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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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[forcevisions]

Please don't.

[ she pushes loose hair out of her face as she straightens on the other side of the bed. she realizes only then that she

never took her shoes off in the first place. and she just sort of arches her eyebrows like ok that's helpful now but good job sexy-drunk-rey. maybe work on that one for next time you embarrassingly crawl into your supervisor's bed with him eh. ]

I think I've embarrassed us both enough. I think it's better if we just. [ she makes a vague wave of her hand to dismiss it, but that throws her off balance and she has to reach out suddenly to grab onto the wall for support. she catches herself, but it's not really boding well for her getting back to her bunk. ] Or maybe not. Maybe you just found it funny. I don't know.

[ but she's ... holding onto the wall and trying to back herself out of his bunk now. ]

[followhim]

[yeah buddy they were in bed fully clothed shoes on and everything. poe planned it that way. for reasons. he hovers near her while she teeters, concerned but not feeling like he's in much of a position to do anything. besides get out his shovel and work on digging this giant hole he's created.]

Don't — it's my fault. It's not funny. [just fuckin say son. do it.] I like you, I meant it when we were messing around over datapads, but I didn't realize how much you had to drink, and if you regretted it later, or — or, I don't know, you forgot we ever did anything, I'd feel bad.

[which he already does so like good job.]

[forcevisions]

Poe, you don't have to say that.

[ she's very convincing as she leans too hard into the wall and turns against it to face him. ]

I can handle rejection. [ she snorts at the thought. ] Believe me. You won't be the first. I know that I'm not ... [ oh no. now they're getting into it like she didn't want to. ] It's really okay. I'm happy for you and Finn.

[followhim]

Wh— Rey, there's not ... me and Finn aren't anything.

[he has feelings but can't share them because finn is making moon eyes at rose and they're trapped in this anime love polygon from hell. he shakes his head] It's not important, I'm really sorry. Just let me walk you back to your bunk.

[forcevisions]

I know the way back to my bunk. I don't need you to walk me.

[ at the very least, she seems to be on the right track to get there. surprise here's the side of rey that doesn't get gushed about. the part that shuts down and forces people out because she doesn't know how to accept nice things. ]

[followhim]

Well, I'm gonna.

[here's the side of poe where he just ignores everyone and does whatever he wants to the chagrin of everyone around him!!!]

[forcevisions]

I wish you wouldn't.

[ there's a flinch in the way she says it. like it hurts to admit bc it costs dignity to acknowledge that her

feelings are hurt / ?? ? by this perceived rejection. ]

[followhim]

I wanna make sure you make it okay. [it's not like it's on the other end of the ship he is being a giant drama queen purely out of principle at this point. he's come too far.]

[forcevisions]

I hope you're right.

[ she says it now, resigning herself to his company. ]

I hope I don't remember this in the morning.

[followhim]

Yeah, me too.

[what a mess tho. what a mess. he hopes he doesn't remember it somehow either. maybe it's not too late to join the drinking party rey left. nah...... that would look bad. he'll just skulk back down to his ship parts and bb-8. who needs sleep.]

[forcevisions]

[ after a few more steps (stumbles, really) in the right direction, rey takes this opportunity to

yell at the ceiling. ]

I hope you're happy! This is your fault, you know.

[ she then kicks the door frame to her bunk and — ow, shit, that actually hurt. which in some ways is good news i guess ? ?? it cut through the booze haze. she grabs onto her foot and leans into the doorway, grunting.

oh my god, she's squall. ]

[followhim]

[poe is just kind of watching this unfold like

uhhhhhhhh

is this about me????

pretty sure this is ... not about me ...

what ]

Rey...?

[forcevisions]

Poe.

[ awkward. ]

You're still here?

[ she just points at the room she hit her foot on like ... ? ?? ]

This is my bunk.

[ I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE DONE ESCORTING ME NOW. ]

[followhim]

Yeah, I was just —

[on his way out??? until he heard her yelling and hopping around???]

Okay, yeah, uh, see you later. Sorry.

[he'll send bb-8 over with water for her. like a good droid son.]

[forcevisions]

Bye.

[ she watches him turn this time, and then ... collapses onto her bunk inside.

that was a close one ? ?? ? if that's the right word. (it's not.) ]

[bythehand]

[ i was there i was the force.

on one hand, it's a shame to lose the face-on-face macking. on the other hand, this is literally the costume designer's entire purpose for putting finn in a shirt with a v-neck. they may be stuck in romance jail for life. but what's the point in confessing your love and mashing your faces together if someone doesn't end up basically sitting on someone's lap.

finn makes a sound that vaguely conveys something like "oh okay good that works" and takes strategic advantage of another opportunity to very nicely get his fingers back into the Hair. all of poe is very handsome, it is important that his hands contribute to confirming this. ]

[followhim]

[there is no point otherwise tbh. and look finn's mouth may be the most amazing mouth to ever exist but he has an entire rest of his body that poe would like to explore most if not all of. but he'll stick with his neck for now. he takes the hand in his hair as approval to keep going, tbh. and maybe he keeps going a little too hard. did finn want a hickey? too bad, merry christmas.]

[bythehand]

[ he'll have to deal with the shame of that hickey, truly a rite of passage, later. right now finn's just really digging the process of getting one. and maybe writing off 'catching his breath' as a lost cause. sometimes the hickeys that you get in a junky old ship's cargo bay..... are better, holy shit.

anyway this train is like 5 stops from pulling into boner town tbqh, finn's easy as hell and i cannot pretend otherwise. ]

[followhim]

[ he glances enough to see that he might have left a mark ... and tries to correct by being a little more gentle. but probably doesn't succeed. self-restraint is hard okay. it's not skill he's ever possessed in his entire life.

that said he'll probably also pull into boner town soon. do you know how long it's been since he's been laid????? life is hard when your entire life is the resistance and nothing else, but not hard in the fun way. (also we can fade to black if you want lmfao.) ]

[bythehand]

[ toot toot assholes they'll be neither the first nor last to break in this cargo bay and that's what the millennium falcon is all about.

side note: bring a mouth back to his mouth. he gives poe's hair a very careful tug for attention-seeking purposes. ]

Will you get back up here already.

[ finn 'boyfriend material' 'impulsive mcgee' lastname is making an executive decision to not just be kissing the side of poe's head or whatever anymore.

(side-side note: if at literally any point u'd rather go to ftb town instead of boner town, it's done, no questions asked. at this point theyre both impulsive mcgees and we all know whats up.) ]

[followhim]

[well you know what I think han solo would be proud that the cargo bay of his ship is still being used for secret boning. his force ghost is standing and applauding with everyone upstairs.

anyway meanwhile back actually in the cargo bay, poe lifts his head away from finn's neck, grinning like the giant jerk he is.]

What, did you miss me?

[see? jerk. but it's not like he waits for an answer before returning to kissing him on the mouth. and because he's a simple boy with simple needs, he is going to initiate taking this to the Next Level and reach down for finn's pants and try to ... figure out that whole situation. buttons? zipper? he's gonna undo things.]

did a wishlist call for reconditioning aus bc i brought a tl;dr setup

[bythehand]

[ fn-2187 was dragged from reconditioning in full armor, feeling like every part of his body had been scraped out raw. he didn't know how long he had to be there. they told him he wasn't permitted to ask, and he thought his tongue felt so heavy that he couldn't try to ask even if he were willing to disobey.

phasma stood him out in front of all the troops she had gathered, the way she used to single him out for praise after a simulation, and said you are all extensions of the supreme leader's will. disobedience will always be punished. you will always be brought back to where you belong. (he felt sick for a moment, couldn't define why.)

when she finished, she had him dumped into a holding cell without so much as another word. no assignments. no training. no information, no trust. some part of him, fn-2187 was sure, knew exactly what he did to earn it. that part, he couldn't touch. those thoughts were a minefield of visceral terror and pain, a labyrinth, and he knows even now that it must be for a good reason. he has no reason to doubt that.

he doesn't know how long he laid where they left him. he doesn't remember much between then and now at all, apart from vague impressions. alarms going off. being dragged down corridors, stripped of his armor. rebels, he knows now. rebels who go to the trouble of "saving" a stormtrooper only to be disappointed that they don't receive any gratitude.

they put him in a cell, too. they call it a room, and it's got light, it's got furniture, but he's not stupid. (there's a smell, for a moment, that pulls something sharp in his chest, almost makes his eyes water until he physically jerks away.) they want him watched, clearly. he's not allowed to leave. he's not allowed to have anything that could make a passable weapon. they can't be bothered to kill him and they won't let him have a way to fight.

they leave packaged food and water, seals intact, and he eats because they will slip up someday and give him the chance he needs. they set down a book that has a marker sticking out in the middle, where someone saved their place. fn-2187 kicks it once and lets it skid across the floor, desperately railing against whatever feeling twists around itself inside of him at the gesture. whatever these rebels are waiting for (and he saw it in the looks they all gave each other when they thought he wasn't looking), whatever they think they're gonna get, it's a waste of time and resources.

if they don't slip up, eventually they'll just decide to get it over with and get rid of him. he has to be ready for that, too.

he's confused more than angry. curious. he wants to understand what the goal is in all this, and even that much he thinks is a dangerous line of thought. the longer he's here, the worse it's gonna be for him when he finally finds his way back to the first order.

fn-2187 sits on the edge of the bed, straight-backed, and he waits, too. either for sleep to creep up on him or for the door to open again. ]

[bythehand]

[ SNORTS. poe dameron is jerk of the year. ]

Less once you started talking.

[ these maybe used to be poe's pants bc kylo ren ruined finn's entire one outfit wardrobe, and finn is a notorious wardrobe thief thanks to the costume department in tlj, so he can probably figure it out pretty quick. benefit of the doubt for having to figure it out from the other side tho.

so he'll help with his buttons if he thinks it's taking too long, and then he'll gun it to undo poe's pants with maximum efficiency because he's into this. sometimes in life a person just wants to get their bf's pants open and cop a proper feel, okay. a lack of prior said boyfriends doesn't mean finn's immune.

plus also the sooner he's got the two-handed work out of the way, the sooner he can also get one hand up poe's shirt. sometimes in life a person also just wants to get a hand up their bf's shirt to maximize their skin-on-skin contact. 2 cop a different and less obstructed feel.

like with a lot of poe-related adventures, finn's of the natural understanding that this is a great time to not think, aka to not take the road to overthinking. sometimes u just gotta Do It. ]

gently lays on the ground

[followhim]

[they got finn. the first order took finn back, and poe was going to fix it. leia vetoed his plan, because although yes, it was horrible, finn is just one person, the resistance has like ten people now, and it wasn't worth risking more resistance members going in and most likely getting killed. it was just too much.

but it was finn.

so, in classic poe dameron fashion, he was like fuck it, we're doing it live. if rey can fedex herself to kylo ren and make it out in one piece, and finn and rose could sneak onto the supremacy and make it out (by… dumb luck???) he could do it, too, damn it. and also, it's impossible to talk him out of doing something once he's set his mind to it. this is a need to know plan that literally no one else needs to know.

except for maz kanata. now that they're on less of a time-crunch, maz isn't settling union disputes and can actually get him in. she finagles the whole thing. and probably also reiterated that this was not his brightest idea, but it fell on deaf ears. bye. what is so hard to understand about THIS IS FINN? finn saved his life and he's going to return the favor if it's the last thing he does.

so he made it in. because he's kind of a celebrity at this point (or at the very least, there's a probability that someone will be like "hey, wasn't that guy a prisoner on the finalizer that one time"), he steals a stormtrooper uniform instead of an officer uniform. it's very original trilogy.

maz hooked him up, tbh. he had the map of the ship, knows where he's supposed to go (with the assumption that they'd be keeping him in a holding cell). the code for the doors is trickier, because it's not like they're all the same. there's no guarantee which room finn is going to be in. so he has to spend some time being quiet and observational, trying to figure it out. see who's supposed to be giving out rations for the day. uhhhhh…. knock them out and hope they don't come to any time soon. go rescue finn.

did he actually pull this off???? is he actually pulling this off? he is literally the most amazing person he knows. the force is on his side right now.

that's what's going on in his head as he opens the door and yanks his helmet off with a grin, like this is going to be a heartfelt reunion.]

Finn! I'm so — Come on, I don't know how much time we have. We gotta get out of here. [he holds out his hand for finn to take.]

poe and his poor hopeful face... rip 2k18

[bythehand]

[ on the long, long list of things he wasn't expecting, this probably takes the top spot. a trooper comes in and takes off their helmet, grinning wildly, and his whole thought process takes a thorough etch-a-sketch style shaking for a long moment. he doesn't know what to think.

what the fuck is happening, for lack of any more graceful term, is the exact thought that finally sets his brain back into motion.

this is bad, he thinks next, this is very bad, and it's gonna ruin everything that he's been trying to build back up--

and that word, that name he somehow knows is a name, sparks a reactionary flood of fear so intense that it cuts his breath short. part of that labyrinth. part of what he's not touching, what he can't touch. it's not exactly becoming of the kind of soldier that the stormtrooper program produces, but fn-2187 recoils before he can rein himself in, pushes backwards until he meets the wall. ]

What the hell are you doing?

[ the door's open, he realizes belatedly, it's open, he could just-- it's what he was waiting for, wasn't it? was he planning to do anything at all? maybe he wasn't. because now that the opportunity is here, now that someone is standing there saying we gotta get out, the thought of running is all but dead.

maybe he was going to sit in here until someone decided that the only way to make up for whatever he did was to slowly waste away, because troopers are about as worthwhile and replaceable as a tray in the mess hall. maybe that's just what he deserves. ]