So, I finally managed to finish my contribution for the @fandomtrumpshate auction won by the lovely and amazing @cha-llamala who even wrote an incredible fic for it: A Gentleman’s Guide to Automata and Aether! I am so excited! :D
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Another WIP that will probably never be finished. I have about 4k of this story written.
It is still the Star Wars universe, but departs a bit from canon: a long time ago, there was a virus that spread throughout the galaxy. It mutated some beings, turning some into shape shifters, some into vampires, and some into strange magical beings called Jedi. The First Order is trying to eradicate all “infected” beings. They seek purity in the galaxy. The Resistance protects the rights of the “infected.”
In the story, Poe is a vampire and Finn is a Jedi. Vampires need to feed on blood, but most of them try to eat synthetic. In the slightly angsty and NSFW excerpt under the cut, Poe, Rey, Finn and some others are stuck in the middle of nowhere waiting for a pick-up. Poe doesn’t have access to a synthetic supply and he desperately needs to feed. Because Finn is a Jedi, he can be bitten without fear of any side effects, but Poe doesn’t know that Finn is a Jedi because Finn has to keep it a secret--so Poe is trying his hardest to refuse Finn’s offer of blood, but Finn is making that difficult...
“Just,” Finn started. He sighed. “Just take my blood, Poe.”
Poe shook his head.
“Poe, you won’t...you can’t...” Finn closed his eyes, wishing he could just tell Dameron the truth about who he was, about what he was really doing here. “I’m offering myself up freely.”
Poe shut his eyes, trying to think of anything other than the incredibly attractive, selfless, wonderful man leaning against him. Poe started shaking; he was so weak. “Finn,” he somehow managed, “please.” He stopped to lean against the wall.
“Poe, you’ll die if you don’t feed.”
“But I don’t want you like this,” Poe said, his voice miserable.
“Oh,” Finn said with a small smile, “how do you want me?”
Poe couldn’t help it: he turned and shot Finn an amused look. Someday soon, we’re going to have to deal with all this flirting.
“You won’t hurt me,” Finn insisted.
“I might,” Poe said. “Or…”
“Or,” Finn asked.
I might turn you. “No,” Poe said, firmly, willing his hands to Finn’s chest and pushing with all his might.
Finn laughed, swatting Poe’s hands away. He leaned in. “Even if you were at full strength, that would be a stretch, flyboy.”
Poe groaned. Seriously, you’re playing into all my kinks right now, buddy. “What are you trying to do to me?”
“I’m trying to keep you alive, Poe.” He moved so he could look Poe in the eye. “Just bite me already.”
“Finn,” Poe begged. “Please.” He closed his eyes.
Finn leaned back in and growled into Poe’s ear, “I’m offering myself freely, and I’m telling you right now that I can handle this. I won’t let you take more than I can give. Don’t die because of some stupid sense of honor. The Resistance needs you.” He whispered, “I need you.”
Poe eyes flew open. He stared at Finn, who repeated, “I need you, Poe.”
“Fuck me,” Poe whispered.
“Bite me first; then we’ll see what happens,” Finn said with a sly smile.
Poe shivered. “Finn,” he started.
“Bite me,” Finn breathed into Poe’s ear.
Poe whimpered; a part of him wanted to fight it—he hadn’t had non-synthetic blood in years and feeding off other beings had always scared him, but even as he tried to resist the temptation, to ignore just how good Finn smelled, he knew it was a losing battle. I’m going to die if I don’t feed.
And, he admitted to himself, I really want this. With a sob, Poe’s teeth sunk into the silky skin of Finn’s neck.
Finn gasped, his hands grabbing at Poe, pulling him closer. “Oh fuck.”
As Poe’s lips moved to suck at the wound, Finn moaned and Poe felt that sound dance all over his skin.
“Oh, oh maker,” Finn mumbled, his hands clenching even tighter into Poe’s jacket. “Oh,” Finn said. “I…I…” Finn drew in a ragged breath.
I’m hurting him. Poe tried to pull back.
“Don’t stop.” Finn grasped him even tighter.
That went straight to Poe’s cock. He smiled as he pressed his lips in, pulling Finn closer, slurping at his neck—Finn tasted like every good thing in the galaxy, and Poe wanted to cry it felt so good. He started shivering as Finn’s body trembled against his.
Finn’s hands spasmed, and he started making these small, needy little sounds that made Poe feel lightheaded. As it was, Poe’s senses were so full of Finn that the rest of the universe faded away—he could taste Finn and smell him and hear Finn’s short, clipped breaths and feel Finn's heartbeat against his lips. Poe was riding a wave of Finn, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling this good or this free.
“Kriff!” Finn’s voice was rough as he pushed Poe back into the wall, pressing his whole body into Poe’s. This was no longer just about feeding; this was something else. And that both terrified and excited Poe.
He’d always figured he wasn’t meant to find someone—vampires, well... Vampires don’t get happy endings. But now, with a beautiful man pressed up against him, accepting him, helping him, begging him to do more, Poe started to wonder. Maybe?
And that’s when a little voice in the back of Poe’s head said, You have to pull back.
“Please,” Finn wailed.
Poe, stop.
“Maker,” Finn breathed out. “Don’t stop!” Finn thrust his hips into Poe’s. Poe’s hands clenched at Finn’s shoulders and he heard himself moan at the contact. His eyes rolled back. Everything was warm; everything felt so damn good.
“Poe,” Finn yelled, and Poe could feel the orgasm rippling through Finn’s body. He wanted it too. Finn, baby. He grasped Finn even tighter. He was so close.
Poe, his mind was screaming. You’ll turn him.
Poe’s hips weren’t listening, and oh maker, the blood—it was so sweet and warm and…
Stop.
So close, he thought as he thrust into Finn, who whimpered and shuddered in his hands.
Stop. The voice was getting louder and more insistent.
“Poe,” Finn said, his voice absolutely wrecked.
Stop.
“Poe, I love you,” Finn whispered.
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
Poe yanked himself off Finn with a guttural noise.
It was like plunging into an ice bath.
Poe stumbled back, pushing Finn away, running his arm across his mouth. “Can’t,” he breathed out, hitting a wall. I’ll destroy him.
I’ll destroy us both.
Finn stepped forward. “Poe?”
“No,” Poe said forcefully, sliding along the wall, trying to put some space between them. “No,” he said again. “I can’t, Finn.” He shook his head. “No.”
I have to admit: I have a weakness for Domhnall Gleeson--especially when he’s paired with Oscar Isaac. They have such a wonderful dynamic together. Plus, I’ve seen some really good GingerPilot art over the last few months, so this idea popped into my head. Well, this week is GingerPilot week, and today’s theme is “Meet Cute,” so I thought I’d share...
GingerPilot Musician AU: Armitage Hux is a talented composer and conductor, who has a reputation for being severe and uncompromising. What most people don’t know is that his stiff exterior is a cover for nearly overwhelming anxiety. One snowy night before a big performance, he jumps out into the alley behind Orchestra Hall to have a mini-anxiety attack and runs into Poe Dameron, local street musician, who was just cutting through. Hux’s guard is down and while Poe might appear gruff, he has a heart of gold. He talks the guy through his anxiety, distracting him by continually calling him “Hugs” and finally kissing the red-head on the nose.
Hux is so shocked he forgets his anxiety and the two share a moment, just smiling and staring into each other’s eyes. But then, Hux hears someone calling for him and he slips back into his stiff and “proper” persona. While he is grateful to this mystery man for helping him, he ends up being a bit of a jerk as he returns to the building. Poe shrugs it off; those fancy big-time musicians are all the same.
But, of course, Hux can’t get Poe out of his mind, so he starts searching the city for the elusive musician...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
What’s left of the Resistance has landed on a moon in the Outer Rim to catch their breath and figure out their next move.
It’s winter on the moon, nearly the time of the solstice—the longest night of the year—and Finn suggests a party, a way to liven the Resistance’s spirits before they get back to the difficult task at hand.
During the celebration, Finn decides to take a risk. If the beings of this system can face the longest night of the year with hope, then Finn can certainly tell Poe one of the things he’s desperately hoping for, what’s in his heart.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn
Characters: Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Angst, Pining, Survivor Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-TLJ
Summary:
Poe is numb, and while he can say all the right things, deep down, he’s having a hard time right now holding onto hope.
The third installment in excerpts from WIPs I’ll probably never finish.
This is from a fic that I have actually written about 11k of. In it, Finn grew up as a Prince and later, a Republican Senator, and he and Poe met while Poe was in the New Republic Navy.
After the destruction of the Hosnian System, which he missed because he was on a humanitarian mission, Finn joins the Resistance. He’s a great pilot, but he and Poe bicker and snark at each other all the time, and everyone wonders why.
The big secret? Finn broke Poe’s heart way back when and Poe doesn’t want to get hurt again. Of course, there’s more to it than that: what Poe doesn’t know is that Finn was protecting him and that Finn has been pining for the pilot ever since.
Below the cut is just after Finn has first arrived at the Resistance base and everyone wants to hear how he and Poe first met. All of the pilots are gathered around a table in the mess as Finn tells the story...
Finn glanced at the other end of the table where Poe was trying his hardest to look like he wasn’t listening. “I joined the senate because I wanted to make a difference, but I also joined because it gave me an opportunity to get off world, away from Adrillon.”
Poe snorted, keeping his eyes on his plate, so Finn added, “Okay, yeah, so I had a tendency to ditch my handlers and leave Hosnian Prime from time to time. Just a few unsanctioned trips. But because I was a prince—”
“And because you never told anyone where you were going,” Poe grumbled, still refusing to make eye contact.
“Yes, fine. Because I used to sneak off without telling anyone, they started sending members of the Republic Navy to fetch me.”
“So you just took off and did what,” Jess asked.
“Honestly, I just flew. I hated being stuck in the senate for too long, and they’d only let me fly under the most secure of circumstances. The N1 was just sitting there gathering dust, and I couldn’t stand it.” He turned to Poe. “How many times did I manage to get away before they grounded me?”
“Six,” Poe said, pushing his lunch around his plate.
“Six? Are you sure it wasn’t seven?”
Rey saw Poe flinch. She didn’t think anyone else did, but something about the question clearly hurt.
“I’m sure,” Poe whispered.
“Well, six times, then,” Finn said. He laughed. “The first time I snuck away, they sent Dameron here to come get me, and we had ourselves quite the dogfight. He actually ended up shooting at me.”
Poe wore a tiny smile.
Snap nearly choked on his drink. “He shot at you?” He turned to Poe. “You shot at a Senator?”
“And a Prince,” Jess added.
Poe’s eyes sparkled just a bit. “I shot at a Senator and a Prince.”
Finn said, “I still have the blast marks on the N1.”
“Those scorch marks are from Poe,” Karé asked. She turned to Poe. “What in the kriff were you thinking?”
Poe hesitated, so Finn said, “To be fair, it was more of a warning shot than anything else, but when we landed…” Finn laughed again and turned to Poe, “Do you remember how livid I was with you?”
Poe nodded, smiling in spite of himself, and then he joined in, “He jumped out of the N1 and marched over, trying to be all important and princely and such. And then he threw his helmet at me, screaming Do you know who I am? and,” Poe suddenly paused, remembering it, that feeling the first time he’d laid eyes on Prince Finn of Adrillon. “And, and...I can’t remember what I said,” Poe lied.
Finn raised an eyebrow. “Really? I believe your exact words were, You’re a spoilt brat of a senator, your highness, who has nothing better to do than to waste the navy’s time trying to find you.”
Poe looked him dead in the eye. “Was I wrong?”
A part of Finn wanted to take the bait, to get into the familiar argument, but he forced himself to concede. “Probably not.” For a moment, he got lost in Poe’s eyes. His chest felt tight as he recalled how it had felt, what it had been like when they were Finn and Poe, how things had been before... Before I went and ruined it all. Then, Finn remembered the rest of the group. “Umm, yeah,” he cleared his throat, “but that didn’t stop me from trying again. And every time I snuck away, they sent Dameron to come and get me.” He smiled wistfully.
“Which is one of the reasons I was happy to get out of the Navy,” Poe said, returning to look at his plate, hating how hollow he felt inside, how much he hated those memories now.
Finn’s eyes turned sad for a moment, but then he forced herself to continue smiling. “So that, Snap, is the story of how Dameron and I met.”
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