#finn fluff

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

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- Major hand holder, this one. He takes your hand absentmindedly to cross the street, in a nearly involuntary way, for instance. If he thinks you’re scared or in need of some sort of support, he’ll hold your hand in a heartbeat;

- Richie is a “it’s ok love, I’m here for you” type of guy, all the way;

- Lots of burying his head on the crook of your neck to smell you (whether or not you wear perfume, he’s just really into your scent);

- Physical touch is his main love language, but he’s also a big quality time guy: always looking for places to take you to, things you can do together, all that good stuff;

- Loves touching your hair, massaging your scalp, running his fingers through your tresses as you talk;

- Also loves to “kiss your heart”, aka, putting his lips to the middle of your chest (even if in public) whenever you wear a low cut shirt;

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- Plenty of jokes and commentary about how hot you are/how sweet your pussy tastes/how beautiful your boobs are. Richie will be literally eating a glazed doughnut and say “so much sugar on this, it’s nearly as sweet as y/n’s pussy”

- Despite the jokes, he’s reallyyyy into you, your mind and your body, even if he doesn’t know the best way to show it sometimes;

- A lot of communication is done through touch, specially when it comes to your intimacy together;

- A hand on your thigh under the table as you’re having dinner means “can we do a little something before bed?”, whilst a thumb lightly pushing your bra strap off your shoulder means “I miss your body”;

- He gets embarrassed of his glasses when you two are making out too intensely and they fog up (it’s adorable);

- Having you on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist is a personal favorite;

- This boy lovessss to finger you, omg;

- Rich thinks fingering is a mandatory prep for penetration, as to stretch you out a bit before his dick comes in, because “you’re always so tight, doll, I need to make sure you can take it, you know?”

- Trashmouth knows exactly what to say to get you wet through your panties. There’s lots of degrading, but usually a little praise at the end too.

- Expect to hear things along the lines of “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? All desperate and soaked like that… tsc, tsc, those people who see you looking so ladylike and poised on the street have no idea how much of a whore you are”

- He’s very keen on driving you completely insane during foreplay - dirty words whispered to your ears, very light touches to get your skin tingly and sensitive, some tease and denial as well if he’s not too worked up and desperate to have you;

- His thrusts are mostly slow and steady, he only picks up the pace when you’re satisfied;

- Richie loves to cum in your mouth. Being so talkative and such an oral person in general, nothing grants him a better orgasm than gushing his warm seed into your mouth and having you swallow it;

kisses with mash are innocent. neither side is quite experienced and taking each learning step together. but it feels right. it feels safe kissing him and knowing he doesn't have the heart to judge you. you can feel the love through each small kiss he presses on your lips. even when he's holding your face a little too hard, you can tell he's trying his best for you because you certainly deserve the best of him. your noses might bump, and your teeth might clash, but nothing is going to prevent mash from showing you all the things he feels for you. he might not be able to unravel them and understand them right away, but he knows what he feels for you is love.

kisses with finn are shy but intimate. he can't handle kissing you for so long, otherwise he feels like his heart is going to explode. faces are red, eyes are averting, but he can't help but go back for more. you're so patient and good for him, how can he not? he'll kiss you all over your face if he can't handle kissing your lips, but he just wants to keep kissing you until it feels right. until it feels like he's meant to do it as easy as breathing, he silently asks you for a little patience and practice with each short kiss on your lips.

kisses with lance are slow. he hates rushing things. he takes his time to do things right, and as a meticulous person, he intends to do the same when it comes to learning how to love you. kissing you is simply one of the steps to perfect the method of loving you, which is why he's kissing you until the last ounce of oxygen in your lungs. he waits for you to catch your breath and goes back for more when you're stabilized because as much as he tells himself to take it slow, it's very hard. he never knew he would be so eager to learn before, but you seem to show him sides of himself he never knew he had. he feels like he's a prince in the fairytales anna likes to read all the time, and he has no doubt that you're the princess who gives him his happily ever after.

kisses with dot feel like hushed giggling at midnight. the two can't seem to stop giggling laughing each time you part from one kiss, only to silence each other with the next kiss. he pecks your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, with a big, bright smile and quiet laughter ringing in your ears. he never thought he would get to experience something so simple yet big, but you gave him a chance no one else would. hence, he treats you like a queen because you're worth more than gold. he wants every kiss you share with him to remind you of the laughter and happiness the two of you share. kissing you feels like kissing sunshine, and dot isn't sure if he felt so warm and fuzzy with any other girl, but the thought is gone in a nanosecond because you're all he can think about.

kisses with abyss are intoxicating. he hasn't felt a time where he felt so liberated. he feels like he can breathe around you, even with his lips pressed so tightly against yours. he wants to breathe you in, memorize your scent and the feel of you under his until it's the only thing he can think of. he's always been so burdened by his eye, he couldn't possibly think of feeling so free with someone. he's grateful to have you, even if for a single moment like this, where he can kiss you senseless. until he's the only thing on your mind, like you are on his. if there was anything abyss could choose to be drunk on, it'd be you. the finest liquor of the world could be served to him on a silver platter, but none of it will be better than feeling you against his lips. he doesn't ever want to feel satisfied of you because he can't treat you like he's had enough of you. he doesn't want to see it happen.

kisses with abel feel unreal. abel isn't new to the thrill of romance novels among his fellow nobles, but he never was able to get a grasp on it himself. he felt like it was always overexaggerated and unreal, but now he knows. sharing a mere few kisses with you made him feel things he never felt before. why was his face so warm? why are you looking at him like he hung the moon and stars for you? why can't he stop kissing you, whether it is your lips, nose, or cheeks? but even with all these feelings, abel knows that none of the romance novels other nobles read could compare to the feeling of kissing you so deeply yet gently. like you're a glass statue made of love and unrivaled kindness, because that's all he sees in you. he's a little afraid of breaking you, hurting you, scaring you, but when you smile and press a kiss to his cheek like that, he feels his restraint falling apart, bit by bit like cookie crumbs.

kisses with rayne are sacred. he's such a busy guy, and there are so little moments where the two of you can spend personal, bonding time together. his time is sacred, but rayne would give you all of his time and energy that he should be using to build a better world for orphans on you. treating you right, kissing you until you're red and dizzy, sweep you off your feet when you kiss until your knees are weak. there will never be a time he sees you as a chore. his job is what should seem like a chore, even if he chose the path to take, but he'd rather have his job be a chore than see something so natural as loving you, pulling you into small alleyway to kiss you like he's mad, as a chore. so what if his time and attention is sacred? he has plenty to spare, only for you. anything and everything he has are yours: his mind, body, soul, and heart. why shouldn't you have his time and love when you have all of those things?

kisses with orter are secret. as strong and emotionlessly confident as he is, orter doesn't think he can handle people seeing you kiss him. or him kissing you, whichever makes you show him that cute, flustered expression of yours to him. the expressions you make kissing him, the way you hold onto him so tightly are things only he should be privy to. no one else should have the privilege to get to see you like this. even if he were to lose all the magic in his body and every bit of power he has in the palm of his hand, orter would rather lose it all than to share the way you love him so suffocatingly with anyone else. why else would he be holding you just as tightly, just as closely to his body while he ravages your lips like they're his last meal? surely, you understand are his wordless acclamations of love, the passion he puts into loving you can't go unnoticed. he'll kiss you until you notice them, anyway.

“This one,” Finn lifts his shirt to show you a scar on the skin of his ribs, “was from the first ever mission I was sent on as a stormtrooper” Finn sighs wistfully. “They managed to shoot right between the armour plates. First mission out and I was immediately out of commission for the next two months” Finn finishes with a small smile on his lips.

You return his smile and roll up your sleeve, showing him the inside of your upper arm where you had a scar of your own.

“This was the first time I got shot by a stormtrooper” you tell him.

Finn reaches out, but stops just short of your skin. He looks at you questioningly and you give him a small nod. He returns your nod and gently runs his finger over the scar, softly stroking your skin. A small smile plays with yours lips.

“You should actually see the second time I got shot by a stormtrooper” you chuckle softly.

Finn raises his eyebrow at you. You sigh quietly, composing yourself, before you pull your shirt over your head. Finn keeps his eyes steadily on yours as you take his hand in yours, bringing it to the scar that sat on the left side of your torso. You involuntarily suck in a breath as Finn’s hand splays over your side, his thumb stroking your skin softly. You’d never shown anyone this particular scar before. But there was just something about Finn that made you feel so comfortable, so safe.

“Shit” Finn whispers under his breath. “That looks bad” he muses almost more to himself.

“Yeah, it was. I almost didn’t bounce back from that one” you admit meekly.

Finn looks back at your face, his eyes heavy with a mixture of sympathy and adoration. He takes your arm, the one with the scar on it, kisses the back of your hand. He then gently kisses his way up the length of your arm. His lips pepper your forearm, the inside of your elbow, right up to where the scar blemished your skin. His eyes remain on yours as he places a tender kiss to the mark. Your heart swells with emotions, tears almost swimming in your eyes as you admire the softness in Finn’s gaze, in his touch.

“I’m so glad you did” he whispers before his lips land on yours.

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A/N: ahhh my first time writing for a Star Wars character, thank you so much for request, I really hope you liked it!! <33

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Given his formative years in the First Order, Finn had never been introduced to the idea of soulmates. It was something that his friends spoke about - Rey, when she dreamily gushed about Han and Leia, or Poe on a weekly basis whenever he saw a hot person in the nearby cantina - but he could never quite get his head around the idea. How could there be one person for everyone when there were billions of people in the galaxy? Mathematically speaking, it was impossible that fate would let every person find their soul-mate. It sounded more like a drag than anything, waiting around for the perfect person.

Still, every time Finn saw you across a crowded room, or caught you smiling out the corner of his eye, a little part of him did wonder. Maybe you were soulmates - even if you got annoyed at him for leaving the lid up on the refresher, or if you constantly left your shoes in places that he might trip over them. Or maybe, just maybe, you were two people in love and made an effort. Two people who had worked for your relationship until it felt like you were soul-mates. Because things weren't perfect; sure, there were moments, but you had worked hard for it. You'd both prioritised communication, and tried to iron out your far-and-few arguments in mature ways. It wasn't always easy, and you did test each other's patience at times, but you were always, always sure in your relationship. Maybe your love wasn't perfect, but it was real. And it was strong and constant.

That was how Finn knew he wanted to marry you - because he doubted a lot of things, but he had never doubted you. After the war, you'd been through some of the worst things imaginable, and you'd never strayed from his side, or him from yours. When things had been really bad, and during the moments when it felt like the First Order were creeping towards victory, you'd made giddy promises to one another. That after the war, you would get married and settle down. They'd been day-dreams at the time, really.

But now that you had settled down in Coruscant, with a cozy little apartment and with stable jobs, Finn knew it was time. You were working hard training new pilots and he was dedicating himself to training as a Jedi; things were falling into place, and he felt ready for the next step. It was just a matter of working out how.

Naturally, he went to Poe for advice - which was funny really, because the man fell in love four times a week and had never proposed to a single person in his life.

(Unless you counted the drunk pact he'd once made with Finn about getting married if neither of them were wed by the time they were thirty-five. Ah, what could have been).

"Poe, I don't know what to do," Finn had stressed to him one day over a drink. As usual, they'd met at a cantina in downtown Coruscant on a Tuesday night. It was the one week they always set aside, in what Poe had colloquially christened guy's night.

"I consider myself to be a romantic," Poe began, "but it doesn't need to be anything big. What really matters is what comes after."

"Like our life together and stuff?"

"I was thinking more a wedding with an open bar," he countered, "but sure! After the wedding with an open bar, your life together is what's important."

Finn sighed. "What if they think I'm cheaping out?"

"C'mon," he reached across the table, squeezing his friend's shoulder. "It's you two - you could propose at a dumpsite and they would still say yes."

"You think so?"

"I know so," Poe shot back. "I don't think it'll matter where or when you do it. I think you'll just know."

Finn nodded unsurely - he wanted to believe Poe's larger-than-life spiel about just knowing. Because Finn was smart and intuitive, but even he wasn't sure he was intelligent enough to just know things. Similar to all the old tales of soul-mates and true love, he was just a little too much of a realist to believe it. It wasn't a testament to you or your relationship, because Finn knew with his entire soul that he loved you, and that there was very little that could change that. He just always put it down to sheer dumb luck; luck that you'd found each other, luck that you'd managed to work hard for such a sustaining and comforting relationship.

After downing a few more beers, it was gone 11PM. Finn rarely stayed out late, but his weekly catch-ups with Poe were the exception, and you had never minded. You and Finn trusted each other with your lives, so you it was rare that you ever doubted why he was out after dark. Provided he was there when you woke up the next morning, you didn't all that much mind if he was in the next room or the next planet.

Your apartment wasn't too far from the bar - a few blocks over, tucked away between an old diner and a land-speeder fuel station. When you'd first moved here, the place was just meant to be a go-between until you found yourselves a little more on your feet job and money wise. But, as the last two years had passed, you'd found yourselves becoming more and more settled. It was now filled with memories of the lives you built; it was the opposite of minimalism, crammed to the brim with pictures and blankets and random objects. Not to mention the lightsaber marks on the wall courtesy of Finn, that meant you would never get your deposit back.

The lights in the living area were off, save for a small lamp in the corner. You were curled up on the couch, a knitted blanket thrown over you. A book was cascaded just beside it on the floor - you'd obviously fallen asleep reading and dropped it.

Finn could have stayed in that moment forever; you looked beautiful under the golden glow of the old lamp, peacefully snoozing in the home you'd spent so long building for yourselves. It wasn't perfect - far from it, in fact - but it was yours. It was yours and his, and that was all that mattered.

Apartment aside, you were his home. You were the person who he felt most comfortable with; the person who he always wanted by his side, through thick and thin. Neither of you needed to get engaged or married to prove your love for one another, but those naive, war-time promises were still something he held close to his heart. You were his main support system during that time - you'd helped him adjust to life outside the First Order. Everything had seemed so scary to him then, and you'd guided him through it. Not to mention that you'd constantly encouraged him, nor had you ever once doubted him. Now, Finn wanted to give back to you - even if it was something as simple as fulfilling a simple promise he'd made a few years ago.

That's when the penny dropped for Finn, and Poe's voice rung in his head.

You'll just know.

It hit him like a ton of bricks - not that he just knew know, but he'd known this whole time. Since the moment he'd seen you in the sweaty forests on that cursed jungle planet, he had known. Not in a spiritual, soul-mate way, just in a...him way. In the same way he knew that the sky was blue and trees were green, he knew you were the one for him.

Quietly creeping across the room, Finn picked up your book and placed it on the coffee table. He knelt down beside you and ran a hand across your cheek-bone, gently smiling when you sleepily nuzzled against it.

"Hey, trouble," he whispered.

"Hey," you peeled one eye open, beaming back at him. "I missed you."

"I only left four hours ago."

"Mmm," you murmured. "Four hours too long - how's Poe?"

"He's good," Finn replied. "I think he drank a bit too much."

"Typical Dameron," you quipped.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you moved over slightly so that there was room for Finn. He kicked off his shoes and took the seat beside you, raising his arm as a signal to lean against him. You took it, flopping against his side and pulling the blanket over both of you. Even though the end of the day was closing in, the smell of his after-shave still lingered, just mixing in with the faint smell of leather from his jacket. It was a comforting scent for you.

"I have a question," Finn quietly said.

"Oh yeah?"

"I..." he faltered for a moment, trailing off. "I haven't really planned this to be honest, but this feels like the right time, and if I don't do it now, I know I won't find the guts to do it for a long time."

Sitting up, Finn shuffled so that he was facing you. He took your hands in his, tightly gripping them as he took a deep breath.

It was only natural that you were panicking a little. His statement had been...ominous to say the least. It could have been a proposal or a break-up. Heck, it could be something a lot simpler than that. That didn't stop your heart picking up in your chest.

"I love you," Finn began. "You know that, but I feel like I should really stress it - I love you, and I love this little life we've built for ourselves. I know it hasn't always been easy and I know life will throw more stuff at us, but I know that as long as we're together, it'll be okay."

He could tell that you were still half-asleep, tired eyes barely taking in his words. At the same time, though, it seemed like you were completely consuming them, hands gripping his even harder with each passing moment. You didn't know where it was going, but you liked the sound of it.

"I guess you know all that, though," he continued. "But I've been thinking lately a lot about all the things we spoke about during the war and we've done most the stuff we said we would, bar one thing. And it feels like an important thing, so...will you marry me?"

You gave him a watery smile. Maybe you'd seen it coming, but maybe it had blind-sided you too. That was the thing with Finn; he was both predictable and extremely surprising at the same time.

"Of course I will," you grinned. "Of course."

"I don't have a ring yet," Finn confessed. "I guess I got a little trigger happy-"

"- I don't care!" you cut him off. "The ring doesn't matter, okay? We'll get one at some point. All that matters is that you're going to be legally tied to me for all of eternity."

"Sure, that's one way of putting it," he gave you another grin.

Leaning across, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. You stayed like that for a moment, before Finn pulled you closer by the waist and into a tight hug.

It hadn't been the ground-breaking, romantic proposal that he had in mind, but it had been perfect at the same time. It was so quintessentially him; casual and sweet, and filled with love. Even more annoyingly, Poe had been absolutely right about the time and place and mattering - but of course, Finn was never going to admit that to him.