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Can't mess with Finn 💙

Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens

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“I’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised to do one thing. But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran, right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back. “

I’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a Stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised do one thing… But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back.

“You’re fine.” Finn said sheepishly, gathering himself up. He placed a hand to his forehead, the empty bottles scattered around telling him a story that he didn’t need repeated. Luckily, once the two got in the sky, it would be smooth sailing. Perhaps Finn could even catch some sleep on the way back to base. “How you feeling? A good day to fly?”

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“Yeah. Well… they’re serving breakfast soon.” Finn stepped into a nearby refresher stall as Rey grabbed herself a towel and stepped out. Removing the pair of short pants he had been exercising in, Finn pressed a sequence of buttons, the refresher roaring to life as lukewarm water spattered down from the roof of the stall. Finn stuck his hand out, testing the water’s temperature against his own hot skin.

“Yeah, I thought I’d get ahead of the queue.” She quipped as she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the stall. Rey began to comb through her wet hair, ready to let it air dry which she much preferred. “The refresher here is so much better than the last place. These old Republic barracks organiser knew how to build a good bathroom. Certainly better than that planet where we had to wash in a freezing cold pool.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Finn said with a shiver as he removed his last articles of clothing and stepped beneath the spray of the refresher. Dirt and grime from the last mission circled the drain, whisked away by the network of pipes beneath the base. Finn sighed, this was the most relaxed he had been in days. His voice echoed as he called for Rey from the refresher cabin. “Are you getting food after this?” The ex-trooper could feel his stomach rumbling, begging him to fill it, with or without Rey’s company.

“There used to be a Rebel Base out here. The General thinks if we can find it and recover an old data cylinder, that we might be able to use it to take down the First Order’s new gunship.”

Finn couldn’t help the tears beginning to well in his eyes. All his life, he’d been trained to fight, what did he do now that the fight was over? There was clean-up to do, that was to be sure, and as a newly appointed General of the Resistance, Finn was sure he would have no small part in that. But they had won, good have triumphed, and most importantly, the people that Finn loved were safe. Finn pressed his forehead to Ave’s, just taking her in.

“Take what you can.” Finn adjusted, peeling his soaked shirt off of his body. The wet fabric clung to his skin as he peeled it off and wrung it out, using the damp cloth to pat himself somewhat dry. Digging through a trunk, Finn found another shirt, a pair of workman’s boots, and a pair of trousers — a Correlian blood stripe down the side. Finn went to peel off his soaked pants before looking up at Ave and clearing his throat.

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@traitxr asked: ‘👀 Push my muse down on the bed’ from the ‘Nonverbal RP Starters’ meme

Rey chuckled as Finn pushed her onto her bunk. It was playful and she felt like she could push back at any moment she wanted to. She grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him down with her. Her hair pooled around her shoulders on the sheets of the perfectly made bed. 

Finn relaxed as Rey’s laughter rang throughout the room. His hands slid to her hips, anchoring them against his own as she pulled him down. Finn took her hand, placing it above her head as he captured her lips in a kiss.

Finn quirked a brow as he watched the stormtrooper wrestle with his emotions. It was a delicate process, if anyone knew that, it was Finn. Troopers were barely supposed to have emotions, how were they supposed to know how to suppress them? Finn stood slowly, drawing the secondary blaster from his hidden holster on his greave. He pulled the weapon on his former comrade, just as the trooper lowered his own weapon.

Finn’s brow knitted in confusion. FN was far too young to be one of the Clone holdovers, was he somehow defective? Keeping his blaster trained on the stormtrooper, he tried to talk him through it. “I know what you’re going through. The First Order raised me my whole life, you know this. But my first battle, I made a choice. I couldn’t kill for them. You can make that same choice, Three-Seven.” Finn said, his fingers flexing around the grip of his blaster.

Lights began flashing in a nearby corridor. Finn hadn’t been First Order for a while, but he knew what it looked like when an alarm had been raised. His blaster trained on FN, he began backing away towards his escape ship. “The Force, Three-Seven. It’s not a feeling you can just shake off.”

       𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙵𝙽-𝟸𝟷𝟾𝟽 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑.

       𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝..

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       𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝙽-𝟸𝟷𝟾𝟽 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. “𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎.