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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker / Finn POV / FinnReyPoe
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all we could have lost (everything we still have)
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The hug lasts for what feels like an eternity and a split second both, and Finn wonders if it's possible to never, ever let go again.
He almost lost them today.
He almost lost everything today, really, his own life included, and he doesn't think he can handle letting Poe and Rey out of his sight any time soon. It feels like he might shatter completely if anything were to happen to either of them right now.
... speaking of which.
He pulls out of the three-way hug, just a little bit, just enough to free his hands, trying hard to ignore the way Poe's fingers stubbornly dig into him, clinging. Carefully, he takes Rey's face in both of his hands.
She looks up at him, exhausted, filthy with dirt and blood and sweat, and there's something in her eyes, despite the smile on her lips, that whispers of loss and heartache.
"I felt you die," he says and ignores the way he can feel Poe freeze against him. "I felt you die, and then I felt your heart start beating again."
Rey's eyes widen, lips parting on a startled inhale. "You… oh." She searches his face, before closing her eyes, a concentrated frown pulling at her brows. "Oh," she says again, a giggle escaping her.
"'Oh'? What does 'oh' mean?" Poe asks, something tremulous in his voice, something vulnerable. "And what d'you mean you felt her die?! Could either of you fill me in on what the hell is going on?"
Rey ignores him, looking down, biting her lip for a moment. "I was,” she admits, sounding sad. “And then I was saved." She lifts her head then, and looks both of them in the eyes, first Finn, then Poe, and says, "I promise, I will tell you. I will," she insists, when Finn opens his mouth to protest. "I just… I need to sleep first. For a week of so, if possible. After that, I'll answer any questions you guys have."
Finn understands. He, too, feels like the only things keeping him up are sheer stubbornness, and these two precious people standing by his side.
"All right," he says, and when Poe starts to protest, Finn wraps his arm around him again, pulls him close. "Let's find a place where we can nod off. Then, we can all talk."
Rey nods and buries her face into his neck again. Poe grumbles, "Yeah, okay. I'd like to hear about that stunt you pulled back on Exegol later, too, while we’re at it," but he, too, relaxes into Finn's hold as well.
Finn breathes them in.
They are alive.
They are alive.
Despite everything, they are alive, and he thanks the stars and the Force and everything in between for it.
The goggles click. “I disagree. The Force always glows bright around you, Poe Dameron, but now it is singing. You must hear it. Ever since you were a little child and Shara Bey first brought you to me to show you off, the Force has had a love affair with you. Why are you keeping it waiting?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” Poe says, and swallows down the dream of the Force tree back home.
“Don’t you see the way those who command the Force are always drawn to you?” She touches his face again, palms against his cheeks grown stubbly over the long day. “Your good heart is like a well of the Light, my beautiful boyfriend. Your mother, Shara Bey, she was the same. It is why Luke Skywalker entrusted her, and you, with the Force tree. I think your role in the fight is to sow seeds of the Light in any way you can. Those to whom the Force calls find their way to you. It is inevitable.”
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Or, Poe has a lot of feelings, gets a lot of therapy, and tries to figure out who a fighter pilot will be once the fight is over.
A fic in which Jimin, having gone through much pain throughout his youth, spends the early hours of the morning realizing how much has changed, remembering just how far he's come since, and who it was that lent a guiding hand through the troubling waters.
Vmin
6.7k words
Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Domestic, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Past Suicidal Thoughts & Self Harm [ pls read tags for further possible triggers / content warnings ]
[ READ ONLY ON AO3 ]
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Comments From Readers ✨️
What a beautiful, lovely, heartwarming fic. The way you weave together words to create such tender imagery is incredible, I could starkly feel each emotion and intent. Truly amazing! Thank you for writing and sharing this. ♥ - PanicParade
A fic in which, Taehyung finds himself wanting to comfort his distressed and anxious traveling companion, Jimin. And, in hopes of doing so, asks him to dance.
Vmin
4.2k words
Runways, Comfort, First Kiss, Slow Dancing
[ READ ONLY ON A03 ]
[ FEATURED MUSIC ]
Comments From Readers ✨️
oh, what soft and sweet babies this vmin are 🥺 i looooved the imagery you weaved through this story - all the colors and sensations and emotions, especially the paragraph that began with, "Taehyung suddenly wishes to say goodbye to his good-natured friends in the night sky." Such a beautiful, tender little story. Thank you so much for writing and sharing it 💖💖💖 - etacarina
The story felt so intimate, almost as though I was witnessing a moment only to be shared between the two people involved. The way they took care of one another, whether by cheering the other up when they felt sad or could not stop overthinking, or physically when Jimin catches Tae and accidentally gets hurt in the process himself. Their first kiss was so lovely too, and I want to cry/scream/smile/all of the aforementioned at how these two wonderful people have found a home in one another. Stunning story and stunning writing... Will definitely come back to read this again and again! - hotchocolatae
