tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

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Finn plugs into the music as soon as he wakes up, taking advantage of Snap's offer of a secondhand pair of bluetooth headphones and a previous-generation ipod. It seems like an anachronism out here in the isolated Maine woods. Any reminder of where Finn grew up was.

He understands the meaning of the gesture - and very quickly the real reason behind it after the first time Kare visits.

Music had always helped him think anyway, and the howling wind and whispering pines seem almost overwhelming out here otherwise. Especially after last night.

Last night. A lot to process, even for a full moon. He knows - as much as he's ever sure about anything in wolf-time on a full moon - that Poe was there. He'd - she'd? - just appeared out of the snow after refusing Finn at his door. The scent was the same.

It makes sense, in a stupid way, the way that most of the rest of the pack talks about Poe now. Poe's attitude is a little more understandable, too. It had seemed weird, from the get-go. Ackbar had shoved Finn out of the longhouse in a rush and insisted on Finn meeting all the rest of the pack as soon as possible.

Since then, even though it's only been - wow, three days? No, today is four - he's seen a small, tight-knit community that reminds him of the ideals his old pack preached with none of the forced rigidity of heirarchy.

It's a community, and he rarely sees anyone alone. they help each other, spend time together. Snap's close friends Kare and Jess seem to be in and out of his house constantly, and while Finn knows some of it is an excuse to scope out the newcomer, the genuine knowledge that they're always welcome is real.

So the ill-fitting piece of this community puzzle is Poe, the border-guard with his house way out on the edge of the pack's territory and no partner for relief, suspiciously absent from every social event.

Plus,t he way they avoided talking about Poe, like he was a leper or something.

All because of some old superstitious curse nonsense. Around here, they take it pretty seriously, he guesses. Finn, while he'd hardly say his First Order upbringing was ideal, had been taught that superstitions are useless echelons of the past and that werewolves have to reach forward to some regimented ideal of the future.

He sighs, sitting uselessly in Snap's sunroom - there are a lot of plants growing in here, but no heat except the sunlight so he's huddled in a blanket but it's the best place he's found to be alone. He likes the green growing things, even if he's pretty sure some of it is marijuana.

Freddy Mercury plays sad piano chords in his ears, and he thinks of Poe and his blues.

Don't expect me
to behave perfectly
and wear that sunny smile

So, maybe in the First Order, Poe would have been just another cog in a violent machine that was expected to perform perfectly. It's hard to tell if that's any better than this. It hadn't felt good at all to Finn.

There'd always been something in his soul that ached to get out of the city.To feel something other than concrete under his paws as a wolf.

That part - running in the woods and chasing Poe in the snow, feeling another living wolf beside him that he wasn't assigned to, there just because they both enjoyed each other's company - that part had been perfect.

It felt that way anyway.

But then they weren't wolves anymore - or they weren't only wolves anymore, and Poe had run off like she -he? - might infect Finn and - well. It's a mess.

Had he done something wrong?

The music plays on, turned up so Finn doesn't hear the sliding glass door behind him open, doesn't notice that someone else has come in until the pale blue plant lights come on and chase away the early evening gloom.

He pulls one headphone and turns to find Snap looking at him expectantly from the sliding door into the house.

"Sorry," Finn says automatically, realizing Snap probably called him. "I lost track of time. Am I in the way? Can I help you with anything?"

"Getting your Queen on, huh?" Snap asks, grinning.

"Yeah, guess so." Finn says.

"You've got good taste," Snap says.

Finn shrugs, feeling his ears get hot when Snap catches him. Hard to keep music choices a secret when you're surrounded by people with keen hearing.

"It's your music."

"Well, I have pretty bad taste, so you found the diamond in all the Brittany Spears and Lady Gaga," Snap says, winking. "Still, 'I Want to Break Free' is pretty specific - penny for your thoughts?"

"We don't use pennies in Canada," Finn says.

"Aha," Snap answers, triumphant. "The shell cracks at last. Canadian, huh?"

"Sure," Finn says. He knew he could divert them from his internal agonies by dropping sparse hints about his past.

"You don't have an accent," Snap says, prying.

"Neither do you. I haven't heard anyone say 'ayuh'," Finn says. "Steven King lied to me."

Snap laughs. "Sure. There's no demon trucks or langoliers up here either."

The conversation stalls a little when Finn finds he has no energy to keep up his cheerful front. He takes a deep breath. As best he can tell, Snap is Poe's friend. He and Jess are the only ones who haven't tried to covertly warn him away from Poe, or clammed up entirely when he mentioned Poe's name.

"So, I saw Poe last night," Finn starts, hoping Snap will pick up the conversation, because he has no idea how to ask about it.

That stalls Snap as he does a little mental arithmetic, his round, expressive features changing to something a little more guarded.

"You saw Poe last night?"

Finn wonders if that's bad - if he'll get Poe in trouble by saying it. Poe had said something about staying in on full moons.

"Yeah, he-" Finn struggles. What if he's just confused, or wrong?' "she and I-"

"Whoa," Snap says, gently. Surprised.

Finn stops, uncertain. But he knows from the look on Snap's face that he's not wrong about this.

"It's not Poe's fault," Finn says, quickly. "I asked him and he said no, so please don't get him in trouble."

Snap looks over Finn once, slowly.

"I won't tell anyone," Snap promises. "But what you saw - you better talk that over with Poe."

Finn wants to, but he's not sure he'll be welcome.

"Uh," Finn says. "Is that going to make it worse? That old guy says I shouldn't bother - I guess he was saying I shouldn't talk to him."

Snap makes a wry, displeased face. He steps closer, crouching down next to Finn's chair.

"Look," he says, as if he's confiding a secret. "I think you know, just like I do, that the whole curse thing is bullshit."

Finn nods.

"But it's been repeated to Poe so often, used against him for so long that he believes it," Snap continues.

"Why?" Finn asks.

"Hell if I know. They say he's bad luck, but the only unlucky shit that happens to him is what other people do to him," Snap says, in a tone that's got an old, quiet anger in it.

"That's not right," Finn says.

"I guess not," Snap agrees. "But Poe is different, and some people - some wolves, I should say - can't handle that."

There's a long pause. Finn lets it sink in.

"I guess what I mean is, if you can handle that you should go over there - but only if you can. If not, now that you know the real scope of what it really is and what it really means to the rest of the pack, don't go. No one will hold it against you. Not even Poe."

That thought is almost too sad to handle, but Finn supposes it's kinder than losing a friend if you didn't have many.

"How will I see him?" Finn asks. "I mean, he tried pretty hard to shut me out last time, what if he does that again?"

Snap looks up at Finn, giving him a conspiratorial wink.

"There's a dog-door."

SNAP I LOVE YOU.

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