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Finn works at your local Tim Hortons to pay through university tuition, and Poe is the police officer who comes in 3 times day a for some fresh Canadian coffee and maybe to check out that cute guy at the register
BONUS
Poe: you have a great morning, Finn! *wink*
Finn: (。♥◡♥。)
Oh, would you look at that, I actually inked and coloured this first piece i did for stormpilot week.
Finn/Poe Week Day 1: Mutual Pining
The first thing Poe Dameron learned as a member of the Resistance was that a battlefield is never a place for love.
Darth Vader was born from the fear of losing his beloved wife. The fall of Senator Amidala came from her desperation to save Anakin Skywalker. A story his mother used to tell him was that of two rebel fighters dying in each other's arms. Everyone knew how Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa’s story ended. Poe refused to be that man. No, if he were to go down, it would be for his fellow pilots, his cause or General Organa.
At least, that's what he thought… until he met him.
Finn threw a wrench in everything. Suddenly Poe found himself thinking of the other male more than battle strategies. Instead of looking in the distance, Poe found his gaze drawn to Finn. He’d turn away right after he caught himself, but that didn't stop the blush coating his cheeks. He’d try to make himself focus on other things. He’d even tried tidying up both his X-wing and his quarters!
No matter what he did, Poe couldn’t stop himself from wondering if in another time, in another place, he and Finn could have lived their happily ever after.
“A battlefield is no place for love,” Poe thought, “but I can think about it a little.”
His eyes met Finn’s from across the room. Both men turned away quickly.
“He almost saw me,” Finn chastised himself, “What are you doing? There is no place for romance during a war.” He looked back over to see Poe laugh. He smiled, "But maybe I can think about it a little..."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn Additional Tags: Military AU, DADT Era, nineties au, Period-Typical Homophobia, Trans!Poe, Homophobic Language, Casual Racism, Christianity, Don't worry, nothing really bad happens, minor fisticuffs, but no one gets hurt, lots of hand-holding, lots of nerd shit, Some kissing, Happy Ending Summary:
For Stormpilot Week 2018: Historical AU.
Finn and Poe are Army Aviation reservists, thrown together as buddies for annual training exercises- the "two weeks in the summer" that the recruiting ads mention. This takes place circa 1998. That's only 20 years ago, but I'm calling it a historical AU because I think it is proper and correct to think of DADT as a historical era.
(A/N: I can't believe I finally finished this! I also can’t believe I thought I would have finished it by the middle of September, lol. This is the hardest I've ever worked on any fic or probably any writing project ever. Thank you so much to everyone who hung in there with the slow updates and cheered me on with your kind, wonderful comments.)
Hopes And Dreams
A little piece for Day 1 of Stormpilot Week. The theme was: Matchmaker Leia or Mutual Pining. I kind of combined the two of them.
The Millenium Falcon was not a big ship, something that was emphasised all the more by the number of people on board. For all that the Resistance numbered a bare handful now, they still made the old freighter seem crowded. It made trying to avoid people a little difficult but eventually Poe managed it, tucking himself away in a corner of one of the holds behind a bulkhead. He needed some time to himself, to centre himself and to think, and with everyone looking to him as much as they did to the General, trying to do that anywhere else was difficult.
He needed some time to build up his internal defences again. He’d never really considered how things were going to go when Finn woke up. He’d had some hopes that maybe that connection between them meant something, that he meant something to Finn, but he’d never let himself think about it beyond some vague hopes and daydreams. Those hopes and dreams had taken their first knock when Finn had woken up and he’d intercepted him in the corridor. Finn had barely seemed to register his presence, more concerned about Rey than anything else. But Poe had his own challenges at that time and everything else had ended up on the backburner until now.
Second sketch for stormpilot week with the prompt “sharing clothes”.
Your wardrobe is no longer yours, Poe. Just accept it.
Finn/Poe Week Day 2: Sharing Clothes
As a pilot, Poe Dameron didn't see much land action. He was always up above fighting a different battle. When he wasn't in sky, Poe could be found back at the Resistance Base. He was never assigned work on the ground. He was never assigned to another base.
That was, until Hoth.
Sure, Poe was warned that it was cold, but he didn't know it would be this cold. General Organa guffawed when he tried to tell her. “You think Luke Skywalker buried himself in a dead tauntaun for fun?” She asked.
So here Poe was, miserable and cold. He hoped to never be assigned away from the Resistance Base again.
Finn seemed to be the only one who had some sympathy. “The Stormtrooper outfits weren't that warm either,” he explained.
First it was a pair of gloves. Then it was a hat. Poe wouldn't take his scarf. “You need to stay warm too,” he protested.
Finn paused before wrapping it back around his neck. “I’m really not that cold. You don't need to worry about me.”
Poe smiled, “I'll decide who I worry about, buddy.”
Later in the evening, Poe found Finn sitting alone near a fire. He walked over and draped a blanket over his shoulders.
Finn felt the material of the blanket and smiled. Poe sat next to him. “Will you share it with me?” Finn asked, “I'm sure we’ll both warm up sooner if we share our body heat.”
Poe didn't try to argue with that logic.
You know. Because it only has one seat.
Finn’s been taking flying lessons and Poe thinks he wants to show off his new skills.
Day three of stormpilot week with the prompt: inside the cockpit.
