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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'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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ 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...
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Some — [ he wheezes, not out of loss of his voice but because the pain makes it hard to focus ] — pleasure.
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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. ]
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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?) ]
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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...
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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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there’s a lack of pain. a lack of any feeling in his lower body at all. he may not be a doctor or medical droid, but he has enough basic understanding of the human body to know why this may be so.
the paralysis was scarier than the incapacitating injuries she gave his legs, scarier than the taser — but then, with the taser he knew it would be temporary. (his logical braincell would have reminded him that she would probably send him to be patched up anyway, but he was too consumed by pain and fear to listen.)
if it was real, really happening, then he had no true way to escape. he wouldn't be able to move, not well. no chance of escape, no flying out. (well, maybe if he could actually make it into a cockpit, he'd be fine. but that was the problem.) and that's the tack most of his thoughts take. fear of vulnerability and helplessness. ]
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Kylo draws her hand away from his back once she senses the shift in his fear, the action having served its purpose. Wiping a bit of blood off on her pants, she steps in closer, lightly touching his side. ]
Is something wrong, Poe?
[ Her tone is almost taunting, a smirk on her lips she feels no need to hide. She lets her hand skim along his side, the movement pointed as the path takes her over his waist and hip, testing the illusion. ] Perhaps I should help you get more comfortable...
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And I think you did enough.
[ he tries to move away from her, an action that takes all of his upper body strength and is made awkward by his restraints. it's not much more than a jerky swivel, but he tried. ]
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Oh, but there's still so much more I could do. You haven't gotten to see the depths of my creativity yet.
[ Creativity, depravity... same difference.
With the way he's reacting to her at the moment Kylo feels satisfied with the illusion and lowers her hand, careful not to touch him with that one. Not that she really thinks he has enough rationality at the moment to make the connection that she might be toying with his mind, but being a little careful doesn't hurt. Besides, his mind has given her plenty to work with right now. There would be no fun if she dug everything out all at once.
She gives Poe a temporary reprieve from her closeness as she steps away to walk over to the table, setting aside both her lightsaber and the small blade. Best not to play too much with either, lest she burn anything that might prove more difficult to heal back to 100%. Traditional knife wounds were far easier and reliable to mend, both with medicine and other methods of healing.
When she returns to where he is there's a blade of several inches tucked in her belt. She doesn't pull it out right away, instead one hand goes to the back of his head to forcefully tilt his head forward a little bit, the fingers of her other hand almost delicately stroking the back of his neck. ]
Perhaps I should dig the blade in up here, hmm? [ She taunts him, tapping a finger against the top of his spine, near to where the wound along his back ends. ] Then there would really be no more running away. You would be entirely reliant on me. How does that sound, Poe?
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he cranes his neck back to get a better look at her. he's still trying to be brave, but there's a definite undercurrent of frantic anxiety in his expression and his words. ]
Sounds awfully boring for you. Thought you liked it when I put up a fight.
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And here I thought you were eager to die. Shouldn't you want me to become bored of you? Then again, if I grow bored of you I wouldn't have to kill you. I'm sure there's a market for used slaves. Some creatures like toys that are already broken.
[ As she talks one of her hands idly runs along an uninjured portion of his back, the contact because she wants to but also a little because she's sure he doesn't. ]
Mmm, I have to give it to you, though, you're right. I do enjoy you putting up a fight. I enjoy it in so many ways.
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that is when it occurs to him, as he's working through all his pain to think: ]
Can't put up much of a fight when you've got me broken like this.
[ instead of thinking of it as a fear, maybe he can reframe it as... a plea for her to not mutilate him any further. ]
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