#gingerpilotholiday2018

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2  <Chapter 3

A GingerPilot Fanfiction for the 2018 - 2019 GingerPilot Holiday Special (@gingerpilotholiday)

A/N: Thank you to the people who left notes on previous chapters! I’m going to be honest, I was planning on having this be one chapter per theme, but the themes have gotten very melded. Sorry to the people who would have liked that kind of structure. Anyway, I hope people like this next chapter.

Chapter 3: The Biology of the Red-Nosed Taun Taun

“Why taun tauns?”

Hux was watching the rolling credits for The Red-Nosed Taun Taun, his brow furrowed, his mouth stretched into a wince as if he were in deep agony. Poe’s request to watch a short seasonal holovid had seemed innocent enough, but after what felt like an eternity of excruciatingly cheerful songs and a cringeworthy script, Hux was beginning to suspect the pilot had gone back on his word about no torture.

“What was that, Hugs?” Poe asked. Hux had decided it was a lost cause to make Dameron abandon the puerile nickname. Of course, the pilot claimed that Hux had given up the fight after deciding he liked the pet name after all, a ridiculous proposition.

“Why does this Santa Claus fellow use taun tauns, of all creatures, to pull his sleigh?” Hux had been interrogating the plotline of The Red-Nosed Taun Taun for the entire length of the holovid. He’d never seen it before and was unimpressed by its screenplay.

“Because he lives on the North Pole of Hoth,” Poe explained. “And the taun tauns are magic. So, they can fly and stuff…”

“Wouldn’t change the fact that they are noisy and smell dreadful,” Hux said. “Not to mention that they are not well-suited to travel long distances. Fathiers, perhaps, but even then, neither should be able to fly, or travel through space. I suppose one could use magical Neebrays. I’ve heard that those can survive in some nebulas, but it would still be a very inefficient mode of transport.”

“Well, I’m sorry that Santa in this movie doesn’t travel in a Mandator Siege Star Destroyer,” said Poe.

“Mandator-class Siege Dreadnought, you mean.” Hux rolled his eyes. “The Mandator line was a line of Dreadnoughts, not Star Destroyers. I thought you’d know after that travesty with the Fulmanatrix, or perhaps you don’t even know what you blow up, but going back to what I was saying about Santa’s inefficient mode of transportation. Red light wouldn’t even be the best choice to increase visibility. I would suggest white light…”

“Whatever, Hugs…” Poe said. “Hey, can you lift your hand a little. I think I can get this arm free.”

Poe was struggling with a complicated knot of holiday lights encircling Hux’s wrist. He’d been working on freeing Hux from the armchair throughout the holovid but had made little progress. Apparently, BB-8 had extensive knowledge when it came to knots. The droid had refused to help untie the general, even after being bribed with premium droid biscuits and one of Poe’s blasters.

“How much longer is this going to take?” Hux groaned.

“I think I’m getting somewhere,” Poe replied. “Want to watch another holovid while you’re wait–”

“No.” Hux couldn’t remember ever wanting to avoid an event so vehemently, and that said something.

“You’re awfully grouchy for the holidays,” Poe remarked. “Really, you didn’t even think the Red-Nosed Taun Taun was a little cute? It’s a classic…”

“Classic doesn’t mean good.”

“True. Death Stars are classic, but yours didn’t work much better the third time.”

“That’s a low blow, Dameron, and you… ouch! Be careful, you imbecile!”

“Sorry, Hugs…” Poe said.

His latest attempt to loosen the matrix of lights seemed to have had the opposite effect. BB-8 made a series of amused beeps.

“Be nice, Buddy,” Poe told the droid, before turning back to Hugs. “Seriously, though. You must have enjoyed at least some of it. I know it was a little cheesy here and there, but it had its nice moments. Like the part where the Wampa that everyone fears ends up learning to be nice to people…”

“Wampas are bloodthirsty beasts,” Hux said. “Even the juveniles have the ability to rip a grown man’s body in two. I hear they hang their victims upside down in caves. If it’s a female wampa with cubs, she eats the flesh and then feeds the blood to her young.”

“Thank you for that pleasant information.”

Poe took a step back to examine the predicament. Hux’s luminous cocoon looked more impenetrable than ever.

“I don’t see why you can’t simply cut the lights, Dameron,” the general complained.

“That would ruin them,” Poe explained. “You know the Resistance only has so many holiday decorations. I don’t want us to run out.”

“If you had chosen the proper side of the war, you’d have more than enough decorations,” sniffed Hux. “Far better quality too, not like this gaudy monstrosity.”

Poe raised an eyebrow.

“I never thought the First Order was much into holiday celebrations,” he said. “I always thought you would be too busy conquering and burning and, what else do you like to do, oh yeah… pillaging.”

“We’re a refined military organization, not a band of pirates, Dameron,” Hux said. “So, yes, we do celebrate the New Year’s Fete Week. I have some very fond memories of Fete Week with Supreme Leader Snoke and Phasma. We really did make a beautiful family before Ren ruined it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” Poe chuckled. “What was it like? Did you run down the stairs in your pajamas at the crack of dawn the first day of Fete Week, excited to see who Santa had brought you to execute?”

“We had none of that Santa Claus bantha shit, thank you very much. But believe me, it was the closest thing to a joyful experience I have ever experienced.”

“Huh. I’m sorry I never had the privilege of seeing it.”

That was when Hux had an idea. He felt a flicker of excitement, the type he only got when he was about to order someone to fire the ventral cannons or when he was about to take a sip from a cup of artisan tarine tea.

“Would you like to see it, Dameron?” he asked. “So that you can know what you’ve missed by joining the loathsome Resistance?”

“See what? Your family Fete Week videos?”

“Precisely!” The eagerness in his voice took him aback. Perhaps he was just anxious to show Poe the life he was missing, not that he particularly wanted the pilot to join the First Order, and even if he did, it was for impersonal reasons, unrelated to loneliness or physical attractiveness. Or perhaps he was just desperate to get another holovid playing before Poe changed his mind about another round of magical flying taun tauns. “It’s on the First Order online archive. I can log in on your hologram projector.”

“Shouldn’t that be… er… classified or something?”

“It’s nothing of strategic importance. Just frivolous things. Good times with dear Supreme Leader Snoke.”

For reasons Hux did not understand, Poe appeared to be disturbed by the idea of family home holovids.

“Sounds charming, Hugs,” said the pilot. “But maybe we could watch something else? BB-8 said there’s a whole box of holovids. Have you ever seen the one about the singing snowman who came to life?”

Hux had seen a film about a snowman that came to life. It had been an Empire indie horror movie, the thought of which still made him shudder. Phasma had forced him to watch it. The story entailed a snowman which was possessed by the soul of a snowtrooper who’d perished in a storm. The rest of the holovid had featured enough gratuitous violence to give the general persistent nightmares, such that he’d requested to sleep in the throne room where it was safer for six nights afterwards (Supreme Leader Snoke had rejected his request). However, considering Dameron’s preference for toothache-inducing children’s films, Hux doubted they had the same snowman holovid in mind.

“No, I have not seen it, and I have no desire to do so,” Hux said. He looked down at the lights entwined around his body in despair. “Though I suppose I don’t have much of a choice. Very well then. You can subject me to your singing snowmen and horrible screenplays if that is to be part of our bargain.”

“What’s with you and everything being torture?” Poe chuckled. Hux felt his rage boil. The pilot even had the audacity to laugh about his misery. “This is supposed to be fun, Hugs.”

“I would rather die than watch any more singing snowmen and red-nosed taun tauns and wampas who put stars on Life Day trees instead of ripping people’s limbs off as is their natural state!” Hux declared.

“Okay, Hugs, relax,” Poe said. “No need to make this a life and death situation… you know, if you really want to, I guess we could watch one of your creepy home holovids.”

Hux eyed the pilot suspiciously.

“You would do that, Dameron?” he questioned.

“Yeah sure… I mean, you’ve had a rough day travelling across the galaxy and getting tied up and all…” Poe hesitated. “Not that I don’t think you deserve everything you’ve got, after all the death and destruction and screaming… but still. It’s the holidays. We can do something that makes you, er… happy?” Poe seemed uncertain whether the general was in fact capable of happiness.

So I really wanted to do fanfiction, but despite my good intentions (and the ideas that I came up with), I don’t think that’s gonna happen for any of my prompts. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to expand on these and turn them into full stories, but for now, you can just enjoy the idea and the brainstorm behind it. However, if anyone wants to make a fic off of any of these ideas, be my guest, just make sure to credit me. And then tag me so I can read it!!  

o  Idea – CrackFic! Making sure your significant other gets their gift in time for the holidays is difficult in any long-distance relationship. Being on opposite sides of an intergalactic war only complicates matters further.

Brainstorm 

- Both Hux and Poe have had a secret relationship for a while. They holocall when they can, and try desperately to line up their breaks so that they can have a few stolen days together

§  They find out that, despite their best efforts, they’ll have to work through the holidays (let’s just assume that there is some sort of intergalactic holiday, that everyone celebrates, okay?)

§  Each becomes determined to get the other the best present they can, after all the other person is the best thing to happen to them in a while, and they want the other person to know they care

§  Knowing that any sort of information about their own side is against the rules of their agreement; Hux gets Poe an X-wing charm that looks like Poe’s ship that can go on the chain with his mother’s ring, and a Galaxy’s Best Pilot shirt (Because he does have a sense of humor, thank you very much), while Poe gets Hux a beautiful pair of leather gloves with orange accents (hidden of course) and a cute cat toy for Millicent.

§  The problem both have is getting the gifts to their respective recipients without getting caught, because, you know, they’re on different sides of an intergalactic war.

§  Since they don’t know where the other is located, they despair at getting the gifts to the other on time for the holiday. Both become extremely mopey because of it.

§  When both sides find out that Ren and Rey have gone to confront each other (again, what is this the 3rd time in the past month!?) Both sides go rushing in to battle, and on his way out of the base, Poe grabs his gift for Hux

§  During the impromptu space battle, Poe sees the perfect chance to sneak aboard the star destroyer. All he’ll have to do get in, find Hux’s room, leave the gift, sneak out, and leave before he gets caught; easy.

§  Beyond all laws of physics, and battle tactics, Poe manages to land his ship aboard an empty port of the star destroyer. He quickly knocks out a stormtrooper and steals their uniform.

§  Hux gets a small alert on his pad telling him that an unauthorized craft has just landed in port, before he can order a squadron down there he sees that its Poe’s X-wing, he quickly erases the alert from all the computers, and then quickly orders a droid to retrieve the package he has in his quarters, directing it to put it in Poe’s X-wing

§  Meanwhile Poe is desperately trying to find Hux’s quarters, and is failing miserably, just when he is about to give up a droid approaches him, and asks if he needs any assistance.

§  Wary Poe goes to shoot the droid with the blaster, but the droid refers to him as flyboy (Which is Hux’s nickname for him) realizing that Hux must have sent the droid to help him (despite this going against their… agreement) He asks for directions to the general’s room.

§  The droid takes him there, and Poe leaves his gift on Hux’s bed, pets Millicent, and then quickly leaves hoping to get off the star destroyer as soon as possible.

§  The droid helps lead him back to the hanger, and in the last second distracts a contingent of stormtroopers from getting into the port and seeing Poe’s X-wing.

§  Poe scrambles out of the stormtrooper armor and gets into the cockpit only to discover a small gift in the seat. Figuring that Hux must have taken advantage of this whole situation he then makes his way out of the hanger, and into the thick of battle once more.  

§  Meanwhile Rey and Ren have been running around on the surface staying out of range of scanners, hoping that they can keep this going on long enough, so their two idiots can deliver their gifts.

§  Sensing that their friends are finally happy (fuck you the force is basically magic when it comes to these two, I don’t have to explain it) They call a retreat of their respective sides and make out a bit before they must leave.

§  Later, both Poe and Hux are opening their gifts from each other. They love them, and then holocall to thank the other. Both wishing each other a happy holiday, and planning to spend their next break, thanking the other more “in-depth”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux Characters: Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Jessika Pava Additional Tags: Gingerpilot, Star Wars Universe Post-First Order Takedown, Hux is a Prisoner of the Post-War Galaxy, Poe is One of the People in Charge Series: Part 2 of Gingerpilot Holiday 2018 Summary:

Armitage Hux was a difficult prisoner. Even on Life Day.

Urgent Communique for All Fans of GingerPilot (AKA Damerux, AKA Hoe or whatever else you call the beautiful ship that is Commander Poe Dameron x General Armitage Hux)

The GingerPilot Ho(e)liday Special will start on December 25, 2018. This is an event for people to share GingerPilot content of any medium (art, fanfic, head canons, random musing, etc.) with winter/holiday themes. Themes will be posted daily from December 25, 2018 - January 5, 2019. I know everyone’s busy, so late submissions are accepted. You can post for as many or as few days as you’d like.

To get your work reblogged on the main event: tag your post #gingerpilotholiday2018 and mention @gingerpilotholiday . Guidelines are here if you need them.

Here is the Schedule for Themes:

December 25: Gift Exchange

December 26: Holiday Holovids and Music

December 27: Holiday Visits from Family, Friends or Foes

December 28: Outdoor Winter Activities

December 29: Winter Fantasy

December 30: Winter Sweet Treats and Apparel

December 31: Break from the Holiday Cheer - Angst/Hurt/Comfort Day

January 1: New Year’s Festivities/Resolutions

January 2: Snowed In or Stranded

January 3: Holidays and Celebrations in the Star Wars Universe

January 4: Star Wars Winter “Wonderlands” - Cold Locations in the Galaxy

January 5: FREE DAY (Anything GingerPilot!)

Feel free to interpret the themes as you choose. Again, if you “miss” a day and want to come back to the theme, post ahead of time, post after January 5, etc. you’re free to do so. Just tag the event and mention this blog, and I’ll still reblog your stuff. The schedule is more so that we technically have 12 days.

I look forward to seeing what people come up with!

Any questions/suggestions can be submitted here.

Day 7: Break from the Holiday Cheer (Angst Day)

Reblog this post and tell me your GingerPilot headcanons for (you can pick a few or do all of them)...

1) Who suffers from nightmares? Of what?

2) Who would hesitate before killing the other in a battle?

3) Who would free the other if they were taken prisoner and tortured by the opposite alliance?

4) Who/what would they unite against in the war?

5) What is the worst inner demon that each of them hides? Do they ever disclose them to the other? If so, under what circumstances?

6) Who would negotiate a peace treaty between the First Order and the Resistance? On what terms?

7) Let’s say the Resistance wins, and Hux is taken prisoner. How does this play out?

8) Let’s say the First Order wins, and Poe is taken prisoner. How does this play out?

9) Who would have the hardest time adjusting to civilian life after the war?

10) How do they comfort each other?

Bonus:

Headcanons for their experiences with Force mind-probing? We know for sure that Poe went through this during the interrogation, and chances are Snoke and/or Kylo was in Hux’s head at some point during his time at the First Order.

Headcanons for whether Hux interacted with Poe during his imprisonment in Episode 7?

Firstly, if you’re reading this, thank you for visiting this blog and considering participating in the event! Ultimately, this is supposed to be a fun thing and also a way to boost content for the Poe Dameron X Armitage Hux ship, so I tried to keep the rules pretty basic.

❄️Late posts after January 5 or after the date for a given theme are totally fine and will still be reblogged here.

❄️Posts can be any format (text, fanfic, visuals, random musing) or length (doodle or Renaissance-style oil canvas, one line head canon or full-length script for another ten episodes of Star Wars, you get the idea).

What This Event Is

❄️Daily winter or holiday-related themes/prompts will be posted December 25, 2018 - January 5, 2019.

❄️GingerPilot posts related to the themes (can be interpreted pretty loosely) will be reblogged here to share with the fandom.

How to Get Your Post Reblogged on the Main Event Blog

❄️Tag your post: #gingerpilotholiday2018

❄️Mention @gingerpilotholiday and/or @pianopadawan (my main blog, so I will see your post).

❄️If I still don’t see your post, feel free to send a question to this blog. Please give me 24 hours to reblog stuff.

Rules

❄️GingerPilot (Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux) must be the main ship.

It is okay to have other ships (e.g. If you have a fanfic that has a lot of GingerPilot and also has Rey and Kylo as a couple, that’s totally fine) so long as they aren’t other ships with Poe or Hux. Nothing against those other ships, just not the focus of this event.

❄️If you think there’s a warning that’s relevant and needs to be tagged, that’s up to your discretion. If a post is explicit, please mark it as so.

I’m honestly not sure how that stuff is going to work when the tumblr ban chaos, so please understand that there are some things I might not be able to reblog here, but I’ll try to at least make a note on everything or reblog to my main blog.

❄️Posts that are racist/sexist/homophobic/prejudiced in any other way or hateful and rude towards a ship/character/actress/actor will not be reblogged. (Of course, stuff that speaks out against this is fine.)

I don’t foresee a problem with this but you never know with all these crazy trolls...

So, that’s about it! I’ll make another post with the themes soon! Have fun and let’s enjoy some GingerPilot!

Day 9: Snowed In/Stranded

Reblog this post and tell me your GingerPilot headcanon for...

1) Who stocks up on food, water and supplies as if the apocalypse is coming if the weather forecast has even the slightest chance of snow?

2) What must each of them absolutely have in abundant supply in the event of a snow storm? 

3) How do they entertain themselves if they’re snowed in for a week?

4) Who does more work shoveling the driveway/sidewalk?

5) How do they keep warm? (I know this is like the biggest fanfic trope ever, but bear with me...)

6) Who panics if they lose power?

7) Who goes out driving/flying in a snow storm when they really shouldn’t?

8) Where do they go if they lose power and it’s too cold to stay home?

9) Who hogs the blanket at night?

10) Who ends up making things worse in an attempt to fix a power outage?

Poe felt a wave of dread course through his veins. His worst fears were confirmed when he opened to door to find Armitage, shivering from the cold, with dark lines of blood dripping from his arm onto the snow.

In which Poe’s Christmas break away from Hogwarts is interrupted by something both he and Armitage have long suspected to be inevitable. Secrets can only be kept for so long, and a Muggle-born dating the son of a reactionary Blood Purist in a hostile political environment can’t go long without trouble.

Rated: T

Fandoms: Star Wars, Harry Potter