#beedameron

I’m the best and you’re the best, too. We’re all the best. One on one, no First Order pilot can come close to us. Bang, bang, boom, boom, we win.

You woke abruptly, heart drumming a tattoo against your ribcage as the last fragments of the nightmare that'd disturbed your rest slowly ebbed away; you sat up straight, the duvet bunching around your hips as you buried your face into your hands, a deep sigh falling from your lips.

Immediately, the figure beside you stirred - he always was a light sleeper, a habit you guessed he'd had to pick up in his time in the service - mumbling your name in question; when you didn't respond beyond a low grunt, Santiago sat up straight, scooting closer to you as he ran his hand down the span of your back soothingly.

You both stayed like that for awhile; he didn't question you further, knew you sometimes had nightmares just like did, but when he noticed you stifling another yawn, Santiago gently poked you in the side where he knew you were ticklish, and murmured, "C'mere, you to need to sleep.”

You acquiesced, snuggling into his arms as you both fell back against the pillows: he didn't promise to keep the nightmares away, because you both knew that was an empty promise, but having his arms around you was enough, and you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, and his lips pressed gently against your forehead.

Among the stars, Poe Dameron strives to serve the New Republic he has always believed in as sinister powers threaten to break his resolve.