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padfootagain · 6 years

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The Tavern (II)

Part 2

Several people asked for a second part to this imagine, so here we go!!

Still 100% fluff because we need it!

Hope you all like it :)

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2630

Hours passed like days. It seemed that seconds had turned into minutes, and you were not sure to be able to hold on through the whole day. You were so excited, you felt like a teenager about to meet her crush all over again. You hummed softly as you washed a glass, memories of the previous night filling your mind and bringing a dreamy smile to your lips. You wondered what Thor would have planned for you tonight…

Your eyes drifted towards the burning sky, dusk spreading shadows all over the world and sky. You had closed the inn early to get prepared and make sure to be ready when Thor would come. And indeed, you had spent a rather long time choosing the right clothes to wear, and fixing your hair in a loose braid. Everything was ready, but you were too nervous to just sit and wait, so you kept yourself busy by tidying up the inn, even if it didn't really need it. You felt ridiculous reacting this way, but you just couldn't help it…

What you didn't know was that Thor basically felt the same as you. He was nervous, his palms sweating, his heart pounding in his chest. Hell, he hoped you would like what he had planned. He just wanted to make you smile tonight, this evening was all about you.

He arrived at your inn before the usual closing time, too afraid to be late to be right on time, and he was surprised to find your establishment closed so early in the night. The sun had not yet finished to set, ink barely covering the sky for now as it mingled with orange shades. He hesitantly knocked on the door, frowning slightly. But you were quick to hurry to the door and open it for him.

You welcomed him with such a bright smile that he could do nothing but mimic your expression. He tried to search for clever words to say, but couldn’t find anything better than a greeting.

"Hello, Y/N," he breathed.

"Hi," you blushed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"Is everything alright?" Thor asked, nodding towards the tavern. "It's early still for your inn to be closed."

"I… wanted to be ready for when you would arrive."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips.

"All that for me, really?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Thor," you rolled your eyes, but couldn't refrain the crimson shades to cover your cheeks and make your skin burn.

"I wouldn't dare," he joked, an amused smile now playing on his lips.

You walked out of your inn, joining Thor in the street, and closed the door behind you.

"So… where are we going?" you asked him shyly.

"What about diner?" he asked, offering you his arm.

You intertwined your limb with his, nodding in agreement. You let him guide you through the city. People you passed by all looked at you with surprised gazes, but you chose to ignore them. You guessed that most of them were jealous, would speak the odds of you dating the prince of Asgard… but you didn't want to be bothered by such a thought. You were happy to share an evening with him, even if it was to be just one night. Perhaps in a few days, he would realize that he belonged with someone much stronger than you, someone coming from a richer family… but for now, he seemed willing to get lost in an illusion that you were enough for him, and you were willing to follow, for as long as he would remain lost there.

You tightened your hold on his arm as these thoughts crossed your mind, and he rested his fingers on your hand that was set on his forearm. He could feel that you were more worried all of a sudden, but he wanted you to be relaxed and well…

"Is everything alright?" he asked again.

You nodded, looking up at him once more.

"Of course."

"You seem worried.

"I'm not. Just wondering where you are taking me," you lied.

"I know just the place," he said with confidence.

"Do you now?"

"I have planned everything."

"Really?"

Your tone was teasing, but you were touched by the gesture anyway.

"Well… I am the one who asked for this evening together, I guess it was my task to plan it. Do not worry. I'm sure you will like it."

Actually, he wasn't sure, he was just full of hope, but he wasn't willing to show you how nervous he was.

You could read it though, through the little details. The way he kept on holding your hand. The little frown he bore. You couldn’t help but be a little bit proud of yourself at the thought that you were the one to make the God of Thunder nervous…

He guided you outside the large city, but you didn't protest. Curiosity was stronger than apprehension at this point. And there was this trust between the two of you that you didn't understand but… you knew that you could have followed him to the other side of the Galaxy without a hesitation.

He guided across the tall trees that hid the darkening sky above you, keeping your hand imprisoned inside his and your arm wrapped around his, just to be sure that you would not trip as you walked through the woods. You recognized the direction you were heading to, and smiled at the thought… if you were right, it was a very romantic place…

And indeed, a few minutes later, you were free from the trees and facing the sea. In the distance, you could see the Rainbow bridge crossing the dark surface that mirrored the colours of the sky above you. The lights alit in the city on one side seemed to respond to the shy glimmer coming from Heimdall's sanctuary. And right at the edge of the cliff, you could see a blanket set next to a bag that you guessed was filled with food. You grinned at the sight.

"Do you know this place?" Thor asked softly, tightening his hold on your hand.

"I do. I love this place. My father used to take me here when I was a child."

Thor kept on listening to you while you both settled the blanket upon the grass, facing the sea and the shining lights afar. You sat down next to each other, and he opened the bag, revealing as expected a bottle of the best wine in the Realm and some food that you guessed came from the palace.

"How was he? Your father, I mean," Thor asked, handing you some meat and wine.

"Always away," you mumbled in response.

Thor slowly nodded.

"He was a great soldier."

"He wasn't here for us."

"It doesn't mean that he didn't love you."

You gave him a sad smile, turning your eyes to the food in your hand.

"My mother raised me, as my father was never there. That's why I couldn't give up on the inn when she died. It was her entire life, this establishment."

"I remember her. We were all secretly in love with her."

"She was twice your age!" you laughed.

"Every single boy in the Realm was at her feet!"

You exchanged a smile, but his next words made you blush too much for you to hold his stare.

"But you are even more beautiful than her…"

You shyly laughed, brushing away a lock of your hair to hide your discomfort.

"And more stubborn," you joked.

"I had noticed."

"Really?"

"You know what you want and are ready to work hard to reach your goal. But you will never cross the line that will bring harm to other people for your own interests. You're brave, and good. I admire you a lot for this trait of yours: you're like a gentle blade. Unbreakable and sharp, but unable to hurt anyone."

You exchanged a smile.

"I'm not sure to really be like that…" you whispered, but he shook his head.

"I know you are."

"What about you? What about all these planets you've been travelling to? It must be amazing!"

"I could show you any world you would like to visit, Y/N."

You thought for a moment, drinking some wine, looking for the best way to express your question without touching a nerve.

"If you were free to go anywhere you wanted… not for a duty of some kind or a battle, just… because you longed to go there and wanted to spend some time there… where would you go?"

He seemed to think for a few seconds, but when his eyes rested on the city before him, there was sadness inside them.

"I love our Realm with every fibre of my being. I will never stop trying to protect our people. I have seen many worlds, walked through mountains that were so tall they seemed to have no end, got lost in the richest forests you could imagine, walked through a thousand different cities… but my heart will always be here."

You gave him a smile.

"I thought you would answer Midgard. I heard that you were fond of the place."

"I am. I have friends there. This place changed me beyond measure. But Asgard is my home, do you understand?"

You nodded.

"But then, if you want to discover another world, I would be more than happy to go to Midgard with you," he added with a warm smile.

"What would we do there?" you asked, putting away your glass and plate.

He pushed the food away as well and turned to you, an excited glint alit in his eyes and shimmering through his entire features.

"Well, first, we should definitely have what they call 'a burger'. It's a very strange recipe where they put meat and some vegetables with a strange sauce between slices of bread."

You frowned slightly at the concept, but Thor went on.

"And then, we could drop by to see Steve Rogers. I'm sure he could help you get better at fighting, as you said that you once wanted to be a Valkyrie. Oh, and we could ask Natasha as well, she's very skilled! Then, I'm pretty sure we could just visit New York. It seems to be a very big city. Last time I went there, it was to stop my brother from invading Earth, so I didn't quite enjoy it much. But we could discover it together. I'd ask some of my friends there for places to visit…"

His voice slowly faded, and he cautiously looked at you, but you merely giggled in response.

"I might have gotten carried away," he admitted with a shrug before taking another gulp of wine, but he didn't seem much bothered anyway.

"You seem excited by the idea of taking me there."

"I'm excited by any idea that could make me spend more time with you."

You huffed, but despite your rolling eyes, your heart skipped a bit at his words.

"What a line!"

But he frowned slightly, taking your hand again.

"It wasn't a line," he defended himself, his large calloused hand wrapped around yours in a warm hold.

You blushed. Again. You cursed yourself for your easy reactions around him.

"It sounded like one."

"It wasn't one."

His gaze was too intense for you to look away, although you were trying. You were trying so hard…

"I care about you, Y/N," he said softly. "I do not mean to waste your time on empty words. I really want to spend some time with you, if you would like to spend some time with me as well."

You gave him a warm smile.

"I would love that, Thor, but…"

"But?"

"We should be realistic…"

He frowned, obviously puzzled by your words. You cleared your throat, searching for the right words to make your message clearer.

"You are supposed to rule, one day," you said. "And I'm… just the owner of an inn downtown. We are not meant to be together."

He looked down at your entwined fingers. But the more he stared at how perfectly your palm fitted into his, the less he could believe that you were right…

"I think… I think that if we have met in the first place, it's because fate wanted us to. And perhaps it was setting me on your path and was setting you on mine to make sure that we would find each other…"

"I don't believe in fate so much."

"I've seen too many battlefields not to. I've survived too many perils not to."

You looked away towards the sea, the light of the stars now reflected in the cold surface, but Thor cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his blue gaze.

"I have never cared about the place where you were born. If I could… If I could I wouldn't rule at all…"

"But Thor…"

"No, listen to me. I'm trying to say… I don't care that you do not come from a rich family, it shouldn't even be an argument. I am free to love who my heart chooses. And it chose you."

Your eyes grew round at his words, but he went on anyway, shaking his head.

"Now, if you do not feel the same… I will not bother you ever again, you just have to tell me. If you do not want to see me again, there is no need to find an excuse. You can just say so and I'll disappear from your life. But saying that we cannot be together because of the places where we were born were different… it will never be true."

"People will not think that way."

"Well, I'll convince them otherwise if I have to."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Are you acting differently because of my responsibilities?"

"No, not now."

"Then why do you think that I would act differently with you because of your work?"

"I don't think that you do. I think that people…"

"But this is not about my duties towards Asgard. This is not about a throne, or a battle to be led… this is about my heart and yours, that's all. And I know what words mine is speaking. What about yours?"

You leaned into his caress as Thor's thumb gently stroked your cheekbone.

"Can't you see it already?" you asked back in a breath.

You didn't have to add any more words and you knew it, he could read them all in your eyes, you let them transpire in your stare for him to see.

He gave you a bright grin, before crushing his lips on yours.

You were lost in his embrace again, just like the previous night, and you knew that this sensation would never fade, not even if many years would pass before you kissed again. But by the way he was desperately kissing you now, you reckoned that he had no intention to let years happen before pressing his lips against yours once more.

You cuddled in his strong arms, resting your head upon his shoulder and letting your forehead rest against his neck as he held you close to him, his lips dropping sweet kisses in your hair.

"So… I take that you are enjoying this evening so far," he smirked.

You laughed.

"I do, but I could think about a way to make the next date even better."

"Really? Better than this view?"

"Well… New York sounded tempting…"

You both laughed, and the rest of the evening flew by too quickly, the rest of the night spent chatting while he held you close.

And you were not surprised when he took you on another date the next week… in New York.

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millercrystal · 6 years

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Fandom: Star Wars sequel trilogy

Finn appreciation week 2018 - day 4 (Apr 12): home

Warnings: 1 very short scene at the beginning that is about Finn being taken by the First Order, some snippets of Finn’s life in the First Order in the 1st half of the fic, and also recounts the Finn vs Kylo Ren lightsabre duel in The Force Awakens. I tried to write these scenes with as few graphical descriptions as possible, but I’m tagging warnings for kidnapping, violence and injury just in case.

If there’s anything else you need me to tag for, please let me know.

Rating: teen and up

Genre: friendship and family

Word count: 3562

Remarks: I'm rather captivated by the idea of Finn chipping away the necessary walls he has built around pre-stormtrooper memories for surviving within the First Order, and re-learning his freedom for expressing emotions and affection to connect with his newfound family.

Who let Finn wander around by himself on an unfamiliar ship freshly woken up from a coma? And how did he manage to stagger past the hangar at the same time Poe saw him? That's too coincidental, I have so many questions.

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One of the earliest memories that Finn has, is being hugged tightly as a young child. The hug was warm, like a cookie fresh out of oven.

Then, a voice, presumably his father's, urged him to run and hide in the nearby cave until they go find him.

He ran as fast as he could on his short stubby legs, but was lifted off the ground by strong arms. He tried to kick himself free, but all he managed was a grunt from his captor, who must had given him an anaesthetic patch as he had no recollection of the following events.

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The next thing Finn remembers, is waking up groggily in a hall with dozens of children, all around the same age as him.

People in white armours and helmets slowly patrolled up and down their lines; the children, seeing the blasters in their hands, wisely stayed quiet. A man in a funny hat, dark tunic and knee-high boots went up on stage, talking about restoring order to the galaxy and loyalty to the First Order. Finn did not recall hearing about the First Order until now, and wondered when his father would come get him.

When the man on stage finished, a child a few rows away asked hesitantly, 'Where're Papa and Mama?' The voice rang through the quiet room.

The man searched through the room until his gaze landed on the child. He replied indifferently, 'From this day onwards, you will not have parents, but only comrades. The First Order is where you belong.'

Order, comrades, loyalty. What big words. Finn did not understand them, nor did the child who asked for their parents either, as they repeated in confusion, 'Mama? Mama?'

The man on stage gave a single sharp nod to one of the armour-clad, who reached the child right at that moment. The armour-clad pressed a patch to the back of their neck; the child soon crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

None of the remaining children spoke up afterwards.

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Finn was remarkably calm during the first month. Although, the time was spent on memorising their designation numbers, easing into prescribed routines, and working on classes and duties, so he did not have a significant reason not to be. The supervisors for his batch seemed to have experience in training recruits during their first weeks, so punishments were just heavy enough to keep them in line without being too harsh. Extra laundry folding duties here, vacuuming duties there, or meal bans if a more severe punishment was needed. All of this, Finn could manage.

However, he could not quite comprehend the coldness, or rather, lack of warmth projected by any supervisor. Although there would be rare praises of 'Good.' or similar variants, none of them smiled when he or his batch mates did things correctly. He had come to the conclusion that success was expected.

On the last evening of the first month, a supervisor gave a short speech congratulating the batch on making pass a month. She then stressed their loyalty to the First Order, now their official family.

That night, after his batch mates had dozed off, Finn muffled his face in the pillow and quietly sniffled for the home he was taken from.

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The initiates quickly learnt to hide how much they missed their real homes, for whenever supervisors caught wind of it, additional loyalty lessons would be scheduled.

It was only when they prepare for bed and no supervisor would be present, that they had relative privacy to talk about home. Finn was sure every one of them dreamt about home. They would trade stories, some of which were exaggerated in childish imagination.

Finn shared a few stories of his own, though he could not differentiate between memory and wishful imagination.

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The cadets did not find out how severely they were discouraged from thinking about their birth families, until rotated training with a newer batch of trainees.

This particular introductory exercise was about the priority of mission completion. Finn, finding it easy to deduce expected actions of the trainees, did not struggle with the exercise. He completed the mission quickly and then sat down to watch the other trainees going through the scenario, with the stimulation projected onto a screen in the waiting room.

A young initiate from the newer batch was next. He made good progress until the last hurdle, where he froze.

On the projected screen, a middle-aged woman with red hair gathered into a bun kneeled on the ground, in front of an astronomical map marked with trade routes and schedules of the New Republic. That must mean the cadet had red hair, as the simulated woman was designed to resemble them.

He slowly raised his blaster with shaking hands.

She pleaded with tears in her eyes, 'Don't you remember your mama? My baby, what have they done to you?'

'Mama?' he attempted, the word foreign to his tongue.

'Yes, it's me. Don't you remember how I tucked you in every night? Come here, give your mama a hug.' she opened her arms cautiously.

The blaster paused in mid-air. Then, the cadet lowered it and walked to the woman. 'I miss you so much, Mama.'

The simulation ended immediately, with harsh white lights turning up to regular brightness. The supervisor for this exercise stepped out from the control room and addressed the trainee. 'FR-3056, were you clear on your mission?'

'Yes, Ma'am.'

'Summarise the mission.'

'Yes, Ma'am. The mission is to extract the map with trade information of the New Republic. Get rid of enemies protecting the map as needed.'

'Exactly. And yet, you chose not to continue your mission. Why?'

'Sorry, Ma'am, I could not kill my mother.'

'So, your personal interest interferes with the mission.' she stated with a blank expression.

Every cadet held their breath, waiting for her decision. Finn felt a sudden chill racing down his spine, even though the room, like every part of the starship, was temperature controlled.

The supervisor consulted her datapad, then continued, 'FR-3056, this is your second incident. Report for recondition tomorrow.'

When Finn saw FR-3056 again in the next training session 1 week later, the trainee fired his blaster at the red-haired woman without a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

The cadets whispered about FR-3056, and stopped talking about the homes they never knew.

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Eventually, Finn rarely allowed himself to dwell on the voice from his memory. He told himself that, it was because there simply was no time between all the classes and duties when he had the luxury of not being too bone-tired to think for himself.

Deep down, he knew it was only part of the truth.

He had not thought of the voice in a long time, because pretending a home had never existed for him was less painful than knowing he had one but then lost it.

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Years later, on Finn's second real-world mission, Jakku happened.

He looked into the eyes of scared villagers, young and old. The fact that they were humans, very much alive, struck him. This was not a simulation anymore; if he pulled the trigger, these families would be torn apart.

Around him, his squadmates shot left and right without hesitation.

He had always felt like an outsider among them even when he acted like a model trooper. Now, he refused to fit in. He would not kill for the Order; it would never be where he belonged.

It had never been a 'family' since the beginning.

He lowered his blaster and mentally prepared for an opening to slip away.

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The Resistance pilot was on his knees before the warrior of the dark side. Finn could not hear their exchange from his position halfway across the squad, but he could see the 2 troopers who searched him brought him onto the ship back to base.

Finn had heard about interrogation methods, he hoped the pilot would not suffer too much at Ren's hand.

He must have projected the thought, for Ren abruptly spun to stare at him. He squared his shoulders and trotted nervously behind his leaving squad, feeling Ren's eyes on him the whole time.

Back at the base, Captain Phasma requested him to submit his blaster for inspection. Waiting for a subtle opening to run away was no longer an option, he had to make one himself.

He gave himself a quick pep talk and marched through the interrogation wing to the imprisoned pilot.

The Force was on his side. He bluffed past the trooper guarding the pilot and took him out of the cell. 'This is a rescue. I'm helping you escape. Can you fly a TIE fighter?'

'I can fly anything.' the pilot smirked. 'I'm Poe. Poe Dameron. What’s your name?'

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Why did Poe want to go to Jakku again? Oh right, he had to get back some map. Unfortunately, they crashed and Poe was nowhere to be found, his leather jacket the only proof he had escaped with Finn.

Finn hated the planet; all he could see was sand all over the horizon and the blinding sun. The scorching heat drained him quickly; his mouth was dry and his bodysuit was drenched in sweat. He was convinced Jakku was determined to snuff out his existence before he could enjoy his newfound freedom.

When he met the scavenger girl after walking for the whole morning, he had just lost the first person who was kind to him in years (no, don't think of the pilot; losing his first friend - if he can count him as a friend - kriffing hurts). It must be the galaxy sending him a note not to open himself up to another person.

With the scavenger, came a droid. One assumption led to another; before he knew it, he was caught up in the girl's plan to reunite the droid with its owner. And then, he tripped and fell down. She ran to him, offering a hand to help him up. He stared at the outstretched hand like a simulation he could not figure out; surely, she was not really offering? If there was one thing Phasma partially succeeded in drilling into his head, it was that strength is only as strong as the weakest link. That was not wrong from the point of view of an army, though he refused to believe it was the whole truth.

Warily, he looked into Rey's eyes but only found sincerity. Maybe, she was like him, refusing to stop helping others even though a lifetime of teaching had taught him otherwise. He decided to take a leap of faith and took her hand.

He was pulled up and running alongside her and the droid.

This time, he was determined not to lose his new friend.

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He had failed Rey.

After confessing to her about defecting from the First Order because he did not want to kill innocents, she was initially mad at him for hiding his former involvement with the Order. However, once she calmed down, she forgave him.

He noticed her following Solo around like a lost puppy. He had asked if she knew Solo; she replied no, but he felt familiar. She wished she knew if her father was like him. When Finn gave her a puzzled look, she looked down at the engine she was fixing and explained that she was left on Jakku as a child, with only blurred memories of the people who walked away from her while she cried for them to come back.

Rey had no family, just like Finn. He felt a surge of protectiveness; how dare those people willingly leave a defenceless child behind to fend for herself?

And right when he felt he had known her for his whole life, she was abducted. By Kylo Ren, the First Order's resident ill-tempered dark warrior, no less.

He vowed to get her back, the Order would not take away another friend from him.

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It turned out Finn had not lost his first friend after all.

As the Millennium Falcon landed on the Resistance base, he looked out of the cockpit to see the ground bustling with activity. Pilots in orange flight suit talked with mechanics in earth brown overalls and droids. In the distance, officers and crews hurried into and out of the compound. Solo directed Finn and BB-8 to go ahead into the compound, while he and Chewie shut down the Falcon.

Strolling down the stretch of the runway taking in the base, Finn saw a pilot climbing down the side of a black painted X-wing. BB-8 knocked into the back of his knees and sped towards the starship with a series of excited beeps and whirls. The pilot talked to a mechanic while taking off their helmet, revealing a wave of black hair. Then, they turned towards BB-8 and a familiar airy voice carried over.

No, it couldn't be! Finn made himself blink once, twice, and was elated to find his eyes and brain were functioning properly.

His feet started running on their own accord. Before his very eyes, Poe stood up from talking to the droid, a wide grin breaking out on his face upon locating him. Poe stepped forward and rushed to meet him halfway, tackling him in a bone-crushing hug. Finn only hesitated for a fraction of a second before hugging back just as fiercely.

If all hugs felt as peaceful and safe as this one, maybe he could get used to them.

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When Finn told Poe about Rey, who saved BB-8 first, and her subsequent kidnapping, Poe took him to General Organa directly. Unlike First Order officers, she was understanding and sympathetic, readily agreeing to help upon learning the Order's involvement. Finn offered whatever knowledge he had about Starkiller Base and everything else needed. In a short time, a planned mission was approved for the next day. They would soon be off to rescue Rey and stop the planetary weapon.

That night, Finn started awake in a cold sweat and could not manage to get back to sleep. His quarters for the night had no window, too similar to First Order-issued bunks for his liking. He put on Poe's jacket - no, his now - and slid silently out of the room.

Not wanting to get lost around the interconnecting corridors, he pressed onwards to the few zones he was introduced to during the day. His feet took him to a bench right outside the command centre, where they discussed out the mission plan earlier in the day.

Needless to say, he was surprised to find the General seated at a desk near the entrance, still up alongside the night shift officers.

General Organa looked up from the pile of charts she was studying. Not used to friendly interactions with officers, he greeted her and pass it off as simply walking past the centre on a stroll.

'Finn,' she halted him with a tired smile, catching up to tell him 'good work' for proposals on how to destroy the Starkiller. She then reminded him to try and rest enough for the mission while on the Falcon.

'Rey would be back before we know it.' she reached up and patted his arm.

Finn tried not to think about how much of an open book he must be for her to read, idly wondering if that was a skill all mother figures picked up.

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Flying at light speed to Starkiller took a few hours, which Finn spent half of it fidgeting. Solo and Chewbacca shared a look, then Chewbacca shrugged. Solo sighed and addressed Finn.

'Look, I'm anxious about Rey as much as you do. But she'd survived on Jakku for so long, she's tough. I'm sure she can hold on until we get to her.'

'I know.' Finn glanced at him, then back at the wall panel he had been staring a hole into.

A few beats passed, then Solo made up his mind.

'Tell you what, I've been meaning to fix this squeaky panel in the cargo bay. How 'bout you give me a hand?'

Finn got up and followed him.

They sat on the floor fixing the panel in silence, until Finn asked tentatively, 'Do you ever miss home when you're flying around the galaxy?'

'Well… Sometimes, but I try not to think about it.'

'Where's your home?'

'What's a home? Is it where you were born? Is it where you grow up? Is it where you settle? Or is it a person?' Solo gestured around with the screwdriver still in his hand, then raised an eyebrow at him.

'So, which is it?' Finn tilted his head, frowning.

'That, you have to decide for yourself. You'll know when you've found yours.'

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Finn was awed to find Rey broke out all by herself.

It was a whirlwind of finding out truths, each more shocking than the previous. Ren was actually Solo's son; him killing Solo for some twisted access to the Force; him choosing power granted by the First Order over genetic family.

And the most worrying turn of events? Ren had been waiting for them as they trekked through the forest back to the Falcon, wanting to turn Rey to the Order's side. He had made his intentions crystal clear.

To Finn's eternal relief, Rey rejected the 'offer' outright. She did not waste one second in insulting Ren, calling him a monster. Kriffing right she was.

Ren responded by knocking her into a tree by Force and Finn's heart nearly stopped. He ran over and dropped to check her pulse. It was only when she groaned that he knew she'd be alright and his brain restarted.

A few crackling swishes and 'Traitor!' reminded him that Ren was still preying on them.

Rey had defended Finn; it was now his turn to return the favour.

He knew there was no way he would stand a chance against an experienced Force user, but Force if he would let anyone else be taken away from him. He was not going down without a fight.

He fired up Skywalker's lightsabre and charged Ren.

He held his own relatively well for a first time user, until Ren swept the sabre from his hands and punched his face so hard, forcing his back to be exposed. Ren followed up with a heavy upwards slash.

Instantly, a fiery pain exploded across Finn's back. He collapsed onto the snow.

If he was going to die, at least he had fought back against the organisation which had manipulated him since he was a young child. He could only hope Rey and Poe would forgive him for not succeeding.

Too exhausted by the overwhelming pain, his vision grew dark.

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When Finn regained his senses, he was in a transparent bacta suit strapped inside a clear tank.

Thinking the First Order caught him again, he kicked open the cover and scrambled out, gaining his bearing to formulate an escape plan. It was then the interior decoration theme finally caught his attention - the Order's default colour theme was dark grey and black, not light grey and white.

A nurse parted a sliver of the privacy curtain to investigate the commotion. Finn took note of the Resistance emblem over her lapel and relaxed slightly.

'Ah, you're awake! That's good, it means your spine's nearly healed.'

'My spine?'

'Yes, do you remember what happened?'

'Not really. Where am I?'

'We're on the Resistance fleet, this ship's called the Raddus. Better let the doctor check you over first though, just sit here while I get her. Dr Kalonia!' she strode off without waiting for his reply.

For his part, Finn padded out of the medical bay to find Rey and Poe, taking the opposite route from the nurse. It was admittedly not the best idea, as he had no way to know if they would be on the same ship.

He wandered around with a stiff spine and occasional funny looks thrown by passing staff. It was a miracle that he managed to ask someone who knew where Poe would be and could give him the right directions.

He was stumbling past the hangar scanning for Poe when a loud voice exclaimed, 'Finn, buddy!' followed by a heavy thud. When he turned clumsily towards the voice, he was greeted by Poe's thick dark curls suddenly sticking up everywhere right in his face and a hand on his arm. 'You were in a pretty bad shape, I was so worried about you.'

'Good to see you too. Where's Rey?' he squeezed Poe's shoulder in return, not realising water was sprouting from his suit until Poe got busy covering up the disconnected tubes with his bare hands.

'It's a kinda long story, buddy. Let's get your bacta fixed first before I update you, yeah? Bee, go on ahead and tell Dr Kalonia to prep for Finn.'

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It feels like a whole month of jumping through the galaxy with the Resistance before Finn finally sees Rey in person on Crait; he cannot help himself from crashing into her and burying his face into her neck. She's alive, she's come back for him, she's hugging him as tightly as he's hugging her. Then, he is openly sobbing into her tunic. Poe comes up and puts a hand on his back, mindful of his still healing spine.

This must be what a home feels like, Finn muses. Maybe, he has found himself a new home without realising.

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MARIE AND ALY FR THE OC THING !!!

THANKE @asanesana ~ =͟͟͞͞ ( ꒪▽꒪)

Full Name: Marie Dover (from Heartstrings [dark fantasy/psychological horror/supernatural])Gender and Sexuality: straight femalePronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: EnglishPhysical appearance: shoulder-length wavy dark blond hair (falls like Maki Nishikino’s), violet eyesBirthplace and Birthdate: Dover, UK, a lovey port town by the sea. May 15th, 1819.Age: 19 at death. She’d currently be 24Guilty Pleasures: before she died, she always tried to adopt every single stray animal she sawPhobias: claustrophobia. It didn’t help that Jack locked her in a small, dark cell.What They Would Be Famous For: being a circus freak if Jack’s crimes had been found out and she was exploited even further. She’s basically a soulless living corpse infused with mannequin parts to keep her broken limbs stable. What They Would Get Arrested For: killing many people under Jack Carpenter’s command, including Joseph Cross, her fiancé, although she wouldn’t understand why. She was just doing what she was told. OC You Ship Them With: I know it seems gross to ship her with Jack, but he does change and become a better man as the story goes on. He comes to regret the deeds he’s done (killing people and reworking corpses to be his dolls and do his bidding) and treats her lovingly, working hard to give her the pleasant life she deserved. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Jack already did. Well, indirectly. Even though they had been good friends, she didn’t return his affections when he confessed, so he kidnapped her and when she refused to elope with him, he imprisoned and raped her. After about a week, she managed to escape her confinements and reached the top of Jack’s hideaway, but rather than taking the ladder down right in front of her, she leapt to her death, unable to live with what’s happened to her. Distraught, Jack tries his best to piece her body together with mannequin parts a shady street peddler had given him. He embalms her body to preserve it and after finishing the process, falls asleep, exhausted. He wakes up later at night to find Marie towering over him, waiting for him to instruct her. Ngh. Her background seems incomplete because she has more history with Jack before everything goes to shit, but the ask doesn’t ask for that soo. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: fantasy and romance novelsLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: happily ever afters I THOUGHT IT SAID FAVORITE WHOPS but nah she doesn’t really have a leastTalents and/or Powers: plays the violin and pianoWhy Someone Might Love Them: Marie had been very optimistic and supportive. She always knew how to cheer Jack up when he had family problems or was stressed with medical school and often played the violin for him to help put him at easel (They met each other when they started playing strings in an orchestra. Playing music helped Jack forget his problems.)Why Someone Might Hate Them: Jack doesn’t hate Marie, but hates himself whenever he lays his eyes on her. He’s reminded of his sins and the fact that even though she’s still around, she’s not the woman he knew. The beauty he had fallen in love with wasn’t in her looks, but in her soul, which is now long gone. How They Change: After being reworked, Marie is just a quiet, empty shell and barely reacts to anything. All she knows is that Jack is her master and she needs to protect him at all costs, or else she would perish as well since they’re linked by (figurative) puppet strings tying their souls together. As time passes, Jack suspects she isn’t totally empty, but a small remnant of her soul is still there. She solemnly tears up when Jack plays the piano piece Joseph was known for and Jack is hurt knowing she still loves him. Marie also seems to display a bit of sympathy when she stands over the corpse of Jared, a little boy who lived on the street nearby them. Jack notices her interest and he decides to rework the child to become like a son of theirs, the only doll he reworks not out of malice that he didn’t kill. (Jack plays house with the dolls he collects in a twisted, grotesque way. He was never close to his parents, so this is his way of trying to have a good family of his own.)Why You Love Them: She just. Deserved better. That is all.

I came up with Heartstrings just earlier last week dkowlsfjkdvZodiac by Uroboros inspired a LOT of it

Full Name: Alian Laniere (from Kingdoms)Gender and Sexuality: straight femalePronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: DanyllianPhysical appearance: brown hair with side braids gathered at the back, hazel eyesBirthplace and Birthdate: Port Sol, Danyllia. April 22, 1526. (seaside port towns are like my default starting towns for some reason wjofiedn)Age: 14 in Part I, 19 in Part IIGuilty Pleasures: she tends to her garden with loving care and likes to sketch landscapes in her notebook.Phobias: she wants to work as a medic, but she nearly faints at the sight of bloodWhat They Would Be Famous For: being the Almaridel florist’s number one customer. All of the allowance she saves, she spends on seeds and pots.What They Would Get Arrested For: trespassing and planting flowers in a stranger’s yard because she feels bad about how desolate it looks. Although when she would get caught, the neighbor would just sigh with a smile and let her continue (basically what she did to Rianne’s yardww).OC You Ship Them With: Sam Theorin; they’re both sweeties aaa. Also Derek, although it’s more like a sibling ship; she’s one of the few people he easily opens up to. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: D:Favorite Movie/Book Genre: adventureLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: n/aTalents and/or Powers: even though she’s a gentle person, she’s very determined to help people and get tasks done. She doesn’t rest until she’s done her best. Why Someone Might Love Them: kind and understanding, open-minded and always seeing the best in peopleWhy Someone Might Hate Them: I don’t think anyone would. I just think a negative traits if her would be being too trusting and naive. It wouldn’t be too difficult to take advantage of her.How They Change: When she was younger, she couldn’t really stand up for herself and when she met her cousin Jamie, she learned to be bolder. They look up to each other a lot. Why You Love Them: I wish I could be more like her…

I need to make proper pages for all my series someday;; I have the story and characters important plot lines outlined but I don’t wanna post em until I have portraits for the main characters (´；ω；｀)

#meru ocs #oc asks #heartstrings #aly laniere #marie dover #sna

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