blackleader:

Poe has heard his name in a hundred languages, a thousand voices, spoken in fury and delight and pride and annoyance and despair and triumph. And then, after Takodana, Finn shouts it from across the tarmac, wonderstruck, already running.

Poe! Poe Dameron!

Finn, who was dead and then wasn’t. Finn, the savior, the traitor. Finn, who needed a pilot. Finn, a crack shot and a big heart, a liar, innocent and brave and earnest and terrified. Finn, who kept the jacket Poe lost and the name Poe gave him.

Finn says his name, and Poe’s never heard anything like it.

Names for the Stars ║ cheesethesecond (tumblr) ║ (Finn)