It seemed everyone was eager to have any sort of update, who I'll post this in three parts. Here's part two for you all.
This may wander a bit from the original prompt but I never wanted this to be a torture/angst fic so to keep that from happening I've included lots of fluff.
Non-con mentions possible -
Poe wakes feeling sore and feeling as though he’s been stuffed full of food. He also wakes feeling warm and incredibly comfortable; it takes a great effort to want to move. Unfortunately as much as he wants to just lay there in bed, someone is pounding at the door to his room and doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.
Groaning he rolls over and with shaking legs makes his way over to the door. He’s relieved to see that he doesn’t have to get dressed; he doesn’t want to embarrass himself to whoever is pounding so insistently on his door. Briefly he wonders just what time of the day it is.
That thought stops him short as his waking brain processes it. Not only is he dressed in his sleep clothes but he is back in the room that he had been given during his stay on Flauros and he isn’t sure how he got here.
There would be time to think about that later though because suddenly General Organa’s voice is calling for him through the door, her knocks becoming more of a pounding making the door shake on its hinges. “Commander Dameron if you don’t open this door right away I will break it down.”
Knowing that she’ll do just that, Poe hurries to open the door. “Is there something wrong General Organa?” He has to move aside as General Organa pushes inside the room and slams the door shut behind her.
“What did you do?” She asks him harshly, glaring up at him even as she gives him the once over, looking for some proof that he has done something. Even though she’s shorter than Poe, he feels so small under her gaze. Her gaze stops on his slightly distended stomach and she pales, knowing without an explanation just what it was that has happened. “Oh Poe. . .” The anger seems to flood out of her suddenly. “What did you do?” She asks again, gentler this time.
Poe pulls himself up straight. Unable to look his general in the eye he looks at a point over her shoulder. “I did what I needed to do in order to ensure that we received what we came here for. Failure wasn’t an option, not if we want the Resistance to survive. We lost as much as we gained when we destroyed Starkiller Base.”
General Organa looks so sorrowful and small as she shakes her head, taking Poe’s hand. “Oh Poe, you’re too much like you’re mother; too willing to give everything you have and are for the cause. By the Force but I wish you hadn’t been, I never wanted for you to do this for me or for the Resistance especially not after what he did.” The General never refers to Kylo Ren by either his chosen name or his birth name, the only time she had was when talking to him directly on the Finalizer a few days ago.
“I know you didn’t, I made the choice myself.” Poe feels nervous as he looks down at General Organa, or rather at where she’s holding his hand. “I know I should have asked you, g-gestation is three weeks and that’s along time to have me out of commission.” Hopefully she doesn’t hear the tremble in his voice as he speaks; if he’s angry or hates him for this. . . Poe isn’t sure that he will be able to endure.
“Poe. . .sweetie. . .” Poe’s surprised as she pulls him into a tight hug using his hand to pull him down. “That’s not an issue, I didn’t want this for you because I don’t want you to think that you have to give up everything for the Resistance, especially not when we already ask so much of you to begin with.” She’s so small against him, and Poe can’t help but wrap his arms around her shoulders wanting to keep her safe and make her pain go away, especially when he’s the cause of it.
“Gen. . . Aunty Leia,” Poe uses the name he used to call her by as a child. “I wanted to do this for you and the Resistance, nothing you did could ever have forced me to make this decision.” This is the truth Poe thinks, when Ren first put the suggestion in his head that she was going to offer him up as a host he had been afraid. All that was Ren, because Poe knows that she would never ask something like that of him. He’s given it freely to her because he wanted to and because there is no one in the world who deserves a gift such as this. “Please don’t be mad, especially not at yourself.”
Leia says nothing just holds him until its Poe can’t keep his smart mouth shut anymore. “Just think about it, my father’s always going on about someday wanting grandkids, this way he gets them, even though they’ll be xenos.” He gets a swat for his comment as Leia pulls back with an annoyed grunt. She doesn’t wipe the tears from he cheeks, she’s not afraid of showing her pain to him when it’s just the two of them.
“Trust you to find something humorous in any situation.” Is what she says instead, “It’s too late to ask if you’re sure about this, I trust your judgement as I always have.” She pauses thoughtful. “I’ll have to extend my trip a few days, while I’m a fair pilot the shuttle we came in requires a two person crew, I’ll have to have someone come and retrieve both myself and the shuttle. Would you like me to have someone sent to be with you through this?”
Poe appreciates the offer but he knows that he doesn’t want that; it’s not because he’s ashamed, but there’s something in him telling him he needs to do this himself. “That’s alright, I have a feeling I’ll be well cared for here and I don’t want to inconvenience anyone. It might be easier to tell them I’m here overseeing the alliance.”
He can feel Leia scrutinizing him trying to read his intentions, not with the Force thankfully. “If that’s how you feel it can easily be arranged. But just know that if you change your mind I can have someone here in a matter of days.”
“Thank you Aunty Leia.” The old name brings such a smile to her face and Poe wishes he has more chances to use it.
Now that things have calmed down, they settle on the bed to talk about they’re plan going forward. A knock at the door interrupts their discussion, when Poe opens the door it’s to the sight of Zadan standing there with a small tray holding a glass of water and a covered bowl.
“Commander Dameron.” He says kindly, nodding in greeting to Leia as well. “General Organa.” His attention returns to Poe as he enters the room and sets the tray down. “I have brought you a meal.” As he speaks he uncovers a bowl of what looks like porridge sprinkled with fruit. “It is nutritious and not heavy, for the next three weeks it is advisable for you to eat light meals only to not put too much pressure on your body, alcohol is also inadvisable. The Emperors are ensuring that special meals are prepared for you, I can assure you that you will want for nothing during the incubation period.”
The smell of the porridge has Poe’s stomach rumbling and he takes it gratefully, topping just shy of the first bite to glance over at Leia. “Go ahead Poe; I’ve already eaten this morning with the Oolfan and Vveeda. That’s how I found out about our new alliance with the Flaurions.” Poe noticed that Leia used the Emperors’ names and not titles, which made sense since she was technically royalty in her own right.
Well that makes sense, Poe thinks as he turns his attention to eating, the porridge is fruity with just the slightest bit of spice and it’s really delicious.
As Poe eats Zadan continues speaking. “The Emperors would like for you to have a visit with the royal physician to ensure that the eggs have taken to the fertilization and that your body will be compatible with them.” At Poe’s look of statement Zadan holds his hands up as a sign of peace. “There are times when the incubation parent cannot successfully carry the eggs, some react badly physically, mentally or emotionally; in such cases the eggs are purged. It is a sorrowful thing, but having the incubation parent in any sort of pain because of the incubation is not acceptable.”
While Zadan may not know it, his words are comforting to Poe. The subject of what would happen if he couldn’t go through with the incubation weighs heavily on Poe’s mind; would they have forced Poe to go through the entire incubation process? At the same time he’s worried about what would become of the alliance if anything happened to the eggs within him.
Zadan seems to catch on to his thought process and is quick to speak on the topic. “Even if the incubation is not successful the Emperors will hold true to the alliance with the Resistance, it is the act of accepting to host the eggs that had them agreeing to the terms of the alliance and not the successful birth of the children.”
“We appreciate that,” Leia tells Zadan, “The survival of the Resistance may very well rely on this alliance.” The words aren’t new; she’s been telling the Emperor’s that the entire time that she was in negotiations with them.
Zadan nods in understanding. “This is partially why the Emperors have worded this into the agreement. They understand the needs of the Resistance.” His attention turns back to Poe, who is now finished eating. “I feel I should offer you some assurances so as to assuage some concerns you may have. There are some who feel that being an incubation parent is an impersonal experience that you are no more than a carrier for the egg but this is not true. Commander Dameron, you are in essence a third parent to the children that will emerge from the eggs growing within you. The eggs not only rely on you to grow but and are dependent on your wellbeing but they also draw upon your strength of mind and spirit. When they are born the little ones are marked by their incubation parent, part of their personalities and emotional state drawn from them. You will be as much a part of them as either Emperor Oolfan or Vveeda. These will be your children. This is why Flaurions use the term incubation parent rather than host or incubator, it is to remind you that you know your importance.”
Poe has to think about that for a moment, Zadan was right in saying that Poe was thinking of himself as only a carrier, nothing more than a pot holding a seed to let the plant grow. This new information is. . . he isn’t too sure how to feel about it. In some ways he’s awed and honoured but it’s also scary at the same time.
Sitting on his other side, Leia let’s out a bit of an undignified snort. “I guess you were right about giving your father grandchildren Poe.”
The comment has Poe chuckling, covering his face with his hands to both muffle the laughter and give him a much needed to compose himself and gather his thoughts about this new development. “I’ll have to ask the Emperors if they can send holos of the little ones as they grow up then.”
It’s meant as a joke but Zadan doesn’t take it that way. “I am sure they would be most amendable to that. You are now officially a part of the royal family of Flauros, should you ever have children of your own they too will be welcomed by Flaurions as such as well. It is the greatest honour that can be bestowed upon someone who is not a Flaurion.”
Oh and that’s too much. In a matter of days Poe has gone from being kidnapped, coerced and raped to feeling like he’s sacrificing something great for the Resistance. Now he’s learning that being impregnated by eggs is going to make him a father and become part of a new family. Whatever fear Ben had tried to instil in him quickly dissipates in the face of this being more than just a means to an end to gain what the Resistance needs.
It takes Poe a moment to get his emotions under control, to fight back the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Leia’s arm around his shoulders helps, and when he’s sure he can speak without his voice breaking, he looks up at Zadan with a smile. “Thank you for telling me all this, it. . .I really appreciate it.” Zadan nods and returns his smile and Poe wonders, briefly, if maybe the Twi’lek knows all this from more than just observation and research. It seems rude to ask so instead Poe focuses on something else. “When would the Emperors like me to visit the royal physician?”
“They would prefer it to be in the next few days, but they understand that you may not feel well enough at this time.” Zadan tells him, reaching out to pat Poe’s hand. “While the royal physician has tools that can be brought with them, it is easier to conduct the necessary tests in the medical center the have in the palace.”
Poe knows that he won’t be able to walk very far with how he’s feeling and he appreciates that the emperors are aware of that. “Is there a hover chair available? I can’t say I’m up for getting around much today, but maybe in a day or two I could go down an see him?”
Zadan smiles understandingly at him and nods, squeezing Poe’s hand. “I will ensure that one is delivered to you during the day and I will organize an appointment for you.” He offers a bow of his head to Leia before he goes, leaving Poe and Leia alone together in the room once again.
“I’m proud of you Poe, this wasn’t what I wanted for you on this trip but I won’t undermine your decision.” Leia says pulling Poe into her arms again. “Promise you’ll send messages about your health, I want to know that you’re being taken care of and well.”
Poe curls against Leia’s side, closing her eyes as she begins to pet his hair. “I promise Aunty Leia.’
They spend the day together, mostly just cuddling and talking, they ask for all their meals to be brought to the room and to not be disturbed. The hover chair is delivered around late afternoon but Poe is in no hurry to use it at this time. He’s content to lie in bed for the entire day.
Being like this reminds Poe of his mother and makes him wonder if she’s looking down on him from where ever it is that people go when they pass on.
-
Two days later Zadan comes to the room to help Poe to the physician’s rooms with Leia coming as well them. Poe’s had some time to get used to the new fullness in his body, it still feels a little disconcerting and he’s still having some issues with being on his feet for too long. Zadan assures him that this is normal and will go away after the first week, even with the eggs increasing in size day by day.
Poe finds the tests to be a bit invasive but the physician is kind as he tells Poe what sorts of tests he will be running, with Zadan translating for him, before he conducts any of them. He explains to Poe that with the tests they can tell if the eggs have been successfully fertilized and incubated within his body. It will also allow the Ghaalf, the physician to ensure that the eggs will not have any ill effects on Poe’s health.
Poe’s a little surprised that neither of the emperors is here but realizes that they likely have lots of things to do. Zadan is likely here in their stead and will tell them the results himself once he has seen Poe and Leia back to Poe’s new rooms, which are situated in the same wing as the emperors’ rooms.
The tests don’t take long; a check of his stomach, the usual body scans, heart and blood pressure monitoring ending with urine and blood tests. Afterward Poe is allowed to dress and wait in the small sitting room that makes up Ghaalf’s office while he finishes the tests and checks the results.
Re: A House Built Out in Space [2a/3]
This may wander a bit from the original prompt but I never wanted this to be a torture/angst fic so to keep that from happening I've included lots of fluff.
Non-con mentions possible
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Poe wakes feeling sore and feeling as though he’s been stuffed full of food. He also wakes feeling warm and incredibly comfortable; it takes a great effort to want to move. Unfortunately as much as he wants to just lay there in bed, someone is pounding at the door to his room and doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.
Groaning he rolls over and with shaking legs makes his way over to the door. He’s relieved to see that he doesn’t have to get dressed; he doesn’t want to embarrass himself to whoever is pounding so insistently on his door. Briefly he wonders just what time of the day it is.
That thought stops him short as his waking brain processes it. Not only is he dressed in his sleep clothes but he is back in the room that he had been given during his stay on Flauros and he isn’t sure how he got here.
There would be time to think about that later though because suddenly General Organa’s voice is calling for him through the door, her knocks becoming more of a pounding making the door shake on its hinges. “Commander Dameron if you don’t open this door right away I will break it down.”
Knowing that she’ll do just that, Poe hurries to open the door. “Is there something wrong General Organa?” He has to move aside as General Organa pushes inside the room and slams the door shut behind her.
“What did you do?” She asks him harshly, glaring up at him even as she gives him the once over, looking for some proof that he has done something. Even though she’s shorter than Poe, he feels so small under her gaze. Her gaze stops on his slightly distended stomach and she pales, knowing without an explanation just what it was that has happened. “Oh Poe. . .” The anger seems to flood out of her suddenly. “What did you do?” She asks again, gentler this time.
Poe pulls himself up straight. Unable to look his general in the eye he looks at a point over her shoulder. “I did what I needed to do in order to ensure that we received what we came here for. Failure wasn’t an option, not if we want the Resistance to survive. We lost as much as we gained when we destroyed Starkiller Base.”
General Organa looks so sorrowful and small as she shakes her head, taking Poe’s hand. “Oh Poe, you’re too much like you’re mother; too willing to give everything you have and are for the cause. By the Force but I wish you hadn’t been, I never wanted for you to do this for me or for the Resistance especially not after what he did.” The General never refers to Kylo Ren by either his chosen name or his birth name, the only time she had was when talking to him directly on the Finalizer a few days ago.
“I know you didn’t, I made the choice myself.” Poe feels nervous as he looks down at General Organa, or rather at where she’s holding his hand. “I know I should have asked you, g-gestation is three weeks and that’s along time to have me out of commission.” Hopefully she doesn’t hear the tremble in his voice as he speaks; if he’s angry or hates him for this. . . Poe isn’t sure that he will be able to endure.
“Poe. . .sweetie. . .” Poe’s surprised as she pulls him into a tight hug using his hand to pull him down. “That’s not an issue, I didn’t want this for you because I don’t want you to think that you have to give up everything for the Resistance, especially not when we already ask so much of you to begin with.” She’s so small against him, and Poe can’t help but wrap his arms around her shoulders wanting to keep her safe and make her pain go away, especially when he’s the cause of it.
“Gen. . . Aunty Leia,” Poe uses the name he used to call her by as a child. “I wanted to do this for you and the Resistance, nothing you did could ever have forced me to make this decision.” This is the truth Poe thinks, when Ren first put the suggestion in his head that she was going to offer him up as a host he had been afraid. All that was Ren, because Poe knows that she would never ask something like that of him. He’s given it freely to her because he wanted to and because there is no one in the world who deserves a gift such as this. “Please don’t be mad, especially not at yourself.”
Leia says nothing just holds him until its Poe can’t keep his smart mouth shut anymore. “Just think about it, my father’s always going on about someday wanting grandkids, this way he gets them, even though they’ll be xenos.” He gets a swat for his comment as Leia pulls back with an annoyed grunt. She doesn’t wipe the tears from he cheeks, she’s not afraid of showing her pain to him when it’s just the two of them.
“Trust you to find something humorous in any situation.” Is what she says instead, “It’s too late to ask if you’re sure about this, I trust your judgement as I always have.” She pauses thoughtful. “I’ll have to extend my trip a few days, while I’m a fair pilot the shuttle we came in requires a two person crew, I’ll have to have someone come and retrieve both myself and the shuttle. Would you like me to have someone sent to be with you through this?”
Poe appreciates the offer but he knows that he doesn’t want that; it’s not because he’s ashamed, but there’s something in him telling him he needs to do this himself. “That’s alright, I have a feeling I’ll be well cared for here and I don’t want to inconvenience anyone. It might be easier to tell them I’m here overseeing the alliance.”
He can feel Leia scrutinizing him trying to read his intentions, not with the Force thankfully. “If that’s how you feel it can easily be arranged. But just know that if you change your mind I can have someone here in a matter of days.”
“Thank you Aunty Leia.” The old name brings such a smile to her face and Poe wishes he has more chances to use it.
Now that things have calmed down, they settle on the bed to talk about they’re plan going forward. A knock at the door interrupts their discussion, when Poe opens the door it’s to the sight of Zadan standing there with a small tray holding a glass of water and a covered bowl.
“Commander Dameron.” He says kindly, nodding in greeting to Leia as well. “General Organa.” His attention returns to Poe as he enters the room and sets the tray down. “I have brought you a meal.” As he speaks he uncovers a bowl of what looks like porridge sprinkled with fruit. “It is nutritious and not heavy, for the next three weeks it is advisable for you to eat light meals only to not put too much pressure on your body, alcohol is also inadvisable. The Emperors are ensuring that special meals are prepared for you, I can assure you that you will want for nothing during the incubation period.”
The smell of the porridge has Poe’s stomach rumbling and he takes it gratefully, topping just shy of the first bite to glance over at Leia. “Go ahead Poe; I’ve already eaten this morning with the Oolfan and Vveeda. That’s how I found out about our new alliance with the Flaurions.” Poe noticed that Leia used the Emperors’ names and not titles, which made sense since she was technically royalty in her own right.
Well that makes sense, Poe thinks as he turns his attention to eating, the porridge is fruity with just the slightest bit of spice and it’s really delicious.
As Poe eats Zadan continues speaking. “The Emperors would like for you to have a visit with the royal physician to ensure that the eggs have taken to the fertilization and that your body will be compatible with them.” At Poe’s look of statement Zadan holds his hands up as a sign of peace. “There are times when the incubation parent cannot successfully carry the eggs, some react badly physically, mentally or emotionally; in such cases the eggs are purged. It is a sorrowful thing, but having the incubation parent in any sort of pain because of the incubation is not acceptable.”
While Zadan may not know it, his words are comforting to Poe. The subject of what would happen if he couldn’t go through with the incubation weighs heavily on Poe’s mind; would they have forced Poe to go through the entire incubation process? At the same time he’s worried about what would become of the alliance if anything happened to the eggs within him.
Zadan seems to catch on to his thought process and is quick to speak on the topic. “Even if the incubation is not successful the Emperors will hold true to the alliance with the Resistance, it is the act of accepting to host the eggs that had them agreeing to the terms of the alliance and not the successful birth of the children.”
“We appreciate that,” Leia tells Zadan, “The survival of the Resistance may very well rely on this alliance.” The words aren’t new; she’s been telling the Emperor’s that the entire time that she was in negotiations with them.
Zadan nods in understanding. “This is partially why the Emperors have worded this into the agreement. They understand the needs of the Resistance.” His attention turns back to Poe, who is now finished eating. “I feel I should offer you some assurances so as to assuage some concerns you may have. There are some who feel that being an incubation parent is an impersonal experience that you are no more than a carrier for the egg but this is not true. Commander Dameron, you are in essence a third parent to the children that will emerge from the eggs growing within you. The eggs not only rely on you to grow but and are dependent on your wellbeing but they also draw upon your strength of mind and spirit. When they are born the little ones are marked by their incubation parent, part of their personalities and emotional state drawn from them. You will be as much a part of them as either Emperor Oolfan or Vveeda. These will be your children. This is why Flaurions use the term incubation parent rather than host or incubator, it is to remind you that you know your importance.”
Poe has to think about that for a moment, Zadan was right in saying that Poe was thinking of himself as only a carrier, nothing more than a pot holding a seed to let the plant grow. This new information is. . . he isn’t too sure how to feel about it. In some ways he’s awed and honoured but it’s also scary at the same time.
Sitting on his other side, Leia let’s out a bit of an undignified snort. “I guess you were right about giving your father grandchildren Poe.”
The comment has Poe chuckling, covering his face with his hands to both muffle the laughter and give him a much needed to compose himself and gather his thoughts about this new development. “I’ll have to ask the Emperors if they can send holos of the little ones as they grow up then.”
It’s meant as a joke but Zadan doesn’t take it that way. “I am sure they would be most amendable to that. You are now officially a part of the royal family of Flauros, should you ever have children of your own they too will be welcomed by Flaurions as such as well. It is the greatest honour that can be bestowed upon someone who is not a Flaurion.”
Oh and that’s too much. In a matter of days Poe has gone from being kidnapped, coerced and raped to feeling like he’s sacrificing something great for the Resistance. Now he’s learning that being impregnated by eggs is going to make him a father and become part of a new family. Whatever fear Ben had tried to instil in him quickly dissipates in the face of this being more than just a means to an end to gain what the Resistance needs.
It takes Poe a moment to get his emotions under control, to fight back the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Leia’s arm around his shoulders helps, and when he’s sure he can speak without his voice breaking, he looks up at Zadan with a smile. “Thank you for telling me all this, it. . .I really appreciate it.” Zadan nods and returns his smile and Poe wonders, briefly, if maybe the Twi’lek knows all this from more than just observation and research. It seems rude to ask so instead Poe focuses on something else. “When would the Emperors like me to visit the royal physician?”
“They would prefer it to be in the next few days, but they understand that you may not feel well enough at this time.” Zadan tells him, reaching out to pat Poe’s hand. “While the royal physician has tools that can be brought with them, it is easier to conduct the necessary tests in the medical center the have in the palace.”
Poe knows that he won’t be able to walk very far with how he’s feeling and he appreciates that the emperors are aware of that. “Is there a hover chair available? I can’t say I’m up for getting around much today, but maybe in a day or two I could go down an see him?”
Zadan smiles understandingly at him and nods, squeezing Poe’s hand. “I will ensure that one is delivered to you during the day and I will organize an appointment for you.” He offers a bow of his head to Leia before he goes, leaving Poe and Leia alone together in the room once again.
“I’m proud of you Poe, this wasn’t what I wanted for you on this trip but I won’t undermine your decision.” Leia says pulling Poe into her arms again. “Promise you’ll send messages about your health, I want to know that you’re being taken care of and well.”
Poe curls against Leia’s side, closing her eyes as she begins to pet his hair. “I promise Aunty Leia.’
They spend the day together, mostly just cuddling and talking, they ask for all their meals to be brought to the room and to not be disturbed. The hover chair is delivered around late afternoon but Poe is in no hurry to use it at this time. He’s content to lie in bed for the entire day.
Being like this reminds Poe of his mother and makes him wonder if she’s looking down on him from where ever it is that people go when they pass on.
-
Two days later Zadan comes to the room to help Poe to the physician’s rooms with Leia coming as well them. Poe’s had some time to get used to the new fullness in his body, it still feels a little disconcerting and he’s still having some issues with being on his feet for too long. Zadan assures him that this is normal and will go away after the first week, even with the eggs increasing in size day by day.
Poe finds the tests to be a bit invasive but the physician is kind as he tells Poe what sorts of tests he will be running, with Zadan translating for him, before he conducts any of them. He explains to Poe that with the tests they can tell if the eggs have been successfully fertilized and incubated within his body. It will also allow the Ghaalf, the physician to ensure that the eggs will not have any ill effects on Poe’s health.
Poe’s a little surprised that neither of the emperors is here but realizes that they likely have lots of things to do. Zadan is likely here in their stead and will tell them the results himself once he has seen Poe and Leia back to Poe’s new rooms, which are situated in the same wing as the emperors’ rooms.
The tests don’t take long; a check of his stomach, the usual body scans, heart and blood pressure monitoring ending with urine and blood tests. Afterward Poe is allowed to dress and wait in the small sitting room that makes up Ghaalf’s office while he finishes the tests and checks the results.