This post is closed to new prompts!

rules | ask a mod | fills post | discussion/off-topic post | flat view | ao3 collection | delicious account

prompt post one
prompt post two
prompt post three
prompt post four

+ All comments except fills should be posted anonymously.
+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
+ All prompt comments should begin with a pairing tag (eg Rey/Finn) or Gen for no pairing.
+ Use 'Any' when prompting for any pairing at all (eg Kylo/Any or Any/Any)
+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
+ Warn for common triggers, please
+ NO PROMPTS FEATURING CHARACTERS UNDER 18 IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
+ don't hijack other people's prompts.
+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
+ also, while this is not really a rule I can enforce, please try to limit yourselves to fewer than 5 prompts per page.
+ reposting prompts is currently not allowed.
+ no prompts based on real life tragic events. e.g: 9/11 au, concentration camp au, etc
+ PLAY NICE

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Story went for a turn of the screw by bringing Poe back in synch with the arrival of the supply courier. Their ships landed wing to wing, even as Finn was grabbed by an excited Snap, yelling "He’s back! Get your choobles on course, man!"

Later, Finn would be hard put to remember how he’d made the next leg of course. Strange visions would endure, of Snap herding him through a motley crowd of pilots, techs, meds, Skywalkers & Co who parted before him and rallied on his heels. The buoyant wave carried Finn all the way and he walked with his head high, swirled by a sudden, beautiful clarity of knowing what was to be done. As the starfighters came in view, and he caught a peep of Poe climbing out of the canopy, Finn waved at him with a grin.

Then he swerved, hailed, and – "Catch!" – let his raised hand block the slim book lobbed to him by the courier.

"Here." His next stride took him to an open-mouthed Poe. Finn, still grinning, slapped the book to his chest. "For you, buddy. Read it cover to cover. Don’t skip the –"

If he could, he would have enjoyed the half-unsure, half-certain light rising in Poe’s eyes. Would have enjoyed the cyberola he got from a delighted BB-8. But the emergency siren was too quick for them. The audience stilled; the audience wheeled – in time to see a bird-shaped shadow appear in the sky. Flappity-flap. Flappity-flap. Kylo Ren’s shuttle was circling over their heads like a big, black and rather bashful albatross.

"He’s coding for parley!" a wise voice cried anon.

There was a general turnabout, followed by a general jog as the ship landed a hundred yards along the field. Its ramp was lowered, ushering a slim figure out. The figure was dressed in black robes in sore need of a hem. It had a black mask on, black gloves, held a black lightsaber in one hand and in the other a brand new copy of Twelve-Parsec Hearts.

"Greetings," Kylo Ren said. "I come in p–"

"BEN!" The crowd parted once more for General Organa. "Bless the Force, my baby’s come home."

"Mommy!" The speaker tried to cross his arms, found this involved more juggling than his props could take, settled for an aggrieved tone. "I’m speaking."

His gaze fell on Finn and, with a relieved "ah!", Kylo Ren shuffled forward.

"Greetings," he repeated. "I have heard your call, FB-2187. Seek no more: your paramour has heard your call."

Finn, for the first time since forever, said "Huh?"

Casting a meaningful glance over all, Kylo Ren dropped his lightsaber. The clang of steel to iron made Finn wince, while his interlocutor licked a gloved finger, turned a page and cleared his throat. "To Black Leader. Leader, my leader, the one and only since you gave me a name and made me yours. Come fly to me, please." Kylo Ren narrowed his eyes. "Do I have to Force-feed you your own words?"

"Erm…" Finn licked his lips. "Add a dedication, Leia had advised, and Finn, Leia’s man to the bone, had done just that. With an unpredicted and slightly unnerving fallout.

"If you’ll allow me." Poe Dameron had suddenly turned up at his side. His face a sunburnt scowl, he walked up to Kylo Ren, snatched the book, tore the first page out and turned on his heels.

"What are you… why, you… you… Blast you! What do you think you’re doing?"

"Only taking what’s mine." Poe shrugged and walked up to Finn, his face now creased in a smile that was all white teeth and Poe chutzpah. No, not walked: Finn watched as Poe homed in on him, never stopping until they were chest to chest, and Finn’s arms were rising to match his. Their kiss was a twosome, a match of will and muscles, fervent, lasting and final, if a lot sloppier than Cor and Malko’s textbook model.

"Ours, if you’ll have me," Poe said , and the whole base erupted in glee.

----------------

There was a new era, there were banquets and fireworks, there was a Sith-sized tantrum. Poe and Finn gave the latest only a token of concern, so busy were they in putting Poe’s new reading skills to good use.

"Can I ask you something?" the latter said an hour later. He smelt of sun and sweat, but so did Finn, and the sweet ripple of victory had been shared and shared alike on the narrow bed.

"Sure." Finn tightened the clasp of their legs and brushed his tongue to Poe’s underlip, still caught between Poe’s teeth. "What’s biting you?"

"Just, I was thinking… are you gonna write another of these?"

Finn sighed. "Dunno. Though I’ll have Hutt & Smutt slobbering down his neck any time now. Why?"

"Because if you do" - Poe released his martyred lip for Finn to kiss it better – "then I want Cor to stroke and fondle every inch of Malko’s body and praise it as he does." And Poe’s fingers, not the last of many times, started their warmhearted trail over Finn’s hair, his cheeks, his generous mouth. "Can you do this?" Poe asked under his breath. "For me? Can you write it?"

Finn took the roving hand in his and kissed Poe’s knuckles first.

"For you?" He smiled to see Poe catch his drift, catch and return it. "I can write anything."

[Thanks to everyone who followed this! I'm working on the cleaned-up version and will link to AO3 here and on the fills post once I'm done.]

To be found here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6622297/chapters/15153268

<3<3<3

PROMPT POST #5 - CLOSED

This post is closed to new prompts!

FILL - Hyperdrive My Heart (10/10)

FILL - cleaned-up version on AO3

Re: FILL - cleaned-up version on AO3