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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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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