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tellmevarric · 6 years

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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.

Now though, they were stuck in a small ship as they made for an old rebel base that Leia knew about, to hunker down and hope that some of their allies sucked up the courage to join them and rebuild the Resistance. It made avoiding Finn difficult and worse, it made avoiding seeing Finn and Rey or Finn and Rose difficult. Finn always seemed more pleased to see them, more willing to spend time with them than he was with Poe and now Poe had to find a way to shove all those half-formed hopes and dreams back into their box and forget them. Which was proving to be easier said than done.

“There you are.”

Poe gave a start and leaned forward to look around the bulkhead he was hiding behind. “Leia?” He sighed. “What’s happened now?”

“Nothing,” she said as she came round and sat down on a crate in front of his little hidey-hole. “Your brooding was getting annoying.”

“I’m not…” He stopped as she gave him an unimpressed look and sighed again. He seemed to be very good at getting unimpressed looks from her these days. “Alright, I am brooding.”

Leia smirked at him faintly. “What I can’t figure out is why you’re sitting here sulking instead of going out and spending time with your man.”

Poe blinked. “I’m not sulking,” he said, deliberately avoiding the second part of Leia’s statement.

That earned him another unimpressed look. “Now you’re just being obtuse.”

“He’s not my man,” Poe replied, his unhappiness shining through for a moment before he shoved it down. “He never was.”

Leia sighed. “Poe, I may not be a Jedi but I can feel the Force and I can feel the thread that binds you two together.”

“He’s not interested,” Poe said, firmly ignoring the hope that threatened to rise at Leia’s words. “He’s… I’ve seen the way he looks at Rey. And at Rose.”

Leia now looked exasperated. “Do you always leave your brains in the cockpit, flyboy?”

Poe frowned. “What do you mean?”

“That boy spends half his time pining after you and the other half trying to look good in your eyes,” Leia said, dryly amused.

“But… Rey?”

Leia chuckled. “Oh, he has a bond with her, it’s true, but it’s more like the one I had with Luke.”

Poe stared at her for a moment. “And Rose?”

“She’s his friend.” Leia gave him an exasperated look. “Get your backside out of that hole, General Dameron, and get your act together.”

Poe grimaced and began to climb out then he suddenly stopped and stared at her. “Wait… General?”

“Congratulations,” Leia said dryly. “You just got promoted.”

“But…” Poe swallowed. “I failed you. And the Resistance.”

Leia stared down at the floor for a moment then she got to her feet. “One thing you’re going to learn about rebellions and resistances, Poe, is that we all fail from time to time. We can’t win every battle and we don’t always succeed. Sometimes we even get brought down to our knees. It’s not the falling that matters, General. It’s the getting up and continuing to fight that’s important.”

Poe nodded slowly, lost in his own thoughts as he assimilated that. He didn’t notice Leia smile at him proudly and take her leave and he certainly didn’t notice her nod to the man who entered the hold.

“Poe?”

Finn’s voice startled Poe out of his thoughts and he stared at the other man with surprise for a moment.

“She made me a General,” he blurted before he could gather his wits properly.

“Yeah,” Finn said with a small smile. “She did the same to me. Said we were following in some time-honoured traditions but she wouldn’t elaborate.”

“The Rebellion threw people into leadership roles like that,” Poe said, still a little distracted. He then sloughed off that mood and looked at Finn. He swallowed hard before asking, “How’s Rey? And Rose?”

“Rose is recovering well,” Finn said with a hint of ruefulness that Poe would have loved an explanation for. He suspected it had something to do with how she’d been injured. “And Rey…” He grinned wryly. “Rey told me to get my head out of my ass and come down here and tell you how I felt before she did it for me.”

Poe gaped for a moment then he blinked. “Tell me how…?” He began to smile. “Leia was pretty much doing the same thing.”

“Yeah?” Finn said as he took a step forward towards Poe.

Poe matched that step. “Yeah.”

Finn grinned. “Then… can I…?”

“Yeah,” Poe said hurriedly, cutting him off. “Yeah, you can… you can do whatever you want.”

Finn laughed at his eagerness then closed the gap and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. Poe sighed into it and closed his eyes as Finn wrapped an arm around his waist. They embraced and just kissed for a while and when the kiss finally ended, they didn’t part, just stood there in each other’s embrace and rested their foreheads against the other.

“That was… great,” Finn said, his smile full of wonder.

“There’s a lot more where that came from, buddy,” Poe replied with a chuckle.

Finn laughed at him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

They swayed together for a moment then they kissed again, drawn together without thought or words. Poe let out a whine as Finn pressed him back against the bulkhead and things might have gone further then and there but the ship suddenly lurched as they dropped out of hyperspace. They broke apart and looked at each other.

“We’re here,” Poe said.

“Yeah.”

“We’d better…” Poe gestured towards the rest of the ship.

He’d admit he was pleased when Finn looked a little disappointed. “Yeah.”

“We’ll… come back to this though,” Poe said, leaning in to capture another quick kiss. “Soon.”

“Good,” Finn said with a smile before slowly pulling away and stepping back. He straightened his clothes then held out one hand. “Coming. General Dameron?”

Poe took his hand and grinned. “You bet, General Finn.”

#stormpilotweek #stormpilotweek2018 #stormpilot #finnpoe #poe dameron #finn #writing #fic #star wars

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worth-three-portions · 7 years

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It’s Stormpilot Week again!! :D

So here’s my contribution for one of the themes for Day #1: Matchmaker BB-8!

Because the simplest methods are often the best :)

#stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek #finnpoe #stormpilot #poe dameron #my star wars art #star wars fan art #my star wars manga

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beautifullights1 · 7 years

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stormpilot fanwork appreciation day!

Oh my. Ohhhh my goodness. I have no idea where to start and I’m sure I’ll forget a bunch of great authors, but here goes: thank you all for making my day every time you update a fic.

Authors:

@animalasaysrauer (TuppingLiberty) my beloved RP buddy, who’s responsible for a heckton of sweet fics, most of which feature emotionally honest conversations - my personal jam.

@imaginarygolux who blesses the fandom with an astonishing amount of charming fics, including some prime h/c, delightful smut, and unique AUs.

@topographical-map-of-utah who wrote a whole bouquet of incredible fics featuring trans Poe. Also draws incredibly adorable art as @topoart, AKA the only tumblr I’ve ever signed up for notifications from, because no sir I do not want to miss a single drawing.

@shawarma-palace (Cognomen) writes sentences that just take my breath away for a few seconds while I stare at it, hoping that if I read enough of them I’ll be able to write like that someday. Start with the glorious Endymion and I.

@la-tarasque who’s been off in real life for a while (sob!) but whose fics are still some of the most incredible whump I’ve ever read. Start with Last of the Chaos and go from there.

@bomberqueen17‘s Home Out in the Wind series offers all of the character development, relationship growth, and worldbuilding one could ever ask for in a longfic (like, really long, wondrously long, sink-your-teeth-into-and-stay long). OT3 endgame.

Fics:

latch onto me by @beautifulglider basically killed me with laughter, which is the best way to go.

the hand that first held mine by @deputychairman gave me a lot of Feelings, how dare. Especially about Finn and children. Don’t do this to me, please. I have enough of those already.

Sounds like a Plan by @cha-llamala features the most hilarious mid-firefight banter I’ve ever read.

Later by GalacticProportions: All of GalacticProportion’s fics are graceful, well-written, and heartfelt, with vivid characters and settings. Go read them. Now. Careful, you may catch a feeling or three.

measured by @twofrontteethstillcrooked: Finn feels. So many Finn feels. So well-written. So much goodness. Oh my.

A Room with a View by pyes: Long one-shot with some incredible worldbuilding, character development, and holy moly hot smut.

Memories Lost by @linatrinch: Slayed me. Completely. I can’t wait for the Finn POV companion fic, no pressure or anything ;)

Jessika Pava: Best Wingman in the Resistance! by ScarlettStorm: HILARIOUS. Like, oh my god, falling out of my desk chair and rolling around on the floor clutching my ribs because OH MY GOD THIS FIC. Just wait till the boot, ok?

#stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek #fanwork appreciation day #stormpilot fic recs #fic recs!

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inyourorangeshirt · 7 years

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A (relatively) quick stormpilot bookstore/library AU drawing for Day 6 of @stormpilotweek2017. You can tell I tried to be more loose and sketchy but gave up on that by the time I got to drawing Poe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Finn’s a cute librarian and Poe’s this nerd who doesn’t think said cute librarian can tell he has a crush (but he can)

#stormpilot #stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek #star wars finn #poe dameron #sw #star wars #drawings

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stormpilotweek · 7 years

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Hello, everyone! As a reminder, Stormpilot Week starts on July 1st! (Hopefully you guys are more prepared than I am. :P But if not, no worries, there’s still time! That’s what this post is for--a lil reminder to get ready before the week actually starts if you can! And, of course, you don’t have to make something for each day. Just do however much you have time for!) These are the themes:

Day 1: July 1st - Matchmaker BB-8 OR Poster boys of the Resistance Day 2: July 2nd - Fake married/Fake dating OR Alternative Meeting Day 3: July 3rd - Hurt/Comfort OR Everyday life Day 4: July 4th - Soulmate AU OR Role Reversal Day 5: July 5th - Deleted Senes from The Last Jedi Day 6: July 6th - Any AU Day 7: July 7th - Fanwork Appreciation

If you’re confused about anything, check out this more detailed post, and after that, if you still have a question, you can ask us here! We hope to see a lot of you participate and can’t wait to see your creations! :)

#modruby #stormpilot #finnpoe #stormpilotweek #stormpilotweek2017 #tfa #tlj #poe dameron #finn (star wars)#bb-8

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onthecyberseas · 7 years

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StormPilot Week: Poster Boys Of The Resistance

#StormPilot #stormpilotweek #stormpilotweek2017

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serstolas · 7 years

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Stormpilot Week 2017, Day 7, Fanwork appreciation Day

Sweet Force where do I start? There are so many amazing Fanfic and fanart creators for Poe and Finn. QianLan and their fantastic AUs and some reall heartrending fics (Read "Hope"!) https://archiveofourown.org/users/QianLan/pseuds/QianLan Topographical Map Of Utah has some of the sweetest and occassionally angsty AUs. I adore "Along Came Baby" https://archiveofourown.org/users/Topographical_Map_Of_Utah/pseuds/Topographical_Map_Of_Utah Beautifullights has some beautiful NSFW reads https://archiveofourown.org/users/beautifullights/works TuppingLiberty has some hard hitting aus that deal beautifully with heavy issues https://archiveofourown.org/users/TuppingLiberty/pseuds/TuppingLiberty/works Imaginary_golex writes some amazing fractured fairytales https://archiveofourown.org/users/imaginary_golux/pseuds/imaginary_golux Bluestream has some rather heartshattering and lovely fics https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bluestem/pseuds/Bluestem pdameron has some really cute AUs https://archiveofourown.org/users/pdameron/pseuds/pdameron/works Frequently Humming has some aus I may or may nor be addicted to. https://archiveofourown.org/users/Frequently_Humming/pseuds/Frequently_Humming Go check them out for some fantastic reads! @cha-llamala @animalasaysrauer @beautifullights1 @topoart

#stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek

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serceleste · 7 years

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untitled - stormpilot week day 2 - fake married

As per usual, I forgot about this week until last night but fake relationship is one of my very very favorite tropes so I wanted to come up with something! Consider this the beginning of what will be a longer fic, but should stand decently on its own. :)

Summary: Finn and Poe go undercover as husbands to a gathering for First Order officers and their partners. (868 words currently)

“This is a terrible idea,” Finn said, pulling at his collar.

Poe reached out to straighten it for him, fingers maybe lingering a little too long, but they needed to look exactly right, every line of their pressed outfits perfectly straight, or this was never going to work. “It is a terrible idea but the general asked, so, here we are.”

“You should learn to say no once in a while.”

“And miss all the fun?” Poe grinned, which only made Finn roll his eyes. “Besides, you look pretty sharp in the uniform, buddy. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it.” Say what you want about the First Order - and Poe was ready to say a lot - but they had great tailoring.

“I feel like I’m suffocating,” Finn muttered, hand moving to his collar again so that Poe had to swat it away. “Thought defecting meant I never had to wear one of these fucking uniforms again.”

“Well, technically you’ve never worn one of these before,” Poe started but then fell quiet at the look on Finn’s face.

Yeah. Missing the point.

He touched Finn’s elbow reassuringly. “It’s just a few hours, then you can take it off. And on the plus side, think of all the info we’ll be able to wrangle out of drunk officers and their lonely partners, right?”

“Right,” Finn agreed, attempting a weak smile. “Still wish I could’ve been the plus one, though.”

“But my ass looks fine in this suit,” Poe said, which earned him a genuine laugh. Point to Dameron.

There was an actual reason for Finn going as the officer and Poe as his guest, though. An obvious actual reason, which was that Finn was going to have a far easier time of passing himself off as a First Order officer than Poe would. All those years as a stromtrooper gave him insight that Poe would never have been able to learn in the couple of days they had leading up to this op.

And he did look fine as hell in the uniform, so that Poe was certain he was going to have highly conflicted dreams in the coming days. First Order officers shouldn’t be hot. It was like a rule or something. Or it should have been, anyway.

(There might have been multiple reasons this was a terrible idea and Finn didn’t even know half of them.)

“Ready?” Poe asked. “I think we’re approaching the point where we go from fashionably late to extremely unfashionably late, hey, look at us!”

Finn’s face was set in resolution. He nodded. “Ready. Let’s go.”

“Okay, honey,” Poe said, sliding his arm around Finn’s waist.

“Seriously?”

“Hey, get used to it, buddy. We gotta make this believable.”

Yeah, that was where this op got really weird. It wasn’t just any old First Order dinner they were busting in on.

They were crashing a private gathering for First Order officers and their significant others.

So Poe and Finn’s fake ID badges might have said they were husbands. Maybe. Possibly.

Finn was right. This was a terrible idea.

Poe wasn’t sure exactly what he had expected from a First Order soiree. Lots of stern-faced officers with pasted-on smiles and turned-up noses, maybe, making small talk about how the New Republic was uncouth and wasn’t it just such a shame about Starkiller?

There was that, but there was also extremely fine clothing, more booze than Poe had seen in one place since he’d joined the Resistance, and a hell of a refreshments table. So apparently the First Order knew how to throw a party. Poe supposed they had the funds for it.

Which was a depressing thought, considering. If they could spend this much on a party, fuck knows what they were spending on their military.

Everyone was human. It was like the Empire all over again.

Finn had frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the spectacle, at the officers, at their partners. There was a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

“Finn,” Poe prompted softly. “Finn, it’s okay. We got in fine. No one suspects.”

“What if they know me? Poe, what if they recognize me?”

“You were a stormtrooper. No offense, pal, but it’s highly unlikely these high-ranking officers have ever given you a second thought.”

The only ones who might weren’t on the guest list. General Organa had made certain of that.

Finn was nodding quickly, like he was convincing himself. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. They’ve never seen me with my helmet off. Chances are they’ve never seen me period. I can do this.”

Poe touched Finn’s hip, glad that the gesture would seem normal to anyone who happened to glance at them. “You can. You’re perfect for this, Finn. No one else in the Resistance would be able to pull it off.” He smiled, aiming for reassuring. “Plus, we both know you can lie when you need to.”

“Right,” Finn said, and though he didn’t smile he at least looked less panicked. “Can you just…”

Poe rested his hand at the small of Finn’s back and felt a minute relaxation in the tension of his muscles. “Let’s go steal us some intel, honey,” he said.

#stormpilot #finnpoe #stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek #star wars #celeste9 writes #fanfic #finn x poe

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delphineera · 7 years

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Oh god I haven't drawn in SOOOO long, let alone fan art!!! Here's to hoping I'll draw more 😁 Day 1 of stormpilot week: poster boys of the resistance.

#stormpilot #stormpilotweek2017 #stormpilotweek #star wars #the force awakens #the last jedi #finnpoe

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monnibor · 6 years

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Second sketch for stormpilot week with the prompt “sharing clothes”.

Your wardrobe is no longer yours, Poe. Just accept it.

#stormpilotweek #stormpilotweek2018 #stormpilot #finnpoe #poe dameron #finn #sfw #my art #the quality of this picture is even worse than the last one!#it's just so dark whenever i try to take a picture and i have no idea how to edit them either

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xwingsandlaserswords · 6 years

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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.

#stormpilotweek #stormpilotweek2018 #finnpoe #poe dameron #sw finn #rebel finn #still pining people!#stormpilot

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tellmevarric · 7 years

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Always Doing Things The Hard Way

Here is my fic for Day 4 of Stormpilot week.

Day 4 - Soulmate AU

Poe doesn’t believe in soulmates. That’s what he says anyway. Because the name etched into his skin is FN-2187 and who names their kid something like that? It has to be a joke of some kind. But then he finds himself in the hands of the First Order and FN-2187 isn’t a joke, he’s the man rescuing him. He’s changed his mind - he definitely believes in soulmates.

This can also be found over at AO3.

Poe always said he didn’t believe in soulmates. It both was and wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe they occurred – his parents had been soulmates, after all, and so had the General and Han Solo – but it was more that he didn’t believe that having a soulmate was all it was cracked up to be. He may have been a child when his mother died but he remembered the pain his father had suffered and, well, the less said about the General and Solo’s relationship, the better really.

He knew he had a soulmate. The name – if that was what you wanted to call it – had etched itself onto his side, running along the line of one of his ribs, when he was seventeen. He remembered standing in front of a mirror for a long, long time, poking and prodding at the name with a frown, wondering who would call their child FN-2187. It had always seemed more like the designation for a droid than an actual name.

As the years passed and there was no sign of this oddly named soulmate, he’d sometimes wondered if it was a droid. That would have been interesting. The idea that droids have souls would have been like throwing a bomb into the Senate building. The idea had both amused him and horrified him. Eventually though, he’d stopped wondering about his soulmate, too busy with first the Republic Navy and then with the Resistance. He’d been firmly convinced that he would never meet someone so improbably named.

But then he was captured by the First Order, tortured and tormented, his mind pulled inside out by Kylo Ren and then rescued by a nervous, frightened but so very brave Stormtrooper. When he climbed into the TIE fighter, he had to stop himself from giggling like a little boy. He’d always wanted to fly one of these ever since he’d been allowed to sit inside the one they had on display in the museum on Coruscant when he was a boy. The General… Princess as she’d still been back then… had made the arrangements to allow him to do that.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he said, once they were clear of the star destroyer, half turning to catch a glimpse of the Stormtrooper who had rescued him.

“FN-2187,” came the reply and Poe was too caught up in prepping the fighter and fighting back the pain from his injuries for it to register at first.

“F… what?” He stuttered to a halt, feeling like he’d been punched in the chest.

The Stormtrooper continued on, unaware of Poe’s sudden inner turmoil. “That’s the only name they ever gave me.”

Poe pulled himself together, reminding himself firmly that they needed to escape first then he could have a meltdown over who and what his soulmate was. He did allow himself to feel the outrage that naming people with numbers raised in him.

“Well, I ain’t using it,” he said with indignation. He groped for something right, a name, not a serial number. “FN, huh? Finn! I’m gonna call you Finn. Is that alright?”

He could almost feel the delight and wonder from the back of the TIE fighter. “Finn? Yeah. Finn. I like that!”

As the Stormtrooper – Finn – said that, Poe felt a jab of pain from his ribs where FN-2187 had been emblazoned for so many years. He wanted to look and see what had happened, he wanted to say something to Finn but now was really not the time. So instead he settled for introducing himself.

“I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.”

He didn’t hear Finn’s sudden startled noise over the sound of the engines but he did hear Finn’s reply.

“Good to meet you, Poe.”

He thought there was something extra, some timbre of the man’s voice, that meant something but they didn’t have time for questions right now.

“Good to meet you too, Finn.”

And boy, was it. Of all the circumstances he’d imagined meeting his soulmate, this wasn’t one of them. There was so much he wanted to say, so many questions to ask but there was also a damn star destroyer right behind them and they were not out of the woods just yet.

The subsequent argument, such as it was, about returning to Jakku for his droid was cut short by the hit to their engines and the resulting crash landing also drove it out of his mind, lost in the desperation to get to safety and his grief for a soulmate lost and found within minutes. It wasn’t until he was back on D’Qar in his own quarters after having spilled out the whole story to the General, including the fact that Finn had been his soulmate, that he had a chance to stop and do more than just react. She’d been sympathetic and sent him off to first medical to be checked out then back to his room.

He heaved a sigh of relief once the door to his room closed behind him then he leaned against it with a renewed jolt of grief and frustrated anger. He’d failed his mission – though the General had been adamant that he hadn’t (he didn’t believe her) – and he’d lost his droid and his soulmate.

He sighed and pushed himself off the door, heading immediately for the fresher. He stank and he itched with dried sweat and blood and dust. He stripped off his clothes mechanically and all but crawled into the shower. He let the hot water run over his head as he braced himself against the wall and tried to let it wash away the horrible feeling of failure. Finally, after deciding that drowning himself in the shower wasn’t a productive use of his time, he grabbed the soap and scrubbed off the collected filth and blood from his capture and escape. He then climbed out of the shower and dried himself off perfunctorily.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the door and it was then that a flash of black in the mirror caught his eye. He came to a halt and stared at his reflection. There, written where FN-2187 had once been but still in that familiar cramped handwriting, was one word – Finn. He gaped at the name etched into his skin and brought one shaking hand up to brush his fingers over the name of his soulmate.

Soulmate names disappeared when one of the pair (or more) died. He knew that. He’d seen the Shara Bey on his father’s collarbone slowly fade after his mother had died. It had been significantly fainter even after only a few hours and completely gone within three days. He remembered how it had added to his father’s grief.

He rubbed the name and continued to stare at it in the mirror’s reflection. Given the amount of time that had passed since they’d crashed on Jakku, Finn’s name should have been fading. But it wasn’t. It was as strong as it had ever been and an almost desperate hope bloomed in his chest. Finn wasn’t dead. He was alive and probably stuck on Jakku. He needed to go back!

Poe scrambled out of the fresher and yanked on some clean clothes and a new flight suit. Just as he was reaching for the door handle, the comm system blared to life.

“All X-Wing pilots report to the hanger bay. All X-Wing pilots report to the hanger bay. Commander Dameron, please report to Command.”

Poe stared at the ceiling for a moment in annoyed frustration then yanked the door open, a litany of curses spilling from his lips as he went to do his job.

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Poe jumped down from Black One and handed his helmet over to one of the ground crew. The mission to Takodana had gone… as well as could be expected. Maz’s cantina had taken a hell of a lot of damage but they’d given the First Order something to think about. However, Poe had been glad to head back to D’Qar and he was now marshalling his arguments to present to the General about heading back to Jakku to find Finn. They were going to have to be good because Takodana had also brought back Han Solo into the mix and she always got a little grouchy when he was around.

But before he could do anything, he heard a familiar whistle and whipped around to see BB-8 rolling towards him across the tarmac, whistling and beeping enthusiastically.

“BB-8, my buddy!” he said with open delight and he crouched down. His little droid was still whistling and beeping ecstatically and he laughed and patted her. “Whoa! Slow down, buddy.”

He broke off as BB-8 beeped excitedly about Friend-Finn and Friend-Rey and how they had helped her and got her back.

“Finn?” Poe said urgently. “Finn found you?”

BB-8 whistled an affirmative and then added several beeps. Poe turned to look towards where the Millenium Falcon had landed and… there he was. He got to his feet and started walking towards Finn before breaking into a jog until he could all but throw himself into Finn’s arms. The hug was everything he could have wanted.

“What happened to you?” Finn demanded.

“What happened? I got thrown from the crash. I woke up at night, no you, no ship, nothing. BB-8 said that you saved them.”

“No, no, it wasn’t just me…”

“You completed my mission.” Force, there was so much more he wanted to say but that was the first thing that came to mind. Then he realised something. “Finn… that’s my jacket.”

Finn immediately started to remove it, looking apologetic, but Poe stopped him. There was something about Finn, his soulmate, wearing his clothes that made his breath catch.

“No, no, no. Keep it. It suits you.” He bit his lip to stop himself from continuing or from leaning forward to kiss Finn. “You’re a good man, Finn.”

Finn then leaned in a little. “Poe, I need your help.”

The explanation that came next was slightly garbled but Poe understood enough of it to realise what it meant and he immediately led Finn down into Command to where the General was. He nearly panicked when she made the comment about needing to talk to Finn because just for a moment, when he introduced Finn, he saw a gleam in her eyes that he was sure did not bode well. But instead the talk turned to Starkiller and Finn’s friend and what they were going to do.

Eventually, they were sent on their way by the General as she issued orders to have Starkiller base scouted by one of the pilots (“Not you, Dameron,” she’d said firmly, tilting her head the barest amount towards Finn. “You have something else to take care of.”) and rousted the Intelligence officers out to prepare for a briefing in a couple of hours. Poe sent Snap off to do the scouting then escorted Finn further into the base. As he did, he realised he wasn’t sure what to say.

He looked over and saw how jittery Finn was and he bumped the man’s shoulder with his own. “Hey. It’ll be okay. We’re going to do this. It just takes a bit of organisation so we do it right.”

Finn gave him a wan smile. “Yeah… yeah, I know. It just…”

“Doesn’t make it any easier,” Poe finished for him with a sympathetic smile. He felt the first jitters of his own at how concerned Finn was for this girl, Rey. He wasn’t sure what it meant and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

“Yeah,” Finn said then he hesitated. “Um, Poe? Can we… can we talk?”

“Sure,” Poe said, shoving away the faint feelings of trepidation that rose at the question.

“Somewhere private?”

Poe nodded and led Finn to his room. He closed the door behind them and leaned against it as casually as he could manage.

“What’s up?”

Finn licked his lips and shifted nervously for a moment. “Um, well…”

He looked anywhere but at Poe for a moment then he pulled down the collar of his shirt far enough for Poe to see what was etched into the skin on his left pectoral. It was Poe Dameron, stark white against Finn’s dark skin and written in his spiky slanted handwriting.

Poe gulped and stripped off the top of his flight suit. He turned slightly and pulled up the shirt he wore underneath to reveal the Finn on his ribs. He managed a small smile. “Me too, buddy. Me too.”

He was completely, utterly and totally unprepared for the force of Finn’s brilliant, bright, happy smile and the way it seemed to shatter any attempts at composure he might try for. He could only return it and let the hope he’d been carefully sitting on break free within him as he let his shirt fall back down.

“They… they told us it wasn’t real. That soulmates weren’t real,” Finn said, almost babbling in his excitement. “That it was a remnant of a time when people were slaves. But I…” His smile segued into something soft and wondering. “I never really believed that. I didn’t want to.” He frowned a little and gestured towards Poe’s side. “But… it says Finn.”

Poe had to swallow hard before he could speak. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely then he cleared his throat before he continued. “It… it used to say FN-2187.”

Finn’s eyes widened and he rushed forward before suddenly coming to a halt right in front of Poe. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out with one hand and placing it on Poe’s side, right where his name was written. Poe shuddered as the warmth of Finn’s hand seeped through his shirt.

“Finn,” he said hoarsely. “Can I… I need…?” He yanked his composure back around him a little. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Finn said equally as hoarsely.

Poe brought one hand up to cradle Finn’s face then leaned in and pressed his lips against Finn’s. For a moment, Finn was still against him then he returned the kiss and Poe sighed. As they kissed, they could both feel the soulmate bond start to form between them. That seemed to spur Finn into action and Poe quickly found himself crowded against the door with Finn’s body hard against him. He clutched at Finn’s shirt and moaned into a kiss that was rapidly becoming more and more heated.

They finally parted when they realised that they needed to breathe and came to rest with their foreheads pressed together. It took a little longer for Poe to open his eyes again and when he did, he found Finn watching him with a small happy smile.

“So, soulmates,” Poe said, returning the smile.

“Yeah.”

Poe suddenly laughed. “You know, my Dad’s going to say it’s just typical that I had to be captured by the First Order in order to find my soulmate. He always says I never do things the easy way.”

Finn’s reply was interrupted by someone banging on the door, causing Poe to jolt forward into Finn in surprise. He was caught against a solid body and held tight and just for a moment, his brain stuttered to a halt.

“Commander Dameron?”

Poe sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”

“The General’s calling everyone in for a meeting.”

Poe sobered. “Thanks,” he called. “We’ll be there.”

He slowly, reluctantly pulled away from Finn. “We should go. Snap must be back from his scouting run.”

Finn reached out and caught his hand. “What about… this? Us?”

Poe looked down at their joined hands and smiled. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he definitely believed in soulmates now. He opened the door and tugged Finn through with him. “We’ll get back to it when we’re done,” he said as they hurried down the corridor, hand in hand. “We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

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