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@happybeeps-nat‘s amazing Prince Poe and Soldier Finn story ‘A Possibility (A Promise)’ has inspired me to draw Prince Poe in action. Nat has allowed me to share with you a sneak peak for the sequel with the working title ‘A Revelation (A Betrayal)’. Give her all the love for her wonderful work!
Poe’s blade is slashing through flesh like a bird’s wing cuts the air. He cannot feel the wound in his left arm, but he knows there is one, oozing blood and mixing with dirt. The noises of battle around him are dulled by his aching skull and the rush of battle pulling his mind to the sole purpose of victory. His vision sharp on his next victim as he severs head from shoulders or hand from deadly arm. His bones have long since begun to ache, but there was no time to indulge the pain. The battle was almost won against the First Order forces on the outskirts of the Ileenium kingdom. The situation here turned out to be far worse than he expected. Houses destroyed, entire villages left behind, deserted, desolate in the aftermath of First Order rule.
Poe will have to bring message to Leia, inform her that Ileenium is lost. But not without fight. He and his loyal allies, mercenaries fighting under the name of no one but loyal the Prince of Yavin, refused to leave without intelligence. And he vowed to the Stars that he would bring news to Leia.
The last enemy, clad in white robes that look so grotesque when soiled with blood, falls victim to his unforgiving blade. The Prince takes a moment to breathe and to make sure that his friends are still alive and standing. Temmin Wexley at his back, cleaning his axe with the blood-stained robes of a fallen trooper. Karé Kun, his wife, approaching him with a breathless manic grin. And Iolo Arana, always at Poe’s flank, presenting him with an equally manic grin. Poe, however, does not smile. Too serious is the situation, too close was the battle, too painful the wound in his left arm. He needs to get to Leia, needs to tell her that their last bastion has fallen. Ileenium is lost, and nothing separates them from First Order territory anymore. Nothing but open field owned by Republic politicians that like sitting on their money more than protecting their people.
Rage is burning inside him now, more searing than it was when he had the purpose of a battle. His heartbeat is just beginning to settle after the fight, when a wheeze catches his attention. Poe looks around, hand at his sword again, ready to draw it and bring more death upon the people who long to see the world in flames.
😭😭😭😭😭 I’ll just be over here, crying because LOOK AT THIS 😭😭😭😭 To have the first ever piece of art one of my fics inspired BE THIS EPIC???? Hhhh bless you so much, I love it and you and everything about this 💕💕💕💕💕💕
Okay I’m cool now
No but seriously, this is so good!!! LOOK AT THIS!!! War paint inspired by the Yavinian monkey?? BAMF Poe and Snap and Karé ready to slay their foes??? Agrippa, you’re simply the best 😭💕🙏 thank you so so so much for this!!!! (I was not cool you see)
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The Dead Speak is a canon-adjacent Star Wars AU fancomic that picks up after the events of Episode VIII, The Last Jedi. Updates M/W/F.
Rating: Teen and up. Nothing explicit (BUT MY BLOG IS 18+)
Warnings: Mention that Poe has nightmares/bad dreams, implied burnout, other than that pretty fluffy. 🥰
Summary: The war is over, but the cleanup will take years. What's the next adventure for Finn and Poe?
A/N: This is the first time I've tried writing a non-reader-insert fic, but after a suggestion from the wonderful @arandomnerdsblog578 I just had to give this a try. I hope you like it, friend, since all the credit for this should absolutely go to you! 💖 Asks are always open for suggestions and whenever folks wanna drop in! 💖🥰
After years of war and conditioning for the fight, the still of peace made Poe antsy. He was constantly waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and chest heaving from nightmares and dreams of battles that were long over. In those moments, Finn would gently soothe Poe’s fears with muted words and gentle kisses. It was always the reminder Poe needed that he was here, now, with someone who not only sympathized but understood what it was like in his head. It was hard to let the ghosts linger when Finn’s strong hands were there to shoo them away.
They weren’t the only ones scarred by the war that had ravaged the Galaxy. Everywhere they went, helping Rey rebuild cities and towns and return balance where they could, the signs of loss were strong. Elegant buildings reduced to rubble, holes in star maps where entire planets used to be, and children with empty eyes staring up at them under the protection of older siblings and cousins and other kids with no families of their own; the world resting on their small shoulders far too early. None of them could stomach the sight of these horrors, but they used the churning in their stomachs as motivation to help as many as they could.
One morning on whatever planet they were all on this week (they all run together after a while), Poe comes from the cockpit on the Falcon and leans against the back of the couch where Finn sits, staring at the Dejarik board. “Scootch,” the pilot says after a moment, rousing Finn from his thoughts.
“Sorry,” Finn mutters, sliding down the seat and making room for Poe.
“Got something on your mind?”
Finn shakes his head, “Always, but nothing new.” He looks up at Poe, exhaustion etched across his normally stoic face. “Are we really making a difference?”
“Of course we are.” Poe rests a hand on Finn’s shoulder before slowly grazing his touch down his arm. His eyes soften as he interlaces his fingers with Finn’s. “It may not seem like it now with all the moving and jumping from place to place, but you’ve seen the look on peoples’ faces when we show up!” He smiles and winks roguishly, “We’re heroes.”
Finn laughs softly and squeezes Poe’s hand before letting go and running a hand over his face with a sigh. “I guess you’re right. We just always have to leave before we can see how things play out.”
“We’ll start seeing it,” Poe leans over and kisses Finn on the cheek before climbing out of the booth, “You just gotta keep holding out hope.”
- - -
A decision is made along the tour of the Outer Rim to make a stop on Yavin-4, Poe’s homeworld. The excitement is palpable as Poe tells Finn and Rey stories about his childhood.
“It was wild,” he says to the crew, everyone gathered in the cockpit as he prepares to drop out of hyperspace, “Until you’ve had to run from a pack of Stentaril while swinging from tree to tree in the jungle, you haven’t fully experienced Yavin-4.”
“I think I’ll be fine with the tourist experience,” Rey laughs from the co-pilot’s chair, Finn joining along behind them.
“Fine, your loss!” Poe grins, flipping a couple of switches. “Alright, dropping out of hyperspace in 3, 2, 1…”
The streaks of white and blue slam into place as stars and Yavin-4 materialize in front of them. Huge swaths of green cover the planet, deep blue oceans surrounding continents covered in lush jungles. Poe navigates the Falcon into the designated landing pad and the crew prepares themselves for the greeting party that accompanies every new town.
- - -
Rooms are allocated for everyone after a day of helping rebuild, clearing space for new facilities, and general spirit-lifiting. Finn falls into bed almost immediately before Poe gently encourages him to actually get into his pyjamas and drink at least one glass of water after the strains of the day.
“I know, I know,” Poe urges the sleepy general, “We can get in bed right after but you gotta take care of yourself.”
With a reluctant goan, Finn takes the glass and drains it, handing it back and flopping onto the bed. “There, you happy?”
“Very,” Poe smiles and changes into his own sleep clothes before climbing in after Finn. Wrapping him in his arms, Poe rubs delicate circles into the knot that seems to be ever present in Finn’s shoulder. “You did great today.”
“Thanks…” Finn’s voice trails off. “Poe, did you see that little girl at the school? The one with the braids?”
Poe nods, “She was a sweetheart.”
“Both her parents died in the last First Order raid here.”
Sad silence washes over both of them, BB-8 chirping quietly across the room.
“Yeah, buddy,” Poe mutters, “She’s alone.”
After a heartbeat, Finn whispers, “She doesn’t have to be…”
“What do you mean?” Poe pulls away just far enough to look down into Finn’s deep eyes.
“What if… What if we took her in? She has no family, and there’s something about her… I think she might be Force Sensitive like me.”
Poe pulls Finn closer, placing a kiss or two to the top of his head. “Kids need stability, Finn, we don’t really have that right now.”
“But neither does she. Not really. She told me this is the 6th family she’s been placed with this year. She settles down for long enough to be pulled away or rehomed, we could give her that family.” Finn pulls away and sits up, looking down at Poe laid out beside him. “I didn’t know what family was until you and Rey came along. I can’t imagine denying someone who is as lost as I was this kind of love.”
Finn cups Poe’s jaw and Poe’s eyes drift shut, savoring the contact. He opens his eyes again and meets Finn’s gaze. “This is what you want?”
“Yes,” Finn replies immediately. Poe can see the fire lighting in Finn’s eyes and the sight lifts something Poe didn’t realize was weighing on him. It had been months since he’d seen that look of determination on the face of the man he loves so much.
“Okay.”
“Really?” Finn’s voice has an edge of surprise. “I thought I’d have to do more convincing.”
“I mean, if you had something specific in mind,” Poe teases, eyebrows wiggling up at Finn.
Finn laughs, pinching Poe’s chin before pulling his hand away. “Calm down, flyboy.”
Nipping at Finn’s fingers as they leave his skin, Poe says, “We’ll have to talk to Rey and Chewy first-”
BB-8 pipes up, rolling over to the edge of the bed and beeping wildly. Both the men laugh heartily. “You didn’t let me finish, BB-8, I had to save the best for last. What do you think, buddy? Should we add another misfit to our group?”
Wiggling and beeping excitedly, the droid spins around the room. “Looks like we’ve got at least one yes,” Finn laughs. Joy radiates off of him in a way that lights something warm in Poe’s chest.
“Let’s talk to the others in the morning and then we’ll go talk to the person coordinating the girl’s care. What was her name, again?”
“Tala.”
- - -
One year later, Poe sits in the cockpit of the Millenium Flacon. A little girl with braids sits on his lap.
“Alright, so this switch right here is to start up the electrical portions of the ship. These two right here,” he points to another set of twin switches, “they prime the engines. We can’t start her up cold, learned that one the hard way.”
Tala giggles and points to a glowing button on the far side of the console, “What’s this one do, Papa?”
“That one is for the auto pilot, for when Papa need a break and Daddy doesn’t feel like flying.”
“So the ship can fly itself?”
“Yeah, good job! Although we don’t use it much, it’s a little buggy since my stint at lightspeed skipping.”
On silent feet, Finn pads up the hall and hovers just outside the open door to the cockpit. A smile tugs at his lips as he listens to Poe teach Tala about the ship.
“How do you know all of this stuff?” Tala asks, voice full of awe.
“I’ve been flying since I was younger than you, little one.” Poe kisses the top of Tala’s head. “My mom taught me.”
“What was she like?” Tala asks. Finn’s heart breaks at the innocent question and he leans around the corner to see how Poe responds.
“She was so cool,” Poe says. “She was a pilot like me, and fought for the Republic a long time ago. She was brave, and smart, and very witty. She died when I was young.”
“I’m sorry, Papa,” Tala turns and hugs him tight. He returns the embrace and they sit like that for a moment before Tala pulls away. “Can I be a pilot like you and your mommy?”
“You’d be an amazing pilot, baby.” Finn reveals himself and sits next to his family in the co-pilot chair. “You might have to get a little bigger first, though.”
“Hey, I’m big enough!” Tala pouts, crossing her arms across her little chest. “I can reach all the buttons and the controls and…” She turns back to Poe and whispers something in his ear.
“Levers, baby.”
“And I can reach the levers,” she finishes proudly.
Poe and Finn laugh and Poe tickles Tala with the end of one of her braids. “That’s true, but you have a lot to learn, first.”
“And we’ve got time to teach it all to you,” Finn adds, standing and leaning over to kiss the top of Tala’s head.
Poe locks eyes with Finn as he does, “Yeah, we do.”
Thank you to @waywaychuck for another prompt! Yay! It's actually pretty close, I think? I hope you like it! There will be a sequel! 😁
So now I'm thinking - battlefield kisses. If you have a prompt for a short drabble where the boys share a smooch in the middle of a fight (I literally just got one typing this, lol) send it my way! They are a great distraction from the angst fest I keep getting stuck on!
You're Cute When You're Concussed
Poe had heard there were still problems on Corellia, but he hadn’t expected to run into them on a quick, unannounced visit. It’s been a year since Exegol, and peace and prosperity have finally started to return to the galaxy. Pockets of First Order loyalists remain throughout several systems but were generally managed by the local governments. It was safe enough now that he and Finn had decided to take some time off to travel, starting with Corellia before hopping to Ryloth and then Yavin 4. Poe’s still not sure how Corellia ended up on their list, except that Finn wanted to see it for old time’s sake. Poe figured if he could talk Finn into wearing another suit and tie, it would be worth it.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for them to be recognized as Resistance generals. They are having a drink at a local cantina when they’re approached by several members of a First Order cell, demanding they surrender for war crimes. Poe certainly isn’t going to surrender, which is why he and Finn are now in the middle of one of the biggest bar fights Poe has seen.
They fight together, mostly hand-to-hand combat given the close quarters. Poe wishes he could use his blaster, or that Finn would unhook his lightsaber from his belt, but it’s too tight, too crowded, and the brawl is moving too fast. He takes a right hook to the chin, shakes it off, and tackles the Keshian who hit him.
They go down in a tumble, and Poe knocks him out with several hard slams against the floor. He turns to find Finn but notices instead a Twi’lek on the other side of the room. Watches as she pulls a concussion grenade from her pocket. Shouts a warning to the room as he stands and runs toward Finn.
He slams the other man to the ground just as a deafening blast shakes the entire building. Bodies fly and part of the ceiling caves in. Poe covers them both and prays to the Force that the entire cantina doesn’t collapse on top of them.
When the dust and noise start to settle and he thinks it’s safe, Poe pushes himself up, his body still protecting Finn as he looks around them. The fight is over. They are covered in dust and surrounded by debris from the concussion grenade. There is blood everywhere, and a surge of panic surges through Poe as he imagines Finn, injured or even dead beneath him. He hovers on bent elbows, looks down to find Finn staring back up at him with an expression Poe knows all too well: exasperated annoyance.
Of course Finn is annoyed that Poe threw himself at Finn to protect him. He says so every time it happens. Poe always thanks his savior, but Finn usually gives him a lecture.
Something feels different though. This one was close. They just survived a terrorist ambush and concussion grenade. Finn might not appreciate Poe’s heroics, but Poe is suddenly so glad that Finn is alive and uninjured that he impulsively leans down and kisses him. Not for long, but a solid press of his lips to Finn’s. He pulls away and finds Finn looking at him with eyebrows raised.
“Did you hit your head?” he asks, his voice skeptical. Poe sits back on his heels to let Finn sit up.
“No,” he says, then coughs as the dust chokes him. “Why?”
“Because you’re bleeding, that’s why,” Finn replies. He reaches out to touch Poe’s temple. Poe flinches—yes, it hurts so apparently, he was injured—and Finn pulls his fingers back, covered in blood.
“I’m okay,” Poe tells him, though now that he thinks about it, his head is pounding and he’s pretty sure his leg is injured, too.
“Right,” Finn says, nodding in mock agreement. “Because not only are you bleeding, but you thought our first kiss should be in the middle of a fight?”
“It was minor bar brawl,” Poe says as a section of the ceiling nearby falls in. Sirens scream outside, and the sound makes him wince. “And I wanted to be sure you were all right.”
“You could have asked,” Finn points out, but Poe is not sure whether he should have asked about Finn’s health or asked to kiss him.
Poe mumbles a reply as he tries to stand. He stumbles on his injured leg, and Finn reaches out to catch him. Finn pulls Poe’s right arm across his shoulder and looks at Poe, but this time there is no frustration, no skepticism. Only concern and the smallest hint of a smile.
“I would have said yes,” Finn says quietly.
“Wait, really?” Poe stops and turns his head, finds Finn close enough to kiss again, but he doesn’t. He can’t think quite straight, and he’s really dizzy. Finn is probably right, he hit his head hard. But that’s not why he kissed Finn. He’s wanted to kiss Finn for a while.
He must look confused—or concussed—because Finn laughs and closes the distance between them to kiss Poe. Gently, but with intent, longer and deeper than Poe’s kiss. Poe’s mouth is left hanging open in shock when Finn stops and pulls back.
“You’re cute when you’re concussed,” he says.
“You kissed me!!” Poe exclaims. “You’re not just checking to see if I’m okay, are you?”
“I know you’re not,” Finn says dryly. “In fact, I hope you remember this actually happened later.”
“Me too,” Poe says. “And if not, remind me to ask you if you want to have dinner with me. I know a place on Yavin.”
“I would love to, but let’s get out of here first.” Finn starts them moving again, toward the street and the medical vehicles and other authorities pulling up. Poe is already looking forward to laying down and possibly passing out. But even more, he’s looking forward to dinner, and perhaps another kiss, with Finn when they reach Yavin 4.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Din Djarin
Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Din Djarin, gender euphoria, Mentions of Past Dysphoria, Mandalorian Culture
Summary:
Bodies were, are, sacred to the Mandalorians.
Din Djarin spent years using his body just as a weapon, never finding it as a home. It’s different now.
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Give a Mandalorian gender euphoria call that shereshoy
i wrote a poe centric stormpilot slow burn fic inspired by one of the prompts from this post. here's a link to that if you're interested:
built to fall apart. then fall back together: You would have to be a fool to fall in love with someone when you’re fighting a war. And stars, if Poe Dameron wasn’t the biggest fool there ever was.
A story that starts when Poe realizes he’s in love with Finn and ends when he can finally bring himself to tell him.
"do you think that this, us… do you think it could ever… be something more?"
Tag your Boba Fett posts, friends. I'm seeing lots NOT TAGGED and giving up spoilers. USE THE TAGS so the filters work. It's not hard. Show some consideration for others!!😖😖😖
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn, BB-8 & Poe Dameron
Characters: Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), BB-8 (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Music
Summary: Poe Dameron used to enjoy the music he heard in his head every day. It was the one link he had to his soulmate, who was somewhere out there in the universe. Then, one day, the happy music changed to imperial music, and Poe had to come to terms with the fact that his soulmate might be part of the very organization he’s working to defeat.
FN-2187 only has one memory from before he was captured by the First Order: the music that plays in his head. Years later, the music is still there, but he doesn’t understand why. No other stormtrooper seems to hear it, and he lives in fear of being found out. Despite his best efforts, he catches the attention of Phasma, who watches him closely.
Finally, what’s meant to be just another mission for the both of them, leads to something neither of them expected.
Read on AO3.
Imperial music woke Poe. Again. He groaned and buried himself in the blankets, but it didn’t drown out the noise. The music was inside his head after all, just as it had been for years.
Back when he was a child, he’d heard happier music, but one day, everything changed. He hadn’t recognized the new music he was hearing, but goosebumps had erupted along his skin as he listened. When he’d hummed it to his parents, they’d been alarmed, terrified that their son’s soulmate was in close contact with remnants of the Empire, or the First Order that they later learned was rising.
The same music had been repeating itself in Poe’s brain ever since. Poe hated thinking about it. Not even civilians in First Order-controlled areas only listened to old imperial music, but Poe’s soulmate did. He tried not to dwell on what that meant or why his soulmate’s old cheerful music vanished one day and was never heard again.
When Poe was younger, he’d tried humming what he could remember of the cheerful songs as a way to cheer his soulmate up, feeling that they must have been upset from all the creepy music, but nothing had changed. The imperial music kept coming, and eventually, Poe had given up. All he could do was block out the new music as best he could.
Beeping broke through the music as BB-8 realized that Poe was awake and something was wrong. Poe didn’t bother peeking his head out from the covers. They’d followed this routine too many times for BB-8 to need an explanation. The droid started playing one of Poe’s favorite melodies from back home, but not even that could smother music coming from inside his head.
“Thank you, BB-8,” he muttered into the pillow.
He couldn’t bear to tell the droid that its attempts were useless.
*
FN-2187 stood at attention as the anthem played. He did everything in his power to ignore the cheerful music playing in his head. It clashed horrifically with the First Order’s choice of music, but he was used to it.
Poe is struggling after the loss of D'Qar, the Raddus, Crait. Nothing seems to go right, even a straightforward mission to retrieve vital intelligence on the other side of the galaxy. Forced to crash land, Poe must overcome both his injuries and his personal demons to survive. Fortunately, he has several guides on his journey.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Category: M/M Relationship: Poe Dameron/Finn
Characters: Poe Dameron; BB-8(Star Wars); Finn(Star Wars); Shara Bey; Leia Organa; Rey(Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Whump; Injured Poe Dameron; Angst; Angst with a Happy Ending; This was supposed to be a holiday fic; Life Day(Star Wars); Crash Landing; Force Ghost(s); Time Loop
Chapter 7, Lingering Shadows is posted! I hope to finish this story next week. Thank you for reading!
Here is a link to cut and paste:
archiveofourown.org/works/35749747/chapters/89144884
Poe is struggling after the loss of D'Qar, the Raddus, Crait. Nothing seems to go right, even a straightforward mission to retrieve vital intelligence on the other side of the galaxy. Forced to crash land, Poe must overcome both his injuries and his personal demons to survive. Fortunately, he has several guides on his journey.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Relationship: Poe Dameron/Finn
Characters: Poe Dameron; BB-8(Star Wars); Finn(Star Wars); Shara Bey; Leia Organa; Rey(Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Whump; Injured Poe Dameron; Angst; Angst with a Happy Ending; This was supposed to be a holiday fic; Life Day(Star Wars); Crash Landing; Force Ghost(s); Time Loop
Language: English
Stats: Published 2021-12-16 / Updated 2021-12-30
Words: 10678 - Chapters: 6/7
Comments: 22 - Kudos: 28
I have just updated my story, The Promise of Light, on AO3! Chapter 6, Dreams of the Future, is now posted. I'd post a link but then Tumblr will scrub the tags, so please head over to the Finnpoe recents list if you are interested in reading! I'm quite pleased with it and hope it gets more reads. I am planning to post the last chapter early next week.
EDIT - Here is a link to cut and paste:
archiveofourown.org/works/35749747/chapters/89144884
And now Chapter 7, Lingering Shadows, is posted! There will be one more chapter within the next week or two. Thank you so much for reading and reblogging! Enjoy!
A/n: So this starts as Poe’s POV and after the — switches to Finn’s POV :)) barely proofread :((
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-“Their presence seemed to have increased around the borders, so don’t try to cross it alone. Try not to go at night,” Leia’s voice is soft but steady.
-“And definitely don’t leave without at least a protection charm with you,” Luke adds from the corner of the room, quietly stirring his tea. Leia nods in agreement.
-Nice. More work for him, Poe thinks.
-It’s one of Luke’s ‘bad feeling’ moments. Something was about to go down but no one ever know what. It made him quiet and introspective. It was eerie.
-Poe once said to Leia that it would be much more useful if his ability was to know exactly what was going to go wrong instead of a ‘feeling’ and Leia swatted him on the back of his head. (Lovingly of course)
-So Poe sits squashed between Snap and Lando in a couch meant for two, listening to Leia warn them all to be extra careful.
-After the rest of the crowd leaves, Poe withdraws to his potions room to make more charms. Darkness falls in the world outside.
-It’s hours later when a familiar, voice calls out from the drawing room below— rudely interrupting Beebee mid-stretch, sending her tumbling down the edge of the table, screaming.
-Poe rushes down the stairs, followed by the disgruntled cat, and finds the whole damn party there. He's understandably confused.
-Did Leia call another meeting? Did something happen?
-Lando has an arm over a young woman he’s never seen before, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed.
-Then he notices Chewie setting an unconscious man on the couch and Poe recognises him with a start -it's Finn.
-"What happened?" he asks as, kneeling down beside the couch, feeling for a pulse which, thankfully, appeared unaffected.
-He get a single worded reply that makes a shiver go down his spine.
-“Shadow,”
-Beebee appears beside him, a small vial clutched between her teeth. He gives her a grateful scritch before taking it from her. Poe cracks it open right under Finn's nose.
-A beat passes, and then two.
-Finn gasps in a breath, coughing and spluttering a little. His eyes widen when he clocks the sheer number of people surrounding him and tries to sit up. But Poe is right there to push him back down— just Finn is hit by a visible wave of nausea— and he goes without a fight.
-The mystery woman he had seen earlier on launches herself on top of Finn enthusiastically screaming, “Oh my god you’re okay!”
-“What the hell happened,” Finn croaks.
-And so Lando takes the metaphorical stage.
-Poe is no stranger to Lando’s inherent dramatic tendencies but he still listens with rapt attention as Lando recounts the events of his evening.
-He tells them about how his car stalled in the middle of the road, how he felt a shadow in the vicinity but it got too near and attacked Finn before he could cast a protection spell.
-How Rey— Poe assumed that was the mystery woman— managed to throw a forcefield strong enough to chase the shadow away.
-Luke cuts in, looking much better than he did this morning. He explains how his “bad feeling” felt like it was pinpointing to a particular direction, so he had jumped in the car with Chewie and Leia and nearly gotten himself a speeding ticket. Arriving just in time to catch the tail end of the show.
-“So, you’re a force user too,” Leia asks Rey.
-Every head in the room turns to look at her. Rey goes a little wided eyed and points to Finn. “Finn can talk to ghosts,”
-Finn gives her a sarcastic thumbs up.
—-
-“You doing okay over there?” Poe plants himself on the floor beside Finn hugging his knees.
-“Still a tiny bit nauseous. And very much embarrassed,”
-“Hey, at least you didn’t throw up,” Poe says.
-Poe is sweet. Finn is aware of that. Yet he’s very grateful that Poe chose to sit there and entertain Finn instead of joining the probably very important conversations going on all around them.
-“I still have a million questions, you know?”
-Poe nods in sympathy, “It can be a lot, but hey, you can ask me anything, I’ll try to answer,”
-Poe starts with naming everyone in the room. It’s a little bit awkward to look around while still lying flat but Finn manages.
-The three whispering in the corner, occasionally throwing glances at him, are Rose, Jessika and Bastian. They’re supposed to be working for Poe but they grew up together so it’s nearly impossible to boss them around ya know?
-The two talking to Rey are Luke and Leia. They’re twins, how cool is that?
-And the big bearded man with the indecipherable accent, who also apparently carried Finn in here like a baby, is called Chewie. But his real name is Chewbacca.
-“How’d you know Lando?” Poe asks.
-“Oh, Lando was my first year professor. Rey and I kinda ran into him earlier in your cafe actually, speaking of, I came to return your jacket— thank you for that by the way— but you weren’t there so-“ Finn goes to take off the jacket he was still wearing— he chatters a lot when he’s nervous— but Poe stops him.
-“Actually, you know what? You should keep it, it suits you,” he says and Finn’s face warms. Was Poe flirting?
-“Did you by any chance find something in the pocket?”
-“You mean this?” Finn pulls out the stone but doesn’t expect it to lay split right down the middle of it. “Shoot, sorry I didn’t mean to break it,”
-“No no don’t be, it’s a crystal for protection, if it’s broken it means it’s served its purpose,”
-Huh.
-“Did you put it in there?”
-Poe rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
-“I just thought, you know, you were going home alone at night. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt to make sure you’re a little more protected,”
-Before Finn could swoon a little bit more over this sweet, sweet man, Leia claps hands to get everyone’s attention.
-“Listen up people! Until the situation gets rectified, no one is allowed to go out alone,” A chorus of groans follows.
