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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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[ he better be. and when he does get there, he will find her tipped back in her chair, long hair hanging down towards the floor as her feet prop up on the table top.

clearly, no one is doing any work here. or paying attention to their skirt. no wonder the sixth years are getting a show. ]

[ he enters the library with his robes askew and hair artistically tousled — his fresh-from-being-outside luq. genetics really came through for him on the hair.

he squints a little at the whole skirt situation, since it feels weird to go fight with some sixth-year simply for having eyes. you know what? he's not going to think about it. he just going to sit his ass down at the library table. ]

It's due tomorrow, isn't it?

Mmhmm.

[ she only sounds zen because she's already completely given up on this whole essay thing. fuck it. she does not need history to be a really cool codebreaker. ]

You look cute. [ she's into it. ]

Yeah? [ he looks slightly confused because he's a dumb boy. he was just outside ~~working on his fitness~~ ~~trying to fly his broomstick into the moon~~ practicing? ]

Uh... you too. [ said with all the spirit of a dumb teenage boy.

daisy may have given up but he came to the library for this damn it. making him come inside. rude. ]

Do you have notes or something we can use?

[ so, like, his usual energy ]

I mean... [ a vague wave of her hand at the piles of stupid notes and books. most of these were stolen from other people's shit, they won't miss them in the middle of the night. she'll return them or something. ]

Do we have to do it?

Why'd you make me come help you if you weren't gonna do it?

[ it's teasing. he reaches out for the note at the top of the pile so he can crumple it up and toss it at her. sorry original author of this note tbh. ]

What, because a broom's the only thing you like between your legs?

[ idiot. ]

[ you can see the subtext slowly dawn on him. it's a process happening visibly on his face. (he's not a smart boy.) ]

Oh. Oh. That's -- yeah. Yeah, okay. We can... study.

Took you long enough to catch up there, Dameron.

[ maybe a broom is the only thing he likes. she knows it vibrates enough for at least one girl on the hufflepuff team. ]

[ he makes a sour lemon face at that. ] Took you long enough to say what you really wanted.

[ like... so there. he grins and tosses another note at her. it's his love language??? ]

[ whatEVER. like this isn't opportunity number five bajillion. ]

Do you want to get handsy in the stacks or not?

Yeah, yeah. C'mon.

[ he gets up and holds out his hand for her to take. he's going to romantically lead her into the stacks, how 'bout that. ]

[ Things had become interesting since that unexpected claim had been made some weeks ago. No one would question their very-alpha leader taking an omega to tend to the needs every alpha had. Several in the fleet would happily offer themselves to serve in such a role.

However, the fact it was a prisoner of war that she laid claim to — the Resistance commander that had been such a thorn in the First Order's side, at that — caused more than a few raised eyebrows.

Did Kylo care? No. Did anyone make much of a fuss? Not after she killed the first dissenting voice who thought it pertinent to continue with the plan to recondition the pilot. (Sadly that voice hadn't been Hux, if only because someone else managed to get a word out first.) Kylo made it exceedingly clear that "the prisoner" would not be going anywhere but he also was not going to be reconditioned, or tortured further, or continue to be kept in a cell. What she didn't share was the fact she'd done more than simply temporarily claim Poe, mostly so a certain someone wouldn't use such information against her, but also a little bit because she was still coming to terms with that herself.

As soon as Kylo returns from inspecting the fleet's newest dreadnought she knows something is awry. It's not a feeling she can put a name to, though she could probably chalk it up to a mix of Force intuition and her instincts.

Her brows furrow in concentration as she tries to sort out what's wrong, interrupting the officer who's giving her a status update. ]

Where's Dameron? [ Not 'the prisoner', she hasn't called him that in some time, even if it's arguably what he remains, on some level.

The officer swallows as there's a shift in their presence that immediately makes Kylo tense, but they answer her question before her hand twitches. ]

"There was an altercation during your absence."

Where. Is. He?

"Holding cell 106-A. General Hux said —"

[ Kylo nearly kills the messenger as her arm shoots out and the officer drops the datapad in their hands as they immediately grasp at their throat. But a moment later her arm drops, as does the officer as they struggle to breathe, and Kylo storms off in a flurry of black toward the holding block. She swears she's going to strangle Hux with her bare hands. First things first though, she needs to make sure ~~her mate~~ Poe is okay. The very hint that he might not be both infuriates her and causes a slight feeling of guilt. ]

[ how sweet??? hope nobody steals her notes because she's just gonna... follow. into the stacks. his robes will make a nice blanket but she does not have any because? they are still on the chair? ]

Where? Your face?

[ ha ha ha! she's so funny ]

[ Kylo's eyes narrow and her stare is almost a tangible thing as the Force flows through her, like a weight that could easily pin a person — or bury them. Occasionally she was amused by his sass; there's not an ounce of amusement in her body language right now.

Her gaze flicks to the troopers, clearing her throat expectantly, and the sound seems to spur them back in motion. The troopers each grab an arm and move to pull him over and shackle him to the wall. Poe isn't the first person they've brought to the room but he's probably the only one who's going to leave still breathing. Before they actually do Kylo speaks, and there's a distinct coldness in her voice, though not from a lack of emotion. ]

No. I want the prisoner facing the wall.

[ Because sometimes she enjoyed the dread caused by a person seeing what was coming, and other times she wanted the fear of uncertainty.

The person she's been torturing makes a whimpering sound, drawing her attention back to them, and the shift of her hand shifts her power already inside their mind, making them convulse in pain. To say she's upset that high-value targets escaped is an understatement, although taking her displeasure out on others who weren't as lucky has been helping. Truthfully she'd had half a mind to summon Poe earlier but she forced herself to wait until she was reasonably certain she wouldn't kill him. ]

[ he hated it. even after the heat subsided, he hated feeling this connection to kylo. this bond. he'd never wanted to be claimed by anyone, not mated (was he pregnant? the idea had been exciting during the heat but now he'd rather die.)

— he didn't want to be mated, and here he was, getting soft. not being so scared of kylo. feeling… safe. wanting to please her. he was trying really hard to pretend that this was force brainwashing and not hormonal brainwashing; that way he didn't have to claim any responsibility.

that's why, despite knowing he was still very much a prisoner, he let himself get comfortable. complacent. he had his own room, not a cell. no more interrogation or torture.

until kylo left, and hux came skulking into his room. of course he did. he's an alpha, poe can smell it on him. it was surprising, but not, in some ways. (maybe being ranked below kylo was why he seemed so aggressively insecure.)

he came because everybody knows, it dawns on him. there aren't any suppressants in his system anymore, he'd been in heat, there's no way to pass off as anything besides what he is — an omega. judging by way hux approaches, grabs at him, there seems to be an assumption on his behalf that that makes him a first order fucktoy to pass around. (or maybe hux was just being petty and stealing kylo ren's toys while she was gone — that sounded on point for him.)

at least he'd had the presence of mind — even with hux trying to pin him down and nose at that spot on his neck — to deck him. sure, he immediately regretted it after the sharp pain hit his knuckles, but it was still worth it. even after being shuffled back into a cell with no treatment for his hand, it was worth it.

a surge of something rises up in his throat when he picks up her scent and footsteps. (relief. it's relief.) but he doesn't dare move for the door or call out — mostly because he's physically unable to do the first. ]

[ he only barely struggles against the guards — more out of habit, since he knows he isn't going anywhere.

he's only quiet until she goes back to the prisoner, at which point he begins uselessly yelling ]

Hey!! Stop it!

[ he knows all too well what's happening.. seeing it from the outside made it worse, emotionally. ]

[ When Kylo catches his scent it's reassuring but not, making her pick up her pace. Reassuring because it's him but not because this was most assuredly not an area of the ship he's supposed to be anywhere near. She'd given orders how many times now? If people were choosing to disobey when she's not around then that's a bigger problem then simply this. (Or is it? Her priorities had always been a bit out of sorts but now that she's bonded with Poe it's not just the Force she sometimes feels in conflict with.) Then again, it was wholly possibly it was merely Hux being a spiteful bastard and not so much a symptom of a larger issue.

Perhaps she needs to charge one of the Knights to keep watch when she has to tend to something that will have her off-ship, or create a special position. It's not like she could take Poe with her every time she needs to tend to business elsewhere. Or she shouldn't, anyhow, no matter that part of her feels like she should have him near as often as possible.

Her thoughts veer sharply away from rational planning once she lays eyes on him, emotion surging within her the way it so easily could. She makes a gesture to release the restraints before she's even near the door to the cell, though that's just as quickly dealt with. ]

Are you hurt? [ She can sense an injury but the words fall out anyway, unable to even try and keep concern out of her voice, her eyes sweeping over him.

And then she catches the residue of Hux's scent on the air and something twists inside her, hot and angry. She's going to kill him. Slowly, painfully. Or maybe she would just push him out an airlock. Kylo doesn't know what happened but it doesn't matter. Poe is hers. For anyone else — especially Hux — to lay their filthy hands on him...

A low, displeased growl comes from the back of her throat, the sound not directed at Poe. She's going to fix this. And then she's going to think of a thousand ways to make Hux suffer. ]

Come on, you're not spending a moment longer down here.

[ Normally she might taunt that he could take their place, or that maybe he wanted a repeat of their early encounter, but she's not calmed enough for that. Instead her focus stays on the latest unlucky soul who might end up leaving alive but they wouldn't remain that way for long either way.

There aren't any gashes or jarring physical wounds, but their mind is already in a broken state from her dark touch. Trapped in a nightmare she's created for them as she roamed through their mind plucking out their fears and insecurities. In such times she can't help but wonder if fear could be fed on like how pain could fuel power, although granted said pain had to be her own. Something to experiment with the next time one of the holding cell blocks is full, perhaps.

Kylo doesn't even note when the troopers leave the room, all too eager to get away from their sadistic leader for a time. She does at last shift her attention though once she's satisfied with how deeply wrapped up the prisoner is in their own terror.

Lowering her arm, she turns as she looks over to where Poe's been restrained. Her gaze trails over him as she walks over, appraising but not in a sexual way. ]

You can yell yourself hoarse, it won't make a difference. [ As she stops to stand behind him, her hand still holding the blade lifts and she lightly prods at his lower back, aiming to cause discomfort more than actual hurt or to make him bleed. ] Though you do have quite a set of lungs on you, I'd expect you would have to yell or scream a good while before you lost your voice.

My hand's messed up. I did that to myself, though.

[ what he doesn't say is "i'm glad you're back." her scent is so comforting, he wants to envelope himself in it. he didn't even realize how much he could miss her before now — awful, he realizes. somewhere in the back of his mind. he shouldn't want this... but.

but doesn't everybody want love? companionship? an alpha? why try to fight it?

besides — how angry she's getting on his behalf is honestly a little bit of a turn-on. ]

[ His words made her frown and she reaches for his hand, as much to lead him out of the cell as so she can inspect the injury. Which are both wonderful excuses to touch him, not that she exactly needs an excuse. Her touch is gentle, careful, and her brow furrows a bit with her concern as she reaches through the Force to assess his condition.

Taking him to one of the med bays is the easy, obvious choice. Certainly no need to linger here any longer than necessary. Instinct says to take him somewhere safe, full stop. Her quarters are arguably the safest place he could be. She doesn't like the thought of him being in pain, though, no matter that he claims it's his own fault. Nor does she like that other scent that lingers where it shouldn't be. It stirs other instincts, however, taking care of him is her first priority.

Kylo clasps his hand carefully, starting to walk. ]

Once we're somewhere safe you can tell me what happened.

[ In the meanwhile though her touch has grown warm, obvious even through the glove she wears. A distinct heat but not the burning kind, more akin to the soothing heat of a warm blanket or just the right temperature of water. It's a sensation that doesn't simply linger on the surface, soaking in and lessening any aches or pains first as the warmth begins to heal.

Kylo knows how everyone likes to think that she's dark except the Force isn't so cut and dry. There's a lot of things she knows how to do, even more that she could do, it tends to simply be a matter of what she needs to call upon her power for. During her time in the First Order there hasn't been a whole lot of need for healing, outside of wounds and damage to herself. ]

Why are you torturing him? What's he got that you need that wasn't already on my droid?

[ bb-8. sweet angel bb-8. hopefully back with the resistance now. flinches a little bit at the knife, bracing for more but, surprisingly, not receiving it. oh well, he's sure a stabbing is in his very near future regardless.

at the voice comment, his face stays as perfectly irritated as it already was. better not to dignify it with a response. save those vocal cords for more dissenting. ]

Nothing. That broken thing has nothing I need. [ The reply comes as she prods at the small of his back, twisting a little and a brief flicker of a smile comes to her lips at the sound of fabric ripping even though it's only a tiny tear. ] But there were a couple people that had information I needed, and they somehow managed to escape. I hope they can live with the fact their associates have been killed and tortured in their stead.

[ Kylo steps away, walking over to her table of tools. More than a few are already bloodied and dirty. Her hand drifts over the assortment before picking up one that isn't. ]

You're certainly right, though. That droid of yours was a veritable wealth of information. Thanks to it — and you — the Resistance is going to run out of places to try and hide.

[ When she walks back over to him it's not pain that comes initially, but her empty hand ghosting along his spine. ] Perhaps reminding them that their poster child belongs to the enemy will provoke them out of hiding.

[ his mouth opens to say something angrily — but nothing comes out. calling a person a "broken thing" sits very squarely wrong with him, but he can't make a retort come. (possibly because the prodding takes him by surprise.)

it only makes him more mad that someone was completely broken like that for no reason. not even for information. just as a warning. or punishment for someone not even aware. ]

It won't.

[ they won't run out of places to hide. well, he can hope. he knows there are things that leia hadn't disclosed to him or bb-8. more hiding places. he can only hope they're going to them.

"it won't" was directed not only at that, but at the idea of the resistance coming out of hiding for him. they wouldn't. leia knew how to weigh the many over the one. he was a lost cause. it wasn't something he took a lot of joy in knowing, but he'd still rather have the resistance licking its wounds somewhere safe than go on a fool's errand rescuing him.

(was it a fool's errand? no. it was just unnecessary. he can do it himself. eventually, the time will be just right and he'll be able to escape. it'll all line up. he has to believe that.) ]

You're wasting your time.

[ his body tenses when she's touches him again. or comes close enough to. he's still bracing for it, the moment when she decides to stab him or worse. ]

[ Kylo hums a thoughtful sound, tilting her head as her gaze follows her hand. ] You're probably right, hurting you won't make the Resistance as a whole suddenly take up arms to come after you. I suspect that lesson was learned when they sent one of their best to try and locate Skywalker, and their best nearly gave Skywalker to the enemy.

[ After all, it was only a great deal of luck and chance going in the Resistance's favor, arguably, that kept the droid from being snatched up by the First Order first. She's all too happy to remind Poe of how in the end he had failed to protect that secret. Of how close he had come to having a hand in destroying one symbol of hope. ]

But that doesn't mean it's not possible to provoke one of your friends into doing something foolish.

[ Her lips curl into a dark smirk, her hand going to her belt, and after a moment there comes the sound of a lightsaber being switched on. ]

The traitor might have recovered from nearly dying to my blade, but I would imagine the event still haunts him. You saw him after, no doubt. Didn't you? Saw up close just the kind of damage a lightsaber can do. At the time I didn't have a chance to look, was the spine exposed? It wouldn't surprise me. [ She raises the blade as she admires her weapon, purposely holding it near him, possibly close enough he might feel the heat of it through his shirt. Certainly close enough to to hear it. ] I wonder what sort of reaction the traitor would have if I did worse to you...

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round two of abo shenanigans

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