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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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[ She misses seeing most of those emotions but she senses them pass, or at least senses the flurry of them. That the assortment of emotions ends up settling on anger doesn't really surprise her. She'd expect him to be cross with himself for squandering a chance, one she hadn't meant to give him but she's not bothered by in this instance. And, of course, she expects some sort of reaction to her not-remotely-subtle taunting.

As long as her pet has buttons to press Kylo fully intends to keep pressing them when the moment suits her or serves her purposes. It wouldn't do for her entertainment to not be entertaining and capable of holding her attention, after all. ]

I do hope the traitor gets captured and not killed out in the field. I'm sure you'd like to see him one last time, your wayward savior that certainly can't save you now.

[ Kylo turns the blade off and clips the hilt to her belt before her gaze moves to Poe, that smirk still lingering on her lips. ]

Perhaps when we capture the traitor I'll let you have the honor of executing him. [ Her smirk widens further. ] Perhaps I'll even let you use my saber to do it. That would be such anguish for the both of you, I imagine. [ She reaches out to almost affectionately brush her knuckles against Poe's cheek. ] And such a wonderful display of how far the Resistance's mighty hero has fallen.

I haven't fallen anywhere.

[ it only adds fuel to the flame. part of him wants to stay safely within his angry feelings, burrow into the emotion — if he feels angry, he doesn't have to feel all the fear and shame that's come with every single humiliating thing she's put him through since being captured. but it's getting harder to maintain the anger, he's finding. it's exhausting.

every time finn comes up, the ideas for punishments change and something catches in his chest. finn went from being reconditioned again to killed to being member number two of kylo ren's awful harem being killed by him personally. all he wants to do is protect someone who isn't even there, because ... well, because he cared about him.

and now he'll never see him again.

(he didn't want to think about what finn would say if he did see him again. even if he protested, maybe she was right. maybe he had fallen.) ]

I'd die before doing something like that to him.

You keep protesting and it keeps not making a difference. How frustrating that must be for you. [ Kylo remarks casually, not even trying to hide that she's mocking him. ] If such a situation comes, you'll do whatever I command you to do. Eventually there will be a day where I won't even need to use the Force to make you do what I want. Perhaps not soon, but mark my words, it will happen.

[ Whether her will was followed out of obedience or fear wouldn't much matter at that point; it would be a victory for her regardless.

She turns to leave the meeting room and there are two troopers posted out in the corridor, patiently waiting. Kylo makes a gesture in Poe's direction. ]

Take the prisoner back to his room. I have a battle to prepare for. [ Because her anger might have been tempered for the time being after having her way with him but her desire for bloodshed still has a need to be sated. ]

You're wrong. About that. No matter what you do, there are some things I'd never do. You can't.

[ he knows she's right. in the end she could make him do whatever she wanted. even if it was killing finn. or any other awful things adjacent. but he wants to fight back so much. he's not giving up. he's picking his battles. he's saving his energy for a rainy day event, something like that, where he'd really need to fight back.

which is why he lets the guards cart him off with minimal stuggle. he's not admitting defeat!! he's just... saving his energy... ]

[ Several days pass, nearly a week, before anyone comes to fetch the pilot. Busy days, as he might have overheard when his meals are brought or he's checked up on to make sure he's not attempting anything foolish or suicidal. There was the little skirmish with the Hutt Cartel, yes, but soon after there was an attack on a Republic-aligned world, one that hadn't initially thrown in with the Resistance but seemed to be changing its mind now that the state of things was more dire. An attack that had been successful, mostly. Apart from the fact that a destroyer had been lost and a few of the planet's governing body, one of which was a former Republic senator, managed to escape. Rumor was they knew where the Resistance was currently hiding, or at least how to get in contact, hence why orders had been to capture rather than kill.

The two who come to get Poe might seem a bit fidgety or weary, less impassive than usual at the very least. A possible reason will become clear as they near the day's destination of the torture room he's been brought to before. Screaming can be heard from down the corridor. Not simply of pain but an almost panicked sound, like something is very, very wrong.

A sound that will cut off abruptly before they reach the door.

Inside, well, it's obvious that Kylo has been putting the room to use. The metallic scent of blood is very present, and so is the scent of death. There's someone bound to the interrogation chair, silent and twitching, and Kylo stands before them in a familiar pose, one hand outstretched as she digs through their mind. Only the glove on her hand is wet with blood, the other hand down at her side holding a long blade, and the expression on her face is one of intensity, her eyes burning bright from her power. She looks a little like she might have come to the room straight from battle — or that she's been 'working' in there for a fair bit of time.

At first she doesn't seem to notice the troopers that arrive with Poe, and they don't exactly seem keen on drawing her attention. But then her focus breaks and she looks over. Kylo doesn't say anything, just gestures with the knife in her hand to the open spot on the wall. There may or may not be blood there too. ]

[ even without kylo breathing down his neck and forcing him to do things against his will, he can't find peace. he's still a prisoner, still hearing whispers and details of first order movements while being powerless to stop them. he's not surprised when officers come to get him — he spent most of his reprieve bracing for it to happen anyway.

their behavior does strike him as odd, though, in a way he can't completely place. not until they're at and then inside the room.

something in him stills at seeing the mental torture. it's too close. too familiar. the hair at the back of his neck stands up. that could be him next.

still, he purses his lips. ]

So, what? You want me to go over there?

[ Kylo's eyes narrow and her stare is almost a tangible thing as the Force flows through her, like a weight that could easily pin a person — or bury them. Occasionally she was amused by his sass; there's not an ounce of amusement in her body language right now.

Her gaze flicks to the troopers, clearing her throat expectantly, and the sound seems to spur them back in motion. The troopers each grab an arm and move to pull him over and shackle him to the wall. Poe isn't the first person they've brought to the room but he's probably the only one who's going to leave still breathing. Before they actually do Kylo speaks, and there's a distinct coldness in her voice, though not from a lack of emotion. ]

No. I want the prisoner facing the wall.

[ Because sometimes she enjoyed the dread caused by a person seeing what was coming, and other times she wanted the fear of uncertainty.

The person she's been torturing makes a whimpering sound, drawing her attention back to them, and the shift of her hand shifts her power already inside their mind, making them convulse in pain. To say she's upset that high-value targets escaped is an understatement, although taking her displeasure out on others who weren't as lucky has been helping. Truthfully she'd had half a mind to summon Poe earlier but she forced herself to wait until she was reasonably certain she wouldn't kill him. ]

[ he only barely struggles against the guards — more out of habit, since he knows he isn't going anywhere.

he's only quiet until she goes back to the prisoner, at which point he begins uselessly yelling ]

Hey!! Stop it!

[ he knows all too well what's happening.. seeing it from the outside made it worse, emotionally. ]

[ Normally she might taunt that he could take their place, or that maybe he wanted a repeat of their early encounter, but she's not calmed enough for that. Instead her focus stays on the latest unlucky soul who might end up leaving alive but they wouldn't remain that way for long either way.

There aren't any gashes or jarring physical wounds, but their mind is already in a broken state from her dark touch. Trapped in a nightmare she's created for them as she roamed through their mind plucking out their fears and insecurities. In such times she can't help but wonder if fear could be fed on like how pain could fuel power, although granted said pain had to be her own. Something to experiment with the next time one of the holding cell blocks is full, perhaps.

Kylo doesn't even note when the troopers leave the room, all too eager to get away from their sadistic leader for a time. She does at last shift her attention though once she's satisfied with how deeply wrapped up the prisoner is in their own terror.

Lowering her arm, she turns as she looks over to where Poe's been restrained. Her gaze trails over him as she walks over, appraising but not in a sexual way. ]

You can yell yourself hoarse, it won't make a difference. [ As she stops to stand behind him, her hand still holding the blade lifts and she lightly prods at his lower back, aiming to cause discomfort more than actual hurt or to make him bleed. ] Though you do have quite a set of lungs on you, I'd expect you would have to yell or scream a good while before you lost your voice.

Why are you torturing him? What's he got that you need that wasn't already on my droid?

[ bb-8. sweet angel bb-8. hopefully back with the resistance now. flinches a little bit at the knife, bracing for more but, surprisingly, not receiving it. oh well, he's sure a stabbing is in his very near future regardless.

at the voice comment, his face stays as perfectly irritated as it already was. better not to dignify it with a response. save those vocal cords for more dissenting. ]

Nothing. That broken thing has nothing I need. [ The reply comes as she prods at the small of his back, twisting a little and a brief flicker of a smile comes to her lips at the sound of fabric ripping even though it's only a tiny tear. ] But there were a couple people that had information I needed, and they somehow managed to escape. I hope they can live with the fact their associates have been killed and tortured in their stead.

[ Kylo steps away, walking over to her table of tools. More than a few are already bloodied and dirty. Her hand drifts over the assortment before picking up one that isn't. ]

You're certainly right, though. That droid of yours was a veritable wealth of information. Thanks to it — and you — the Resistance is going to run out of places to try and hide.

[ When she walks back over to him it's not pain that comes initially, but her empty hand ghosting along his spine. ] Perhaps reminding them that their poster child belongs to the enemy will provoke them out of hiding.

[ his mouth opens to say something angrily — but nothing comes out. calling a person a "broken thing" sits very squarely wrong with him, but he can't make a retort come. (possibly because the prodding takes him by surprise.)

it only makes him more mad that someone was completely broken like that for no reason. not even for information. just as a warning. or punishment for someone not even aware. ]

It won't.

[ they won't run out of places to hide. well, he can hope. he knows there are things that leia hadn't disclosed to him or bb-8. more hiding places. he can only hope they're going to them.

"it won't" was directed not only at that, but at the idea of the resistance coming out of hiding for him. they wouldn't. leia knew how to weigh the many over the one. he was a lost cause. it wasn't something he took a lot of joy in knowing, but he'd still rather have the resistance licking its wounds somewhere safe than go on a fool's errand rescuing him.

(was it a fool's errand? no. it was just unnecessary. he can do it himself. eventually, the time will be just right and he'll be able to escape. it'll all line up. he has to believe that.) ]

You're wasting your time.

[ his body tenses when she's touches him again. or comes close enough to. he's still bracing for it, the moment when she decides to stab him or worse. ]

[ Kylo hums a thoughtful sound, tilting her head as her gaze follows her hand. ] You're probably right, hurting you won't make the Resistance as a whole suddenly take up arms to come after you. I suspect that lesson was learned when they sent one of their best to try and locate Skywalker, and their best nearly gave Skywalker to the enemy.

[ After all, it was only a great deal of luck and chance going in the Resistance's favor, arguably, that kept the droid from being snatched up by the First Order first. She's all too happy to remind Poe of how in the end he had failed to protect that secret. Of how close he had come to having a hand in destroying one symbol of hope. ]

But that doesn't mean it's not possible to provoke one of your friends into doing something foolish.

[ Her lips curl into a dark smirk, her hand going to her belt, and after a moment there comes the sound of a lightsaber being switched on. ]

The traitor might have recovered from nearly dying to my blade, but I would imagine the event still haunts him. You saw him after, no doubt. Didn't you? Saw up close just the kind of damage a lightsaber can do. At the time I didn't have a chance to look, was the spine exposed? It wouldn't surprise me. [ She raises the blade as she admires her weapon, purposely holding it near him, possibly close enough he might feel the heat of it through his shirt. Certainly close enough to to hear it. ] I wonder what sort of reaction the traitor would have if I did worse to you...

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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?) ]

[ 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...

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.

Edited (i honestly have no idea what that was) 2019-08-23 11:38 (UTC)

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ It almost makes her moan, all the pain and anguish she can sense from him. His emotions are a delicious cocktail — one she wants to make even stronger. She'll have to be careful not to push too far but she has enough self-control for that, at least at this point in her torture session.

Kylo hones in on the storm of pain and emotion in his mind, picking through his thoughts. Of particular interest to her are the fears that have come to the surface. Fear was a strong tool for manipulating a person, in so many ways. A surefire path to breaking a person as well. Which, while she didn't want to break Poe's mind, she wasn't opposed to creating a few more cracks in his defenses. Some fresh trauma to use to manipulate him later if or when she needs it.

The small blade is tucked in her belt for the moment to free up that hand so she doesn't have to lower the other and risk breaking the connection she has with his mind. Stepping in a little closer, she presses two fingers into the start of the wound's path low on his spine and focuses her power on making him believe it's the blade again, wanting to make him believe she's digging it in, really damaging his spine.

If he's terrified at the thought of being incapacitated, she wants to see just how much fear the illusion of being partially paralyzed will cause. ]

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thought we might be due for a different kind of evil >.>

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