lina_musebox

;poe

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 don’t want to.”

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.”

"We don't know that." Now Finn was whispering, too, like they were both children hiding from whatever the unknown was. "We don't know if you had this before or it's just starting now or if you've always had it- We don't know anything and we can't start guessing like that, okay?

"But we will figure it out. Somehow."

“I don’t know anything, but I know something happened. And with this weird stuff - I don’t know, maybe someone magnetized me? Maybe I’m a walking time bomb.”

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...”

Finn had the sudden urge to kiss him, if for nothing else than to give some measure of comfort. But he didn't.

"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.

Poe sighed.

“... 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.

Finn honestly only half expected Poe to fall asleep. This was just too much with everything going on.

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.

It took a long time. But in the end, Poe was so exhausted that he slowly started to drift off. He didn’t really notice when his hand drifted to touch Finn’s knee, almost like an anchor point.

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.

Finn, who felt far too comfortable with the contact on his knee, was half asleep when he heard sloshing water. Half thinking something had bothered the bowls, he reluctantly opened his eyes to see what was going on.

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.

He didn’t wake, the voice too soft. His eyes were closed, his breathing even and heavy as the water slipped and twisted around itself.

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.

Finn's breath hitched when everything nearly fell, all but confirming Poe was somehow subconsciously controlling this. Okay. Okay, okay. The water was proof enough, right? He needed to wake him up.

"Poe," he tried softly again, a hand combing against Poe's hair even though his eyes stayed on the scene. "Poe, hey..."

Poe let out a soft sound at the touch of fingers in his hair, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. This time, the objects didn’t immediately drop. Everything hung in the air, suspended, as Poe slowly roused, turning his eyes to Finn’s face.

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.

Finn sat up as everything fell, heart hammering in his chest, as well. There wasn't really any denying it this time. It was right there, all over the floor, seeping into the carpet.

That had really just happened.

"Yeah, I saw it," he said breathlessly, not even wondering if that was Poe's original question or not.

His original question was lost, whipping around to see what had happened, finding everything scattered and the water soaking into everything.

He hadn’t actually believed it, at first. Had thought something was going on but that it had a reasonable explanation. But now?

He froze, staring at the discarded pile of bowls for a long, long moment.

“Fuck.”

Finn... had no response to that. Fuck pretty much summed it up.

Instead, he touched Poe's shoulder and made his way out of bed, leaving out the door for no longer than 10 seconds to bring back some towels. Something to do. Just keep moving and think while you're moving.

But when he probably should have put some effort into it, he just dropped them to the floor on top of the water and looked at Poe. "Now what?"

... As if he knew.

Poe had been staring at where the bowls had dropped, only shaken from his reverie when the towels obscured his vision. He looked up at Finn, looking far more lost than Finn had ever seen him.

“... What happened to me?” He asked, a little desperate but still quiet.

As if he knew.

What the hell was Finn supposed to say to that? He wished he knew. He wished he had all the answers.

He stepped over the towels and sat on the bed again, pulling Poe's hands into his. "We'll figure it out together, okay?" His voice trembled, trying to hide the fear beneath. Not for these... powers, but for Poe. What's been done to him. What could be done to him.

Poe didn't pull his hands away, but he didn't exactly reply to Finn, either. What was there to say?

Nothing made sense anymore.

He spent the next day sleeping. First he took everything out of his room other than his bed and the heavy furniture, and then he slept. He had endless terrifying dreams that he couldn't remember, but he didn't know what to do other than try to sleep it off and see if that changed anything.

The day after that, he got to work.

Without a word, he went straight outside in the morning, and didn't come back until the evening. He disappeared into the woods and told Finn he needed some time by himself, and came back only when it was starting to get dark. He ate. He collapsed.

He fell into this routine for the third and the fourth day, too, expression determined and defiant.

On the fifth day, he came back in the afternoon, eyes blazing with purpose, and through the backdoor open. "Finn! Finn!" he called into the the house, not even sure the other man was there.

Finn didn't know what Poe had been doing out there but he could guess. Never aloud, though. They hadn't really talked about what had happened since that night, always dancing around the subject. It didn't change that Finn was starting to get worried... Well, more worried than before, which seemed almost impossible.

When he heard Poe yelling for him, he could have sworn he just died there for half a second. Finn came tumbling to the backdoor like a stampede. "What? What's wrong? What happened?"

It was hard to tell if Poe was upset or just incredibly focused. There was no smile on his face, but he raised a clenched fist to signal Finn to stop where he was, and then opened his fist.

There was a shard of wood lying in his palm.

Nothing happened at first. Poe just stared at it as if willing it to explode. Several seconds passed and he started to look increasingly frustrated, until finally it started to move. It vibrated a little at first and then wavered, rising about an inch into the air as if hesitant - dipping back down into his palm before rising up again, trembling like a leaf on the wind.

Finn stared, taking a hesitant step forward as he watched the tiny piece of wood dance gently. "You're controlling it."

That's what he figured Poe had been doing out there and, though he had expected to see the results, hadn't realized just how incredible it would be. It was working right in front of his face where they both could see. "How?"

"By chanting in ancient latin," Poe said wryly, but the thing wobbled and fell back into his palm the second he replied. He sighed and gripped it, looking at Finn.

"I don't know. I just - think real hard about it, I guess. Like trying to move a muscle that I can't feel. I don't know how to explain it."

He put the chip in his pocket.

"I guess in my sleep I... remember how to control it. That's the only way I can explain it."

Maybe? Finn furrowed his brow. "It happened the other day, too. When you were angry. Maybe... sometimes it happens subconsciously. Or, I guess, accidentally."

That's what Finn had assumed from the start, anyway, that this wasn't something that really could be forced. It was a bit like learning something new until it became natural. But... that implied that Poe really had used it before. So maybe he was right. Maybe he was remembering something in his sleep?

Poe grimaced and looked away.

"... I'm going to have to watch my temper," He murmured. "I don't know, Finn. Maybe it is subconcious. But I promise you, I never made anything fly before I disappeared. So whatever this is... Something happened to me. Or someone did this to me. Or--"

He looked a little queasy.

"Could I be a ghost, maybe? I don't even believe in ghosts, but--"

"Poe-" Finn's hand clasped against his shoulder, hoping to cut off that train of thought. "Pretty sure you're not a ghost, okay?" But he wasn't totally sure, not about anything anymore.

"Okay, we know that something happened to you that gave you this. We don't know what or why, but... that's progress. That's something... You can't get mad at the psychologists anymore, though." Easier said than done.

The hand was far more comforting that it had any right to be, and Poe found himself leaning into the touch.

“They’re going to lock me up, Finn,” he murmured. “If they find out... even Leia won’t be able to stop them. And what am I supposed to do? What if they ask me to stay overnight for observation for some reason, or—“

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