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[amidalc]

@hxttslayer ♥’d for a starter 

                 “   out of the question   ——   you are   FAR   TOO   YOUNG   to go.   “

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                    “I’m not sure if that’s the soundest idea,” she has to resist the urge to prop her elbow up on the table, it would incorrectly express boredom. “I suppose if you believe he’s a skilled pilot, though, we all have to take your word for it....”  she rolled petite shoulders and leaned back in her chair almost dismissively. There was no point, one didn’t get into arguments or debates with Leia if they knew what was good for them and Jyn certainly had not had time to prepare for this conversation beforehand. // @hxttslayer

[amidalc]

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                                          “   ARE   YOU   STILL   HUNGRY,        princess,          i thought it was enough   ???   “           concern is etched upon padmé’s face   &&   she places half of her own food onto her daughter’s plate.             it seemed that leia had not only inherited her mother’s looks   &&    petite stature,         but her   APPETITE   as well.             “   there,         that enough for you   ???           don’t worry about me,        i’ve   HAD   ENOUGH   ——   though save up room for dessert.   “

[neversith]

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Hoth. Oh, how hated this planet. He didn’t think he could hate a planet more than he hated Tatooine, but, Hoth was a close second. He has no idea why the Rebellion picked this miserable excuse of a planet as their new base. He hardly has left the caves the Rebellion now calls its home.  

Though, there is an occasion where he does leave the caves and that is usually to do reconnaissance. Or whatever it is the Rebellion leaders cook up for him to do get him out of their hair

Blue eyes look through macrobinoculars as he searches the horizon in front of them.  He is out with Leia, who had decided to tag along with him. The flat, snowy plains remind him of Tatooine. He sees nothing in sight. Like he did the other day when he was sent out. Nothing but, col, wet, snow. Everywhere. He is about to say something to Leia when a snowball hits him square in the middle of the back. The General freezes for a moment, eyes squinting beneath the binoculars as he turns to look back at his daughter. “Are you that bored you have decided to start pelting me with snowballs?” The binoculars are lowered, his eyebrow raises. “Because if so, I think we’re going to have a battle on our hands, princess.” 

[bigdealeightseven-a]

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Brown eyes would snap open as Finn jolted upright, grasping for air. His eyes darted around, trying to scan the shadows for anything that had seemed familiar to him. His chest heaved up and down rapidly as he tried to catch his breath and take in as much air as he could. The images of the FN Corps’ first engagement on Jakku, the destruction of Hosnian Prime, Han Solo’s death, and the fleet’s destruction flashed before his eyes again, which sent him back against the wall behind him. He pressed himself against the wall as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, finally catching details of things here and there in his quarters. Making the details of the few possessions he had was what started to bring him down from the nightmare fueled adrenaline that surged through his being.

He brought his hands to his face and held them there for a moment, still trying his best to calm himself. Another image would flash before his eyes: one of his former comrades, who he called “Slip”, running his bloody hand over his helmet as he died on the sands of Jakku. He would not flinch as that image stayed with him for a few seconds before disappearing again. His hands dropped from his face as he looked around, taking in more of his room as best as he could. The sounds of the memories finally faded and he welcomed the calm sounds of the room tone that truly belong in his quarters. 

He needed to get fresh air and get out of his head for a bit. Finn pushed the sweat soaked, pitch black sheets off of him and placed his legs over the side of his bed, his feet welcoming the chill of the floor beneath them. He reached over for his boots and pulled them on, zipping them up before getting to his feet. He went over to a chair nearby where the shirt he had worn during the day was hanging. He picked up the shirt and pulled it on, then picked up his jacket -- the very same jacket Poe let him keep -- that was laying on the chair’s cushion. Without hesitation, the young man went out.

He made his way along the corridor full of personnel quarters, nowhere really in mind. The young rebels consciousness didn’t feel like it was fully awake and his body felt like it was on auto-pilot as he strolled down the hallway. He barely managed to response when two officers, no doubt heading off for night watch, passed by him and greeted him with a simple “Major.” He gave the Nightwatchmen a nod and kept on with his path. 

It what seemed like no time he would find himself on the observation deck, looking out upon the forests of Endor. He still couldn’t believe that they had settled their base upon the very moon the Rebel Alliance won the war upon. It had seemed like a distant dream. 

Finn pulled his hands behind his back, closing his eyes as he took in the night air. He could feel his nerves easing with each passing second as he took in the sounds of the jungle around the base. He could be out there for hours if he had the time. He let his mind wander away from him, which stopped him from hearing the approaching footsteps that made their way toward him.  

[bigdealeightseven-a]

hxttslayer

 “Ok so when Finn is older and has served under Leia for years and...”

this is...so canon to me.

FJDJFHGFHGHJFGHJFHFJHFJHGFJHF BOOYAH! Y’ALL SAW IT HERE FIRST!

[bigdealeightseven-a]

hxttslayer

  You know what would be interesting? Finn having an...

( leia will be his mom )

He just squealed. He’s like ‘MAMA LEIAAAA’ grabby hands and all

[monstrousmade]

         “ kill me. ”

         it’s not the plea of a little boy nor the taunt of a supreme leader. the two words ( so simple, really ) are calm, collected. he finds a certain peace in them that he hasn’t felt in years. justice. resolve. balance. and for her to be the one to do it... it’s the perfect ending. his cloak is gone, armor shed. the man who sits cross-legged in the corner of his cell has lost and lost and lost. every fork in the road, he made the wrong choice. but this is the right one. he can tell because no voice tries to contradict.

         “ kill me the way i killed han solo. the way i would have killed you. ”

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