'Oh no I'm suddenly responsible for this small creature/baby' au?
hahaha this clearly happens to Finn and Rey all the time. They both have hearts that account for ninety per cent of their bodyweight; they are starved for love, and yet only what to give it out – they were hurt and hurt and hurt and their response was not I am in pain thus everyone else should be but I am in pain and no one else should be ever again. Finn helped Slip up every time he fell; Rey was willing to risk starvation rather than trade an innocent droid in for scrap. And so these two orphan angels will take in strays of any species or form.
So, do you remember that post which theorises that human beings are best known for having really messy pack-bonding instincts that get absolutely everywhere and lead to them forming attachments to dangerous predators, inanimate objects and droids with knives typed to them? I believe that wholeheartedly. Poe epitomizes it completely: he will make friends with everything and everyone. Finn & Rey, on the other hand, will take it to An Entirely New Level. Because they will see anything – absolutely anything – that is Small and Vulnerable and announce that Yes this is Their Child now and They Will Care For It.
what do you mean Poe why can I not keep this small and helpless rathtar look its mummy is dead and I must care for it and Poe is trying not to have hysterics as a three-foot baby rathtar curls around Finn’s shoulder, nuzzling at his nape and making soft cooing vocalisations that translate, roughly, to new mummy strange mummy soft mummy. And when they find Stormtroopers being prepared for training Rey just scoops up five astonished toddlers in her arms, catches the rest behind her with her with the Force (they trail and bounce and giggle in delight) and announces that these are her little ones now yes she is a parent.
Poe manages to get the children into Resistance Daycare (hey, there are a lot of working parents in the Resistance, and of course they have proper facilities) but Rey still visits them every day. And he gets Finn to agree that Cuddles (the rathtar, who is now six foot and growing) should not sleep on the bed. But he can’t do anything about the three puppies Finn brings back from a mission (snuggling, cuddly things named Bodhi, Baze and Chirrut.) And he doesn’t want to, to be honest, because they are so god damn cute. And Rey comes back from a mission to a scrap-yard moon with two broken-down droids, patches them up. “Look at my darlings,” she says, “they are so Good and Cute and we shall make sure that they will always have friends.” (Luke looks at this girl, this strange desert girl who does not a family, mending droids like she’s been born to it, giving them names – Evie and Wallie if anyone is interested – with her bright eyes, and sparkling Force presence, and he thinks that she is very familiar, very familiar indeed.)