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Flame | Finn Bálor

Title: Flame (loosely based on the song ‘Flame’ by Tinashe)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “I feel sorry that Finn was unlucky enough to ever meet you..”

Word Count: fucking 5,114 (!!!)

Warnings: Talk of past infidelity, angst, and romantic sexy times - NSFW

A/N: This fic is requested by @ortonaholic !! I hope I did your idea justice, it came out waaayyyy longer than I anticipated tbh.

ALSO, I made this fic interactive because I was requested to give the OC a name but I don’t really like naming the OC’s for the soul purpose of the readers not being able to truly place themselves within the story. Therefore, if you type your name in the little box, a magic computer fairy will insert your name in the fic (whaaaat!?) PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WILL NOT WORK ON MOBILE SORRY. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

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Hey guys!

I know that this might be a kind unpopular opinion, but I think Amy Schumer would be a great addition to the Star Wars cast!!!

Hopefully #1 Feminist Bae Kathleen Kennedy realizes that the Star Wars universe is big enough for another strong, fierce, hilarious female character!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Illegitimate - Finn Shelby

Request: Hey. Could you write something where your family tries to make you marry some guy after they found out you are pregnant with Finn’s baby, your mom is all we will tell him the baby’s premature when you refuse she tells you that Finn is some ganster good for nothing that snorts coke all day that you’re just his whore, that your baby’s a bastard etc. In the middle of her speech you leave and find Finn and his family. Something long please with a lot of drama, cute flashbacks maybe, thanks.

Illegitimate - Finn Shelby

You had come home to find your mother in your bedroom. There was an open suitcase on the bed and she was sitting in the chair by the fireplace. You weren’t naïve enough to be confused when you saw her there. Two weeks ago you’d come clean to your family, telling them that you were pregnant. 

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  • me: *sees an unwhitewashed, untouched photo of my fave*
  • me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 thats some good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 that is ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 finNE SHIT ✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there oh yeh (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit GooOOOD shIT
  • bambam: everyday, everynight, feel like a fool, you gotta know
  • me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 thats some good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 that is ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 finNE SHIT ✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there oh yeh (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit GooOOOD shIT

@dreamingstarkly brought this up in her tags because she’s terrible (and by terrible I mean absolutely fantastic) but all I can think about now is Rey being absolutely pampered, you know? And I’m sure it’d have to be a slow process, because there has to be some sort of shock when you’ve lived so long with nothing and suddenly the universe has opened to you. So, Poe and Finn are very patient when it comes to pampering her. They patiently remind her that she can eat slowly. They aren’t critical when she hides food in her pockets out of habit. Knowing she loves green, they gradually introduce little potted plants into Rey’s room. When she’s gone doing incredible and terrifying things, they water her plants, memorizing the names she gave them. This flower is named after Leia, brilliant, delicate, a deep royal purple. This succulent is named after Finn, resilient, a beautiful green. Kaffir lilies for Poe, their bright oranges and yellows a reminder of his uniform.

And imagine them running baths for her. Imagine Rey’s first bubble bath! Lis brought up bath bombs- imagine something equivalent to that in Star Wars verse, something you put in the water that’s all smoke and color and soothing smells. Her skin- once layered in earth and sand- now softened with fragrant oils. Imagine maybe the sheepishness she’d feel after coming out from the bath in a big, fluffy robe to find her room so nicely cleaned for her arrival!! And Finn and Poe are there, so happy to welcome her home, so happy that her room is finally colored with her in it.  

And maybe, too, if she wants it, Poe and Finn go to bed with her. All of them dressed in comfortable pajamas, big shirts and loose pants soft against bandages and fading bruises from their rough and active lives as fighters and heroes. Finn, Poe, and ey lie together lazily over shared pillows, legs a comfortable and tangled mess over soft blankets. And they speak stories to one another, happy to make each other laugh.  They comfort one another and let each other spill anxieties or worries as much as they need to. Rey, perhaps, needs to speak her fears. Poe, perhaps, needs only to think about something outside of them, so listening becomes his comfort. And Finn just needs the solidarity, that precious moment of realizing: Oh, it isn’t just me. They’re scared, too. But they believe in me, too, just as much as I believe in them.

This would be a night for self care, so they don’t get up to much beyond soft touches, Rey lying comfortably in Poe’s arms, Finn running his fingertips soothingly over the line of her jaw, the soft dampness of her hair. And maybe, when conversation ends, they get into a soothing shared silence. Or maybe, instead, Poe sings to them, soft and low, giving them songs they’ve never heard before in a tongue they’re beginning to understand. And when sleep comes, it’s soft and deep and kind to them. 

Don’t even get me started on self-care days for our beautiful and ineffable Finn.