i'm not really sure where this is going anymore but we're finally getting to the sexy devotion/traditions part!!! or at least, the pre-sexy devotion/traditions part! Just needed to get past the movie stuff.
This will be heavily, heavily edited and/or expanded for AO3 once it's done.
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Everything after Starkiller Base was destroyed descended into pure chaos.
Poe had been caught in the maelstrom, leading Black Squadron, blasting Starkiller, and he hadn’t really had the time to stop and consider the possibilities. The possibility that Finn might not make it out intact. The possibility that Finn might not make it at all.
When he touched down on-base and searched out the Millennium Falcon for Finn, he found Chewbacca holding Finn’s limp, lifeless body in his arms. He found Rey, too, standing stock-still, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her disheveled buns were matted with blood that could have been hers or Finn’s. Something sick and hot coiled in Poe’s gut, like a spring.
Rey looked like she could have been a princess. Finn, cradled so carefully in Chewbacca’s arms, looked like a fallen soldier.
Or maybe Rey had been the brave soldier and Finn had been the prince. Maybe Finn would owe Rey his devotion now, as Poe owed Finn.
Maybe they’d been both to each other.
He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to her, some sort of comforting nonsense, but the haunted, hollow look in her eyes stopped him short.
Poe turned back to watch the Wookiee gently lay Finn down on a hovergurney.
“I’ve got a pulse!”
All thoughts of anything but Finn vanished from his mind. In that moment, Poe only knew one thing: he needed to be there, by Finn’s side. He needed to be there when Finn woke up. If Finn woke up.
Poe followed after.
He would chase Finn to the far reaches of the galaxy, if only to see with his own eyes that he was alive. That he was well.
He would give to Finn what Finn had offered to Rey, if he chose to accept it: the gift of his devotion.
[FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?
This will be heavily, heavily edited and/or expanded for AO3 once it's done.
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Everything after Starkiller Base was destroyed descended into pure chaos.
Poe had been caught in the maelstrom, leading Black Squadron, blasting Starkiller, and he hadn’t really had the time to stop and consider the possibilities. The possibility that Finn might not make it out intact. The possibility that Finn might not make it at all.
When he touched down on-base and searched out the Millennium Falcon for Finn, he found Chewbacca holding Finn’s limp, lifeless body in his arms. He found Rey, too, standing stock-still, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her disheveled buns were matted with blood that could have been hers or Finn’s. Something sick and hot coiled in Poe’s gut, like a spring.
Rey looked like she could have been a princess. Finn, cradled so carefully in Chewbacca’s arms, looked like a fallen soldier.
Or maybe Rey had been the brave soldier and Finn had been the prince. Maybe Finn would owe Rey his devotion now, as Poe owed Finn.
Maybe they’d been both to each other.
He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to her, some sort of comforting nonsense, but the haunted, hollow look in her eyes stopped him short.
Poe turned back to watch the Wookiee gently lay Finn down on a hovergurney.
“I’ve got a pulse!”
All thoughts of anything but Finn vanished from his mind. In that moment, Poe only knew one thing: he needed to be there, by Finn’s side. He needed to be there when Finn woke up. If Finn woke up.
Poe followed after.
He would chase Finn to the far reaches of the galaxy, if only to see with his own eyes that he was alive. That he was well.
He would give to Finn what Finn had offered to Rey, if he chose to accept it: the gift of his devotion.