#finnpoe drabble

[nonhumanhottie]

And, lover, be good to me

Finnpoe one shot. 700 words. Kisses and fluff. AO3 link ~~~ Poe is up late and Finn needs to wrangle him to bed

There’s always work to do, and Poe doesn’t know how to do things in moderation.

It’s well into the night cycle, and the command centre is near-empty. Poe is at a terminal, reading reconnaissance reports on First Order-controlled systems in the Outer Rim. Despite the crushed leadership, the remaining officers hold on tight. Poe pours over the data, examining strategies to free these systems (and then also prevent them from falling into the hands of Outer Rim crime syndicates).

It’s never-ending. Poe’s eyes burn and he stops every few minutes to roughly rub his face. He could delegate this role to someone else; he trusts the command team. But if he wasn’t working on this, he’d be throwing himself into something else. He can’t sleep. There are ghosts in his room and echoes in the hallways. Victory was a fleeting sensation, and the adrenaline has long since worn off.

He keeps reading, bouncing one leg to keep himself awake. He considers stims, but that’s a habit he was proud to break; he can’t get caught up in that again.

Someone approaches the terminal. Poe’s stomach curls. At this hour, it must be someone presenting bad news. It’s always bad news.

He turns and Finn is standing there, holding a mug. ‘Oh, man, it’s worse than I thought,’ he says. ‘You look terrible.’

Poe wants to laugh, but it catches in his throat. He coughs. ‘I’m fine.’ He rubs his face again. ‘I mean, I’m not. But, you know.’

‘I have caf,’ Finn says, offering the mug. ‘I still don’t know how you like it, and unsweetened, too.’

Poe waves his hand vaguely. ‘Yeah, thanks, uh, just put it on the desk.’

Finn does so. ‘The caf is only for if I fail to convince you to go to bed.’

‘How’re you gonna do that?’ Poe asks, swallowing a yawn. He can’t prove Finn’s point for him.

‘For starters, sleep is important. Especially for a pilot.’

Poe snorts and returns to the screen. ‘You kidding? I’d kill to be in my ship right now.’

‘No one is stopping you.’

‘I’m stopping me.’ Poe holds up his hand. ‘Which isn’t a good reason, I know. Sleeping comes hard, though. I just. I just gotta keep going.’

‘I thought the point of making me your co-general was so you didn’t have to do this alone.’

Poe’s head jerks up. Finn isn’t upset; in fact, he’s smiling, patient and knowing. Still, Poe cringes and drags his hands down his cheeks. ‘I’m not. I wasn’t trying to—’

Finn leans down and kisses him. It’s very abrupt and more forward than Poe expected. It’s a little awkward but warm and comforting. Poe falls into it, and sighs, weary, wanting. He’s glad Finn initiates kisses now, a sign that the constraint of the First Order had forever washed away. A sign that Finn belongs right here with Poe, with the Resistance.

It’s exhausting work to clean up a galaxy so fractured and Poe doesn’t think he’s going to get a good night’s sleep for a long, long time. But Finn is beside him, his co-general. Finn grew into a leader, selfless and level-headed, the traits Leia was trying to guide out of Poe. Hell, Finn is probably a better leader than him, and he understands moderation.

With some exceptions. When Poe responds to the kiss by opening his mouth and touching Finn’s arm, Finn doubles his efforts. His tongue prods, pushes past Poe’s lips and he cups Poe’s cheeks. The worry melts away, for now, and Poe touches Finn’s waist. He chases Finn’s mouth until they’re both standing, pressed together, panting. For a brief moment, the galaxy is very small and very warm.

They pull apart, but not too far. Finn noses at his cheek, embraces him gently. ‘How do you feel?’

‘Like I just kissed a beautiful guy.’

Finn chuckles quietly. ‘The feeling is mutual, pal.’ He gestures his chin at the desk. ‘You gonna drink the caf I graciously made you?’

‘Unless you’re gonna offer me something better?’

‘Right this way,’ Finn says, nudging Poe’s lower back.

Poe follows, arm around Finn, and allows himself to enjoy this small, warm part of the galaxy.

#poe dameron #finn star wars #finnpoe #stormpilot #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars sequel fic #fanfic #leshi writes #leshi drabble

[notebookishtype]

Poe/Finn: Finn stealing Poe's clothes (Poe doesn't mind).

“Have you seen my—“

“Blue shirt?”

“How’d you know?” Poe asked, head still in the closet.

“I’m wearing it,” Finn said with a nervous laugh.

Poe turned.

“Is that okay? I can find something else if you wanted to wear it.”

“No. I like it on you.”

“Poe, it’s not like at first. We have the time and resources for me to get my own clothes if—“

“Is that what you want?”

“What? No. I like sharing with you. It’s intimate.” Finn’s cheeks grew warm.

Poe pulled Finn into his arms. “I love the way things are.”

“Good. Me too.”

#finnpoe #prompt fic #Drabble #griseldagimpel #my fic

[gmariam19]

Another battlefield kiss! I wanted to write one where Finn and Poe are captured. It didn't go quite the direction I thought it would, so there will probably be another slightly darker one. And any day now I'm going to start another series on AO3. I'm pretty happy with this one! It's a bit longer than a drabble so enjoy! :) A Hell of a Story

The weighted cord tangles around his ankles, and Poe goes down instantly, landing face first on the hard ground. He rolls over with a groan, spitting out blood and dirt, and sees Finn doing the same right next to him, bleeding from a deep cut across his cheek and looking furious. Poe sits up but before he can even start to work on his bound ankles, they are surrounded by First Order Security Bureau agents in black, ten blasters pointed straight at them.

Poe is yanked to his feet, his hands bound in front. Finn stumbles up beside him, and Poe notices a second wound on his temple; he must have hit his head hard when he fell. He still looks angry but also vaguely sick.

“Hey,” Poe murmurs, hopping closer and leaning his head down toward Finn. “You all right?”

“Shut up, rebel,” snaps the nearest agent, a squinty-eyed bastard with a poor excuse for facial hair. Finn raises his head and glares at him.

“Fuck you,” he spits, and earns a hard hit to the stomach with the butt of the man’s blaster. He doubles over in pain, bound hands clutching his gut, and it’s all Poe can do to stop himself from throwing himself at their captors. But both his hands and feet are bound, so instead he hops closer to Finn, supports him as he stands upright.

“Take it easy, hotshot,” he says quietly. “We’re not gonna get out of this by flying off the handle.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbles. “But I really hate the FOSB.”  

“Yeah, I’ve had my share of run-ins, too,” Poe replies, then raises his voice. “But they’re just a bunch of overblown skugholes who don’t even get trooper armor to cover their asses.”

“I said shut up, scumbag!” the squinty-eye man snaps, and he slams his blaster against Poe’s chin, sending him crashing into Finn. They barely remain upright as the agents surrounding them laugh. Without warning they are both forced to their knees.

“So this is the turncoat,” purrs a new voice, as a woman with a sharp face and ice blue eyes strides through the circle surrounding them. She takes Finn’s chin between long fingers, forces him to look at her, and sneers. “The traitor.” A hard smack across Finn’s face echoes through the clearing. Finn stares straight ahead as she circles behind them. “And the infamous Poe Dameron, best pilot in the galaxy.” She grabs his hair and yanks his head back, stretching his neck so tight he chokes. A thin fingernail drags along his throat before she knees him in the back, sending him sprawling to the ground. She kicks him in the side as she walks by, hard tipped boots leaving Poe gasping in pain.

“Where’s the data tape?” she asks, setting the tip of her blaster against Finn’s forehead and pressing hard. “I know you have it, Commander. Give it back and I’ll shoot the traitor quick.”

“I don’t have it,” Poe tells her as he sits back on his heels, trying to catch his breath. “Your goons grabbed us before we could get to it.”

“He’s lying,” snaps the agent who hit them. “They’ve got the tape.”

“Of course they do,” the blue-eyed agent replies. “And Dameron’s the one hiding it. So here’s what we’re going to do.” She nods her head toward another agent, a brute of a man who jerks Poe off the ground while she grabs Finn by the elbow and forces him to stand. Poe’s captor places a small pistol under Poe’s chin.

“FN-2187, you will get the data stick from Commander Dameron, or we will blow his head off and get it ourselves. You rescued him once, so now is your chance to do it again and prove your treason. You have ten seconds.”

Finn glares at he before turning to Poe, his face unreadable. Poe gives him the smallest nod. Better to give up the information than their lives, though he’s pretty sure they’re going to be killed anyway. At least if they can stay alive a little bit longer, they can try to fight back, maybe even hold out for a rescue. Finn shuffles over until he is facing Poe.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Poe smiles sadly at him.

“I know,” he says. Finn reaches awkwardly with his bound hands into Poe’s pants to find the data stick in an inside pocket. The FSOB agents snicker around them.  Poe decides if they’re going to die anyway, he may as well give them a show. So he leans forward and kisses Finn.

The other man’s eyes widen, but almost immediately he is kissing Poe back. And then they are yanked apart and forced to their knees once more.

“And that was your goodbye kiss, rebel scum,” the woman sneers, snatching the data stick from Finn. She turns to the others. “Kill them.”

She’s not ten feet away when she is blasted into the air by the laser cannons of an X-wing flying low overhead. Poe is covered in dirt and debris and ducks his head, only to find himself being knocked to the ground by Finn. They curl up around one another as the area erupts in gunfire. Poe’s heart is racing, but he knows his squadron well enough to know that he and Finn are safe.

It’s over in less than a minute. When he opens his eyes—when had he shut them?—he sees clouds of smoke and dust and a dozen bodies littering the area around them. He closes his eyes against the sight, swallows the bile rising in his throat. He tries to take deep breathes but realizes it’s hard when someone is laying on top of him. Finn.

“Finn,” he says, his voice coming out choked and dry, so he tries again. “Hey buddy, you okay? You’re still with me, right?”

“Barely,” Finn murmurs, his head tucked into Poe’s shoulder. “I can’t believe they did that.”

“We’re damn lucky they did,” Poe points out. “We’d be the dead bodies if they hadn’t.”

“How did they not hit us?” Finn asks. Poe still can’t see the other man’s face but can hear the note of incredulity in Finn’s voice.

“They’re good,” Poe tells him. “Really good. Remind me to tell you about Ovanis sometime. But right now, we should probably get out of here.”

Finn pulls himself up, leans over Poe and gazes down at him. Poe thinks Finn’s eyes keep drifting lower. Finn runs his tongue along his lower lip and Poe inhales sharply at the sight. He just kissed Finn. He thought they were going to die, and he kissed Finn.

And Finn kissed him back.

The thought makes him smile, which in turn makes Finn slowly start to grin, and to his surprise Finn drops his head and kisses Poe this time, fast and hard and messy, and is he pressing his hips against Poe’s as well? Poe groans into Finn’s mouth, wishes more than anything his hands were free so he could pull Finn even closer, run his fingers along the other man’s arms and back, through his hair and—

“Finn,” he gasps, and Finn stops, gazes at Poe with slightly unfocused eyes. Poe half wonders if Finn has a concussion and meant to kiss him. “We should probably continue this somewhere safe. With less blood and destruction.”

“Right,” Finn murmurs, but he smiles and kisses Poe one more time, quick and light. “You better not just be saying that.”

“I’m not just saying it,” Poe insists. Finn rolls off him and they struggle to sit up with both their arms and legs bound. Poe starts working on his ankle restraints. “I mean it more than anything.” He looks up. “If you do.”

Finn looks around, nods. “Not the best way to remember our first kiss, but it’ll make a hell of a story.”

Poe bursts into laughter, leans forward and kisses him again. A hell of a story indeed.

#Finnpoe #Stormpilot #finn (star wars) #Poe Dameron #Drabble #Battlefield drabbles #A Hell of a Story

[psychedelic-ink]

Another month, another fic rec list 💜💜💜

please show your support by commenting and/or reblogging!

categories include: the last of us (joel miller), pedro pascal characters (max phillips, ezra, frankie morales, marcus pikei jack daniels), misc. (santiago garcia, benny miller, poe dameron, finn)

as always don't forget to check the warnings before reading!

click here for last months fic recommendations

THE LAST OF US

strawberry wine by @pedrito-friskito (joel miller | series)

go slow by @frannyzooey (joel miller)

short days, long nights by @frannyzooey (joel miller | series)

not a want, but a need by @lavendertales (joel miller)

healing by @toomanystoriessolittletime (joel miller)

from eden by @nexusnyx (joel miller)

Getting Lost is Being Found by @littlemisspascal (joel miller)

the exchange by @absurdthirst (dave york, joel miller)

a burden at the end of the world by @wildemaven (joel miller)

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

palomino drabble: real by @fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels | series)

Shiv's Salon: Javi Gutierrez by @fuckyeahdindjarin (javi g)

palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels | series)

grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin (frankie morales)

slumber by @write-and-buried (frankie morales)

love bites by @outercrasis (max phillips)

the paper girl by @goodwithcheese (frankie morales)

untitled by @haylzcyon (javier p)

in the shadows by @juletheghoul (ezra)

prince fucking charming by @toomanystoriessolittletime (marcus pike)

What a Pair we Make by @whataperfectwasteoftime (Marcus pike)

all the time in the world by @/whataperfectwasteof time (Marcus pike)

everything by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

The Smuggler, The Marshall, and The Prospector by @all-the-way-down-here (Joel Miller, Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels, Ezra)

infatuation by @wildemaven (javier p)

The Ethics of Forging Masterpieces by @write-and-buried (ezra)

MISC.

stuck with you @astroboots (santiago garcia)

untitled by @dameronscopilot (santiago garcia, benny miller)

a proposition by @/dameronscopilot (santiago garcia, benny miller)

taste of you by @inklore (finnpoe x reader)

#.sil’s monthly fic recs #.sil's monthly fic recs #february recs #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[marisferasiop]

Oscar Isaac Characters Masterlist:

Poe Dameron (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy) works:

Never Too Late: FinnPoe (20 years post- Exegol, Poe is abducted and sold to a slaver ring, Finn finds him and nurses him back to health, fluffy, H/C, slow burn): ao3

Moon Knight (Marvel - Moon Knight) works:

In a Thrice: pairing - Marc/ Steven/ Jake headspace -cest (what it says on the tin- the boys experiment with the body and some mirrors and toys): ao3

Poorly Timed: Jake/ OFC, accidental Steven/ OFC (Steven accidentally fronts while jake (still unknown) is hooking up with a stranger): ao3

The Definition of a Switch: Layla/ boys: (Layla tops the boys in separate chapters; anal play (m receiving), orgasm delay/ denial, bondage, BDSM dynamics) ao3

Moon boys drabbles:

An exhausted Jake gets a new fish: tumblr

Marc sets Steven up on a date with his their wife: tumblr

The boys cuddle in the headspace: tumblr

Cecil (Revenge for Jolly!) works:

Dieter/ Cecil/ Reader: Eyes on Me (bi throuple on the red carpet and afterwards) ao3/Tumblr

Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier) works:

Santi/Frankie/reader: Cock Pit (bi threesome, cucking and chastity play) ao3 / tumblr

WIPs:

Untitled: Marc/ Jake/ Steven separate body -cest (mind space/mind fuck smut): TBD

Untitled: Marc/ Frenchie, Jake/ Frenchie, Steven/ ??, (Layla is involved but not in the smut, poly dynamics but focused on the men: TBD (Frenchie in my HC is played by Pedro, btw))

#poe dameron #finn star wars #finnpoe #stormpilot #cecil #revenge for jolly #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight #santiago garcia #triple frontier #oscar isaac characters #minors dni #masterlist

[amysnotdeadyet]

✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨

because I got tagged by @lilolilyr and for some reason I'm a sucker for their tag memes

Works published: lucky 13

Wordcount: 110,904 I’m surprised I made it past 100k! It was a very slow year for me.

Kudos: 1500

Hits: 16,546

Bookmarks: 341

Subscriptions: up to 1,038

Most popular by kudos: Champagne Kisses (Stranger Things (TV 2016)), 267 kudos

Most hits: no repairs are needed (just a spark) (Marvel Cinematic Universe), 3,842 hits

Longest: no repairs are needed (just a spark)

Shortest: the first time (ever I saw your face) (Marvel Cinematic Universe), a triple drabble

Most Comments: no repairs are needed (just a spark)

Fic that made me cry: I have no idea, memory is an unreliable narrator and I don't bookmark those lol

Fic that made me smile: Spin Me Round by beautifullights, FinnPoe modern glassblowing AU with an astonishing number of innuendos about glassblowing, which is far as it's an art with glory holes

gifts: I got four! they're here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/swtalmnd/gifts I also gave a few gifts, which are in the usual place.

collabs: none

events: Stony Games, and posting my MTH 2021 fic, ahem.

I'm sorry, I am officially too lazy to tag today, I did a lot of sketch cards. Do it if you wanna!

For ease of copying: Works published: Wordcount: Kudos: Hits: Bookmarks: Subscriptions: Most popular by kudos: Most hits: Longest: Shortest: Most Comments: Fics that made me cry: Fics that made me smile: gifts: collaborations: events:

Happy New Year, my beloveds!

#my post #2023 reviews #fic meme #tag meme

[primasveraas-writing]

can we have num 10 for our boys finn and poe pls ? thank you, luv 💕

10. Hiding-your-face hug

Finn is with a delegation, which is approximately all Poe knows. That, and the fact that he’d be officially declared missing almost a rotation ago, after his comms had cut out amidst a small firefight.

He’s well aware that his partner will be worried. Poe also realizes that their usual greeting- shouting, kissing, somewhat inappropriate touching- will not be permissible here.

So when Black One touches the ground, he does not run over to Finn, looking dapper and solemn in his uniform. Instead, Poe takes off his helmet and mops the sweat off his forehead the best he can, running his fingers through his hair and walking over to the assembled group of diplomats slowly.

Finn embraces him, though the contact is still restrained in comparison to their usual reunions. His boyfriend’s face is impassive, but he squeezes Poe tightly.

“I knew you’d come back,” Finn breathes, and his voice sounds choked. He shifts so his face is hidden in Poe’s neck, and Poe feels him sigh, then sniff. They have an audience and the hug has already been going on too long, but they are both safe and well and together again. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I promise,” Poe whispers back, and Finn swipes at his eyes before Poe pulls away completely. Then, he clears his throat and smiles, turning back to the group.

“May I introduce all of you to General Dameron?”

Send me a hug prompt and a pairing or character

#i love you and youre the best btw #thank you love #finnpoe #finn x poe #finnpoe fanfic #finnpoe drabble #finn #poe dameron #star wars #star wars fanfic #stormpilot #stormpilot fanfiction #stormpilot imagine #stormpilot fanfic #finnpoe imagine

[writefightandflightclub]

A FinnPoe Christmas

Summary: A super fluffy FinnPoe chat post, based on the Tweet below. Angry Christmas sweater Poe is everything (see source in tags for credit, first posted here by @uomo-accattivante​, I believe!)

Side note: WAS THINKING ABOUT ANGRY POE AT CHRISTMAS AND THEN I MISTYPED GRINCH AND THEN THIS JUST HAPPENED Y’ALL. Probably should have just made it a proper fic but here it is anyway. Also I know it’s June and I’m not even sorry.

Poe: *Mr Cranky Pants, after complaining incessantly about Finn’s looped Xmas tunes*

Finn: - in fact... You’re not even a grinch. No, you’re WORSE than a grinch. You’re a GRUNCH.

Poe: *bent out of shape* The hell is a “grunch”?

Finn: *amused* I ain’t telling!

Poe: *cranky intensifies*

Poe: *with a moody face, angrily placing baubles on the tree, sighing dramatically each time*

Finn: See? *he laughs* Such a goddamn GRUNCH.

Poe: ...

Finn: *laughing intensifies*

Poe: *through his teeth* What is it NOW?!

Finn: In all my LIFE. I’ve never seen someone look so cranky in a CHRISTMAS PUDDING HAT. Your FACE! *more laughing, clutching belly*

Poe: *caving, mouth twitching in the faintest of smiles* Still cannot believe ya made me wear this.

Finn: Why are you even helping then, if you hate all this so much

Poe: ...

Poe: Well... *shyly* I might hate Christmas but I love YOU.

Finn: Huh. You’re CUTE for a grunch, Dameron, I’ll give you that.

Poe: *s o f t e n i n g*

Poe: *smugly* It’s true, I am a goddamn snack -even in this hat- and I demand you eat me up.

Finn: That an order, Co-General? *caught in Poe’s arms as he moves in for a soft kiss*

Poe: *pulling away with a misty, contented smile* Hmm.

Finn: “Hmm”, what?

Poe: Well... *picks up the matching pudding hat, placing it gently on Finn’s head* Maybe Christmas isn’t SO bad, when it’s with you.

Finn: ...

Finn: *smiles and hugs Poe tight, leans in to whispers something important and meaningful into his ear* Grunch.

Poe: !!!!

Finn: *cackling, stroking Poe’s stubbled cheek as his jaw drops in offence* Also, I love you, you dork, but I am NOT wearing this hat. *places it down* I don’t think there’s any reason for us to BOTH look like idiots.

Poe: !!!!

Poe: *going full Mr Cranky Pants, hands on hips, angry lip bite, but with a deep, uncontainable affection behind his eyes as Finn innocently beams back at him*

Finn: *returns to hanging baubles, a butter-wouldn’t-melt expression on his face*

Poe: *having none of it* Oh, nuh-uh. You come here to me. *come hither hand gesture*

Finn: *teasing* Kinda busy, Poe. You want to kiss me, you know what to do. Get in the Christmas spirit.

Poe: Mistletoe is for cowards.

Finn: *shrugs indifferently, baiting him*

Poe: Fine! *caving in, holding-up the mistletoe enticingly over his head, lips puckered deliciously* I wanna kiss you, pudding.

Finn: *eyes shining with love and heat in equal measure* Ugh, finally! You look so damn hot in that Christmas sweater, you’re sending me.

Poe: *smug* Oh yeah? This old thing?

Finn: *winding his arms around Poe* You look so... cuddly.

Poe: *Wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist in return, leaning in for a kiss* Not to sound like a grunch again, but... I HATE it. It’s SCRATCHY.

Finn: *half-mocking* Poor delicate pudding.

Poe: *suggestively* Wanna take it off me and I’ll show you where ELSE I can hang this mistletoe? *A cheeky pop of one eyebrow*

Finn: *feigning shock, but definitely i n t e r e s t e d* Poe Dameron!

Poe: *low, sultry* Finn Dameron. *kisses him again, harder, walking him back to the nearest surface.

Finn: *eyes shining with lust as the jumper ends up on the floor* You are HOT, Poe, but are you for real, right now? You’re keeping the pudding hat ON, for THIS?

Poe: *hands feel around his head in surprise, a grin splitting his face* What?! How did that even stay on?! *Folds forward, laughing into Finn’s neck, planting kisses as he goes*

Finn: *clutching Poe’s hat and tossing it aside, winding his hands in his curls as Poe looks into his eyes*

Poe: *a smile spreading, softness infusing his eyes* Merry Christmas, baby.

Finn: *soft, smiling, holding Poe tight* Merry Christmas, love.

FINNPOE: *curtains close on a kiss*

THE END

#finnpoe week #finnpoe #stormpilot #finn #poe dameron #star wars #finnpoe imagine #finnpoe headcanon #finnpoe drabble #poe dameron headcanon #poe dameron imagine #sw #tros #and they were co-generals #poe #space husbands #angry christmas sweater poe

[tickle-bugs]

Ask meme thing: "nope, no, no thank you!"

Find the ask meme here. 

Finn’s back collided with the wall way sooner than he would’ve liked.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t you want a kiss?” 

“Not until you shave, you absolute--” Finn’s jab was lost in frantic, high-pitched giggles as Poe nuzzled into his neck, taking great care to drag his stubble over every inch he could reach. 

“Absolute what? You didn’t finish your thought, there,” Poe nipped at Finn’s earlobe, laughing into his skin, and Finn screamed, sliding down onto the floor as his knees gave out. 

As soon as Finn remembered how to use his legs, he was going to ruin Poe. 

#my drabbles #bug’s greatest hits #these are so fun keep em coming #ticklish!finn #finn #poe dameron #star wars #stormpilot #FinnPoe

[clanoffetts]

if u ship finnpoe, could i get some cute or spicy (or both) thoughts on them??

finnpoe is the superior star wars ship.

- finn and poe share clothes, all the time. it started just because finn didn’t really have any, but now it’s just because they have the same taste (and lbr you’re s/o wearing your clothes is a turn on, wbk)

- it’s hard to get alone time on the base, so my boy bb-8 stands guard outside their room and zaps anyone who tries to get in. i like to think he got his newfound snark from Chopper (because the ghost crew is also a part of the Resistance, I won’t hear otherwise. idc idc)

- they’re always together, too. looking for poe? you’re also looking for finn. oh, someone saw finn go into the mess? bet you 5 credits poe’s there, too

- they’re huge cuddlebugs. finn hadn’t ever been cuddled before and poe is just appalled. like?? poe’s got to fix that??? right now??!!

- finn little spoon finn little spoon finn little spoon

- bb-8 gets in on the cuddling action, too

#finnpoe #drabble night

[happybeeps-nat]

Drabble time!! This one is for @mssr-cellophane who dared me to write something as short as 500 words, because they hate me apparently 💕

Trope: hanahaki, where flowers grow in your lungs when you’re in love and you can only be cured if your love is returned.

And now imagine Finn and Poe having a Force bond that only Finn has access to, and he falls in love with Poe long before they meet. This is that. In short. You’re allowed to hate me, yes.

(Character death but like subtle and it comes with the trope sorry babes)

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

You fill my lungs but I can’t breathe

When FN-2187 coughed up the first purple leaf, its strong and sweet scent filled his helmet. He was too stunned then to be scared. None of his squad in survival training had noticed the retching and the coughing, had only waited for his orders.

That night, he held it between his fingers, felt its smoothness and could smell the sweet scent again. There was no room for fear in the First Order, so he wasn’t afraid. FN-2187 never was afraid. Only worried, that maybe tonight he wouldn’t dream of the man again, the Rebel with his beautiful curls and big eyes. The one who was so captivating, so against everything FN-2187 knew. Every night he hoped he would see him.

And every night he did.

And every night, the Rebel didn’t notice him, but FN didn’t care because he got to see the world from his eyes. He got to see more than the First Order’s confinement, he got to see friendship and love and nature and bonds around him. FN-2187‘s world was different when the Rebel was around, and it was hard to keep his mind off the man.

Every morning since that first day, FN-2187 woke up choking on purple petals of the same sweet scent. They smelled a lot like the Rebel did in his dreams, and because of that, the Stormtrooper still couldn’t find it in him to be scared. Maybe the Rebel was making him malfunction, maybe he needed reconditioning. But if that meant losing his dreams, losing the man, losing the one that gave him freedom of mind every night, FN-2187 found that wasn’t worth it.

So he didn’t tell anyone.

And the petals became more and more, joined by buds of the flower he’d never seen before, but found fascinating. It became harder to breathe, but that could be his new stationing on Starkiller Base. The air in here was recycled only, never fresh, and FN-2187 found it was pressing on his lungs.

One night, after a particularly rough mission where he had to wipe out a whole village in a simulation, FN-2187 found himself yearning for the man during a coughing fit. He wished for him, needed him, needed to see and to hear the man. Just once before he’d go to Jakku in the morning.

But he didn’t get to. He spent the night trying hard to breathe, and found that he couldn’t really. On every other exhale he coughed out more petals of the same flower. But all he could think about was the man and how pretty he would look surrounded by those petals.

Little did he know that in just a few days, the Rebel would indeed be surrounded by petals. And that he, Finn, would be dying in his arms in the desert of Jakku, a Kibo flower finally blooming in his lungs. Dead, but free of the Order and in the arms of the man he loved so dearly, who had just given him a name.

#finnpoe #stormpilot #poe dameron #finn (star wars) #hanahaki #major character death but like subtle #first order Finn #Drabble 500 #Drabble #lmao you’re welcome #this probably isn’t even angsty just weird but hey it do be 500 words

[steveyockey]

what is your pinnacle ideal spn destiel fic or fic idea?

well the thing is I kind of have 3k of a post-15x20 fix-it kicking around that I have promised myself I won’t get back to until the semester is over (though that does not seem to be stopping me from working on edits and posting On Here), I don’t know if I would call it pinnacle, pinnacle at least for how I feel about putting mary and john together in heaven and acting like dean’s gonna want to visit them often and also maybe the embarrassment of being an elderitch horror who has experienced the full weight of Emotion in a very buffy way and now perhaps is pulling back a bit into the million-eyes/chrysler building persona... honestly people have been putting out really good stuff lately from what I’ve read (the scripts from both loudestbitch and casgirl obviously standout) in a way that reminds me of the flood of good fic that came after it chapter two when I had previously found most of the reddie stuff kind of childish, I’m just glad to see things that take the narrative seriously and don’t treat being gay like a love simon plot twist, I’ll really read anything as long as it lets the characters work through things

#anon #I feel like I don’t have a destiel fic that is THEE fic for me in the same way there is like #tell me about the big bang for finnpoe #or nec for stucky #or even how the mouth changes its shape for johnlock #and none of those are things I would have been capable of writing so I’m just. I’m always ready to let something wash over me #I just hope my idea is like. half decent especially since I usually start fics and just never finish writing them #or write short little drabbles that I don’t think are worth posting anywhere but here

[gmariam19]

Thank you to @waywaychuck for another prompt! Yay! It's actually pretty close, I think? I hope you like it! There will be a sequel! 😁

So now I'm thinking - battlefield kisses. If you have a prompt for a short drabble where the boys share a smooch in the middle of a fight (I literally just got one typing this, lol) send it my way! They are a great distraction from the angst fest I keep getting stuck on!

You're Cute When You're Concussed

Poe had heard there were still problems on Corellia, but he hadn’t expected to run into them on a quick, unannounced visit. It’s been a year since Exegol, and peace and prosperity have finally started to return to the galaxy. Pockets of First Order loyalists remain throughout several systems but were generally managed by the local governments. It was safe enough now that he and Finn had decided to take some time off to travel, starting with Corellia before hopping to Ryloth and then Yavin 4. Poe’s still not sure how Corellia ended up on their list, except that Finn wanted to see it for old time’s sake. Poe figured if he could talk Finn into wearing another suit and tie, it would be worth it.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for them to be recognized as Resistance generals. They are having a drink at a local cantina when they’re approached by several members of a First Order cell, demanding they surrender for war crimes. Poe certainly isn’t going to surrender, which is why he and Finn are now in the middle of one of the biggest bar fights Poe has seen.

They fight together, mostly hand-to-hand combat given the close quarters. Poe wishes he could use his blaster, or that Finn would unhook his lightsaber from his belt, but it’s too tight, too crowded, and the brawl is moving too fast. He takes a right hook to the chin, shakes it off, and tackles the Keshian who hit him.

They go down in a tumble, and Poe knocks him out with several hard slams against the floor. He turns to find Finn but notices instead a Twi’lek on the other side of the room. Watches as she pulls a concussion grenade from her pocket. Shouts a warning to the room as he stands and runs toward Finn.

He slams the other man to the ground just as a deafening blast shakes the entire building. Bodies fly and part of the ceiling caves in. Poe covers them both and prays to the Force that the entire cantina doesn’t collapse on top of them.

When the dust and noise start to settle and he thinks it’s safe, Poe pushes himself up, his body still protecting Finn as he looks around them. The fight is over. They are covered in dust and surrounded by debris from the concussion grenade. There is blood everywhere, and a surge of panic surges through Poe as he imagines Finn, injured or even dead beneath him. He hovers on bent elbows, looks down to find Finn staring back up at him with an expression Poe knows all too well: exasperated annoyance.

Of course Finn is annoyed that Poe threw himself at Finn to protect him. He says so every time it happens. Poe always thanks his savior, but Finn usually gives him a lecture.

Something feels different though. This one was close. They just survived a terrorist ambush and concussion grenade. Finn might not appreciate Poe’s heroics, but Poe is suddenly so glad that Finn is alive and uninjured that he impulsively leans down and kisses him. Not for long, but a solid press of his lips to Finn’s. He pulls away and finds Finn looking at him with eyebrows raised.

“Did you hit your head?” he asks, his voice skeptical. Poe sits back on his heels to let Finn sit up.

“No,” he says, then coughs as the dust chokes him. “Why?”

“Because you’re bleeding, that’s why,” Finn replies. He reaches out to touch Poe’s temple. Poe flinches—yes, it hurts so apparently, he was injured—and Finn pulls his fingers back, covered in blood.

“I’m okay,” Poe tells him, though now that he thinks about it, his head is pounding and he’s pretty sure his leg is injured, too.

“Right,” Finn says, nodding in mock agreement. “Because not only are you bleeding, but you thought our first kiss should be in the middle of a fight?”

“It was minor bar brawl,” Poe says as a section of the ceiling nearby falls in. Sirens scream outside, and the sound makes him wince. “And I wanted to be sure you were all right.”

“You could have asked,” Finn points out, but Poe is not sure whether he should have asked about Finn’s health or asked to kiss him.

Poe mumbles a reply as he tries to stand. He stumbles on his injured leg, and Finn reaches out to catch him. Finn pulls Poe’s right arm across his shoulder and looks at Poe, but this time there is no frustration, no skepticism. Only concern and the smallest hint of a smile.

“I would have said yes,” Finn says quietly.

“Wait, really?” Poe stops and turns his head, finds Finn close enough to kiss again, but he doesn’t. He can’t think quite straight, and he’s really dizzy. Finn is probably right, he hit his head hard. But that’s not why he kissed Finn. He’s wanted to kiss Finn for a while.

He must look confused—or concussed—because Finn laughs and closes the distance between them to kiss Poe. Gently, but with intent, longer and deeper than Poe’s kiss. Poe’s mouth is left hanging open in shock when Finn stops and pulls back.

“You’re cute when you’re concussed,” he says.

“You kissed me!!” Poe exclaims. “You’re not just checking to see if I’m okay, are you?”

“I know you’re not,” Finn says dryly. “In fact, I hope you remember this actually happened later.”

“Me too,” Poe says. “And if not, remind me to ask you if you want to have dinner with me. I know a place on Yavin.”

“I would love to, but let’s get out of here first.” Finn starts them moving again, toward the street and the medical vehicles and other authorities pulling up. Poe is already looking forward to laying down and possibly passing out. But even more, he’s looking forward to dinner, and perhaps another kiss, with Finn when they reach Yavin 4.

#Finnpoe #Stormpilot #Finn #Poe Dameron #Drabble #You're cute when you're concussed #Battlefield kisses #i love these boys

[literalstarwarstrash]

It's late, I can't sleep, send me things to write?

#fanfiction #reylo #finnpoe #obikin #drabble #star wars

[dammit-stark]

since you’re watching rise of skywalker, how about 45 and finnpoe? that movie really was great except for Disney’s lack of finnpoe

“Oh... wow.” “What? Didn’t think I could clean up this well?” - finnpoe

Look, it’s not that Finn hadn’t ever noticed how good Poe always looked. It’s just- usually Poe has about two outfits that he swaps between (one being a full tactical uniform), and Finn’s experience with clothing is otherwise limited to big, clunky, white plastic suits that don’t do jackshit to flatter anybody’s form.

So when Poe steps out of his quarters to meet Finn for the celebratory end-of-the-order party that some of the resistance’s longtime big donors are throwing practically in their honor, Finn’s pretty gobsmacked. His jaw literally drops (it’s involuntary). Poe tugs uncomfortably on his jacket sleeve: he’s a long way away from orange jump suits with burn holes speckled over them.

“Oh… wow,” Finn gasps, taking in Poe’s carefully tailored smooth black tux one inch at a time, “You look-“

Poe grins, “What didn’t think I could clean up this well?”

Finn immediately begins stuttering, he can’t help it, “No, of course not! I just- you just- I think- I mean- You look really good, Poe.”

Poe smiles and steps fully out into the hall, “Thanks, buddy. You don’t look half shabby yourself,” Finn can physically feel Poe’s eyes raking down his own neatly ironed suit (though Finn can’t imagine he compares to even an eighth of how amazing Poe looks). Poe offers Finn his arm, “Shall we?”

Finn gladly takes it, only minutely feels his cheeks burn as Poe pulls him close and smiles, “Let’s dance, shall we?”

#poe dameron would look damn FINE in a suit lemme tell you mm #and finn’s brain would have no idea how to process the sight #star wars #finnpoe #drabble #finn #poe dameron

[primasveraas-writing]

I need you- Finnpoe

You do not want, the voice says to him. There’s a blaster in her hands, and he shrinks under the weight of her stare, covered by the mask as it is. You do not need. You serve a purpose for our Supreme Leader, and that is all. 

You do not want, the trooper thinks, desperately pushing away the thoughts of how much he hates to be here, clutching a blaster, here on this sandball. You do not want.

You do not want, Finn thinks, looking around Maz’s cantina. All the food looks so good. The air smells incredible, and his mouth waters. You do not want.

You do not want, Finn thinks, standing in front of Rey, slumped and helpless in the snow. He will protect her. He cares about her more than anything. He’s never cared about anything before. You do not want.

There’s that smile. The bright flash of teeth, the dark, curly hair, the beautiful, gleaming eyes. An orange flightsuit. Someone who cares about him, who stirs something from deep within Finn’s stomach and makes him come alive, a hungry, fiery beast that-

I want, Finn thinks. I want, I want, I want.

Poe wraps an arm around him. They’re close now, closer than ever before. Poe is smiling, the same handsome smile that makes Finn’s heart thud so loud in his chest the whole base must be able to hear it.

Lips meet his. It’s warm and strange and it burns down to Finn’s very core, igniting his every nerve, and Finn thinks- I need. I need, I need, I need.

#FinnPoe #finnpoe fanfic #finnpoe fanfiction #finnpoe headcanons #finnpoe imagine #finn x poe #finn #poe dameron #star wars #star wars fanfic #stormpilot fanfiction #stormpilot headcanons #stormpilot imagine #stormpilot #stormpilot fanfic #finnpoe drabble