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Star Wars Ep VII: TFA
Poe Dameron/Finn
7k words; T for Teen
Written for the 2017 May The 4th Exchange

There's no pain when Finn wakes up from taking a lightsaber to the back, just a woozy swoop and dip from all the meds in his IV and his first time seeing a Wookie doctor. He's fully cognisant for all of ten minutes before they put him under again, and when they let him wake up this time the entire Resistance has moved house from D'Qar to D'Way.

"You've got to be kidding me," he croaks at some pilot standing there, a short, light-skinned woman wearing long braids who looks like she wants to be anywhere else.

"It was Poe's joke, don't piss on the messenger," she says, then wrinkles her nose in reconsideration. "Or throw your bed pan at me."


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hark! The only time I will (probably) ever write Stormpilot!
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