pokemon and star wars
- Rey finds an egg in the red sands of Jakku, half-buried beneath a collection of rusted scrap. She could have cooked it up for dinner, could have traded it for portions, but it is warm and alive in her hands and there is a baby in there, and so she sticks it in her bag and carries it with her everywhere – leaving it in her hut is just asking for trouble, and the thought of it hatching to emptiness, alone and frightened and crying for its mother, is appalling – and so she carries it, treading over miles and miles, singing to it in the quiet moments between scavenging sweeps, curling around it at night. One night, it cracks open and out crawls a soft-feathered bird, rust-orange and yellow as the sun, wet with birth effluvia. She has never seen its like before. It chirrups at her. She splits her food with him and when food is scarce she eats less and feeds him more, and by the time she flees Jakku in a tumbledown spaceship he’s six foot from wingtip to wingtip, feathers blooming into flame, and when Han Solo (smuggler! resistance general!) meets her his eyes go wide and he looks, Force forbid, impressed and he says, “Do you know what that is?” and she says, “His name is Embers,” a touch defensively and Han Solo says, “That’s a Moltres” and Embers chirrups like he did when he was little, and the quirk of his head is more than a little bit smug. (Later, Embers will rip half of Kylo Ren’s face off. Later still, he will hook his talons into Finn’s jacket and carry him to safety while Rey rides on his back, weeping into his neck. Later still he will shriek at Luke Skywalker: you have a DUTY dickbag. Because, hey, he takes over his mother; and she doesn’t take shit from anybody. And together they have a universe to save)
- “You need a pilot?”
“Yeah. But lets stop off somewhere first.”
Because the First Order doesn’t just take little humans and brainwash them. It takes little ones of all species, and Finn’s heart breaks every time he sees a bundle of fluff mewling growlitheee as it is taken away for a training programme as brutal and intensive as any faced by a Stormtrooper. They emerge as snarling whirlwinds of fury and fire, howling as they rip apart rebels.
The kennels are almost empty. Only three puppies huddle in the corner, whimpering. Finn gathers them u in his arms and runs.
Afterwards: Sunny, Birdie, Fluff. Three adorable, licky things that will never see a battlefield, the tiniest and cutest creatures you ever did see.
Then, “You can’t come with me Sunny – you’re too little.” A whine. A head cocked on one side, ears flopping over her eyes, and Finn kisses her between the eyes, says, “I’ll come back for you, I swear.”
She stows away. And she evolves in the snow as Kylo Ren pushes his lightsabre into Finn’s shoulder, lightning sparking along her fur, and she bursts out of her skin, tripling in size – and she bowls Kylo over, huge and powerful and burning bright. Afterwards Finn says: “You didn’t have to fight for me.” And she rests her huge head on his shoulder, a low murmur of contentment buzzing right into Finn’s marrow. She doesn’t say I did it because I wanted to. She doesn’t have to.
- BB-8 is jealous at first. [Do you love her more than me?] it demands, beeping and rolling back and forth in agitation, buzzing his taser.
“I love you both the same,” says Poe, in his placating ‘everything is okay’ voice that works on both angry, overprotective droids and panicky Stormtroopers (former) and angry trainee Jedis.
“Baby-girl, I appreciaet that it was time for you to evolve but uh,” and Poe can’t bring himself to say there isn’t room in the cockpit for a full-grown human and a fucking huge freshly-evolved Pigeot because he remembers her when she was tiny and helpless, a Pidgey with a broken wing, and Poe’s always had a weakness for the helpless.
“I’ve never seen one,” says Finn, “the First Order always said that they were useless – no, I don’t think that they are,” he says this hurriedly, because Maria looks pissed, “– but we never had them. Not a fire or a fighting type, so…well. It’s nice to see, y’know?”
"Hey,” says Poe. “We’re not the First Order.”
“No,” says Finn, snuggling up. “You’re not.”