Oh prompts yay! Finn discovers he has the force while on the Falcon talking to Rey? Thank you!

naberiie:

Yes!! Thank you for sending this in; I’m always down for writing more Force stuff 💗😊 @finnreyfridays

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Finn frowned at the Wookiee’s unconscious form, snoring
softly on a medical cot far too small for him. Only when he was certain that
Chewbacca really was asleep did Finn stand and stretch. Beebee-ate whirred
quietly up at him as he stalked over to the bench nearby and almost collapsed.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, now that they were well on their way to
Solo’s mysterious friend, Finn let himself relax.

“Hey.”

He opened his eyes. Rey stood in the doorway – covered in
sweat and grime, and maybe a little bit of Rathtar guts – staring at him with
soft brown eyes, a nervous smile on her lips. He sat up and smiled tiredly back
at her. “Hey.”

“How’re you doing? That thing, it grabbed you pretty hard…”

Finn winced. “Uh – now that you mention it-”

Before he could finish the thought – his entire body was
bruised, everything ached now that the adrenaline was leaving his system – Rey had
crossed the room and was pulling out the remnants of the medpack he’d just used
on Chewbacca. She sat down close to him. “Here. Let me help.”

Finn stared at her, and then leaned against the back of the
dirty seat. He peeled up his blacks – First Order blacks; he made a mental note
to look for another shirt, any other shirt – and Rey clicked her tongue as she
examined him. “Bruised pretty bad – but nothing’s broken?”

He flashed her a semi-confident grin. “Nothing’s broken.”

She pressed her lips together in a shy smile and her dark
eyes flicked down to her work. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Chewbacca’s
impressively soft snores.

And then.

It took Finn a moment to realize that someone, somewhere,
was singing.

He sat up a little straighter, startling Rey. “Hey-”

“Shh – quiet,
quiet.”

Rey stilled her movements, and as Finn watched her,
realization slowly dawned on her face. She looked around in surprise, a medical
gauze bundled in one hand – the other cool and yet somehow also burning hot on
Finn’s skin – as she whispered under the melody, “You hear it too?”

A warmth grew in his chest, deep in his blood. His skin
tingled, his mind stretched as the song filtered slowly through the Falcon’s airflow. He couldn’t tell where
it was coming from, but…

But something told him that it was coming from everywhere.