;poe

[hatejakku]

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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[hatejakku]

He jumped when Poe snapped, when the wood chips skittered over the ground. Those were definitely wood chips. They- They had to be, right? That wasn't bugs.

And Poe hadn't seen it? Wait, did Poe do that?

No. No, no. That's impossible.

"Hold on, I- You're okay. It's okay. I just thought- You didn't see that?" He walked over to one of the chips that had scattered, picking it up and examining it on all sides. That couldn't have just happened. And Poe would never believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it.

[flightforfreedom]

“See what?” Poe asked, irritably, watching as Finn seemingly was trying to change the subject to wood chips.

He pulled the hatchet free from the stump again.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter, Finn. I’m just lodged in beurocracy. I wonder if they’re trying to convince Leia to just skip to the ending and lock me up.”

[hatejakku]

He was crazy. That's all it was. He was crazy.

Except right now, he was going crazy at the expense of Poe's feelings. "No, no. It matters. I'm sorry." He fisted the wood chip and walked to Poe, stopping beside him. He didn't have time to be seeing things that weren't there. "You've got every right to be pissed off. Just- I know this sounds awful, but just try to have some patience, okay? You're here, you're alive. The rest will work out in time."

Then he glanced at the wood chip in his hand and apologized again. "Sorry, I... thought I saw something ridiculous. I didn't mean to get distracted."

[flightforfreedom]

"It's my life, Finn," Poe said as he grabbed another block of wood to put on the stump. "Being patience doesn't matter for shit when everyone else is perfectly willing to put my life on hold as long as they feel like. I just want to fly again."

He looked back at Finn, frowning, brows furrowed. "What do you mean, something ridiculous?"

[hatejakku]

No control over his life... And Finn's own home was being used in this as a sort of prison. Finn was being used in controlling him.

But it couldn't last. This had to end eventually, right?

He had nothing to add, knowing that Poe was right. Instead, he sighed and looked down at the wood chip again. "I thought I saw these flying through the air. It's probably just-" Hunger? Stress? A damn stroke? "-me going crazy. Forget it. You, uh-... You want company?"

[flightforfreedom]

Poe's brows knitted but he didn't really understand what Finn was talking about. The wood chips?

"I probably just stepped on them funny, or something." He put the hatchet down and walked over to Finn, looking a little concerned.

"Are you okay?" Because he hadn't really wanted company, but if something was wrong with Finn...

[hatejakku]

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." He pocketed it, though, not really thinking about the action. "Just... a lot going on, obviously.

"Look, I can help you out here or get started on dinner, let you breathe alone for a minute." Because if Finn wanted anything, it was for the wood chip conversation to drop.

[flightforfreedom]

Poe sighed, frowning at him but eventually looking back at the axe.

"... You go get dinner started. I'll be in after a few minutes. I just... need to blow off some steam, that's all."

[hatejakku]

He didn't want Poe to think that he couldn't vent to him but he also agreed that blowing off steam couldn't hurt. "Take your time," he said before heading back inside, the wood chip oddly heavy in his pocket. But it was nothing. That had been stress or bugs or light or anything.

A few more days passed, and Finn almost managed to forget that had ever happened at all. There were too many other things going on for him to dwell on the impossible. Yet here he was, standing in the living room in the middle of the night, trying to convince himself that he was still dreaming.

He had gotten up for- He couldn't even remember anymore. Regardless, it was to find Poe passed out on the couch instead of in his room. The body in the dark was easy to identify but everything else had taken him a minute. It was random objects - pens, paper, junk mail, his car keys, a couple of throw pillows - floating. Just floating in the air, gently moving up and down in the same rhythm of Poe's breathing.

This couldn't be real. He was dreaming or- or sleepwalking. He tapped a pillow, watching it spin on an imaginary axis. If- If this was real, and it wasn't, then this must be Poe's doing. Somehow.

Finn blinked hard a couple of times before pushing through orbit of random things, walking to the couch to shake Poe's shoulder, trying to sound at least a little gentle. "Poe? Poe, wake up."

[flightforfreedom]

He didn't start awake, which was good. Instead he stirred, blinking blearily -

And then suddenly everything came crashing down to the floor, clanging and rattling and falling over itself.

Poe sat bolt upright at the sound, reaching for a gun that wasn't there and swearing up a storm.

Interesting, he didn't swear at Finn. He didn't even look at Finn. Instead: "What the fuck keeps doing that?"

[hatejakku]

Oh.

Oh no.

Poe did not just say that.

"Keeps doing what?" Finn asked in a slight tone of horror. Had this happened before? Had this been happening? He liked this better when being crazy was his best guess.

[flightforfreedom]

"I thought there was some kind of rodent living in my room or a raccoon or something because it keeps waking me up by throwing shit around. I knew it wasn't you because you're never there, but I - fuck."

He glared around and then ducked under the couch to look. "I don't believe in ghosts, Finn."

Though maybe that was more to himself, than to Finn.

[hatejakku]

"It's not a ghost."

Poe was never going to believe him. Finn still didn't believe it! He glanced around as if an answer was going to suddenly pop out but-

With a tightlipped grimace, he shifted and looked back at Poe. "You remember what happened the other day with the wood chips? When I said they- they were floating?"

[flightforfreedom]

"You--" Poe looked up at him and frowned, clearly confused. "You didn't say anything about floating. You said you saw them flying through the air."

Floating and flying were two very different things.

[hatejakku]

Was it, Poe? Was it that different??

"Well they were floating before they were flying but the pillows just now were only floating so-" He pointed at a throw pillow as if accusing it, as if it was the culprit all along. "And the pens and my keys and- and-"

[flightforfreedom]

Things sometimes could fly, thanks to being hit or kicked or random weird things happening. Floating was a completely different story!

Poe glanced around as Finn pointed stuff out, and slowly paled.

"... This - this doesn't make any sense. You saw it?"

[hatejakku]

"I saw it." Finn certainly sounded sure but- "I could have been dreaming. I don't know if I sleepwalk. I've lived alone before you came in. I could have been sleepwalking." But Poe heard them fall.

"It doesn't make sense, but- but I saw it. I know what I saw." Did he? "It's happened twice now- No, it's happened more, hasn't- Where's my phone?" Why hadn't he recorded it!?

[flightforfreedom]

“Finn - Finn—“ Poe said, reaching out to grab at his arm.

“Stop. No phone.” He grimaced. “Look, if- I’d something weird is happening, we need to figure it out, but the last thing I want... don’t record me. Please. Keep this between us.”

He swallowed.

“... it happened when I was asleep, right? Maybe just - maybe just bunk with me for a while.”

[hatejakku]

"Wait, you believe me?" Sorry, Poe. Finn was about nine paces behind.

But he shook himself and tried to think. Okay. Okay, okay. If this was actually happening, then recording it would definitely be a bad idea. No one could know about it, especially with how everyone had been treating Poe lately. It would be terrible if they even thought that this could be happening.

So- So, yeah, okay. He took a few deep breaths. "Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. That makes sense. Okay. We can do that." They could even do it tonight. Finn sure as hell wasn't going back to sleep any time soon.

[flightforfreedom]

“Something keeps waking me up. We’ll... we’ll set a test, somehow.” He should be more skeptical, he knew. But weird little inconsistencies in his life lately we’re starting to tug at his mind, and he found it unfortunately easy to believe Finn.

“We’ll... bowls of water. We’ll set some around the room. You sleep with me, and either you’ll see them, or - or they’ll splash when they fall.”

[hatejakku]

Between the most handsome man Finn ever met saying the words 'sleep with me' and this whole telekinesis ghost nonsense, all he could actually think about was how much of a mess this going to make.

That more than anything solidified the fact that he really believed this was happening... To hell with it, he'd clean it up. "Yeah. We can do that." And off to the kitchen Finn went to gather some bowls.

[flightforfreedom]

Poe paced, realizing he hadn’t really asked where they should sleep. Eventually he just decided that to hell with the weird butterflies the idea gave him, his room was best. He grabbed a spare pillow for Finn and then padded back to his room, fussing with the bed before padding out to see if Finn needed help.

“Sorry,” he murmured quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sorry.”

[hatejakku]

"Don't be sorry," Finn answered just as quietly, before handing one of the two bowls he was holding out to the other man. "Here, you- Okay, look. Whatever's happening, it's happening to you. It's not your fault. And maybe... it can explain some things? I don't know. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

He had thankfully been able to calm down a little while getting the water together. Honestly, the darkness of night helped. Made everything seem less real. He could actually convince himself that this was really a dream. "Where will you be most comfortable?"

[flightforfreedom]

Maybe it can explain some things.

That was precisely what Poe was worried about. That something had been done to him. That the generals had been right, that something had nabbed him and made him into an enemy of the state...

He stood there, awkwardly, unable to say as much to Finn but wanting to. It often felt like Finn was the only one on his side with this at all.

He glanced over at the question, carefully cupping the bowl between both hands. He set it down on the floor next to his bed - about two feet away so that they hopefully wouldn’t get splashed, then gestures to his bed.

“You, uh - you take the side closest to the wall.” That way Finn would have to climb over him to get to the bowls. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him, he just... needed to prove his to himself.

It wasn’t a big bed, though. Whatever happened, they were going to end up practically spooning just based on proximity.

[hatejakku]

Finn sat his bowl down and climbed into bed basically on auto-pilot. While he was calmer, he still had a hard time believing that any of this was happening.

But it could explain things. Or rather, give them more questions. It wasn't like Poe had just flown into a black hole or something, they knew that already. If he had been captured, how did they do this to him? Who even was 'they' at this point?

Later. He couldn't do this right now. Just... later.

Finn lied on his back and took a deep breath. "You think you'll be able to sleep?" At least, Poe seemed... calmer than him?