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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
feel free to correct this
Went straight into the arms of the Resistance, famously headed up by General Organa herself. Of course, there were other famous names and faces– Poe Dameron, for one. Ace pilot extraordinaire, bit of a reckless streak, but he'd gotten in and out of so many tight spots it was hard to ignore. His elation in the cockpit and out of it was just as much of a driving force as Organa's reputation (ok maybe not, but it was pretty infectious).
So of course, Arthur was partnered up with him as of late. A nerve-wracking thing, being the wingman to someone like Poe, but his level head helped temper out some of the reckless behavior (or that was the idea). They still had some work to do, but things seemed to be looking up for their fledgling pilot partnership. There was still plenty of arguing over decisions, but that wasn't what bothered him. He could take arguments, he could take yelling and discussions and pure bullheadedness.
No, what he couldn't handle was the fact that Poe was an alpha and just exuded it from every single strand of hair. Arthur prided himself on his self control, but some things were just too much.
Which is why when they land from their practice run, he's out of the cockpit and already trying to make a beeline for the exit of the hangar, unwilling to have any closeness between himself and Poe. It was a deadly and trying combo, the adrenaline from a successful flight mixed with the barely restrained and damnable omega desires.
Just hopefully, his swift walk away doesn't look too much like running. ]
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anyway here's wonderwall. poe had taken at least an inkling of an interest in arthur — they had a similar background. both left out of frustration with the new republic's idle hands. and he liked working with him for that reason. sure, they were often at odds because most of poe's plans are "ideas that just might be crazy enough to work", but he was man enough to admit that maybe sometimes that was for the best. sometimes the yeet energy needs to be reined in.
he wonders why arthur tries to leave so fast that he leaves an arthur-shaped hole in the wall. sometimes he's a jackass, but at his core he's a soft-ass marshmallow and wonders if he said or did something wrong to make arthur run away so fast. so he chases after him. (did he notice arthur was an omega? no. he didn't act any particular way that would indicate it, he'd never seen him go into a heat. and most of the time they were surrounded by the smell of exhaust and engine grease and ... the nasty ass sweaty flight suits. ambience.) ]
Hey! Wait!
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But of course, he's not dumb enough to pass off a fast stride away as something inconsequential. Fuck.
Once he hears steps behind him, he slows just a bit, unable to prevent the inevitable. It'd been a slim hope to get away but now that he can't, he may as well face it head on. Restraint was his forte, right? A little longer around Poe will be. Just fine. ]
Yeah?
[ He comes to a pause, just before the open hydraulic doors, looking mostly unruffled. Except for the flush across his face, the hair sweeping across his brow– all easily passed off from coming out of training and wearing a helmet.
If Poe gets too close though, it might be troublesome. They're about to be out of the overpowering smell of engine grease, of hot turbines and exhaust. Arthur feels like a livewire and he's almost certain it'll be picked out. ]
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[ he's a little slow on the uptake sometimes ... but he's not completely unperceptive. it's clearer as he moves closer. what's clearer? well, arthur, one would hope, but specifically his scent. there's a little click in his head. ah yes. he's an omega. this makes sense now.
wait, what makes sense? why would he...? he didn't smell like he was in heat. he would've definitely smelled that, even in the hangar. was he ashamed? worried that poe would treat him differently if he knew? that thought made him upset. and it probably wasn't even true. maybe he should wait!! for arthur!! to speak!!! before jumping to conclusions!! ]
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He'd watched himself in the New Republic fleet and applied that same restraint here, if not moreso. By now, it should be old hat, recognizing the signs and ensuring he had time to either take a suppressant or hole himself up for a few days while it passed.
Unfortunately, something about being around Poe has his entire system twigged out, at least a week early, and the longer the two of them stand in close proximity, the worse the onset. Arthur can feel everything ramping up, that itchiness under his skin, how everything seems to go into hyper focus. ]
With all due respect, you think I'd hold my tongue if it was?
[ After all, he's never held his opinion back before, preferring to let someone know exactly how he felt about something.
Shifting from one foot to another, clearly in some kind of discomfort, he takes one step closer to Poe, simultaneously regretting the decision and enjoying it. Even under the flight suit, he can pick out his distinct scent, something that has him swallowing with a dry click. ]
Am I dismissed? Because I'd rather keep myself from doing anything embarrassing.
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[ he replies as it occurs to him. yeah, no. arthur would definitely say something if he had a problem. that checks. they would be bickering right now.
but then — now that he's noticed that arthur is an omega, he finds himself hyperaware of every little change. arthur's scent gets a little stronger. there are shifting microexpressions in his face. his??? pores??? it's all literally making him slightly hot under the collar.
also, he realizes there were two questions there. and that one answer could be construed as an answer to both. ]
I mean — yes, you're dismissed. In a second. Why did you run away?
[ he dismisses him but keeps asking questions. he kind of wants to hold him there. not just keep him in place, but use arms. the whole thing. ]
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So he waits and is rewarded with the clarification. As well as another question.
Most importantly, though, is that he picks up on the sudden shift between them. Poe's realized the situation, the puzzle pieces clicking into place. Is that... could it be mutual interest? Flicking his gaze over to the rest of the hangar and then back towards the doors, he seems to deflate a little. ]
Can we walk and talk? [ Because that nagging sensation is getting harder to ignore. Without waiting for a real response, he strides out of the hangar proper, the sound of his boots louder in the hallway, no longer overwhelmed by the noise of pilot operations.
When Poe catches up, he turns his head just a bit, voice low to keep a modicum of privacy. ]
I'm about five, maybe ten minutes off from having a lack of control and I'd rather not do that in the middle of the hangar.
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[ to have a friendly conversation. definitely. not because his brain automatically skipped over all that polite social niceties stuff and went "i got one priority and it's putting my dick in this omega right there."
in any case, he starts walking. so arthur got what he wanted there. but also: his self-control is also taking one express trip down the drain. he'd never even considered that arthur was an omega, but now, the more he's thinking about it... well, he can't stop thinking about it.
this is probably bad, he realizes. oh well. ]
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[ Frankly, he doesn't care whose room they end up in at this point. Wait, they? That's. Ok, yes, that's what's happening, because Poe has cued in. Arthur walks alongside the other pilot, the trip from the hangar pretty boring and they probably dodge some droids and look busy enough that no one seriously bothers them.
Eventually, they get to Poe's quarters and he can feel that agitation under his skin trying to peak, a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. ]
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that continues to be his big mood as he slams the door to his room shut behind them. TAKE THAT invisible threats that don't actually exist. ]
Are you in heat?
[ he forgot if there were other things he was going to ask. he got distracted by how problematic arthur smells. it's, well, a problem. ]
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Seriously, he won't hesitate, bitch.
The door shuts and he feels nothing but relief and then an overwhelming sense of arousal. Because he's fucking stupid and walked into Poe's room, which smells like him and has his everything all over. This is the worst. ]
I–yeah, I shouldn't be but. [ Frustratedly, he gestures to himself as if to say "here we are". ]
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Oh. [ it makes him lose his conversational footing a little bit, honestly. he was getting carried away in his head there, drifting out to sea on an ocean of hormones.
he puts his hands on arthur's shoulders and spends a good couple seconds staring at him before coming out with: ]
Well, I'm gonna take care of you. Don't worry about it. You're gonna be safe with me.