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.Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist in space but I wrote a cheesy Star Wars fic to celebrate anyway.

A Night Off

~1470 Words, AO3 Link

General Organa gives Finn permission to take Rey on a date off-planet… on the condition that C-3PO rides along.

Rey is always early for meals. Normally it kills Finn a little to see her waiting, followed by the spark of surprise when food is actually put on her tray. Today, though, he can use this habit to his advantage.

“Hey.”

Deep weariness shows in her eyes, but her smile is bright. “Hey.”

“I, uh, I had a question for you.” Finn pauses, but her only response is to nod with raised eyebrows. “Are you busy tomorrow night? I mean, you’re busy every night, but I mean with anything out of the ordinary. Any non-Jedi stuff going on? You have, I dunno, fun plans?”

To her credit, she doesn’t laugh, though it’s clear she’s holding it back. “What are you really asking me?”

“Well. I got permission from the general to take you off planet for a few hours. Not far, just into orbit for… for a little break.”

“A break.” She has a harder time keeping down the laughter. “Are you sure that’s the right word?”

Sometimes Finn wonders if these moments are Force-enhanced perception, or if he’s really that transparent. The general had caught on to the same thing.

“I think Rey could use a break, is all,” he’d said. “You know, a few hours without the fate of the galaxy on her shoulders.”

The General had looked up from a hologram of the latest battle plan. The glow only added to her wry expression. “If you want something, Finn, honesty is the best start.”

“I am being honest. I believe that, wholeheartedly, you can Force-read my mind if you need to. But I also…”

“Want to have a date.” Leia laughed, one of the few genuine smiles Finn had ever seen on her face. “The First Order could destroy us at any turn, and you want to go on a date.”

“Well.” It did sound ridiculous when put like that.

“I’m not saying no. I remember what it’s like in your shoes, believe it or not. But there will be regulations. Not too far out, and shields up the whole time. And…” Her smile took on an edge Finn wasn’t sure he liked. “I’m going to send a droid with you.”

Now Rey looks at him with some of that same wryness. “It, uh. It could be a date. If you wanted. I thought that we could maybe have dinner, something a little better than what they serve here.” The General had okayed that, told him who and how to ask for high quality goods.

“I’ve never been on a date before.” Her voice goes soft; she’s not teasing now.

Finn smiles. “Neither have I.”

“Tomorrow, you said?”

“Yeah. The General said we could take the Falcon.” Demanded, really. “My droid knows that ship well,” she’d said. “He’ll take good care of you in it.”

***

“Oh goodness.” C-3PO fluttered behind them in the cockpit. “Back in the Falcon after all these years. I can hardly believe it.”

Finn very pointedly does not look back at the droid. Rey bites back laughter as she pulls the ship off the ground. She has dressed in a tunic she must have borrowed from someone, though Finn is unsure who. The green fabric gathers around her shoulders and swoops below her collarbone in a way that keeps drawing Finn’s eye.

“Do be careful. This ship is quite old, you know.”

Rey glances over at Finn. There is an unmistakable glint in her eye. “Hold on, 3PO.” She maneuvers the Falcon in a fast but graceful loop.

“Oh my. I truly must advise against such–”

“Would you like to drive?”

“Miss Rey, you should must know I am not a pilot droid.”

“And you must know that I’m a pilot.” Her smile threatens more complicated flight paths.

“I can see why the princess likes you. You are just like Han Solo.”

Finn turns then. “3PO. The General said you would prepare the food.”

“Oh yes, of course, Master Finn. How could I be so forgetful? Perhaps there is a loose circuit, I will have to get checked when we land.” He shuffles off.

Finn puts a hand over Rey’s on the controls. She laces her fingers into his briefly as they ascend. C-3PO does not return until they have settled into orbit.

“I have served your dinner in the main hold. If we have reached a stable altitude, I suggest going while it is still hot.”

He follows them out to where they sit on the curved couch around the table. “I do hope this presentation is satisfactory.”

“Yeah,” Finn says, trying to convey C-3PO can go without saying it in so many words. “It’s great.”

C-3PO stands and watches as they take their first bites.

“3PO,” Rey says. “Could you go check the cockpit? I think I may have left some valves in the wrong position.”

“Oh my. That would be quite disastrous. I will go immediately.”

Finn slumps his shoulders as soon as the droid is out of sight. “I have to wonder if the General sent him for a laugh rather than our safety.”

“It was likely both.” Rey smiled and scooted closer to him. “But we’re here, and it’s very nice.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” She puts down her fork to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

It is none too soon– as soon as she picks it back up, C-3PO comes shambling back in. “Miss Rey, I do believe you sent me on a wild goose chase. I do not appreciate being teased in such a manner.”

She stifles a snort of laughter.

“Since you’re up, 3PO, could you check the shields? The General is very concerned about them staying up.”

“Oh yes, Master Finn. It would not due to be careless.”

“So,” Rey says once he is gone.

“So.”

“What would be a date-y thing to say right now?”

Finn chuckled. “I should have asked Poe about that. He would know.” He glances over at her. “You, uh, look very nice though.”

A little color rises in her cheeks. “I’ve never worn anything like this. It feels strange.” She runs her eyes over him. “You look nice as well.”

He had asked Poe what to wear, and had been given picks from his closet. Poe had insisted he wear a stark white shirt that opened at the collar. From the way Rey looks at Finn, he assumes it was indeed the right choice. He swallows hard. “Rey…”

“You will be pleased to know the shields are functioning fully. Everything is in perfect working order.”

Finn groans.

“Is something wrong, Master Finn?”

“No, nope. Everything’s fine.” Rey puts a hand on his knee beneath the table. He takes a very large bite of food to keep from reacting.

“Did General Organa give you any instructions beyond serving dinner?” she asks between bites.

“Of course, Miss Rey. I am here to enforce her parameters of this outing. If you were to take this ship further than specified I would inform her immediately.”

“Is that all?”

“There were no further instructions.”

“Wouldn’t it be best for you to watch the cockpit, then? That would be the best place to sure we don’t fly any further.”

“I see the logic in that suggestion.”

“That was very clever.”

“Yes,” Rey says, pushing their mostly empty plates to the far side of the table. Finn is confused for a moment, Rey has never left so much of a drop of food uneaten. But then she turns and climbs to straddle him, back against the table.

“He’s going to come back.”

“Yes,” Rey says, “but I’m not sure I care.” She leans down to kiss him, and he is not sure he cares either. One of her hands cups the back of his head. The other slips along the v of his collar. In a small moment of daring, he slides his hands beneath her tunic, along her back and waist. She gasps and smiles against his mouth. Her body presses closer to his. He breaks from her mouth and kisses his way down her neck, reveling in the way her fingers press harder into his skin the further he goes. She reaches down to the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up, and–

“It occurs to me that you might– oh dear. Oh my.” C-3PO turns around in embarrassment. “Princess Leia is going to be so disappointed in me, thirty years and I haven’t learned. You want to be alone. I do apologize for the interruption.”

They break down laughing against each other. “That takes care of that then,” Finn says. “I didn’t think it would be quite that easy.”

“Neither did I. But we might as well take advantage of it.” She grabs the edge of his shirt again.

Finn rises to the challenge in her eyes. “Yeah, we should.”

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Star Wars fic is becoming a weekly thing, it seems.

Touching the Stars
Finn/Rey, Hurt/Comfort of the self-esteem variety. 
~1000 words, also on AO3

There are nights, sometimes, when he can’t escape the weight of what he really is. Finn slips out of the barracks. He makes his way outside, as if walking will clear his head, as if walking will prevent them all from realizing they’ve been deceived. The sky is clear, awash with the light of a million distant suns. Finn thinks of Rey’s eyes. That makes it worse. He’s a Storm Trooper, just a Storm Trooper. Not a real resistance fighter, not a good man. He was never meant to touch the stars like this.

“Finn.”

He closes his eyes, of course she has followed him. She’s a terribly light sleeper, he’s noticed.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Just talking a walk. I like to walk.”

She moves in front of him to look him in the eye. “You’re very stationary for someone walking.”

Finn has to laugh. She has a way of doing that. “I guess that’s true.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” There’s a challenge in her voice, but gentleness in her eyes. She takes his hands in hers.

“It’s nothing important.”

Rey merely waits.

“I’m nothing important.”

“Finn.” Her eyebrows draw together like he’d hurt her. He pulls away, makes good on his claim to walking and paces back and forth, never looking at her.

“I don’t—I mean, I’m just not like you, or Poe, or anyone here. Especially you, you’re a Jedi. Light of the galaxy. And I—I belong on the other side of that. Or, I don’t, but all I can do is run, Rey, I’m not—“

She grabs him from behind, tight around his middle. She presses her forehead to his shoulder, just to the side of where he still feels the tightness of the light saber scar. “Stop. Please.”

His hands find their way back to hers without him thinking about it. “Rey. I’m a Storm Trooper.”

Her fingers squeeze his tight. “You are much more than that. But if you weren’t, what would it matter?” She lifts her head to let it lean against his. “That wouldn’t change how brave you are, how kind.”

Finn lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’m not brave.”

Rey slips her hands out of his and under his shirt. Her fingers trace the scar down his back so lightly he cannot help but shiver. “Many would beg to differ.” She lifts his shirt up to his arms. He feels exposed as she looks; no one but Doctor Kalonia has seen. “I would be among them.” She touches him again.

It’s a mark of failure. The physical manifestation of all he can never be. “Don’t.” He moves and she does not follow. “You’re going to realize, one day, that all these things you think about me are wrong. You’re going to se that the thing I’ve done—they aren’t… they aren’t these big brave things people think they are. I’ve only ever done what I had to do.”

“You didn’t have to come back for me. You didn’t have to fight Ren.”

“Yeah, I did.”

Rey is quiet for a long moment. “I don’t think I can change your mind. But Finn—“ She reaches to take his arm but stops short. “Even if you had never done everything I call brave, if all you had done was take my hand, you’d still be the dearest person in the galaxy to me.”

His smile makes him feel all the closer to crying. “You didn’t seem to like it at the time.” Finn dares to look at her. There’s more than starlight gleaming in her eyes.

“There isn’t much friendly touching on Jakku.” Rey tries to smile, but her breath catches in the middle. “You’re the first family I’ve had, Finn. I’m not going to leave you behind.”

He leans in and lets her hold him. She is warm; she is real. He finds himself believing that she believes he is something, even if he can’t conceive of it himself.

“Do you want to see it?” he asks. “All of it?”

Rey nods. He pulls his shirt over his head. Her eyes stay on his for a long moment before moving down to the jagged scar on the right side of his chest, and he realizes he’s showing her more than just his wounds. She walks around him to she the long swipe down his back.

And her lips press against its base.

Finn gasps as her soft motions move upwards. When she reaches his shoulder, he turns to meet her with an urgency he’s never expressed. One of her hands alights on the wound at his chest. He cannot fathom what to do with his own hands so he holds it there with both. Rey presses close. Her free hand holds him at the curve of his ribs, nearly as warm and soft as her mouth against his. It’s a warmth that spreads, burns, makes it feel like his heart is expanding in his chest. The light of stars scorches when held so close.

She pulls him towards the ground though her guidance is gentle, his balance is off and he barely catches himself in time to keep from falling on top of her. Rey smiles. She reaches up and strokes his cheek. If she minds being pinned beneath him, she does not show it. “Did you ever see the night sky on Jakku?”

“No, but I imagine it’s much more pleasant than the day.”

She laughs. “You’re not wrong. It’s beautiful, you can see more stars than you can here, arms of galaxies and moons bright enough to be small suns.” She presses her lips together. “It’s beautiful, but untouchable from the ground I knew I’d never leave.” Rey casts her gaze away from his eyes. “Sometimes I forget you’re not like that.” She traces patterns long his chest with her fingers. “It’s hard to believe I can touch you. That you’re here.”

Finn lowers himself to the ground next to her, pulls her close with one arm. “I guess a lot of things are pretty unbelievable.” He presses his forehead into her hair. “But I’m here.”

She snuggles into his chest. “We’ll just have to keep being here until we start believing.”

Finn closes his eyes and listens to her breathing. “I can do that.” He feels her smile against his skin, and he can feel starlight shining inside him.

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And now we break from our usual programming for some Star Wars fluff, because I am Finn/Rey trash.

Summer Rain

~1000 words. 
Set after Rey returns with Luke. 
On AO3 and below the cut. 

Something warm on Finn’s shoulder breaks him from sleep. He shoots up. Touch still shocks him sometimes, when he isn’t prepared. Whenever he’s nudged awake by a person instead of ripped from dreams by a blaring alarm, a tingle of panic bursts in his stomach.

Tonight, though, it is Rey. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” she whispers.

“No, no, you didn’t.” A dumb lie, but he’s barely gotten to speak to her since she returned with Luke. She’s been in tactical meeting after tactical meeting, often behind closed doors. “What’s… uh, what’s up?” Ugh. It would be best to throw himself back under his blanket. She’d become a Jedi, General Leia’s new right-hand woman, and his first question is what’s up?

Rey, however, does not seem to mind. She takes his hand and leads him out of the barracks. “I have something to show you.”

“Is it a cool Jedi thing?”

“No, something much better.” She looks back with the smile he had not realized he’d missed quite so much.

They get to the outer hall and Finn begins to hear the taps and splatters of rain. She quietly uses the Force to open the door without the security code, and Finn almost protests going out. It is not a light rain. It pours from the sky in sheets, shaking the trees and drowning the grass. They will be soaked the second they step across the threshold.

Rey lets go of his hand and runs into it. Her clothes sink down on her body with the weight of water and her hair comes undone but she is spinning, smiling, laughing. She is so radiant that Finn cannot fathom that a rainbow does not form in her light.

“Have you ever seen something so wonderful?”

Finn cannot say that he has. He wonders how many times she has done this; if she made Luke put Jedi training on hold every time it rained. He hopes she has done it a hundred times and will do it a thousand more.

As soon as he joins her she takes him by the wrists and he is spinning and laughing too. The water is warm and the air warmer, thick with humidity and something much sweeter. He slides his hands so their fingers interlock. The moment stretches out; there is no war, no Jedi or Storm Troopers, just the two of them—two people, small and ordinary in the scope of the galaxy but miraculous all the same.

And then Finn’s foot slips on the wet grass. He lands on his back, not hard, but Rey’s face is full of fear.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Even as he sits up, her eyes are wide. “I only slipped.”

“I was so scared,” she says, and he realizes she’s talking about more than this moment. “I thought…”

He decides to match her honesty. “I thought you might not come back. Or that you would but not…”

“I never…”

“I always…”

They go quiet. She drops to her knees and wraps her arms around him. He holds on to her tightly. Muddy water is soaking through his pants, but he barely feels it alongside the way her chin presses into his shoulder.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” she finally breathes.

“But you came back. That’s what matters.”

He feels her smile. “Just like you did.” She pulls away, and he almost begs her to come back again. But she takes his face in her hands and kisses him on the forehead, as light as a breath of wind. He puts his hands over hers, a want filling his chest cavity with such weight he cannot move any more than that. She leans back in. They are nose to nose and forehead to forehead and the distance is too much and too little all at once. Finn has nothing to hide behind, no mask. He knows people do this, he has seen it all the time on base, but he had never imagined it could be so much and so terrifying.

Rey does not close the last bit of distance. Water runs down her face and sparkles in what little light comes from the base. “I don’t know what people say right now. There must be words I never learned.”

He wracks his mind for things he’s heard, but they are always whispers. “They don’t teach them to Storm Troopers either.”

The rain has clumped her eyelashes together, he notices as her eyes search his. “We’ll have to make our own.”

“Yes.” He closes his eyes and breathes. He can feel his pulse beneath her hands. “Rey.”

“Finn.”

When they kiss it is slow, shaky, but Finn starts to smile in spite of himself and Rey does too, until they finally pull away with small giggles. They each open their mouths to speak, but Finn doesn’t know what to say and neither does Rey, so they press their lips together again to voice the words they don’t have. It ends again in smiles. Finn cannot remember how to make his mouth form any other shape.

“We’re going to have to sneak our clothes into the laundry.”

Rey laughs. “I hadn’t thought about that.” She looks down at herself, at the water dripping from her shirt and the mud caking at her knees. “I’ve never tried sleeping in wet clothes.”

Finn laughs back. “It’s not fun, believe me.”

She takes his hand and helps him up. “Do you know the way?”

“The General has had me on laundry plenty.” Finn leads her towards the basement. “And knowing her, she’ll somehow feel it’s right to put me there tomorrow.”

“Is she being punished for something?” someone asks the General, shocked to see the new Jedi put on wash duty alongside the former Storm Trooper.

Leia looks down into the laundry room, where Rey and Finn scrub clothes back to back and fail to hide their smiles. “I’d hardly call it a punishment.” She feels a smile form on her own face. It was a pity, truly, that no one had ever had the guts to make a princess clean up the messes she and Han had made. From here, it looks to be half the fun.