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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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prompt post one
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[FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-01-26 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)Well, sort of.
---
Takodana was victorious.
When Poe hopped out of his X-Wing and lifted off his helmet, the rush of fresh, unprocessed air against his face felt a lot like relief. For the first time in days, Poe felt like he could actually breathe without pain. It was probably the adrenaline still coursing through his system—it’d wear off and he’d probably get himself checked out at the medcenter before grabbing a couple hours of shut-eye—but he was going to savor the feeling as long as he possibly could.
A series of shrill beeps caught Poe’s attention and he looked up; BB-8 was racing across the tarmac for him.
Poe grinned and dropped to his knees to embrace the droid. It chittered at him excitedly, practically vibrating in his arms, and he caught only bits and pieces.
BB-8 trilled, [DESIGNATION:FINN] and [SAVED ME] and [MISSION:COMPLETED].
Poe heard, “Your mission wasn’t a failure. You are not a failure.”
And then, most importantly, “Finn is alive.”
Poe looked up, and then he saw him, standing there, wearing Poe’s jacket.
“Oh no.” Poe grinned and broke into a run.
They met in a tight embrace, Finn’s strong arms squeezing around Poe’s aching ribs, but he didn’t mind. Finn was alive. Poe could repay him now for saving his life.
It was on the slow journey back to D’Qar from Jakku that Poe realized he wouldn’t be able to honor the warrior’s code. He’d never read or heard any stories about a fallen soldier, though he knew they existed.
He’d overheard Mama murmuring to Grandfather Dameron about it, once. A cousin had been rescued by a marauding pirate and indebted herself to him only to have the pirate die of a mysterious illness a few weeks later.
Cousin Dameron hadn’t recovered, Mama had whispered to Grandfather Dameron in a low tone.
Poe had turned away from the conversation, which hadn’t been meant for his ears, and gone to play outside under the branches of Skywalker’s tree.
He’d wondered, during that long, sleepless trip back to D’Qar, what he would do. He couldn't speak to the anguish his cousin had experienced, but if it’d felt anything like what Poe was currently enduring, he hoped he would come to a swift end.
Now, he didn’t have to worry about that. Now, he had Finn. Now, they could begin.
“I need your help,” Finn told him, grasping Poe by the shoulders, and Poe nodded without knowing what was being asked of him. It didn’t matter.
Anything, anything for you.
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-01-29 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-01-29 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks! It's coming...slowly because I keep picking up other prompts, but there'll be more. :D
OP here
(Anonymous) 2016-02-03 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP here
(Anonymous) 2016-02-03 05:22 pm (UTC)(link):) Just wanted to let you know I'm still plugging away, OP. It's become a Struggle, but I'll have the next part up for you sooner or later.
[FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-06 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)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.
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-10 08:54 am (UTC)(link)literally on the edge of my seat for more
ugh you just KNOW poe will go all out with his 'devotion
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-10 09:38 am (UTC)(link)More is on its way! (At some point soon. Writing is currently a struggle.)
Poe's gonna pull out all the top. Or at least he'll try. :D
[FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-21 10:10 am (UTC)(link)Finn wakes up and Poe starts having second thoughts.
(Yes, the tense change is intentional.)
***
Finn sleeps like the dead—and Mama had spun stories like this too, of enchanted princes and princesses cursed into the sleep of the dead by wicked witches—and in the interim, Rey goes off in search of Luke Skywalker.
Poe promises her he’ll check in on Finn as often as he can, when he’s not on missions or running sims with new recruits, and report back to her immediately should Finn wake.
And so Poe finds himself at Finn’s bedside, skimming though a datapad, reading to Finn some of Mama’s—and his—favorite Yavin fairytales. He recites to Finn the story of the floating city in the clouds. The one about the dragon who longs to be a real, human boy. The story of the princess who talks to the Force-trees.
He keeps the story of the prince in the tower to himself, though, for no real reason. He keeps that one in his holster, with the safety on.
“—and this princess, she’s a real brave one,” Poe says, as he absentmindedly flips a page on his datapad. He’s not reciting from the holobook he’s pulled up onto the screen, this one he’s reciting from memory. “She’s the daughter of a lost empire. The heir to an empty throne. She knows loss and war, has been forged in fire. When the dragon tightens his chains around her, all she thinks of is freedom. Vengeance.”
Maybe not the kind of romantic tale Mama would have told, Poe thinks, as he observes Finn’s inert form, but he likes this one. It’s a true story, anyway, and those make for the best stories.
“The princess bides her time, plans her escape with a brave knight and a handsome soldier. One day, feeling bold, she takes the chains that imprison her and dances for the dragon and his hordes. The dragon, drunk on food and wine, is enchanted. And here, she sees an opening for her escape. She takes the chains and—”
Poe doesn’t get a chance to finish his tale. Finn’s motionless form begins to stir on the cot, eyelids twitching and then fingers moving at his thighs. Poe stills at his side, clutching the datapad in his suddenly clammy hands, breath caught in his throat. He’s afraid to breathe, as if the fragile threads holding—tethering—Finn to the world of the living will snap it he does.
(That’s in Poe’s stories too. Maybe he should start reading others.)
Finn opens one eye and then the next, then blinks up at the ceiling. He smacks parched lips and makes a dry, throaty, utterly miserable sound that has a medidroid at his side in a heartbeat, a glass of water in its hand.
Doctor Kalonia rushes in, along with nurse-droids and attendants, who maneuver Poe out of the way. They lay hands and pincers and claw-like apparatus on Finn and gently guide him into a sitting position. One droid quickly slides a pile of soft pillows under Finn’s back, and Finn groans appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut.
“Ah, ah, eyes open,” Kalonia says, holding up a metallic pen. She presses the side of it and a light blinks on. After examining Finn’s bloodshot, bleary eyes, Kalonia listens to his heartbeat and, deciding everything all checks out, orders the droids and assistants out.
Poe gets up too, tucks his data pad under his arm, nudges his stool under the foot of the bed and prepares to follow them out, but the doctor lays a hand on his arm and he turns toward her.
“Doctor?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows at her in question.
“Stay with him. I need to inform the General that he’s awake,” she orders, and hustles out, leaving Poe standing awkwardly next to the side of Finn’s bed.
Poe feels useless now, with Finn awake. Now that he’s awake, Finn doesn’t need Poe reading fairytales or holding his hand.
He probably doesn’t need Poe’s devotion either.
Poe thinks about Cousin Dameron and wonders—
“Poe,” Finn rasps, his voice rusty with disuse. He digs his fingers into the blanket laid across his lap. “Wh-where’s Rey? Why isn’t she here?”
Poe inches closer and sets his datapad down on the stool to rub his hands over his face. “Rey’s on a mission to retrieve Luke Skywalker. The last of the Jedi. She’ll be back, though. She promised.”
Finn nods slowly, processing that, then sweeps his eyes down the length of Poe’s body and back up again. “You look like you went for a tumble in the barracks with a Bantha,” he comments, tone quirking up at the end.
Poe manages a smile at that. “It’s been a rough few weeks, bud—”
“I’ve been out for weeks?” Finn exclaims, eyes widening. Immediately, he kicks off the blanket and attempts to stand, but his legs buckle and Poe manages to catch him by his arm.
“Whoa, whoa. Easy there. You’ve been off your feet for nearly three weeks, in a medically induced coma. You need to build your strength back up,” Poe says, guiding him to sit on the end of the bed.
Finn sighs and laughs, though a touch humorlessly. “You mean to tell me I’ve been sleeping for nearly a standard month? Holy Force, if this’d happened back on the Finalizer, they would’ve just chucked me out of the airlock and that’d’ve been that.”
Poe drags the stool back out from under the bed and sits across from Finn. Their knees bump and Poe attempts to maneuver the stool so that he’s not practically sitting in the poor guy’s lap. He’s had a whole lot dumped on him in the few minutes he’s been awake.
Poe can’t bring himself to mention the debt he owes Finn now. Not yet. He’d probably think it was strange or, worse yet, creepy, disgusting. If Finn rejected him, rejected his offering—well. Poe’s not about to risk that. The potential of friendship with Finn is more than he could have hoped for anyway. His own hangups about this particular Yavin IV tradition are his and his alone, and he needn’t force them on Finn.
“You look…” Finn trails off, motioning in the general vicinity of Poe’s face. “Like you’ve got something you wanna tell me.”
“I, uh,” Poe says rather articulately.
“Right.” Finn regards him with a skeptical head tilt and crosses his arms over his chest.
“It’s nothing, buddy. Pal.” Poe claps Finn on his knee. “You hungry? How about I ring for one of the helper droids to bring you something to eat?”
Finn looks down at Poe’s hand on his knee and Poe slips it off without trying to look like he just got caught with his hand somewhere it shouldn’t be. Which it was, but still. These are Poe’s problems, not Finn’s.
I can do this, Poe tells himself, in a feeble attempt to strengthen his resolve.
He can do what his cousin couldn’t. Traditions are only traditions if you honor and uphold them.
Poe can survive this.
***
TBC
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-23 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-23 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Glad to hear it, and thanks for the comment! :D
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-24 03:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-24 11:55 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for the kind words! I'll try to have the next part up somewhat soonish but I'm having some computer problems all of a sudden, so updates might become even more infrequent. :/
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-25 06:30 am (UTC)(link)All in all this is great, and I can't wait for more!
Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 9/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-25 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)Wow, thanks for the awesome comment! :3 I think we're done with the build up now and can move on to the ~good~ stuff, lol. (It won't be a smooth ride, natch, but hopefully it'll be worthwhile. :D)