(Star Wars, Poe/Finn if you want, or Poe and all his awesome pilot buddies)
It's a big galaxy. There are a lot of different germs out there. Sure, he's been inoculated against all of the widespread illnesses. But this is a virus Poe's never caught before.
Fill: Coruscanti Flu (1/2)cowboyguyApril 18 2016, 02:37:58 UTC
Three days of scouring the underworld of Coruscant for a fragment of Imperial Archive data, and all he’d managed to pick up was a particularly nasty cold.
Poe lurched upright, nearly smacking his head on the ceiling of his narrow bunk, and tried to muffle his coughing fit into the fabric of the blanket covering his body. Around him were the sounds of creaking bunks and the soft rustle of blankets as his fellow Resistance fighters shifted in their sleep. Poe quietly swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and dropped to the floor, tiptoeing barefoot across the room and palming the door open.
As it slid closed behind him, he stepped forward across the hallway of the old military carrier ship and rested his forehead against the cool transparisteel window. There wasn’t much to see in the middle of a hyperspace jump, but the smooth glass and metal felt better against his skin than the stuffy, warm air of the crew quarters.
“hh’ngch!” He pulled away from the wall to quickly stifle a sneeze into his shoulder, before remembering that he
( ... )
Re: Fill: Coruscanti Flu (2/2)cowboyguyApril 18 2016, 02:39:43 UTC
“Y’okay, Commander?” she asked quietly, taking a step towards Poe.
He sighed congestedly, running a hand over his face. “Not really…” he murmured, directing a breathless sneeze into his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Jess,” he continued, feeling guilty that he apparently hadn’t been quiet enough not to disturb anyone earlier.
“Can I do anything to-- whoa!” Jess stopped midsentence as Poe stumbled, tripping over his own two feet and nearly crashing to the floor. She rushed forward and grabbed him, hauling him upright as much as she could. “I gotcha, it’s okay,” she assured him, hanging on until she was sure he was stable again. “I’m not the one who should be in bed right now. What are you doing up?”
Poe answered with a deep, throaty cough, one hand on Jess’s shoulder to keep himself upright. “Couldn’t…” he began, trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t sleep. Kept doing, well, that. Didn’t want to bother anyone.”
Jessika shook her head with a frustrated sigh. “Who cares about us?” she asked. “Everyone knows you’re sick, and we’re
( ... )
Re: Fill: Coruscanti Flu (2/2)smokeycat_430April 18 2016, 22:25:20 UTC
Aww! I enjoyed reading this so much!
I really liked how you conveyed how rotten Poe is feeling so well. With the line even traveling at lightspeed, they could only go so fast and all he wants to do is be home with Finn! Aww! And he's all weak and hot and falling down. He feels so bad yet is still worried about waking everyone up. Baby. I want to hug him. Can I hug him?
And I love, love, loved that you added Jessika in there to support him. I have Jessika and Snap in a fill I'm working on so it's nice to see those two get some love.
RE: Re: Fill: Coruscanti Flu (2/2)flailbabyflailApril 18 2016, 23:40:07 UTC
Oh gosh, this is great. i could feel how miserable Poe was. Like, how he gazes at the blue streak of stars through space until it becomes dizzying and he has to rest his cheek on his knees ;___; And worrying so much about waking everyone up; his guilt when he realizes Jessika is awake and he wasn't quiet enough. Poor Poe. Love Jessika being there to support him and stay with him on the floor :)
Re: Fill: Coruscanti Flu (2/2)galadriel_himeMay 1 2016, 19:44:57 UTC
*shrieks with delight*
Okay, this is the best. It's everything I have ever wanted from sick!Poe and I love you for it.
Your description is to die for, and that passage where he's assessing himself in the mirror turned my whole being into jelly, so it did.
Just... guh, the details in this. And pilot buddies and Jessika (who I immediately adore, jsyk) and spaaace and I love everything this fic is.
"Poe was left alone, gazing at the pulsating blue streak of stars as they hurtled through hyperspace. It was kind of mesmerizing… until it became kind of dizzying, and he had to look away, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his head on his knees."
Yeah, I'm going to need to physically enter this fic in order to love it and Poe to the level I want to. See you on the other side.
It's a big galaxy. There are a lot of different germs out there. Sure, he's been inoculated against all of the widespread illnesses. But this is a virus Poe's never caught before.
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Would work for Rey too, really. Not that many people around in desert planets= not as many chances to form immunities.
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Poe lurched upright, nearly smacking his head on the ceiling of his narrow bunk, and tried to muffle his coughing fit into the fabric of the blanket covering his body. Around him were the sounds of creaking bunks and the soft rustle of blankets as his fellow Resistance fighters shifted in their sleep. Poe quietly swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and dropped to the floor, tiptoeing barefoot across the room and palming the door open.
As it slid closed behind him, he stepped forward across the hallway of the old military carrier ship and rested his forehead against the cool transparisteel window. There wasn’t much to see in the middle of a hyperspace jump, but the smooth glass and metal felt better against his skin than the stuffy, warm air of the crew quarters.
“hh’ngch!” He pulled away from the wall to quickly stifle a sneeze into his shoulder, before remembering that he ( ... )
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He sighed congestedly, running a hand over his face. “Not really…” he murmured, directing a breathless sneeze into his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Jess,” he continued, feeling guilty that he apparently hadn’t been quiet enough not to disturb anyone earlier.
“Can I do anything to-- whoa!” Jess stopped midsentence as Poe stumbled, tripping over his own two feet and nearly crashing to the floor. She rushed forward and grabbed him, hauling him upright as much as she could. “I gotcha, it’s okay,” she assured him, hanging on until she was sure he was stable again. “I’m not the one who should be in bed right now. What are you doing up?”
Poe answered with a deep, throaty cough, one hand on Jess’s shoulder to keep himself upright. “Couldn’t…” he began, trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t sleep. Kept doing, well, that. Didn’t want to bother anyone.”
Jessika shook her head with a frustrated sigh. “Who cares about us?” she asked. “Everyone knows you’re sick, and we’re ( ... )
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I really liked how you conveyed how rotten Poe is feeling so well. With the line even traveling at lightspeed, they could only go so fast and all he wants to do is be home with Finn! Aww! And he's all weak and hot and falling down. He feels so bad yet is still worried about waking everyone up. Baby. I want to hug him. Can I hug him?
And I love, love, loved that you added Jessika in there to support him. I have Jessika and Snap in a fill I'm working on so it's nice to see those two get some love.
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Okay, this is the best. It's everything I have ever wanted from sick!Poe and I love you for it.
Your description is to die for, and that passage where he's assessing himself in the mirror turned my whole being into jelly, so it did.
Just... guh, the details in this. And pilot buddies and Jessika (who I immediately adore, jsyk) and spaaace and I love everything this fic is.
"Poe was left alone, gazing at the pulsating blue streak of stars as they hurtled through hyperspace. It was kind of mesmerizing… until it became kind of dizzying, and he had to look away, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his head on his knees."
Yeah, I'm going to need to physically enter this fic in order to love it and Poe to the level I want to. See you on the other side.
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