hollandlolland asked: Prompt: Finn/Poe taking Rey to a green planet bc she loves that shit but they're not flora/fauna experts so when she starts trying weird stuff (running through the bush, trying to figure out what's edible, etc) they don't know what to do
Yes, absolutely, Rey on green planets is my new favorite thing. Also, if you didn’t expect this to be pre-OT3, you should have. Also, this is my first time writing these three, so be gentle with me.
“Oh, Force,” Rey breathed, turning on her heel, neck craned back and mouth open in delight. The trees towered over the Falcon, the sunlight filtering green-gold through the leaves and dappling the ship and its passengers in faint shadows. Poe watched her spin, her arms out and her head thrown back, and tried not to think too much. “Look at them! How do they get so big without falling over?” she asked, looking at Poe with wide, curious eyes.
He grinned, hands stuffed in the pockets of his new jacket–he’d gotten his old one repaired while Finn was in a coma, and the swathe of red material replacing the lightsaber damage had made the ex-Trooper beam at him. “Hey, I’m a flyboy, not a botanist. I don’t pay attention to trees unless they’re in my way.”
“Finn,” Rey said, eyes crinkled in her widest smile, darting over and snatching Finn’s hand to pull him toward the trees. Finn went without a fight, his fingers closing over her palm, and shot Poe a grin of his own that made Poe feel a little like he’d just taken a loop in his fighter. “Look at all this green! How much water do you think this planet needs to stay like this?” She dropped Finn’s hand and darted up to the closest tree, pressing her hand to its broad trunk. “It’s rough! Are all trees this rough?”
“Most of them,” Poe said, wandering after them as BB-8 shot past him to Rey’s heels. “Abandoned by my own astromech,” he told a bush. “There’s no loyalty these days.”
“Do you have trees like this on Yavin IV?” Finn asked, turning to look at Poe curiously as Rey wandered deeper into the trees, pressing her palms to their bark. Finn still moved a little stiffly, adjusting to the mechanical implants repairing the damage done by Ren’s lightsaber, but he said firmly that he was in no pain, and that the implants didn’t bother him.
“Um, we have a different climate,” Poe said. “Hotter, wetter. Not a lot of deciduous trees on a jungle moon.”
“There are different kinds of trees for different kinds of planets?” Rey asked, bouncing back to them. Poe felt that full-system lurch again, looking at her bright smile and sun-freckled skin. “Are there desert trees? Or ice trees? Do they have trees on Hoth?”
Poe tipped his head to the side in a noncommittal sort of way, ticking the answers off on his fingers. “Desert trees, sort of, ice trees, not really, Hoth trees, not that I know of.”
“No trees on Hoth,” Finn confirmed, and Rey shot him a curious look. “We were expected to know a lot of minutia about the last war,” he said with a shrug, ducking his head. He was always apologetic when he discussed the First Order, and Poe couldn’t tell if it was because he felt like he should apologize for his past or because he felt old guilt for telling their secrets, or some combination of both. He bumped Finn with a shoulder and waited for the younger man to look at him.
“That’s pretty handy, buddy,” Poe said, flashing Finn a wide smile and waiting for him to return it, hesitant. “Y’know, if you’re curious about it, ask the General, she’ll talk about how much she hates Hoth for hours.”
Finn’s smile broadened, his eyes brightening. “That was years ago.”
“She holds a grudge. So,” he said, bobbing on his toes and looking at the others, “do you want to wander around the forest or walk to the lake?”
“There’s a lake?” Rey asked, eyes widening. Poe hid another amused grin, wondering what she was picturing–Rey’s concepts of bodies of water were pretty strange, even more so after her trip to Ahch-To. “Can we go there?”
“Yeah, it’s just…” Poe looked around and BB-8 beeped from the ground.
“What was that, BB?” Finn asked, narrowing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the Binary.
<Half a klick west, Sneaky Bastard,> BB-8 whistled cheerfully.
“You gotta give Finn a new designation,” Poe said, trying to look disapproving, and Finn laughed. “Come on, man, Finn, it’s not hard.”
Rey giggled as she bounded away. “It’s an improvement over the first one,” she called. She managed a good replication of BB-8′s first designation for Finn, and the droid gleefully repeated it.
<Designation: Coat-Stealing Bantha Fucker has been replaced with Designation: Sneaky Bastard,> BB-8 announced as they rolled after Rey. Poe groaned and scrubbed a hand down his face.
“I don’t know enough Binary to understand that first one,” Finn said. “And Rey says she’s not going to translate it for me.”
“I should never have let BB-8 hang around the scavenger droids,” Poe muttered. “Their language is worse than mine.”
“R2′s gonna make BB’s language worse than ever, I don’t know where he learned all that.” Rey’s voice floated back through the trees, laughing, and Poe felt a dumb smile spread over his face. Finn’s teeth flashed in a grin as he laced his fingers through Poe’s–Poe stomped down on a blush, he was a grown-ass man, he was not going to turn into a kriffing Academy kid over a pair of pretty young things. Even if they were as pretty as Rey and Finn. Finn didn’t seem to notice his moment of internal struggle, pulling him after Rey and BB-8 with a laugh.
The trees gave way to low growth, shrubs and wildflowers and grasses, near the lakeside. Rey nearly shrieked in delight at the discovery of a patch of flowers in a shade of brilliant red, dotted here and there with the tiny light blue blooms that practically infested this system.
“They come in colors!” she cried, and Poe made a mental note to get Rey out more. This was their first free day since Finn regained full function and Rey brought back a very reluctant Jedi master, but he could probably trade some favors to get her a few flowers to keep on the base.
She plunged into the wildflowers with all the glee of a trainee in an X-Wing for the first time, dropping to her knees to take a deep breath and beam. “Oh wow, they smell incredible.” And she plucked a petal off the nearest flower and popped it into her mouth.
“Uh, Rey,” Poe yelped, dragging Finn after him as he hurried over. “Maybe don’t eat the local fauna until we know if it’s toxic, yeah?”
“I’m not dying,” Rey said with a shrug, swallowing the petal.
“Please?” Poe asked, feeling his heart rate start to slow. “I don’t wanna be the one to explain to the General how you got what-the-kriff-ever poisoning on a remote moon in a backwater system.”
“All right,” she agreed cheerfully, and Finn grinned, bouncing forward to join her in the flowers. “Come on, Poe, come sit with us,” she said, and Poe drifted forward helplessly, folding his legs up beneath him. He was close enough for Rey to bump her bony shoulder against his, for Finn’s knee to knock into his hip. Rey was gathering an armful of scarlet flowers with care, their petals perfectly unbruised and their long stems green and crisp.
“Here, I can show you how to make a wreath,” Poe offered once he’d gotten his breathing under control. Rey eagerly shoved the flowers at him and he showed the two of them how to plait the stems together into a thick braid littered with blooms. “My mother showed me how to do it when I was little,” he said, tucking the ends of the braid together and tossing the wreath carelessly around BB-8.
<How do I look?> BB-8 asked, rolling back and forth and directing their visual port down to the wreath.
“The red and orange clash a bit, but you look very dashing,” Rey assured BB-8 as she began her own, some blue mixed in with the red. Finn shrugged out of his jacket, stripping down to his black undershirt and stretching out in the sun with a smile. Poe only froze for a moment when Finn pillowed his head on his thigh, long-lashed eyes fluttering closed as Finn turned his face up to the sky. He let the ex-Trooper get comfortable, and carefully wove a collection of the little blue flowers together with a green-gold grass.
Poe was so focused on his project–and on not thinking too much about Finn on his lap and Rey inches from his shoulder–that he almost jumped out of his skin when Rey’s new wreath dropped onto Finn’s head. Finn cracked an eye open and grinned, reaching up to adjust the crown out of his face. It was a nicely crafted wreath, particularly for a first attempt. Poe smiled and neatly wove the ends of his own together, setting it on Rey’s head in turn, two of her hair buns caught in the middle and the third offering a convenient prop to hold up her new headdress. Rey reached up to touch it in surprise and Poe leaned back on his hand, taking Finn’s example and turning his face up to feel the sunlight. When he looked back down, Rey had started another wreath, all in red, the flowers twining themselves together in midair as she stared at them, eyes narrowed.
“Is that the appropriate use for the ancient and mystical Force?” Poe asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“It is until Master Skywalker starts teaching me,” Rey said, and the crown drifted over to settle on Poe’s head, the thick braid of red flowers soft against his skin. “There,” she said, satisfied. “Now we all match.”
Poe reached up to touch the crown and smiled as she lay down, her head resting on Finn’s chest, just below his ribs. Her hand reached out and patted Poe lazily on the knee.
“Come on, flyboy,” she mumbled. “We can go be heroes of the Resistance again after a nap.”
