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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]

[ he enters the library with his robes askew and hair artistically tousled — his fresh-from-being-outside luq. genetics really came through for him on the hair.

he squints a little at the whole skirt situation, since it feels weird to go fight with some sixth-year simply for having eyes. you know what? he's not going to think about it. he just going to sit his ass down at the library table. ]

It's due tomorrow, isn't it?

[evite]

Mmhmm.

[ she only sounds zen because she's already completely given up on this whole essay thing. fuck it. she does not need history to be a really cool codebreaker. ]

You look cute. [ she's into it. ]

[followhim]

Yeah? [ he looks slightly confused because he's a dumb boy. he was just outside working on his fitness trying to fly his broomstick into the moon practicing? ]

Uh... you too. [ said with all the spirit of a dumb teenage boy.

daisy may have given up but he came to the library for this damn it. making him come inside. rude. ]

Do you have notes or something we can use?

[evite]

[ so, like, his usual energy ]

I mean... [ a vague wave of her hand at the piles of stupid notes and books. most of these were stolen from other people's shit, they won't miss them in the middle of the night. she'll return them or something. ]

Do we have to do it?

[followhim]

Why'd you make me come help you if you weren't gonna do it?

[ it's teasing. he reaches out for the note at the top of the pile so he can crumple it up and toss it at her. sorry original author of this note tbh. ]

[evite]

What, because a broom's the only thing you like between your legs?

[ idiot. ]

[followhim]

[ you can see the subtext slowly dawn on him. it's a process happening visibly on his face. (he's not a smart boy.) ]

Oh. Oh. That's -- yeah. Yeah, okay. We can... study.

[evite]

Took you long enough to catch up there, Dameron.

[ maybe a broom is the only thing he likes. she knows it vibrates enough for at least one girl on the hufflepuff team. ]

[followhim]

[ he makes a sour lemon face at that. ] Took you long enough to say what you really wanted.

[ like... so there. he grins and tosses another note at her. it's his love language??? ]

[evite]

[ whatEVER. like this isn't opportunity number five bajillion. ]

Do you want to get handsy in the stacks or not?

[followhim]

Yeah, yeah. C'mon.

[ he gets up and holds out his hand for her to take. he's going to romantically lead her into the stacks, how 'bout that. ]

[evite]

[ how sweet??? hope nobody steals her notes because she's just gonna... follow. into the stacks. his robes will make a nice blanket but she does not have any because? they are still on the chair? ]

Where? Your face?

[ ha ha ha! she's so funny ]

[followhim]

[ like she was going to use those notes anyway!! ]

You're real funny. Hilarious.

[ it's sarcastic, but still fond. now in their newly claimed corner of the stacks, he pushes her against one of the shelves so his hands can slide down her sides while he presses his mouth into hers. (it's not smooth but it is enthusiastic, in that way of teenage boys.) ]

[evite]

[ no, she was not. she was also not going to complain about being manhandled a little, even if the books rattle in their own special, magical way as her back thumps against the shelves.

there's nothing smooth about a library makeout when the other party's been summarily summoned out of the blue because the first is bored and procrastinating. it's equal parts selfishness and missing the other person, and they don't talk about either. ]

I know. [ and if she sounds smug about it when her mouth pulls away to skim along the line of his jaw, well, so be it. ] That's why you like me.

[followhim]

I don't remember saying that.

[ if she can be a lil shit, so can he. she can also get some light exfoliation from that shadow of a 5:00 shadow he has going. his hand slides up into her hair, raking it around a little bit. it's nice hair. soft. also: ]

You smell good.

[ that's why he likes her. duh. ]

[evite]

Thanks, it's new perfume.

[ liar. lazy people who take naps in libraries definitely don't wear perfume. she's too lazy for that. just like he's too lazy to shave, apparently. not that she's mad about it.

he smells like rain and grass and himself. that is nice, but she isn't going to swell up his ego even more than it already is by telling him. ]