shadowglitter | 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

god i am not going to bother formatting this

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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Owain doesn't actually realize what Poe's doing, at first, and when they park next to Poe's window he's quietly complaining about how he can't reach his own window from here and that Poe flew too far away. He's standing on the edge of the carpet wondering if he can make the jump from here - of course he can, he's Owain, he can do anything -
when he turns his head and finds Poe opening his own window. Oh. Oh. His eyes widen and he falls quiet.

He heads inside, scratching at his tattoo beneath the still-slipping bandage, his ankle catching on the ledge and make him trip gracelessly over the threshold. Even if it's not unusual, exactly, it's a curveball to be here, and any surprise from Poe typically always gets his heart racing a thousand miles an hour. The tattoo alone is enough to keep him in cardiac arrest for years.

Here, in the soft light of Poe's bedroom, their date cut short by revelations that rewrite the entire playbook of their relationship, Owain is, once again, suddenly very afraid. He has no idea if-- if people can resent their soulmates, or if-- if Poe doesn't want this--

"Do--"

He takes a breath. Do this the easy way.

"Do you want to see mine?"

He doesn't reply. Or more, he doesn't reply to words - the nearly useless and indirect method of communication that they are. Instead, as soon as he's inside, as soon as he's finished rolling up the carpet and leaning it against the wall, he's turning to Owain. Gonna rip that coat off him, then the bandage, and get a good look for himse--

Okay, that was what he was going to do, until he actually saw Owain in his jacket. He blinked, then felt his cheeks warm.

"Right. Okay. Buying you one of those later," he said, half to himself and half to Owain, still completely ignoring his question as he shoved the jacket off of Owain's shoulder, pulled out the man's arm and then went straight for the bandage--

Owain's--

Proud of himself. Smug, more than anything, seeing that look on Poe's face. It's so good he almost wants to keep the jacket on, but he lets Poe strip him without resistance, and he hooks his fingers at the bottom of his tank and takes that off as well. He's-- afraid, still, on some level, but Poe wouldn't look at him like that if he was angry, he thinks.

The bandage comes off and the design is there, the hard cuts of lines that form a band around his arm before spiking up and taking flight by his shoulder. He can't see it, he hasn't seen it, but the part of the tattoo that angles off actually spreads out over his shoulder until it's going down his back at an angle--

And at his shoulderblade, it explodes. The lines cross over each other, shaped like an X wing, branching out until they form the geometric silhouette of a jungle canopy. Every part of his skin is cut with sharp black lines ahead of bursts of orange, and the rest of him is covered in stars. Stars that are spreading, even as Poe watches them, should he look at Owain's back - the sky darkening and bursting into light before his eyes, taking over Owain, crawling back up over his other shoulder and already starting to spiral down his other arm.

At the base of his neck are two rings - one, a signet ring fit for royalty, the other, heavy and thick and made for function from war. Owain nervously holds the bandage in his hands when it's off, though, ignorant of all of this. He pulls the fabric taut as he eyes Poe for his reaction.

Edited 2018-01-19 23:51 (UTC)

He didn't notice that he was holding his breath until he let it go as the thick black lines interspersed with orange were revealed. He let that breath out, satisfaction and relief flooding him instantly. He didn't need to understand what it depicted, exactly, because he could tell it was him. No one else.

He reached out to rub his thumb over it - a little too hard - as if he was trying to make sure it was real and not just drawn on him, and he started to walk around, wanting to see the whole band around the back.

His breath stopped again.

From Owain's perspective, it must have seemed very disconcerting - One moment Poe walking around him, hand still on his bicep, and then suddenly: nothing. Poe absolutely stopped dead.

A star blinked into life on Owain's hip as Poe stared at him.

"... That's--"

He reached out, fingers pressing against the base of Owain's neck, against the impossible. "... That's my mother's ring."

He was a little too overwhelmed to even start to put together the entirety of it.

His ribs are aching from the breath he's holding and the speed of his heartbeat when Poe rubs at his bicep. He says nothing, even though his feelings are mounting on top of each other, piling like snowfall. It's hitting him, in slow, great waves, that Poe's okay with this, and that they're-- they're each other's--

"What--"

He freezes, when Poe just stops, but then he's saying there's-- more-- and if he'd laughed at Poe for trying to look at his own back, that just makes him a god damn hypocrite. He tries to see beyond his shoulder, and he can't, other than the shadow of something dark, and he yells far too loudly when he realizes there's more to the tattoo than he thought. Something about a ring? He tries to see his neck, where Poe's fingers were, and-- again, he can't, obviously, but he does spin around really fast like he's chasing it until he's suddenly face to face with Poe. He yells, again, like he's surprised to find Poe so close to him. Idiot.

"What do you-- okay, hold on."

He turns again and reaches blindly back behind him to find Poe's arm, slapping his forearm when he finds it.

"Touch it again? The-- what is it? What's it-- tell me."

Normally he would laugh, at the display, but he's too stunned to do much save pull his hand back while Owain whirled around, catching him with an arm when he nearly spun into his grip. He was wide eyed, when Owain suddenly turned around, but the slap woke him out of his stupor and he shook his head.

"It's... huge, Owain, and I think it's still--"

He reached out, pressing a point on Owain's hip where another star had just appeared. His heart thumped, hard. "... It's still growing. A star. That's a brand new star, and the constellation-- That's-- That's Yavin--" It wasn't working. Every word was sticking even harder in his throat, and his eyes started burning entirely of their own volition. Man. Keep it together, Dameron. You didn't even believe in this shit fifteen minutes ago--

The size of the tattoo doesn't surprise him, really, beyond the fact that it's there and he hasn't noticed. Yavin - Poe's home - that doesn't surprise him, either. It's a little embarrassing, to have something so sprawling and constant overtaking him right in front of Poe's eyes, but more than anything, the bandage he'd covered his sleeve with feels awfully small, all of a sudden, and he balls it into his fist.

"Of course it's huge," he says, a light-hearted snap, impatient without cause. "I mean, I'm in l-- wait, it's still growing? Like, you can see that happen? Right now?"

He tries, again, to look over his shoulder, only to groan in frustration and throw his hands up in the air. He gets annoyed enough to fold his arms over his chest, too much energy and too many feelings flowing out of him in every fucking direction because he has no idea what to do with them.

WHY DID THEY HAVE TO BE ON THEIR FUCKING BACKS.

Edited 2018-01-20 02:30 (UTC)

"Yeah. Right now."

He tried clearing his throat, but the lump was still there, his eyes stinging a bit. He scrubbed quickly at his eyes before Odin could see it, and then tentatively reached out - fingers tracing out the lines from Owain's shoulder - the sharp shape of the X-Wing, the geometric pattern of the trees on Yavin--

He swallowed again, tracing the trail of stars.

"... Shit."

Then, quieter:

"... I didn't think it was real."

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