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Soulmate au where the force kinda just chooses the person/people your meant to be with.
I'm not picky with the particulars of how it works or really who Finn ends up with i just want him to have an awesome, force-chosen soulmate.

Pretty please witg sugar on top?

(I WILL BARE YOUR CHILDREN)

Bear=to carry, gestate and give birth to
Bare=to make naked.

*waiting for rule enforcers*

...for a spelling correction? Stop baiting the meme police.

I think it was a joke considering all the drama a few pages back? Tbh, if this baits someone it's not the Anon you replied to's fault; it would be a new level of ridiculousness because it's obviously just a spelling mistake (just like the one on the other page was arguably a grammatical mistake) and not even in the prompt.

That being said, prompt OP, I gotcha on this prompt. Love me some soulmate AU ft. Finn!! Probably today or tomorrow.

op here and i definitely meant that i will make your child naked hahaha *sweats*

Bare children? As in, nude under eighteens??? O_O Mods, mods!

Don't even joke, anon. Some concern troll will come along and start that wank for real.

Seriously, just drop it.

What, their pants???!!!???

Stop being a jerk.

I love your prompts, nonny, don't feel bad because of the trolls. Seconded!

I am writing a fill for this and was wondering whether in this universe the Force picks everyone's soulmate or is it just Finn (bc he is a special bby or he is force sensitive? Or did you want a Kylo/Finn? I was going for another pairing but I can do that, too)!

Same Anon.

omg I need a pairing told to me. I ship Finn with everyone and I have plots about Hux, Kylo, Poe, ReY, EVEN FREAKING TR-8R, in my mind rn

op here! I was thinking everyone and thats kinda how people get the whole love at first sight thing but only force-sensetive people can tell for sure. As i said though all pairings are greatly appreciated :)

ok so what happened was I have no controls & this morphed into a two parter that is also kinda slip/finn?

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Not good enough, not good enough, not good enough, bad, make better.

FN-2187's eyes shut even tighter as he folds the pillow around his ears, trying to drown out the other voice in his head. When he finally decides to open them again, the wall clock mockingly ticks away to 0300 hours.

He groans louder than he means to and soon enough, Slip's curious head appears from the bunk above. "Are you hearing it again?" He whispers, still in a sleepy daze. "What's it saying?"

FN releases the pillow and drops his arms to his side. "He's not good enough or summthin'..." FN yawns. He doesn't think he'll be getting any rest at this rate. "I think he's working on something and it's not really working out for him."

Slip, in a swift, acrobatic motion that would have made even Phasma proud, slings himself from his bunk onto FN's. "Any idea who he is?"

FN didn't bother to move for Slip, who had settled, legs crossed, at the foot of the lower bunk. A sigh escaped his lips, "No, but I wish I did so I could tell him to shut up." FN sits up with new found energy, "Do you know this is the third night in a row this guys has been pacing around in my mind at 3 in the morning? Does he ever sleep?"

"Maybe he's one of the 'troopers on the second shift?" Slip whispers excitedly, "Or maybe one of the systems engineers?" FN lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a grunt as Slip goes on about who his voice may be.

It started as an indistinguishable hum in the back of his mind and gradually became more and more clear. First just single words, then pairs and eventually the disjointed sentences FN has been hearing more and more frequently. He's heard of this phenomena before. There are whispers about it but no one dares say anything outright. The voice you're hearing is your soulmate's. That's what Slip had excitedly exclaimed when FN had told him about his predicament. FN never would have believed the stories--which always sounded like fairy tales gone too far--if it hadn't happened to him. Day and night, that person is in your mind, their thoughts flowing through your conscious and unconscious mind at all hours, even from galaxies apart. if you're lucky enough to meet your soulmate, they say you become truly empathic. FN retrains a groan at that fact: there was no way he wants his guy's feelings to bother him at all times of day, too.

FN notices that in the meantime, Slip had made himself comfortable lying next to FN, "I wish I could meet my soulmate, y'know?" He's looking at straight above him at the top mattress. The thousands of little beeping lights on the walls of FN Squadron's room illuminate the childish grin playing on Slip's face as a rainbow of colors dance along his pale skin and make his hazel eyes sparkle. "You're really lucky, FN. Only a select few people get their soulmate's revealed to them so early and even fewer get to connect with them telepathically."

No good, bad, bad, can do better, will do better.

"I wouldn't call myself lucky." FN digs the back of his head further into his pillow, "Why did it have to be me? I thought hearing voices was just a myth."

Slips shifts onto his side to face FN. "I thought so, too, until you said something. It's pretty exciting."

"I'm glad I could help entertain you," the corner of FN's mouth twitches upward despite the 'troopers attempt to keep his frown.

"It'll be easier for you to find him this way anyways. The rest of us have to just wait till we bump into ours. It could happen tomorrow or in 20 years." Slip freezes, "Or, hopefully, never."

FN hears the sadness in Slip's voice and felt his heart sink. If your lucky enough, your soulmate might be another Stormtrooper or a crew member on the same ship. Even luckier, an officer. These things had a funny way of working out, as if orchestrated by some larger, omnipotent entity, and FN notes that most people are pretty lucky when it comes to their mates even if it is the Order's policy to separate any connected mates.

Sleep, tired...sadness, sad, heartbreak, why?, why?

But FN thinks that's for the best and he knows that Slip could live with that, too. The Order allows mates one day a year to be together, knowing the ramifications of keeping connected mates apart too long. No, FN knows the meaning of Slip's statement the instant he says it. He's heard the horror stories, too: the stories of 'troopers connecting with their mates just as they've been ordered to execute them. 'Troopers that find that their mate is in the Resistance or a New Republic loyalist. The Order takes a special delight in making 'troopers kill their own mates in these cases and the 'troopers are never the same afterward.

"It'll happen, Slip." FN reassures the other man in an even quieter whisper, "And when it does, you'll be an officer so you don't have to worry about being 'just a 'trooper'. You'll have more of a say."

"Me? An officer?" Slip genuinely laughs, "Might as well have said 'yup, never going to happen for you, kiddo'!"

FN calms down, hearing the worry escape Slip as he slowly stops laughing. "Not with that attitude, you won't." He pauses and, to his surprise, heard silence, "He stopped. I think he finally went to sleep."

Slip's eyes were shut and he lets out a little 'hmm' and sounds as if he's dozing off a bit. "I wonder if he can hear what you think...then you can keep him up all night..."

FN lets out a soft laugh and they lay in silence until FN is sure he hears the rhythmic breathing of sleep from Slip. He climbs up to Slip's bunk and drifts off to sleep himself.

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The next morning, the voice got a lot clearer and a lot worse.

Incompetent man-child, wild, no control, insolent!

The words rang out in FN's head as if they were being shouted directly into his ear. Distracted, Nines manages to pin FN-2187 to the floor. The red-head smirks as Phasma whistles. Unlike the sparring 'troopers, her mask is still on but he can feel the deep frown on her face and the disappointment in her eyes. "Stand down, FN-2199." She states approaching FN on the floor, "FN-2187, had that been a true enemy, you would be dead. There is no time for distractions on the field. You are all dismissed for mess. Report back here at 01200 hours."

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Anger and shame stir inside FN's mind. Slip shoots a knowing, sympathetic glance at FN-2187 as he helps him to his feet. The voice had never interrupted his performance until now and FN feels helpless as to where to direct his pent up aggression. To make matters worse, of all the people who he could have been bested by, it had to be Nines. Nines, who had two left feet and couldn't hold a blaster properly to save his life but acted like he could take on the Resistance all on his own.

"C'mon, FN-2187, let's go eat." Slip encourages as FN stand in the middle of the now-empty gymnasium, looking blankly at the wall, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Slips nudges him gently towards the showers and whispers, "We may not get rations if we wait too long. You being hungry isn't going to do anything to your mystery voice."

They shower quickly and head to the refectory, sitting in an isolated corner together as they usually do. FN, as leader of the FN Squadron, was deeply disliked by his men due to the praise--or what Phasma gives out that can be considered so--heaped upon him. FN-2187 doesn't mind being the factor that unifies his squad somehow, even of it's against him. Slip, who was delicate, fair-haired and sickly pale, was the weakest link in the squadron and, by that virtue, was shunned as a liability to the Order that should be excised.

"Why don't you try reaching out to him?" Slip plays with the green foodstuff on his tray, "Maybe you can find a ways to meet with him?"

"I don't want to meet with him! I don't want anything to do with him except to get him out of my head." FN was more curt than he wanted to be and regretted it immediately when he saw how Slip flinched slightly when he spoke. "I'm not eager for a soulmate, okay? People say it's the best feeling in the universe to meet the person you're destined to be with but I can't believe I will fall for this person the moment I see them. I have him in my mind already and I hate him."

Slip is looking intently at his food, still poking and prodding. "You'll end up loving him. Not everyone confesses their undying love for each other right off the bat, but you can't deny the pull to that person. You two were chosen for each other. There is a force that binds you two, no matter how far you run or how much you deny it."

Work, ignore, can't reveal, no emotions, cannot have soulmate..I must fulfill my mission with no distractions. Distractions need to be neutralized."

The frown is erased from FN face at that last thought. "That was a whole sentence!" Slip looks at FN and cocks his head to the side in question. FN clarifies, "I heard a whole sentence from him. Usually it's a jumble of words but this was a real sentence!"

Slip's face brightens up. "What did he say? Did you learn anything about him?"

"'I must fufill my mission with no distractions'," FN repeats, "'Distractions need to be...neutralized.'"

It shocked FN that Slip could get any paler. "Neutralized? Does he mean you're the distraction? Does this mean he can hear your thoughts too?" Slip's voice is frantic and getting louder by the question. Several 'troopers sitting nearby look over at them. "Who is this guy if he can just think things like that?"

"I think I may have sent him a nice little negative message right after Nines pinned me that perhaps alerted him to my presence." FN recalls the pleas for quiet he had projected to the other man. FN laughs but Slip notes how pitiful ad forced it sounds. The other member of FN squadron wonders for the first time how the voice sounds, all the things FN hears that he doesn't say and if it possibly scares his leader. Suddenly he's not so envious of FN's 'gift'."I guess he's no systems engineer."

The clock strikes 01150 and the warning bell rings. FN and Slip silently return their trays, food barely eaten, and remain in silence as they walk back to the gymnasium.

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The next couple of days find Slip spending any free time he can find adding to the list of people who could have a 'trooper "neutralized". The list was pathetically long and even years of brain-washing propaganda couldn't stop Slip from questioning why he does what he does. FN wasn't interested in the list at all and only begun to think that this may be the first time someone has contemplated killing their soulmate when they didn't have to.

Being honest, FN was upset. What right did this guy have to even threaten to hurt him? He was the one bothering FN for weeks. One tiny, reasonable, justified plea for silence amidst all the whining he has to hear from his "soulmate" and FN is the one that is going to die? "No." FN say aloud, "I am going to find him. I am going to find him and tell him what I think about his threats and about his paperwork and early morning pity parties! If I am going to die, then I am going out my way."

Slip drops his weights and hopes Phasma doesn't notice as he quickly lifts them up again. "Are you insane?" He hisses, startling FN because Slip never hissed. "You can just ignore him! Ignoring a good option." Slip adds the last part as if someone else is agreeing with his statement.

"Until when? Until I am transferred or killed in action?" FN stops speaking as Phasma's sweep of the room reaches them. When the coast is clear, he continues. "You said we--me and him--have a bond? A force that connects us? Well, let's see how he feels when when that bond is severed. That'll be a real distraction, I'm sure!"

Slip's demeanor has changed completely, his face sharp and dark, and he leans into FN quickly before Phasma catches them. "I know people have died to prove stupider points but don't you think this is the sleep depravation talking?"

FN is defiant. "No. There is no point in avoiding the inevitable."

"FN-2187..." Slip is cut off my Phasma's intense gaze, watching 2187 and himself as if to tell them to stop chatting and get back to training.

Phasma is deathly and acutely aware to the pair now and they don't discuss the matter further. FN has made up his mind.

"and about his paperwork and early morning pity parties!"

I wasn't sure at first who it was and then I got to that part and now I am crying.

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