Like I said, I don’t like it much. I still hope and believe Finn will be awesome and central, but yeah, I do think this is the sort of shit this franchise would pull.
It makes sense given the marketing. If this is the story, I could see a portion of the GA pulling away a la Olafs Frozen Adventure, and there would be some backlash. Right now especially there is a general distaste for fascism right now at least in America because of Trump. We are super sensitive to it because its all around, so this kind of ‘twist’ would not sit right with many people, even if they werent able to articulate it.
And they would deserve every bit of the backlash. Heck, whether they go with this sort of thing or not, Rian already deserves all the flak he gets for his furious fascist fellatio.
A birthday fic for @scorpiofinn. Bittersweet Finnpoe.
There are nights, even long after the war is over, where Finn still finds himself haunted by ghosts from the pasts. Ghosts of those that died, by his hand or by others, as well as ghosts of those who lived. Many times the last ones are the hardest ones to live with.
Sometimes he can see the reflection of ghosts in Poe’s eyes too and knows that Poe can see them in his, both the ones they share and the one that belong to each of them alone. Then Poe will lean in a plant a soft kiss on Finn’s lips, wrap an arm around him and hug him close. It doesn’t make the ghosts vanish, but it does make their voices fainter.
On other nights, fear of those who stole his childhood and tried to make him a weapon harry him. Though the First Order is long since destroyed the wounds that they left in him lingers still and on those nights the pain of them can feel like a living thing, itching beneath his skin and the need to act, to move, is overwhelming.
These nights give him little rest, leaving him pacing back and forth, filled with restless energy that nothing can disperse.
He sees Poe’s worried glances on these nights. Notices how his husband’s eyes will linger on him a little too long, the anxiousness in them barely hidden when Finn tells him to go to bed, that he’d stay up ‘just a little bit longer’, words they both know for the lie they are.
But they also both know that there is nothing Poe can do to help on such nights and that him being up will just add to Finn’s burden. So Poe always dutifully goes to bed, though judging by the dark circles that will be under his eyes the next morning Finn doubts he gets more sleep than him.
And then there are night like tonight. Where the air feels warm and the sky is clear, the stars shining like a thousand tiny, welcoming lanterns against its pitch-black backdrop and Finn feels so light he could fly away if Poe wasn’t holding him so lovingly. Where Finn drowns in honey-sweet kisses and gentle caresses, and where the light in Poe’s eyes as he looks at Finn is just as bright as the light in Finn’s heart.
On those nights when they fall asleep curled around each other, both sated, content and basking in the afterglow of sex, a feeling of love and safety is shared between them. As he drifts off, his head nestled on Poe’s shoulder,
It could have two meanings: Finn is force-sensitive and is using the Force; or John is simulating a previous encounter where he twisted Rian’s nipple to remind him to include the scene of Finn being force-sensitive and using the Force.
But why would John twist Rian’s nipple when I’m so much more deserving
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