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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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"I'll... try to ask," he finally relented. It was Rey, after all. She wouldn't begrudge him too much if he didn't push hard.

But, right. Crates. Judging from Poe's forced smile, the faster they finished this work and left, the better off this whole subject would be. "We can handle that," he sighed and quickly (though awkwardly) took back to the task.

Poe didn’t bring it up again.

Mostly that was because he was thrown back into work, back into missions, and if he was a little more gung-ho about it than usual, who could blame him? Sometimes he felt like the entire Resistance day on his shoulders, and so he kept a bright face up when appropriate, and a stern war-like one when required, and played his role as well as he was able. Leia was giving him more and more responsibilities, and he couldn’t say no.

Even if it felt like he was tearing chunks out of himself whenever he had to be far from Finn.

He got back far too late at night for this latest mission. Everyone was asleep save the droids, and Poe couldn’t help but relish the quiet moment that was so different from everything he’d been through, lately. He sat down by the only window - a huge broad thing that looked out over the back approach to the base - grasslands and a forest beyond. And the sky. A huge sky, full of stars.

He felt the tingle in his arm that alerted him that he was in the same place as Finn. It had started pulsing as soon as he was on base, but he’d only given it attention now. He pulled up his sleeve to watch it glow in time with his heart beat, and he let out a long sigh as he touched it with his finger tips.

“Yeah, I already know he’s here,” he whispered quietly to the tattoo. It did not answer him.

Finn had eventually gotten up the nerve to ask Rey about her tattoo. She had been a bit defensive at first before realising his situation, much in a similar way to Poe. Only, Rey had only been too happy to tell him all about her soulmate.

When he brought up problems like Poe's (without mentioning names), she assured him that those things happened so rarely that she wasn't sure they were real. Finn knew otherwise but kept silent.

Time passed, and Finn tried to bury the whole idea. Unsuccessfully. What eventually wore him down was the thought of his soulmate alone all because he wasn't brave enough to see this through. So, purposely choosing a time when Poe was away on a long mission, Finn got his own tattoo. He didn't want to add insult to injury when it came to the other man, and Rey was all the cheerleader he really needed. It looked almost normal on his skin, not glowing and beautiful. All that was left was to wait.

He wanted to show Poe as soon as he got back. Not to boast but to make him aware as soon as possible rather than hear it from someone else...

Though the warm pulse in the middle of the night woke him up. Half convinced it was a dream, Finn rolled out of bed and followed the sensation as best he could. And what he found was- "Poe?" He quietly stood at the other end of the hall, his arm angled away in an attempt to hide what must be a dreadful misunderstanding.

The voice startled him and Poe immediately sat up straight, tugging his sleeve down sharply, but giving Finn’s warm(if slightly sheepish) smile when he recognized him.

“Oh hey, bud. No luck sleeping? I uh - I just got back.”

"Did it go okay?" Because some things just came first.

At the same time, Finn was fidgeting and knew it. Poe was clearly the only one here, and this new mark was practically screaming at him about it. Except Poe already found his soulmate in another.. who didn't find their soulmate in him...

Should he show him now? Should he tell him?

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“Yeah, about as well as you’d expect. Wandered right into a First Order outpost that I didn’t know was there. But it isn’t there, now.”

If it were anyone else, Poe would begrudge them the interruption, but Poe could never pretend he didn’t want to be with Finn whenever he could. So he just stood up and walked over to him, the gentle pulse in his arm going ignored.

“Everything going alright on this end?”

Poe seemed to enjoy being in the depths of the war, much to Finn's unhappiness. Sure, someone had to do it, and Poe was the best pilot for the jobs they threw at his feet, but it did it have to be all the time? Did they all have to be in the thick of it?

Or perhaps Finn was just overly worried because of the connection he held the entire time. When Poe walked closer, there was no mistaking who the tattoo was trying to reach out for. How was that fair, though? The one person he wanted, the one person he couldn't have- He was already regretting this whole decision.

"Y-Yeah, it-... Um-" He had no idea how to begin or what to even disclose, so Finn just held his arm out to show him the activated tattoo. Better than words, he reasoned.

Poe paused, his world stilling for half a second, first a burst of hope filling his chest and then despair sinking in his stomach immediately after. He stepped over, reaching out to take Finn’s arm to get a better look at it.

He couldn’t read it’s signals, of course. Those were for Finn along. But it was impossible not to notice that it was activated. He forced a smile to his lips that he hoped was soft.

“She convinced you to get one, huh?” His voice was quiet, and he met Finn’s eyes as his heart sank.

“Congratulations.”

"Rey had a hand in it, yeah." She really had convinced him, her hope making him almost foolish towards the idea.

Though, he didn't know what to make of Poe's expression. Was he just tired after the mission? Or did he feel worse for his own situation? Or did he know what he was to Finn and didn't want that? Whatever it was, his touch felt so much more electrifying now that Finn had to take a deep breath before continuing.

"I... think it's sort of the same as yours, though. I don't think they feel the same way."

It was possible, but Poe never mentioned that his tattoo reacted to Finn specifically. He still wasn't even sure they could activate when the other person had no tattoo. There were too many questions, a lot of possibilities, and not enough hope. Finn couldn't bring himself to go any deeper with it like this.

“What?” Poe’s head snapped up with a frown.

“Why did she tell you to get it, then? I mean - you were hers, right?” That had been his assumption from the start.

He really should let Finn’s arm go, but for some reason he couldn’t. His tattoo was pulsing faster - or was it his heart was racing and his tattoo was trying to keep up?

Why did she-? "No. No, Rey and I aren't-" Finn shook his head, confused why Poe even thought that. She might be a private person, but Rey wasn't shy about talking at length about her soulmate.

Yet, Poe thought that they-... Yeah, well-... He looked away and shuffled in place, his hand turning to hold Poe's arm, too. "It's someone else. It's all right. It-" It doesn't matter. He couldn't bring himself to go that far. "It's all right."

His pulse thumping so fast that he could hear it.

“But they didn’t ping you back?” He hated how hopeful he sounded, wetting his lips as he tried to calm down a little. “I thought— look, Finn, I’m sorry. I thought it was Rey. I just figured that she and I—“ he fumbled, heartbeat overwhelmingly loud.

“Am I allowed to tell you, then? Is that okay? I know it’s not- I mean, sure, I might not be your soulmate, but I can’t really say I’m not half glad that they don’t- - I mean, fuck, I’m sorry, this is probably the worst timing—“

"What?" Poe was glad? Finn didn't even know if the other 'pinged back.' He didn't know about any of this, and now Poe was babbling nonsense.

But Poe mentioned soulmates- That he was a little glad about not being his soulmate or glad because Poe wasn't the only one like this or-

Finn moved his hand down Poe's arm, wanting to leave and stay all at once. There was something going on here, some sort of miscommunication that was about to hurt him a lot, so he was already saying the truth before he could stop himself: "Poe, you're my soulmate."

Then the implications hit him, and sudden dread that he'd just lost Poe for good filled his heart. Finn took his hand away. "Sorry."

It didn’t quite register, at first. He was still mid babble when Finn interrupted him, so he stared dumbly at him for three full seconds as it filtered through.

“No,” he replied, though it sounded more confused than denying. “No, you’re mine, Finn. You don’t— you don’t feel that way about me, I already—“ But it was slowly dawning on him, his eyebrows raising.

“Wait, but you said yours was activated—- I wasn’t even here—“

No. He already knew the answer was no, but his heart apparently hadn't gotten the memo, breaking into shards as Poe says it.

But then he continued and-

That- No, that made no sense. "I'm not yours. Yours activated before I even got one. And mine only just came on when you got back. I could practically feel- No, you know what, I have no idea what's going on."

His feelings were being jerked around, and Finn was starting to get kind of pissed about it. Was Poe his soulmate? There was so much hope bottled into that idea that he couldn't quite believe it to be true. But logic was starting to have it all make sense, to the point that his fingers were shaking with the possibility. "Are you-? How am I-? Are you sure?"

Poe was quickly infused with energy, a grin spreading that he couldn’t stop.

“There’s a test! There’s a test, just—“ He started stripping off his jacket and rolling up his sleeve.

“If they— they’ll connect, they sync up. They’ll sync our heart beats. That’s what - that’s what I was told, anyway—“

"There's-" Wait. Wait. Poe wanted to be his soulmate?

Questions were flying through Finn's mind faster than he could voice them. Did it not matter if he had the tattoo or not? Could Poe's had activated to him without it? Wait, had Poe wanted this? Wanted him? Why hadn't he been interested before? Was he interested and just didn't say anything? Why?

Finn was dumbfounded, watching Poe undress and roll his sleeve up. "This is possible?" he asked in a quiet, far too hopeful voice, looking back up to Poe's eyes.

Poe flushed, but it was with pure happiness and hope, almost bubbling off of him. He wet his lips and smiled at Finn, reaching out to take Finn's wrist and turn his arm up to show the tattoo, then lying his along side.

It was clear, seeing them like this, that they were meant to match. Even though they didn't flare at quite the same tempo, it was brighter than he'd ever seen his.

"Little more than possible, I think," he replied, giving Finn a grin as he reached out with his other hand and passed his fingers over the tattoo. His breath hitched, his heart shuddering as the signal reached for Finn's, and then--

And then, it felt like nothing else in the universe. As if he could feel a second heart in his chest, beating at a different rhythm, but then slowly aligning with his. It was almost uncomfortable, but the closer they god, the better it felt...

Finn's breath caught in a gasp, the feeling entirely unexpected. He thought- Well, he thought it'd feel like nothing. Certainly not like they were two becoming one, not like Poe was a physical part of him.

Once the heartbeats synced up and steadied out, he looked away from the bright glow of their tattoos to Poe's face. There were no words. He didn't even know what to do except look at the other man with awe, tears in his eyes.

They were soulmates. They couldn't be anything but.

But he did find words eventually in a chocked whisper, afraid of breaking this moment. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Their heartbeats synced and it nearly took Poe’s breath away. All the loneliness, all the longing; gone in an instant. He let his eyes flutter closed as he indulged in it. And then when Finn spoke, he opened them, looking sheepish but happy.

“Didn’t want to lose you,” he murmured. “First I thought - that yours didn’t ping, so that was it. And you and Rey - I mean, you guys are so close. I didn’t want to try to come between you, I figured as long as I could be near you, I could be happy.”

His smile spread so wide it hurt, his heart skipping a beat and he didn’t know if that came from him or from Finn.

He took a step closer other arm reaching out, hand gently cupping Finn’s jaw. “Yeah,” he continued, his voice dropping until it was just for them, “I’m an idiot. Now I know - I had no idea what happiness even felt like.”

Finn felt like the one that was a fool. Of course, he knew why Poe didn't say anything. The reasons were the same as his own, even if he couldn't hold out nearly as long as Poe had.

His free hand held Poe's against his jaw, and he stepped forward to rest their foreheads together. Finn closed his eyes and focused on the sound of their heartbeats, the scents that were all Poe. Is this what happiness really was?

"You're not an idiot," he started with. "I didn't want to lose you either... I'm glad that didn't last."

He pressed back, a firm point of pressure against his forehead.

“I could have been a hell of a lot more romantic about it, if I’d realized.” He breathed for a couple of seconds and then tilted his chin forward - just enough to brush the softest kiss against Finn’s lips.

“... I didn’t need this to tell me that I was in love with you.”

Even though the last few minutes had been the most extreme rollercoaster of emotions of Finn's life, he hadn't expected that. The kiss- The confession- All of it.

He didn't know how to say it back and make it mean the same thing. What he felt for Poe was insurmountable, indescribable. How could he possibly convey that in words?

His heart lurched, his grip tightened, and a lone tear may have escaped. "I love you," he softly murmured against Poe's lips, hardly a breath and just as hard to hear, before taking a deep and slightly desperate kiss. First kiss but a lot of effort was involved.

He felt it, more than he heard it. Not just the words, but he felt the swell before the words. Felt his blood thrum with it, even before Finn said it.

He met the kiss as well he could - a little clumsily, a little out of practice. No one bothered to have short-term romances, these days, what was the point? It was one-night-stands with other un-activated individuals, or bust. No one wanted their heart broken when the other finally found their soulmate.

Most of Poe's experience was actually as a third - for partners who wanted a taste of something else between them - and it was almost always a lonely experience. A reminder of everything he didn't have.

But he had it now.

He moaned softly into Finn's mouth as the man deepened the kiss, sliding an arm behind Finn's back and pulling him tightly up against himself. He forgot entirely where they were. He didn't care. Everything in the Galaxy had narrowed down to this single, beautiful, perfect point.

Finn answered with his own moan, his heart leaping. Though, he couldn't tell if it was himself or Poe that was feeling such things. Both of them now, but it added a completely different level here.

This was permanent. This feeling- Would he always feel like he and Poe were one or would that only happen when they were together? He wasn't sure, but what he did know (or blindly hope) was that this wasn't temporary. Poe was his soulmate and loved him. This was their entire lives.

It was so difficult to imagine the scope of. He never dreamed it would be like this.

His hand tangled into Poe's soft hair, pushing him back a step. He should probably get a hold on himself, Finn reasoned, but he didn't want to try just yet. Just a second more of this. Just a little more.

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