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Made up title: Choo Choo

Uggg. I’m sorry this has been sitting around for a few days!

FinnPoe Modern AU feat. Single Dad Poe

Poe Dameron is a single father and freight train conductor. He loves his job and his daughter, Sadie, very much, but more often than not his job takes him away for much too long. It wasn’t such an issue when his daughter’s mom was around, but now that she’s not… well he’s faced with the prospect of the uncomfortable prospect of giving up his dream job. 

Enter Finn, recent college graduate struggling to find a job and an affordable place to live. A chance encounter with Poe leaves him the opportunity he’s actually excited to have. All he has to do is be the live in nanny for Poe and his little girl. The pay’s great, and Sadie is adorable and he quickly falls in love with both the dashing conductor and his curious little daughter. 

Problems start to arise, however, when Finn and Poe both find themselves getting a little too domestic with each other and missing each other more than the usual amount when Poe’s away. 

Vacation AU, “did they or didn’t they,” some permutation of Finn/Rey/Poe that starts a twosome but ends poly.

Really, Rey should have known better. She never should’ve said anything about never having been to a beach. If she hadn’t, Finn wouldn’t’ve said that he’d never even seen outside the county, and Poe certainly wouldn’t’ve made it his personal mission to get them both to some remote island in the Caribbean where there’d been more water than Rey could even fathom. 

“What kind of best friend would I be if let my two favorite people go the rest of their lives without experiencing fresh piña coladas in real coconuts?” He’d said. 

And piña coladas there were And mojitos. And various other fruity drinks that packed more punch than they let on, all between frolicking in the sand and kayaking out into the crystal clear water. It would have been a perfect vacation. 

But of course, it’s never been that simple for Rey. Simple would include not waking up in her hotel room tucked into Poe’s chest, a very distinct pattern of bruises marring his collar, and absolutely no memory of what had happened the night before. She really couldn’t’ve cheated on her boyfriend with his best friend, could she? She wasn’t that drunk was she? And where was Finn? He was going to be so pissed. 

And as if on queue, the door clicks and Finn comes through the door, cardboard tray of coffee in his hands. 

Rey shoots up off the bed, kneeing Poe in the gut as she goes. Poe groans, rolling over off the bed and onto the floor. Rey chances a glance at herself and. blessedly, she’s still dressed. 

“Finn! I – Good morning! Where’d you go?” 

Finn eyes her, then bed and Poe who’s dragging himself up off the floor with a groan. He shakes his head and chuckles. “Coffee. And breakfast,” he shakes the paper bag in his hand, “figured you two might need a little hangover cure.” To Rey’s surprise there’s no heat to his words. If anything there’s… amusement? 

“I – yes, that’s thoughtful of you,” she says. “We got… pretty drunk yesterday didn’t we?” She looks over her shoulder at Poe, who’s leaning against the bed, clutching his head. He looks like he’s been hit by a truck. 

“You…” Finn pauses, alternating his gaze between the two of them. “You don’t remember anything that happened last night, do you?” 

Rey struggles to stammer something out. 

Finn just smiles, the easy way he always does. “Breakfast first. Explanations later.” 

Trope Mash-up!

Oooh. For the AU combination what about Historical AU and Coffee Shop?

unforth-ninawaters:

You didn’t name a ship so I’m doing Stormpilot.

A hush fell over the Caffe Florian as a tall man swathed in black robes stepped within the smoky room. Even with his Carnival mask obscuring his face, there was no mistaking who he was. No one else in Venice moved with such flare, such confidence.
Il Pilota.
The greatest gondolier in the city, knowledgable about every channel, every eddy, every current, able to navigate a gondola day or night, rain or shine, through any canal or even out into the ocean.
Sweating beneath his mask, Finn wished he had a fraction of the confidence that Il Pilota demonstrated with every dramatic sweep of his cape. If Finn had to approach the man he was doomed…but he wasn’t Finn, not that night, he was just another masked Carnival celebrant, another shadow out for the night, hiding from the storms outside in the lurid wonder of Florians. He waited until the hubbub around Il Pilota’s arrival died down, waited until the next celebrity graced the Caffe, and made his approach.
“Any amount you name if you can get me out of the city tonight,” he murmured as he passed close.
Il Pilota snagged his wrist. “No payment needed. All I ask is adventure and a story that will wow the city from scullion to doge come tomorrow.”
“Deal.”

(Send me a pairing and a setting or a trope or whatever and I’ll write a more or less three sentence ficlet)

kylorenawaywithme:

The Finn-tastic Fortnight 2018 – Day 5: Disney

A Modern Cinderella FinnPoe AU 

“I don’t see why you’re so upset about it. It’s good news isn’t it?” Rey asks. 

“No, it’s not good news! I need to find a way to get Dameron his jacket back without him knowing it was me he was dancing with. Once he finds out I’m no one special he’s not going to want anything to do with me,” Finn says. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” Rey says, “you danced with him all night and now he’s looking for you. Obviously he’s interested.” 

“Or he could just want his jacket back. It’s probably worth half a million dollars on it’s own,” Finn says. 

There’s a snort from the couch and both Finn and Rey turn their attention to Ben, who’s since given up on pretending he’s reading the paper. “What’s so funny?” Finn grouses. 

“Oh, nothing. Just that you’re determined a man who spends all night in your company, lets you borrow his jacket because you were cold, and is now traipsing across all of London to find you cares about details like money,” Ben says. 

Finn rolls his arms, crossing them over his chest. “It’s not impossible.” 

“You want to know what it sounds like to me?” Ben continues, undeterred. 

“Insanity?” 

“It sounds like you’re Finn-derella,” Ben says. 

Rey snorts and Finn huffs. “You call me that again, Solo, and I’m smacking you.” 

OR  – Finn’s just a normal guy with a celebrity crush and an awful landlord who seems determined to keep him stuck in financial limbo. But when the object of said crush hosts a charity ball in his hometown, it’s up to Finn’s self-appointed fairy-godmother, Rey, (and her grumpy boyfriend) to get him there and help him make a good impression.