for the finnrey prompts: #23 sleepy hug!
ten million years later… here it is!! thank you for sending in a prompt ilu ❤❤❤ ive been thinking about that one post, about finn and the trauma that followed him after he left the first order - and how long some of the nights must have been… @finnreyfridays
Rey knew, as soon as she woke, that something was wrong. Verywrong. Cold fear trickled down her scalp as she fumbled for the lights next tothe bed. She’d always been a light sleeper – she had to, on Jakku, becausescavengers didn’t follow daylight hours as a general rule – and as her fingersfinally found the switch and warm light flooded their small bunk, Rey had neverbeen more thankful that sleep didn’t always find her so easily.
Finn had gone suddenly rigid next to her. His body, oncewrapped perfectly around hers, had shot away, shoving her and all of theblankets nearly off of the bunk. Perspiration stood out on his dark skin likevenomous stars. His face was twisted in silent agony, fingers opening andclosing, balling into fists, legs kicking out at some invisible horror. Hemoaned quietly, whether in pain or fear or something else, she couldn’t tell. Rey’sheart wrenched in pain as she scrambled upright, tugging the blankets away fromhim. Without realizing what she was doing, soothing words tumbled from herlips, meaningless and useless against whatever nightmare pinned him down. Itmight be Ren. Or the rathtars. But some horrible twist of her guts told her itwas the First Order.
She tucked her knees underneath her and reached out, tryingto ignore the trembles of her own hand as she grasped his. She ran her hand upand down his arm, soothing and firm in equal measure. It was like she wasn’teven there.
“Finn!” His name scraped the roof of her mouth, even as ahoarse whisper. “Finn – please – wake up-” She moved closer, cupping his cheek,and squeezed her eyes shut tight. She could sense his mind in turmoil, riotingand churning under the sway of the nightmare – she kept rubbing his arm,whispering gentle words, as she hesitated and reached out with phantom fingers,trying to push away the fear and the anger and grief, trying to soak it up forhim, so he would know he wasn’t alone now, never alone –
The storm broke and Finn woke with a start.
Rey kept murmuring what she hoped were soothing words as hiseyes darted around the room, landing on everything – the blankets, the lights,the small window, her face – trying to confirm he was not back on StarkillerBase. Not back among the faceless stormtroopers, among rigid, lifelesscommanding officers. Finn’s chest heaved as he let out a sob of relief. Hishand found hers and gripped her with bruising strength.
“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
“I thought I was – it was so real – I could hardly breathe-”
“You’re here, Finn. You’re here, with me, on D’Qar.”
“That’s right – and so is Poe, and Rose, and me – this isreal. This is. I promise.”
Finn shut his eyes and let his head fall back to the pillow.“This is real. I’m not there. I’m not a stormtrooper.”
“I’m a person, and my name is Finn.” He took another deep,shaky breath. “I have a name.”
“Yes.” She slid down his body, tucking his head onto herchest, breathing long and slow until she felt him matching it. “You’re Finn.”
Finn wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her like shewas an anchor at sea. “Rey…” He breathed her name out, his lips pressed flushagainst her collarbone. She coiled around him, instinctively, wrapping herselfaround him like a protective cocoon. Her hands traced light circles on hisback, her lips still dripping with soft murmurs and whispers until the tensionleft his muscles and his mind let him drop back into a dreamless rest.
The lights stayed on for the rest of the night, and Reyherself only slept after she was certain any straggling remnants of thenightmare had gone, dispersed without a trace from the man in her arms.
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