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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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[followhim]

[ it then dawns on him that the only thing that would be worse than finn being caught and executed would him being caught and executed (or worse, being kept like this) because of an attempt to rescue him. it sends an icy cold feeling down his own spine. that drowns out any guilt she may have tried to dredge up by reminding him of his first round of torture. ]

Don't — I told you to leave Finn alone. Leave him out of it.

[ his voice breaks and his stomach sinks. he didn't want to think about finn in medbay, stuck in the bacta bag. how awful it had been, not knowing if he'd even pull through.

instead: the heat from the saber against him is all too familiar now — familiar enough, after what she did to his face, anyway. it evokes the smell of burning before it even goes as far as to touch him. but he has a feeling that no matter what she does, he'll just be carted off to medical again. cleaned up like nothing ever happened. a blank slate. ]

Do whatever you want, but don't make it a recording.

[ the words sound foreign and taste bitter coming out of his mouth. the line was moving after all. ]

[followhim]

[ the warmth takes him by surprise. the sensation of his cracked knuckles and couple dislocated fingers slowly slips away, like some kind of bad dream.

the warmth isn't the only thing — it's more than physical warmth. it's seeing her act soft towards him, like he's something that needs protecting. maybe at a different time he'd protest and resent that kind of behavior. but right now? it's comforting. stupid hormones. ]

Once — where? There's not a lot to say.

[umbraeternam]

I'd still prefer we discuss it in private.

[ Mostly to keep the likelihood of her randomly lashing out to a minimum. It's bad enough she wants to glare at anyone they pass, or growl at anyone who's too close to him for her liking. No matter that the corridors of the ship are only so wide and it's not as if anyone lingers or is purposely near, it's simply staff going about their business.

And if anyone gives them a second glance or pointed thought — Is that Ren holding hands with the prisoner??? — she doesn't notice it. She's focused on getting them from Point A to Point B, and focused on directing her power to heal him. Anything else is a far secondary concern.

When they get to her quarters at last Kylo pauses inside the door to activate the master lock, not wanting to be disturbed in the slightest. Then she turns and gives Poe her full attention, clasping both her hands around his injured one and ramping her power up a little to finish healing his hand. ]

I was told there was an altercation while I was away. What did he do?

[ She thinks she has a good guess but wants to hear it from Poe. Because there's no doubt in her mind that this is Hux's fault and her mate he was simply defending himself. The offending scent seems even more prominent to her senses now, but she'll deal with that soon enough. One thing at a time. ]

[followhim]

[ he didn't think he could feel as safe as he does now that he's in her quarters. her scent literally everywhere, reminding him that it's okay because she would straight up murder anyone who came too close to him. (maybe that's what will happen to hux -- one can dream.) ]

He came in my room and tried to force himself on me. At least that's what I think he was doing. He got real close to my scent gland, and I punched him.

[ before he could see the scar there, even though he most likely more than suspected. recounting it, replaying it in his mind, makes him angry all over again. he couldn't bear to be seen as something weak to be taken advantage of just because of his designation. he would have clawed hux's face off given half a chance. he proved that much. ]

I would've done more, but he had guards on me pretty fast.

[umbraeternam]

[ She's wrong. It's worse than she was guessing.

On the other side of the room something falls off a shelf and shatters as Kylo goes very still. The lights in the room flicker for a moment or two, dimming, before returning to normal. Her hands still have a careful hold on his, not even twitching as her mood shifts, because she's not upset with him, and she would never hurt him. (Not now, that is, now that they're bound and he's hers. Thinking about what she did before is complicated.) The stillness isn't the calm sort, though. Her aura, and her presence in the Force is turbulent, dark, churning with a desire to lash out. Something the couple Knights on the ship can pick up on, even though they're not terribly near.

Her gaze is on their hands as she brushes her thumb across his knuckles, touching the soft, new skin. Funny how skills can come back easily no matter how much time has passed. But then, why shouldn't they for someone like her? After all, everyone had been so eager to train her (to control her, a voice always adds in her head) because she was like her grandfather; her power bore no signs of weakening, or being limited. ]

They won't bother you again.

[ Her tone is calm but there's an undercurrent of something dangerous. Something that says he's exactly right in his assessment of what she'd do to protect him. ]

How does your hand feel now? [ Kylo lifts her gaze to look at him, and though her contained fury has made her eyes darken, she looks at him with concern and protectiveness. ]

[umbraeternam]

Oh, I will. That's your sole existence now, after all. For whatever I want.

[ She gives no warning before pressing the tip of one of the smaller crossguard blades against one side of his lower back. The pressure isn't enough to penetrate but to burn, both fabric and flesh no match for the heat generated through the kyber crystal at the weapon's core. ]

But maybe I won't send this to your friends. Perhaps instead I should show them how well you kneel at the feet of your master.

[followhim]

[ he glances down at their hands with her, marveling at how much better it looks and feels. like nothing had happened at all. their hands touching at all feels like something electric, something worthy of frisson. all the cells in his body want to get up and get closer to her.

the way she's visibly upset and ready to wreak some havoc doesn't even register to him as a threat, because it could never possibly be directed towards him. he knows it like he knows his own name. they won't bother him again. feels good. ]

A lot better. [ he looks up at her, but his expression is more of mild surprise than anything else when he quietly says ]

Didn't know you could do that.

[umbraeternam]

[ The darkness around her settles slightly, a hint of a smile coming to her lips. ] Almost anything can be healed through the Force. It's possible even to come back from the brink of death, depending on what rumors a person chooses to believe. [ She's fairly certain that's not what he meant with his remark though. Which is fair, she supposes, since up until recently he's mostly seen her cause pain and destruction.

Kylo lightly shrugs a shoulder as her gaze lowers back to their hands. ]

I can do more than people give me credit for. Everyone likes to focus on Light and Dark, and they tend to forget that whatever they want to call different elements, it all comes from the same source. [ Maybe some would begin to remember, now that she has something — someone — to protect other than herself. Someone she wants to care for more than she's ever felt similar emotions before. Is this what it's like, to know one isn't alone in the universe? Is this what it's like to — ]

I'm sorry, for leaving you unprotected. I should have known better than to presume that cur would stay in his place. It's not a mistake that will happen a second time.

[ Because she would make sure Poe was guarded, for starters. And because Hux's days are numbered. It's not as if she hadn't planned to kill him eventually, but this she will not stand. She needs to figure out a suitable replacement, make sure a transition will go smoothly, but it's going to happen. And she'll enjoy every last second of it. ]

[followhim]

[ the pain is white-hot, searing. different from scarring his face, especially with no taser side effects to numb the sensation. he's not even really sure if this is the crossguard blade; it could be the main blade for all that he knows and feels from the experience. a loud argh noise escapes him. ]

Don't.

[ the word pushes through all the pain to bubble up out of him. besides knowing he still wouldn't be rescued, the idea of his friends and (found) family knowing what had become of him still felt... shameful. embarrassing. it was better for them to think of him as dead, or at least as a prisoner being locked up and left to rot. ]

[warfares]

Cute.

( — except that it isn’t, not even remotely. they’ve done this dance before and it’s no more annoying for the fact that he practically knows the steps by heart.

visor still up, he swings down from the bike. boots crunching against gravel and shards of glass. it had been a brutal crash. the sort of thing a lesser man — a man, at all — would never have survived. )

[umbraeternam]

[ The sharp and swift wave of pain from him makes her pleased, brings a ghost of a smile to her face. It's not just because those she's already tortured have allowed her to vent much of her anger. Causing him pain gives her enjoyment, unique from the others.

Although she's not entirely satisfied with the reaction. That's fine, though. They're just getting started, and she knows how to make him scream. ]

Don't what? Show them that the commander they looked up to is now little more than a pleasure slave for their enemy? That sounds wonderfully demoralizing to me.

[ She pulls her lightsaber away from him and spends a moment looking Poe over to pick out her next target. Recalling how he attempted to get away from her the first time they were in here, she steps back slightly so she can hold the saber horizontal, crossguards carefully angled away from him, and she slowly presses the main blade against the backs of his thighs, a few inches above the knee. ]

[followhim]

[ sure enough, that use of the blade gets an actual scream out of him, system overloading with pain with no refractory period for the pressing of the crossguard. his legs give out, but he remains upright thanks to his restraints. the way the restraints push against him make everything hurt more, actually. every micro-movement hurts. his eyes water, overwhelmed. ]

Some — [ he wheezes, not out of loss of his voice but because the pain makes it hard to focus ] — pleasure.

[followhim]

[ he wants to rail against her treatment of him so hard. so… soft. gentle. it feels too good, and it shouldn't. he keeps trying to remind himself that this is the person who tortured him, that mate or not, he's a prisoner here, but it's all too easy to shove the thoughts away. unimportant details. he takes his hand back. ]

You shouldn't have to.

[ the words bubble to the surface and burst out of him, frustrated. he knows its stupid. an overreaction. being self-conscious about his designation being known — with reason, apparently, considering hux. letting himself be taken care of, protected, was still a foreign idea, even if the omega part of him was being swept away in the riptide of it. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Kylo blinks, momentarily confused. It doesn't help that she immediately wants to touch him after he withdraws his hand from her grasp, part of her loathe to give up contact of any sort. ]

Perhaps not but I've known him a lot longer than you have, I should have guessed what he might try to do. [ If she thinks about it too much she'll just get upset with herself, so she tries not to. No matter that most anyone else in their rational mind would be too afraid of what she might do to try and get inappropriate with someone she claimed. ] No matter, it won't happen again.

[ The foreign and unwelcome scent still lingers, though. It's sour to her senses, impossible for her not to focus on now that the immediate concern has been addressed by healing Poe.

She comes closer, moving into his space without hesitation, which of course only makes it even more noticeable to her. A quiet discontent growl slips out. Her mate shouldn't smell like anyone else. She knows it's not his fault, but that doesn't change the growing need she has to smother and erase the offending scent with her own. ]

I can smell him on you. [ Kylo murmurs, one hand plucking at Poe's shirt, an unspoken hint she wants it gone. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She casts a glance over to the other prisoner, not expecting them to break out of their mental cage but sometimes extreme reactions from others could prompt a surprising one from a person. The screaming doesn't seem to register to them though — also entirely possible that deep inside their head they're hearing it as their own — and Kylo returns her full attention to Poe.

No response comes from her until she moves the blade away from him a minute or two later, turning it off at least for the time being. ]

You might be surprised what a person can derive pleasure from.

[ After returning the saber to her belt she steps in close behind him, her now empty hand reaching up to fist in his hair and pull his head back, though she has to lean down slightly to speak next to his ear. ]

More than one night I've laid in bed and thought about you bound and naked in the interrogation chair, helpless to stop me from doing whatever I want to you. Writhing in pain and pleasure, begging me to stop... and then begging me not to. [ Kylo lets go of his hair so her hand can come around and loosely curl around his throat. ] I bet it terrifies you, doesn't it? The thought that you might learn to love the pain, or enjoy bringing me pleasure.

[ As she speaks she turns on the small blade in her other hand, the one she's used on him before, and as if to punctuate the sentiment she tightens her grip on his throat at the same time as she presses the blade into his hip. ]

[followhim]

[ the other prisoner is completely forgotten to him at this point, being very deep in his own pain. he does keep it together to enough make a tight-lipped angry expression when she grabs him by the hair and pulls his head, however. fresh anger blooms to distract him from the pain. ]

You're a monster.

[ that's all he spits out before she's gripping his throat and digging a blade into him simultaneously. he tries to cry out, but the noise gets stuck in his windpipe, smothered by her hand. what does come out is a mangled sort of creaking noise followed by him struggling to inhale through his mouth.

it does terrify him — the thought of being turned inside out and upside down like that. part of him also panics with the idea that she's grabbing his throat on purpose to remind him of his accidental kink discovery. he doesn't want any of it. (right?) ]

it takes me so long to scroll to the bottom of this post

[indicator]

[ clary fray is not a very large person. she's short, first of all — all of five five on a good day, maybe give or take a few inches if her boots du jour happen to include a little lift at the heel — but perhaps more relevant to the current scenario, she's not a very big person. the concept of "be the bigger person" is often lost on her when it comes to personal grudges. if there was an olympic medal for holding grudges and pouting, she'd win gold every time.

which is why, by the time poe dameron darkens the doorway of the new york institute, he's greeted by the unmistakable sounds of hushed conversation and even quieter whispers. it doesn't take much to spread gossip, but when a certain redhead starts stomping around, slamming doors and grumbling... well, there's usually only so many ways the blame can point. and since nobody's come in mortally wounded or dead, it's probably poe's fault. he has a talent at getting under her skin that the rest of the institute could only dream of.

so, you know. find a girl currently beating the shit out of a training dummy, sweat dripping down her forehead and irritation evident in every line of her body. ]

Abby? [ the training dummy does not talk back, but clary berates it anyway. ] Whomst the actual fuck is Abby?

[umbraeternam]

[ Kylo closes her eyes a moment to savor the strong waves of emotion coming off of him, absently wetting her lips. Yes, it's definitely good she didn't have him summoned right away to take out the brunt of her anger on him. Accidentally killing him would have only set off a fresh bout of rage — and her likely testing if the Force could bring a person back from death. Which was probably something best left a mystery, for everyone's sakes.

She maintains her grip on his throat and digs the blade in deeper, seeking bone, though she stops when she feels that slight bit of resistance. Wouldn't want to cause any damage she's not confident can be healed. ]

What's wrong, Poe? Does some part of what I said turn you on? [ Turning her head, she brushes her lips against his ear, her hand loosening so her fingers can stroke his throat. ] Deep down there's probably some part of you that likes at least some of what I've said, what I've done. I could dig in your mind right now and see for myself if it's true...

[followhim]

[ he's growling before he's even done changing — it just becomes more deeper and resonant. the closer kylo comes, the more cornered he feels and the more he feels the urge to lash out, like an aggressive tug at his coattails.

being a wolf is safer. it's easier for him to worm his way out with few cuts or scrapes. it's easier to listen to his bloodlust. he really just wants to tear kylo ren apart. the other options are limited and, as noted, this is a familiar dance routine for him.

and that's how, in a flash, a giant orange and grey wolf leaps out of the car wreckage and starts yeeting as fast as it can towards kylo.

poe: i better be careful i don't wanna die
poe: careful as i TURN DOWN FOR WHAT WHOOOOO i don't remember saying the other thing ]

I'M POPULAR, OK

[followhim]

[ mmm to say he wasn't expecting this would not. be a lie. hence the "oh here we go." he did not need to say "oh here we go," but he did. it was a Mistake. they are going.

an actual fact: the harder he tries to be smooth, the less smooth he actually is. so when he rolls into the training room to this very predictable scene of clary being Hella Pissed, he tries his best impression of smooth, running his hand through his hair like smooth dudes do. ]

Did you ever think I actually meant baby?

[followhim]

Stay out!

[ the reply is too hasty. too protective of what might be in there. he hasn't done the self-analysis — maybe because he's afraid of what he may find there. he doesn't want to think about how he might have actually liked anything that happened to him (choking is supposed to kill people??? what kind of freak is he?) because thinking about it would force him to look at those same ugly parts of himself.

the pain also helps with that, he guesses. he certainly is feeling the pain now. ]

You won't get anything.

[umbraeternam]

I already am.

[ In a way the protesting now reminds her of his protesting in the throne room, how reluctant and unhappy he seemed at first only to perform surprisingly well and get so aroused he had to touch himself. Not that she doesn't enjoy the protesting, to a point.

Right now, his insistence rubs her slightly wrong. Likely an effect of her lingering mood to this point in the day rather than him specifically. It still prompts a reaction, though.

Kylo turns off the small blade and pulls her hand away, not concerned with him bleeding out since she hadn't used a traditional blade. Other times she would want the bloodshed but she's gotten enough of that from the others she's already tortured before she decided to play with him. Her other hand grips his throat tight for a moment, almost too tight, but then she abruptly lets go as she takes a step back.

Don't tell me what to do, pet. The thought doesn't get voiced simply because she doesn't want to provide any warning or give any indication she might be planning to do the exact opposite of what he wants.

Her next motion is smooth, fluid, a well-practiced gesture though one typically performed with her lightsaber in her hand. Kylo flicks the blade back on and makes a sweeping gesture upward along the path of his spine. There's no concern from her about cutting too deep; the blade isn't long enough or wide enough for that to be a real worry. That hand pulls away once the path reaches his shoulders, automatically flicking the blade back off, and her other hand lifts to hover several inches behind his head. She doesn't dig into Poe's mind so much as she creates, latching on to the implication she cast earlier when she spoke about how she nearly killed his dear Finn and using it to amplify the fear, aiming to make Poe believe she's damaged his spine, hoping all the pain he's in will keep him from realizing she's toying with his mind. ]

[followhim]

[ he screams and starts writhing — as much as he can.

pain is coming at him from all directions, along with the sense of feeling so helpless. first his legs, now his spine. it was terrifying to be so vulnerable, strapped up this way. the injury — real or imagined — is white-hot at his back.

this was it. it was what happened to finn. he gets lost in that brief moment, thinking of finn. but then it's gone, overrode in favor of more pain. the power of suggestion does its job — he doesn't even notice her rummaging around in his mind, overcome by panicking about just how incapacitated he is. ]

its about the cutesy gay yavin 4

[bythehand]

[ so this is technically not a vacation or a shore leave or anything. the resistance has all kinds of nonsense going on probably, so that it can build up from being like 12 people in a weed van with no allies or supplies or whatever. there's a lot of work to do and cool missions to go on.

but consider: it doesn't hurt to send poe on home for a couple of days since there are supplies aplenty to pick up from Local Farmers anyway. and it doesn't hurt to send finn along with him, because between the two of them, there's decent brain cell coverage. like, for star wars characters. familiarity and paranoia... different brands of anxiety. thanos only wishes he could achieve this level of balance.

it's a bold gamble in that if something went wrong for some reason, there's a 50% chance they both do something dumb and sacrificial instead of the intended effect of "i've only had this person for a week but if anything happened to him, etc." canceling each other out.

anyway this is where their lives are now. they're cool yavin 4 dudes now. finn's first thought is man, that's a lot of green, rey would love that. if she weren't busy with some other mission thing. hopefully somewhere interesting for her. ]

Looks clear. [ if a tree falls in a forest and finn isn't 110%-ing making sure it wasn't a nefarious trap, did it really make a sound? ] Nice thing about the First Order. They don't really do camouflage.

[ finn is not, strictly speaking, against getting to spend time with poe that's not 95% them in the middle of something desperate that almost kills them. he is not against a quality time that doesn't involve 10+ other people jammed in really close quarters with them all the time constantly.

the close quarters are fine. finn doesn't care about personal space: the trilogy. which is why he's leaning over poe's shoulder to scope out this landing instead of sitting in one of the other seats, like an animal.

it's just like super hard to get someone alone and maybe ask if they're single when there are 5 people on the floor trying to sleep at the same time. finn's working that approach up. leveling up to Big Rebel means his sense of timing is at least slightly better than "in the middle of someone trying to patch up a gas leak they said will kill both of us within minutes" now.

anyway they're gay and they're stupid and i've made my triumphant return to ur inbox ]

[warfares]

( adrenaline surges through him when the shape of the wolf resolves, breaking through the wreckage toward him. with a surge of resolve, instinct sharpened through years of the hunt, raises his weapon and fires: once, twice, a third time.

the sound is deafening. smoke curls on the evening air, biting no doubt if he were exposed. if he were capable of feeling anything at all. )