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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]

Yeah? I thought of you when I picked out my aftershave.

[ the quip is to buy time. (not that it matters, but it's the essence of axe from many hours ago.) he slides down into the driver's seat. he can turn into a wolf and yeet out of there. that's the ideal plan, because it's the only plan he has. the alternate plan is actually sit there and wait for kylo ren to yank him out. two plans diverged in a yellow wood and he chose the one less likely to end in murder, probably.

it's not just the metal crunching anymore — bones crunch as they rearrange themselves. ]

[warfares]

Cute.

( — except that it isn’t, not even remotely. they’ve done this dance before and it’s no more annoying for the fact that he practically knows the steps by heart.

visor still up, he swings down from the bike. boots crunching against gravel and shards of glass. it had been a brutal crash. the sort of thing a lesser man — a man, at all — would never have survived. )

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[ he's growling before he's even done changing — it just becomes more deeper and resonant. the closer kylo comes, the more cornered he feels and the more he feels the urge to lash out, like an aggressive tug at his coattails.

being a wolf is safer. it's easier for him to worm his way out with few cuts or scrapes. it's easier to listen to his bloodlust. he really just wants to tear kylo ren apart. the other options are limited and, as noted, this is a familiar dance routine for him.

and that's how, in a flash, a giant orange and grey wolf leaps out of the car wreckage and starts yeeting as fast as it can towards kylo.

poe: i better be careful i don't wanna die
poe: careful as i TURN DOWN FOR WHAT WHOOOOO i don't remember saying the other thing ]

[warfares]

( adrenaline surges through him when the shape of the wolf resolves, breaking through the wreckage toward him. with a surge of resolve, instinct sharpened through years of the hunt, raises his weapon and fires: once, twice, a third time.

the sound is deafening. smoke curls on the evening air, biting no doubt if he were exposed. if he were capable of feeling anything at all. )

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[ one bullet grazes him, but that’s all it takes to bring him down. (it was a rough graze. it’s a graze in the sense that it didn’t become lodged.) he’s taken out of his trajectory, reduced to a growling, hissing mess on the ground.

but even with the sharp pain and dampness, the sticky smell of blood on his fur, he still wants to fight. maul kylo ren. tear out his throat. so he still lurches forward unsteadily, all the more angry and feral for his injury.

he wasn’t going to be taken prisoner again. death would be preferable (especially because lucking out and escaping again felt like lightning, unlikely to strike twice.) ]

[warfares]

You’re a fool.

( this is hardly a revelation. nobody that had done what poe had done — and continued to do with such a startling amount of regularity — could be considered entirely sane.

he might be tempted to admire it, that stubbornness, if only for the way it’s made so many of the order twitch. hux, especially, had wanted the honor of dragging poe back to the nest. perhaps he should have allowed it. that way he'd be down an additional headache and still have a clip of ammunition to spare.

instead, they're stuck outside, squaring off in broad daylight. a thrilling sort of business even without the risk of exposure. )

You know I can't let you leave.

[followhim]

[ it doesn’t really matter that he can’t respond verbally, because the response would have been the one he’s giving now: a snarl. just with words.

the pain radiating through him made it progressively harder to maintain wolf form. using anger as fuel was perhaps not as effective as he wanted it to be. it’d be great if he’d start healing right about now, but surviving totaling a car has him in low battery mode.

so he puts all his energy into a very last ditch effort to jump kylo and sink his teeth in. this, somehow, still felt like a preferable option to running.

it’s true: he is a crazy fool. mama didn't raise a quitter but she did raise a homosexual and an idiot. ]