#stormpilotweek2017

[happygiraffe]

Modern AU Snuggles ft. Corgi BB-8!

This was going to be for Stormpilot Week (day 6, any AU) but today was the first day I wasn’t working crazy hours and was able to get it done!

[cadejo]

stormpilot week day 6, any au: witch au

[worth-three-portions]

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 :)

[beautifullights1]

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?

[inyourorangeshirt]

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)

[delphineera]

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.

[stormpilotweek]

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! :)

[onthecyberseas]

StormPilot Week: Poster Boys Of The Resistance

[tellmevarric]

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.

******

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.”

[serstolas]

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

[xyalovegood]

but it takes someone to come around to show you how

A/N Late post for Stormpilot Week, day one: matchmaker BB-8 or poster boys of the Resistance. At least I got it done eventually. Title from Tear in my Heart by tøp bc it’s 4am and I’m tired and I can’t be bothered to spend time trying to think of a better one rn. But anyway the title refers to BB-8, I guess.

Read it on AO3

“BB-8, calm down! I’m running as fast as I can,” Finn panted.

BeeBee beeped in annoyance. Honestly, how humans could deal with those stupid legs all the time instead of having much faster and convenient rolling spheres was beyond him. Hurry up, he chirped. Finn still didn’t understand much of binary, but he got the message.

“What’s wrong?!” Finn asked for what had to be at least the tenth time in the past few minutes. BB-8 had certainly grown on him over the past few months, but there were some moments—such as this one—when the little droid really got under his skin. For the first time, he actually got an answer; a string of exasperated beeps followed his question, but Finn only had the most basic understanding of binary, and the droid, in his excitement, was talking way too fast for him to keep up anyway.

He tried to calm himself down by reasoning that if the First Order had attacked or something equally as catastrophic had happened, he would’ve seen Resistance members dashing left and right, each to their own tasks. He had passed by a few people, but they were acting normal, simply giving him odd looks as he ran by and continuing about their day.

But, a small, dark voice inside his head protested, what if something’s happened to Poe? He quickly pushed that thought aside. That was something he didn’t want to think about. There was no use speculating, anyway. He’d just deal with whatever the situation was when he got there. (He really really hoped that wasn’t it.)

Finally they rounded the corner into a very familiar corridor, and the excitable droid skidded to a stop in front of the door to Finn and Poe’s room. Before Finn had time to catch his breath—or do anything else, for that matter—BB-8 had opened the door, bumped into the back of Finn’s legs until he stumbled inside, and zoomed back out, shutting the door immediately. Finn had a peculiar suspicion that it was also locked. Damn droid. He glared at the door. They hadn’t even explained what was going on. Why would BB-8 want to lock Finn in his own room?

Someone cleared their throat behind him. Finn must have jumped a foot into the air; he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone. “You can try the door,” a voice said as Finn spun around, “but knowing BeeBee, it’s definitely locked.” Poe chuckled, but his voice sounded nervous and apologetic. “We could try blasting it open, but I don’t think the general would appreciate the destruction of Resistance property very much.” When Finn still said nothing (being too busy staring at Poe), he added, “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

Finn was completely baffled. He had never seen Poe look this nervous before. In fact, he was raking his brain just to think of a time when he’d ever seen Poe look nervous at all. It almost looked like he was blushing, too, but it was hard to tell in here because of the dim lighting. Wait, why were the lights so dim? And that’s when he noticed it.

Behind Poe, the tiny table that usually held miscellaneous papers and sometimes hurried breakfasts was covered in a white tablecloth. On the tablecloth were two nice-looking plates loaded with nicely-presented food he’d never seen served at the Resistance before, a bucket of ice holding a bottle of what he could only presume was some kind of alcohol, a vase of flowers the kinds of which he had never seen that were definitely from off-world, and… candles. That would explain the unfamiliar lighting, at least. He’d never seen candles before. (They weren’t exactly common anymore.)

He was pretty sure his mouth was actually hanging open in shock. It looked as though someone had looked up ‘date ideas’ on the net and mimicked the first picture that came up. Was he interrupting something? Was Poe having someone over? He looked back at Poe, a question in his eyes. Blushing (adorably) harder than ever, Poe said hesitantly, “I think… I think BB-8 thinks we’d make a… a cute couple. We’ve been set up.”

The admission was followed by another nervous laugh, but Finn barely heard it. BB-8 thought…? Oh, kriff. Well, that certainly explained everything, at least. He could feel his own face heating up now, but it was probably just from the warmth of the candles. (How much heat did they give off? He had no idea. Didn’t matter though. It was definitely the candles.)

Finn had no idea how to deal with this predicament. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been standing there in silence now. It felt like whole months of Finn’s life had been spent here, in this room, with the guy he may or may not have a crush on, as they both stood there awkwardly, neither of them knowing what to say or do next. Eventually, though, Poe spoke up.

“Listen, buddy… I’m really sorry about this.”

Finn gave a very strained laugh. “Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault.”

Poe shifted uncomfortably. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. (Finn wanted to hold them and still his fidgeting.) “It kind of is, though. BB-8 knows I—” Poe took a deep breath here and closed his eyes as he continued, “he knows I like you. In a more-than-a-friend way.” Finn was stunned into silence; he was having trouble registering what Poe had just said and what exactly it meant.

After a minute or so, Poe snapped him out of it by opening one eye a sliver and peeking at Finn, as if he didn’t want to, but couldn’t help but, look. And it was so adorable and heart-breaking and Finn was feeling so giddy all of a sudden and he couldn’t believe what he had just heard but this was real this was happening and so he did the only thing he felt he could in that moment. He took the few steps necessary to close the distance between them, and then… he kissed him.

Poe stumbled backwards—whether from surprise or the force with which Finn had crashed into him, Finn neither knew nor cared at the moment—but he recovered quickly, and Finn could feel him grinning against his lips. (It was the best feeling in the world.)

Poe pulled back slightly, just far enough to talk. “Wait, so—?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. I had no idea.” Poe laughed breathily before closing the distance between them again.

~~~~~

“Guess we have a lot to thank a certain droid for,” Finn mused a while later from where he lie on Poe’s bunk (where they had retired to after taking advantage of the date BeeBee had so kindly set up for them, eating the delicious food and talking and laughing for hours).

Poe, who was tucked under Finn’s arm with his head on his chest, groaned at the thought. “I bet he’s so proud of himself for this. He’s going to be insufferable.”

Finn laughed. “That’s true. It’s worth it, though.”

Poe smiled softly and shifted around to kiss Finn on the lips (because, holy kriff, that was something he could do now???). “Definitely worth it.”

[serceleste]

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.  

[cadejo]

stormpilot week (late) day 1: posterboys of the resistence 

[worth-three-portions]

Aaand my contribution for Stormpilot Week Day #4′s theme “Role Reversal”! :)

[lesbianholster]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Phasma (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Force-Sensitive Finn, Pre-Slash, listen im still bitter that finn won't hold a lightsaber in ep8, so hopefully this is some consultation, that he'll still be revealed as sensitive, hopefully Summary:

There is a power within Finn that he usually refuses to acknowledge. That is, until now.

[lj-writes]

Stormpilot Week day 3: Hurt/Comfort

Title: Night Terror

Warnings: Trauma, discussions of character death

Pairing: Stormpilot/Finnpoe

Genres: Angst, romance, hurt/comfort

Summary: Finn and Poe struggle with the fact that they were, at one time, enemies. For Day 3 of @stormpilotweek2017

“No, no, no! FINN!”

That had him bolting up in bed, the sound of his name screamed like one already lost. Finn fumbled in the dark for the light switch and flipped it on. The illumination fell in patches across Poe’s sleeping form twitching as though held down, eyes closed and sweat beaded on his face and chest.

“Poe? Poe! Wake up, I’m here.”

Finn shook his boyfriend while Poe muttered to himself, his eyes moving behind closed lids. Just as Finn decided to call the infirmary Poe’s eyes snapped open. He stared at Finn like at a ghost, and the next instant Finn found himself clutched in the hard embrace of a drowning man.

“Thank the Force, you’re okay.”

“I’m right here, buddy. I’m fine.” Finn patted Poe’s sweat-slicked back and hugged him close. At the same time he tried to wriggle the hug loose an inch or so without Poe noticing. Had Poe always been this strong, or was this the literal strength of desperation?

Poe drew back to look at him, touching Finn’s face with a warmth that Finn found himself leaning into. Then Poe closed his eyes and let out the longest sigh of relief Finn had heard.

“I’m- I’m sorry I woke you. I guess I was tired.” Poe turned away but not before the light gleamed off the moisture in his eyes.

“The hell you were.” Finn put a hand on Poe’s shoulder. “I know I didn’t wear you out that much.”

“You’re selling yourself short, my friend.” Poe’s breath hitched on a laugh, and he pinched tears from his eyes with his fingertips. That’s when Finn knew it was bad: He had never seen Poe weep after his nightmares, not even the ones where he relived his torture at the First Order’s hands, nor the ones where his friends were shot out of the sky one by one.

No, no, no! FINN!

“What happened to me? In your dream.”

Poe flinched and turned to him, the look on his face so haunted Finn had a creeping suspicion he would see it in his own dreams.

“Was it Kylo Ren?” Finn touched the knotted scar inside his right shoulder and thought of the larger one on his back that cut across his spine. “You weren’t there for that, but sometimes thinking about it is worse.”

“It wasn’t Kylo Ren.” Poe’s throat and mouth worked very much, Finn realized, as though he wanted to throw up.

“Hey, are you feeling sick? Do you want me to call med bay?” Finn stroked Poe’s back in a circular motion and looked around their bed for something to hold to Poe’s mouth.

“No, it’s…” Poe shrank away and balled up into himself, and Finn had to control a flash of hurt. This wasn’t about him right now, Poe was hurting badly.

Except it was about him, in a way. And Poe refused to tell him what was going on.

“Was it me?” The words dropped out of his mouth before he could think about them. No, no, no! FINN! What if those words had been a plea? “Did I hurt you?”

Poe turned to look at him as though he had just said X-Wings flew on fairy dust. “No! How could you even think that?”

“I’d have nightmares about me if I were you. Didn’t you think it when I took you out of the interrogation cell? That I was your executioner?”

Before he had finished the sentence Poe’s arms were around him, damp curls against his neck, his arms and his love engulfing all of him, body, soul, and past.

“I thought a Stormtrooper might kill me. Not you.” Poe drew back to cup Finn’s cheek and brush a thumb against his lips. “From the moment I knew you I never feared you, not for a moment.”

Finn hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear those words. He lowered his gaze to hide the tears in his own eyes and turned his face to kiss Poe’s palm, holding his hand there for a long moment.

He also knew now what Poe’s nightmare had been.

He kissed Poe’s palm once more before he locked his fingers with Poe’s and lowered their linked hands.

“You had a nightmare about killing me, didn’t you. In- instead of Slip.”

Poe let out a shaky sigh and gazed up at the ceiling. Overlapping with that sound Finn heard Slip’s last breath, felt again the weight of a dying body in his arms.

While he and Poe fell in love, through their first date and first kiss and first night together, while they took root deeper and deeper in each others’ hearts. how long had they blocked out the knowledge that Slip was marching next to Finn when Poe shot him?

“It could as easily have been you as him.” Poe’s voice was flat now, with the truth out and no more secrets to keep. “I didn’t differentiate. In my dream I took off the helmet and saw you-”

“You did the right thing.”

“I know that! But I could have killed you. I would never have known you.”

“You did the right thing.”

“I would have died without you to rescue me. Worse, I would have lived in a world without you and-”

Poe swallowed and tried to turn away but Finn put his hands on Poe’s shoulders to hold him, to hold onto him.

“You did,” he looked deep into Poe’s eyes, “the right. Thing. You were helping the village. You would have been right to kill me.”

Poe looked away raking a hand through his hair. “I know. I just… don’t know how to make it right to myself.”

“I don’t know, either. I don’t have the answers.” Finn looked down at the bedspread, tracing its patterns with a finger. “We are where we are by chance. An inch out of place and everything would have been different.” 

One inch on Poe’s end, and he would have been hit instead of Slip. All those other universes that could have been pressed in as though to crush him out of existence.

“But you know what, Poe? We’re in a war and I don’t have enough time to live this one life I have. I can’t live in all the might-have-beens or I’ll be doing nothing else.”

Poe reached out, hesitating as though he might hurt Finn. After an eternity his fingers landed in Finn’s hair, stroking him, and Finn closed his eyes for a blissful moment.

“All I know is, I have to hold on to this life, right here.” Finn scooted closer to Poe and put his forehead to the other man’s. “I have to hold on to us.“

They sat for a long moment, breathing in each others’ lives, their fragile existence blowing in the storms of chance. At some point the touch melted into a kiss, he and Poe drawn together like planets in their orbits.

Afterward Finn drew Poe into his arms and they just held each other in wordless contentment. When Poe started to sag against him with sleep Finn laid him down and pulled the covers over them both.

“Hey.” Poe opened his eyes a crack to give him a sleepy smile. “I love you, buddy.”

“Love you, goof. Go to sleep.” Finn flicked the lights off.

Slip would have liked you, he thought as he pulled Poe into his arms and settled in for the rest of the night, even though the memory still stung. He would talk to Poe about Slip, little by little. He would scatter the memories like ashes and still carry them with him. He would carry Slip in death as in life, and so many other dead, just as Poe carried his own dead.

He held Poe and listened to Poe’s breathing until he, too, drifted off to sleep. Their cabin sank into a restful darkness where their dreams whispered toward morning.