─ ℱɪɴɴ.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇 𝙎𝘾𝙐𝙈 !

[─ ℱɪɴɴ. @VigorousVim]

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐌 !

─ Returning FN-2187, Finn.
── Authored by #ᴬᶰᵒᵐᵃᶫʸ.

[─ ℱɪɴɴ. @VigorousVim]

||: My appearances are going to be sporadic for the next couple days and I probably won’t get much writing done. Bear with me. It won’t last.

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He’d like to chime in by saying that Poe is perf—

—ectly tolerable the way he is.

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@OfScavenger @resistanceborne Now it’s Finn’s turn to just stop and stare. He gradually closes the gap between them, not entirely sure how to proceed from there.

His hugs were usually limited to one person at a time.

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Have no fear, Finn is here.
“Mhm?”

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Ever so gracefully flops onto the timeline face first.
“Give me five more minutes.”

[─ ℱɪɴɴ. @VigorousVim]

@resistanceborne -- will go a long way.

He feels a pull — almost as strong in magnitude as that of gravity’s —, and decides not to fight it any longer. He promptly leans forward, reducing the distance between them exponentially.

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@resistanceborne Maroon eyes meet Poe’s the instant calloused palms surround his face, virtually holding him in place. Mesmerized by his gaze, Finn’s not one to shy away from the eye contact.

The former trooper may be inexperienced in the field of kissing but he’s trusting his instincts --

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@resistanceborne -- the simple, yet undeniable power of human contact, one maybe both of them had been in short supply of.

“That’s what friends are for.”

Back at it again with the platitudes.
A good-tempered smile plastered across his face, he succumbed to silence.

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@resistanceborne Finn wasted no time in returning the act of endearment, brawny appendages enfolding him in an instant embrace. Even though it lasted no longer than a hot minute, he was in no rush to pull back — instead taking in every second of that fleeting moment. There was no denying --

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He envelopes her in a snug embrace, either arm coiled around her figure.

“I’ve been good—better now you’re here.”
Cue a cheeky grin.

“How about you?” https://t.co/P5L7Pwu4y7

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@MasochisticWit A brow quirks at the sight of the figure approaching.
This was unexpected — Finn’s not used to garnering male attention. But in the holiday spirit, he’ll take it.

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@OfScavenger It’s never too late for a Christmas miracle.

A crimson-colored string tied around his neck in what appears to be an attempt at a bowtie, he moves into her line of sight.

“Merry belated Christmas.”

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@excitavit -- his imagination that would evaporate before his eyes if he kept them shut longer than two seconds at a time.

“How about you? You haven’t told much about your trip.”

He didn’t mean to snoop, but it was bound to be addressed sooner or later.

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@excitavit -- that effect on him.

“I’m fine,” he nodded as if to back the statement, auburn eyes locked onto hers. He wasn’t quite used to her being back just yet; the former stormtrooper dreaded to close his eyes in case she was nothing but a figment of --

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@excitavit -- had made the first step toward reconciling after her return to the Resistance base — or the little that was left of it.

“Rey,” the male greeted, his lips instantly curving upwards into a broad smile. The mere sight of her safe and sound had --

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@excitavit -- he’d ever experienced.

So it was only natural that the thought of reuniting with her occupied his conscious mind after he came to — drowning out all else, his common sense included. What made no sense whatsoever was the fact neither of them --

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@excitavit -- crash landing to Jakku and crossing paths with a certain scavenger who, like him, had been thrusted into the war by a series of coincidences — and an orange BB-unit. He’d grown fond of her, and that fondness had given him courage like nothing --

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@excitavit -- intact; each victory, however small, fueled the fire inside his ribcage urging him to keep fighting for his adopted cause.

And in the center of it all was force more powerful than hatred, love. Finn hadn’t experienced affection, not before --

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@excitavit Ever since deserting the First Order in order to join the ranks of the Resistance, Finn’s life had been a constant fight for survival — and he hadn’t made it out entirely unscathed. But through every ordeal his keen sense of optimism remained --