Yavin 4 is war-torn. Of course, people still live there. There are always people who stay, even through the worst of what the universe has to offer. That includes Kes Dameron, who shared his life with his wife and son on the moon.
So, when Poe invites Finn to come with him after the war, Finn doesn't hesitate.
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Yavin 4 is war-torn. Of course, people still live there. There are always people who stay, even through the worst of what the universe has to offer. That includes Kes Dameron, who shared his life with his wife and son on the moon.
So, when Poe invites Finn to come with him after the war, Finn doesn't hesitate. The war is…over. At least, it seems that way. What else is Finn going to do? Where else is he going to go? Of course, he'll go with Poe no matter where he wants to go.
The planet is verdant, green and blue, as the approach, dropping out of hyperspace. Finn doesn't remember his home world, doesn't remember his family or where he came from, but he gazes at this planet, sees the softness in Poe's face as he takes it in, and Finn feels like home.
"My mother is gone, but my dad is still here," he admits to Finn.
Finn hadn't known. He didn't know what he was walking in to, really. He just knew he would follow Poe to the ends of the galaxy if that's what Poe wanted to do.
Finn squints over at him. "Does he know we're coming?"
"I told him I was bring a, uh, friend," Poe admits, not taking his eyes of the planet that is slowly zooming into overtake their entire field of view out the front of their ship.
Finn nods. He doesn't know what else to say. What will Poe's dad think of him?
…
Poe's dad, Kes, is elderly—maybe close to 60 if not in his 60s—and he lives in a small apartment in Wetyin's Colony. Poe promises they'll go out to the old house soon, but for now, they need to at least make appearances with Kes.
Poe's wearing Finn's jacket, the one that's ostensibly Finn's now anyway, when they walk into Kes's third floor apartment. The man immediately squints at Finn.
"Is that my jacket?" Kes points a slightly shaky finger right at Finn, before they can even take their shoes off or meet the man in the living room.
Finn freezes, one foot halfway out of his shoe in the foyer. "Uh…" he says lamely.
"Yeah, Dad," Poe jumps in smoothly. His socked feet are already padding across the floor to sit on the couch. "I gave it to him years ago. Suits him better."
Finn finishes taking his shoes off and trails behind Poe to sit next to him on the couch. There is a respectable distance.
"Is this your Stormtrooper?" Kes asks, eyes still narrowed.
"Yep!" Poe says brightly. "The one who led the led the Stormtrooper Rebellion, in the flesh."
Finn, who has been incredibly proud of himself for what he was able to accomplish, for freeing all those stolen and brainwashed men, suddenly feels embarrassed under the whisper bird gaze of Kes Dameron.
"Well, welcome, son," Kes says, directly to Finn, his face softening into a smile. "Anyone part of the resistance is a friend of mine."
Friend. He's a friend of Kes Dameron. He lets his muscle relax, and the three of them fall into an easy banter as Kes jumps into a sort of host mode to serve them all tea.
"Used to grow the plant for this tea at the old place," Kes explains as he passes a cup and saucer to Finn.
The liquid warms him as it makes its way down to his belly.
"It's delicious," Finn tells him, because it's true, but also because that's the polite thing to say.
"So, you boys really want to fix up the old place?" Kes questions, sitting forward in his chair and flicking his gaze between the two of them.
"I think it's what Mom would have wanted," Poe says in a tender voice that Finn rarely gets to hear.
Kes chuckles. "I think you might be right, but I wish you the best of luck. There isn't much left."
"The war is over," Poe says, hopeful if apprehensive, "we've got a lot of time on our hands."
…
Kes had not been lying. There isn't much left of the house. But Finn can see why Shara and Kes had chosen it as the place to raise their family. The red sun sets behind the mountains behind the house and it bathes the whole valley in a gorgeous blood orange hue.
"Wow," Finn says, stepping off the speeder bike and taking in the landscape. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anything like it, but it sure is the prettiest thing he can remember seeing in his lifetime.
Poe smirks as he hops off the speeder bike. They'd loaded it up with camping gear and some materials to start working on the house. None of this is permanent, at least not yet, but the expanse of the future before him feels rife with possibilities. And there Poe is, standing in the orange light of his homeworld—homemoon?—and Finn just can't help but kiss him.
He grabs Poe by the shirt and reels him in, pressing their mouths together in a quick, hot press. Maybe he just ruined everything, but he thinks that the smirk cracking across Poe's face says otherwise.
"What was that for?" Poe says dopey, maybe a little lovesick.
"You brought me here, brought me home, introduced me to your dad. And I think I've wanted to for a while," Finn explains, his fist relaxing in Poe's shirt.
"Me too, honestly," Poe says and hauls Finn back in for a deeper, sweet kiss.
This time, Poe's hands are on him—one around his neck and the other on his shoulder. It's warm and languid. Finn's never been kissed before, but there was just something simmering under the surface for him for years with Poe. This just felt like the right time, and based on how Poe's trying to reel him in, press impossibly closer, Poe has to feel the same.
There's so much work to be done on the house, but for tonight, they sleep together under the stars.
Summary: Still reeling in the aftermath of Crait, Poe Dameron and Finn are sent to a secret Resistance base tucked away on Lothal to serve as acting generals. Their numbers dwindled to barely a handful, and with General Organa’s order grounding all surviving Resistance personnel to heal and regroup, morale is at an all time low. Poe grapples with his inability to sit still; the First Order looms, an ever-encroaching threat to what remains of the Outer Rim’s free space; intimate feelings grow impossible to ignore and a shocking return promises devastating consequences not only for those stationed on Lothal, but for the Resistance and galaxy at large.
A/N: An AU adventure, a side-quest of sorts, to account for some of the time between TLJ and ROS. Stormpilot centric. Canon up until the end of TLJ (but does not take into account Resistance Reborn or the Finn/Rose arc).
Thank you to anyone who has read, liked, and/or reblogged! I am so grateful for you and your time.
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CHAPTER 14
“Have we met?”
Ira Nyx sat, hands folded before him on the table, his face impenetrable.“No. But I have heard your name and seen you many times. Now I know who you are.”
Still hovering by his side, Finn’s eyes searched Poe’s. He hadn’t stopped staring since Poe had woken.
“How do you feel?” Finn interrupted his exchange with Ira. A welcome break—it was too much for his sluggish mind to follow. A hollowness permeated his entire body, his head too light for his shoulders.
“Not really sure yet.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Finn sat back on his heels. “Take your time.”
Poe took in the bruises forming around Finn’s cheekbones, the cuts on his lip and chin. “Are you okay?”
“You’re asking me if—“ Finn’s face crumpled and he dragged his hands down over it. When he looked up, his eyes were wet, voice a fierce whisper. He grabbed Poe’s hand. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Poe’s heart skipped into his throat. “What?”
“Die. Almost die—whatever. Just… don’t do it again, okay?”
The edges of Poe’s smile trembled, his throat tight. “Okay.”
Finn blew out a breath then turned back to Ira. “Enough with the cryptic back and forth. Out with it.”
“He survived Order 66.” Karé’s voice startled them. Poe had forgotten she, Iolo and BB-8 were standing by the door.
Ira Nyx wasn’t the most subtle being—he had an innate reverence to him, a larger than life presence, only in small part due to his towering stature. That he had once been a Jedi… All the pieces clicked neatly into place. But as far as Poe knew, no one had survived Order 66. That was kind of the whole deal. Any Jedi from that era… They were all long dead. “How is that possible?”
“I hid.”
A frown creased Finn’s brow. “For how long?”
“Since the day I watched them all die.”
“That’s what, almost 40 years?” Poe said. “Did you know what was happening during that time?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? That’s it?”
It was quiet for a long time. Ira Nyx looked ancient when he spoke next, his giant shoulders sagged. “Indeed.” He stared at his hands. “I made a choice. Anyone around me would have been at risk.”
“But what about all the people you could have helped?” Poe carefully pulled himself to a seated position. “On Garel alone. Not to mention the rest of the Outer Rim.”
“I knew what was happening and did nothing. That makes you angry.”
Poe willed the heated hammering of his heart to slow. “Look, I don’t know you, and I don’t really care that you did nothing. But you need to know how many suffered and died while you hid.”
“I know.”
Finn shifted. “Yeah?”
“I saw them. Not each one but many. Just as I saw you before I met you. Always in fragments. Scattered images. With you it was fire. Blood. Many beings dying. A great… wave razing everything in its path.”
“You saw the base explode,” Poe said.
Ira frowned, a far off look in his eyes. “Are there more?”
“Many more,” Finn answered for him. “Why?”
“I saw it four times. Each distinctly different than the last.”
The fire in the hearth snapped and popped into the quiet room. Realization settled heavily between them. Three other bases had probably been destroyed. There went that list, unraveling into oblivion. More names. More friends; gone.
Karé broke the silence. “You can see the future?”
“I cannot see the future.” Ira gave a good natured chuckle. “I see… echoes. Of what could be. What has not yet come to be. When I saw all of you, none of it made sense until we were face to face.”
“Did you see anything else?” Finn asked.
“Bits and pieces.” Ira pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot put it all together.”
Poe realized Finn still hadn’t let go of his hand as he heard him say, “Maybe we can help with that.”
* * *
With orders to stay in bed, Poe was left alone in the house while Ira led the others to where he concealed a landspeeder. Poe protested. He couldn’t help himself—he wanted to see what ancient model Ira had been hiding for the last forty years, and was eager to get his body moving, but with a fit of impressive squawking, BB-8 had won the argument in the end.
The second the tattered cloth fell back over the door, Poe crept up off Ira’s makeshift mattress to stretch by the warmth of the hearth, watching the flames lap hungrily over fresh tree scraps.
A whisper of pain crawled up his side when he moved, and he’d never felt such deep muscle soreness in his life, but he was alive. He could stand, he could walk. As the minutes went on, his body awoke more, his brain with it too. The only traces of a near-fatal injury were the blood-crusted tatters of his shirt that hung open around his midsection. It was like looking down at someone else’s body, the gore dried dark brown in places, but no injury peeking through the ruined fabric. Only a shiny scar was left, skin knitted together in a jagged line, but miraculously healed and closed. Poe ran his fingers along his face and found similarly scarred over cuts and scrapes where shattered transparisteel had peppered his face. The same ghost-echoes of pain flitted across the healed skin at his touch.
He couldn’t remember anything after the bitter cold in the G-9’s cabin and Finn’s warm chest against his back… But he could feel echoes. A distant warmth, spreading through his core, replacing the cold. A stranger knitting him back together with their bare hands. Someone he had never met.
The full-body hollowness had evaporated and been replaced with a tightness in his lungs. His confession to Finn. It was out in the open. Bits and pieces of the conversation floated back to him, but not much else. Had Finn reacted? Did he feel the same way? Like trying to catch a wisp of smoke between his fingers, the memory took half shape, but dissipated before he could grasp it.
“It’s hard to believe—you standing here. Like nothing even happened.”
Poe turned to see Finn leaning against the doorway. He crossed the room. The tips of their boots touched. Poe wrapped his arms around Finn, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder. He squeezed tight, breathing him in; that familiar, comforting smell—sweat, leather, earth. Finn’s arms slid around Poe’s back and waist, pulling him in. Given the chance, Poe might never let go.
* * *
By the time Ira, Karé, Iolo and BB-8 filed back into the hut, the fog in Poe’s brain had mercifully dissipated. But only to make room for the onslaught of issues at hand.
Kothal was under attack—yes, the galaxy was at war and that was an unfortunate byproduct—but the Resistance presence on Kothal had brought the fight to them. Kemi’s haunted eyes floated into his mind. It could have been lifetimes ago that they found her in the ruined market square, but the sharp memory of the betrayal in her eyes kept it fresh. They had to get back. They had to warn the other bases. Leia.
Then there was the chip from the virus-ridden BB unit back on base. Whatever information they could glean from it. Poe paced the dirt floor of Ira’s tiny home. He was alive. In fact, he felt more alive than he had since arriving on Kothal and considering he had been essentially dead just a few hours prior… A reinvigorated fire burned in him.
BB-8 bleeped disapprovingly.
“What? No, I—“ Poe looked down at the floor. He really had almost carved a figure eight into the dust. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop. Can you display the information on the chip and still protect yourself from the virus?”
BB8 hummed a resounding no, blinking expectantly at Poe.
“Okay, gimme a second to think. Our G-9’s astromech was completely fried…”
Karé perked up suddenly. “Our nav computer still works. Everything else is shot, but we can at least try that.”
“That just might work.”
And so, in Ira’s landspeeder—Poe had been right, it was a creaky relic of a SoroSuub X-34—they returned to Karé and Iolo’s wrecked pod. It was in better shape than Poe and Finn’s G-9, but still completely unflyable.
Ira stood outside the craft as the fighters crowded in, jostling wounds and pressed against each other in the tiny space made for two. BB-8 beeped in annoyance, shoving his way through their legs. He popped out his durasteel storage vault and Poe took the First Order branded chip from it, inserting it into an awaiting port.
The nav computer’s screen fizzed into static and went black. Just their kriffing luck. Then, white letters built themselves into words and sentences against the dark background. Some made sense, some just looked like a jumble of letters and numbers to Poe.
But one thing stood out starkly to all of them, and Karé cursed at the name and title: Tallon Voxel, First Order Engineer.
“I thought he was dead,” Iolo murmured into the stunned silence. “He went missing on that aid mission to Ryloth.”
Finn and Poe exchanged a glance. Everyone else on that mission had been killed.
“You’re as good as dead if they have you,” Poe said. “They’re not big on the whole catch and release thing. They must have had a use for him to keep him alive.” Although, there was no guarantee he was still alive at this point. The chip had served its purpose. Tallon Voxel might have already, too.
“Engineer.” They all turned to look at Iolo, who shifted uncomfortably. “He created the working model for our base network security protocols.”
“Single-handedly? He can’t possibly have all that information,” Karé said.
Iolo nodded. “He designed the systems. They need him to override it.”
“So… it’s only a matter of time before the other bases…” Karé let the end of her sentence drop off.
They were running out of time—against a ticking clock they could not see. It was foolish to hope that coordinates to every remaining Resistance base in the galaxy hadn’t been tortured out of Tallon. There was only so much you could withstand… if you were trained. Engineers weren’t.
“Lothal was one of the planets listed as a diversionary location for General Organa,” Finn said.
Iolo paled. “That means Cassidode IV, Primtara… and Mako Ta… could be gone too.”
“We have to warn the others.”
“And get back to Kothal,” Poe said. “Who knows how long the tunnels will hold.”
Finn rubbed his temples. “Our ship’s comms were destroyed in the crash.”
Karé flicked the pod’s hyperwave communicator on. Predictably, nothing happened; the shredded antenna was the first thing Poe noticed as he had climbed into the wrecked craft.
“I know where you can get a ship.” Ira Nyx startled them all. They turned to him standing in the gaping hole where the pod’s engine once sat. “Garel City. You can broadcast your message from there. The streets are crawling with First Order troopers, but their main area of concern is the spaceport.”
“And where exactly is this ship?” Finn asked, eyes narrowed. Poe already knew the answer.
“The spaceport.”
“Of course it is.”
“A friend owes me a favor. Jem Cade. Hangar 71-C.”
“And you’ll be staying here?” Poe also knew the answer.
‘There’s something I’ve got to tell you,’ Poe gasps in between the presses of Finn’s lips. His skin burns so hot he can barely breathe out the words. ‘If we don’t make it back alive.’
‘Oh, we’re making it back alive,’ says Finn, and the steely certainty in his voice goes straight to Poe’s groin. ‘So you can tell me tomorrow.’
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron/Finn, Rey & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Rey, Din Djarin & Finn, Finn & Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron & Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron & Din Djarin, Finn & Leia Organa, Poe Dameron & Leia Organa
Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Jessika Pava, Iolo Arana, Temmin "Snap" Wexley, Rose Tico
Additional Tags: TFA Rewrite, Set during TFA, Set after Poe's captured, Established Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Eventual Poe Dameron/Finn, Force-Sensitive Finn (Star Wars), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Found Family, Fluff and Angst, Nightmares, Poe Dameron Hurts So Prettily, Canon-Typical Violence, references to past torture, Trans Poe Dameron, Nonbinary Din Djarin, Nonbinary Jessika Pava, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Retired Mand'alor Din Djarin, Humor, POV Alternating, BAMF Dinluke
Summary:
It's been six weeks, four days, and 21 hours since Leia Organa has last heard from Poe Dameron. She can't lose him. He's too important, to the Resistance, to the war effort, to her. She has no options left but to contact the one person she believes could find him and rescue him. The Mand'alor has been living in retirement with his husband and their son, but he's her last hope.
In short, the ruler of Mandalore and Jedi Master Skywalker help locate Poe Dameron. What they don't expect is to bring others back with them.
IT’S HERE!! IT’S HERE!! From the Same Star is finally up!!!
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Organization for Transformative Works
Original Fic: who needs soulmates anyway by kbirb that's me! in 2015
Relationship: Finn/Poe
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, that's up to the reader to decide, soulmates name au
Audio Length: 16 minutes, 22 seconds
Summary: Poe never needed a soulmate and Finn never knew they existed. Or, a named-based soulmate AU.
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“Wow.” Finn folds his hands in his lap. “I didn’t know you knew them before all this. What were they like?”
“…tired. And young. I mean, I was a kid, I thought they were old. I think Leia was always old. But they didn’t seem like Rebellion heroes to me. Han liked to fight with my mom about engine schematics, Leia liked to lift me when I couldn’t reach something in a cabinet, and Luke liked to sneak me candy. Well,” he amends. “Leia scared me a little. But a respectful kind of fear.” There was always respect, with Leia. Luke and Han had been more fun when he was a kid. Luke would pass him a bag of gummy krayt dragons under the table while they were sitting at dinner that Poe would silently shove into his pocket, and Han would grab both him and Ben around the middle, one in each arm when they were small enough to do that, and haul them physically into the air, spinning them around, cheerfully calling them little bastards for running off with Dad’s cookie jar and not leaving him any. But Leia was different. Her corners were sharper but her edges were softer, and she’d always carried herself with a kind of dignity that he’d known to admire, even if he hadn’t known why.
hello hello, i would like to order fluff number #17 for finnpoe please with extra sugar
Of course!! This gave me an excuse to write a fluffy lil Sick Finn fic
Fluff #17: "Come here, I need to hug you."
Finn felt awful. Absolutely awful. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his head was pounding, and he could barely walk. In fact, he had been awake for about four hours and he still hadn't gotten out of bed. He had just been watching reruns of The Office, huddling under blankets, and thanking God that no one was there to see him cry over how sweet Jim and Pam were. He was sick and miserable and needed a good cry, sue him.
He looked at the text from Poe one more time, hoping it would motivate him to get out of bed.
Poe <3: left you a surprise in the kitchen, ill be home at 3, hope you feel better, love you baby :)
Finn sighed, knowing it was really close to three. Like, fifteen minutes until three. The pounding in his head made it almost impossible to sit up but he managed, hauling himself out of bed. The medicine seemed to be working, he could actually walk now, which was nice. One foot in front of the other Finn, he told himself.
"Heh, you put one foot in front of the other-" he sang softly, then had to stop, feeling nauseated.
Shit.
He managed to duck into the bathroom before he threw up. Well, there goes the medicine. He didn't know how long he sat there, even after he was done, waiting for his stomach to settle down. It never did. When the churning had stilled enough for Finn to rise to his feet again, he brushed his teeth and splashed some water on his face. The dull pounding in his head had now escalated to a sharp pain right behind his eyes, almost like an ice pick. He stared blankly at his reflection, for several minutes, or did his reflection stare at him? Shit the water's running- he turned off the sink and made his way into the kitchen, programing the Kuireg to make him a cup of hot water.
Even the quiet trickling of the cup filling up was too loud for him to handle. With a great shudder his legs all but gave out under him and he slid down the cabinets, picking through the tea bags he had dropped.
That was when he saw it.
There was a wicker basket on the floor across from him, a little note attached to the handle. He managed to drag it forward with his feet, the texture rough and funny against his skin, until he could grab the note. The letters twisted and swirled in Poe's messy half-cursive hand, and Finn squinted, bringing a hand up to his face.
Glasses, he thought vaguely. Glasses? No glasses.
He could make out a few words, "Trader Joe's" and "favorite" and a little smiley face at the end. Even with the cotton that had replaced his brain cells for the day, he had a pretty good guess as to what was in the basket. He gasped happily, then instantly regretted it as he was thrown into a coughing fit, but even that couldn't stop him from pulling out the box of chocolates. He all but tore them open, popping one of the candies into his mouth.
Savoring the flavor he sorted through the rest of the things in the basket. Fuzzy socks, a book that he couldn't quite make out the title of, a new box of his favorite tea, more peppermint oil for the diffuser, a cute little dollar store stuffed fox, and a thermos labeled soup, Dameron family recipe.
All of a sudden Finn was crying, clutching the little stuffed fox to his chest. At that very moment, Poe came in through the front door, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw Finn on the floor.
"Finn," his voice was heavy with worry as he rushed over. "What's wrong hon? Why are you crying?"
"Come here," Finn managed, voice funny from the crying and congestion. "I need to hug you."
Poe smiled, gathering his fiance up in his arms. "Okay, okay," he kissed the side of Finn's head.
"You're so thoughtful," he sobbed, "I love you I love you I love you." He puncuated each statement with kisses to Poe's cheek, relishing in the feeling of stubble scratching against his lips.
Poe laughed, "love you too baby, always will."
End
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