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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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— he didn't want to be mated, and here he was, getting soft. not being so scared of kylo. feeling… safe. wanting to please her. he was trying really hard to pretend that this was force brainwashing and not hormonal brainwashing; that way he didn't have to claim any responsibility.
that's why, despite knowing he was still very much a prisoner, he let himself get comfortable. complacent. he had his own room, not a cell. no more interrogation or torture.
until kylo left, and hux came skulking into his room. of course he did. he's an alpha, poe can smell it on him. it was surprising, but not, in some ways. (maybe being ranked below kylo was why he seemed so aggressively insecure.)
he came because everybody knows, it dawns on him. there aren't any suppressants in his system anymore, he'd been in heat, there's no way to pass off as anything besides what he is — an omega. judging by way hux approaches, grabs at him, there seems to be an assumption on his behalf that that makes him a first order fucktoy to pass around. (or maybe hux was just being petty and stealing kylo ren's toys while she was gone — that sounded on point for him.)
at least he'd had the presence of mind — even with hux trying to pin him down and nose at that spot on his neck — to deck him. sure, he immediately regretted it after the sharp pain hit his knuckles, but it was still worth it. even after being shuffled back into a cell with no treatment for his hand, it was worth it.
a surge of something rises up in his throat when he picks up her scent and footsteps. (relief. it's relief.) but he doesn't dare move for the door or call out — mostly because he's physically unable to do the first. ]
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Perhaps she needs to charge one of the Knights to keep watch when she has to tend to something that will have her off-ship, or create a special position. It's not like she could take Poe with her every time she needs to tend to business elsewhere. Or she shouldn't, anyhow, no matter that part of her feels like she should have him near as often as possible.
Her thoughts veer sharply away from rational planning once she lays eyes on him, emotion surging within her the way it so easily could. She makes a gesture to release the restraints before she's even near the door to the cell, though that's just as quickly dealt with. ]
Are you hurt? [ She can sense an injury but the words fall out anyway, unable to even try and keep concern out of her voice, her eyes sweeping over him.
And then she catches the residue of Hux's scent on the air and something twists inside her, hot and angry. She's going to kill him. Slowly, painfully. Or maybe she would just push him out an airlock. Kylo doesn't know what happened but it doesn't matter. Poe is hers. For anyone else — especially Hux — to lay their filthy hands on him...
A low, displeased growl comes from the back of her throat, the sound not directed at Poe. She's going to fix this. And then she's going to think of a thousand ways to make Hux suffer. ]
Come on, you're not spending a moment longer down here.
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[ what he doesn't say is "i'm glad you're back." her scent is so comforting, he wants to envelope himself in it. he didn't even realize how much he could miss her before now — awful, he realizes. somewhere in the back of his mind. he shouldn't want this... but.
but doesn't everybody want love? companionship? an alpha? why try to fight it?
besides — how angry she's getting on his behalf is honestly a little bit of a turn-on. ]
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Taking him to one of the med bays is the easy, obvious choice. Certainly no need to linger here any longer than necessary. Instinct says to take him somewhere safe, full stop. Her quarters are arguably the safest place he could be. She doesn't like the thought of him being in pain, though, no matter that he claims it's his own fault. Nor does she like that other scent that lingers where it shouldn't be. It stirs other instincts, however, taking care of him is her first priority.
Kylo clasps his hand carefully, starting to walk. ]
Once we're somewhere safe you can tell me what happened.
[ In the meanwhile though her touch has grown warm, obvious even through the glove she wears. A distinct heat but not the burning kind, more akin to the soothing heat of a warm blanket or just the right temperature of water. It's a sensation that doesn't simply linger on the surface, soaking in and lessening any aches or pains first as the warmth begins to heal.
Kylo knows how everyone likes to think that she's dark except the Force isn't so cut and dry. There's a lot of things she knows how to do, even more that she could do, it tends to simply be a matter of what she needs to call upon her power for. During her time in the First Order there hasn't been a whole lot of need for healing, outside of wounds and damage to herself. ]
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the warmth isn't the only thing — it's more than physical warmth. it's seeing her act soft towards him, like he's something that needs protecting. maybe at a different time he'd protest and resent that kind of behavior. but right now? it's comforting. stupid hormones. ]
Once — where? There's not a lot to say.
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[ Mostly to keep the likelihood of her randomly lashing out to a minimum. It's bad enough she wants to glare at anyone they pass, or growl at anyone who's too close to him for her liking. No matter that the corridors of the ship are only so wide and it's not as if anyone lingers or is purposely near, it's simply staff going about their business.
And if anyone gives them a second glance or pointed thought — Is that Ren holding hands with the prisoner??? — she doesn't notice it. She's focused on getting them from Point A to Point B, and focused on directing her power to heal him. Anything else is a far secondary concern.
When they get to her quarters at last Kylo pauses inside the door to activate the master lock, not wanting to be disturbed in the slightest. Then she turns and gives Poe her full attention, clasping both her hands around his injured one and ramping her power up a little to finish healing his hand. ]
I was told there was an altercation while I was away. What did he do?
[ She thinks she has a good guess but wants to hear it from Poe. Because there's no doubt in her mind that this is Hux's fault and
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He came in my room and tried to force himself on me. At least that's what I think he was doing. He got real close to my scent gland, and I punched him.
[ before he could see the scar there, even though he most likely more than suspected. recounting it, replaying it in his mind, makes him angry all over again. he couldn't bear to be seen as something weak to be taken advantage of just because of his designation. he would have clawed hux's face off given half a chance. he proved that much. ]
I would've done more, but he had guards on me pretty fast.
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On the other side of the room something falls off a shelf and shatters as Kylo goes very still. The lights in the room flicker for a moment or two, dimming, before returning to normal. Her hands still have a careful hold on his, not even twitching as her mood shifts, because she's not upset with him, and she would never hurt him. (Not now, that is, now that they're bound and he's hers. Thinking about what she did before is complicated.) The stillness isn't the calm sort, though. Her aura, and her presence in the Force is turbulent, dark, churning with a desire to lash out. Something the couple Knights on the ship can pick up on, even though they're not terribly near.
Her gaze is on their hands as she brushes her thumb across his knuckles, touching the soft, new skin. Funny how skills can come back easily no matter how much time has passed. But then, why shouldn't they for someone like her? After all, everyone had been so eager to train her (to control her, a voice always adds in her head) because she was like her grandfather; her power bore no signs of weakening, or being limited. ]
They won't bother you again.
[ Her tone is calm but there's an undercurrent of something dangerous. Something that says he's exactly right in his assessment of what she'd do to protect him. ]
How does your hand feel now? [ Kylo lifts her gaze to look at him, and though her contained fury has made her eyes darken, she looks at him with concern and protectiveness. ]
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the way she's visibly upset and ready to wreak some havoc doesn't even register to him as a threat, because it could never possibly be directed towards him. he knows it like he knows his own name. they won't bother him again. feels good. ]
A lot better. [ he looks up at her, but his expression is more of mild surprise than anything else when he quietly says ]
Didn't know you could do that.
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Kylo lightly shrugs a shoulder as her gaze lowers back to their hands. ]
I can do more than people give me credit for. Everyone likes to focus on Light and Dark, and they tend to forget that whatever they want to call different elements, it all comes from the same source. [ Maybe some would begin to remember, now that she has something — someone — to protect other than herself. Someone she wants to care for more than she's ever felt similar emotions before. Is this what it's like, to know one isn't alone in the universe? Is this what it's like to — ]
I'm sorry, for leaving you unprotected. I should have known better than to presume that cur would stay in his place. It's not a mistake that will happen a second time.
[ Because she would make sure Poe was guarded, for starters. And because Hux's days are numbered. It's not as if she hadn't planned to kill him eventually, but this she will not stand. She needs to figure out a suitable replacement, make sure a transition will go smoothly, but it's going to happen. And she'll enjoy every last second of it. ]
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You shouldn't have to.
[ the words bubble to the surface and burst out of him, frustrated. he knows its stupid. an overreaction. being self-conscious about his designation being known — with reason, apparently, considering hux. letting himself be taken care of, protected, was still a foreign idea, even if the omega part of him was being swept away in the riptide of it. ]
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Perhaps not but I've known him a lot longer than you have, I should have guessed what he might try to do. [ If she thinks about it too much she'll just get upset with herself, so she tries not to. No matter that most anyone else in their rational mind would be too afraid of what she might do to try and get inappropriate with someone she claimed. ] No matter, it won't happen again.
[ The foreign and unwelcome scent still lingers, though. It's sour to her senses, impossible for her not to focus on now that the immediate concern has been addressed by healing Poe.
She comes closer, moving into his space without hesitation, which of course only makes it even more noticeable to her. A quiet discontent growl slips out. Her mate shouldn't smell like anyone else. She knows it's not his fault, but that doesn't change the growing need she has to smother and erase the offending scent with her own. ]
I can smell him on you. [ Kylo murmurs, one hand plucking at Poe's shirt, an unspoken hint she wants it gone. ]
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[ he may have pulled away momentarily, but he doesn't move when she re-enters his space. it's good, his omega side concedes.
he starts taking off his shirt, half because he can pick up that his alpha wants it gone, and half because he wants it gone. she's right; it still smells like hux.
and maybe it's not just that. he wants it off because being here alone with her is making him a little hot under the collar. and if he's lucky, maybe part of the cleansing himself of hux's scent process will involve….. the knot???? his thirsty omega insides can hope. ]
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Kylo shifts closer and she bends her head to scent along his now-bare shoulder toward his neck. Removing the shirt removed much of the unwelcome smell but she can still pick up on it a little, that twinge of wrong, and with it the knowledge that another alpha touched what was hers. Tried to take what's hers. The thought leads to another unhappy sound and her hand moves to rest on Poe's arm as she nuzzles the side of his neck. ]
You're mine— [ Her lips brush against his scent gland as she speaks. ] —and I won't let anyone take you from me.
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Good.
[ it's a muttered response that quickly melts away when she starts nuzzling in on his scent gland. it's an instant calm-making button that makes all his insides turn to liquid. as much as he wanted to fight, it was okay. he didn't need to fight. it's okay, because brianna is here to protect him. brianna? kylo ren? alpha. ]
Thank you.
[ his brain went offline for a minute there, but it turns back on to say more words. maybe — they feel a little bit outside of himself. he's still trying to ease into her being right. shucking off the hard and sticky shell built up around his emotions. a small shudder escapes him. she's so close, why won't she bite down??? (it doesn't matter anymore; what's done was done after the first time.) ]
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She's never felt this before, and it's exhilarating in a way similar to some of her forays in using the Force. It probably should frighten or concern her, as she now has a living, breathing weakness. Instead she only wants more. Of everything.
That shudder draws her in and her other hand slides up his chest as she moves forward, not content to simply be close but walking them back until they meet a wall. With nowhere else to go she presses her body against his, gently pinning him against the wall, and she nips at his neck, tongue immediately chasing after to soothe. His scent is intoxicating, even when every ounce of his presence isn't calling out for her. The need she's picking up on doesn't hurt though.
As her teeth graze the soft skin, starting to worry a fresh mark on his neck, both her hands roam over his torso, following the lines of his muscles and drifting down to slide over his hips. ]
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he sucks in air like he has to actively remind his lungs to do it. he does his best to offer more of his neck to her; the attention is so good that he would be content to stay in this holding pattern forever.
would be, but they’re close and alone with the opportunity for more.
this time when he wants more, he’s not sure if it’s a rising heat, omega hormones in general, or just… him. it’s hard to really care when the rest of him is getting hard. ]
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And yet she had left him unprotected, because she didn't assume the worst might happen in her absence. She could have prevented it. She should have.
Her hands, which had started to move up his sides, instead trail back down, lingering at his hips a moment before continuing, and a moment later she's grabbing his thighs to lift him and shifting her own body closer to rock her hips against his. There's something strangely erotic to her about feeling his growing arousal against hers despite clothing in the way, or perhaps because of it. Clothes would all be gone soon enough, of course they would because she she needs to wash away any traces of wrong with her own scent, however right in this moment it's the closeness that registers as more important.
The nuzzling at his neck stops as she lifts her head to rub her cheek against his, then turns her head to kiss him, slow and searing until they both need to breathe. She sucks on his lower lip and her hips press into his, more than a little hint of what's to come. While she can only smell Poe now, that doesn't change her need to re-stake her claim, or to make sure the only other thing she can smell on him is herself. ]
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no. oh no. the math seemed to line up? as far as he could tell; he wasn’t exactly keeping a calendar. but maybe it was heat time again. maybe the shock to his system from hux’s assault followed by kylo’s anticipated (anticipated?) return triggered it early.
it was either that or she was genuinely arousing him on a completely normal day. and although that small stubborn sliver of himself refused to come to terms with the idea, maybe it wasn’t that bad.
after all, monsters were less scary when they were your monster. and she was going to tear hux apart for even coming near him. tearing hux apart because of him. something about envisioning that was so insanely appealing that a wave of slick gushes out of him. in that moment, he's left staring agape, pupils wide. ]
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As his arousal increases her nose twitches slightly, picking up on the scent, and it makes her harder, continuing to move her hips against his. If she had any doubts about whether he wanted her near — wanted her, period — the way his body's responding leaves no doubt.
She licks at his mouth, arching her back to try and press her body closer to his. There's an increasing desire for skin against skin, for nothing at all between them. A desire more easily accommodated elsewhere. Not that it isn't tempting to fuck him right here against the wall. But a wall was far from comfortable and if she wanted to get rough there were far more pleasurable ways to do it, especially when she knows her mate has been through a lot this day.
So rather than start to rid them both of clothing Kylo curls an arm around him for better support as she steps back from the wall. She's not used to carrying anyone like this but it hardly matters, there's no struggle or difficulty in her movement, her pace easy and steady as she takes them to the bedroom. Her mouth has gone back to his neck, sucking at the new mark she's made. It's deeply satisfying, seeing any mark she's made on his skin, and probably only the first of the night at that.
It's only once they're on the bed that she lifts her head again from his neck, brushing her lips along his jaw, licking at the corner of his mouth before raising her head entirely to look at him. Her eyes are dark but with desire, the way she gazes at him heated and hungry. Running her hands along the waist of his pants, she carefully untangles from him so she can unfasten his pants, shifting to stand at the end of the bed as she tugs them off, clearly expecting little resistance from him. ]
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breathing feels like a long-forgotten skill as she keeps licking at the new mark on his neck. every word leaves his vocabulary except for “yes,” “more,” and her name. (“brianna.” she could be brianna. brianna felt like a deep personal secret between the two of them.) her mouth lifting lets unwelcome cold air in, but he’s quickly satiated by the way she tends to the rest of his face.
when their eyes meet, it’s clear that whatever resentment he might have held towards her in a time that feels like ages ago has melted away. his eyes are full of silent reverence, like she’s the reason there are stars in the sky.
he’s pliable onto the bed, and eager to be rid of his pants, considering how ruined they are by now. as she tugs them off, he’s happy to do his own shimmying to assist. ]
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As does the way he looks at her, though there's the briefest moment where she feels the weight of that responsibility and it threatens to bring a flicker of anxiety with it, a sensation that thankfully gets drowned out rather swiftly by everything else. It's powerful, having someone react to her like this. Arousing too, and not just in the lustful sense, though that does have a fair amount of priority right now.
Her eyes trail over his body, drinking him in as she strips down, letting all she wears pile on the floor because she has far more important things to think about. Like closing the distance she's put between them and seeing how quickly she can get her scent all over him.
As soon as she's naked Brianna moves to join him, climbing onto the bed. Her hands slide up his legs and she bends her head to nuzzle the inside of his thigh. The scent of his arousal is so strong she can't help but linger, one hand splaying on his hip as she turns her head to brush her lips against his shaft, and her eyes flick upward to look at him. A moment later her other hand is curling around his cock and she bends her head further to lick at him, moaning softly from the taste and feeling her own cock throb, eager to be back inside him and thoroughly claim her mate. ]
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but then she's moving again, repositioning. his own cock had seemed less important in the scheme of things, but with brianna showing it attention, something in him ignites. he's so hard, and now precum has decided join his arousal in that whole downstairs party. ]
Thank you— thank you, alpha.
[ he did his best to make a whole sentence before going back to his mostly incoherent pleasure words. his hands give holding her a new try, and this time find purchase in her hair. he doesn't pull, but his fingers do tangle in there. ]
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When she finally pulls away it's with a soft whine, needing more. Needing to be closer to him.
Brianna nuzzles his chest, her hands spreading his legs some so she can settle comfortably between them as she gradually covers his body with hers. She kisses his throat, moaning low as her cock rubs against his. ]
Need you. [ she murmurs, mouthing at his skin, her hands running along his sides and touching anywhere she can reach. ]
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[ he tries to manage a sentence, but the words get jumbled somewhere on the path between his brain and his mouth. just like they have been. why he continues to try is anyone's guess.
the array of sensations he's feeling now is overwhelming. he's pretty sure he's going to just melt into a puddle around brianna— and honestly he's okay with it. as she's at his throat, rubbing against him, he tries speaking again, hissing out ]
Take me.
[ poe with brain cells (okay, fine, one brain cell) would disapprove so hard of this romance novel talk, but where is he now? not here, that's for sure. ]
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