I am very much of the opinion that prompts/general ideas for stories  are not something you can say ‘no this belongs to me’ anyway  because there is no new idea under the sun but in case you were wondering please anyone who wants to write as many princess poe fics as your heart desires although tbh what *I* really want to read is Princess Finn  THINK ABOUT IT TAKEN FROM A FAMILY HE’LL NEVER KNOW  RAISED TO DO ONE THING but what if he was like taken from a ROYAL FAMILY as some kind of IDK punishment and then they see his face on holovids about the Heroes of the Resistance  and are like OUR BABY IS ALIVE and descend on the resistance base with like tiaras and scepters and are like WHERE IS THE ONE THEY CALL meanwhile Poe and Rey are like saaaaaaaaaay what now? it’d be great (via leupagus)

Apparently I’m going to be a broken record in this fandom and it’s all your fault:

When Finn got back from his latest mission, the General was waiting for him.

“Finn, you have…an unusual visitor,” she said. Finn looked at Poe, who could usually translate for Finn in situations like this, but Poe looked just as lost.

“What kind of unusual visitor?”

“The kind with an official diplomatic brief from the Chanji system.”

“Wow,” Poe said. “You don’t see those types out here very often.”

“Chanji system?” Finn asked plaintively.

“Really, really disgustingly wealthy planetary system. They had exclusive gem trading rights with the Hapes Consortium for years. Famous for their artists. Not really the type of people who’d associate with guerilla scum like us,” Poe added with a grin.

“Sounds like a real party,” Finn said. “What do they want with me?”

“Their representative refused to discuss the matter with little old me,” the General drawled. “So I stuck him in the old pilot ready room to wait.”

Poe winced. “The one with the droch infestation?”

“What droch infestation?” The General said innocently.

Finn made a face. He couldn’t just abandon someone to that, no matter how rude they’d been to the General. “Yeah, okay, let’s get this over with. Find out what the guy wants.”

****

“Wait, you think I’m a <i>what</i>?”

“Prince Royal Teneveld IV, who went missing twenty years ago during a First Order attack on a planet that Queen Betham, who was then only Princess Royal, was visiting. No remains were ever found, and so the royal family has continued to search for their lost son in hopes of bringing him home.” The advocate took a moment away from looking primly disgusted by the ready room to look extremely skeptical instead.

“And you think Finn is this….Prince Teneveld?” Poe asked, a terrible, delighted grin spreading across his face. Finn elbowed him in the ribs, but Poe just winked at him.

“According to the terms of the trust left by Dowager Queen Maris, we are required to investigate all possible leads in this matter,” the advocate droned. “We received a communication that Mr….Finn here might be a candidate.”

Poe, who seemed to be following all this better than Finn, asked, “Wait, who tipped you off that Finn might be your guy?”

The advocate shuffled his datapads. “Ahem. Maz Kanata, of Takodana.” He pronounced it <i>Mazz</i>.

“Maz?” Finn said. “She didn’t even like me.” There had been that whole creepy staring-at-his-eyes thing, though. But that was ridiculous, you couldn’t recognize long lost royalty by looking at someone’s eyes. And Finn’s were just plain old brown, anyway. Nothing special.

The advocate blinked, slowly, and Finn got the impression he didn’t like Finn either. Finn crossed his arms defensively. “Fine, whatever. Just test my blood and get out of here.”

The advocate pricked Finn’s finger with a little device, then stood looking increasingly bored as it ticked away, processing the DNA scan. Poe nudged against Finn’s back with his shoulder, and Finn relaxed a little. He always felt better with someone at his back, even in stupid non-combat situations like this.

The little device finally trilled and stopped ticking, and the advocate turned it over to check the result. He stared at it for a long moment, expressionless, then blinked.

“Oh fuck,” the man said. “You’re actually him.”

SCREAMING