neck; as he clambers into a sitting position in your shaking arms, boxing himself in your warm embrace, pulling you onto his lap.
Your panting mouth meets his smiling lips, reddened from all the hard work moments ago. You purr into his mouth — kriff, you taste so good upon his listless tongue.
You grab onto his face to deepen the kiss, resolute in savouring more of yourself in his mouth; fingers groping at his morning stubble, drenched with your sweet release.
“You’re a bad influence — Commander,” you breathe, hips canting submissively against his hardened cock, finally coming in delicious contact with your pussy, still throbbing from the aftershock.
Poe growls, unrestrained, and nibs at your lower lip; catches you by surprise when he slots his fingers gingerly back into your puckered hole, persistent in their ruinous ministrations. No slowing down to build the momentum back up, just straight up functioning on the same accelerated level, picking up where he last left you on the plateau of respite.
“Fuck! Poe, wai—ughhhh!” you whine, fingers clamping down on his clammy biceps; unaware that there are still miles to go until the pinnacle — oh, he’s not done with you yet.
“Cum for me again — huh, baby?” Poe grunts, his hand closing possessively at the nape of your neck; keeping you trapped as his hot mouth suckle ardently at the spot behind your earlobe that he knows make your toes curl.
“I know you have another one in you,” you can hear the cocky grin, as he picks up speed between your thighs; blaringly loud with the wet, obscene squelches harmonising to your sobbing mewls.
Your second orgasm squirts all over his waist, before he plasters your convulsing body against his — slick-coated fingers softening to a slightly languid rhythm.
“There she is…” He chuckles smugly against the shell of your ear.
You are — spent; it’s not even mid-day yet, and you still have to head outside this room like you intended to an hour ago for Resistance-related duties — run flight drills, do maintenance on your X-wing, and the likes.
As if having read your mind, Poe’s eyes pool dark, as he throws his heavy arms around your waist. His plush lips flutter across yours — each breath a terrible distraction, as he plants his feet on the bed, and presses his thick, sweaty thighs against your back.
You whimper helplessly when you feel him rub his cum-slicked tip along your folds, sending tingling sparks down your spine; lathering you up once, and twice — before he drives himself to the hilt into your pussy.
You cry out to the heavens, singing incomprehensible praises the glorious feeling of him filling you to the brim; as his muffled grunts like fervent prayers mouthed quietly against the bob of your exposed neck.
His hips roll expertly under you, quickly gaining speed as he fucks up into your weeping cunt; every thrust punctuating that spot in you like the straight-shooting starfighter pilot that he is — so crippling that you have to wrap your arms around his ears for purchase, burying his heated face deep between the valley of your heaving breasts.
Until finally — you scrape your nails deep into his scalp to brace yourself, coming with stars exploding behind your shuttered eyelids.
A couple of stuttering pumps after, Poe follows suit — shuddering; his mouth clamping onto one of your nipples to smother his profound groan, as he spills deep and warm inside of you.
//
“Would you hurry up — Commander?” You scold over your shoulder, smirking.
A few sauntering steps behind you, Poe shakes his head.
“Hold your tauntaun, sweetheart — it’s a beautiful day out,” he says, tongue licking across his lazy grin, as his head tilts at your arse. “I wanna take my time — enjoy this morning view.”
You whip your head back around, face burning hot as you quicken your steps; finding it impossible to hide the foolish smile spreading upon your lips.
“Well, look who decided to show up — finally,” Snap calls out to his commander as you stride past him to your X-wing parked next to Poe’s, where your tech waits with a cup of caf that’s gone cold.
“Snap — back so soon?” Poe greets, slapping his squadron mate’s shoulder as he walks by.
“Shame you missed the view up there earlier,” Black Two says. “Storm clouds’ve cleared enough to catch an asteroid shower.”
“I doubt that,” you almost jump when you hear Poe right next to you, his hand already snatching the caf from your grip and drains it with a large gulp.
He leans in for a quick but thorough kiss on your lips, silencing you to mere giggles before you can say anything witty.
“Caught the best view I’ve ever seen just this morning,” Poe murmurs low — his hooded gaze lingering; sending shivers down your spine, down there.
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Air Force Pilot!Poe Dameron x Reader (Modern AU)
Summary: You are frenemies with Poe until he makes you realise that there is more to your bickering than annoyance...
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Poe Dameron x Reader
Summary: BB8 and his new friend decide that their humans need help…
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It was poor Poe's first time this intimate with someone, and you promised you'd make him feel 'so good' so why would he doubt you? After the first round he whimpered but after you begged he folded. Allowing you to soothingly push his thighs back against his chest to make the dildo in his ass hit his prostate.
You both are still in the same position, however tears roll down his flushed skin.
"T-that-f-fuh-feels s'good" Poe whimpers out as his heavy, abused, cock twitches in your hand. His hoarse voice raises a pitch and his hips rut up. "Pl-please... m-muh-my R-rose." A sob wracks his body. "S'good-t-to gu-good." Poe's eyes screw shut as he dry cums, body heaving when you relentlessly jerk him off again. Hand fast and thorough, knowing all the right spots that he didn't even.
"Just one more love?" You kindly whisper the phrase for the tenth time. "Please baby? Just one more and I'll stop." A pout forms on his mouth as his ass quivers around the thick dildo.
"It h-hu-hurts s'bad, n-needa~ahhh!" A choked out moan interrupts him.
"Something wrong my darling?" You hold the vibrating control of the dildo in your hand, screen of the phone taunting him. Poe cant even speak and instead shakes his head rapidly, saying 'no' to the pleasure but you take advantage of the barrier. "So you can handle one more, hm?" Your kisses and lips latch around his hard nipples.
Ranpo teased him about his limp all of the next day.
Imagine Poe receiving news that you didn’t ‘check in’ while on a mission…
“The designated time was missed. We have to assume that they’re either compromised or not returning.”
That’s what Poe had been told. He had snapped at the messenger in public view for losing hope. It was unfair, he knew that. But it didn’t stop him until he was escorted from the base and left on the tarmac.
“We’re sorry, Dameron.” They told him sympathetically.
Sorry? You were missing and everyone was acting as if you were… no. Poe refused to feed the worst-case scenario. But as quickly as he shut that option down, the next thirty horrible possibilities presented themselves to him.
After all, you were Force-sensitive and a rebel. Stars, he was so paralysed with fear that he stumbled into a bench and sat down.
“I’ve sent out an extraction team.” The wise voice of General Organa said. He didn’t notice her arrival - a selfish part didn’t care. There was a quiet moment of silence before she spoke again. “Poe, the transmission was missed over two hours ago. It could be possible that they’re on their way back to base.”
Hope. That’s what she was trying to give him. Poe was trying to hold on but it was slipping.
“We’re supposed to get married.” He whispered into the air. The chained ring around his neck burning into his skin. It should be on your finger. “I can’t… Y/n is my life.”
Leia nodded. “I know, Poe.”
And for the next few minutes, the universe felt quiet. His mind danced between a horror and your smile, another horror and your laugh.
“Poe.” It was so faint like a whisper in the wind. His head was already betraying him. “Poe?” There it was again. If this was his descent to madness then he never wanted to be fixed. He would let your voice drive him further into insanity so long as he could remember the sound.
There was a nudge into his ribs. Gently shaken from his mind, Poe’s eyes focused and stared at the rebels on the tarmac. They were slowing down. He must be hazy.
No, they were stopping to let someone pass.
That’s when he saw it - saw you. Battered and bleeding, limping across the strip towards him and no one else.
His heart stopped. Poe knew it had because he didn’t think he was breathing. He leapt to his feet and ran. It could have been a hallucination, a trick of the mind, but he didn’t care. He would walk into a trap willingly if it meant a chance to be with you.
Your body collided with his. Heat and smoke filled his nose but there, under all of that, he found the one scent that he associated with you - earthy, delicate, magical.
Stars, he would drown in it if you let him. Drown, water… Poe noticed a dampness on his shirt and he realised that you were sobbing against his chest. Were you in pain? Was it relief?
A small crowd had formed and he briefly noticed a pilot running over to the older woman at his side. “They just took off. I couldn’t get a statement, General.” The pilot had said. He continued speaking but Poe tuned it out. His sole focus was you. He wrapped his arms around you that bit tightly, careful not to cause a wince or groan. He couldn’t let you go. Not after fearing the worst and feeling a phantom loss.
Your body began to grow heavy and Poe’s stomach dropped.
“Medic!” Someone shouted.
And in the next few minutes, Poe lost you to the rebel doctors as they lowered you onto a stretcher and carted you into the base for emergency treatment. Arms empty once again, his mind began to click into place. He had glimpsed the bruising of your skin, the small lacerations sealed with dried blood and it was enough.
“Poe, I know that look. What are you planning?” Leia frowned, taking note of the way his fists had tightened and jaw had set.
Poe stared at his general. “Don’t try and stop me.” He instructed and stormed off, a blaze of fury trailing after him.
Leia let out a heavy exhale. She couldn’t let him fly out with such rage. It was too dangerous. A comforting presence stood beside her and rubbed her back to ease the headache that was starting to bloom.
“I’ll stop him from getting in that cockpit.” Han said. “But he’s not wrong. If that was you, I would rip through the stars at lightspeed to get justice.”
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A/n: One gif that held so much creative power. It’s 11:56pm and I’ve abandoned sleep to bring you angst. I know it’s not my finest work but I’m too exhausted to fix it. Enjoy! x
