#summerfinnweek

Finn has his own way of cooling down on a summer day. We think Rey approves :’)

Drawn by the fabulous @inchells as a Patreon reward. Thank you, Eve!

Summer Finn Week #5: Summer Treats

Just being able to relax on a beautiful beach with the woman he loves (and who loves him madly) is the biggest summer treat Finn could wish for. Done on commission by @mortefran. Thank you again for your lovely work.

Surf’s up!

Summer Finn Week: Day 3, Summer Rain

Finn and Rey had scoured the Holonet for days before settling on Ioinia as the planet where they wanted to take their short vacation. It was a short jump from the Resistance’s new permanent base on Chandrila, and Rey was intrigued by the pontoon-like sleeping cabins with their invisible force fields to keep out the near-constant pattering rain. It was a lush, green world, and Finn smiled when they both stepped out of the Falcon and Rey stood stock still to breathe in the aroma of wet dirt and sodden plantlife.

The rains were warm, and there was some dim alarm in Finn’s brain, related to that ... warm rains ... That same sense of unease persisted through dinner and their walk through the drizzle, hand in hand.

It wasn’t until they’d returned to their sleeping quarters that he understood what it was he was feeling. Looking up at the sky, he murmured, “It’s warm.”

Rey had looked at him, startled, uncomprehendingly. He explained then that while in the First Order, Stormtrooper cadets were required to drill in all sorts of weather, including rain. Sometimes the rain would worm its way under his armor, chilling him. He’d not known before that rain could be anything but cold.

He kept his face turned to the sky, aware of Rey’s hand squeezing his, and the soft, wet warmth that ran down his cheeks like tears.

Finn and his friends helped each other make strawberry milkshakes for everyone! Rey is so happy on how it turned out so she took a picture of Finn with the delicious strawberry milkshakes~

Summer Finn Week #7: Summer Nights

Finn held his breath as he watched Rey approach the hammock. She eyed it in silence for a time, looking at it, the two Saranian palm trees that tethered it, and and the water just meters ahead, frothing at the shoreline, almost in a circuit. One, then the other, then the third. Over and over again.

“We can go back to the hotel,” Finn said after Rey had completed a fourth circuit of silent staring. “The wind is picking up. It smells like rain anyway ...”

Finn spends the last day of the Resistance summer camp surrounded with his friends watching the stars of the night sky…