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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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It was over. The war was over, and it had not gone quietly. The planet surface was littered with the corpses of ships and people alike, a new Jakku. A new graveyard. But this cemetery was full of not only the dead but the dying - people crying out from the rubble and the wreckage, unsure of even if the battle was over. It wasn’t a pretty sight for anyone.

Poe was fairly certain he was dead.

He’d gone down in the last moments, the massive explosion just a little two big form him to outfly, shrapnel from the planet killing weapon tearing through his ship and sending him plummeting to the ground below. He’d passed out on reentry. The only reason he wasn’t actually dead was because BB-8 had managed to make the crash landing one they might actually recover from. But Poe was in bad shape.

He was awake, but everything hurt and he was having a hard time focusing on anything through the pain. Something had torn open his side and he wasn’t so sure he had a left leg, anymore a he couldn’t feel it to check.

BB-8 was broadcasting a distress signal and nervously rambling at him in binary constantly, but Poe was so tired it was all he could do to gently pat the droid’s head.

“...s’alright, buddy,” he murmured. “...gonna be alright....”

The planet was oddly silent. In reality, there were cries and latent explosions and sobbing, but it was practically dead silent compared to the battle.

Finn had been on infantry since a lot of the plan was his idea to begin with. It was just better with him on the front lines. But now that it was over and BB-8's distress call was chirping through his comm, he'd abandoned the victorious mission and began running full-tilt near the coordinates. Good thing he'd learned at least a little binary at the droid's behest.

It didn't take long - but still far too long - to find the black X-Wing. "POE!" It didn't really look like an X-Wing anymore, but Finn knew that paint job anywhere. If he could spot it as a tiny pinprick in the sky, he could find it as a twisted memory of what it had once been.

He hopped on top of the fuselage and quickly made his way to what was left of the cockpit, practically crawling before he was trying to rip apart the bindings holding Poe to the ship. His leg was fucked up. A glance up and BB-8 didn't look much better either. The droid could be repaired if it went offline. Poe couldn't.

"Poe, Poe. Hey, man. Look at me. Look at me. You're okay. I've got you. You're okay."

He was floating in and out of conciousness, but Finn's voice pierced through the haze, and despite himself, Poe found a small smile floating to his lips as he leaned back to look up into Finn's face.

"Oh, hey," he said, his voice weirdly soft. "Look'it you. Lookin'... looking good. Looking tough..." He was wavering again, his sight getting blurry, and he tried blinking it away.

"We win?" He was having a hard time remembering, right now. He should be able to remember. He should.

Finn smiled a little, not really finding this funny or even good, but his smile was there for a brief moment. "Yeah, we won. We won. You did good."

Bindings were gone but his leg was still jammed. Probably broken but if it wasn't absolutely crushed, they could probably save it. Finn was a hell of a lot more worried about Poe's life, though, given that there was a little too much blood.

He wiggled his way beside Poe, noticing the wound in his side as he did so. Right. More reason to get him out. "Sorry," he said before lifting Poe's arm and getting it around his shoulders. One leg braced against the dash while his back pressed into what was left of the seat. "This is going to hurt like hell, all right. I need you to stay with me or I'll make BB-8 shock the hell out of you." He wiggled a little again, got a good grip- "Okay, one-"

Finn pushed against the console, finding it more maneuverable than he would have liked but still not enough to make it easy. Either way, he was pulling Poe out of the wreckage with his back practically on fire.

Poe tasted the iron tang of blood before he realised what it was from. Finn pulling him from the cockpit hurt so bad that he'd bit into his cheek hard enough for it to bleed.

Well.

What was more blood right now, anyway.

Speaking was kind of out of the question - it took everything Poe had just to keep breathing through the pain, his whole body trembling with it once Finn finally got him free. He vaguely heard BB-8 doing the equivalent of crying in binary, and Poe curled in against Finn's chest while murmuring:

"It's okay, buddy. We'll get you... we'll get you all fixed up. It's gonna be okay."

"It's okay. It's okay." Finn repeated it like a mantra to himself, not even sure who he was saying it for.

He gently put Poe down on a relatively clear spot, repeating his mantra and untangling himself to look at the leg... Worse than he thought... The blood. He had to- He cut away some of the bindings strips and tied them above the wound tight, unsure if they could save the leg and just wanting to stop the bleeding right now.

His next concern was the wound on his side. Finn pressed down on the leg wound to stop the bleeding while his other hand busied itself with getting through Poe's jumpsuit.

"You remember what happened?" he asked, trying to keep him talking. "Why are you on the ground, Poe, huh? Thought you liked the sky better."

"Thought you guys could use a hand," Poe mumbled, the joke response automatic and barely thought through. It was hard to breathe and harder to think and he just kind of slumped where Finn left him, not able or willing to move.

"Not sure what... think we blew it up? We blew it up, right, buddy?"

BB-8 had dragged itself out of the wreckage, but its chasis was heavily damaged, and it was having to use its magnetic tethers to drag itself over to the pair of them. It let out a mournful but affirmative sound.

"Yeah, you worry too much, buddy, you'll be okay..." His voice wavered, his eyes sliding shut.

Force, he was tired.

"Gonna be okay..."

Finn mostly stayed quiet, only half paying attention to what Poe and BB-8 were saying. Though he had glanced up when the droid dragged itself closer, he hadn't looked away from Poe's wounds.

Now that he could see the one on his side, he gathered it looked really bad. Really depended on how deep the wound was but it looked awful all the same. He was trying to bunch up Poe's flight suit and hold pressure to that site, too, when he realized Poe was getting even quieter.

"Poe?" he asked, gently shaking him, actually hoping the pain would make him come to a little better. "C'mon, eyes on me. BB-8's gonna get worried if you pass out now, all right. Just-"

Voices.

His head jerked up, quickly spotting a team trudging through the area. "Hey- HEY! MEDIC! He needs a medic!" Once they were running to his direction, he finally looked back down to Poe. "Help's coming, okay? You'll be all right, Poe. Stay with me. Look at me. Poe?"

Poe's eyes fluttered open, pupils dilating and then constricting as he focused on Finn's face.

A soft smile flickered at his lips.

"Only thing I ever really want to look at," he murmured lazily as the heavy sound of boots running towards them got louder. "You know, Finn, I..." But he trailed off, his eyes fluttering shut again, the pain ebbing away into numb static.

"Poe, no. Hey, what were you saying? Poe? Poe. Look at me-!"

Finn was shoved aside and he very nearly threw a punch before he realized who it was and why they were here. Shaking from adrenaline, he made himself fall back, sticking close in case they needed help, but they didn't. They quickly tied his wounds better with actual gauze, supported his body a little more, and lifted him as one before they started off.

He numbly watched for a moment, then quickly leaped into action. Finn grabbed up BB-8 as best he could and jogged after the party.

That was... some hours ago now. A day? More? He wasn't sure. Long enough for Poe to go into a surgery or two, for loud victory parties to start springing up, for some of the techs to bring by most of the things he could use to patch up up BB-8. The droid didn't want to leave Poe's side, so Finn didn't let any of the techs do it.

Instead, they both stayed as close as possible. Finn on the floor with what was left of BB-8's body between his legs, tinkering with the internal bits to make sure what was actually BB-8 was well protected. It was good to take his mind off of... everything else, and the droid trusted him so it all worked out.

Poe faded in an out for the next two days. Sometimes unintentionally, and then more often because someone pumped so many drugs into him that staying awake was impossible.

So he hadn't said much of anything, for a while. Until now.

"... you know," he murmured, his voice a low rasp, "I'm so thirsty I think I would start sucking on comet ice..."

Finn jumped, BB-8's head nearly flying out of his hands. "Poe!" Bit too loud, he chastised himself.

He quickly put the droid down to the point that he could be semi-mobile again before getting up and rushing to Poe's side. "Hey. Hey, buddy. Hey. How are you doing? How-" Water. He said water.

Finn grabbed the pitcher next to the bed, shakingly filled up a glass with a little straw before directing it in Poe's direction. "Here. It's water. Drink slow, okay?"

Poe felt completely exhausted, and still pretty out of it, but he turned his head to Finn's voice and smiled, far too warmly, his eyes crinkling with it.

"No promises," He murmured, leaning forward a little to pull the straw into his mouth.

He sighed with happiness after he took a long, slow drink.

"Thanks, Finn," he murmured. "You are... you're literally the best thing in the galaxy, you know that?"

Finn laughed, very close to just losing it right there, overwhelmed with relief. But he kept his cool and just set the water aside.

"I see they've got you on the good stuff. You remember anything? Have any pain?"

"Mmmmm..." He wondered aloud, still looking too pleased and too happy to be where he actually was, with his leg now sporting a hell of a lot of metal mesh where his skin should be.

"Remember you pullin' me out," he decides after a moment. "But it's pretty... It's pretty hazy. Not a drop of pain, though, so... so must be the real good stuff." He reached out, a little blindly, hand feeling around until it found Finn's.

"Thanks."

For saving his life. You know. The small things.

"Don't mention it," he answered back softly, voice choking a little. His hand held Poe's gently, not sure what could cause him pain.

There was a wet warmth to his eyes, so Finn leaned down to kiss Poe on the forehead, trying to show his feelings but hide them at the same time. "Gave us a scare, you know. BB-8's okay, your leg's still there, and the First Order's gone so... not a terrible few days."

The gentle press of Finn's lips to his forehead made his chest blossom with warmth, his throat constrict a little, a heat behind his eyes.

Ah, damn.

Maybe it was the painkillers, but it was really hard to ignore just how in love he was with the guy, right now.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he murmured, squeezing Finn's hand with length strength than he should have had, but a surprising amount, considering how much blood he'd lost. "Not even... not even my worse few days, to be honest." He paused, and then, a little wryly: "Shouldn't you be out celebrating? There's got to be a hell of a party on right now..."

Oh, he could hear the celebration near constantly since he made camp in this room. Though Poe was a large part of why Finn didn't want to go out there, he wasn't the only reason. There was just a lot for him to process and accept right now. If Poe had been fine, though, there was a pretty good chance he would have gone out there a long time ago.

"And leave the life of the party behind? I don't think so, Dameron." He cleared his throat a little, discreetly wiped his eyes, and leaned up again to offer him a soft smile. Then, a little more sincerely: "I can't imagine being anywhere but here right now."

"Well, I'm not complaining," Poe replied, smiling wide enough that even with the painkillers he could feel the sharp tug across his cheeks.

"You can stay here forever, as far as I'm concerned."

"Lucky me," Finn chuckled to himself, leaning forward again until he could smell Poe's hair and press another kiss to his temple. He didn't like this new, hospital-y smell, though.

"They said you'd be all right," he continued, needing to fill the space with something other than his copious amount of kisses. The war was over now and they were never really an exclusive item, anyway. Not that Finn had been with others or that he thought Poe had, just- He was thinking too much, worried about the future. He kept talking. "Might be a day or so before they let you get around again. Come to think of it, I should probably get the doctor."

Instead, he placed a kiss beside Poe's eye, still doing that anyway, apparently.

“Doctor can wait,” Poe murmured, all too happy to let Finn cover him in kisses, apparently.

“Think you’re healing me faster than they could anyway,” he teased lowly, eyes fluttering open as Finn pulled away again.

“Think I could request a proper kiss?”

Finn chuckled to himself, inching away look down at Poe properly. He still looked pretty banged up, scratched and bruised here and there. But he was also alive and smiling and probably the most beautiful Finn had ever seen him.

He just stared down at him softly for a moment, the love and relief more than clear, before he finally leaned down to grant Poe's request. The kiss was slow at first, but Finn was quick to deepen, his hand lightly gliding over Poe's chest and arm to just barely touch him.

It was hard to remember, in the haze of drugs and relief, why they didn’t just do this all the time. Why he didn’t just give in to how much he wanted to touch and hold Finn pretty much all the time when they were together.

Poe melted into the kiss, letting Finn deepen it as much as he wanted, returning it with a lazy passion.

A shudder ran up his spine as he felt the barest brush over his chest.

Oh. No one had really touched him there since—

“Not made of glass,” he murmured against Finn’s lips. “It’d be worth the bacta ...”

Poe certainly seemed like he was made of glass right now. Finn was terrified of hurting him more but also really caught up in the relief that he was here right now.

The doctor had just come in not five minutes before Poe woke up. Surely he could get check up on later. And maybe they'd even have a little time? Wondering just what he was thinking at the image of climbing up there and straddling Poe, he kissed him again.

"What if we had our own celebration?" he asked, kind of ignoring the glass and bacta comment. His hand ghosted over Poe's thigh but stayed there, unsure if he had permission and certainly unsure if the drugs were affecting this decision more than Poe was.

Poe felt a hot flush of arousal between his legs as he groaned quietly, the touch of Finn’s hand on his thigh way more intense than he thought possible.

It also sobered him up very quickly.

“Yeah,” he said a little breathlessly, unconsciously tilting his hips towards Finn’s hand. “But there’s.. Finn, there’s things I haven’t told you...”

Trans Poe AU

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