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WISH LIST

★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus

★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions

★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him

★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia

★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships

kinks if ya nasty

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[ the truth is i wrote that tag when i was half-asleep. but maybe he did spend a lot of time messing around in the comp sci department. he is an attractive man. but maybe also consider: all the dumb shit he's said in the last 24 hours alone.

he opens the door to the newly unlocked asshole corridor with an enthused expression that has nothing to do with the newly unlocked door. ]

Really? That's great! Aerospace buddies.

[ going back the beginning of this tag, consider: literally this very moment ]

[ he's not fine by a long shot, but he's trying his best to take the situation in stride. it was just something he had to get through. he withstood being tortured, he could withstand being used as a tool to hurt morale. it would be okay. they escaped the last base without him. they could get through losing him. maybe they wouldn't have to lose him. he could still hope. he tries to focus on his hope instead of what's happening around him.

and then. and then. and then hux grabs him, and it jars him out of that focus he was trying so hard to maintain. that was a mistake, on hux's part. he forgets himself and what he was trying to accomplish by being still and silent. (avoiding being force choked. that was it.)

of course, he's restrained, so there's not much he can do in retaliation. but he thrashes in an attempt to jab hux with an elbow before he's shoved back down, breath heavy and heart racing with the sudden spike of adrenaline.

above all else, it made him angry, feeling so much like a cornered animal. but if that was how they were going to play it, well. he wouldn't be a well-behaved animal, that was for sure. anything he could get away with, he was going to do. ]

Yeah. Aerospace buddies.

[ Really Finn? This guy? Ok. Rey heads into the office pod with him. The locks in here are manual, so she stuffs her phone and cord back into her drawstring bag and rifles through it for a black pouch. She flips it open and there are lockpicks in there. Rey has a dubious skillset. ]

So you know which test is the midterm right? You'll recognize it? What if it's got some secret label like 'stardust' the way movies do when they're in production?

[ Jasmine is trying to hold it together, to be strong for the both of them and think critically because there had to be something. This couldn't be it. Not today. Yes, lives had to be lost to turn the tide, that was inevitable, but by the Force not his.

The way his eyes lose focus, even briefly, hits like a brick and shatters her weak attempt at calm. She's seen that too many times to not know exactly what it means.

She blinks against the tears, gently stroking her thumb across his cheek. ] Don't talk like that. I can't do this without you.

[ He believed in her when no one else did. Saw the light in her that just needed a chance. A spark to help the flame grow. He saw what she couldn't see but eventually he got her to see it too. To believe. To fight the darkness and prove that it didn't have to win.

And damn it, she wasn't going to lose him without a fight.

Mentally shaking herself, she turns her attention back to the wound and covers it with her hands, trying to be gentle with her touch but there really wasn't the time to be delicate and careful. There's no shortage of emotion and energy for her to call on, it's practically coming off her in waves, and she channels her power to her hands. Her touch flares with heat but there's no burn, just warmth and light. She wills that heat to heal, to mend, to follow the pain and draw it out while replacing it with the calm and gentle warmth of the Light.

Her breath catches hard as she feels his pain, it makes her head swim and threatens to break her focus, but she forces herself to push past it. She could do this. For him, she would endure. Maybe it wouldn't be complete but any amount of healing was infinitely better than none and gave him more of a chance. ]

Stay with me, Poe. Fight. I'm not done fighting for you so don't you dare give up.

[ he can feel the force pulsing through him, stabilizing him momentarily. a part of him — the part of him that is coming to terms with what's happening — wonders if this is what it's going to feel like. becoming part of the force, going luminous. it wouldn't be so bad. just going somewhere light and warm.

what if he didn't have to go anywhere? he feels better now — not 100 percent by any means, but focusing is easier. his breathing steadies. ]

I'm trying. But you gotta promise me, okay? You still gotta try.

[ he thinks of things he'd said before. eulogies given over empty coffins. people you lose don't really go away. they stay with you. he couldn't be there, but —

— but he would still be there. in everything. an echo. sparks light the flame. matches light the flame but what happens to them after? maybe he was more of a match. if he really turned jasmine, if she could go forward with rey, if the resistance had both of them — he'd be able to rest knowing he'd done that much. ]

[ he'd be surprised but after this mr. toad's wild ride they've been on, nothing would really surprise him about rey at this point. she's a goddess, she walks in beauty, etc. he's delegated to moral support again. ]

If he was dumb enough to not label it, it'd be ... it's intro, right? There are key objectives you gotta cover in intro classes. I mean, it's not all gonna be exactly the same. But I'd know it if I saw it, by whatever's on it.

[ Kylo watches silently. Waiting. Her irritation and aggravation at the General making her warm. It doesn't matter that the little outburst fits in with the theme of the filming just fine. Hux continued to push and push and he was fast using up all her tolerance.

As soon as the camera clicks off Kylo lifts a hand and with a flick of her wrist throws Hux into the nearest wall. ]

When a plan is made you stick to the plan, General.

"Supreme Leader..." [ Hux sputters as he gets to his feet, glaring back at Kylo. If it wasn't obvious before that there was dissent between Leader and General, it certainly was obvious now. ] "We should have killed him. It would break their spirits."

It would galvanize their resolve. [ Kylo fires back. ] Only a fool gives the enemy a martyr to hang their faith and hope upon.

[ Hux fumes, hands curling to fists at his side, and he strides forward. ] "So what, no one can strike your little Resistance pet?"

[ The General only makes it halfway back to where he'd been standing before he's lifted from his feet, gasping as his hands scrabble at the power gripping his neck. Kylo hasn't moved, only raised her arm and outstretched her hand to guide the Force to do her bidding. ]

If you wanted him dead so badly, General, then you should have captured him yourself. Now, I have had about enough of your insubordination and backtalk. You have a job to do and I expect you to do it. If you cannot, I am sure one of our other generals would be happy to take your place. [ As she talks Hux only struggles more, desperately trying to draw air. When he seems on the verge of passing out Kylo finally releases her hold, letting him unceremoniously drop to the ground. ] Do we have an understanding, General, or should I relieve you of your duty?

"It... it will be as you wish... forgive me, Supreme Leader."

[ Satisfied with that for the time being, Kylo relaxes back against the throne and looks to one of her Knights, who had stepped forward at the ready as soon as Hux had begun his protest. ] See that the prisoner is returned to his holding cell and food brought to him. [ She glances back toward Hux but he's too busy rubbing his throat and striding from the room to offer further commentary. ]

[ Rey pulls out a few files and tools and crouches to get at the handle while he talks. It keeps her distracted from the facts that she learned this to boost parts for Plutt's shop. ANYWAY. It seems to take considerable concentration so she quiets down during this part. Suddenly. ]

[ momentarily forgotten and with no way to move or retaliate anyway, he watches the argument between kylo and hux unfold. there were multiple things wrong with this scenario.

he knew that kylo was right — killing him would only have made him a martyr. this was the smarter choice. it felt weird to be in agreement, but it also felt like ... like ...

like kylo ren was protecting him? why? it was wrong. the world was inside out and upside down. there had to be a reason. a non-altruistic reason, because he refused to believe altruism was the driving force here for one second. either she was saving him to torture herself at her own leisure, or ... maybe it was because of leia? because he and leia were close, and maybe she felt like —

no. that couldn't be it. could it? clearly it was the torture thing. but even that felt off-kilter. he was being sent back to his cell without reprimand. instead of reprimand, he actually got food.

was he a pet? was she just keeping him around like some kind of trophy?

there were no clear answers to the motivation, just possibilities for him to spend more time mulling over in solitude. ]

[ when she suddenly stops talking, he looks down like oh. she's doing some intense lock-picking stuff now. should he stop talking? should he keep talking? he decides to just input, quietly ]

You're good at this stuff.

Yeah.

[ This is the only reply she offers as she continues to work. It isn't that long — she's quick about it and skilled in picking up on when she has the pressure in the right place. The industrial locks that schools use are pretty straightforward. It feels like forever, though, because of her silence.

She spins the lock and something clicks. She stands again. ]

Voila.

[ And she opens the door up for him, then stands aside to stow her tools. ]

You're up. If you were a midterm and its key, where would you be?

[ he raises his eyebrows in silence while trying to think of where someone like ren would put their midterms. not someone like him, who keeps the physical copies of all his coursework in a drawer all scattered together with no apparent order but also rammed in with other completely unrelated paperwork, and the digital copy just saved on his desktop along with every other file he's created or saved in the last several months. there's not even a desktop anymore, it's just an ocean of files. welcome to a glimpse of the inner workings of poe dameron.

anyway, what are people who aren't human hurricanes like. how would a sociopath file paperwork. ]

It's coming up soon, right? So he's probably printed everything already. [ and not the morning of, ten minutes before his class starts. ] Check his desk, maybe it'll be in a folder or one of those sorter things.

[ a genius. this is his design. ]

[ The last time Rey was in this office tbh she left crying. She just wanted help. It feels eerie to be in here without Professor Ren's shadowy presence filling it. It feels deceptively utilitarian, actually, without his Aura to infect it. Rey steps around his desk and settles into his chair.

That feels more eerie still, like she's slipping into his skin or something. But this isn't a serial killer AU. So she only spends a moment looking up at Poe and trying to imagine the world from Ren's point of view before she sits up straighter in the chair and starts pulling open drawers.

The files are neatly organized, but have no clear system. At least, not labels. Ren probably doesn't need them since they're his own files and he has a mind like a steel trap. Rey starts thumbing through. ]

These don't look like class documents. I think it's stuff for his own research. [ She pulls out a paper, frowning over it. The calculations are well beyond her. Obviously. But she can figure some broad strokes out thanks to, well, coursework. ] This is military stuff.

[ he hovers over her shoulder to get a look at what she's talking about. his mouth slants sideways as his eyes skim it over. ] Yeah, I think it's for this thesis. Looks familiar. Or, uh, looks like stuff I've heard him talk about.

[ what if he SET IT ON FIRE as a special way to say get fucked. no, that's stupid. he no doubt has it on his computer anyway. it'd just be being petty.

but realistically their whole rivalship is just a series of pettiness ...

no. rey first. this is about rey and not your grudgeboner. ]

It's not what we're looking for. Let me get in here, I said I'd know it if I saw it. [ she can stay in the chair, but he is going to move over the drawer to rifle through all the paperwork. ]

[ Rey returns the paper to where she thinks she found it in the meticulously ordered papers in that filing folder and reaches over to pull his laptop towards her where he's left it on the desk. ]

Ugh, mac.

[ This scoff comes as she opens the lid. ]

[he scoffs with her, adding additional commentary: ]

He would.

[ at least, since ren has ... literally any organizational system at all, it's easy enough for poe to figure out how he's sorted out all his coursework. which means ... ]

Found it! I think. Pretty sure. Look at it, does this look right? [ he pulls the paper out of the folder it was in and hands it over to her. ]

[ Rey has her fingers drumming on the mac keyboard lightly — not typing, but considering what she wants to type. She's indecisive. Hovering in indecision. Macs are harder to get into.

But she looks down at him then. Maybe she won't need to get into it after all. She takes the test from Poe and nods. ]

Yeah. Yeah, this should be it.

[ Then she flips through gingerly, trying not to crease the test near the staple. ]

Was there a key with it, or … ?

[ he goes back into the folder (he kept one hand there holding the folder open because he didn't want to lose it...) , flipping through the other papers only to find — ]

No, I'm not seeing it. Shit. These are probably just the copies he's gonna hand out.

That's okay.

[ She grabs her phone. ]

I can take pictures of the pages, and we can work through the problems together. Right? That's practically the same thing.

[ And then it's studying. Less cheating than stealing answers, surely. She tries to comfort herself with this. ]

I — yeah, sure. Of course. [ like, this is better than nothing ... but still. he wanted a better heist. ]

You sure you wanna do that? I mean, it's your grade, so ...

Passing the midterm was all I came looking for. This'll help just as much. [ She holds up the test in indication. Then, after a pause, she realizes he's not thrilled. ] What did you come here for?

[ Obviously not just her grade. ]

To help you. [ duh. obviously. ] I just wanted to make sure you got a perfect score no matter what. [ a pause as he realizes why she may be questioning this motive. ] ... It's not something personal with Ren.

[ DON'T BE A BAKA REY

]

Are you sure about that?

[ Surprisingly, there is nothing judgmental in her voice. But she searches his expression, trying to suss out whether to take his reply as defensiveness or something genuine. ]

It's alright if it is. You're putting a lot on the line for me; I could help you find something else.

[ honestly he's working through this himself. he's not very self-reflective, okay. does he have a subconscious ulterior motive? let him think about it. ]

Maybe a little. But it's ... you know, all this should be about you. You don't have to do that.

I want to.

[ Rey reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder. ]

If this works out, it'll be because of you. I can't tell you how important staying in this school and keeping my scholarship is to me. It's everything I have.

[ No, literally. She is an orphan from a small town with bad prospects. She's not doing great if she gets caught. ]

Professor Ren almost took that from me. If you want to take something from him, I'm all for it.

[ Even if it means staying longer and increased risk of getting caught. (Never mind the fact that she already put his research back in the wrong place and opened his laptop so it can now record who failed to access it and take a picture of her the way anti-theft measures do. Never mind that they are already caught and just don't know it yet.) ]

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