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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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[umbraeternam]

[ Oh, she sees it. Feels it. The way the chord she struck felt similar yet uniquely different from the one that belonged to his droid. Such a big heart the pilot has. So many feelings for others.

How utterly exhausting that must be. Kylo can't relate. There's no one remotely close enough to her that could be threatened and invoke such an emotional response. Not even the single other member of her family; Kylo would kill the woman who was her mother with less hesitance than she killed her father. Leia meant nothing to her now. People were pawns. Weaknesses for others. A Supreme Leader had no need for weakness.

Kylo lifts a brow as she gives him an expectant look, waiting a few moments to see if Poe will finish his thought. When he doesn't she lets the Force finish it for him, her power dipping briefly into his mind. ]

Hmm, yes, I could do that. Or I could torture him to death. [ She shrugs a shoulder, her fingers trailing through his hair even as he radiates anger and discontent. ] Perhaps I should subject him to a similar fate to yours, hmm? Give myself a matching pair of toys. [ Now she's purposely trying to provoke him. It's good practice for when the First Order does eventually capture someone else from the Resistance. ]

[followhim]

No!

[ it bursts out of him before he can temper his emotions. he's running too hot. and she looked inside his mind, he knows she did and it just serves as a further irritant.

he didn't know what was worse. there wasn't a good end. torturing. reconditioning. being tortured as part of some mindgame, instead of the straightforward way to death. that seemed like the "best" option and he still couldn't allow the thought of subjecting finn to it. ]

Leave him alone. Just ... just leave him alone.

[ maybe finn would die in crossfire before kylo had a chance to get ahold of him. maybe he'd go headfirst into another cannon. at least a death that way would be quick. not drawn out by a sadist. it felt so grim to actually hope for that. parts of him keep slipping. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ One hand moves to cup the side of his face as her eyes run over him, noting the emotion but also the way the cuts look. Part of her thinks she went too easy on him. ]

You can't even save yourself, how in the world are you going to save anyone else?

[ There's more Kylo could do, so much more, but he's so riled up and in pain that she feels fairly satisfied.

She moves, getting off of him, and she steps over him to walk over to the door. A slight gesture of one hand unlocks it and when it slides open she half steps out to address the trooper on guard in the corridor. ] Take the prisoner down to holding, and have a doctor come patch up his wounds. If he struggles too much, stun him.

[ When she steps back in the room Kylo merely casts a glance down at Poe and walks over to retrieve her comm device. Once she's cleaned up a little she'll be off to see what comm frequencies have been found within the data from the droid, as she has little doubt the droid had a way to reach practically everyone in the Resistance. That way she could send the image directly to Rey, assuming they hadn't started changing up their frequencies upon the droid's return. ]

[forcevisions]

[ The anxiety in her scent pitches, continuing to sour the air — more over time, not less. She squirms as though she means to free herself from his knot, but it's a worthless endeavor, and something clenches in her chest at even the thought. She couldn't stand to part from him right now, despite wanting to desperately. It would only push her from grief and misery into a full-blown panic attack.

But lying here with him, drinking in the comfort he tries to offer her with his remorse, it feels dirty and wrong in another way.

She's not just wrong and broken. She's a monster. She's taken Finn's alpha, and it's too easy to hear Poe's apology as a clear declaration of how it's her fault. Her pheromones. Beyond that, she's displeased him, made him miserable when they're supposed to be taking care of each other. A reminder that she is not his mate, she is something broken and disappointing that is only here to distract him, to ruin something that he loves.

She releases a croaking groan and stops shifting suddenly. It feels too good, the way he's stretching her. She hates that especially, right now. ]

I thought you were different.

[ She mutters this because she can't hold it back. There's bitterness there which accuses alpha as a whole of this behavior. Marking without asking, disappointing their omegas. He was supposed to cherish Finn the way that Ben had never properly cherished her. They were supposed to be the fairytale. But he'd hurt Finn and he'd hurt Rey and he was— ]

You were supposed to take care of him.

[followhim]

[ her temporary struggle against his knot creates some amazing friction, even though his brain is like "um that's bad she's trying to get away though?" but his brain is wrong, because the rest of him knows with absolute certainty that that's not happening. ]

I know, I know, I just —

[ while trying to make more apologies and excuses for himself, something clicks. he understands why this is happening. it makes sense. finn was on suppressants. he still went into heat, but the chance of conceiving was practically zero. which was great for their "bang all the time no matter what time of the month it is" lifestyle.

rey wasn't.

whose heat/rut set off the other was a chicken or the egg kind of quandary. it didn't really matter. he found a new viable breeding source, pure ass mexican coke when he'd been thriving off diet. and he had been helpless against it. even now, spent and knotted in, his blood hummed with the idea of getting to fuck her over and over again until it took, true heat style.

but??? finn? ? ? come on coherent thought. come back. back to unknown planet. ]

— I can take care of you both.

[ can he? does star wars have an equivalent of sister wives? ]

[followhim]

[ she's right, and the truth of it cuts into him, colder and deeper than her prods with the knife had been. there was nothing he could do to help finn. or anyone. he couldn't even save himself. he kept trying, and it was like throwing himself at at a barrier. an endless cycle of smashing uselessly against it.

being stunned didn't feel like an experience he wanted to repeat today. not after the first time left him so vulnerable. so he tries to behave himself. sit still through the stitching and the smearing of bacta. none of it made him feel better. sure, the actual physical pain was lessened, but it did nothing for the dread. she was just creating a new blank canvas to inflict more torture on. thinking otherwise was stupid.

holding felt better than the officer's room, though. more real. he didn't have to feel disgusted with himself when he was sitting in holding. instead, he could worry about what terrible things kylo was probably going to do to his friends while he's left sitting. all the finn talk dragged that line of thinking up to the surface. ]

[followhim]

[ as stubborn as he is ... he knows better than to reject the help and biff it walking. in front of kylo ren of all people. it was two different flavors of embarrassment, and accepting the help felt more tasteful, even if just by the smallest bit. he leans and even puts an arm around her. ]

No? I dunno if you noticed, but I was kind of busy.

[umbraeternam]

[ She's a little surprised by the lack of protest, but she also takes it as a sign of how he's feeling. Which makes her all the more intent on having him seen by the medical staff before she attends to anything else. ]

I thought you might have noticed how many accompanied him to retrieve you. [ No matter, she could sort out if there were others who were indulging in the thought of mutiny with Hux.

The expected signs of a fight greet them in the corridor. Walls marked by blaster fire, a few sparking electrical panels, several troopers and fallen weapons on the ground. One of the Knights still on scene supervises a few other troopers with collection of the bodies. A small group of officers and troops have gathered at one end of the corridor, observing the situation with curiosity and unease.

Kylo and Poe's appearance causes a pause in activity, not unexpected, though Kylo ignores it, addressing the Knight nearest her. ] There's a few more bodies inside. Keep Hux's separate from the others, I'll tend to his disposal myself. [ Seeing him become ash will be almost as satisfying as watching Snoke's body fall to the ground. ]

"General Hux is dead?!"

[ The quiet exclamation comes from one of the officers who looks to almost immediately regret giving voice to their thoughts as it draws Kylo's attention. Her free hand reaches out and while she doesn't Force choke them, she does draw them forward from the group. ]

Yes, General Hux is dead. He disobeyed my direct orders and led a small mutiny attempt, and an attempt on my life. Do you know what the punishment is for mutiny?

"Y-Yes, Supreme Leader." [ The officer stammers out, shaking slightly as the Force holds them halfway between Kylo and the group. ] "The punishment is death."

Did you know anything about what Hux was planning?

[ Their eyes widen and they rapidly shake their head. ] "No, my lord, I had no idea, I swear!"

[ After a tense moment Kylo makes a gesture, releasing them and half pushing them back toward the group. ] Let it be known that any with knowledge of General Hux's treachery who do not confess to it will meet the same fate he has. To betray me is to betray the First Order. Am I understood?

[ A small chorus of "Yes, Supreme Leader" comes from the group, and the working troopers, who stand at attention as they reply.

Satisfied with the display -- and not sensing any untoward thoughts from those gathered -- Kylo turns at last to begin leading them toward medical. As she does so she casts a glance at Poe. ] If you feel like you might pass out, don't worry. I've carried heavier.

[forcevisions]

[ It'll never be as good as having a real mate. They'll always have the closer bond, Poe and Finn. But for a moment, her hormone-addled brain is just yes, good, alpha will solve your problems. Alpha will make it right. That's not such a loss. She'd never have a real mate except for Ben, and Ben was … complicated. Distant. Dangerous.

She'd have to have someone to help her through her heats. She struggles, still, with the idea that Finn could ever accept this, but it's Finn. It's Finn. He'd share his toothbrush with her if he thought she was going without. And this, well, heats suffered alone were painful. Rey's breath is still short as she mulls it over, avoiding looking at him.

Hurt has transformed into a kind of fulfillment. She's wanted. Poe wants her. It shouldn't feel so good, but she's such a reject omega that she can't help it. She whimpers slightly. ]

Please.

[ This time when she squirms it's to shift his knot slightly so she can feel it stretch her, and she moans with it. The consequences here, where having a heat again means she's fertile again and going without suppressants because she'd never needed them meant the cum Poe's knot was trapping in her was more likely to take — well, that isn't occurring to her right now. She's caught in the blind haze of wanting to feel wanted. Genuinely wanted. ]

[followhim]

[ it's fine, he's not really thinking of what finn would want. finn's preferences. he cares about and loves finn, of course, but what he wants supersedes what finn wants. finn doesn't really get any other choice but to agree.

he's still not really thinking. he tried to regain some kind of handle on thinking, really think about what he's saying or doing, but it's too hard. it's like trying to do math in a dream. there's too much in the way. too many hormones and sensations. every time she shifts against his knot is a reminder that he's still inside her. there was so much hesitance in the way she reprimanded him for disregarding finn, in the way that she squirms like she wants to break free. looking away from him.

but then she gives in. he can feel it. the snap of something changing. relenting. ]

I will. [he kisses her on the mouth, then goes back to where he'd been before, with his face pressed against her neck. he kisses over where he drew blood biting her. does he think that will ease any discomfort she's feeling? probably not. but he gets to take in her scent, which is his main priority.

his. she's his. he shifts on top of her, letting his muscles relax, longing to melt into her. every inch of her is his and he wants to rub his scent all over her until everyone else knows it, too. erase any trace of kylo ren that might have been left behind. kylo ren abandoned her and now she's his. ]

I'll take care of you, okay? You don't ever have to be alone again.

[ ♬ we'll never have problems again.mp3 ]

[forcevisions]

[ She shivers when his lips find her mating gland again. Her whole body wants to indulge in the warmth of it, rejoice in how good it feels to have attention paid there, but anxiety winds through her when he gets near it too, the Rey parts of her too traumatized by being loved and left to want anyone near that again. It can't properly belong to him anyway.

It keeps her from fully submerging in the warm afterglow of his knot, even now that she has surrendered to wanting to call herself his. She cannot really be his. There is a thin, rumbling tension in her biology that tells her she should be ashamed of herself for trying to take another mate. She tries to hush it, desperately. ]

Poe. [ It's caught somewhere between anguish and relief, a moan that she buries in his neck in turn, wrapping her arms around him so that she can stay here, cling to him, to this. He knows all the right words, this alpha. He can take care of her. He can fix what is so terribly broken in her, or at least, he wants to do his best to. ] Promise me.

i apparently can't not write novels when starting scenes, whoops.

[umbraeternam]

[ She's midway through a meeting with high command when something pricks the edge of her senses. It's similar to when the presence of someone she has a connection to suddenly comes into range, but not quite the same. Kylo tries to ignore it but it becomes a persistent distraction, an awareness bidding her to turn her attention elsewhere, to leave what she's doing and track down the source.

The sensation isn't entirely unfamiliar but she hasn't felt it in quite some time. Suppressants were standard issue in the fleet; missing a dose was unacceptable as it could jeopardize more lives than just the one who slipped up, particularly if heat or rut kicked in during a battle. Kylo had reluctantly taken them during her youth in an effort to temper her aggression -- more a result of the increasing call of the dark side than hormones, although the hormones certainly didn't help -- but they proved a wasted effort. Whether due to increased metabolism or simply something intrinsic within force-sensitives, suppressants bore little-to-no effect. It was simply something a Force user had to learn to control... or how to take the necessary precautions if they didn't have the strength of will.

Kylo considered it a blessing she had been born alpha, even if her Force-enhanced senses could make her painfully aware of the status of others. Early on Snoke had tried to convince her otherwise. Tried and failed horribly; if anything, the meddling only worsened her natural tendencies. With her mind now clearer in the wake of his death, so too was control of her instincts easier to come by, at least to a point. Instinct was instinct for a reason. She just didn't often have cause to worry about it when she was surrounded by people properly medicated or separated from the group when necessary.

But right now? Right now those instincts are demanding her to give notice, to the point that she's out the door the moment the meeting ends. If someone missed a dose there were teams to handle that, to locate the individual and sequester them appropriately. This doesn't need to be her concern. Except she kind of wants it to be. She wants to know who slipped up and punish them for putting those around them in danger. A ship full of thousands and where most are in close proximity to each other is not a good place for hormones to start kicking in.

She also wants to punish whomever it is because she can't take her annoyance out on the First Order's latest prisoner. Whether it was luck or skill, they had captured the Resistance pilot again a couple weeks ago, and Kylo was fully intent on not squandering the opportunity that presented itself. After suitably interrogating him and combing through his mind for vital Resistance information, he was going to be turned so the First Order could make use of his unique skills. A few of the generals -- Hux included -- were pushing for traditional reconditioning but Kylo wasn't convinced. Having been in the pilot's mind a few times now, she felt she could do a better job of 'reprogramming' him than what stormtrooper recruits were subjected to. Perhaps one more venture into his mind to root out any lingering secrets and then he would be ready...

Kylo stops suddenly in the corridor as realization hits her. It's not someone in the fleet that she's sensing. Smelling. It's someone who hasn't had access to suppressants because it didn't occur to anyone they might be necessary, and prisoners weren't generally afforded them anyway.

Cursing under her breath, she quickens her pace toward the holding cells. Officers were an unlikely concern but troopers and lesser staff weren't exactly known for the greatest willpower or strongest minds. Prisoners had been accidentally maimed or killed in the past due to similar circumstances. That was not going to happen to her prisoner.

Her prisoner? Kylo huffs out a breath and shakes her head, brushing aside the thought as she strides past patrols who barely have time to get out of her way. ]

it's all good fam

[followhim]

[ poe basically started on suppressants from the moment he presented as an omega. he didn't feel like an omega (does anyone?). he didn't want any of it. no heats putting him out of commission for days on end, no being perceived as less than. he could just do his thing. pass as a beta, live out his piloting dreams, lead the resistance. the whole shebang. the resistance was all that mattered.

then he got caught. again. the first time was okay. it hadn't even been a whole day, and even counting being stranded on jakku after, he only missed one dose. not a big deal. it was fine.

but here, this second time, it's been weeks. maybe. probably. he's not 100% sure about the passage of time. it all blurred together. the despair over the resistance not having the manpower to rescue him mixed with the tension of being kept in holding for so long between the interrogation and clawing through his mind. a layer of guilt added to the despair over what they'd taken from him that he couldn't hold back.

at first he thought maybe it was something being inflicted on him. something the first order put in the food that was doing something to him. making him feverish, turning his insides into fire. it'd been so long, he'd forgotten what it was until he was far gone into the thick of it. no. no no no. this can't be happening. this is the worst place and the worst time for it to be happening, but he couldn't begin to think of anything he could do to hide or stop it. no, that was impossible, if he hid it, no alpha would come to fuck him and that thought was nigh unbearable.

no one had come to check on him yet, which made him feel relieved — he was a mess, dampness soaking through his pants and trying futilely to maneuver his restraints in a way that would let him at least unzip his pants and touch himself. on the other hand, being left alone was driving him crazy because if someone, anyone, would find him, then —

he can smell her. some distance away, but he can smell her, and it makes him close his eyes and breathe deep. her scent hadn't really registered to him before, not while on suppressants and screaming while she dug into his brain, but it's all he can smell now. like a cool rain. she's going to come. kylo's going to come and be his alpha, and everything is going to be okay. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Every step, every moment, increases the urgency. She knows the more time that passes the worse it will get. The harder it will become for those lesser to resist that primal call.

Kylo tells herself she's rushing purely on the principle of protecting her investment. To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control. She has a plan, even. Remove him from holding. Take him somewhere more closed off, where his scent won't threaten to trigger anyone and the heat can be ridden out safely until it passes. If she thought she could trust anyone to help she might call upon a couple of the knights but no, she'll handle it herself. She needs to take care of this herself. She doesn't want anyone else putting their hands on him.

The scent of him is tantalizing even at a distance. A mix of sweet and spice and other notes she can't place but surely she could if she were closer, if she could just breathe him in and --

She growls in frustration at herself as she feels her control slipping. Embarrassing, that's what it was. Both not thinking to investigate what he was once they captured him and letting herself become so affected by this omega. She's better than this, better than some average alpha who loses themselves at the first whiff of an omega in heat.

By the Force, she had better be, as no sooner did she arrive in the holding block than it became quickly apparent that others were feeling the draw.

Kylo's naturally possessive, even without the alpha instincts, and that possessiveness flares up dramatically when she notices a trooper or two lingering near Poe's cell. She casts a hand out to use the Force to throw them back, harder than necessary but damn it, he was hers. Or would be in short order. ]

Clear this area. NOW. [ Her voice holds steady but her tone is sharp and biting, practically daring any to try and talk back. She can sense people scattering but it's more distant an awareness than it should be. Muffled by Poe's near-overwhelming presence now that she's so near.

As she turns to finally look at him she swallows thickly, feeling heat coil low in her body. That idea about going somewhere arguably safer? Yeah, she's suddenly not feeling so certain about that. She knows it's what needs to happen, probably. But she's also feeling a need to lay hands on him and bury her face against his skin, and she's not so sure her control is strong enough to resist if she gets close enough to touch. ]

[followhim]

[ he looks up at her, and the part of him that's still himself recoils. he couldn't. this is kylo ren. the person he hates more than anyone or anything. she'd already taken so much from him, ripped his secrets right out of his brain, how could she possibly take anymore? how could he want her to take any more?

but he does. the part of him that's all hormones and impulses shoves the reticence down. there's no need for it there. she could take care of him. she could make it better. she could be his alpha, and he'd belong to her, that sense of belonging feeling soft and warm like a blanket fresh out of the wash. no more need for choice. just being hers.

he writhes in his seat, what's left of him trying its best to not let him full-on fling himself at her. no. he couldn't do that. he wouldn't do that. ]

Please ... [ his voice comes out in a whine, pleading. increasingly desperate. ] please. I need you. Please.

[followhim]

I promise. [ the words come as easily as anything else. he's gone full-tilt into his make-rey-also-his-omega campaign. (his biology doesn't care. his cells are high-fiving each other like "dude the only thing better than one omega is two." alphas are dumb.)

anyway, look at her. she's so sad and alone and lost. what kind of alpha would abandon his omega like that? it's unforgivable. the thought of it sets a sharp shock of anger through his thoughts, even through the haze of the afterglow. he is 100 percent down for fighting kylo ren for rey's honor. he'll meet him in the pit and tear him apart with his bare hands. ]

I promise. [ he repeats it again, piling on the sincerity. ] I'm gonna take such good care of you. We'll make it right. I'm gonna make it right. [ read: i'm going to murder kylo ren. ]

[forcevisions]

[ Make … what … right …

A good question which is 100% lost to her right now in the haze of yesgoodmoreplease. Poe offering to take care of her is like heroin right now, and the promise has her humming and nipping at the scratchy underside of his jaw. She squeezes around his knot, a pulse bringing with it a fresh deluge of slick, spurred on by his commitment.

Poe was the ideal alpha. Solid. Brave. Aggressive. Poe would protect their family, her family. Poe and Finn would be her family. It sets in with a sudden, warm rush. She makes her way up to his mouth for a heady kiss, tasting him, drinking him down. It's silent gratitude. Appreciation. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ This is going to happen. It's going to happen, she can feel it in her bones. But on her terms. Not here. She has enough control for that. She needs to exercise enough control for the both of them.

This omega is hers and she doesn't want to give anyone else the chance to even entertain that they might have an opportunity.

Gods, she hasn't even touched him yet and her mind is already staking a claim. Although... that wasn't really true, was it? She's touched him, just not physically. She's been where no one else has and her power has touched him more intimately than anyone else could even try. And no one else will. That must be why he's chipping away so steadily at her control. Kylo rationalizes it while she can. As if instinct isn't a good enough reason.

The way he whines, begs, tugs at her something fierce and she has to close her eyes briefly in order to try and regain her focus. ]

I know.

[ Her tone is steady, strong, yet there's a hint of something kinder in those two simple words. A gentle placation. She knows, it's okay, she'll tend to what he needs, she'll take care of it, of him.

Kylo forces out a slow exhale as she opens her eyes and enters the holding cell. All it takes is one gesture to free him of the restraints. She'd like to get rid of clothing that swiftly but no. Not yet. Focus. She stops to stand in front of him, only pausing for a moment because any second wasted is a second less that her control will last. He's in no condition to walk so she does the only sensible thing, the only option that isn't to push him down on the floor right there and claim every inch of him. She grabs him by one arm, hefting him to his feet only to throw him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, although she does so with surprising gentleness. While she's taking what's hers, she doesn't want to hurt him in the process.

His pride might hate her later... or then again perhaps not, because what omega didn't want a strong alpha? Strength made it easier to protect, and to possess.

She doesn't give him time to protest -- not that she thinks he's capable of doing so if he wanted to -- and doesn't give herself a chance to focus on her senses, almost immediately walking out of the cell to leave the area. Kylo can't think about touching him, or how close he is, or how absolutely amazing he smells or she might as well give up on moving them somewhere safer. And giving up isn't a thing she tends to do. Her quarters are, well, not on the other side of the ship but they definitely feel too damn far away at the moment. No matter, she'll get them there. It would probably take every last shred of her control but she's determined. She has to protect what's hers and the best way to do that is to take him where no one else can get to him. Where she can have him all to herself. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Kylo finds it amusing that after all this time, it's something so simple that causes the Jedi to reopen their private line of communication. The bond rips open with force some hours after the image is sent, and she readily accepts the headache because the sheer fury she can feel from the younger woman more than makes up for any moderate pains at having the dormant connection reopened.

It's almost too easy, goading Rey. Hanging it over her head that for being a Jedi, a sworn protector, she's sure done a piss-poor job of keeping those arguably in her charge from harm. She makes some blind threats in return but Kylo barely gives rise. The thought of the Resistance being able to strike out is laughable. As is the thought of them rescuing their prized pilot. She points out that she could have blasted them to pieces instead of returning the droid, though she hopes they've moved bases because she's going to send a dreadnought in the coming days to check.

By the time the connection is severed again, Kylo's in a wonderful mood despite having to feel a level of Rey's emotional pain. She so hopes the Resistance will do something foolish. In the meantime though, there are plenty of planets yet to bring under the First Order's shade and pockets of local resistance to exterminate.

Several days later the holding cells are a little more populated. They've rounded up one of the rebel groups they found through the droid's datafiles, and while several were killed in the fighting or left to be executed by the planetary government as an example of what happens to enemies of the First Order, a dozen or so have found themselves guests of the First Order. Over the following days they're taken off one by one to be interrogated; a few don't return.

When troopers eventually come to take Poe from his cell, he won't be the only one. The youngest of the rebels still alive, a girl barely out of her teenage years, will also be hauled out of her cell. While the girl's only been to interrogation, Poe will likely recognize where they're being taken to since it was his last 'visit' with Kylo.

And Kylo's there, waiting, when the troopers drag the two of them in the torture room. ]

Put the girl on the rack. [ She makes a gesture with one hand that's already holding a long blade, and then points to a set of chains attached to the nearby wall. ] And put him over here. I want to make sure he has a good view.

[followhim]

[ he kisses back in his usual way — always too hard, too much — but right now "too hard" doesn't feel like enough. when he bites at her lip (another one of his ~usual moves~), he bites too hard. he can taste blood like copper in his mouth as soon as he does, but it doesn't stop him. he lets the red mix in with their spit.

you know what he's into now? murder talk. thinking about doing a murder for rey is The Good Shit. it's prepping him for round two. the thought of doing something for rey, proving himself and showing that he could protect her ... it gives him a rush like he just did a hit of the good spice. (speaking of, when he breaks the kiss, his face finds its way back to her neck to take in the undiluted scent from her mating gland. mix the blood from her lip with the blood from her neck. it's all the same blood, it's fine.

she didn't ask for it but here's some Pillow Talk.]

You know what I'm gonna do? [ he breathes the words against her neck. ] I'm gonna find him. I'm gonna find Kylo Ren, and I'm going to kill him. Because he left you. He treated you like nothing, and you're not. You're too good for him. You're mine. Nobody's ever gonna hurt you like that again. I'm gonna tear him apart.

[ he's not even envision using a blaster. he's like yeah i'm just dead ass gonna tear him apart with my bare hands watch me yeet. ]

[followhim]

[ she knows. she knows. he lets the words wash over him. she's his alpha (his, what's left of his brain elevated her from "an alpha" to "his alpha," and the rest of him was in no condition to complain), and she's going to take care of him. breathing can come a little easier.

that said, as soon as he's out of the restraints, all his hormonal impulses are clothing-related. getting his own clothing off, ripping her clothing off, just a whole all clothes must go situation. before those impulses can become a reality, though, she's hefting him off the ground and over her shoulders. where did??? the ground go??? one second it was there, and then it was gone. whoosh.

the thought is immediately gone (also — pride? what pride? there is not room for any scrap of pride in his entire body right now) with the realization that being carried by kylo meant being pressed against her. at least it means that he doesn't struggle — instead, all his energy goes into trying to rub against her. to melt into her, if he could. if his cells would allow. he's grabbing at her, he's trying to press his face into her shoulder to take in her scent that much better. he's a mess.

something in him quivers at the idea of displeasing her, worries that he's going to be scolded or commanded to stop. he would, of course, because pleasing her and being the best omega possible is number one on his priority list … but he wants her so much.

he mutters something against her shoulder, most likely "hurry."]

[followhim]

[ the time alone is never really any easier than the time spent in her presence. instead of actively being in pain and turmoil, he has to spend his time constantly on edge for the shoe to drop. for her to show up to inflict more pain, or to deliver news that he knew he'd probably never be ready to hear. (his resistance being destroyed. because it was his. his as much as anything. and whatever happened to it ... the darker part of himself didn't hesitate to point out that it would be because of him.)

as the holding cells fill up, all the captured rebels feel like a weight crushing his chest. these were people who relied on him to give them hope. and here ... now ... he didn't feel like he could. too much of the light was smashed out of him. all broken and fractured. who could look to that? for all his fighting, he couldn't even save himself. he keeps his distance, stays quiet. it hurts to do it, but the thought of leading them into a fool's errand hurt more. it's like he learned something after all.

that said, it's not until he's struggling against the knights trying to pull him towards the chains that he realizes there is still fight in him. enough fight to save one person, because she's barely more than a child and she's good. she didn't deserve any of this. ]

Leave her alone! Hey! Leave her out of this! I thought we had something special.

[umbraeternam]

[ The closeness is a double-edged sword. On one hand it settles her concern because she knows with certainty no one else can lay their hands on him. Also, by removing him from holding she's removing a very dangerous problem.

But on the other hand it ramps up everything else. He's close but not close enough, not close in the way that she wants. Her hands want to roam and explore and grab and hold. All she can do at the moment is the latter. A task made more difficult by the way he seems unable to hold still. She should have anticipated it but it wasn't as if she'd had a whole lot of options. Also making it difficult is the fact that not all of her minds his efforts to clutch at and press against her. It's arousing in and of itself, the way he so blatantly needs her. ]

Settle down. [ Kylo finally hisses at him, her hands tightening their grip on him. It's a strange feeling, to not really want to scold him but knowing she has to. He's eating away at her control with every breath. His unique scent is all she can smell, all she wants to smell, and even as she walks she keeps thinking about how badly she wants to nuzzle against his skin the way she can feel him pressing his face against her.

Honestly, she's barely aware of the assorted staff they pass. They don't matter. The only person that matters is Poe. The only thing that matters is claiming him, making him hers, satisfying his need that's calling out to the deepest part of her. Kylo can hear her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing is heavy in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. She feels warm, doubly so where his body is against hers, her clothing uncomfortable and burdensome. Why was it necessary? Why can't she just stop and shove him against the nearest wall and take what's hers? If she did that then everyone would know that he was spoken for. Everyone would hear how well she was capable of satisfying her omega and no one else could possibly compare.

Focus. It becomes a mantra in her head. Over and over until at last they reach her private chambers. When she was back fully in her right mind she would have to give thanks for all the meditation training her uncle had insisted upon when she was younger.

The door barely shuts behind them before Kylo falls to her knees, not from the weight but from how much effort it had taken to get them there. What little control remains is slipping fast through her fingers. There's at least enough of her logical mind left to unhook her saber from her belt and use the Force to put it safely on the other side of the room, far from physical reach. She'd never hurt her omega but why chance an accident happening if it could be avoided entirely.

And despite the need quickly taking over her senses Kylo is careful as she moves him from her shoulders. Well. Careful for however long it takes to do that as almost immediately she's trying to climb on top of him and press her body against his. Clothes are still in the way, she can't get at skin, but she needs to be close to him. Needs it like she needs to breathe. ]

[followhim]

[ he spares her an annoyed glance. hoo boy. that "i've carried heavier" comment is just salt in his already considerable wound. ]

I'm not gonna pass out. [ said with all the certainty of a first grader. he's not going to pass out, so don't worry about it. he doesn't move away from her, though. his huffiness isn't actually a sign of feeling better. just stubborn.

as he takes in what's happening around him (only able to process about half of it, realistically), he comments: ]

Looks like Hux had as many friends in the First Order as he did in the Resistance. [ followed by a snort of a laugh to himself. is that really what's happening or just his skewed perception of reality?? ? ]

[umbraeternam]

No shame in it if you do. [ She remarks, her own small effort at trying to show her previous statement wasn't meant as a dig at him. ] Most people don't stand up to those droids half as well as you have.

[ And she would ask how much he had endured this time around before her arrival if she thought he'd be able to tell her. She supposes she could have checked the droid's records but, well, it was a pile of scrap metal now. ]

Likely, yes. He possessed a certain ruthless ambition, it's a great deal of why Snoke kept him around. [ It's also why Kylo had never trusted Hux for a moment. The fact he was always happy to try and show her up when they were both dealing with Snoke didn't help matters. ]

He also tended to clash with the old guard left over from the Empire, but there aren't a terrible amount of them left. [ Another glance at Poe, given he was partially to 'blame' for that. Kylo was never particularly upset about that, apart from the loss of experience. And okay, those who had served the Empire did tend to show a bit more respect for a force user in their midst, but she was getting by just fine with fearful respect from others. ]