onlydoubts | open rp post

The mission goes off as planned, and he’s all the more grateful because it’s been a rough week of planning leading up to it, and even though it was something he’s done a million times, the amount of logistic bullshit involved had been making him lose sleep. He reaches the extraction point just as Bodhi swoops in closely—skillfully, as always.

Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.

“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”

Adjusting to the rule of the Rebellion was no different, in Galen's opinion, than adjusting to the ever-encroaching rule of the Empire had been. Like in his laboratory, he was watched constantly, and he knew that he would be held for trial should a new republic arise for his work upon the Death Star. It had destroyed Jedha, blew a crater so big into the planet that it had created a sort of ice age that would kill all life on the planet in time. It had destroyed Scarif, the waves of it rippling through the water yielding tsunamis that had devastated the islands, the buildings, and the lives of those who could not evacuate. And it had destroyed Alderaan with all of its power, blown the plant to cosmic dust and killed billions with but a single shot.

Which is why Galen wanders through the ancient temples long after dark, the twisting and narrow passages and small rooms converted to bunkers, storage, testing facilities. He was a stranger here, just as he had been on Coruscant. He was a captive, just as he had been on Valt. Certainly, some of the officers had thanked him for the flaw, for the weakness in the terrible machine he had wrought. But more had blamed him for creating the weapon. Even a few ex-imperials brought to the rebellion, like one former ISB agent named Kallus, avoided their association with him. For no matter what their sins had been, surely his was greater.

He was death. Destroyer of worlds.

But it appears he is not alone in his wanderings this night. At least not just him and his guard, some pilot or another who's name he kept forgetting due to their silence. He spots another pilot, far more familiar, and their name slips off his tongue as easy as water off an aquatic avian's feathers.

"Bodhi."

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He could feel the warmth of Cassian's hand through the layers of blankets and found himself almost instantly, without thinking of it, leaning into it slightly. The room felt safer than his own had, like he'd left the shadows behind, and already he was feeling ... warm. Well, warmer.

Bodhi wasn't finished with his protests, though-- "Why don't we share? The blankets, I mean."

He flew Bodhi straight home to his house that night.

He tried (somewhat vainly) to take his mind off it, but in truth, Poe was raging on the inside. The hatred that he had built for Hux was just layered even more deeply. But for some reason, the more he tried to focus on hating Hux, the more it was replaced with just worrying about Bodhi. Who had hurt him didn't - actually matter as much as he thought it did.

Maeve was out and Finn was already asleep by the time they arrived, so Poe gave him the tour.

"And this is my room," He added as they stepped inside. It was extremely clean - his bed was made perfectly, to the point you could bounce a penny on it. His sheets, however, were covered in pictures of fighter jets from a cartoon called - simply - JETS!. He also had a bunch of models of different kinds of planes from this particular world - and one on his desk that looked like a few pieces of an X-Wing that he was putting together, commandeered from several other model kits. He was already taking off his jacket.

"You can bunk with me, if you want. Or I can take the couch, and you can take my bed, totally up to you. You thirsty?"

[The text arrived fairly late at night - or - maybe earlier in the morning. Poe wasn't great at paying attention to time even in the best of circumstances, and in this one? He was a little too excited to wait for daylight.]

Hey, Bodhi. You free tomorrow? I have something I want to show you.

It had been nearly two years since he and Bodhi had met, and over a year since he had taken it upon himself to ensure his friend's happiness by any means possible. He'd helped him writing his dating bio, took endless pictures of him, screened the candidates (discreetly, of course) and supported him through his fledgling romance.

He'd been a staunch supporter the entire time.

Now it was the wedding day and Poe was fiddling with his tie, standing with Cassian and Kay at the side of the hall.

He should be feeling triumphant. He didn't. Instead, he felt queasy, like the first time he had crash landed a ship. His brain was screaming at him that he had fucked something up, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Bodhi looked good. Great, even, which Poe had made sure of by helping him pick out his suit. He beamed over at him, trying to force the queasiness away by feigning the happiness he should be feeling. He didn't get to see if Bodhi looked back, because at that moment the bride came in.

Poe liked her. Loved her, almost, like a sister, now. She was perfect for Bodhi and she was beautiful and kind, soft edges and quiet smiles, and she adored him. It was - or at least, it should have been - the perfect wedding.

He was glad he wasn't the one giving the rings. Thank the Force for Cassian. So all he had to do was stand off the side and pretend to be elated and hope that he got over the queasiness before he actually had to talk to anyone. He went through the wedding in a sort of daze, unable to look directly at the couple, or listen to the speeches, or the pronouncements. He'd written his own, of course, but it was for the reception. Not now. So it lay folded in his breast pocket. He'd taken weeks to say exactly the right thing. Bodhi being able to have the life he'd always deserved. Being able to be happy.

He didn't watch the kiss, his eyes sliding just off to the side as the pit sunk into his stomach. It wasn't that he hadn't seen them kiss before - even just pecks - but the finality to this one wrenched his chest. Before he knew it, it was all over, and he was shaking hands, smiling at people, not feeling a thing.

He flew to the reception alone. Everyone else took cars, and normally he would offer a ride, but he needed the air.

By the time he got there, he was finally starting to figure out his mistake.

He was an idiot.

He was the biggest idiot the galaxy had ever known. And there was nothing he could do about it.

He tried to avoid Bodhi, but it was impossible - Bodhi had arrived first, and was in the doorway, chatting to someone, when Poe finally landed. He forced a smile on his face as he stepped up toward him.

Get it together, Dameron.

"Congratulations, Buddy."

It had been two months, since the Porter had gone offline for good. And before that, the number of port outs had risen dramatically - even just days before it all shut down.

They'd barely had enough time to process the loss before he and Bodhi were the only ones left. No Kaytoo, no Cassian, no Leia, no Finn - so many, gone in the blink of an eye. It was too much to process all at once, so Poe just kind of - hadn't. Rather than grieving, he'd doubled down on his protective streak. It wasn't that Bodhi had actually agreed to let Poe move in with him, exactly, so much as Poe just kept staying over and then sort of never left. Bodhi had a tendency to fall asleep literally everywhere, and Poe had started picking up the habit, too. If he saw Bodhi asleep on something, half the time he just curled up next to him, regardless of where or when or why.

Which was why, on the second month anniversary of the Porter's destruction, Poe was laying just next to Bodhi on the couch, one arm lazily looped over the man's midriff, his forehead pressed firmly into Bodhi's spine while he dozed.

[ there have been days in which luke is pretty sure the only reason he's survived is because bodhi was there to keep him from giving up. his rock, honestly; his inspiration and his hero even after the years they've been together now. sometimes he still wakes up in the morning surprised that this is his life now-- forever, hopefully, until they pass into the force together.

luke has heavy responsibilities, of course; as the last jedi, sometimes it seems as if the entire galaxy is waiting for him to found a new temple. it makes him feel selfish, trying to have a family when the future of the jedi rests on him, but one of the many excellent qualities of his husband is the fact that he can cut through the completely ridiculous guilt and anxiety better than anyone. luke skywalker is a person, too, and deserves the same things any other person does.

still, their decision to have a child wasn't something they'd jumped into the way other couples often do. there had been a lot to consider, especially considering the inevitable future.

after decades of war, though, there were a lot of war orphans in the galaxy, children who'd lost parents not just to the empire, but sometimes to the alliance as well. and few planets had suffered quite like jedha, the first victim of the death star and bodhi's home. .. in the end, it had been jedha that had convinced them.

it's a little into the afternoon and things are quiet because the twins are taking a nap. luke had been watching his spouse do artoo's maintenance while the little droid grumbled about it as usual, but had disappeared at some point in the middle of it. now he comes padding back into their living space with rani on his hip, the little boy's thumb lodged firmly in his mouth as he rests his head sleepily on luke's shoulder.

the blond offers a quick smile as artoo warbles a soft query, bending just as rani starts reaching out to bodhi. ]

Hey Baba, someone wanted you. Gita's still sleeping. [ one of the many good things about being married to a jedi: you don't need baby monitors. ]

Edited 2018-03-23 18:09 (UTC)

[Poe wouldn't have been exactly been able to explain what led up to it. Months of slightly longer, lingering touches - finger tips resting against an arm for no reason save for the want of connection. Silences that grew a little heavier, every time. The slight hitch of a breath during the viewing of a movie, curled against each other, where Poe was suddenly far more aware of Bodhi's body than he'd been seconds before.

The affection, the love - that had been steady and constant and not something that Poe either questioned or thought too deeply about. Family, he had told himself, and that was how he'd made sense of it. But Family didn't make his heart skip a beat when they met his eyes and family didn't make him want to lean in and steal a kiss from sleeping lips and family certainly, certainly, didn't slip into his dreams at night and leave him breathless and confused when he woke up the next morning. But the build had been so slow that he hadn't managed to dissect it, hadn't even managed to think about it.

So when Bodhi had broken his ankle, and Poe had teased about kissing it better, it hadn't been intended as a gateway to more than that. But that fist kiss against Bodhi's ankle had been far too meaningful for what it was, far too reverential, and Poe hadn't been able to stop himself from shifting up and taking a kiss from Bodhi's lips, instead.

By the time Poe fully registered what was happening, his mouth was working against Bodhi's throat, lips pressing to skin again and again as his breath came in shorter, shallower gasps. They hadn't quite managed to actually discard their clothes, but Poe had still managed to get his hand gripped around Bodhi's cock, stroking it almost worshipfully as he kissed the man's neck, his own pressed hard against the seam of his jeans, the fly fully open but his undwear still keeping him trapped, the bulge straining useless at cloth. He pressed another hard kiss to Bodhi's throat, then his collar bone, then to his chest, shifting his body down as he strokes, his laps making a clear line south.]

[the alternate continuation of this thread.]

[He stopped painting as soon as he saw Ace, pushing the dummy off his lap so that he could put his arms out to embrace the dog, who did so with enthusiasm. It was also a helpful way to keep Poe from actually having to look Bodhi in the eye when the man approached.

He wilted a little, as Bodhi jumped straight to the point, a guilty look crossing his face. Damn it.]

Yeah, I -- Yeah. I remember. I'm sorry, Bud. I'm not going to let myself get that way again. No more drinking, not for a while, anyway.

I didn't... [He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally standing up.]

The last thing I want to do it hurt you, I just- misunderstood.

[ It had been senseless, really. Violence against ImPorts was rare, but not unheard of - most people weren't stupid or desperate enough to try anything against highly powered individuals. Bodhi's abilities weren't defensive in nature, and while he could actually defend himself in a fight, it wouldn't matter if there was more than one person versus him. Or if they had a weapon and he did not.

It had started - well, he'd heard a woman needing help in an alley. Sounded as though she'd been mugged, someone had taken her purse. He'd pulled out his phone had gone to investigate and promptly had two attackers on him, causing him to drop the phone. There was a glint of sharp metal, and a stabbing pain in his gut as one of the men twisted the knife while the other went through his pockets. A set up, he realizes a moment too late, and he'd fallen for it.

He'd laugh at his own stupidity, if it didn't hurt so much. And someone should know, so it wasn't a stranger stumbling on his body, his friends would know what had happened - instead of wondering where he'd gone off to. Swallowing, he reaches his phone with bloody fingers and leaves a hurried message to Poe.

His location. ]

pilot + agent

POST R1/ANH YAVIN IG?

for candor1

au after bodhi tells him that he got killed and poe takes him home

fluff tiiiime

Wedding AU - aka poe the homewrecker

Last of the Real Ones - MoM AU

you know what this is

almost posted this in ic contact, woops - MoM slightly future AU?

MoM AU - Post Kiss

mom verse - angst and shit