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

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

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

[ a genius. this is his design. ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ugh, mac.

[ This scoff comes as she opens the lid. ]

[he scoffs with her, adding additional commentary: ]

He would.

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

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

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

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

Yeah. Yeah, this should be it.

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

Was there a key with it, or … ?

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

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

That's okay.

[ She grabs her phone. ]

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

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

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

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

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

[ Obviously not just her grade. ]

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

[ DON'T BE A BAKA REY

]

Are you sure about that?

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

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

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

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

I want to.

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

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

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

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

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

[ he glances around the room, brow furrowed because what would he??? even take?? how could he wreak havoc on ren without making it super obvious that it was him?

and then

his gaze falls on the his work computer. the stupid macbook.

no. that was too much, wasn't it? that was some straight up sociopath behavior. (that's something ren would do.) and yet. AND YET. ]

No, I got a better idea. Let's brick it.

[ obviously he is talking about the macbook and not like. his dumb calligraphy set. poe's dark kermit is like LET'S BRICK HIS COMPUTER and his normal kermit is also like LET'S BRICK HIS COMPUTER. there is no moral compass here. ]

All his stuff's probably in the cloud anyway. If we can do it without throwing it out the window or something, it won't look like anybody did anything.

[ was all your stuff in the cloud when you bricked your own computer, poe? no. but get this: he doesn't care. ]

[ Rey turns to look at the macbook's gleaming login screen. Ren's little user icon is something angsty like a bleeding cross or whatever, and it's just the vague shape of his desktop image. Something red and black and angry. Rey's fingertips find the keys.

Could she do it? Obviously. Without even logging in, in fact. ]

Are you sure about this? If I dump it, there won't be any recovering it. What about his research?

It's not like he'll lose all of it. He has the papers, we saw them. Some of them, anyway.

[ he exhales a sigh through his nose while considering this. ]

Yeah, maybe ... is it too much? It's too much, isn't it.

He deserves it.

[ Undoubtedly. But … ]

What do you think he'll do to retaliate? I mean, he'd have to assume it's you, right? With the way you two have been …

I don't know. Like, I can think of all sorts of stuff he could do, but he's so unpredictable. You never know what's gonna set him off. Maybe he'd try to brick my computer, maybe he'd slash my tires, maybe he'd try to have a fistfight with me on the quad. Maybe he'd find more stuff to pin on me if this turns into a disciplinary hearing. Your guess is as good as mine.

Maybe we should really be looking for a way to end the fight instead of win it.

[ She pulls her hands off the laptop keyboard. ]

I don't want him to retaliate.

[ poe wants to be like "well i don't know if you know this but ren would retaliate against clouds in the sky for blocking out the sun so this feels like a lost cause." because that is the tea. but the skepticism on his face probably spells out enough of that. ]

Do you have any ideas for that? Because if I had any ideas for that, I would've done them by now.

You said it had something to do with the Dean, right?

[ She goes back to the laptop and takes a few minutes to get herself logged into his account. She's surprisingly speedy at that. The desktop, as it turns out, is some kind of abstract art. Too abstract to be called impressionism, though it appears to insinuate a landscape in the same way — a dark landscape, though. Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here landscape.

She opens up a Spotlight search and plugs in the Dean's name to start scrolling through files that mention her. His employment contracts, obviously, are in there. Not much else. ]

How long has it been since they had their falling out? What was it about? [ She sounds too invested. She is too invested. ] I'm just saying, if he's blaming you for his bad relationship with his mother, then figuring out what went wrong there … It might help.

[ he raises his eyebrows, trying to communicate "wow, that's not our business tho." but he also looks a little uneasy like maybe he would rather protect dean organa ... from her own shitbag son. not like he's possessive of her. or anything, rey you baka.

you can feel the mommy issues in this chili's tonight. ]

I told you most of what I know already. I don't know if there was ever a specific falling out. I think he kind of resented her for shipping him off to boarding school and like putting her work first, you know? But it's not like he tried to mend things with her after. After he graduated he went to live with his uncle. That went bad. But it's not like — he's never tried to ask her for help out or tried to come back home or anything like that. Like it's easier for him to just be bitter or something.

[ he kind of pauses and lets that hang in the air like is that enough?? was that too much? should i keep talking? whatever, might as well. ]

And then there's me. I went to a different school for undergrad. And I got into some trouble. It's — that's a long story. But there was gonna be a disciplinary hearing, I might've even gotten expelled. But she made sure I could transfer here and finish out senior year. Like, stuff like that. She always wants to help me. And maybe he's jealous of that? But he never wants help in the first place.

[ So her grown-ass thirty-year-old professor is an infant. And any hope she has of mediating this weird conflict between him and Poe, which she's now feeling obligated to because of the way Poe helped her out, rests squarely on the shoulders of digging at why he's such an infant. She gives up on her "Leia Organa" search and swaps to "Mom." Nothing. "Mother." Nothing.

"Uncle"? Nothing.

She opens a Chrome window and scrolls through his email. Boring boring boring. His officemate Armitage Hux is in here plenty. Some woman named Phasma. Who the hell names their kid Phasma? She doesn't think on it too long. ]

Alright. I'll do it. [ She pulls open the Terminal. ] If that's what you really want, I'll do it.

[ Brick the laptop, that is. It's not hard. She'll barely break a sweat doing it. But she looks up at him, eyes wide and soft. She didn't like using her skills to help Plutt do bad-wrong things. She isn't going to like doing it for Poe, but at least Poe had earned it. Not demanded it. ]

[ he paces a very small perimeter in the spot where he's standing, tense. this feels like a bad idea. wrong. shouldn't he be a better person than this?

shouldn't kylo ren be a better person in the first place so he wouldn't have to retaliate this way???

but ... man. he also doesn't like the way rey is giving him the sad eyes. why can't be just be a sociopath and go for it? why does he have a moral code?

wait, what's that? what does he hear? a whisper on the wind, whispering

YEET.]

Yeah. Do it.

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