#jedistorm fanfic

[flilisskywalker]

Hey, everyone. After spending many months writing it. It’s finally here! <3 My second FinnRey fanfic <3 ENJOY IT

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finn/Rey (Star Wars), Finn & Rey (Star Wars) Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, Force Visions (Star Wars), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Drinking, Drunk Rey (Star Wars), Drunk Finn (Star Wars), Pain, Grief/Mourning Series: Part 2 of When Finn Met Rey... Summary:

When Finn visited Oiloont for the first time, he was on a mission with Poe to collect supplies. He was enchanted by it. The diversity of people, the bars, and of course, the way the sky became purple at night. Rey would love all of this. He thought. He couldn't wait to finally take her there.

It seems the time had arrived, but she had no idea. He had only told her he would take her to a place where they could take a break from "serious matters" and that it would be a surprise. She traveled blindfolded, but Finn gave her a hint: "It's a place I wanted you to know for a long time."

"That's difficult. There are many places you want me to know." - she smirked.

[teamstevesass]

(I see) my future in your eyes (1/?)

Summary: An ensuing saga of cute and adorable married Finn and Rey, starting from the beginning of their marriage.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: 1885

Notes: takes place in the nearish future of the sequel trilogies. 

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Many people dream of their wedding when they're young - the dress, the flowers, the venue, the groom - and Rey isn't excluded from this. It had always been her favorite thing to think of, because every time, no matter how different the vision, she was always off Jakku. None of the details mattered, so long as she was with people she loved and loved her in return, and they weren't on the desolate desert planet where she was forced to grow up.

As she grew older, the snippets of gossip grew dirtier, more mature, and more detailed. People stopped watching their mouths - not they ever worried about it too much before - and Rey started understanding more and more about the world. For example, her wedding night got added into her fantasies of weddings.

However, no matter how many times she envisioned it, dreamt it, planned it, Rey had never thought her wedding night would end with her on the bathroom floor after an extensive round of puking up everything she'd eaten in the past week. In fact, this event had never crossed her mind. Ever. Being sick on the happiest day of her life had never been a question.

Yet, here she is, head hunched over the toilet as Finn - her new husband she should be ravishing instead of puking on - holds her hair and offers soft words of comfort.

“Let it all out,” he's saying, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades. “It's okay. I'm here. It’s alright.”

When the bout of sickness seems to be over, at least for the moment, Rey lets her head fall against the cold toilet bowl, basking in the relief it gives her, no matter how temporary.

“This is just my luck,” she groans, holding her stomach as it rolls again. “The day I've dreamed of for so long, and I come down with the most miserable virus that wants to make me its home.”

Finn hums in agreement, but not before Rey notices his slight hesitation.

She frowns, suspicious. “Tell me. You shouldn't keep secrets from your wife.”

“It's just - what if it's not a virus?” Finn suggests with the shrug of his shoulder and a doubtful look.

“Food poisoning? I suppose it's possible.” There had been that questionable appetizer Chewie had insisted be put on the menu, but wouldn’t she have felt the effects sooner than six hours later?

“Well, maybe, but - Rey, think. You're nauseous, exhausted, and haven't had your monthly in three months. It's entirely possible you're -”

“No,” she denies, shaking her head. “I can't be. Can I? We were careful!”

“Except for that time on Corellia,” he reminds her.

All the blood drains from Rey’s face as the realization sinks in. There had been a mission on Corellia, one that had required Rey’s Jedi skills and Finn’s knowledge of First Order military tactics, and there's a chance they had gotten a little caught up in the moment of having a private hotel room.

“What about my shots?” she asks, but it’s a last ditch effort. Finn wouldn’t have brought this up if it were still a variable. “It's meant to prevent this!”

“I didn't want to say anything until I knew a bit more, but somehow the new batch of shots were less effective than promised. With the luck we have, it's entirely possible.”

Rey hopes it's not. They've been married for seven - eight? - hours, and there's still a war going on. And her Jedi training! How can she become a Jedi master when she has to run after a toddler all the time? People would suggest sticking Finn on toddler-watching duty, but that’s not fair to him. Why should she continue working when Finn’s job is just as valuable to the Resistance as her training?

But then an image pops into her mind; it’s her and Finn, only slightly older, sitting on the shore of the nearby lake, pointing out constellations to a young girl with Finn’s dark, curly hair, and the same bright smile. Somehow, she already knows who this is - feels a pull to the child as though they’re connected. Perhaps by the Force, or maybe it’s a mother-daughter connection.

Another scene replaces the first one. This time, she and Finn are in a large city - somewhere on Coruscant? - with some of their friends from the Resistance. Kids are running around the apartment, laughing and screaming with joy. Banners reading ‘Happy Birthday’ and matching balloons swallow the apartment with their bright colours, and Rey can safely assume that she’s in attendance of a child’s birthday party. There are no clear indicators, but she knows the child being celebrated is her own. (And that at least one party guest is from the Dameron clan, because damn if that kid isn’t the most confident five year old she’s ever seen. Or maybe they’re a Pava. Oh god, she hopes it isn’t both!)

The scene changes again, this time with a clear focus on two kids, both looking so similar Rey swears the younger is a clone who just hasn’t aged as quickly as the first. They’re both ten feet from the ground, sitting on a low-hanging branch of a tree on Yavin IV. A quick look around gives every indication that this is the Force Tree given to Shara Bey by Luke Skywalker all those years ago. (Also, it’s humming with power, and she knows of few trees that can do that.) Rey hears a muffled shout from Finn - something about keeping safe - before he approaches her and places a hand on her bulging stomach. (A third child?) He smiles warmly, and she seemingly falls in love with him all over again.

Soon, the images rotate through faster and faster, until Rey can only catch glimpses of what’s to come. It’s dizzying yet exhilarating, and Rey finds herself wanting more .

Once the visions end, however, she knows it’s for the best. The future is a finicky thing, and knowing too much can change everything. Besides, if her life follows this path, she’ll be able to experience the joy all over again.

She smiles softly, hand going to her abdomen, from where there’s the tiniest Force signature she’s ever felt: their child. “We do tend to have some wonderful luck.”

The next morning, all of Rey’s sickness seems to have passed, so she accompanies Finn down to the mess hall. Despite the usually busy hour, few people occupy the many tables, and it doesn’t take either very long to guess how many of their friends are nursing nasty hangovers. (There had been quite a lot of drinking the night before on their friend’s parts. Finn and Rey, of course, knew they wanted to remember their wedding, and had half a glass of some rare sparkling Alderaanian wine each.)

Halfway through their meal, Poe and Jessika saunter in, far too smug for what should be an extremely hungover Best Man and Maid of Honor, and sit themselves down beside the happy - and confused - couple.

“How are the two lovebirds this morning?” Jess asks, waggling her eyebrows.

“How are you two not dying of alcohol poisoning?” Finn retorts, obviously avoiding the question. “I saw how much you drank last night. You finished two entire bottles of Corellian whiskey. Each.”

Jess shrugs, grinning smugly. “I'm just that good.”

“And I think the better question is, why did Beebee see you two leaving the medcenter this morning?” Poe asks, poking his fork at them accusatorily.

Finn and Rey share a look that speaks a thousand words. As soon as they'd woken up, a trip to see Doc Kalonia had been in order. Although, really, it just confirmed everything they already knew. The thing is, Rey's not quite three months along, and Kalonia suggested waiting another week or so to tell people, just in case something happens, and neither are sure what to do.

“Damn, it's been twelve hours and they already have married people telepathy!” Jess loudly whispers to Poe. “Or maybe it's the force. Serious question, can you use your Jedi powers to talk to people through their minds? Or can you just read minds?”

“No, we can't talk with our minds,” Rey chuckles. Sadly, Finn’s force sensitivity isn’t enough to warrant him dropping everything to become a Jedi - not yet, at least, not while the war is still on-going  - so most Force-related things in their relationship are strictly one-way. “It's just, we have some news that we shouldn't share yet, but it's really great news that we really want to share.”

“Whatever this is, you can tell me. I am the greatest secret keeper on this base. Like, did you know that Poe had a massive crush on Kaydel when she first joined?”

“Jessika!” Poe hisses. “That was a secret!”

“That I never said out loud until now. I lasted five years, and I could’ve told Snap four years ago. So, I believe you are looking for the words ‘thank you’. Go on, say them.”

Poe huffs. “I am not thanking you for telling that secret! Next thing I know, the entire base will know about us because you’re trying to prove another point!” He exclaims as a mass of pilots, technicians, and Command staff push open the doors.

The entire mess falls silent. Even the cooks have stopped, spatulas and knives hanging in midair. No one moves for ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, as they all stare at the four friends.

Until Finn starts yelling, breaking the silence. “I kriffing knew it! I knew there was something between you two!”

Jessika smacks Poe’s arm. “Look what you did, Dameron. I would just like to say, for the record, that I said nothing! This is all Poe’s fault.”

“Worst kept secret of the Resistance, really,” Rey adds around a mouthful of brown mush.

“Speaking of secrets, care to share yours?” asks Poe.

Damn, Rey had been hoping they’d forgotten about it. Now, they have two options: tell their friends a week early and pray they can keep their mouths shut until Rey can at least talk to Luke and Leia, or make them wait until they fill out the official paperwork.

Rey knows they should wait, but there’s only a week left until Dr. Kalonia says the chances of losing the baby decrease exponentially, and she really wants to share this exciting time with her friends. And so, with one final look to Finn, she makes a decision.

“I’m pregnant.”

Jessika makes a noise resembling that of an X-Wing gearing up for take-off, and Rey sees multiple people jump, ready to step in and administer medical care or chop a finger off with the knife hidden in their boot. In the few seconds it takes Rey to recover from . . . whatever the hell that noise was, Jess has jumped over the table and wrapped her arms around the Jedi.

“I’m so happy for you! This is so exciting!” Jess screeches, squeezing Rey with her arms.

“Congratulations buddy,” Poe says, much more calmly. “I’m really happy for you both.”

Finn grabs Rey’s hand, glances down at their intertwined fingers, and looks back up with a grin. “We’re really happy too.”

[falllpoutboy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Finn/Rey (Star Wars), Finn & Rey (Star Wars), Poe Dameron & Finn & Rey Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Chewbacca (Star Wars) Additional Tags: based on the tv spot for the rise of skywalker, Kylo Ren and Rey Are Related, Force-Sensitive Finn (Star Wars), Stormtrooper Rebellion, Finnrey, author clearly overestimated herself bc here i am again, Action & Romance, Mentions of Kylo Ren, self indulgent plot estimating Summary:

Rey takes a big chance and Finn will always be there for her. Based off the new tv spot for The Rise of Skywalker.

Happy finnrey friday! @finnreyfridays

[rosered282]

When you’re a multi shipper and you realize you’re gonna have to deal with some of your ships being canon and others not

[serceleste]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finn/Rey (Star Wars) Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Food, Teasing Series: Part 8 of February Challenge Fics Summary:

During a celebratory meal following a successful mission, Finn and Rey discover that not all new food is actually good food.

[nemling]

Hey nemling how do you spell reylo in Japanese? :O

Hey anon!As I said before, we don’t usually transcribe foreign names in Kanji, so we spell reylo just as レイロ.BTW interestingly our way of naming ship is quite different from yours.We usually name a ship taking letters from their names( mostly the initial 2 letters), just connecting them and shortening it into 3-or-4-syllable word, like SasuSaku(サスサク). Cassian x Jyn pairing is always called CassiJyn or JynCassi（ジンキャシ）, not rebelcaptain and Baze x Chirrut is called BayChia（ベイチア）, not spiritassassin.In this way, in the early days some of us used to call reylo as ReyRen（レイレン）but it’s not the case now.

So, what we need to know first when searching for fanarts or fanfics on Tumblr is how the ship is called in English and that often takes time a bit. We’re sometimes impressed by your witty sense of ship naming(like stormpilot or jedistorm etc.), while ours is simply connecting each name! Interesting! :D

[flilisskywalker]

Writing another FinnRey one-shot, everyone :) 

This time I’m gonna dive into Finn’s mind. I’m excited :) 

[teamstevesass]

love means letting go (1/2)

Summary: ““I don’t have to leave,” he says, but there’s a longing in his voice, a regret in the words. She shakes her head, unwilling to let him suffer for her happiness. “Yes, you do.” He sighs. “Yeah, I do.”” - Finn is graduating, and Rey knows she has to let him go.

Rated: G

Words: 774

notes: angsty high shool au!

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“Congratulations to the class of 2017!” Poe cheers into the microphone, and the 300 identical black caps are thrown into the air.

Through the crowd, Rey can see Finn hugging everyone around him, laughing and cheering with a giddy joy. A faint smile pushes at her lips, but her eyes watch with a bittersweet sadness. He's done high school now, off to better and bigger things, while she stays another year. He's moving to Toronto, while she stays back home. He's leaving her behind, while she's helplessly watching him go.

Since he announced his plans, since he ran into her house screaming because his acceptance letter had arrived, Rey has been dreading this moment. She's tried her damndest to be happy, to be proud, because she really, truly is.

But.

Toronto is forever away. A different province, a different time zone, a different place; one she can't afford to travel to, and one he can't afford to leave. There's Christmas, possibly spring break. Thanksgiving, if she's lucky. Maybe he'll come back home after exams, or maybe he'll stay. Find a job, an apartment. A life.

All away from her.

The band strikes up another round of Pomp and Circumstance while the teachers file out, followed by the grads. Rey tries to push her way to the front of the crowd but it's jam-packed and she's too skinny to push fifty people out of her way. Defeated, she resigns to stumbling along with the crowd, moving slower than cold molasses in Antarctica. He'll be knee-deep in congratulations and photo ops by the time she gets to him, probably so exhausted he'll want to nap instead of having dinner with her, and it hurts to know this, but she stiffens her upper lip and follows the crowd to the lobby.

She will not cry. She cannot cry. This is what Finn wants. This is Finn’s dream. Whether Rey wants to accept the truth or not, he’s moving away and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

All of her grief is soon forgotten when a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a pair of lips kiss the top of her head and she’s turning around to see him beaming with pride and eyes shining with tears. Rey scolds herself for her selfishness, for wishing he could stay here instead of chasing his dreams. Gazing upon his kind face, into his warm eyes, is enough to remind her that he deserves this opportunity, that he deserves the whole damn world and she can’t give it to him here.

Her faint smile quickly turns into an enthusiastic grin as she throws her arms around his robed shoulders and holds him close, breathes him in. He smells like maple syrup and sea salt, sweet yet salty.

He smells like home.

“I’m so happy for you,” she murmurs against his neck. His hand rubs her shoulders, his lips pressed in her hair. Shoulders, fingers, hips brush and bump against their still bodies as people push through, impatient and uncaring, but neither back away or move to stand by the wall. Rey is perfectly content where she stands, and no irritable old man or glowering young woman will move her.

Neither speak for a long moment, only bask in the comfort of the embrace. Finn needs no words to express his concern, his fears, his stress; Rey can feel it, has been feeling it, in the set of his shoulders, the lines of his face, the look in his eyes. It’s mostly gone now, replaced with the elation of receiving his diploma, walking across the stage and shaking the principal’s hand, but traces remain. He’s nervous about university, she knows. About not living up to his standards, the weight of the world’s expectations sitting on his shoulders.

“I don’t have to leave,” he says, but there’s a longing in his voice, a regret in the words.

She shakes her head, unwilling to let him suffer for her happiness. “Yes, you do.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I do.”

With one last shaky breath, Rey steps back from the embrace, already regretting her decision. Finn’s arms are warm, unselfish. His hugs can clear the clouds on a rainy day. She’s going to miss his hugs most of all.

“Go find your friends. I need to leave anyways,” she says.

I love you, she doesn’t say. I want to be with you.

Please don’t leave me.

She begins to walk away, grin fading fast. The warmth in her heart slowly evaporates until she’s left cold and alone, and she wishes, for once in her life, that she could have been entirely selfish.

[serceleste]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finn/Rey (Star Wars) Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Fluff, Tenderness, Caretaking Summary:

Finn’s cheeks felt warm. “Your hair,” he mumbled.

Rey’s eyebrows shot up. “You want to fix my hair?”

“I want to… touch it, mostly.”