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PSL || poe/odin

WAY TO REJECT ME YOU FLIGHTY AIRBORN PIECE OF SHIT! WAY TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR ME AND MY HEART, FOREVER AND EVER, ALWAYS UNTIL FOREVER

HEY YO YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE A LIST SO GUESS WHAT!!!!!! IT'S TIME FOR US TO GET FUNKY AS FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK

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TO DO LIST:
1. SEXTING FROM BOOT CAMP ringverse AU
2. prince/concubine AU - owain's the prince, poe's a concubine to the king, paranoia and political assassination ensues, etc etc etc etc etc
3. vampire hooker AU?? owain gonna get his gothic goth goth dick wet in that spooky vampire butt
4. HAHA BOOM WE'RE DOING IT I LINKED THE POST DOWN THERE
5. enemies of war AU - owain's a good guy on the bad guy side who almost loses his life trying to save poe even though he's an enemy soldier, poes like What, Shit, Damn, gay shit ensues
6. HNENENGH
7. ANGELS AND DEMONSSSSSSsss
8. 20s AU///?? YES. YES ALRIGHT
9. WW1 AU WHATS Up
10. ?? there was something that was supposed to go here from the kink meme
11. samurai champloo AU what up. chon'sin. Shit
12. bBODYSWAPPpappapp

long-term AU posts:

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[He didn't reply right away, just picturing what Odin was describing.]

... Maybe I'll get a chance to meet them.

[Just a low, murmured, thought.]

Though I think your mom might break me over her knee, first.

I'd love that? I'd love that. I'd genuinely love that more than I can put into words. You meeting them.

[ He plays with Lissa's ring a little more, catching the light on it. He hesitates before replying to that last comment. ]

She only does that to people who deserve it. She's more likely to hug you until you can't breathe.

I don't know, I would probably deserve it.

[Something lumped in his throat, causing his heart to stall, but-- a switch had been flipped and it was impossible to ignore it.]

I haven't exactly-- been great to you, Owain.

[ His heart hammers faster, if that was possible. His whole body is tense, all of a sudden, his flight or fight instincts kicking in like he's in a war again.

Fuck. ]

You've-- been amazing. To me. Just by letting me stay around. I think. Not many people would.

[He lets out a breath which makes clear just how much he disagreed with that. But that lump is still in his chest and his mom's ring seems to be growing heavier by the second and abruptly he sits up, twisting around so he can look down at Odin properly.

He was, at heart, a man of instinct and action. It was hard to ignore the overwhelming need in his chest. Should he have thought about this for more than ten seconds, actually thought about it, but he and thinking were sometimes not the best at working with each other. So instead the sudden flare of bravery went undeterred.]

No, Owain. I haven't been amazing and I have just - let you-

[There's a second's pause there before he forges ahead.]

I should have told you in the beginning - how much I wanted this. Instead of-- pretending like I didn't.

[He pauses, but not long enough for Odin to interrupt him.]

Instead of just doing it and pretending I wasn't. But--

I don't- really want to pretend anymore.

[ There's fear, in his eyes, when Poe pushes ahead with this. They don't talk, it's not what they do - he's scared of what this could lead up to, that Poe's going to tell him he doesn't want this anymore, and he already feels his heart breaking.

But then it doesn't.

He grips Lissa's ring tight enough for his knuckles to turn white, and he-- struggles, for a moment. He's scared, still, even as he examines and re-examines what Poe just said to him from every angle. When he speaks, it's hopeful and steady but so so quiet. ]

I... uh. Poe -

[ deep breath. ]

Poe... you know how much you mean to me. How much you've - always meant to me. If you're telling me-- there's a part of you, some kind of part, however small-- that might feel he same way as I do, I...

I'm-- not going to be able to take it. If you're screwing with me. So.

I was hung up on someone who was never going to love me back. [The words are quiet, and they should have been more painful to say than they were. Instead he felt... relieved. Unburdened.

That was what convinced him he was doing the right thing. As if he was finally freeing himself from a trap he had created all on his own.]

You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve someone - torn- so I-- [Force. The more he spoke the more of a massive fucking idiot he realised he'd been and the more sure his voice sounded.]

I tried to set a line. Tried to save you, from me, but I--

I keep falling back into you, Owain. So I don't really understand what I thought I would achieve.

S... stop. Stop.

[ Fuck, fuck, fuck. Owain has his hand over his heart as it pounds so loudly against his chest that he fears it's going to burst out of him. He tries to take a few deep breaths to calm down, but every part of him feels stretched to breaking point and nothing he says to himself works.

He swallows, nervously, and runs his finger along the inscription his dad left his mom on her ring. It helps. ]

Your - loyalty. And your kindness, and your selflessness, and-- and how deeply you care-- about me, and about everyone you love. Those are all... reasons that I love you. If you were... "torn", that-- that...

Look. I just. I never... wanted to be saved from you. I just wanted you. You know? Every part of you. Every perfect, beautiful part of you.

[ he holds onto that sureness in Poe's voice like a lifeline, needing Poe to be certain so he can get through this. ]

I still do. I still just want you. I'm-- always. Going to be here. If you think we can be something.

I know you did. That's why it... Didn't feel right, if there was a part of me that wasn't there.

[He's still speaking quietly, and he pauses for a minute, fingers aimlessly raising to push the ring at his throat across his skin.]

But I think... I think I'm here now. All of me. [He forced himself to meet Owain's eyes, then, and he felt - calm. He wasn't worried, or nervous, or anxious. He thought he should have been, but instead it felt more like gently letting go. So he met Owain's eyes and he smiled and there was a sadness to it - for time lost, maybe - but it was far more overwhelmed by something that looked a hell of a lot like love.]

I think I've been all in for a while now and just... Didn't realise.

So, yeah.

I don't think we could be something, Owain. I think we probably already are.

[ His heart is still convulsing in his chest, seizing up so often Odin wonders if he could actually fucking die from this. He's on his knees, sitting up, staring at Poe and listening to every word like they're the most crucial, defining things he'll ever hear. He tries to interrupt, a couple of times - but he can't, in the end. He just listens.

And he knows, of course he knows, that a moment like this is huge and deserves one of the stupid overdramatic speeches he's known for, but-- but--

He slams his hands down on Poe's shoulders, staring at him, sweaty and disheveled, his hair a mess, his cheeks a bright pink that spreads up to the tips of his ears and his mouth hanging open like a dog's. He tries to find the words he wants to say, but he ends up just-- just-- ]

What?! What! What. What?? What?? What. What! What! What! What?! Poe. Poe?! Poe!! POE!! POE. POE. Can-- what! Can we-- what?! What can-- what can!! What?!?! Can?!?! We!! Poe!!!

What--

What are we? Then. The--

The something. The something? Can-- you probably. Don't. Names. Labels. Like them. Probably. But what-- can--

You like me. Right? You like me. A lot. Me too? At you. Is that-- is that what we're--

[ Wait, fuck, he's crying. God damn it, why does he always cry? They're happy tears, but they're tears and he hates it, angrily scrubbing them away and shouting loudly to chase them off. It just makes him look even messier. ]

What--

Something. I think. That. I want that. I want-- something. Us.

Hey.

[It was a soft sound, a single word in response to the flood from Odin's lips, and Poe reaches out to touch the side of the man's face, his thumb brushing at a tear.]

[Every single word fro Odin's lips just causes Poe's smile to spread even more. But compared to Odin's energy, he was an anchor in the storm.]

... One step at a time, alright?

[The smile was so wide and fond it make his heart nearly break with something like happiness .]

I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me, Owain Dark.

Right. God. Smart. I almost gave you my mom's ring. Already. Even though that's-- later. Gonna happen. Later. Not now.

[ He's babbling, completely unaware of what he's saying. He leans in to kiss Poe, but he changes direction and just buries his head between Poe's neck and shoulder instead. He brings his arms around Poe's back and his hands are shaking when he digs his fingertips into his spine and his shoulderblade, like he's scared if he lets Poe go now, he'll never get him back. He stays like that, for a second, everything drowning in his ears under his own pulse. It's only when he's a little calmer that he eases back and gently, gently places a kiss on the corner of Poe's lips, like he's-- scared to make it direct, somehow, even though they've been kissing during their hook ups ever since they started up again. ]

I'm-- [ He wants to say i love you, but it's too early, even though he-- wants it. He fucking... he really-- really, really wants it. He really-- really, really, really-- ]

Can-- can I say something? You don't have to say it back. I just-- want to say it. Can I say it?

[Its pretty dumb, to feel so happy about something that had kind of already been there, but he was coming to realise that may have been more one-sided on his part than he thought.

He runs fingers through Odin hair and just gazes at him like he's the most precious fucking thing to him in this galaxy or the next.]

You can, if you want. But-- I already know.

[ Odin nods, over and over and over again, shuffling forward on his knees until he's even closer to Poe. He takes his breath and shuts his eyes, like he's expecting to get fucking shot for this, and he holds his arms around Poe's waist, beaming into the touch of fingers in his hair. ]

Just-- that like-- like,

Like, I love you or whatever or something.

[ Smooth. ]

Yeah, definitely not obvious at all.

[His tone is teasing, his heart feels too big for his chest, and he can't stop smiling.

He is, he realises, kind of an idiot.

He can't seem to remember why he had run so hard from this in the first place. Even with Finn having been a possibility, it just seemed - pretty silly, now. To give something like this up. He just keeps messing with Odin's hair, almost as a distraction.]

Guess I'll just have to learn to live with it. [He's still grinning, stupidly, and since Owain seems incapable of giving a proper kiss, he leans forward to take one.]

[ He's got too much energy to be able to just sit there and let this happen, but at the same time, he feels frozen in place. He balls his hands up and rests them on his knees, digging his fists into his skin while so much of him quivers. He nods, a lot, as he always does when he's overcome with emotion and choking on the thousands of words he has to say, and-- and he thinks of his mom, and how happy she would be, if she knew this had finally fucking worked out for him.

When Poe kisses him, Owain tries hard to match the calm, firm pressure of the lips on his, but he keeps smiling and making any real kissing possible. It ends up being a series of joyful little pecks broken up by nervous giggling and flushed excitement, with the occasional "augh!" from Owain when he slaps at his cheeks to try to wipe the stupid grin off his face and treat this moment with the seriousness it deserves. It doesn't work.

He ends up just kinda crawling into Poe's lap and locking his legs around his hips, holding his hands to Poe's cheek. ]

Just-- god. Augh. Stay still. I'm gonna do this! I'm gonna kiss you and it won't be stupid.

[ he takes a deep breath. he closes distance between them, and this time the kiss is soft and gentle and meaningful, wih Owain holding his breath the whole time and putting so, so much work into staying calm. ]

[Poe's not making the kissing any easier, since he keeps laughing, the happiness bubbling up to poor out of him against his will.

He pulls Odin further into his lap, locking his arms around the man's waist.]

I'll believe it when I see it. [The teasing is incredibly fond.

When Odin finally kisses him properly, time slows to a crawl. It doesn't make sense - they'd been kissing mere minutes ago - but now Poe's heart was slamming so hard and fast that he was sure Odin could hear it.

It was strange. It wasn't like he hadn't known that Odin loved him. Even without directly saying so, Poe could read it from a hundred miles away. But something about hearing it, confirming it - it just made his chest burn so brightly he couldn't stop it.

He couldn't let Odin miss out on the feeling.

He'd never been good at time anyway. He fell hard and fast for Finn, and even though that had ebbed almost fully into something platonic, Odin... Owain was something completely fucking different. So he let out a low moan and pulled back just enough to murmur against Odin's lips.]

If it's not obvious yet, Owain-

Pretty sure I'm in love with you, too.

[ The teasing only makes it worse for Owain, because he laughs as clear as a bell at the sound of it, already ruining the kiss he was trying so hard to make perfect. But he gets back into it, warm and opening up every part of him to Poe, his hands anchored around him to hold himself steady.

But then Poe says those words, and-- it's cliche, at this point, the prickling in his eyes that threatens to overtake him every time he's this happy, but fuck, he can't help it. This is just what Poe does to him, what he's always done to him - flood him with so much emotion from every direction that he can't take it and it all tumbles out of him in these stupid, embarrassing little ways. When he laughs again, it's watery and broken under the tears he's quickly mopping up, and he gives up on trying to kiss him properly. Fuck. ]

Say--

[ He wipes his eyes again, and he stares at Poe with an almost furious determination, his nose red and everything about him just - bright. ]

Say it again. Please. If you want. Please.

[It is, in short, incredibly endearing.

Everything about Owain always has been, on some level, which is why Poe took to him so quickly. It wasn't what made him fall for him - that was a darker thread, tied to war and loss and grief - but it still made his heart glow.

He grasped Owain's face with both hands, gentle but firm, and pulled him down a little - but instead of going for a kiss, Poe's lips pressed against the edge of Owain's eyes, banishing any remaining tears.]

I love you, Owain.

[He pulled back far enough to be able to read Owain's face, his own smile painfully wide.]

Sorry it took so long to figure that out.

[ He shakes his head, this time, fast enough to make himself dizzy as everything swims. He still just wants to touch Poe, to hold him, to feel his warmth bleed into him and to hear his heartbeat inches away from his own, so when Poe pulls back, even just far enough to look at him, it doesn't last long before Owain's leaning further in and nestling into him again.

It's hard to understand him, with his mouth buried against Poe's shoulder, but he doesn't give a shit. He just wants a hug. ]

No. No. It's-- fine? It's fine. I don't care. I didn't think I'd ever-- I didn't think this would ever happen. And it-- is. So. It's. Fine.

[ Owain puts his entire weight on Poe to drag him down onto the matress, and when they're laying down, he hooks his leg around Poe's and keeps an arm around his chest. Just trying to get as much contact as he can.

He's already basically said this next part, but his thoughts are scrambled and it's hard for him to stay focused on one thing. He takes a deep breath. ]

I'm gonna--

I'm gonna give you my mom's ring. Some day. I think. If that's okay.

[He doesn't fight it, sinking into the bed quite contentedly, linking a leg around Owain's and looping an arm around his waist, pressing his face into Owain's hair and breathing in deep.

Damn, he smelled good.]

What, you proposing already? [His voice was incredibly soft and fond.]

[Owain never did anything by half measures, and Poe respected that. Loved it, even. Even when Poe had been waffling, Owain had always been all-in. It didn't even feel weird, to have him say something like that. It just... felt like Owain. So he just squeezed a little tighter and chuckled into his hair.]

You gotta wait at least long enough for me to get my mom's resized, alright?

[ Odin laughs, just as soft and just as fond, but he doesn't answer right away. Just lets the joke hang in the air for a minute as he feels every part of him relax into Poe's hug. ]

I am literally proposing, yeah. Or - proposing a proposal? Proposing a proposal, I guess. Like - like I'm saying that one day I'll...

[ He trails off and angles himself to look into Poe's eyes. His own are wide an a little nervous, but - excited? Excited. ]

Th--

That-- okay. I mean-- yeah. But-- but I'm not taking that as a joke. That wasn't-- I'm deciding that that shit you just said just now wasn't a joke! Okay?! You're getting your mom's resized, you piece of shit! [ He puts his hands on Poe's neck and kisses him on the forehead. ] That--

I'm not even fucking around anymore. I'm proposing. Properly. You don't have to answer? Because this is a really stupid way to propose? You haven't even said you're my boyfriend and I'm already quietly collapsing in on myself at the thought of being your husband or-- listen. Listen.

Listen.

Poe Dameron - [ He scoots down a little more so they're perfectly eye level, but keeps himself held tight against him - ]

Will you maybe consider totally taking my mom's ring when I resize it and then also wear it and then also do the same with your mom's ring for me so that I can also wear it and then maybe also consider this stupid thing I'm saying right now as a nebulous and innocuous proposal that isn't necessarily making you commit to anything that might make you uncomfortable while we're this early in our relationship (if what we have between us right now is a relationship) but is nevertheless committing yourself to the role of being a person that I love and I guess vice versa at the same time, also?

[Odin was very close, at this range, but Poe didn't seem to mind. The fond, amused smile was impossible to contain, his eyes crinkling with it.]

You have absolutely no idea how to do anything by half measures, do you?

[The fondness - no, the love in that statement was all too easy to read. It coated every word: full, and round, and warm.

He raised a hand to Owain's cheek, the pad of his thumb running over his skin, scanning his face like he was trying to memorise it.]

Yeah, alright. [He didn't look like he was going to say anything, there was no lead up to the words. He was looking at Odin, silent (if happy) and then they just came out.]

Let's do that.

Edited 2017-12-17 00:41 (UTC)

[ He's stunned, not so much by how suddenly and easily the words seem to come, but by the fact that they came at all. He feels his heart twist in half, filled to breaking point with so much love and need that he doesn't know what to do with himself, and his eyelids are tremoring, a little, as the tears begin to come.

He nods through it all. He finds Poe's left hand, and he laces their fingers together, leaning down to press his lips to his ring finger. ]

Let's do that, then.

[ He lets go. Breathes out. Tries to stay steady, but just thinks of how badly he wants his mom to meet Poe. One day. ]

Anything you wanna do after we get married? If-- if that's-- I mean. [ He breathes out. ] I mean, just. Hypothetically. If we get married, one day. I want-- I need you to meet my family. Somehow. I'll travel through time and tide to bring you to their doorstep, if I have to. I'm not going to miss out on seeing you get your ribs crushed by my mom when she hugs you.

[Poe couldn't help it, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he leaned in, pressing his lips to the edge of Owain's eye to brush away the moisture there.]

Hey. Come back to the present for a couple minutes? I kind of want to enjoy where we are right now.

The rest will all come later, alright? Don't need to rush it.

We'll steal all the time we can.

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