“Touchdown”
(Poe Dameron x Reader — reunion after a long mission)
The Resistance base never felt colder than when Poe was off-world.
You told yourself it was just in your head. The heating still worked, people still buzzed around hangars and control rooms, BB-8 still rolled around chirping. But without him, it was like your whole rhythm went silent.
He was gone longer this time. Weeks. A mission that spiraled, radio silence, and too many sleepless nights staring at the stars, praying to whoever was listening that he was still under the same sky.
And then — the call.
A landing.
His ship.
You didn’t run to the hangar — you flew. Boots barely touching the metal floors, heart slamming against your ribs like it was ready to launch into hyperspace without you.
He stepped off his X-Wing covered in dirt, cuts, and exhaustion, but that smile—that Poe Dameron smile—lit up his face the second he saw you.
You didn't wait.
You launched yourself into his arms, nearly knocking him over. His laughter rumbled in your ear as his arms tightened around you, one hand cradling the back of your head like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go.
“I missed you,” you breathed against his shoulder, words breaking.
He kissed your temple, your cheek, anywhere his lips could reach without letting you go. “You have no idea.”
BB-8 chirped loudly in protest, spinning excitedly near your feet. Poe chuckled and leaned back just enough to look into your eyes.
“I’m home,” he said.
And you believed it — because his arms felt like home, no matter what star system you were under.