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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]

Is that — we could go to my quarters.

[ 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. ]

[pointedlook]

Alright, yes.

[ 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. ]

[followhim]

[ while they're walking together, poe is glancing around in a paranoid sort of way like they're in a jumpscare game and someone WILL jump out from around a corner and try to take arthur away. and then he'll have to fight them with his bare hands because this is his omega. he claimed dibs as of maybe five seconds ago and now if anything happened to arthur, he'd kill everyone in this room and then himself.

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. ]

[pointedlook]

[ It's lucky for both of them that no one tries to interfere because for one, it would be a tragedy to have Poe fly off the handle. He rightfully called dibs and Arthur isn't willing to contest it when all of his wires are crossed. There's also the matter of– while Arthur's an omega, he's got a sharp mouth and he's not afraid to take it to a fight.

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". ]

[followhim]

[ he triggered an omega into heat??! what compliment, honestly. he's getting a little hard just thinking about it. that's one of those things he read about on star wars reddit, but never experienced for himself in his daily life. ]

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.