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Basil Endive Arugula Corn

I want a fill for this, with Finn and/or Poe laid up on base and Poe introducing Finn to the concept of a holiday.

There is no climatic resolution, the First Order sort of sputters along until it merges with the New Republic, everyone is old and cranky and spends most of the peace talks reminiscing about their salad days.

LMAO

Specifically, they're twins Luke and Leia had. And Rey and Kylo don't know it until well after their relationship has become intimate, which complicates things when one/both of them don't want to give their relationship up.

Bonuses:
+ This is why Rey was left on Jakku/why Luke tried so damn hard to push 'the Jedi are celibate' as a rule into his padawans' heads
++ Love is what redeemed Ben so nobody wanted him to find out lest he snap right back to the Dark Side
+++ Somebody brings up the blatant hypocrisy of 'you can't be together, you're related' coming from Luke and Leia in this scenario
+++++++++++++++++++ Rey and Kylo stay together somehow and make it work.

(This is what happens when I read TV Tropes' pages on Love Redeems and TFA fan theories while drinking. Happy New Years, everyone!)

SECONDED but now I'm crying damn it

Happy New Year anon! And thank you for still posting. I love how this story is developing. As the other commenter said this isn't a cruel owner, he comes off as having good intentions, so it's sweet yet somewhat sad that they are trying to do the right thing for each other. Still rooting for Hux to go to his real home.

Post-TFA fic where Poe and Luke are attracted to each other but Poe thinks that Luke couldn't be possibly interestd because JEDI and Luke thinks Poe is interested in someone else. Cue mutual pining until something/someone sets them straight and they get their happy ending.

Did V.C. Andrews come back from the dead to write this prompt (+1)

Hi,

You and I have read the countless fics about Finn being new to "life". The ones were Finn doesn't know about food, that isn't ration bars or what relationships are or whatever. As much as I enjoy those they don't feel 100% right to me.

The stromtroopers (even the cloned ones) are fully capable people, grown adults trained in fighting and other tasks (We know Finn has been a janitor of sorts).
Finn seemed to me more like a survivor of a cult and less as a "feral child" with no knowledge of civil life.
Trooper talk to eachother("Is this an onther drill?") and act on their own thoughts, which is why they are better than droids and why the empire and the first order even bother with them.

I would like to read a fic (or real EU material) that explores this.
I want to hear about the stories old troopers tell younger troopers, why you should never mess with the kitchen staff, why nicknames are important, weird ways of flirting.

fics, opinions, rants everthig is welcome.

I remember a fic set before tfa about this and I don't knoew id it ended happy...

Based on Adarm Driver's surprisingly good singing voice as heard here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ_e66hZXPI

Ben blocks Snoke's voice out of his head while training under Luke, but, knowing they'll both still want to use him for their own means to some degree, leaves to forge his own life, a peaceful one without looming space wars and grand destinies and all that bantha shit that's led to their lives being such a ridiculous holonovela/soap opera.

Years later, someone from his past finds him and he's... a lounge singer at a cantina. He started doing it just to pay the bills but other species find deep human voices sexy, so now it's his full-time job.

+ Han finds him on accident
++ It's Maz's cantina Ben works at
+++ Use of the Force to deal with unruly cantina patrons!

YES MY RAREPAIR OTP

+1

Stormtrooper culture and general adorability kept Finn from having gotten laid before. Snoke demanded Kylo be celibate because nothing good happens when a Skywalker gets laid. Rey just focused on surviving and didn't trust the people on Jakku enough to hook up with anyone. Poe ends up having to explain to all of them how sex works and given the collection of personalities in question, it quickly becomes practical demonstrations.

BONUS: Luke walks in on them afterwards and leaves to go get very, very drunk. So much for Jedi celibacy, goddameron.

finn never baked as a storm trooper, because they always ate the same thing, or they weren't allowed hobbies, or some other sad reason (however you want to write storm trooper life really) but sometime after waking up from his light saber injury, perhaps while on light duty, he discovers he loves to bake. Something about the clear, methodical step by step recipes but combined with the freedom to experiment with steps, ingredients, methods in order to invent new recipes. Plus the ability to eat something tasty afterwords

-bonus for poe being low key afraid of trying finn's first creation (cookies) because everyone's first cooking is generally terrible, but actually they're flawless because finn followed the recipe precisely because it WAS his first time. (Rey didn't even hesitate, she will eat anything, too used to re-hydrated rations)

-bonus bonus points for the 3rd or 4th creation being the kicker, as Finn starts to experiment. He doesn't have the context to understand what works and what doesn't so he mixes flavours that don't work together, or too many flavours, or skips the wrong step, etc. Poe gives him advice on why it didn't turn out to Finn's expectations, Rey eats it regardless. They both beat up anyone who insults Finn's baking. Also, sometimes Finn makes disgusting sounding combinations that are actually delicious- he has an outsider thought process in baking that equal parts rewards and backfires on hims

-ultimate bonus- finn makes some truly awful pickles and chocolate cupcakes and Leia checks in on him while he's baking them, so he offers her first taste. By the time they're done, the smell is awful (Finn doesn't notice because it's been a gradual thing) everyone is worried because leia's the type to be bluntly honest and finn admires her a ton and basically has a hero-crush. Leia eats that cupcake like it's the fanciest gourmet dessert and tells Finn it was delicious. No one's 100% sure if she wanted to spare finn's feelings, or if she actually loved it and has bizarre tastes.

I feel like in public they would be the wholesomest, dreamy eyed disgustingly adorable lovebirds of all time, and then in the bedroom they get into some truly filthy, kinky shit.

+1 always about this foursome

“Don’t fucking move,” Finn hisses, and his voice isn’t soft, or sweet, or kind. It’s rough, harsh, and makes Poe buck his hips helplessly against the restraints. Jesus, he thinks, and wonders if he can get himself off on this, Finn’s voice and the feel of the leather straps against him, because Finn won’t touch him, won’t ever touch him, Jesus Christ, Finn -

And Finn’s grabbing his hair, pulling him back against the headboard, pain startling and distracting. “What did I just say, hotshot? What did I just fucking say?” He leans down and bites, hard and bruising, right in the center of Poe’s throat. “Don’t fucking move,” he says again, and it makes Poe itch, and he wants nothing more than to reach up and grab Finn, make him fuck him. He doesn’t. Partially because Finn said not to, and partially because Poe is completely and utterly strapped down, and he couldn’t move his arm more than a few millimeters even if he wanted to.

“I want you to know,” Finn says, settling back between Poe’s knees, a hand on either calf, “that you mean absolutely nothing to me.” He’s lining up against Poe’s hole now. Poe prepared himself, earlier - a few fingers, some slick - but not enough, not nearly enough for this. It’s going to burn, Poe thinks. It’s going to burn so hard I’ll be feeling it for days. The thought almost sends him bucking up against his restraints again.

“Did you hear that, you little slut? You mean absolutely nothing to me - just a dirty hole for me to fuck, you know, a mindless little whore. You don’t even mind, do you? Isn’t that the saddest part. You get off on this, being an empty hole for guys to fuck -“ And suddenly Finn pushes into Poe, sharp and hot. Poe groans despite himself, biting down on the gag on his mouth. Jesus Christ, he thinks around the pain, Jesus Christ, Finn, and Finn just keeps talking, like this doesn’t even feel good, like it really doesn’t mean anything. “Dirty little whore, that’s what you are, you little cockslut,” and he’s settling into pace, fast and hard. Jesus Christ.

Poe can feel his orgasm building, knows that it’s coming, sooner than Finn’ll want it to. But he can’t move, or cry out, or warn Finn, or anything, not with these restraints and this gag and Finn, so hot and heavy over him, so he just lays there, and listens as Finn says, “Yeah, you little slut, you filthy little slut,” watches Finn thrust one more time, and then Poe comes all over his stomach, sticky and messy and wet.

For a moment, Finn pauses. Then his face twists, and he leans down, slapping Poe across the cheek with an open hand. “What the fuck did I say,” he said, “I said don’t come, didn’t I,” and he didn’t but what the fuck does that matter? Finn slaps Poe again, on the chest this time, harder, a sharp sting that’ll probably leave a handprint in the morning. “Dirty slut,” he says, more deprecating now, more sincere, and despite himself, that makes Poe twitch.

“Lay there,” Finn says, contempt heavy in his voice. “And don’t fucking move.”

This, at least, Poe can manage: an empty body for Finn to fuck, slack and loose, and he lets Finn thrust into him until he comes a minute later with only the slightest hint of exertion. Then he rolls off Poe cleanly, and starts shrugging on his clothes.

“I’d say thanks, but I think that was more of a favor from me to you, baby,” Finn says, and he leans over, unknots Poe’s restraints from the bed frame, and then he’s gone, out the door, to somewhere, anywhere - Poe doesn’t know where, just somewhere that’s not here.

Poe falls back into his pillows with a groan, taking his cock into his hand.

-

“Hey, Finn,” Rey says when Finn shows up at her room at half past ten, shirt on backwards, hair askew. She checks the clock, and frowns. “Everything okay between you and Poe?”

Finn frowns at her. “Of course, yeah, why would’t it be?”

“It’s late,” Rey points out. “I just thought you’d be with him.”

“Oh,” Finn says, and brushes a hand over the back of his head. On anyone else, Rey’d say it’d look like shame, but his fame remains open, eyes wide and innocent. “I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to catch up with you before you head out next week. Poe’s in bed already, but I’m not really tired.”

It’s - the truth. Rey would never use her Force powers on anyone without their consent, but Rey knows Finn well enough that she can tell when he’s lying. Now’s not one of those times. Rey shrugs, turning back to the holovid she was playing in her bunk.

“Sure,” she says, settling back against her pillow. “Care to join me?”

“Of course,” Finn says, and crawls into the bunk beside her. If he smells a bit weird - like sweat and endorphins (sex, her mind provides) - she doesn’t say anything about it.

-

“I just don’t know,” Finn says slowly, hooking his thumb through the strap of the lace panties, “whether they suit me.” He looks up at Poe through his eyelashes. “What do you think, Daddy?”

Poe swallows, pushing himself up from the bed. Finn looks uncharacteristically small posed in front of him, the faint shadows in the room curving in on him, shrinking the lines of his body. “Well,” he says, circling Finn slowly, so as to examine him from all angles. “I’d certainly say there’s something to them.”

And there is something to them. Something about the soft pink frills of the panties, the supple curve of the bra cups against Finn’s chest, the way the straps cut his shoulders into smooth sections. Finn tilts his head, licks his lips, blinks up at Poe. “But?” Finn asks, voice innocently high pitched. “What’s wrong?”

“Well,” Poe says, stepping forward to slide his fingers underneath the straps of the panties. One of his fingers just barely brushing Finn’s balls. “They look nice on, but don’t you think they’d look better off?”

Finn nods, like he’s considering the proposition. “I think you’re right, Daddy,” Finn says, and reaches behind himself to unclip the bra. He gets it in one easy click - amazing, Poe thinks - and slips it smoothly off his shoulders. He hangs it over Poe’s arm, like Poe’s a hangar, a rack for lingerie. The material is warm against Poe’s skin. “Like this?”

“That’s better,” Poe says, turning and pulling Finn with him, so Poe’s facing the bed and Finn’s got his back to it. Poe takes a step forward, and Finn takes one back. “But not quite.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Finn says, and Poe pushes him lightly on the shoulder. Finn goes down easy, with a thump that shakes the mattress. “I thought that was what you wanted.” Poe beds down, and Finn spreads his legs, easy. “I guess you’ll just have to teach me.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Poe says, leaning forward to tease at the skin around the panties with his teeth. “I will.”

-

Every day at breakfast, without fail, Finn and Poe sit together. They pull each other’s chairs out, discuss their plans for the day, steal bites of food off each other’s plates. They aren’t even really stolen bites. Finn hates mushrooms but gets an all-veggie omelet ever morning anyway; Poe’s a vegetarian but always grabs a plate a bacon.

“It’s disgusting,” Jessica says to Snap as they settle down at the opposite end of the same table. They’re no more than a few seats apart, but they might as well be in different worlds from all the attention Poe and Finn are giving them. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Snap glances over at them, snorts, and looks back down to finish adding ketchup to his potatoes. “Believe me, I know,” he says. “We all know. It’s like they’re trying to rub it in our faces or something.”

Finn murmurs something softly and feeds Poe a green pepper off his own fork. Jessica snorts and returns to her food.

-

“Say it,” Finn repeats. When Poe just groans, he tightens his grip on the base of Poe’s cock. “Say it.”

“I’m sorry, General,” Poe says. “I’ll never disobey direct orders ever again.”

“Good, Ensign,” Finn says, and loosens his grip on Poe’s cock. He strokes Poe once, with a light, barely-there pressure, and Poe positively moans. He arches his back and throws back his head so Finn can see the line of his exposed neck. He almost brains himself on the bathroom mirror in the process, and Finn tuts, lifts a hand to cup the back of Poe’s skull.

“You’re going to have to be more careful, you know,” he says, and Poe looks up to meet his gaze. “If you want to be the best pilot in the Resistance.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, General, I’m sorry,” and Poe’s sounds more sincere, but that might just be the desperation talking, the urge to get Finn to put his hand back on Poe’s cock.

“Are you? Are you really sorry?” Poe nods vigorously, hips jutting forward just slightly. “Then, Ensign,” Finn says, stepping back and undoing his belt buckle, “how about you show me just how sorry you are?”

-

“I don’t think they’re capable of being mean to each other,” one of the new recruits says. She sounds vaguely disbelieving, as if such a concept were unfathomable. Her whole squadron is outside, presumably enjoying the fresh air and having a look around the landing pad, but their leisure time has been suddenly overshadowed by the appearance of the Resistance’s most famed and perfect couple sauntering around the landing pad, holding hands.

“It’s so sweet,” another new recruit says. Every few moments, either Finn or Poe leans in to kiss the other. “It’s like they just can’t get enough of each other.”

“Cute,” someone snorts. “It’s sickening, that’s what it is,” and there’s a round of murmurs in agreement.

Sickening, the first recruit thinks. Well, that’s certainly part of it - but not all of it, she thinks. Sickening, but not sickening, that about sums up it up.

-

“Have you been a bad boy, Finn?” Poe asks, running his hand slowly down the curve of Finn’s ass. “Have you been a bad, bad boy?”

Finn nods frantically against the desk. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” he says, and Poe spanks him, hard, on his cheek.

“How sorry are you?” Poe asks, and spanks him twice more, in quick succession, before Finn can answer. Finn groans, so Poe spanks him again. “Really sorry? Actually sorry? Or are you just saying that so I’ll fuck you?”

“No, no, I swear, Poe,” Finn says, and Poe spanks him, “I swear,” Finn says again, voice decidedly more broken. “I mean it, I swear I mean it, I won’t do it again, I promise, I swear,” and Poe spanks him, once, twice, three times in the exact same spot. Finn gasps with each one, whole body jerking. His skin is too dark to see the red sting of the slaps, but that’s okay, because Poe can see it in everything else - Finn’s trembling muscles, the pant of his breath, the hard line of his dick curving into Poe’s thigh.

“Yeah?” Poe asks, and Finn nods frantically. Poe spanks him, once on each cheek. “If you’re really sorry,” he says, letting his hand drift across Finn’s skin, watching the way it makes him tremble - in anticipation, in fear, Poe’s not sure which - “then you’d come for me, right now, no touching.”

Finn moans and grinds down like he can’t help himself, so Poe spanks him again. “Can you?” he asks Finn. Slap. Slap. “Are you really sorry? Do you really feel bad? Or are you just a liar?”

“No,” Finn groans, “No, Poe, I mean it, I do -“

“Then prove it,” Poe all but hisses, and Finn grinds forward as Poe slaps down one last time, the hardest blow yet, sharp and stinging. Finn makes a choked off sound in the back of his throat, and comes.

“Good boy,” Poe says a moment later, and lets Finn lay there a moment longer as a reward.

-

“Are all relationships like this?” Rey asks Jessica one day. Poe’s just returned from a four-day trip, and Poe and Finn are hugging like he’s just come back from certain death. The whole team’s been back for five minutes already, and they still haven’t separated. Jessica’s already done a cursory check of her plane, and is now standing here, having this conversation with Rey, and they’re still hugging.

“No,” Jessica says firmly. “Absolutely not, this is the strangest relationship,” and Poe starts to lean back, and Rey thinks, finally, except he’s just leaning back to adjust the way his flight suit is sitting, and then he’s leaning forward to hug Finn again.

“Good,” Rey says, “I wouldn’t want a relationship like that,” and she turns away to go find BB-8.

-

“Poe,” Finn gasps, “Poe, Poe, they’ll hear us,” because they will hear them, because they’re in a fucking broom closet not ten feet from where the General has set up a command room on this tiny-ass desolate-ass planet they’ve been shipwrecked on.

“I don’t care,” Poe says, and leans forward to bite a crescent moon into Finn’s neck, “I don’t care, come on, baby girl, it’s been so long, can’t we just -” And he reaches forward and brushes his hand against the bulge in Finn’s pants and Finn can’t bite back a groan, just a shade too loud.

“Come on, baby, just, let me,” and Poe is falling to his knees, undoing Finn’s pants and pulling them down from his thighs. “Can I -“

“Yes,” Finn says without knowing what Poe’s asking, “yes, of course, yes, come on,” and so Poe pulls down Finn’s underwear, too, and licks a long line up the side of Finn’s cock. Finn moans, loud and clear. Halfway through, he remembers they’re right next to the General, and he bites it back, softening it to a cry.

“No, baby,” Poe says, leaning back, grip firm around Finn’s thighs, and Finn almost whimpers. “No, come on, baby, let me hear you,” and Finn says, “but the General,” and Poe says, “please,” and Finn breaks, just like that, easy.

“Okay,” he says, and when Poe leans back in, Finn doesn’t bother to hold back. Poe swallows Finn down, and Finn shouts, knees like jelly; Poe does that thing with his tongue that Finn loves, and Finn whimpers, bangs his fist against the wall; Poe scrapes just the barest hint of teeth against Finn’s head and Finn moans, throws his head back, and comes, with a litany of, “Poe, Poe, Jesus Christ, Poe,” and a thump as his head hits the back of the cupboard.

When Poe stands up, Finn takes him in hand and finishes him more quietly, but it’s strangely silent in the cupboard, and sounds quiet outside the door as well. Too quiet.

“Well,” Poe says as he pulls his shirt over his head. “I guess we can cross exhibitionism off the list,” and, despite himself, despite the embarrassment that facing the General is going to be, Finn leans forward to kiss him.

-

When they emerge from the closet, they are not shame-faced, but others are. Rey, startled and blushing, won’t meet Finn’s eyes; Jessica looks less shy but much more stunned by the both of them, meeting Poe’s eyes with an expression like, what the fuck, Dameron?

Poe realizes, halfway into the room, that he and Finn swapped shirts. And also there’s is a suspicious white stain on the shoulder of his.

Oh well, he thinks. Can’t be helped.

For a moment, when they enter, the room goes still and guilty, like they’re the elephant in the room nobody wants to acknowledge. Then the General look up, claps her hands, snaps, “What’s wrong with you, haven’t you ever heard two idiots fucking before?” and everyone hurries back to work.

Poe would almost laugh, if it wasn’t for the look the General turns on him next. “And you two,” she says, “for gods sake, I know it’s war time, but I don’t think our lives are in such urgent peril that you don’t have time to go somewhere out of earshot, okay? I really did not need these images,” and Poe thinks, yeah, okay, fair.

Finn glances at Poe, and smiles, a half-quirk of a grin, and reaches over to take Poe’s hand. And Finn - his bright eyes, open expression, soft lips - Poe just has to lean over and kiss him, sweet and slow, to the groans of Rey and Jess and probably a dozen other pilots from the consoles. Because, well -

He’s just so cute.

1. “This is absurd,” Poe points out, but he doesn’t struggle, or ask to be let down.

Finn grins at him. “Is it, Poe? Is it really? Or are you just ashamed because your boyfriend’s stronger than you?”

Poe pouts. “Of course I’m not ashamed, but that doesn’t mean you have to carry me like -“

“Like what?” Finn challenges. “Like you’re a sick three-year-old? Because - oh look! - you’re sick, and acting like a three year old.

Poe sniffs. “That was unnecessary,” he says, curling his arms tighter around Finn’s neck. “I’m acting seven, at least. And I’m fully capable of walking.”

“Mmm,” Finn says, “which is why you just about passed out in the hangar?”

“I did not pass out.”

“Just about did, yeah.”

Poe huffs. “Fine,” he says, “whatever.” Finally, they make it to their room. Finn bumps the pad with his hip, and the door slides open. “You can put me down, now,” Poe says as Finn steps inside, but Finn goes the extra few feet to their bed before gently laying Poe down on the pillows. “I’m a princess,” Poe protests as Finn pulls the blanket up to his chest gingerly. “You’re not going to break me.”

“Sure, you just tell yourself that,” Finn says, and Poe would retort but the bed is very soft and Finn’s stroking Poe’s forehead in a very comforting manner and before Poe can come up with something to say, he’s asleep.

-

2. “This is fun,” Finn says, swaying under the dance lights. “Don’t you think this is fun, Poe?”

Poe hums, nestling his face in Finn’s neck. “It’s something, all right.” The room was swaying before Finn picked Poe up - to dance, Finn had insisted, it’s a dance move, okay! - and now Poe’s not even sure which way is up. He squeezes Finn’s bicep tighter.

“I feel like this is a new thing,” someone else says, and vaguely Poe recognizes the voice - Jess, isn’t it, that’s gotta be Jess. “This dance move, it’s - interesting, for sure.”

“Fuck off, Pava,” Poe mumbles into Finn’s chest, and she laughs, maybe pats him on the back or something, and disappears - Poe thinks. He never really saw her in the first place, so. Who knows, really.

The room is warm and filled with smoke and smells like gin, and Poe is comfortable. The music is loud. Finn is soft and firm and comforting. Poe doesn’t mind being carried like a kid, not when he’s this comfortable.

“Maybe I should put you down,” Finn says, a moment later.

Poe sighs, nestles closer. “In a minute,” he says, but then someone bumps Finn from behind and they go stumbling, and the jostling makes Poe hyper aware of the fact he’s had a lot to drink, very little to eat, and is swaying in midair.

“Oh, shit -” he manages, and then he pukes all over Finn’s shoes.

-

3. “It’s a cut foot,” Poe points out.

“I know,” Finn says, starting up the steps. “Very serious.”

“It’s not even that bad of a cut,” Poe says. “I am perfectly capable of walking up to medical on this foot. It wouldn’t even hurt that much! I wouldn’t even lose that much blood!”

“But it would hurt, and you would track blood all over the floors I’ve slaved away cleaning,” Finn says.

“You’re a medic,” Poe says. “You don’t clean any floors.”

Finn sniffs. “I clean up your life, Poe Dameron, I suggest you be more grateful.”

They make it to medbay, and Finn tosses Poe down on the nearest available cot. “Now I’m going to stitch up your foot, and you’re going to be very grateful and give me a backrub or something as payback, because I just carried you up four flights of stairs and you’re fucking heavy.”

Poe gasps, presses a hand over his heart. “Are you calling me fat?”

Finn shrugs, unapologetic. “If the shoe fits,” he says, “which yours won’t, over your swollen foot,” and then ducks out of the way to get bandages before Poe can do something like throw a pillow at him.

-

4. “Stop, Poe, stop - look at me, look at me, Poe, over here!”

The world is very red behind Finn’s head. That doesn’t make much sense, because Poe is pretty sure he’s on the ground, and from what he remembers, the sky is supposed to be blue. Maybe he got that wrong, though. Maybe the sky is actually red, or purple, or yellow, or maybe he’s hanging off the ceiling. Who knows. Not Poe.

“Poe Dameron, I swear to god, if you fucking die on me -“

“mm - ‘m not gonna,” but Poe can’t get the rest of the sentence out. His lips feel heavy and numb, difficult to move. His head lists back. Red’s not his favorite color, but it’s nice enough, he thinks. Calming enough. He could just take a nap, right here -

“Oh, no, oh, no no no,” and suddenly Finn is grabbing Poe around the waist and the shoulder and he’s being lifted, swaying, into the air.

“Finn,” Poe says, “Finn,” but he’s not sure what else he was going to say, so he just keeps saying it. Finn, Finn, Finn, like a lifeline.

“Don’t die on me, okay Poe? Don’t you fucking die on me,” and Poe wants to say, I won’t, but his blood’s all over everything, and might be making things red, and they’re a long way off from the Falcon. Carrying him, it’ll take Finn a while to get there. Too long, Poe can tell.

“Poe,” Finn says, and sounds desperate, tearful, “don’t do this to me, Poe, not you, not fucking you.”

God, Poe thinks, what did I do, why am I doing this to him. Poe wants to apologize, wants to say he loves him, wants to swear he’ll be okay. All he manages is a weak, “‘m sorry, Finn, ‘m -“ before he passes out.

-

5. “Isn’t it time for you lovebirds to head upstairs, yet?” Kes asks, and Poe grins over at Finn under the light of the full moon, candles and party lights sparkling around them like fireflies.

“What do you think, Mr. Dameron? Want to head upstairs?”

“I think,” Finn says, looking positively glowing. “That I’d like nothing more.” And he steps forward and literally, precisely, swiftly sweeps Poe off of his feet.

“Well,” Poe says, looping his arms around Finn’s neck. “I guess they call it bridal style for a reason, huh?”

Finn laughs, leans over and kisses his cheek. “I suppose,” he says. “Now let’s get upstairs, I’m already drunk and soon I’m not going to be able to feel my hands,” and Poe laughs as they stumble out of the reception, laughs as their friends set off firecrackers and throw confetti in their wake (because this is an informal wedding, quick and dirty; because it’s wartime, and they don’t get a honeymoon, or much else besides Poe’s old bedroom in his childhood home; because it’s them).

“So,” Finn says, when they finally make inside the dark and quiet house and upstairs to their bedroom. Finn shoulders open the door and steps inside. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Poe says, licking a line of sloppy kisses up Finn’s neck. “I can think of a few things.”

1. They’d always said it, growing up. Kes Dameron, the mothers in the village licking their lips, oh, Kes, yeah, he’s a looker.

But Poe had never really registered it. Never really paid attention. Because it’s his dad. He’s not supposed to be a person, he’s supposed to be someone that takes care of Poe, and provides for Poe, and generally only exists to be an extension of Poe’s wellbeing. Obviously, Poe realizes this isn’t the case, but it’s - freeing, in a way, not to see your parents as a person. To see them as something unconditional, unwavering, open and unhesitating in their support of you.

The whispers continued even after his mother passed - paused, briefly, in apparent respect for Shara - and changed only slightly in tone. Now they were, Kes Dameron, that suitably grief-stricken, handsome, unattached widower, and they seemed more sincere, more genuine. Like, maybe we’ve actually got a shot with him.

It bothered Poe, at first, but he got over it soon enough when it became apparent that his father didn’t return any of their affections, and by the time he’d left Yavin and joined the Resistance and only saw his father a few times a year, it was pushed out of his mind. For the most part.

2. “Poe, I love you,” Finn says, one afternoon out of the blue, and Poe thinks, oh, do I have a bad feeling about this. “I love you, I only want to be with you, etcetera etcetera. But your dad is really hot.”

They’re on Yavin 4. A transport was headed there, and Poe begged and pleaded and managed to secure a week of off time for both Finn and Poe so he could go back to meet Poe’s family. It seemed like a great idea - a week of vacation, and sunshine, and mangoes, and family. Now Poe’s coming to regret it.

“I -” Poe starts, and isn’t sure where he’s going but it doesn’t seem to matter because Finn plows onward.

“Like, you’re attractive. Super attractive. Way hotter than your dad, obviously. And I love you, obviously. But, like - your dad has got it going on.”

Poe tries not to look too flabbergasted but - well, he’s flabbergasted. It’s all he can do not to let his mouth hang agape. The flies would get in.

“Haven’t you noticed?” Finn presses, leaning closer under the shade of the umbrella. They’re in the backyard; Kes isn’t nearby, thank god, because even now Poe can’t help but conjure to mind he’s dad’s face, try to understand what Finn sees there. His dad is attractive, of course, he’s not a bad looking man, but -

“Anyway, there’s no real point to this, I just wondered if you’d realized,” and then Finn goes back to reading his book, and Poe is left staring ahead into nothingness, thinking, what the fuck?

And, a few minutes later, when what Finn’s said really sinks in, trying to repress the jealously. Because, seriously - what the fuck?

3. “Oh, god, have you seen that man, I would climb him like a tree,” Jess is saying. The pilots are all clustered around their usual lunch table; Poe’d had an issue with his engine, so he’s late to joining them, and the conversation, it seems, is already in full swing.

“Would you really -“ Snap starts, and Jessica interrupts with a hiss and a vaguely threatening glare, “like a tree.”

“Who would you climb like a tree?” Poe asks, settling down at the table, and for a moment, it goes frighteningly silent. Poe’s first instinct is Finn - oh please, tell me they’re not talking about Finn - and then himself, both of which he quickly dismisses because, well, that’d be absurd, they wouldn’t say that.

“Your father, of course,” Jess says, and Poe almost spits out his drink, immediately reevaluating what would and would not be absurd because -

“What?!”

“Your dad,” another pilot - Emily, new recruit, joined after they destroyed Starkiller base - pipes in. She shrugs at Snap’s surprised look and Poe’s blatantly horrified expression. “I mean, he’s older, yeah, but he’s, like - old man hot, you know?”

“What are you - Jesus Christ, how do you even know what he looks like?”

Emily shrugs again. “Holo on your dashboard. You’re very fond of those, I’ve noticed.”

Jessica snorts into her rice, and when Poe glares at her, looks almost defensive. “Hey,” she says, “you can’t blame me for speaking the truth. The truth is, your dad is hot. I mean, damn, I’m not even into men and even I see it.”

“Oh my god,” Poe groans, pushing himself up from the table. “I can’t deal with this. I really can’t.”

Jessica shrugs, takes a sip of her juice. “Sorry, hotshot,” she says. “But the truth never remains hidden for long.

Poe bites back another groan and goes to find someone who won’t talk about how attractive his father is. Someone like BB-8, maybe. Or C-3PO.

The fact Poe actually considers have an extended conversation with him, Poe thinks miserably as he troops away from the pilots’ table, really says a lot about this situation.

4. Poe almost dies a lot, so he thinks it’s a little extreme the next time he crash-lands his X-wing on a desolate planet, he wakes up to find his father sleeping at his bedside.

Leia is there too, of course, and Finn, also sleeping. When Poe wakes, rousing with a groan and a crink in his neck, it’s Leia that smiles down at him, explains.

“You crashed three weeks ago,” she says, almost whispering - presumably to let Kes and Finn sleep. “Luckily, Finn found you and pulled you out of the wreckage. He was able to get you back here soon enough that medics were able to repair almost all of your injuries immediately.” Poe shifts on the bed and lays hand on his knee, cautioning. “You’ll need bacta baths,” she says, and as Poe looks down at himself, swaddled in bandages like a mummy, amends, “a lot of them.” She smiles at him. “But you’ll be okay.”

“Why’s my dad here, then?” Poe asks. “Last time I checked, we don’t call in the cavalry for minor injuries.”

“Just because you survive something doesn’t make it minor,” Leia points out. “We were within range of Yavin anyway, and I thought it might help. Seeing him.”

Poe swallows hard, looks at his father’s sleeping face, the wrinkled lines of his forehead. Help me, yeah, he thinks, but what’s this going to do to him?

“Also,” Leia adds, stepping backwards. “Your father is an incredibly attractive man. So it was certainly no burden to bring him aboard.”

For a moment, Poe is sure he misheard her. “You - what?” he asks, and in his shock forgets that Finn and Kes are sleeping beside him. Finn jolts up immediately, glancing around, panicked, saying, “What’s happening, what -“ and then he realizes Poe’s awake.

“Poe,” Finn says, and it’s somewhere between an exclamation and a sob, and so Poe leans forward - gingerly, around his bandages and no-doubt newly accrued scars - to hug him, press Finn’s face to his neck.

He makes eye contact with the General over Finn’s shoulder, but she just winks and him, and is gone before he can ask her anything further.

“Hey, babe,” Poe says, pressing a kiss on Finn’s jaw. “What did I miss?”

He figures his father’s apparent attractiveness is the not the most important thing at the moment.

5. “- and so then, I said, well, why are you even trying to subvert the drive in the first place, it’s an X-wing, not a fucking cargo ship, you really don’t need the extra stress on the engine, and it took them a few minutes, but they got it, they did! And I think they’re going to implement it on all of the X-wings, yours included, barring testing of course.”

“Outstanding, buddy,” Poe says, squeezing Finn’s hand. He’s still laid up from the crash landing, but he’s doing better, and his dad’s getting ready to leave soon too. “How did I get so lucky - a man both smarter and more handsome than I am?”

Finn grins, blushes a bit. “I don’t think I’d agree with either of those,” he says. “You’re definitely the most handsome person on this base.”

Poe makes a considering face. “Nah, I don’t think so,” he says. “You want proof? Here - BB-8 has an algorithm, it can prove it. Hey, BB-8!”

BB-8 rolls out from the corner where it’s been talking to Poe’s med-bot. “Who’s the most handsome person on the base?”

BB-8 tilts it’s head to the side, calculating. 'Well', it says a moment later, 'based on objective algorithms, human standards of the term 'handsome', and the general consensus by those on this base, I’d say Kes Dameron, who has earned the nickname 'Goddameron', is the most attractive person here.' And then BB-8 rolls right back over to the corner, seemingly unconcerned by Poe’s expression.

“Poe?” Finn asks, clearly concerned. “Poe, what is it?”

“Nothing,” Poe says a minute later, his voice faintly weaker. “Nothing, it’s just -“ he coughs, clears his throat. “You, he said you’re the most handsome?”

“Really?” Finn asks with a raised eyebrow, and Poe nods frantically.

“Oh, really,” he says, and Finn, thankfully drops it.

Kes Dameron, the most attractive man on base, Poe thinks, and has to repress a shudder.

6. The next time Poe goes home, it’s under decidedly different circumstances. The war is not over - Poe is starting to think the war will never be over - but they’re in a period of unprecedented peace. Things are looking - comfortable. Flexible. Better.

He gets two weeks this time and a promise from General Organa that she’ll do everything she can to avoid calling him in early - really, General, it’s not a big deal, he says, and she pats him on the back with an open hand, says, kid, you’ve done enough, and, really, Poe can’t fight too much with that one - and so here he is, back on Yavin 4, alone.

Finn would’ve liked this, Poe thinks when he steps off the transport into the thick heat of the jungle, and he tries not to let it splinter him, but. Finn would’ve liked this. Six months and it still feels like it was yesterday. Poe swallows and tries not to think about it. Finn would’ve liked this.

The house isn’t empty when he gets there. It’s more full than he can ever remember it being - cousins and uncles and his father, in the corner, with a woman by his side.

She presses a kiss to Kes’s cheek when she sees Poe, murmurs something to Kes and pushes him forward. Vaguely, Poe thinks she looks familiar - one of the mother’s from the village, perhaps, from his younger years - but it doesn’t much matter, he thinks. His father looks relaxed, near her, and seems relaxed now, stepping forward into Poe’s space.

“Son,” he says, and sweeps Poe into his arms, and it’s all Poe can do to not start crying.

“Hey, Dad,” he says, and his voice must give him away, because Kes squeezes him harder. “I missed you.”

“We missed you too, son,” Kes says. It’s warm and loud inside the house, and reminds Poe of what it used to be like, here, in his childhood. So many people on the same side of everything - so much warmth and love and affection. It’s something he’s been missing, these past six months. “We all did.”

Poe nods into his father’s neck. Later, he’ll go around, getting hugs from all the grandparents and nephews and distant relatives hard to trace; he’ll ask about their lives, and they’ll probably apologize about the state of his, but - not now. In this moment, Poe is content to bury his head in his father’s neck - his father, who is happy, and no longer alone.

Good, Poe thinks. Good for him, and hugs him.

THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER READ.

Thank you, Author-Anon, for making all my dreams for this prompt come completely true. Also, the cute in-between fucking parts were as disgustingly cute as I could have ever hoped.

They make some allies on a planet with bizarre customs, and one of them is, on the eve before battle, the troops get to host a giant orgy while picking someone to essentially put on a live performance porno for them.

Finn and Poe win this vote by miles.

Holy shit anon, that was hot as hell! Leia at the end was just perfect.

Not OP but what a great A+ fill! The light-hearted teasing tone of 1-3 was just wonderful and I loved the frantic tension of 4. I also just love it when Finn is called "Mr. Dameron" <3

After watching Rogue One and hearing Cassian's speech about how he'd do whatever he had to do in his role as a resistance fighter, I thought it might be interesting if Poe feels that way as well, but the introduction of Finn into his life is the catalyst to some internal crisis in Poe where he would still do anything for the Resistance, as long as that anything didn't mean hurting/sacrificing/betraying Finn. Finn is Poe's weakness, and Poe realizing and dealing with that would be of HUGE interest to me.

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