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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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prompt post one
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[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-06 08:15 am (UTC)(link)I don't know how I feel about this part, but I just hope I'm doing this prompt/these characters justice.
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When Finn lets himself back into Poe’s room, a short while later, Poe is sitting against the wall, taking in shallow, shaky breaths. His legs are drawn up to his chest and his forehead is pressed into his knees. Finn’s stomach drops straight down like a heavy, sinking stone.
“Poe?” Finn lets the door whoosh shut behind him and he’s at Poe’s side in an instant. He reaches out for him, hesitating for a moment, hand hovering over Poe’s trembling shoulder.
Poe lifts his head and offers Finn a wavering smile. He has creases on his forehead from the wrinkles on his trousers. “Sorry. I’m good,” he says, shakily, an obvious lie that Finn chooses to let slide.
Finn brushes his fingertips lightly over Poe’s shoulder before letting his arm drop against his side. “Uh, do you need anything? Like, water or something to eat? Um, do you wanna lie down?”
Poe shakes his head and shoves his hands through his curls. “No. I just… I’m fine. I bet you and Rey have training you should be doing. You don’t need to stay with me,” he says. He sits back heavily and tilts his head back until it bangs against the wall.
Finn falls back on his haunches in front of Poe and rests his hands on his thighs. “We won’t be picking up the rest of our training until Master Luke arrives from Ahch-To,” he explains. “We came separately, just in case the First Order was tracking us. He should be arriving in a few days, so I’m completely free until then.”
Poe looks at Finn, a sad little imitation of smile creeping onto his face, as if he hadn’t wanted to hear that. Did he not want Finn around?
Considering everything that Poe’s been through in such a short span of time, Finn can’t blame him for wanting to be alone, but still. The thought of Poe here in this room, alone, makes something in Finn’s chest twinge. Maybe Poe wouldn’t mind coming to bunk with Finn for a little while—
But, again, it’s not about Finn. Not this time. He’s gotta respect Poe’s wishes.
“If you—if you wanna be alone, that’s cool too, that’s totally cool,” Finn says, flashing at Poe what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”
A muscle in Poe’s cheek twitches, minutely. “Look,” he says, gently. He splays a hand over the nubby gray carpet. “Look,” he says again, drawing in a deep—weary, resigned—breath. “You don’t have to take care of me, Finn. It’s not your responsibility. I’m not—”
“You’re my friend,” Finn can’t help but interrupt. “And—and I’m sorry, and…I don’t know. I just want to help.”
“You don’t have to put your life on hold,” Poe says, not looking at Finn. He drags his fingers through the carpet’s rough pile and it makes this scratching sound that sends a shiver down Finn’s back.
“I’m not, though,” Finn says, gripping his knees until his fingers are digging in painfully. “I won’t. I promise. When Master Luke shows up to kick off the next phase of his Jedi training program, you probably won’t see much of me. But he’s not here yet. And something is telling me this is where I’m supposed to be right now.”
Finn wants to just make everything right so badly, and he doesn’t know where to even begin. Doesn’t know if it’s even possible for him to right so many wrongs. If the Force could just give him a sign—kriff, if the Force could just fix things for him, that’d be great. But that’s not how the Force works.
He might be training to become a Jedi, but he’s still just learning his place in this world, learning where he slots in with the Resistance. Where he slots into Poe’s life.
Poe looks at Finn, searching for something, though Finn isn’t sure what he’s looking for. Finn can’t help but map the bruises and scrapes on the side of Poe’s face, deep red and purple marks that are finally beginning to fade. His eyes trace the bloody seam in Poe’s bottom lip, skim over the yellowing marks at his collarbone and neck where his shirt’s slipped down a little bit.
Finn’s stomach lurches and if he’d eaten lunch he probably would have lost it then. Right there on Poe’s ugly gray carpet.
“Finn,” Poe says. The way he says his name is all wrong, it sounds wounded.
“If the person who did this is still—still here. Still alive and breathing, and you’d like them to not be alive and breathing,” Finn says to the empty space between them, not quite sure exactly what he’s offering. “Just ask. And I’ll do it. I’ll take care of it. I can be quiet and efficient. No one will have to know.”
“Finn,” Poe says.
“Just ask,” he says again.
“I won’t,” Poe says fervently. He sounds like he does when he’s about to go off on a passionate speech about the Resistance or General Organa or how much he loves flying. Right now, Finn thinks he’d do anything Poe asked of him. “I will never ask anything like that of you. Never.”
Finn nods, lifts his eyes to Poe’s, nods again. “Okay.”
It feels like the air’s been sucked out of the room, into the vacuum of space.
Poe just sits there and breathes loudly for a few moments. Finn paces his own breaths to Poe’s.
Then: “I’m kriffin’ starving. You?”
“I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Finn admits, mostly to his hands, which are back on his knees, clenching hard enough that they ache. He lets go, flexes some feeling back into his fingers.
“Then let’s go.” Poe pushes himself carefully to his feet and holds a hand out to Finn.
Finn looks at his hand, at the lines on his palm, before lacing their fingers together and letting Poe help him to his feet.
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TBC
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-06 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-06 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you! for the v kind comment!! This is so far out of my comfort zone, so I'm happy to see people are following along/getting some fulfillment out of this fill.
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)Vengeful Finn is my favourite flavour of Finn.
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-08 01:17 am (UTC)(link)Heh, did you get a misfire fill, anon?
But, yes, vengeful Finn. I am fully onboard Team Vengeful Finn. And I'm glad others are too. ;)
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 6/? (blanket TW)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-08 07:08 am (UTC)(link)[FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-08 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)Finn and Rey are bedsharing, but this is still gen.
TW scary dreams. Kylo Ren.
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Finn’s back on Starkiller Base, on his hands and knees in the snow, and that’s his first clue that this is a dream.
The second clue is that Poe’s there too, unconscious, sprawled on his back next to Finn.
There’s a trail of bright red blood—as bright and red as Kylo Ren’s lightsaber—that twists and winds through the otherwise immaculate white snow.
Finn manages to push himself up onto his knees. When he makes an attempt to get to his feet, his legs buckle and he collapses back on his hands and knees.
“Poe. Poe.”
He tries to crawl closer, but suddenly he’s frozen in place. Finn tries desperately to lift a hand, to reach out and touch Poe, to reassure him that he’s not alone, but something’s not connecting. The impulses aren’t getting from Finn’s brain to his hand.
Dangerous, crackling energy hums all around him and he tries to move toward the sound, but he can’t. And now, he realizes why he can’t.
Red flashes at the edge of his line of sight. Suddenly, the tight grip on his muscles loosens, and Finn manages to turn just in time to see Kylo bring his lightsaber blade down.
Poe doesn’t make a sound.
—
Finn jerks awake, a silent scream dying in his throat, arms and legs flailing. He manages to fall out of the bed and land in a tangled heap on the floor, Rey’s comforter twisted around his legs.
She sits up slowly and peers down at him for a moment before offering him her hand. “Nightmare, huh.”
Finn accepts her hand and she hauls him back into bed. He carefully extracts himself from the comforter and smoothes his hands over it. “I—I dreamt about Poe.”
Rey squeezes his shoulder gently. “Would you…mind talking about it? It might help you to sort it out,” she says, “but if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”
Finn grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes. “We were back on Starkiller,” he says. His throat is raw, as if he’d spent the last few hours screaming in his sleep. “Kylo Ren was there, and… I couldn’t help him. I couldn’t help Poe.”
Rey rubs her hand in slow, soothing circles on Finn’s back. “Finn,” she starts, but he shakes his head.
“It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt. Worse than getting cut down by Ren on Starkiller. I was scared then, sure, but I was scared for me.” Finn rubs his hands over his face. He’s only vaguely aware of Rey pressing her cheek against his shoulder.
“It wasn’t real,” she whispers.
“I should have—”
“There’s nothing we could have done, Finn.”
Her reassurances only make him angry—though not with Rey—and he doesn’t know why. Logically, somewhere deep inside, Finn even knows that Rey is right. The knowledge doesn't make him feel any better though. It doesn’t make him feel any less guilty.
“He needed me. I should have been able to feel that,” Finn says. Tears sting his eyes, threaten to spill over, and Finn’s mortified. He clutches the comforter in his hands and twists until he hears stitches pop. “What kind of Jedi am I, that I can’t even feel when someone I—I care about is in pain?”
Rey sighs, her breath warm against the side of his neck, but she doesn’t try to reassure him this time. He appreciates that she’s decided to let him be, for now. She just presses her cheek back against his shoulder and gets an arm around his waist.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“What are you sorry for?” Finn asks, rubbing idly on her arm. The conversation he had with Poe in the medbay echoes in his mind.
“That I can’t make this better for you. That I can’t make this better for Poe.” She sighs again. “Master Luke will be here in a couple days. Maybe he might know what to do.”
Finn lets go of Rey settles back in bed. He stares up at the ceiling and listens to her quiet breathing. “I don’t think I can get back to sleep tonight,” he admits. “I think I’m gonna go check in on Poe… If it’s okay with you, I mean. I think—”
“It’s fine,” she tells him, stealing away the covers and burrowing under them. “I’m sure Poe’s not getting much sleep, himself. Go.”
“You’ll be all right?” he asks, sitting up beside her.
Rey rolls onto her stomach and pulls a pillow under her chin. “I’ll be all right.”
Finn gets out of bed, slides his feet into a pair of slippers, and pads down the corridor for Poe’s room.
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TBC
Re: [FILL] Poe is raped on the resistance base (Finn+Rey, Finn+Poe) 7/?
(Anonymous) 2016-02-12 11:37 am (UTC)(link)