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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I can't shake them! I'm going planetside."

Finn hadn't been with the starfighter corp. for very long- Well, he'd been in their ranks a while, actually, but not compared to everyone else. The point, while he wasn't as good a pilot as most of the others, he did know First Order tech better than anyone in the Resistance, and TIEs had a much harder time picking off targets close to land.

Even though they'd been skimming over the planet's atmosphere most of the time, he knew it was stupid to go off alone. He also knew that Poe could more than handle his own situation probably ten times over, and wouldn't need Finn's help. Finn, who was probably about to be blown to pieces because this TIE pilot was just better than he was. There wasn't much of a way out of this except to split up and hope that Poe had enough time to take out his target before this one finished Finn off and came after him... Or he could get an advantage closer to land.

Either way, this was the only option he could see. "Don't worry. I got this." Probably. Likely not. He can do this. Maybe.

"I'll be right after you, Buddy!" Poe yelled over the comm, his voice always about two times louder than it needed to be when he was in a fire fight, because why even bother being a pilot if you didn't get to yell about it.

A few seconds later there was a excited 'woop!' from the other end of the comm, then static, then "Shit--"

"I'm still coming, Finn, keep him running after you as long as you can without getting in the cross hairs. I'm going to have to uh - take a bit of a different maneuver to take him out."

One that included no guns and one less engine, after his A-Wing had gotten caught in the blast of the TIE - too close to the atmosphere to escape it. But he was plummeting down through it now, the cabin heating up as he tracked Finn's ship and the TIE behind it.

Just hold on, Finn--

Poe was still talking so Finn was more or less certain that he was okay. "What kind of different maneuver?" he asked in a worried but pretty stressed voice, most of his attention focused on doing exactly what Poe said.

He banked hard as shots came down on him, and he was at least able to dodge most of them. If he could get closer to land then maybe- But Finn knew that was unlikely. There were no obstacles, no fancy acrobatics. This TIE was on him and... Finn was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it to the ground.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit- "Poe?" Even he didn't know if he was asking for a rescue, trying to tell him to back off, or about to tell him all of the things he hadn't said. His voice did come through less panicked, though, and a lot more scared.

He heard the worry in Finn's voice, and he only had a split second to decide. Take the less risky option - try to clip the TIE's wing with his - but that would cost him precious seconds and might lose Finn his life. And if he missed, the TIE would be on him instantly, and both him and Finn would be dead.

So there was no choice, really.

"I've got you, Finn." He says instead, his voice utterly confident. But he's already calculating the chance of him surviving this impact as he barrels towards the TIE, his speed picking up so bad that he feels like the cockpit is almost on fire. The ship probably is, the way it's plummeting through the atmosphere. Can't care right now. Only a second, maybe two --

"Sorry for this," He manages to grind out - no where near a confession or even a decent string of last words, but it didn't matter. Anything else would burden Finn and that wasn't what he'd wanted.

His life didn't flash before his eyes. There was no panic, or fear. Just a weird, solid calm.

He knew he'd go out like this. In a fire ball, in a cockpit.

Doing it to save Finn's life? Probably the best version he could have asked for.

The TIE exploded on impact, tearing a wing off the A-Wing, the rest of it hurtling down toward the surface, coming apart as it did.

The TIE got off his tail, and Finn gasped in relief at the sudden weight lifting from his shoulders. Poe did it! He was on the cusp of a cheer before he realized that were no other ship readings on him.

He pulled up, away from his approach to the ground, and ducked around in the cockpit until he could see the fire and ship pieces hurtling towards impact. If it had been almost anyone else, the immediate conclusion wouldn't have hit him so fast. "Poe!?" He was already turning the ship around before anyone would have had a chance to respond. But there wasn't a response. There wasn't even static. "No, Poe, talk to me! Poe!"

The ship didn't magically jolt to life. Nothing spectacular suddenly happened. Finn was just helpless to watch as the wreckage crashed into the ground. It couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, but his A-Wing felt like it took an eternity to fly to the crash site and complete the paltry landing he'd just performed.

Maybe this was the TIE. Maybe Poe was somewhere else and okay. Just like Jakku.

He tore the helmet and harness off, jumped out of the ship, and ran to the wreckage as fast as he could. "POE!"

There was no answer. Poe had only been semi-conscious during the final descent - only enough to manage to pull up at the last second and make his landing slightly less fatal. It wasn't really thought but instinct that had done it.

As soon as he hit the ground, his side erupted with pain, his vision went white, and then it was gone. Everything.

He lay slumped in the chair, the ejection seat untouched, but a large segement of the destroyed dashboard had gone straight into his gut like a giant metal splinter. The only reason he hadn't bled out already was the fact that it was lodged so tight the blood couldn't pour out around it. So it just seeped - his cream shirt slowly dying red.

There wasn't much left of the ship. Just mangled pieces of metal and small fires cropping up around the billowing smoke. Finn didn't take much of that in, though. He found the wrecked cockpit and practically hopped on to the ship.

The canopy didn't budge like it was meant to and everything was too twisted to see inside, so he grabbed the jagged and broken edges along the sides and pulled. It cut into his hands and something in his shoulder felt wrong with the action, but he managed to win and get it off enough to see the pilot.

"Poe!" His hands flew to his face, his neck, trying to find a pulse, then his eyes raked over him to find the- the dash- Maybe it wasn't... as bad as-... There wasn't as much blood as-... His fingers shook over the- the mess-

They needed help. He couldn't get a very good look at everything, but it all highly suggested that moving Poe could kill him. "No... No, no, no, no-" A hand fumbled with the communicator hooked to his belt, but he already knew there would be no signal before it just burst into static. They were much too far away. Maybe he could leave and get help. But the jump from home had taken over three hours going one way.

He shook his head, trying to think. There's something. There has to be something.

The difference in air pressure was what must of roused him. That and the noise.

Poe's eyelids fluttered uselessly for a second before his eyes slowly started to blink open. Everything hurt. Hurt so much he could barely process it, and he coughed, blood bubbling on his lips. It took him way too long to realise he wasn't alone.

"... Finn?" His voice was weak and wet.

"Poe?" His filthy hands went back to Poe's head, trying to get a look at him. But he was pale, blood on his lips, eyes unfocused. For a split-second, Finn had been elated that Poe was awake, but-

No, he really shouldn't be awake right now. If anything, Finn was just trying to not let him look down. "Hey, hey. I've got you. It's all right. You'll be all right."

And he really shouldn't have said that. But Poe would be all right. He had to be. Finn just had to... figure out what the hell to do. Should he try to move the dash out anyway? But he couldn't even see most of it. "I've got you. I'll figure this out." He had to do something.

He didn't look down. He didn't look anywhere at all - eyes not even focusing on Finn's face. He seemed to relax a bit at the other man's voice, letting out a quiet sigh, eyes falling closed.

It almost looked like he had fallen asleep, until his eyes fluttered back open.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Thought I'd fire ball.. You... You okay?"

He wasn't sure whether he should keep Poe awake or let him knock out again. His instincts screamed to keep him awake but... not with-...

"You thought-... You planned that?" Okay. Okay, okay, okay. This was okay. Finn kept shaking his head again, trying to think, ignoring the question.

A thought lingered on the edge of his mind. That Poe did this for him. That this had happened because of him. That this was his fault. That he had done this. But he kept all of that away and to the edge, out of reach. He couldn't think about that.

"No - no guns. Down an engine. It was either - either you and me, or- or me and him." It's hard to talk, his lungs not fully cooperating, and he's wheezing. It feels like no matter how much air he gets, it's not enough.

"... No- no choice. Sorry. Couldn't.. Couldn't lose you..."

"Those weren't the only options. You didn't have to- Dammit, Poe. I was leading him away." But he had asked for help, hadn't he? Finn could argue this until he turned blue, but it didn't help Poe now.

He took the knife from his boot and started cutting through Poe's shirt, trying to see if he could... do anything. "Just stay still, all right?"

"Not- not going anywhere," he promised, and then had the weirdest compulsion to chuckle. Get it? Not going anywhere...

He grunted as Finn cut at the fabric, pain shooting through his body as he shifted automatically away from the blade. Only a millimetre, maybe two, but more than enough to regret it.

"... Didn't think I'd... Ever actually have to worry about last words," he mumbled, eyes sliding shut. He just realised he couldn't feel his lower half.

"Stay still," he growled in response, just getting more pissed off by the second. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm getting you out. Just-"

Finn had cut enough away to realize that he wasn't seeing things. The dash had gone through Poe, almost cutting him clean in half. That- Poe wasn't going to make it... He should try to make him comfortable. Try to... help in any way he could.

But that-... No. That can't happen. Poe can't die. Not like this. "I'm going to-" His voice wavered. Shit. Fuck. He couldn't pull the dash out even if he was able to. He couldn't leave Poe here to send a distress call. He couldn't amputate his fucking torso.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Shoot him, trooper, he could hear Phasma say. Put him out of his misery. "I can do this." He started looking at the dash and all of the pieces in his friend, trying to find anything he could remove without actually touching it or making it all worse.

Poe fell quiet and still as he was bade - though whether it was because Finn had told him to or because he'd passed out for a few seconds was unclear. When Finn started swearing, his eyes fluttered open again, focusing himself to focus. At least it didn't really hurt, anymore. He just felt numb, almost everywhere.

Shock, probably.

"Finn." A calm, almost gentle word, and his hand moved, just a little, trying to reach, but he obviously couldn't control it well.

"Finn, it's okay. It going to be alright. You need to... To relax, okay? Just - just hold my hand for a second. Just let me..." But he trailed off, eyes unfocusing, a fresh line of blood running from his lips. Then a shuddering breath and he tried to refocus again.

"More time than- that anyone else gets, please, just be with me, okay?"

He shook his head. "I can do this." His voice wavered again, hot tears trailing down his face. He couldn't do this. There was nothing he could do. Except there had to be. There had to be a way to save him, and he just couldn't fucking see it.

"Just- I need to think." His hand did grab Poe's, holding on tight for comfort and to make sure he stopped moving around. "I need to think. I need to- Fuck."

Okay, okay. He couldn't move the dash, so he couldn't move Poe. Can't leave, so can't call for help. Maybe he could haul the whole ship? Maybe he- No, no, it would tear apart and never survive getting through atmo, much less off the ground. That was stupid--

Poe's grip was weak, but he had one - his hand already far cooler than Finn's. He let out a long breathe, the sound almost a wheeze, as he gripped with what little force he had left.

His eyes closed again.

"... Always wished I could have... Seen you face. When you came into that interrogation chamber. When you woke me up. I ... I dream about it sometimes, what your expression must have .. Must have been like. Determined..." He trailed off. "... So determined to save me... But you already did, Finn, this has all been - "

"This has all been bonus..."

"I didn't save you so that you could die for me like this-!" But hadn't he? He saved Poe for his own gain back then, right?

Fuck! Why was he arguing with him!? Now's not the time to argue with him! "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I- Poe, don't talk like that. I'm going to-" He can't get him out. He can't do anything.

"... Hey, we've all gotta... Go sometime, right?" He coughed again, pain breaking through the numbness and making his whole buddy shudder, which make the pain worse. He could feel sweat breaking on his forehead.

"... Can you grab the - the chain around my neck? Figured it's - it's technically yours anyway, and I don't- don't want it getting lost with me, so..." He trailed off, trying to breathe, and then murmured a little more lowly:

"You can... Can give it to Rose, if you want... Or Rey, or whoever-- never did manage to figure that one out--"

All he'd known was that it wasn't him.

"Not right now, you don't," he answered to the first part, other hand pressed against Poe's neck as he shuddered. He didn't even have anything to help against the pain.

None of that mattered anyway. Poe wasn't making sense anymore. "What?" Despite his confusion, Finn's fingers did find the chain. It's Poe's but it's Finn's and he has to give it to Rey or Rose? "That's yours, Poe." He didn't know anything about the necklace except that Poe wore it all the time. Taking it made this seem so much more final.

Even so, he still had his fingers twined with the chain.

"Listen, just- I know I'm- I can figure this out. You're not- I can't let you-" But Poe was so accepting. And Finn would only make him upset. And there was nothing he could do. But he couldn't give up. "Stop trying to give away your stuff, man. We can do this. We've been through worse. The Finalizer was worse, right? Crait was worse." Nothing was worse than this.

"Yeah. They were worse."

He was meant to die, on the Finaliser. Meant to die on Jakku. Meant to die above the starkiller, at the end of a turret on a dreadnaught, in the middle of hyperspace on a fragile transport. On Crait. Every day one more than he thought he'd have.

"But I'm not... I'm not making it out of this one." His voice was getting weaker. "Please. Take it, Finn, please. With my - with all of it, just take it--"

"Okay, okay." Anything to make Poe stop asking him. He'll just- He'll give it back. Later, when this is over, when they're both okay, he'll give it back.

... Poe was dying. He wasn't going to be okay.

Finn gently moved the chain over his head, easily taking the necklace off of him with his shirt cut to shreds. The ring itself looked fine, not even dented or anything. "I won't lose it like the jacket, I promise." Why did he even say that? "I'll hold on to it." But didn't he want him to give it to someone?

"Poe, please, just- I'm here, all right? Don't worry." It was getting hard to talk through the crying, but he cleared himself up again. Please, keep thinking. Please, don't stop thinking. Help him, please.

"I'm not worried," he mumbled, a line of sweat sliding down his temple and down his jaw.

"Jacket wasn't- wasn't important, not really, just - just wanted you to have..." He trailed off, thought incomplete, his hand in Finn's going slack, his breathing slowing. A half second later he sucked in a breath, again. Like he was fighting for every last second.

"Was my mom's." He added, after a minute. "Her - her wedding ring. Kept it so I could... But that was never going to happen, so at least it can... Sort of be yours now anyway..."

"No, no-" He held Poe's hand tight enough to hurt, and the other man came back to him just like that. But he was leaving. He was leaving, and Finn couldn't stop it.

Wait, his mother? "Her wedding ring?" He'd heard some things about Shara Bey - that she was a fantastic pilot, that she died when he was young - enough to know that this ring was important to him. "Poe, I can't-" He should bring it back to Poe's father, give it to someone he had loved, let- Wait.

He went back over Poe's choice of words, the dogfight, their entire relationship, the way they'd met- Take it, Finn, please. With my - with all of it-

No, that couldn't be. That couldn't be right. He was reading this wrong. But he was also running out of time. "I love you." It was out there before he had a chance to really think this through. "Please, don't do this. Don't do this. Just- If we don't report in, someone's going to come looking for us, right? Then you can- you can give me this and we- Poe, please. Please. I love you. Don't do this to me."

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Poe Dies Pre Relationship

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Loool

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OW, BRITT, DAMN