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Thanks for reading!

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what a beautiful, utterly devastating scenario.

i guess i might as well officially throw this onto the pile of prompts i'm planning on filling for this meme. :P

This is so amazingly funny and hot. Just the right balance between in-character and crack. And I loved the Taco Tuesday reference.

I'm totally blaming Gwendoline Christie & Oscar Issacs interactions for this, look at the lovely heigh difference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3pxAHBck8U

Either Phasma tries to get revenge on Finn taking advantage of a captured Poe, or she does it because Poe happens to be a pretty nice looking omega available who accidentally went into in heat. The heat might also be the reason why she's less collected and does things she usually wouldn't do. I'm not picky, really.

Some more ideas that aren't necessary but would be a lovely touch:

+ Alpha!Finn finding/coming to rescue Poe and getting into a fight with Phasma
+ Some hurt/comfort once everything is over because I'm a sucker for it.
+ (Alternate ending) Phasma's intention ending only in an attempt because someone comes to the rescue in time.

There's a great prompt and fill where pre-TFA Kylo Ren kills Snoke, becomes Supreme Leader, decides to be morally gray, takes Finn as his willing consort.

But I also want to read the version where all that happens, but when Kylo Ren and Finn are negotiating peace with the Resistance, they meet Poe and end up adding him so now it's a triad (state marriage to secure the peace? Poe and Ben Solo were childhood sweethearts?)

And THEN the three of them end up meeting Rey (they go to Jakku? Han and Chewie come to the peace talks with their new second mate Rey?), and one of the three is like "Okay can we add her too or would that just be greedy at this point?" and the other two are like "oh thank fuck someone said it" and so now Rey is being courted by the three hottest and most powerful men in the galaxy. Happy endings for all.

It must have been very scary. He must be soooo brave.

I'm sure you've all seen, if not read, the William Shakespeare's Star Wars and Jane Austen horror mash-up novels. So what would a mix of the two be like?

Preferable pairings are Reylo and Stormpilot, but any and all pairings are welcome.

I can't believe I'm not the only one who was thinking about this after reading the consort!Finn fic. :D

I found this Poe/Finn Supernatural AU on AO3 if you're interested: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5734372

Poe Dameron is the best agent at the Leia Organa Talent Agency (also employing Leia’s ex-husband Han Solo and his young and promising assistant Rey). He meets Finn in his first play fresh out of drama school. Poe wants to turn Finn into the next big movie star, and falls in love with him along the way. Happy ending, please!

During a battle, Poe takes a blaster/lightsaber meant for Finn. BB8 and Finn go into rage mode and take down any enemy who dares to touch Poe. After the confrontation, Finn and BB8 sit beside Poe, hoping that he'll wake up. Finn, consumed with guilt, confesses his love for Poe while he's unconscious. Eventually, Poe wakes up and a happy ending for stormpilot is in place :D

Solidarity!! *OP high fives you*

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Thanks! :)

Great beginning! Looking forward to the rest. :)

Heeeere we go.

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When Poe turned seventeen, he found out exactly how incomplete Mama’s tale really was.

After Mama died, when he was eight, he put away all the fairytales and fantasies she used to spin for him like wool on a great wheel. He joined the New Republic’s navy and pledged himself to fight alongside General Leia Organa and the New Republic forces. He’d lay his life down for the woman who’d become like a surrogate mother to him. It felt almost as if he were writing his own version of Mama’s fairytale, only he was the warrior and he and the princess were on the same side this time.

When Poe mentioned this to one of his fellow cadets, Temmin Wexley, at mess hall one day, Wexley choked on his rations.

“You? As Princess—I mean, General Organa’s champion? That’s absurd.” Wexley coughed violently and pounded a fist on his chest. His face was almost as red as the stripes on Poe’s leather jacket.

“What’s so absurd about it?” Poe asked, narrowing his eyes at Wexley.

“Don’t you know how that story goes?” Wexley asked, his face returning to its normal coloring.

“My mother used to tell me a version of the fairytale when I was a kid,” Poe said, fiddling with his rations. “Did you grow up with a different take on it?”

“Oh, stars and planets, Dameron,” Wexley said, shaking his head. He smiled, but it was more indulgent than his usual friendly one. “How sheltered a kid were you?”

“I don’t understand. Just spit it out, since you’re obviously dying to tell me as it is,” Poe said.

“It’s pretty much the same story across cultures and species and galaxies,” Wexley began, sounding almost reluctant now, as if he truly didn’t want to be the one to shatter Poe’s childhood memories. “But the gist of it is, when a warrior is saved by his enemy, the warrior must give his life to serving him.”

“I know that, Snap,” Poe cut in impatiently, biting off a chunk of bland protein bar. He forced it down with a sip of water.

“No, when I say serving, I mean serving,” Wexley said. His neck flushed bright red and it crawled up to color the rounds of his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I know what you—”

“He means sexually, Dameron.” Jessika Pava joined them at their table and dropped her tray next to Wexley’s. “My culture has a variant of this story too.”

“Actually,” Wexley cut in, lifting a finger and pointing it imperiously at Pava, “the Akivan version is slightly different. The warrior only has to offer comfort and pleasure to his enemy rescuer, but not necessarily sex.”

“In the Dandoran version, it is definitely sex, and lots of it,” Pava said, with a sharp grin in Poe’s direction.

Poe frowned at his half-eaten protein bar. “I guess she—my mother—was just protecting me,” he said finally.

“She did a good job of that,” Pava said, the corners of her smile softening. She reached out and patted a hand over Poe’s.

“Sorry,” Wexley said. “Your mom’s version’s probably better anyway.”

“Yeah,” Poe said, distantly.

_________

General Organa said, “I have a mission for you.”

General Organa said, “I want you to go to Jakku and speak to a man about a map.”

General Organs said, “Leave as soon as you can.”

And so he left.

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Thanks! I just put up the next part.

Kylo nearly tortures Poe (physically and psychologically) to death in order to find out where Rey/Luke are. While Poe is unconscious, Kylo searches through the pilot's mind in order to find the information he needs. However, instead he's greeted by memories of his childhood with Poe before The First Order was formed.
When they were kids, Poe was like a big brother to Ben, although the future Sith would never admit it. Poe would always support and encourage Ben, giving him a sense of accomplishment, hope, and love. Even after he pledged himself to The Dark side, Ben's never forgotten the unconditional kindness Poe showered him with when they were little. Back in the present, as he's staring at a barely alive Poe, memories of their childhood come in flashes, confusing Kylo. He whispers an (honest) apology to his unconscious friend, knowing that Poe probably couldn’t hear him, before leaving his "friend" for dead.

Later, as Finn and BB8 - who have rescued their friend- sit beside a comatose Poe in medbay, Kylo sits alone and tries to force himself to suppress any sympathetic feelings he's had towards Poe. Ultimately, he continues to fail.

SA

General Organs. /facepalm/

Kylo grinding on Poe and making him fuck his ass while Poe is strapped in and unable to move. Post-IX with aftercare.

When Luke finally rejoins society, our young heroes discover that General Organa isn't the only one whose relationship fell apart after Ben's betrayal. Luke and Lando Calrissian also had a wartime wedding and were pretty happy up until Luke disappeared and made it clear he wasn't looking to be found. Their reunion is... a little awkward.

Bonus points if Luke assumed Lando had divorced him in the interim, but he didn't, and they're still legally married.

Hnnngh broadcasted torture / rape is a link of mine apparently. I'll go hide in a corner now.

+1

This next section is basically the opening of the movie and the torture scene with Poe and Kylo. So, TW torture.

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The mission was supposed to be simple. Meet with the contact, Lor San Tekka, retrieve the map, and get back to D’Qar as soon as possible.

Somehow, the First Order had found out about the meeting. Maybe they’d had spies on the ground. Maybe Kylo Ren’s dark Jedi senses started tingling, or Poe had messed up somehow, given himself away. Whatever the case, a deadly-looking fleet of ships had touched down very near—too near—Lor San Tekka’s hut and white-clad stormtroopers piled out with blasters drawn.

Poe managed to leave the map with his astromech, BB-8, and instruct it to get as far away from Tuanul as possible. The droid hadn’t wanted to leave him behind, but Poe was its master; it had no choice but to follow his commands.

After it was gone, Poe grabbed a blaster of his own out of his cockpit and went to work.

He took out one stormtrooper with a perfect killshot to the neck, and moved on to the next one and then the next one. Their white plastoid armor gleamed under the searchlights of their massive black ships, made them very inviting targets.

One of the ’troopers broke away from the remainders of his unit to kneel beside a fallen comrade and Poe smiled grimly to himself, raised his blaster and tightened his finger on the trigger.

Stupid, he thought, separating from the pack like that.

He started to press his finger down.

Something stopped him.

A large ship, larger than any of the others that had descended on the village of Tuanul, lowered itself from the clouds.

Poe lowered his blaster and watched, as if paralyzed, as a ramp descended.

The man who emerged from the bowels of that bird of war was unlike any Poe had seen before, miles tall and clad from head to toe in black. His long cape whipped around him like wings.

Poe had heard of Darth Vader in the stories his mama used to tell him as a boy; this man was no Vader.

Poe kept himself hidden and did nothing but watch.

Everything unfolded as if in a dream. Kylo Ren’s grotesque red lightsaber slashed through the heavy night air—thick with smoke and the cries of the dying—and cut down Lor San Tekka with a single stroke.

Poe leapt out of his hiding space without thinking, raised his blaster and pressed on the trigger. A bright blue bolt streaked out and—suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air. When Poe tried to fire another shot, he realized he couldn’t move a single muscle. Kylo Ren had frozen Poe and his blaster bolt with his outstretched hand.

Two stormtroopers ran up to Poe and grabbed him, slugged him in the stomach for the fun of it before twisting his arms behind his back and frogmarching him to a waiting Kylo Ren. One of them shoved him onto his knees and Kylo Ren crouched down in front of him.

Poe made some smart remarks—maybe Kylo Ren would be feeling merciful and kill him on the spot, Poe had heard the stories about what he did to his prisoners—but no such luck. After a quick pat-down, Poe was marched onto that ugly black bird with blaster barrels pressing into his back.

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Poe came to in an empty black cell. What little light there was made his head throb, then he recalled the hours of torture Kylo Ren had already put him through. The beatings. The threats. He felt something warm and sticky on the side of his face and knew it was his own blood. When he looked down at his left hand, he saw that one of the fingers was blue and swollen and bent in places no fingers should bend. Flying would be difficult.

The only decor was a metal rack of some sort—which Poe was currently strapped down to.

The only other occupant was Kylo Ren.

“I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on board.” Kylo Ren sounded almost amused. “Comfortable?”

Poe lifted his head, ignored the nerve-shattering pain that vibrated from the wound on his skull and down his neck. Met Kylo Ren’s gaze—in a manner of speaking. Poe couldn’t tell if he was looking back through that impassive black mask or not. He didn’t like that he couldn’t see the man’s face.

“Not really.”

“I’m impressed.” Kylo Ren stalked closer, and Poe could see his gloved hands curling into fists at his sides. Poe’s stomach dropped. “No one has been able to get out of you what you did with the map.”

Poe tipped his chin up and spoke with a bravado he didn’t feel. “You might wanna rethink your technique.”

Kylo Ren lifted his arm and opened his fist, reached out to Poe with crooked fingers. Razor-point talons dug into Poe’s brain, tearing at memories and tossing them aside like trash. Poe threw himself back against the rack, tried to get away from the searching, grasping, invading claws, but he was trapped.

Then there were brief flashes, images. Mama in her orange flightsuit, a white helmet tucked under her arm. Papa in the yard, tending to Luke Skywalker’s tree. A memory of Mama’s pale face and cold, limp hands being turned over and examined before being carelessly tossed aside. A funeral pyre. A dark-eyed prince locked away in a shining durasteel tower. A stormtrooper with a bloody handprint on his pristine white mask.

Invisible hands grabbed Poe round the neck and threw him against the rack. Pain cut through the back of his skull now and he closed his eyes against it, as if that would ward it off. It didn’t help.

Get out, get out, get out, he told the claws tearing and slashing through his mind. Get out, get out, get out.

He could feel his strength ebbing, and with it his resistance. Kylo Ren’s claws were digging closer and closer to the truth.

“Where is it?”

Poe summoned the last of his strength. “The Resistance will not be intimidated by you.”

Kylo Ren moved closer until Poe could feel the heat of his gloved hand against his sweat-damp, blood-slick forehead.

The tenuous thread that had been holding Poe together finally snapped.

Poe screamed.

TW... uh, Poe being resigned to his death?

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Poe came back to himself slowly, by degrees. First his vision—blurry, faint—returned, the amorphous blob next to his side resolving itself into the shape of a stormtrooper. Then the sharp, cacophonous sounds and noxious smells of his prison cell assaulted him and Poe tried his level best not to retch. If he threw up he would probably just end up covered in it, and he did not want to be snuffed out of existence with puke on his clothing, thank you very much.

He tugged halfheartedly at the shackles around his wrists and ankles, but they didn’t so much as give. He hadn’t been expecting them to, but it was a nice thought.

Poe sighed and let his eyes shut. The light was too bright, anyway. And it wasn't like he was going anywhere.

The Resistance would not be coming for him. He was a dead man. They’d put his name on a plaque somewhere on D’Qar. Maybe they’d inscribe his name next to his mother’s. Poe smiled to himself; he would like that.

The door to his cell opened and Poe cracked one eye open, half-expecting Kylo Ren. Maybe he’d come to finish him off.

A stormtrooper marched in and turned to the one who’d been instructed to guard Poe.

“Ren wants the prisoner.”

The ’trooper that had been guarding him just shrugged and released the shackles around Poe’s wrists and ankles. Poe glanced up at the other ’trooper and tried–so hard—not to hope. It sat there in his chest, though, like a glowing ember.

After Poe was certain he could walk without assistance, the stormtrooper jabbed a blaster barrel into his chest, grabbed him, and bound his arms. Poe’s stomach sunk again.

Then they were off.

Kylo Ren had gotten the information he wanted. The only reason he’d want him now was either to show off his torture techniques to others or to execute him. Poe honestly wasn’t sure which option he preferred at this point. He didn’t want to die, but death might be merciful.

If it was a quick one.

They rounded a corner and suddenly Poe found himself being shoved into another cell.

“Turn here.”

Poe jumped back, holding up his bound hands in defense, as if that would protect him from a stormtrooper with a blaster intent to do him harm.

“Listen carefully. You do exactly as I say, I can get you out of here.”

Poe shook his head and just stared, uncomprehending. His brain was still foggy, still aching and sore. Out of where?

“What?”

The ’trooper reached up and lifted off his white helmet. His eyes were as wide as the moons of Yavin Prime and his face shone with sweat. Poe realized this young stormtrooper—this young man was as terrified as Poe was.

(He was also beautiful, the most beautiful sight Poe had ever seen, but he shoved those thoughts into a lockbox at the back of his mind, the one place in his mind Kylo Ren hadn’t managed to violate.)

“This is a rescue. I’m helping you escape—”

There was a strange electric sensation—both light and heavy at the same time—that ran through Poe, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

A tattered memory fluttered to the forefront of his tender, aching mind: Poe and Mama curled up in bed together. Mama stroking his hair. The two of them laughing and chanting the lines of an old fairytale together. Mama lacing their fingers together.

“This is a rescue. I’m helping you escape.”

Poe’s entire world tilted on its axis.

He was the captive prince. This stormtrooper was—

This stormtrooper was still talking. “Can you fly a TIE Fighter?”

Okay, I think that's it for now.

Consider all of this a loooot of set-up for the ~meat~ of the prompt: Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions! :D

(After this part, I'll probably skim over Takodana, their reunion, and Starkiller Base, and go post-canon.)

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Poe and the stormtrooper—no—Finn were shot down over the dustball of Jakku, the thrill of victory, escape cruelly short-lived. Turned out Poe probably was going to die today after all, just not on the Finalizer in a military execution like he’d thought.

Poe shoved his sorrow and despair into the lockbox in his mind too, along with those inappropriate thoughts about his rescuer. All those thoughts could wait for now. He couldn’t do much about the warrior’s code while plummeting to his death, anyway.

As they spiraled back to Jakku’s dusty surface, Poe unstrapped himself from his seat.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Finn yelled at him, twisting around to get a good look at him. “I didn’t bust you out just so you could—”

“Shut up and let me do this.” Poe inched his way over to Finn on unsteady legs and crouched down until they were at eye level.

Finn looked down at Poe warily, fingers digging into the arms of his seat. He looked like he had something he wanted to say, but he held his tongue. The TIE Fighter lurched violently, throwing Poe into a switchboard. He pulled himself up and crawled back over to Finn. If he didn’t do this, he would never be able to live with himself—provided that he survived the crash.

Poe leaned in—felt Finn stiffen as he did—and looped his arms around the kid’s neck, feeling for the straps on the co-pilot’s seat.

“What are you doing?” Finn bit out between gritted teeth.

“There’s a button on the armrest,” Poe said, pulling the straps over Finn’s shoulders, ignoring the question. He was minutely proud of himself for how calm and collected he sounded. “We don’t have much time.”

Poe buckled the straps across Finn’s chest and snapped them against the shiny white armor.

He let himself think about enemy warriors and brave princes and durasteel towers. He thought about wicked fish with sharp teeth and dragons that breathed fire and cut through the air with jagged claws.

“The ejector button is over here.” Poe gently took Finn’s hand and moved it to the other armrest, over the button in question. “You should survive the crash.”

“What about you?” Finn asked. His voice shook and his gloved hands trembled on the armrests. Poe couldn’t tell if he was nervous or if it was just the TIE Fighter hurtling to certain doom that was doing it.

Poe sat back on his heels. “I’ve survived worse than this, kid. Don’t worry about me.” He pushed himself to his feet and patted Finn on the cheek. “If I survive this one, I’ll find you.”

Finn swallowed and nodded, and Poe dragged himself back into his seat.

“We’re about to reenter Jakku’s atmosphere,” Poe said, buckling himself back in. He closed his eyes and sat back. The padded headrest soothed his throbbing skull. “Prepare for—”

Fucking Kylo against the wall wearing full regalia. Ritual? After battle we're alive sex? Anything goes as long as they don't remove their masks and gear.

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