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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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Poe glanced around as Finn pointed stuff out, and slowly paled.
"... This - this doesn't make any sense. You saw it?"
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"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!?
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“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.”
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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.
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“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.”
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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.
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“Sorry,” he murmured quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sorry.”
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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?"
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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.
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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?
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“I don’t know what any of this means, but I should be more surprised, right? I should feel more freaked out. But I don’t. I just feel... tired.”
There was a pause, and then, quietly:
“I need you to promise me something.”
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He stared up at the ceiling with a worried frown, feeling pretty trapped right now, before glancing over to Poe. "What's that?"
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His face twisted, and a real note of worry shone through.
“I’d never forgive myself. So if something happens, you just run. And you don’t look back.”
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Finn turned on his side, facing Poe. "Okay. I promise, but... that's not going to happen. You're going to be all right. We'll figure out what's going on and take it one step at a time." Bold words for someone who wanted to climb in a hole and stay there indefinitely.
"You're not going to hurt me."
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Poe swallowed, his voice dropping lower, as if he was trying to keep from being overheard despite the house being empty.
“But Finn, I... what if I’ve already done something and don’t remember? People don’t just lose a year for no reason.”
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"But we will figure it out. Somehow."
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He shifted a little closer, not even thinking about it, murmuring in the dark with Finn’s face close enough to be hard to focus on.
“But as long as you promise you’ll run...”
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"You are not a walking time bomb. You're going to be okay." And he was already beginning to regret this promise... "Listen, it's a lot. It's a hall of a lot. But you won't hurt me, all right? Just... stop thinking about it. Try to sleep, if you can.
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“... Okay. Yeah. Okay.” He turned over onto his back and immediately regretted it, missing proximity. So instead he shuffled a little closer, until his side was pressed against Finn’s.
It wasn’t that simple. Of course it wasn’t. But he was exhausted and couldn’t do anything. But if he managed to relax, it would make life easier for Finn. So he was going to try.
The Hall of a Lot
He stayed on his side to allow the other room, trying desperately to stay still when Poe got closer, doing his best imitation of a statue. His mind was anything but still, though, leaping across thoughts about these strange happenings and how close Poe was against him.
Eventually, he relaxed into the close proximity, staying quiet as he watched Poe... That was probably creepy, so he had to remind himself to close his eyes every now and then, even if his gaze did keep finding the others striking profile in the dark.
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And he didn’t notice when the darkness finally took him.
90 minutes later, after Poe had had some uneasy but dreamless sleep, the dreams began again.
And so did the phenomenon.
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But the water wasn't sloshing. It was rising in the air, twining together like a braid before combining to form shapes and rivers, things unpredicatable and bizarre.
Finn was frozen, staring wide eyed at the sight, not knowing what to do. Should he let Poe rest? During this? How could he wake him easily enough for it to continue? How was this happening at all.
"Poe," he whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him but not knowing what else to do. They didnt talk about this part.
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The bowls were moving now, too, trembling as first and then slowly raising spinning like tops through molasses.
Poe’s hand on Finn’s knee twitched, and everything dropped half a foot before stabilizing and slowly rising again.
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"Poe," he tried softly again, a hand combing against Poe's hair even though his eyes stayed on the scene. "Poe, hey..."
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He didn’t think to look at the bowls, his heart thumping at the tender touch.
“Did you—“ but as soon as he tried to speak everything crashed to the floor and Poe nearly jumped out of his skin again.
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i didn't know where to time skip to so
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