Don't Forget (Poe Dameron x reader)
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X X X
(Y/n) and Ben Solo were both strong with the force, but unlike Ben, she wasn’t obsessed with it.
Her parents had sent Ben away with their uncle Luke when he said he wanted to train as a jedi. They offered her the training as well, but she refused. She’d rather train with her father and became a pilot. She spent years and years of her life inside the millennium falcon. When the falcon was stolen, she was devastated, but she eventually moved on and chose an X-wing.
The time Ben turned to the dark side, it was the worst time in her life. Han Solo left her and Leia, blaming himself for what happened. Luke went missing.
(Y/n) had lost her brother, uncle, and father in a matter of days.
Soon after that, The First Order started attacking the new republic, and that’s why (Y/n) and Leia started recruiting resistance pilots.
(Y/n) was the best pilot into the resistance. Until he came.
She was recruiting pilots from Yavin 4 when she met him.
“What’s you’re name?” (Y/n) had asked him the first time he met. He was cute, she thought.
“Dameron,” he answered with a wide grin, like a kid on his first day of school, “Poe Dameron.”
“All right, Poe, let’s see what you’ve got,” she had answered.
He climbed in the X-wing and lifted off.
He was good, (Y/n) thought.
But she was proven wrong as soon as Poe flew through his first obstacle.
He was really good.
He went through the track with ease. He didn’t even come close to hitting anything, something (Y/n) could never do on this godawful obstacle.
He came out of the fighter plane, his hair ruffled with a confident smile that said ‘I know I impressed you.’
It was the only thing she said that day.
Soon after Poe was recruited, he became the best pilot in the resistance, making (Y/n) fall for the second spot. She tried to hate him, she really did, but she just can’t.
She even became Poe’s best friend.
Her feelings grew for him over the years but she kept it hidden in fear that he did not return them.
X X X
She joined the fight against the first order that day.
No matter how many attacks they triggered on the x-wing, none of them hit her, because she knew the fighter plane in the back of her hand. She maneuvered sideways, making the blast that came from the first order fighter hit one of its own.
“Well done, (Y/n),” praised Poe through the headpiece. “Thanks,” she said confidently, the color red creeping into her cheeks. She can’t help but notice that Poe ever only congratulated her on a perfect maneuver, never anyone else.
She shook herself out of her thoughts. Get your head back in the game, (Y/n), she thought to herself.
And suddenly she felt it. A sudden pang in her chest like a rope was snapped and all the connections were lost. Something empty; something wrong with the force. She didn’t exactly know what it was but her mind went blank. She lost something, she knew, but she couldn’t tell what she lost.
“(Y/n)?(Y/n)!” someone shouted in her head. Who was it? Why does the voice sounded so familiar.
She snapped back into her self to find out that she was plummeting down. She frantically pulled the controller and lifted herself back up. She heard a sigh on the other end of the line.
“I-I’m sorry I was… distracted,” (Y/n) said, trying to explain the accident that nearly took her life.
X X X
That connection, that goddamn snapped connection was Han Solo.
How could she not have known?
When Rey told her what happened, she felt a hollowness in her heart, that she could finally understand what, or rather who, she was missing, along with the realization that she’ll never get him back.
Han was just never her father, he was also a mentor, a teacher, and someone to look up to.
Her father’s death really shook her.
The feeling strongest in her was guilt; guilt that she never went after her father, guilt that she was celebrating her victory over the starkiller base when her father was killed.
By her own brother.
She sworn that day that whoever he is now, he is not her brother, and she will bring Ben back from the ashes of Kylo Ren.
X X X
“General Organa,” saluted Poe. “Have you seen (Y/n)?”
“She’s in her room,” Leia said blankly. She could see that the general was scared. She was scared of losing (Y/n) after everyone else she lost. (Y/n) was her anchor in the world. All hope that’s left of in her. “Don’t bother. She won’t talk to anybody. Not Rey, not beebee-ate, not threepio. Not even me.” she said that last part with pain, like a thousand needles prickling her voice.
“I’ll have to try, general.”
X X X
A knock sounded on her door.
(Y/n) decided to ignore it. Must’ve been Rey again, or the annoying threepio who couldn’t help her grief, or beebee-ate trying to roll through her door. Or maybe it was Leia.
The knock sounded again. Man, whoever was behind the door was stubborn.
“Go away, mom,” she stiffled a cry from under her breath.
“It’s me, (Y/n),” said a familiar, soothing voice. “Poe,” she whispered under her breath. “Go away,” she urged him.
“No,” he said stubbornly from behind the door, “even if you don’t let me in, I’ll stay out here all day to annoy you.”
A soft click after a fair amount of silence was heard from the door as it slid open. “What do you want?” asked (Y/n). Her hair was messy, and her eyes were red from crying. She had a frown on her face.
But yet, he still thought she looked beautiful.
“I just want to talk,” said Poe. (Y/n) sighed and stepped away to let him in. When he got in, he did something unexpected.
He hugged her.
It was one of those hugs where they seem to melt into each other. His arms gripped her, leaving her breathless as he held onto her. (Y/n) lost track of where her body stops and Poe’s begin. With one last choking squeeze, Poe let her go, looking at fresh tears that stained her face.
But she didn’t want to let go.
This time, it was (Y/n) who embraced Poe, wrapping her arms around his neck as she engulfed herself into his shoulders, silently sobbing. Poe returned her gesture almost immediately, and it was clear neither of them would ever want to let go.
They stood there in each others’ arm, not saying a word, but Poe knows what she wants.
“Don’t let go,” begged (Y/n) urgently, softly digging her nails into his back. “I won’t,” He reassured.
“Stay with me,” sobbed (Y/n). Her voice was raspy, it almost sounded like a low growl, “Stay with me and make me forget about my father. Make me forget about my brother. Make me forget about my uncle. Make me forget about everyone. Everyone.”
Poe ran his fingers through her hair. They were not the softest hair Poe ever felt. Her hair was rough, worn out by battle and the helmets she put on her head and the radiation and smoke she worked with, but Poe did not care. It was hers, and everything about her makes him fall in love deeper every time. “Even me?” Asked Poe gently, “Do you want to forget about me, too?” There was a sharp edge in his voice, the kind of edge that can cut through glass.
“No,” she whispered quietly, “Not you.”
Poe smiled and kissed her forehead and breathed, “You don’t have to forget.” Poe pulled his head back to look at her tear-stained face, but his arms were still around her. “Do you who I see in your eyes?” Poe asked her.
“My father,” she guessed, a little choking sound at the edge, “Everyone always tells me that I have his eyes.”
To her surprise, Poe shook his head. “I see you, (Y/n),” said Poe, caressing her cheeks. “Han had the eyes of someone who regretted that he had forgotten so much. You have the eyes of someone who wants to forget,” Poe trailed her jaw gently, “Don’t forget, (Y/n). Don’t make the mistakes your father made. Make him-.”
Poe trailed off, afraid of what effect the word he was about to say brings to (Y/n).
That word echoed in her head endlessly, drowning in her thoughts. That was all she ever wanted to do. Make her father proud. “I want to,” (Y/n) gulped, lowering her head in the process,“Make him proud.”
“He already is,” Poe assured, tilting her head back into its original position, “I saw it in his eyes.”
For the first time that day, (Y/n)’s eyes twinkled. “You think so?”
Poe nodded and lifted his other hand to her cheek, so both of them were caressing her face. (Y/n)’s hand moved to his waist.
And hey stood there, not talking to each other, a cloak of silence separating them from everything else in the universe.
I love you, Poe wanted to say.
But he was going to save it for another moment.