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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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i'm open to editing this as this is my first foray into omegaverse lmk
He should've known to take suppressants. Should've known even his willful resolve would crumble someday - some omega would come along and ruin him and all he'd worked for.
Torturing Dameron shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was, but Kylo took his pleasure where he could. In one moment, the location of the Skywalker map was of paramount importance - but in the next, Kylo felt his hands sweat beneath his gloves as he gazed upon the sight of a panting and bleeding Resistance pilot.
An omega. An omega Kylo suddenly felt a deep pull to hoard away for himself.
Well, he had wanted a challenge.
Knowing Dameron had the same sense he did, Kylo did his best to not let the man forget just where he was. Kylo would enter Dameron's detention cell unannounced, at constantly varying intervals for something that began as an interrogation but soon became repeated memory probing, until Kylo could practically feel the sun of Yavin IV on his face. Poe Dameron's memories nearly became his too, mingling with his own vague recollections of the jungles of Yavin surrounding the old Rebellion base.
A week in, and Poe was practically an obsession. Kylo strode quietly into the cell as he usually did, robed and masked, all Stormtroopers in the area quickly dismissed in order to avoid reports to the General or Supreme Leader.
Tilting his head, Kylo peered at Poe and sat gently down on a bench opposite the prisoner's, his voice soft now where it was usually sharp and demanding with need. ]
Tell me you feel it. Tell me you've felt the same as I have all along.
no worries fam i love it 👌
he had been on suppressants — better to pass as a beta than for anyone to know — but with all the adrenaline from the first torture/interrogation flushing it out of his system to begin with, and then each day after, he knew he smelled more and more like an omega.
just like he knew, without a doubt, that kylo ren smelled like an alpha.
the prolonged interrogation was a nightmare. he hated it. taking bb-8's location was like the snapping of a bone, and the repeated probing was smashing at any fragments that tried to mend. had kylo seen everything? it felt like he'd seen everything. he was bleeding into kylo ren. or kylo ren was bleeding into him. his presence felt less and less perceptible, which made fighting against it even harder. especially because —
it was worse that on some instinctual level, he was starting to want it. crave it. a warmth welled up in his chest whenever kylo ren entered his cell, only to be replaced by emptiness when he was gone. everything felt blurred together. time with kylo ren, time without kylo ren. he felt less like himself, and more like … his. he wanted the attention. to be wanted. ]
No.
[ he still tries to fight. tries to be in denial that he's breaking. if he didn't admit it, he could hold on to the scant remains of his dignity. but the refusal was more of a "no, i won't tell you" than an actual "no." it doesn't help that his voice breaks with it. ]