Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

shadowmaat:

tora42:

brak666:

FN-2187 walked into a detention cell and removed a high level prisoner by saying, “Kylo Ren sent me” and none of the guards even thought to call and verify it. He then marched that prisoner through the corridors of a Star Destroyer and into a fighter bay passed a gaggle of officers and no one batted an eye.

But go on and tell me how Finn was just a janitor.

oh but now i’ve been thinking about this!

ok 1.) finn in before the awakening is literally at the top of his class, like phasma’s only beef with this dude is that he’s got too much empathy but other than that he’s a+ officer material in logistics, combat training, marksmanship, leadership, the whole shebang. so he’s probably trusted to know his shit and do his job. so if fn-2187 says ren wants the prisoner, then ren wants the prisoner. that makes perfect sense.

now the hangar tho, here me out: finn using the force. unconsciously, but we know jedi can pass unseen when they want/need to, and he’s so desperate to not get caught he’s probably thinking okay stay calm stay calm nothing to see here just a trooper trasnporting a prisoner nothing unusual here and it WORKS.

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Anonymous asked: Rey and Poe teaching Finn how to shoot, "Guys I already know how to shoot a target, I was a stormtrooper," No, you learnt how to miss a target, you're not a storm trooper anymore so you should be able to hit a target now."

suzukiblu:

Finn’s like *long silence* 

*checks blaster* 

*rapid-fire shoots literally ALL THE TARGETS dead-center*

“They’d check our blasters to make sure we’d fired them, but they couldn’t check to make sure we’d actually hit something,” he says, looking at the blaster again and then just shrugging. “Also, I had the top score in my class every session.” 

Rey and Poe will, um–be in their bunks. 

wake-up-finn:

There’s something about the way Finn said “That’s the only name they ever gave me” that breaks my heart. He sounded so resigned, so nonplussed, so matter of fact–as if Poe had asked the time, Finn had given it, and Poe seemed confused, to which Finn just shrugged and replied “that’s what the clock says.” He didn’t sound sad or particularly broken up about it and I realized it’s probably because he didn’t know what was stolen from him.  

Of course Finn knew what families were and that some people got to grow up with them. He understood what parents and siblings were. He knew enough of the concept of friendship to want it. But these were all things he’d never had and knew he’d never have. So, Finn pushed them from his mind. 

Since birth, Finn was told that he could never change his circumstances. So, what was the point of complaining, he reasoned. Why wallow? His hand had been dealt and so he worked to play his cards to the best of his ability. 

Because Finn isn’t self-involved. Finn doesn’t pity himself. Finn is selfless, almost to a fault.  

That is why it was never anything the First Order did to him that made Finn decide to leave. It was what the FO did to others: the teammates they told him to leave behind, the innocents they ordered him to kill, the teammates they led to slaughter. 

That is why every new experience and person is so precious to Finn. He’s discovering the life he never had–the person he wasn’t allowed to be. And he greets each new discovery, not with an understandable sadness borne of deprivation, but with the wide-eyed enthusiasm of exploration.  

A nickname? He’s always wanted one. Tries it on. Finds he likes it. 

A pilot. A friend? Gone too soon. Finn clings to the only remaining piece of him. 

A scavenger. A look. One he’s never seen before but is immediately determined not to lose. 

A reunion. He runs to it.  Embraces it. 

A righteous battle. Innocents to defend. He dares Death to come get it. 

When Finn awakens, he’ll find Rey, friendship, love, family, a future. All the things he thought he’d lost. Finn will embrace each new revelation the way Finn always does: not with the sadness of “this is what I missed,” but with the joy of “look at what I’ve found.” 

No, it’s fine, I didn’t need to function today.

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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.”

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outpastthemoat:

Everyone says stormtroopers can’t shoot.

Poe’s heard it for years. It’s a joke he hears in the barracks, in the war rooms; it’s the first joke they tell the new recruits: Don’t worry, buddy, stormtroopers can’t shoot.  Stormtroopers couldn’t hit the Death Star if they were in its orbit. Stormtroopers couldn’t hit a rancour in a closet.  We’ll come back safe and sound, his friends say as a farewell, we’ll be fine: You know that stormtroopers can’t shoot.

Stormtroopers can’t shoot, they say, but Poe knows it’s not true, because he’s standing here with Finn’s hand on his arm and Finn is looking at him with such goodness in his eyes and saying he’s here to rescue him, Poe Dameron, and Poe knows in that instant that everything everyone’s ever said about stormtroopers is wrong, all wrong, because here is Finn, wearing his goodness shining all over him like shining armour, and it hits Poe right in the heart.

They say stormtroopers can’t shoot, but here is Finn in the copilot’s seat of their TIE, his back pressed against Poe’s, and they are working in tandem like they’ve done this for years, like they’ve trained together and fought together and sweated together, felt each other’s fear and tasted glory together, like they have been fighting on the same side all along. Here is Finn, aiming to kill, taking a shot at the institution that told him he was nothing but a number and a pair of arms meant for holding guns.  He’s a good shot, someone you’d want by your side in a furball.  Someone you’d want by your side, through thick and thin.

They say stormtroopers can’t shoot, but here is Finn, fighting for what he believes in, rushing to save the ones he loves, and when he sees Finn, ready to race after his friend no matter where it will take him, it is then that Poe knows he wants it for himself: Finn’s devotion, his loyalty, his love.  This is it.  This is all he wants.  He wants Finn fighting for him.   

Here is Finn, doing what he believes to be right, and Poe’s always had a type, anyone could tell you; he has fallen in love with stories of knights and warriors, the ones who fight for justice and peace, and here is Poe, still reeling from Finn’s dark eyes and careful hands, and he never had a chance, he’s a standing target, and Finn’s aim is true.

Here is Finn, smiling right at him, and It hits Poe right in the heart.

It’s instant, it’s fatal, and they say stormtroopers can’t shoot.

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