#captain han and child reader

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My prompts for The Silent Sea were too long to put all together in one post so I’ll just post them separately but the Gong Yoo obsession is still going strong lol. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by this at all and I’d love to read it! 💙🌑

You’re another clone of a female child. Besides Luna 073, you’re the only other successful clone. You were cloned from another girl who was admitted at the same hospital where Ha-jin is, so that the researchers could have another set of genetics from a different pool to expand and further their research. You and Ha-jin became best friends as your rooms were right next to each other and you were able to get out of bed with or without the assistance of nurses to visit her every day. You drew pictures together, talked together, played games together. You met Ha-jin’s father, Yun-jae, when he came to visit. He got to know you too. Though your parent(s) visited you, you began to see Yun-jae as another parental figure and Ha-jin as a sister because you were an only child. He didn’t mind. He was glad his daughter had someone around her age to keep her company so she wouldn’t be lonely whenever he had to work.

But then the original version of you died in the hospital and Ha-jin was so devastated she was nearly inconsolable. As were your parent(s) and Yun-jae himself. He grew to love you like family in the short time he knew you. But before you died, your parent(s) secretly sold your genetic material to be used in the Balhae cloning experiments five years ago. They’d get a higher water ranking in exchange for their generous donation and keeping quiet.

While you had a real name, the clone version of you was given a nickname by the scientists who created you - something like Star, Aurora, Celeste, etc. followed by a number. After everyone became infected by the lunar water and succumbed to internal drowning, you and Luna were the only survivors and left all alone. You had no choice but to stick together to survive and cope with the loneliness. You were all each other had, and you quickly became like friends or sisters. For five years, you and Luna survived together, played together, drew pictures together, etc. while your hair grew longer and longer. Neither of you spoke much, if at all. Luna can’t understand much Korean, only bits and pieces that she’s heard the scientists use. You, on the other hand, can understand much more than she can because, unlike her, the original version of you wasn’t grown in a lab. The original version of you was born and received proper socialization and education before you were hospitalized. You were taught how to read, write, and talk.

For five years, you and Luna were all alone. You’re all alone…until you aren’t. Captain Han and his crew come to Balhae Station to retrieve a viable sample of lunar water and, suddenly, you and Luna are on high alert, unsure if the humans pose a threat to you or not. Your survival instincts take over and you kill a man when he tries to take a sample of the lunar water.

“Immediate cause of his death is a cervical spine fracture. He died on the spot. He has a fractured skull, right arm, ankles… His entire body is damaged. Even if he fell from the ceiling, he couldn’t have been injured this badly. It means he didn’t simply die from the fall.”

“What could they be?“

“They didn't seem human to me, sir.”

“But they took the sample. If those creatures were aware of the sample's value, then they are most likely human.”

“Then I think it looks like they’re probably intruders or something. Like that dead mercenary at the gate.”

“We'll catch them and find out.”

~

“The culprits got away through ventilation shaft INP-07. It passes through all the key facilities of this station.”

~

“Captain. Captain. I see two biosignals approaching us from the front.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, they're right ahead of us. They just passed by us. They’re moving forward, back towards us!”

~

“Captain Han, wait. There's something I'm concerned about. It's the intruders. They did not try to hurt me or you.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“It's called ‘critical distance.’ When animals find intruders, they watch them at first. Then they attack them when they come into a certain distance. That's why it's very important that you don't get too close. On top of that, they move by using the shafts, and escape because they’re always a step ahead of us. It seems like they're familiar with the internal structure of this entire place.”

“Are you suggesting they could be survivors? The government would have known if two of the crew had survived. It's been five years. It seems impossible. How could there be survivors?”

“It's not so impossible. The radiation level turned out to be completely normal. So if they rationed their food and their water, there's a chance they'd survive.”

“And tell me why haven't they informed us of any of this before? If these weren’t intruders, there'd be no reason to steal the sample. If they survived...they'd be welcoming us, not attacking.”

~

“Three died, and one of them was a spy? It’s the worst report I can imagine.”

“You’re the one who approved the co-pilot to be changed right before we departed,” Captain Han points out.

“Once the Inspection Department hears of this, they’ll conduct a thorough investigation on the reasons for the replacement. Of course, it’ll include me. Is there a possibility that other members could be in league with him?”

“It cannot be excluded.”

“What’s important is catching the intruders who took that sample.”

“Is it more important to stop the intruders than to retrieve the samples?”

“You of all people should know how valuable those samples are.”

Though it goes unspoken, Captain Han knows she’s referring to you and your death. He knows what she’s implying without saying anything. Don’t condemn your daughter to the same fate that befell her best friend. If you give up now, she will lose her legs and possibly her life. Is that what you want? He lowers his head, staring at the table as he sighs.

“I wouldn’t have started this if I’d let anyone else have it.”

“We need access to level-one areas to conduct a thorough search.”

~

Their exploration of the main database area is cut short when they hear screams and gunfire as the intruders attack. E1 is clutching the profusely bleeding stump where his hand used to be. With their guns pointed, the crew see the silhouette of not just one intruder, but two. Their faces are obscured by the dark, but they both look to be children. Little girls. They look to be the same age. Are they sisters? Or they might be twins. One child is holding a canister of lunar water and E1’s disembodied hand before dropping the latter. When Kim Sun shoots at her, she drops the canister, causing the light to go red. Both children retreat into the underbrush. But before they do, Captain Han feels eyes on him, as if one of the girls’ gaze is burning a hole in his very being. The crew try to shoot at the girls, but they can’t see much of anything, let alone their targets. When they see movement, they shoot blindly at both children, but none of their shots hit. The intruders are too fast. For a second, Captain Han see just a glimpse of the faces of the little girls. Their eyes flicker like those of a reptile with nictitating membranes. The crew’s lack of vision gives both girls the advantage they need so they can escape through the vents using their super speed and wall climbing abilities to retreat into the vents and hide elsewhere in the station. The crew have to evacuate when the lunar water from the broken canister comes in contact with E1’s blood.

~

“They ripped his arms right off. Then they crawled all over the ceiling, like a... What is this… First, some water killed people, and then a couple of monsters show up too.”

“Could either of them be the one who killed Lee Gi-su?”

“Yes. I think they were.”

“But...but why are they following us around the station? Are they trying to kill us all?”

“I think it's the lunar water.”

“Huh?”

“I think that's why they killed Gi-su, and why they attacked us. Whenever we find lunar water, they show up. Perhaps they’re after it as well.”

“Do you think...it's really possible that they’re survivors?”

“Survivors? But how can they be survivors? I don't think a couple of kids could survive five years here on their own. It was a couple of kids, right? Weren’t they?”

“They were kids. Little girls. We all saw. They were behaving like children. Children who wanted to keep what's theirs. Who didn't want it taken away. I know it sounds odd, but...children behave like that.”

“Are you saying, from their perspective, we’re the intruders?”

You and Luna are merely children, yet you can both easily rip a man in two if you so desire. You’re both prone to acting like children and are struggling to acquire more water for yourselves. Rather than being malevolent people, you’re merely trying to keep what you consider yours. Any deaths incurred by you and her are not intentional but the results of normal children’s temper tantrums who just both happen to have superhuman strength.

~

“Survivors?”

“I don’t agree with Dr. Song’s theory, but there were questionable aspects when the co-pilot was killed.”

“What do you mean, Captain Han?”

“There are no signs of radiation leaks in the station. Were you already aware of this?”

“What?”

“You seemed to be very shocked when I mentioned the spy, but you seemed indifferent when I mentioned that there could be two survivors.”

Director Choi laughs. “You’re the first person who told me that there are no signs of radiation leakage. And…it’s because you mentioned there are two people who could be alive. Although it was closed for five years. Captain Han, perhaps you’re starting to believe Dr. Song’s absurd theory.”

“If you’re hiding any information that could jeopardize my crew’s safety, the success of this operation is no longer my interest.”

Director Choi quickly turns serious. “As the chief officer of this mission, I wish for the crew’s safe return more than anybody. There’s no reason for me to hide anything from you. You must complete the mission successfully. Not only will it save your daughter, it could also save all of us.”

~

“Why can’t I go back into the data storage?”

“It’s too dangerous to go back. We don’t know what happened to the lunar water after it leaked.”

“I finally found it. I can’t give up like this.”

“It’s dangerous, and that’s it. I can’t condone more deaths.”

“There were 117 crew members here at Balhae Station. None of them survived. If we take the lunar water back now, we may end up sacrificing more.”

“It doesn’t matter what you find out. The lunar water will be taken back with those kids.”

“Then that’s all the more reason to get the data in the data storage. Now that we know the danger that lies in the lunar water, we need to investigate as much as we can. I don’t care if you don’t trust me. I’m not doing this for personal reasons only.“

“I know you’ll go even if I say no. Go with Doc Hong. You can’t go alone. If you find anything on the lunar water or either of those children, report back right away.”

~

While Kim Sun and Officer Gong are investigating the ventilation shafts, they encounter more drawings on the walls.

“Oh, shit! Those creepy drawings again. They keep showing up everywhere. These kids must like to draw. They’re real artists.”

~

With his flashlight and gun pointed forward, Captain Han investigates different ventilation shafts. He doesn’t have time to explore too long when voices of his crew come through his earpiece, informing him of their status.

“Captain. We've reached the shaft entrance on our end. The cover is still intact. I don't think she escaped through here.”

“Captain, we found a new passage from the hallway. This area of the station is not on the blueprint either. But it looks like this passage runs all the way to the dorms. We should expand our search and check out the dorms as well.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

~

“This is very odd. From the blueprint, this passageway should lead us straight to the dorms.”

“I know. But it seems more like we've just been circling the same area.”

“Exactly.”

“It's like a game of hide-and-seek for them. They know exactly where we are and always manage to avoid us.”

“They know their way around here much better than we do.”

“Did we miss a passage on the holographic map?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll check once again when we get to the command center.”

“But why are these girls... These monsters... Whatever you want to call them. Why do we have to find them? We have the sample. We should just go home.”

In the medical bay, Dr. Hong, Dr. Song, and Lieutenant Ryu are caught by surprise when the little girls stand by the glass doors, just watching. They’re both covered in blood, though one little girl is considerably more bloodied than the other. She must’ve done most of the killing.

“Captain. Captain! The girls…they’re here.”

“You have eyes on them? Dr. Hong, respond.”

“Captain Han.”

“No, stop!”

When the little girls try to enter the medical bay, Lieutenant Ryu shoots at them. But he’s no match for their superhuman speed as they sprint all over the walls. The children tackle Ryu and crouch on the table as they both stare unblinkingly at Dr. Song or, more specifically, what she’s holding in her hand. A canister of lunar water. Both girls have a look in their eyes like they want it. Captain Han, Officer Gong, and Kim Sun enter from behind, their guns drawn and pointed at the intruders. The girls’ backs are to them. Captain Han can’t see their faces as he points his gun at them. He tries to get a closer look.

“Dr. Song, step away.”

“Wait a second. Don't come any closer. Give me a second.”

Captain Han signals for Officer Gong to hold his fire. After a few seconds of tense silence that stretches on for what feels like an eternity, the children go for the capsule of lunar water. With it in hand, they turn around, only to be shot at by Lieutenant Ryu. The children and the canister are all hit in the process. When Captain Han finally sees your face clearly, words like shocked, confused, and skeptical cannot even begin to describe the plethora of emotions he’s feeling all at once when he sees not just the unknown girl that has been killing his crew, but you too. His daughter’s best friend. Your hair is longer than it was and you’re covered in blood, but it’s definitely you. Your face is pretty much the same. Your voice that he listened to on repeat when you excitedly rambled to him about imaginary nonsense that made perfect sense to your childish mind is the same as you softly speak his name when you see him for the first time.

“Mr. Han? Mr. Han, is that really you?”

You recognize him. While his crew look on in confusion, their eyes flickering between you and their Captain, Yun-jae’s hand holding his gun is shaking as he stares wide-eyed at you, his mind filled with so many questions that he wants to ask you, but can’t in that moment. And when he realizes the lunar water splashed on your skin, he instinctively wants to rush forward to save you, to protect you like a father would his daughter, despite not wearing the proper PPE. He almost forgets about how contagious lunar water is and the risk of becoming infected. He has to be stopped from approaching you by Officer Gong, who physically holds him back. He thinks you’re going to die a horrible death of drowning internally, but instead you and Luna thrash and contort on the table, breathing heavily as your wounds close. Your eyes search for his and, when you find him again, you don’t break eye contact. When Luna falls off the table, you follow her. Instead of resulting in a fatal reaction, the lunar water heals her and your wounds and allows you both to escape. Giving one last look to Captain Han, you and Luna run and retreat back into the vents while Officer Gong shoots at you. Captain Han doesn’t know what to make of the scene he just witnessed. You died. He saw your body when he and Ha-jin attended your funeral five years ago. It was one of the hardest days of their lives. So how are you here now? You were so sick when he knew you. But now you aren’t sick at all. You have superhuman abilities. Quick reflexes, speed, advanced healing as he watched your wounds close instantly. The lunar water has no negative effect on you. How? But it has to be you, he thinks to himself. You recognized him. You said his name. You can speak, which means you can answer his questions. He has to find you. But first, he has to be a Captain.

“What were you thinking?”

“What?”

“Did you think they wouldn’t attack us if you gave them the lunar water? That doing so would solve everything?”

“I didn’t. I only wanted to show them that I wasn’t going to hurt them. That I’m not trying to take the capsule from them. I thought they’d feel that too, that they would understand.”

“If you do things like that and expose yourself to danger, then you bring the whole team down with you.”

“But you saw them. You saw how their bodies reacted to the lunar water. We all witnessed it.”

“One child’s cheek was cut open. The other’s shoulder was hit. Then they just closed. And their wounds healed instantly. It was the same in both of them.”

“So how can you explain that, Dr. Song?”

“How can you explain that that child knew your name?” She answers his question with a question.

“That’s right. Captain, she knew your name. And she looked at you as if she knew you. Who is she? Do you know her?” Kim Sun asks.

His entire crew stares at him expectantly as they wait in silence for an answer.

“That child…she…at least, I think she’s…my daughter’s friend. No. She’s much more than that. When I knew her in the hospital, she was like Ha-jin’s sister in every way except blood.” Captain Han admits reluctantly, still uncertain of many things. As he says it, he toys with his bodycam, touching it with his thumb as he’s deep in thought.

“Your daughter’s friend?”

“Yes. But…she died. Ha-jin and I attended her funeral. We saw her body. This doesn’t make any sense. She…she was just a normal human girl when I knew her. She couldn’t move like that or heal like that. She died. I don’t know how she’s here. And she looks taller and older from when I last saw her. It might not be her, but something else. Something with her face and her memories.” He shakes his head, unable to continue his train of thought. “Dr. Song, do you have any idea what kind of being those kids are?”

Song theorizes that you and the girl have a condition or immunity that makes you compatible with lunar water, and that you may be the key to making lunar water safe for consumption back on Earth.

“No, I don't. But what I do know is...their bodies can definitely handle lunar water. It won’t kill them.”

“So, what were those girls? Did the lunar water change them somehow?”

“Well, it seemed like their bodies totally adapted.”

“Adapted?”

“They didn't just adapt to it. Their physical abilities, and speed of recovery showed way more than that.”

“The children may have been born with antibodies for it, or it may be a special case of genetic mutation caused by different environmental factors.”

“Whether or not that child is your daughter’s friend, Captain, what we do know is that they’re both a danger to us. We should resume the search and catch them, even if that means killing them...”

“No, we can't kill them,” Dr. Song protests.

“We need to kill them and do whatever it takes to put an end to this, so we can go home.”

“We can't do that. They may be the only key to the secret of the lunar water. They might just be the thing we need right now.”

~

“Did you find them?”

“The intruders’ whereabouts are still unknown.”

“And the samples?”

Captain Han sets the intact canister on the table for Director Choi to see. “We may lose more lives at this rate. Do we have to continue?”

“As I mentioned before, this operation will become a failure if anyone else gets the sample. I don’t care if you kill the intruders. You must catch them. They can't be allowed to go free. Also, make sure you retrieve the lunar water that was taken.”

“They were kids.”

“What?”

“The intruders seemed like little kids. They were also wearing lab coats.” He doesn’t mention that one of those kids recognized him and appeared to be his daughter’s best friend from the hospital. He doesn’t trust Director Choi with that information. That is - if she doesn’t know it already.

“So what?”

“Is there any possibility that they’re survivors?”

“Stop trying to make things more complicated than they should be. That’s not what's important. Why do the kids’ identities matter? It won’t change your mission.”

“We'll bait them and capture them. Show me the map of the ventilation shafts. INP-07. INP-07 leads to many places. If we lure them with this lunar water capsule and block off this intersection here... The one I've just showed you… They’ll have to come out of the vent in the hallway of the machine room. Then we'll shut both ends of the hallway.”

“Like a dog hunt. So what we wanna do is chase them down and trap them. But the problem is, a wild dog can be extremely vicious and easily rip a person to pieces. And there’s two of them.”

“That is true. Even if we get lucky enough and manage to trap them in the hallway, it's still going to be too dangerous to subdue them and catch them alive.”

“So that's why we need myself and Dr. Song.”

~

“Hey, Captain. We shouldn't use guns. It's important that we don't provoke them until you and I calm them down.”

“That's my decision to make. Even within the SAA, some people were against moving the lunar water to Earth.”

“If we carry something back without confirming its safety, it could pose a danger for everyone.”

“But Director Choi or other higher-ups probably thought it’s more important not to let anyone else get their hands on the lunar water.”

“Knowing everyone in this station was killed by that very lunar water?”

“There are enough reasons to take this risk. I don’t care about the unknown child as much as my daughter’s friend. I have questions, and she might have the answers.”

“I think…my sister deleted all the research data. Perhaps they hoped no one would find out about the lunar water.”

“Then why do you think she left you those messages? In the end, she probably thought someone had to do this. Wouldn’t that be why she called you here?”

“I’m not sure. Once I find out the entire truth, what am I really supposed to do? I have no idea.”

He feels the same way.

~

The crew sets a trap for you and Luna. You and she are lured as planned, with Captain Han and Dr. Song acting as bait. When Captain Han presses the button to shut the gate, you try to pull Luna with you while making a run for it, but neither of you are fast enough to slide under the door and make it before it shuts completely. Your leg or long hair gets caught under the door and, when you try to pull it free, it only causes you immense pain as you nearly rip your hair from your scalp or cut your leg deeper and deeper while Luna’s leg gets trapped under the gate. You both try to free yourselves, but it only makes it worse as you only hurt yourselves more and more as you struggle. You look up at Captain Han, your eyes scared and filled with tears as you call him, calling him Dad like you used to do and plead for his help. His resolve wavers as he sees you not as a murderous mutant that poses a threat, but as the child you are. You remind him so much of his daughter, Ha-jin, in many ways. He approaches you slowly, his gun still pointed at Luna but not you.

Dr. Song comes to your and Luna’s side to help. “No, wait. No, wait. Stop moving. You'll get hurt.”

When Captain Han kneels down to your level and tries to free your hair or leg, it hurts so much that, when he leans in, you grip onto his spacesuit so tightly that he can’t get away from you and bite his neck. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood and make him drop his gun from the shock of your attack. Because of his spacesuit, it’s the only part of him you can reach. At the same time, Luna bites Dr. Song’s hand. That’s when they notice the names tattooed on your and Luna’s necks, followed by numbers.

“Luna? Luna 073?”

You and Luna both cry as you struggle. With no other choice, Captain Han pushes you away and grabs his gun. He slowly approaches you again as if you’re a spooked wild animal, comforting you and hushing you as you continue crying. Once he gets close enough, he pets your hair. While you’re distracted by his hand movements that seem to calm you down, he shoots both you and Luna with tranquilizer darts.

“This is the best that we can do for them.”

Dr. Song opens the gate, freeing you both. While she checks on Luna, Captain Han checks on you. He keeps holding you in his arms even after your grip on him finally relaxes when you fall asleep.

“I'll get them ready to be transported,” Officer Gong says, ready to handcuff you both.

Captain Han stops him. “They need treatment first.”

While Dr. Song carries Luna, he lifts you bridal style into his arms and carries you.

“Are we handing them over to backup as soon as they get here? They will take them to Earth, won't they? Do you know what will happen to them when they get there, and where they’ll go?”

He looks at your face as you sleep. He doesn’t have time to answer before the lights suddenly go red as the gate closure commences, and you immediately wake up and push him away from you, rolling out of his arms, while Alina does the same to Dr. Song. You and Luna split up and run, retreating into the vents. While Dr. Song chases after Luna, Captain Han chases after you. He has to crawl through vents to follow you. While Luna leads Dr. Song to her sister’s old room, you lead Captain Han to your room that once belonged to another researcher.

“Where did you go? Were you...waiting for me?”

When he enters your room, he sees your drawings scattered around. You’re sitting on your messy bed. The more he looks at you and your room, the more he sees you for the scared and lonely child you are. Upon closer inspection, he notices that, like Luna, you have gills and scales that enable you to thrive in lunar water, though they’re not as prominent or noticeable as hers. They can easily be covered with makeup or something like a scarf or thick ribbon choker. You’re crying, your head in your hands.

He approaches, lightly touching your shoulder. “Hey there. It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who bit my neck like a little vampire.” He tries to joke with you like he used to do back on Earth to lighten the mood and get you to cheer up and warm up to him.

“Hmph. Maybe I did.”

“You…you can talk?”

“Of course I can. I can read and write too.”

“Did the researchers here teach you how to do that?”

“No, silly! I learned in school before I was hospitalized. You know that.”

“Wait, so you… You really recognize me?”

Your eyes light up in happiness and excitement. “Of course I do, silly! You’re Han Yun-jae, Ha-jin’s dad. Ha-jin’s my friend. We met at the hospital. I got to know you whenever you visited. You look older, though.”

“Well, it has been five years. You look older too. You’ve gotten taller and your hair has gotten longer.”

You fidget with the bloodied clothes you’re wearing and play with and twirl your hair. You blow air out of your mouth to get your bangs out of your face. “Ugh, I know. Don’t remind me. I felt disgusting when I had to steal scrubs off of some of the bodies because the unworn ones in the lockers were too short and my legs kept growing. And I can’t find anything sharp enough to cut my hair with. Everything that’s supposed to be sharp has dulled.”

“Y/N, Why did you keep running away from me?”

“Hmpf. I just did. What’s the big deal?”

“Why can’t you just tell me?”

“You gonna yell at me if I don’t?”

“No. I won’t. Please, just…I need to know. Did you not know it was me?”

“In the data storage, I could see your face clearly even though it was dark. I just kept staring. I couldn’t stop. I don’t know why I ran. I just did. I was afraid, I guess, and my gut was telling me it was the only thing I could do. You and my parent(s) always told me to trust my gut.”

“I’m glad you remembered our advice, but… So you did know it was me? And you ran anyway?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. It was like…I knew it was you, but I didn’t want to believe it was you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“This is my room,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and you look at him like he’s weird for asking such a dumb question because, in your mind, grown-ups like him are supposed to be super smart and know all the answers.

“No, I mean… You died in the hospital. Ha-jin and I attended your funeral.”

“Oh.”

“So what are you doing at Balhae Station?”

“I don’t know.”

Though he doesn’t raise his voice at you, In a moment of weakness, he lets himself be overwhelmed by the stress of the situation and accidentally snaps at you in irritation, “Don’t lie! Not to me!”

“It’s true! I don’t know!” You insist. “I tried to read the old books and files the grown-ups left lying around. There weren’t very many and most of them were incredibly boring, though. I knew the words, but I didn’t really understand them.”

He takes a deep breath. “I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hmpf. Whatever. Don’t believe me. See if I care!”

“Can-Can the other one—?”

You scoff in annoyance. “Are you really going to keep talking about her like that?”

“Like what?”

“‘The other one. The intruder. The monster.’”

“Ah. So you heard us from inside the vents. I should’ve known.”

“Mhm. I know you and your crew were confused and scared, but those things you guys said weren’t very nice. You were talking about us like a bunch of mean playground bullies!”

“Could she… Can she understand us?”

“Not like how I can. She doesn’t understand your words, but she understands enough in her own way. She may be different from you and me, but she’s still a person and has a name, you know.”

“What is it?”

“You know what it is. Luna.”

“Right. Luna. Can Luna talk? Can she read and write like you?”

“Not really. I tried to teach her, but she didn’t want to learn. She prefers to draw instead. We’ve spent a lot of time drawing pictures and playing together. We’ve been like sisters. What about you? What’s a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway?”

“Hey. That’s not very nice.” He parrots your words back at you. “Now who’s being the bully? Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” He says with an air of teasing.

It doesn’t get the reaction out of you that he’s hoping for. Instead of relaxing or laughing, you tense up when Captain Han mentions your parents.

“My parents… Are they alive?”

Crap. He’s walked himself into a trap. He can’t tell you yet that your parent(s) are dead. It’s too soon. Now is not the right moment. So he deflects your question and instead asks a question of his own. “Whatcha got there?” He asks, looking at the object you’re holding. Whatever it is, it appears to be something of sentimental value to you.

“None of your business. You didn’t love Ha-jin anyway!”

You try to run off, but he grabs your arm before you can.

“Hey!”

“Let go!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t just let you run around this place, you might get hurt.”

“Hurt by what?”

“Look, just stay with me, okay? This is no place for a kid. I just want to talk.”

“Fine. But first… There’s something I gotta get.”

“We don’t have time for this…”

“It’s important!”

“What is it?”

“A letter. For your daughter.”

“What?”

“I wrote it, but I hid it. In there.” You point to a dark corridor across a long hallway from your room.

Captain Han takes out his flashlight and looks around. “You sure this is where you left it?”

“It’s in the back. Behind an old pipe.”

“Okay. Wait here.”

You close the door on him from behind. “Haha!” You laugh as you stick your tongue out at him through the viewer window.

“Y/N! Open the door.”

“Why should I? I’m a liar, right? Want me to open it? Huh? Do ya?”

“Open this door right now.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Y/N!”

“Nope. That’s not it. I guess I won’t open it.”

“Damn it! Let me out of here, you little brat!”

“Pfft. In your dreams.”

He hears the sound of pipes shifting. Or he sees a broken lunar water canister that’s spilled on the ground and on the verge of coming in contact with him or other organic material. He’s nervous that pipes filled with lunar water might burst at any second or that he’ll be infected by the spilled lunar water if he doesn’t evacuate soon.

“Y/N, Please open the door. There’s something in here.”

“Sure there is. A big lying buttface! See you, buttface!” You run off, leaving him locked in the room.

“Y/N, Stop! It’s dangerous! Come back here!”

~

He makes it out of the room after finding and crawling through a vent that isn’t marked on the map. Luckily, the pipes don’t burst or, if they do, or the lunar water is spreading and getting dangerously close to organic material, he makes it out in time before it can touch him. He finds you, kicking your feet lazily as if you’re waiting for him. Like what you just did was all part of a game you were playing. He notices your wounded leg or head. It isn’t bleeding anymore but it still looks painful.

Forgetting what just happened, he goes into full Dad Mode again. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m gonna have a word with Dr. Hong and we can get you checked out at the medbay…”

You wave him off. “I’m fine. It’ll heal on its own with or without lunar water. Lunar water would just help me heal faster. Did I scare you?”

“Yeah. You did. Guess I deserved it, huh? The buttface that I am.”

“Maybe. Then again, maybe you are not so bad. Just…annoying.”

“Uh-huh. So… You got any other things planned? I think I saw a another dark room back there you could lock me up in.”

You laugh, suddenly back to your cheerful self. “Mmm… No. I think you’ve had enough. For now.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

“Just don’t tell Si-eun about what I did, okay?”

“Who’s Si-eun?”

“She’s our nurse.”

Now that you’ve had your fun, you let him inject the capsule of lunar water he has with him to heal your injury. He reasons with himself that there are hundreds in the station and he can easily get another.

When Captain Han sees Lieutenant Ryu getting splashed with lunar water, he decides that the traitorous Tae-Suk isn't worth a bullet and allows him to suffer a much more protracted and painful death. However, some of the water particles from the bursted pipe splash onto his skin as well, causing him to become infected. He doesn’t realize it right away as he’s already running, too focused on making it back to the rest of the crew to tell them of the emergency as soon as possible.

~

Over the course of the mission, while Luna and Dr. Song form a bond and get closer, you form an attachment to Captain Han and view him as your father. You develop a father-daughter dynamic, especially once Captain Han softens up to you and Luna. You and Luna, obviously being clones/genetically-engineered hybrids, and having zero human contact for the past five years, have little to no concept of morality as the crew sees it. Luna begins to show some semblance of human emotion around the crew while almost everyone is gathered in the medical bay. You and Luna sit somewhere off to the side, away from everybody else, but the crew still watches closely as you teach her how to play games like Rock, Paper, Scissors, Patty Cake, and Thumb Wars. In that moment, you don’t seem like dangerous mutants capable of murder, but two little girls just having fun playing silly little games to pass the time and satiate your boredom.

“So we've now confirmed they can survive contact with lunar water?”

“Looks like it. Lunar water has similar characteristics to a virus that changes each time it comes into contact with a new host. As we can see, a pretty major change took place when it came into contact with them. Or at least contact with whatever they put inside Y/N and Luna. Something unknown inside their bodies.”

“These researchers at Balhae Station…studied cell fusion and genetic recombination as ways to make humans survive lunar water. And the organisms they created as a result are named Luna and Y/N,” Dr. Song says. “Human experiments and human cloning, both illegal.”

“So that means...the reason the government shut down this station five years ago was because they cared more about hiding the experiments than about the results or retrieving the lunar water. If this gets out, it'll cause a panic. I mean, shit.”

“It's considered an act of treason for us to disclose state secrets no matter what the secrets are.”

“You realize, even if we swear to never speak of this again, no one in charge will believe us for the rest of our lives! People will watch our every move, or we might just end up dead like the crew members here!”

“That's why Director Choi wanted me here. I see the logic. She probably thought I wouldn't be able to tell the truth. The atrocious crimes my sister committed as head researcher.”

Captain Han enters the medical bay, almost out of breath.

“What happened to Lieutenant Ryu?”

“We aren't safe here anymore. We have to get out of here. Something's wrong.”

“What do you mean, Captain?”

“A shaft blew up during my struggle with the Lieutenant. There was spurting water.” He looks down at his hands. His vision turns completely blue. He sees starfish. Dr. Song experiences similar symptoms at the same time. They were exposed to lunar water at some point during the mission.

“What’s wrong?”

He and Dr. Song don’t say anything. They just turn and rush to another room, nearly falling over their own feet and each other as they scramble to close and lock the door behind themselves in an attempt to self-isolate before they can infect Officer Gong and Dr. Hong.

“Dr. Song. Captain Han. Are you all right? Dr. Song! Captain!”

“What is it? Dr. Song. Captain. Let us help. Open up!”

“I'm sorry.” Captain Han and Dr. Song both say, breathing heavily.

“Are you feeling sick?”

They hunch over, holding their stomachs.

“Dr. Song!”

“Captain Han!”

“Wait, I...”

“Dr. Song!”

“Captain!”

“What’s the problem? Open up! I'm sure we can help you! Dr. Song!”

“Captain Han!”

The crew watch helplessly in horror as Dr. Song and Captain Han begin vomiting copious amounts of water. The last thing they see is you and Luna watching them from the window. They both lose consciousness. While Dr. Song dreams of her sister, Captain Han dreams of his daughter.

“Ji-an. Are you all right?”

“Yun-jae, how are you feeling?”

“What happened?” He and Dr. Song both ask, still halfway in a dreamlike daze when they regain consciousness.

“You were both infected with the lunar water just like the others were. But somehow, your bodies are fighting back. Your symptoms are getting better.”

While Dr. Song looks down at the bite mark on her hand that Luna gave her, Captain Han reaches a hand up and feels at the bite mark you left on his neck. It’s so dangerously close to his jugular yet saved his life. Because you and Luna bit them, their bodies have developed some resistance to its effects, and they are able to recover.

“I think...possibly, their mutated genes act like a sort of antibody. It suppresses the multiplication of lunar water in your bodies. Or It could be you're both just lucky. I’ll have to keep an eye on you both. It's too early to tell, but...these poor girls, they just might be the key to saving the whole world.”

“She's Luna.” Dr. Song says.

“She’s Y/N.” Captain Han says at the same time.

“What?”

“Those are their names. Luna and Y/N.”

~

“The backup from SAA has entered the landing orbit. Just as you mentioned, we spotted another spacecraft also entering orbit around the same time.”

“It’s probably a small transport ship often used by RX mercenaries.”

“We need more time to retrieve the capsules. We’ll have no way of saving them once RX mercenaries arrive. Please give us a hand in delaying their spacecraft from landing.”

“What will happen to Luna and Y/N? What will happen to them after they’re brought to Earth?”

“Lunar water and Subjects 073 and…” your number is said. “…do not officially exist in this world. They’ll be sent to a grade one facility at the Ministry of National Defense. And our government will continue with the experiments conducted at the station.”

“That's too dangerous. The lunar water is still very unstable. It can put the entire Earth in danger. And if they’re sent there, Luna and Y/N will only be used as tools to study the lunar water.”

“What about my request?”

“Unfortunately, Director Choi holds a strong political position, so everyone is hesitant to step up.”

“What is he talking about?”

“Captain Han asked me to contact a higher official who can keep Director Choi under control. The lunar water and Subjects 073 and…” Your number is said. “…cannot be monopolized by anybody. Captain Han and I agreed upon that. Thankfully, more people in the SAA are starting to see the problem in this. I will come up with a measure before you return to Earth.”

The remaining crew agrees that, though lunar water is dangerous, it could be the salvation of humanity, but if they take Luna and you to Earth, you will both be treated as experiments forever. Dr. Song suggests that they take you and Luna to the International Institute of Space Biology, a space station and neutral territory, to ensure both your and Luna's safety and that the benefits of further researching the lunar water will be shared with everyone.

“The International Institute of Space Biology. We cannot return to Earth. The IISB. We should be safe there. This must be studied in a neutral area to stop anybody from monopolizing the lunar water. I’ll take Luna and Y/N there myself.”

~

“Location trackers. For just in case.”

“You can put them on them... It looks like now they trust you.”

You and Luna stand up. While you offer your leg right away, Luna is hesitant. She looks to Dr. Song first for reassurance before offering her leg and letting Captain Han put the tracker on her ankle. Your eyes are drawn to his bodycam with the cartoon face on it. When he offers it to you, Luna takes it instead. Instead of being angry or upset, you take turns holding it and both look at it in awe.

“They’re not wary of you anymore. If they go to Earth, they’ll die in a lab.”

“They won’t give up on lunar water. Their fates won't be any different no matter where they go. Luna and Y/N are coming to Earth with us.”

“You're calling them by their names now. Just as you said, we're desperate, and we end up making the wrong decisions. And those decisions always come with a price. We cannot repeat the same mistake.”

“The only choice I can make right now is to complete this mission for my daughter's sake.”

He thinks of when he saw Ha-jin in the hospital just before he went on this mission.

~

“You'll need a higher water classification to stop her condition from worsening. If her condition worsens, she may lose her legs forever. There isn't much we can do with the class you currently hold.”

~

He wants to save his daughter at all costs. Even if it means at the cost of his own life.

When everything goes to shit and the station starts flooding with lunar water, you do everything in your power to ensure Captain Han’s survival at all costs. You and Luna lead him and the surviving crew to safety. While Dr. Song helps Luna into a spacesuit, Dr. Hong helps you. Captain Han tries to open the door. But the door won’t open due to sensor failure. In order for the group to ascend to safety, they need to activate the decompression chamber from outside. While nobody is looking, he bravely volunteers himself to activate the airlock, much to the horror of the others when they find out what he’s done. But he’s the Captain. If anyone is to go down, it should be him.

“Where are you? What are you doing?” Dr. Song demands.

“You should go first,” he says, his back to her.

“No. No, we can’t. You said we’d go back together! No, wait. Open this. Hold on! Stop this thing! We said we’d complete this mission for your daughter! No, you…! You can’t stay here!”

He turns to face her from the other side of the door. “Wherever Luna and Y/N go…please be there with them.”

Dr. Song watches as the water consumes him. Staying behind in raging lunar waters looks like certain death. She cries. She yells. But they have to go. When she and the remaining crew make it outside, they find remains of two spacesuits. They follow a set of footprints and see Luna standing without her spacesuit. A few feet away, they find you next to Captain Han, who’s injured but alive. He surprisingly got blasted out of the space station alive. Even more surprising, once outside the station, it turns out that both your and Luna’s genetic modifications enable you to survive exposure to the Moon's vacuum (the Moon has such a rarefied atmosphere that in any practical case can be defined as vacuum) without a space suit. You do just fine in the lunar atmosphere. You and Luna both having nictitating membranes possibly explains why your eyeballs don’t rupture in hard vacuum.

Thanks to your bite on his neck, Captain Han is able to breathe despite his space suit not having much oxygen left. You, Dr. Song and Dr. Hong help him up. You hold onto him tightly just as the cavalry arrives. Thanks to you, he, you, Luna, and the rest of the surviving crew are picked up by the rescue shuttle.

On Earth, Subject xxx doesn’t exist. Your parent(s) died sometime in the last five years and you have no other surviving family, so Yun-jae has your name changed to Han Y/N and adopts you as his daughter, while Ji-an adopts Luna. The legalities and technicalities or how exactly they were able to accomplish this despite Director Choi’s power aren’t that important. What is important is that they’ll all be sorted out and you won’t be taken away from him by Director Choi or the government to be experimented on. He’ll raise you and give you a warm and loving home and a normal childhood alongside his daughter, Ha-jin. Your new sister. You’ll go to school and have friends like any other kid. Maybe you’ll have romantic relationships when you’re older and he’ll be every bit of lovingly embarrassing to you. There are ways to hide your inhuman physical characteristics, both in appearance and abilities. As your dad, he will be there to reintegrate you into society and teach you how to be normal again in public. He’ll keep you hidden and protected from those who want to hurt or exploit you, but he’ll never shame you or make you feel bad for being a mutant. In the privacy of your home, you’ll be free to use your abilities if you so want to. Despite being a clone, you age like a normal human. He’ll treat you and love you as a normal human too. Even more important, he’ll love you as his daughter.

When you arrive to the hospital, Yun-jae, who insists you call him Dad now, has you sit and wait in the hallway outside Ha-jin’s room for a few minutes while he talks to her. Though he knows Ha-jin will be excited to have a sister so she won’t be so lonely anymore and have someone to play with, he wants to explain the situation to her as gently as he can to soften the blow your sudden reappearance into her life will inevitably give her. You and he both know she’ll recognize your face despite how much time has passed, and you coming back from the dead will be a shock to her system no matter what he does or says. It’ll take time for her and for you to adjust to a new normal, but the least he can do is give you both time and help Ha-jin understand. When Ha-jin first sees you, it’s a highly emotional and tearful re-introduction, albeit awkward at first. You were dead for years and suddenly you’re alive. But the awkwardness quickly wears off when she shows you her drawings and stickers. You do arts and crafts together, play together, hug, and cuddle. After overcoming the initial awkwardness, it’s like you never died and no time passed at all as you pick up right where you left off.

With his mission successfully completed, Yun-jae has been given a higher water ranking. Ha-jin will receive the treatment she needs and won’t lose her legs. Water will be restored on Earth. Dr. Hong and Ji-an both handed over the water samples for testing and they should be enough to save the planet. Together, they’ll find a cure to the lunar water virus without subjecting you and Luna to too many tests beyond the occasional blood draws and what an average kid usually experiences at the doctor. They can potentially use that to offset the effects of the lunar water, making vaccines mandatory in order to drink the water safely. While Ha-jin is asleep, you turn to your dad, smiling. Your eyes flicker with nictitating membranes as you blink. It’s so quick nobody would notice unless they were really looking for it. Ha-jin stared right at you and didn’t notice at all either because of the tears clouding her vision or she was too happy and excited to pay much attention. Your dad smiles back at you and kisses your forehead as he tucks you into bed, softly telling you to get some sleep because tomorrow is going to be a great day.

[happyhauntt]

fight or flight — poe dameron.

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─── summary: you and poe have never seen eye-to-eye. most days, you wonder if you ever will.

─── pairing: poe dameron x solo!reader.

─── warnings: reader is gender neutral, reader is han & leia's child, no use of y/n. lots of snarky banter. this was supposed to be flirty fluff but it turned into an angstfest so, yeah, sorry for that. finn eavesdrops and chewie is sassy bastard.

─── word count: 1.6k.

     “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.”

     Poe ducks his head and quickly manages to conceal the wince creeping onto his features just in time, but crouched in the cockpit beside him, Rey still feels his shoulders go stiff. She presses a hand to her mouth in a weak attempt to stifle her laugh, but she’s not quite successful as Poe shoots her a glare.

     She doesn’t blame him, really. You are… Well, sort of scary when you’re angry.

     There’s more than just a spark of your mother’s fire in you, that’s for sure.

     Glancing over her shoulder, she finds you standing in the doorway, regarding the pair of them with a ruthless glare so sharp it might leave a mark.

     Rey is suddenly pretty sure that Poe didn’t talk to you like he said he would.

     “I go for a nap because I haven’t slept properly in two days after you—” The finger you jab in Poe’s direction might as well be a knife, the way he flinches, “— get us stranded in First Order territory after leading us on a wild goose chase, knock out the comms and the navigation with your, frankly batshit, behaviour which I have spent hours trying to fix, and then I left you with one simple instruction.”

     Which… Alright, not all of that is strictly fair, Rey thinks, because at least half of the chaos of the past few days can be attributed to sheer bad luck, and another third can be blamed on decisions made under pressure whose outcomes boiled down to bad or worse.

     It’s not really Poe’s fault. Not anymore than the rest of them, at least.

     But Rey knows how you feel about this ship. The Falcon is your inheritance, the only real home you have left in the world. It’s all that is left of your father.

     You were protective of it even before he died, and since—

     Rey clears her throat. “I’m just gonna… go check on Finn.”

     Poe’s expression reeks of betrayal as Rey scoots past you to go and find Finn, who’s loitering in the main hold with Chewbacca, but she’s not about to hang around and get caught in the crossfire between the two of you.

     She doesn’t have a death wish.

     Finn looks just suspicious enough, when she locates him, that she doesn’t even bother scolding him for eavesdropping. She’s about to do the same, after all.

     “He told me he checked it was alright before we started reconfiguring the navicomputer.” Rey folds her arms across her chest, frowning in the direction of the cockpit. Your voice is still rattling down the corridor towards them.

     Finn clicks his tongue. “Evidently not.”

     In the cockpit, Poe pushes himself to stand, resting a hand on the back of the captain’s chair. Your voice is hard as duracrete as you take a step towards him, crowding the small space with so much of your frustration that it feels difficult to breathe.

     Poe wonders if the sensors are on the blink, and someone popped an airlock somewhere, because the air feels a little thin. You jab in the chest with your finger, and all he does is blink, suddenly lightheaded.

     “I gave you one instruction. I said, the nav systems are rebooting, I’m going grab some shuteye, don’t touch anything. And what do you do?”

     “The console was beeping!”

     “I don’t care if a damn mynock got in here and started eating it, I said don’t touch it.”

     “But it’s alright for Rey to touch it?” He’s being petty, he knows that, but an angry flush has started creeping up your neck, and he wants to know what you look like with your cheeks coloured that delightful shade of pink.

     “Rey didn’t break it!” A ragged breath tears from your throat, and you rake a hand roughly through your hair. “She knows what she’s doing. I trust her.”

     “And you don’t trust me, is that it?” Something like sadness swirls low in his gut as he waits for your response. It hurts him to ask, even though he’s wearing his bravado like a mask, even though he likes pushing all your buttons because when your eyes flash like that, it’s like standing in the eye of a hurricane or falling in zero gravity.

     You’re not friends, he knows that. Not since the day you met, and you pressed a blaster up against his neck in the cargo hold of your old ship and he’d grinned down at you as if getting his life threatened was his favourite pastime.

     He’d been trying to steal it. You’re still not sure what happened, exactly, except that there were Stormtroopers firing at your ship — which, honestly, was held together by little more than string and sheer stubbornness at that point — and your mother’s favourite flyboy watching you with a bizarre hope in his eyes, and you’d just… hated him, in that moment.

     Hated him for crashing into your life and dragging you, kicking and screaming, back to the life you’d fled. Hated your mother for her good heart and your father for running away. Hated the whole damn galaxy for not killing you when it had the chance.

     Poe had wanted you to take him to D’Qar, but you’d spent too long leaving things behind to go back now, so you’d dropped him at the nearest safe outpost and prayed you’d never see him again.

     Clearly, the universe had other plans.

     It’s been years since that first encounter, but neither of you have warmed to one another since then. There’s very little point, you think. He’s unbearable, always needling at you, picking at all of your defences as if he has a right to know you.

     It doesn’t matter. In the end, everyone leaves, one way or another.

     You just wish he’d hurry up and do it, already.

     You’re not friends, but you’re something more and something less, and the way your lower lip twitches at his question feels like a punch to the gut.

     “Why should I?” You blink at him, and a moment later you realise how close you’ve grown, almost chest-to-chest with this man who drives you mad. With a rough swallow, you force yourself to take a step back.

     He doesn’t move. Hardly dares to breathe, with his mouth curled into that little half-smirk he knows you hate, because it hurts that you don’t trust him, but it would hurt more if you knew it.

     “Why shouldn’t you?”

     A scoff. “Well, for starters, I don’t think you’ve ever had a plan that didn’t blow up in your face.”

     The familiar howl of Finn’s laughter rolls down the corridor, quickly cut off by a quiet thump and a low, pained groan.

     Poe blinks at you. “Excuse me?”

     “And you don’t take proper care of the Falcon!” The controls and all their exposed wires serve to prove your point.

     Turning on your heel, you march out into the corridor, abandoning him in the cockpit. He stares at your retreating form, unable to kick his brain back into gear for a few seconds, but a moment later he’s striding after you.

     “I take care of the Falcon!”

     A huff of laughter bubbles out of you, entirely lacking in humour. “Lightspeed skipping.”

     “That was one time!” His voice squeaks out of him much higher than he’d like, and as they emerge into the main hold, he clears his throat. “And the Falcon was fine.”

     You come to a stop so suddenly that he can almost hear your shoes screeching on the floor. “It was twice, and just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you should. That seems like a lesson you should’ve learned by now, but no, you keep pushing it!”

     Reckless and stubborn, headstrong and utterly selfless. Not for the first time, you regret being dragged back into this mess. Your life hadn’t exactly been peaceful before — you are your father’s child, after all — but it wasn’t this.

     How many more heroes will you watch die before all of this is over?

     How much of it can you take?

     You watch one of those heroes stare at you, now, and it feels like you’ve swallowed a handful of broken glass.

     Behind you, sitting at the dejarik table and making absolutely no attempt to disguise his eavesdropping, Finn leans close to Rey. “You’d never guess they were married, huh?”

     He’s whispering, but it’s not exactly quiet.

     As if you’re suddenly possessed by the same entity, you and Poe whirl around, mouths agape. “We are not married.”

     An uncomfortable heat curls around your spine at the thought of it. Married to Poe Dameron? You cannot imagine anything worse.

     Chewie, seated opposite Finn and Rey, makes an exasperated sound. Rey can’t help but snort.

     You narrow your eyes at your father’s oldest friend, resting your hands on your hips. “‘Could’ve fooled me?’ Chewie, what are you talking about?”

     As your wrath settles upon a new victim, Poe takes the opportunity to slip out of sight, with every intention of hiding in the Engineering Bay on the opposite end of the ship until the danger has passed.

     Marching quickly down the corridor, Poe drags a hand over his unbearably warm face and feels like something beneath his ribcage is itching to crawl out. He thinks it might be his heart.

Married to you. Yeah. He can’t think of anything worse, either.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Eight)

Summary: As the third trimester begins, Din and (Y/N) spend their quiet morning at home struggling to come up with baby names.

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hey guys! Today I present to you a short but sweet chapter about our bad-ass but very silly Din and Alor'ad trying their hardest to finally choose a couple of names for Baby Djarin. I haven't settled on the baby's sex yet so if you have a preference, please let me know! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Eight The Names (Previous Chapter)

As (Y/N) entered the third trimester of her pregnancy, Clan Mudhorn continued to diligently prepare for the arrival of its eagerly-anticipated fourth member. Din and (Y/N) converted their cabin’s spare bedroom into a nursery and while (Y/N) spent her free time away from House of (Y/L/N) sewing baby clothes, Din completed as many bounty hunting jobs as he could before the captain’s due date, the extra credits ensuring that their son or daughter would have every comfort imaginable. They attended every birthing and parenting class at the medical clinic, downloaded and read dozens of books on the subject of childbirth on their holo-pad, and brainstormed their intricate birthing plan. Even Grogu participated in their preparations, much to Din and (Y/N)’s amusement and occasional exasperation; at least twice a week, one of them would find an irate frog in the baby’s nursery that the child captured as a welcome gift for his brother or sister. They were undoubtedly ready for their little one’s arrival…well, except for one very, very important decision.

“What about Kalerth?”

Din wrinkled his nose in distaste, continuing to rub slow circles over (Y/N)’s protruding stomach and watch the sun slowly rising outside their bedroom window. “Nope. How ‘bout Ronhys?”

“No, I knew a Ronhys once and he was a kriffing idiot. What about Syril?”

“C’mon, alor’ad, that’ll make our kid sound like some sort of half-wit pencil-pushing Imperial analyst.”

(Y/N) snorted in amusement and Din smirked against her collarbone as she playfully smacked his arm and threaded her fingers back into his rumpled hair. “Mir’sheb. We’re getting absolutely nowhere with the boy names, so why don’t we throw in the towel and move on to the girl names for now?”

With a tired yawn, Din pressed a chaste kiss onto the exposed skin of his wife’s clavicle and nodded. “Good idea. How’s Daya sound? It’s an old-fashioned Mandalorian name, but Bo-Katan mentioned that it’s back in fashion.”

“…I don’t hate it, but I don’t exactly love it either. How does Amilyn sound?”

“Okay, I guess, but I think we can do better. Galleia, maybe?”

“It’s pretty, but I’ll have to think that one over. What do you think of…hmm, I don’t know…Xi’an-?”

“Absolutely not.”

The captain chuckled. “That was suspiciously quick. What, did you have a fling with a Xi’an before you met me and I made an honest man out of you?” He pursed his lips but remained silent, which only made her gasp in exaggerated shock. “You did, didn’t you?”

“If by ‘fling’ you mean we slept together once during a job, she tried to kill me and years later, she tried to kill me again then yes, we had a fling.” Rolling his eyes, Din lifted his head to give (Y/N) an amused smile. “Would you really wanna name our child after one of your former flings, alor’ad?”

A look of revulsion twisted at her beautiful features. “Urgh, I see what you mean. Besides, Jod and Han are awful names for a baby, even without the unpleasant added context of a failed relationship.”

“Y’know, those names sound awfully familiar-”

“C’mon Din, focus! If you keep distracting me, then our baby’ll never have a name.” (Y/N) lightly scolded, but the glimmer in her eyes and the curved corners of her mouth coupled with the hand she’d brought up to cradle his cheek. “And don’t you go thinking that those big, brown eyes of yours will get you out of trouble.”

Din’s brows rose in mock outrage. “Wait, I’m distracting you?”

“Taking responsibility for your actions, that’s very mature of you.” The bedroom filled with the captain’s giggles as his fingers dug into her ticklish sides and her attempts to squirm away from his onslaught were unsuccessful. “Okay, okay, okay, truce!” She cried out, shooting him a withering glare as she worked on catching her breath. “You’d better watch your back, Din Djarin, ‘cause the moment this baby’s born my revenge will be swift and merciless.”

“Mmm, I’m looking forward to it.” Din flashed her a brazen grin and ducked down to press his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Before he could, however, his wife’s rumbling stomach brought him to a sudden halt and caused them both to burst into surprised laughter. “Hungry, alor’ad?”

“I wasn’t, but it would seem that your child has other plans,” (Y/N) grumbled, but a loving smile softened her features as she glanced down at her protruding stomach and ran a tender hand over its curve. “With all this food I’ve been eating lately, I wouldn’t be surprised if this little one grows up to be quite the formidable warrior, just like their dad.”

Din smiled as his hand moved to join the captain’s, secretly reveling in the feeling of their child’s movements beneath his palm. “Maybe, or maybe he or she will follow in their mom’s footsteps and become one hell of a pilot. Either way…” He gave her lips a quick peck before getting out of bed and offering her his hand. “It’s breakfast time. Pickled meiloorun fruit and blue milk again?”

The captain sheepishly smiled while he helped her out of bed. “I know that it’s a gross combination, but it’s the only thing that sounds even remotely appetizing these days.”

“Whatever makes you and the baby happy, alor’ad, but I think I’m gonna fix me and Grogu something a little less…unique.”

“Oh please, the little guy catches and eats frogs on a regular basis and before you met me, you survived solely off of expired ration portions.”

The pair of them went about getting dressed and ready for the day, and (Y/N)’s grumpiness was exasperated by her inability to lace up her own boots and their unborn child’s newfound fondness of kicking at her ribs. While Din knelt before her and made quick work of her laces, her stifled winces of pain caused his heart to clench in sympathy as a familiar wave of guilt washed over him. From the moment they first became partners, he vowed to protect the captain from any and all dangers they might encounter on their adventures and keep her safe; it was only natural, then, that he would feel like a failure while he was forced to watch his wife struggle under the plethora of pregnancy symptoms, symptoms that only seemed to multiply as the months went on. She’s the strongest person I know but that doesn’t make it right that she must endure this pain without complaint, he thought to himself, his heart lurching again when a pained gasp escaped her clenched teeth. In tuned to his inner turmoil, the captain carded her fingers through his hair while he tied her laces and pressed a gratitude-filled kiss onto his forehead the moment he finished, and he soon felt his scowl beginning to soften into a smile once again.

Breakfast in the Djarin-(Y/L/N) household wasn’t always a peaceful affair; there were Grogu’s occasional temper-tantrums, emergency holo-calls from Carson Teva, unannounced visits from Greef Karga and (Y/N)’s sudden bouts of severe nausea triggered by whatever Din was cooking, so whenever a quiet morning came around they were always sure to savor it while it lasted. While Din prepared their breakfast, (Y/N) and Grogu sat together at the kitchen table and the child was enraptured by his mother’s tale of flying amongst a pod of migrating purrgils, his wide eyes filled with wonderment as she animatedly described the creatures that few were lucky to ever see in their lifetimes. Din, listening to the conclusion of his wife’s story and his son’s coos of excitement with a content smile on his face, plated their food and carried it over to where his family sat, placing a plate of fruit in front of (Y/N) and a kiss onto her cheek and patting the top of Grogu’s wrinkled head before setting his breakfast down before him.

“Hey, little guy, would you like to help your Dad and me out with something?” (Y/N) asked after taking a sip of her blue milk, her smile widening when Grogu looked up from his Ronto wrap and eagerly nodded. “We’ve been trying to think of the perfect name for your little brother or sister, but we’ve been having a little trouble. Maybe you’ve got an idea or two?”

The child’s brow furrowed in careful concentration and a moment later, he grinned and pointed a clawed finger at (Y/N). “Patu.”

Din tilted his head to the side. “You wanna name the baby after your mom?” His confusion grew when he impatiently shook his head; his eyes flicked over to the captain, and his brow rose when he spotted the blood-red flower embroidered onto her blouse. “Wait, the flower?”

Grogu squealed in triumph and (Y/N) brought a hand up to trace the embroidery, a thoughtful expression gracing her features. “It’s a millaflower. They’re native to Naboo and signify great respect when gifted to someone; its extract is prescribed by many homeopathic physicians as medicine, but it can also be crafted into a potent poison.”

“Beautiful but deadly…” Din mused as he studied the embroidered flower; it’s a description befitting the daughter of a Mandalorian and a retired Rebellion smuggler, he thought with a growing smile, looking over at his wife over the brim of his morning caf. “How does Milla sound, if it’s a girl?”

(Y/N)’s hand absentmindedly rubbed along her baby bump as she quietly tried out the name, and she looked back up at him with a softened smile. “I think…that we’ve finally found the perfect girl’s name.”

With a grin, Din reached across the table to affectionately rub one of Grogu’s large ears. “Good call, kid. Got any ideas for a boy’s name?”

After a moment of consideration, Grogu shook his head and (Y/N) chuckled. “That’s okay, little guy, one out of two ain’t bad.” She ate another spoonful of pickled meiloorun and was reaching for her glass of blue milk when her eyes lit up with realization. “Since Milla’s inspired by my Naboo culture, why don’t we try and come up with a boy’s name that’s inspired by Aq Vetina?”

Din, taken aback by the captain’s thoughtfulness and the mention of his homeworld’s name, attempted to hide his surprise behind a look of deliberation as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “We can try, but I was just a child when I was taken in by the Death Watch, there’s not much that I remember about Aq Vetina’s culture…”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I should’ve thought-”

“It’s okay, ner cyar’ika alor’ad, I still think it’s a good idea,” He quickly reassured her, reaching over to rest his hand on top of hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We just might have to work a little harder to jog my memory, that’s all.”

“All right, then, let’s start with something easy like…” (Y/N) trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping her fingers in realization. “Constellations! Do you remember if Aq Vetina had any notable constellations?”

Din set his Ronto wrap down onto his plate and nodded. “I remember learning about them in school and…” A lump formed in his throat as a long-forgotten memory sprang to his mind and he took a steadying breath. “My parents taught me. In the summer, we’d spend nights stargazing from our back garden; my father would point each of them out to me and my mother would tell me all the stories behind them.”

With an understanding smile, the captain twisted her hand around to thread their fingers together and he threw her a grateful look. He’d learned long ago not to dwell on his life before the Mandalorians but after officially becoming Grogu’s adoptive father and learning of (Y/N)’s pregnancy, he couldn’t help but look back on his childhood on Aq Vetina and mourn what could never be; his parents would never see him grow up, never meet the woman who captured his heart and never know their grandchildren, but what pained him the most was that they would never live to see peace return to the galaxy. Maybe they already know, he thought as he reflected on the afterlife that (Y/N) and the Naboo believed in, I hope they can look upon me and are proud of the man I’ve become.

“That sounds very peaceful. Can you remember any of their names, or maybe one of your favorites?”

Din’s lips slowly curved upwards into a smile. “My favorite was Samidar. He was a Merquaal and according to the legends, he was an old warrior’s trusted companion, more brave and discerning than even the warrior; they embarked on many adventures together and when Samidar died protecting the old warrior in battle, the Maker was touched by his outpouring of grief and to commemorate the beloved companion, he created a constellation out of the brightest stars in the night sky. It’s silly, I know, but I remember really enjoying that one.”

His wife raised their joined hands to kiss his scarred knuckles and looked at him with adoring eyes. “What do you think of Sami, if it’s a boy?”

“I-It’s perfect, alor’ad. Milla, Sami…both names are absolutely perfect.” Sliding out of his chair, Din sank to his knees and rested his forehead against the captain’s protruding belly, his tear-filled eyes fluttering closed and his smile widening as he felt the moments of their unborn child. “Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner ad’ika.”

“Your dad and I can’t wait to finally meet you,” (Y/N) cooed softly and rubbed her free hand along the chiffon covering her belly, and he could hear the raw emotion in her voice. Now that they’d finally found the perfect names for their baby boy or girl, it was as if the reality of their situation had finally settled in; in about three months’ time, they’d be holding their child in their arms, the living and tangible proof of their endless love for one another, and Clan Mudhorn’s trio would become a quartet.

Grogu, seemingly feeling left out of their tearful conversation, leapt over the table and onto Din’s shoulder with a disgruntled huff, and Din couldn’t help but chuckle and exchange a look with the captain. “Yeah, it’s safe to say that your brother’s even more excited than we are.”

The child nodded and babbled as he stretched a clawed hand out to press against (Y/N)’s stomach, and she let go of Din’s hand to smooth her fingers over their son’s wrinkled head. “Three more months to go, little guy.”

With a content sigh, Din closed his eyes and concentrated on the movements of their unborn son or daughter, diligently committing the sweet moment to memory as his heart swelled with happiness. “Three more months to go.” Thanks to the childbirth classes they’d attended and all the parenting books they’d read, all three of them understood that (Y/N)’s third trimester would certainly be no slice of Uj’alayi but they also knew that as long as they were together, there was nothing in the galaxy that they couldn’t handle. You’re gonna fit right in with the three of us, ad’ika, and we’re gonna love you with everything we’ve got and then some, Din silently told his unborn child, his smile widening and his eyes brimming with fresh tears when they seemingly replied with the gentlest nudge against his cheek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mando'a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner ad’ika-I love you, my little one Uj’alayi-Uj Cake Ad’ika-Little one

A/N: Lol can you tell that I'm fitting in as much fluff as I can before the Mando movie most likely hits us with all the angst? Do you prefer Baby Djarin to be a Milla or a Sami? Comment down below to let me know! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created two Spotify playlists, one filled with of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars and the other compiled with all the songs I listen to for inspiration while writing this series, so if you’re interested in checking them out the links are down below!

Star Wars Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KuSKJhVOPPvxdJ9YHeo4M?si=2977ff31bf0c4bdd

Din Djarin/TCoB Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HIv4pIIgtzRW3Nyv5x7ry?si=15e457550bd94966 Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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together

poe dameron x reader

note: headcannon that poe’s middle name is cosmo, and i will now be using that as his personal cutesie nickname-

han solo was dead.

and you had never felt more lost.

you knew him-you knew him very well.

he was practically your father. 

he had been around since you’d been just a child, and you had accompanied him on many endeavors across the galaxy. you’d listened to his rants about his smuggling years, about his meeting of leia and luke, about leia in general.

you’d heard it all.

you weren’t with him when he died. 

you didn’t even know until chewbacca returned with only rey and finn. no sign of the old man. 

you didn’t cry for him. not yet at least. all you felt was… numb. a pain that rotted your core—something that felt as though it would never go away.

you’d been there for leia. for she was really who mattered. her brother was missing—her husband murdered—her son turned to a monster—

you knew she was hurting… but was anyone going to acknowledge your hurt?

poe dameron certainly did. 

a few days after it happened, he went searching for you. and yet there was no sign of you.

he’d gone to rey. 

“hey, have you seen her anywhere?” he had asked. she shook her head, “no.”

he’d gone to finn.

“hey buddy-have you seen her? i’ve been looking everywhere.” finn had frowned, “sorry-no.”

finally, he went to leia.

poe didn’t even have to ask.

“check the falcon. she’s always there.”

and so he did. 

walking up the ramp, he felt an eerie sense of… something wash over him. he couldn’t exactly figure it out. 

he could hear han’s laughter as he walked up that ramp, the countless times he’d seen you two walk down it, chucking about something one had said. 

you were so close to han, he knew that. 

why hadn’t he noticed before? 

as he entered the falcon, he heard a faint sound—as though someone was crying.

he walked along the corridor until he reached the cockpit, and that’s where he found you-

curled up in the captain’s seat, head resting on your knees as your shoulder’s heaved with soft sobs. 

it hurt him to see you like this.

you who were always filled with joy, constantly making jokes—seeing you broken just felt so very wrong. 

cautiously, he took a few steps forward, gently

placing a hand upon your shoulder. you flinched, lifting your head, locking bloodshot eyes with his, “for kriff’s sake-“ you murmured, standing up a bit too quickly, “you scared me-“

“sorry,” he slowly removed his hand as he watched you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you always refused to let anyone see any sort of emotion, and he hated it.

he hated it because he did the exact same thing. 

you sniffled, “what’re you doing here?” 

“checking up.” he said simply.

“i’m fine.”

“you’re not.” 

“i am;” you argued, but he knew better.

he knew you better than anyone—now that han was gone. 

you fell silent then, letting out a shaky sigh. 

poe took a step closer to you, a look of sympathy crossing his face. he took another step, uncross his arms, extending them slightly.

no words exchanged-and you knew.

he knew what you needed. 

before you knew it, you were crumbling again, and like a savior, he was there to catch your fall. 

you were enveloped by his arms, a tight embrace that you never wanted to leave as the sobs came again. 

he held you close—not knowing the right words to say but he knew this was what you needed.

you didn’t need any words of comfort. you just needed someone.

and poe turned out to be that someone. 

“i want him back.”

her voice was so fragile. as if anything could break it. 

“i know,” he whispered, pecking the top of her head, “i know.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

leia organa was dead.

there was a sort of heaviness in the air. 

the galaxy had lost not only a valuable general—but a ray of light—a beacon of hope.

the war was over. kylo ren was dead. the first order had fallen.

the galaxy was okay. 

but poe dameron was not. 

but—this time—he had you.

you returned to your quarters one night to find him seated upon the bed you shared, his hand hanging low. 

you quietly closed the door behind you. “cosmo?”  he didn’t move. you furrowed your brows, “poe?” your footsteps were the only sound in the room. 

you rounded the bed, sitting beside him. and then you noticed what was held in his hand. 

it was a grainy photograph. displayed on it, was a young leia organa. she was smiling brightly, and you couldn’t help but wonder when exactly this was taken. 

you’d never seen her look so happy. 

you placed a hand on his shoulder, and only then did he lift his head. “hey,” he murmured.

“hi.” you whispered, smiling softly at him. 

“how you holding up?” her voice was soft. 

“fine.”

“liar.” 

he bit his lip, frowning. despite his best efforts,  you could see his lip quivering. 

“i just-“ he let out a sigh, running a hand over his face, “what-“ he paused, “what am i supposed to do without her?” 

“poe-“

“she’s been there since-since i was a kid-i’ve already lost my mom-losing leia-“ his voice caught in his throat, choking back a sob. 

you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him, “i know,” was all you could say. 

“i just—i can’t lead-“

“you can.” you whispered, “i promise you can.”

“y’know why?” you asked. poe didn’t answer. “you’re strong. you’re a natural-born leader. poe, you’re the strongest man i know. and leia knew it too.”

he sent you a teary smile.

“we’re gonna get through this.” you assured, rubbing his back as you pecked his cheek softly. 

“together?” his voice was shaky. 

you nodded,

“together.”

[sl-vega]

✧Other Friendly Faces✧

✧Kazuha✧-member of the literature club and in the same English class as Xingqiu. He specializes in poetry, mainly haikus and free verses.

✧Furina✧-President of the drama club and usually directs school plays. When she was younger, she was a successful child actress, though due to losing passion for the art, she stepped back and decided to focus on her director career.

✧Chiori✧-a member of the textile and drama club. Chiori is usually in charge of costume design for school productions. She runs a fairly successful mini-business where she sells her own designs, and she has many fashion companies begging for her to work for them, though she expresses no interest in working for someone else's brand.

✧Freminet✧-part of the swim team and Lyney and Lynette's younger brother. Like his sister, he's quiet and reserved, but a good listener. The two of you haven't talked much, but you do know about his love for the ocean and his soft spot for penguins.

✧Yun Jin✧-member of the music club and choir. She is also part of the Yun Han opera troupe, and has quickly risen to fame due to her starring role in the critically acclaimed musical: "The Divine Damsel of Devastation".

✧Eula✧-Captain of the dance team and student council vice-president. She's cold, harsh, and brutally honest (and holds a grudge for just about anything) and she doesn't have the best reputation due to that, but her talent and work ethic (almost) makes up for all that.

additional notes:

-in case you're wondering why some of these r so short, it's cuz these guys r just side characters, but i wanted to make some profiles for them

-i keep on forgetting to mention everyone's ages so here's a quick list:

-freminet and yun jin are sophmores (tenth grade, 15-16)

-furina, eula, and chiori are seniors (twelfth grade, 17-18)

-kazuha is a junior (eleventh grade, 16-17)

-furina supremacy fr fr

-everyone else in the main cast (y/n's group + xingqiu's friend group) are all juniours

-eula's twitter header found here

-i promise the plot will actually start after this :>

masterlist

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Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

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You Have My Attention: New Jedi Order First Lines

Ok, so Vector Prime wasn't my first Star Wars EU book; that would have been at least semi logical and honestly logic and hinged-ness is not how I would characterize either my experience with the Star Wars fandom, the EU, or just Star Wars in general. We have Anakin Skywalker, hinged is not the vibe. That said, Vector Prime was my fourth Star Wars book, and despite some flaws and peaks and valleys in quality, the New Jedi Order holds a very nostalgic place in my heart. Let's see how the authors of the New Jedi Order books catch readers.

It was too peaceful out here, surrounded by the vacuum of space and with only the continual hum of the twin ion drives breaking the silence.

-- R. A. Salvatore, Vector Prime

Standing there, on the bridge of his Nebulon-B frigate, the pirate Urias Xhaxin clasped his cybernetic left hand to the small of his back with his right hand. He stared straight ahead at the tunnel of light into which his ship, the Free Lance, flew.

-- Michael A. Stackpole, Dark Tide I: Onslaught

Shedao Shai stood in his chamber, deep within the living ship Legacy of Torment. Tall and lean, long-limbed with hooks and barbs at wrist, elbow, knee, and heel, the Yuuzhan Vong warrior had pulled himself up to his full height and held his open hands out away from his sides.

-- Michael A. Stackpole, Dark Tide II: Ruin

If the system's primary was distressed by the events that had transpired on and about the fourth closest of its brood, it betrayed noting to the naked eye. Saturating the local space with golden radiance, the star was as unperturbed now as it was before the battle had begun.

-- James Luceno, Agents of Chaos I: Hero's Trial

It was morning in Gyndine's capital city, though that fact was scarcely evident to anyone on the surface. The rising sun, when glimpsed at all, was a blanched disk behind roiling smoke belched from flaming forests and buildings.

-- James Luceno, Agents of Chaos II: Jedi Eclipse

Lieutenant Jaina Solo rolled her x-wing fighter up on its port S-foil and shoved her throttle forward. A seed-shaped Yuuzhan Vong coralskipper had been harrying her wingmate.

-- Kathy Tyers, Balance Point

Outside the medcenter viewport, a ragged crescent of white twinkles known as the Drall's Hat drooped across the violet sky, its lower tip slashing through the Ronto to touch a red star named the Eye of the Pirate. The constellations above Corellia had not changed since Han Solo was a child, when he had spent his nights contemplating the galactic depths and dreaming of life as a starship captain.

-- Troy Denning, "Recovery"

Dorsk 82 ducked behind the stone steps of the quay, just in time to dodge a blaster bolt from across the water. "Hurry on board my ship," he told his charges. "They've found us again."

-- Greg Keyes, Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Blood, drifting in starlight. That was the first thing Jacen Solo saw when he opened his eyes. It had beaded into what looked, in the dim, like polished black pearls reflecting the ancient starlight filtering through the transparisteel a meter or so away.

-- Greg Keyes, Edge of Victory II: Rebirth

The dark sliver of a distant starliner crept into view, a blue needle of ion efflux pushing it across the immense sweep of a brilliant orange sun. Like a million such suns in the Core region alone, this one lacked any world with a civilization or even a sapient species, and it was too inconsequential for any name except an obsolete Imperial survey number. With so much emptiness, so many planets untouched, it seemed to Jaina Solo that there should have been no need for fighting, that there should have been room for all.

-- Troy Denning, Star by Star

A sunrise corona limned one edge of the planet Myrkr, setting its vast northern forests alight with a verdant glow. Viewed from space, the planet appeared as lush and green as Yuuzhan'tat, the long-lost homeworld of Yuuzhan Vong legend.

-- Elaine Cunningham, Dark Journey

"A god cannot die," Charat Kraal said. "Therefore it can have no fear of death. So who is braver, a god or a mortal?"

--Aaron Allston, Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream

Jaina Solo banked her X-wing starfighter into as tight a turn as she could endure. The g-forces of her maneuver crushed her into her seat, but she called upon the force to protect her, to keep her centimeters away from the edge of blackout.

-- Aaron Allston, Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Outside the universe, there is nothing. This nothing is called hyperspace. A tiny bubble of existence hangs in the nothing. This bubble is called a ship.

-- Matthew Stover, Traitor

As she sat in the chair that was hers by right of death, she raised her eyes to the cold faraway stars. Checklists buzzed distantly in her mind and her hands moved over the controls, but her thoughts flew elsewhere, amid the chill infinitude. Searching...

-- Walter Jon Williams, Destiny's Way

Saba Sebatyne knew the moment she emerged from hyperspace that Barab I was burning. Where the planet normally displayed a cloudy, gray face lit the glow of its primary, a sullen red dwarf, her infrared sensitive eyes now saw a fiery inferno.

-- Sean Williams and Shane Dix, Force Heretic I: Remnant

The man who was no longer a man stood before an alien who was not what it seemed. "Everything is in place," the man said.

--Sean Williams and Shane Dix, Force Heretic II: Refugee

Neither moved; neither spoke. They stared unflinchingly into each other's eyes. Surrounding her, hidden by shadows, Tahiri could sense an alien landscape.

-- Sean Williams and Shane Dix, Force Heretic III: Reunion

Three kilometers beneath the surface of Yuuzhan'tar--the world once known as Courscant--the sound of chanting drifted up a shaft nearly as wide as it was deep, the melancholy strains yearning toward the few distant starts that could be seen from the bottom. In the pale blue light of lumen reeds, the faces of the chanters appeared ravaged, their bodies misshapen.

-- Greg Keyes, The Final Prophecy

Selvaris, faintly green against a sweep of white-hot stars, and with only one tiny moon for companionship, looked like the loneliest of planets. Almost five years into a war that had seen the annihilation of peaceful worlds, the disruption of major hyperlanes, the fall and occupation of Coruscant itself, that fact that such a backwater place could rise to sudden significance was perhaps the clearest measure of the frightful shadow the Yuuzhan Vong had cast across the galaxy.

-- James Luceno, The Unifying Force

[drivingsideways]

Twenty Questions

@rosyfingered-moon thanks for the tag! :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62 ! :O

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

853,262

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly tv. Actively, right now, none. Since 2018, it's been cdrama or kdrama, but I've written for Western shows previously.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

4 of the 5 are for The King: Eternal Monarch and 1 is for Beyond Evil.

Algebra (credit mostly goes to co writer @haraxvati for all the heavy lifting) - TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon in the realest fake arranged marriage ever

A Soul Divided- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon in which Gon is a total failboat at pretending to be a normal citizen, but guess what, so is Captain Jo Yeong.

Destiny's Child- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon, or the Lee Gon Liberation Manifesto

Before You Came- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Kang Sin jae, in which Kang Sin jae falls for a man who wants to be ravished by God but the dude ends up crossing the space time continuum for someone else entirely. Love works in mysterious ways etc.

Cat Whisperer - Beyond Evil, Han Joo won/Lee Dong sik. What it says on the tin, really. Dong sik ruminates on the acquiring and care of feral felines.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I respond to all comments, even if it's just a one liner or a key smash. If someone's taken the time to read and enjoy and engage with my work, I want to acknowledge that- and sometimes you make friends through AO3 comment space ! :')

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I have several fics which end on a bittersweet note, but none that I think are completely without hope? Deer Heart is probably one of the most emotionally violent fics I've written, but even that one ends on a hopeful note (at least I see it that way.)

A main character dies in the last instalment of The Stars 'verse, but someone bookmarked it with the comment " the hurt no comfort tag is propaganda bc this does hurt yes but there IS comfort and thats because there is love :') " which was honestly a comment that made * me * tear up ! :')

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HUGE fan of cloyingly sweet endings for my blorbos, but I do think I end up in the bittersweet column most times? But I guess "Instructions for Dancing" may be literally the fluffiest thing I've ever written.

Do you get hate on fics?

No- I think an occasional comment that made me go ???? because the reader apparently wanted something different when they clicked on my fic, but no real hate, thankfully. I've been blessed with really sweet commenters for most part!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Not sure what is implied by "what kind" here- hopefully hot (but also revealing something about the characters and the relationship?!) ? :)) Tbh, smut is not my wheelhouse, and I always find the process of writing it nerve wracking.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

It's not something that I find interesting to read or write usually. I have one unfinished and unpublished Black Sails/ Supernatural crossover that I think was a brilliant idea but I ran out of steam.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I love all my ships intensely, so it's hard to choose! Even if I'm not thinking about them on a daily basis or writing for them or reading fic about them, each of them has a piece of my heart.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Argh, don't ask me this! There are so many, so many. But in specific, there's a Black Sails au that I really wanted to write and have written maybe 15k of AN OUTLINE for, but yeah, never finishing that.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm generally able to deliver an emotional punch very well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh dear. Everything? And I think that's fine- all craft is practice and discipline and I hope I will get better at "everything" as I write more and hopefully more thoughtfully than I have in the past.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think there's only one fic in which I've used complete dialogue in multiple languages (with Google Translate as my guide, SORRY). But I'm pretty cool with the idea of it and I enjoy reading fics that have multiple language dialogues as well.

First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it was Supernatural , and was left unfinished- I have since deleted it.

Favorite fic you've written?

This keeps changing, and there's things I love and hate in all my fics, but I guess a drivingsideways "starter pack" should have Destiny's Child in it, and the last fic I wrote "Juche" turned out pretty well, I GUESS.

@cupofteaandstars @elderflowergin @haraxvati @sadviper if you want to! :D

[slashingdisneypasta]

Non / Disney Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: SMUT!!

Warnings: Its definitely not 'disney'... There are dark and taboo themes (Though some are much darker then others), mask kink, roleplay where you don't know eachother, rough/feral sex, innocence/corruption roleplay, gloves, seduction, dub-con, cumming-in-pants, accidental condom breaking, breeding kink, asshole-ary, blow jobs, sexual favours/deals, age difference, feelings?, oral sex in general, degradation, masturbation, cunt warming, foot grinding, hate sex and shame, destruction of property, period sex, praise, unintentional temperature play, getting burned (guess who, haha), public sex, feelings again?, ego-inflation, orgasm denial, domination, first lesbian experience, boss/employee, prostitution, thigh-riding, stealing you from someone else, and over-stimulation. Something for almost everyone, hopefully!

Includes: I wanted to include them all but I ran outta steam 😅 Bill Sykes, Robert Callaghan (Yokai), Professor Ratigan, Alameda Slim, Captain Hook, Chick Hicks, Rothbart, Dr Facilier, Clayton, Cruella De Vil, the Evil Queen, Gaston, Greasy Weasel, Hades, Hans, the Horned King, Jafar, Judge Claude Frollo, Lady Tremaine, Long John Silver, Commander Lyle Rourke, Maleficent, and Mother Gothel+The Stabbington Brothers.

Its possibility that one day I will make a part 2 with the rest of the DV's (And some Non-DV's). But i am OUT OF HORNY right now. Haha 😅

Sykes can satisfy you perfectly fine with one finger, but 2 really puts you over the edge (JUST LOOK AT THEM??) and he just loves watching you writhe and struggle between not being able to fit all of it but wanting him to continue, desperately wanting to stretch. Usually this is happening either in the back of his car, you laid out along the back seats with your legs in his lap, lifting your hips into his torture, or in his office with you sit pretty on his desk with your legs spread open for his attentions.

Mask kink with Callaghan? Yes. You pretend you don't know him when he strides towards you, having entered your apartment through the balcony. But its not long before you're pressed between his emotionless façade/his body in a sexy long coat, and the the wall with his hips hammering repeatedly, insistently into you. Points if you're exposed and vulnerable but he's fully clothed, fully masked up, fully in control. You cant tell how he's feeling because of the mask, but you can tell he wants to use you and you're more than happy to let him- as long as he likes. Then he guides you to bed and leaves without a damn word

Letting Ratigan take his frustration out on you, just letting him go feral on your cunt/cock. He has you with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth all over you, with your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds away, with your legs spread over his chest as he breeds you thoroughly, on your knees with your mouth stuffed with him- whatever position he can get you in. If you're not a drooling, limp mess by the time he's done then he was holding back.

Slim likes roleplay. Call him Yancy O' Dell, give him those big eyes and let him 'corrupt you'. Let him sweet talk you and promise you you're gonna be a star so long as you stick with him, and lead you away to a dark corner where he can dip his gloved fingers into you. Tell him you've never done this before. Get down on your knees.

Being a 20 year old that Peter mistook for a a child (It was the light) and brought over the Neverland, and catching sight of Hook. You want him immediately and intend to seduce him. He's got a serious case of one-track-mind though and he's been away from other adults so long that he's totally forgotten what lust looks like- so getting him to see you want him to dick you down is harder then you thought. You have to be shameless, you have to be blunt. You have to trail your fingertips up his thigh and practically rub him off before he finally realises what's happening- by which time he's ready to bust a nut in his pants. Lucky for you though, he's got super endurance, so just tell him that you're more than happy to lick him clean, and he's raring to go all over again.

Chick breaks the condom with his excitement about ramming into you but doesn't stop until he's spilling hot, sticky seed inside you. 'A thank you', he calls it. 'For a good time', he says. 'Now you'll have my baby and get famous- you're welcome!'. He's such a dick about it (Whether you're going to take the morning after pill or not), you cant help catching his stupid mouth with yours and fucking him all over again.

Making a deal with Rothbart that if you suck him off, he'll take care of your debts. You end up liking it though?? And getting super turned on??? Was he always this hot or are you just in a slutty mood now? Once he's spent you slowly press kisses on different parts of his body, leading up to his mouth, where you glance slowly into his eyes, looking for his reaction, and when you find arousal?? You kiss him on the lips. He leads you to the ground and you start by grinding against each other, but its not long before you're fucking like desperate, horny teenagers.

Making a deal with Dr Facilier. He takes your soul once you die, and he makes you famous. The two of you slowly grow feelings, but he's too much of a gentleman to make a move on you- you're young, you're beautiful, and you're naked in his squalid apartment. What!? You make your move, and its a success, he shows you pleasures you never experienced before that night, using his tongue as if it were his cock; No one's ever done that to you before, tasted you, but he does it with pleasure and then thanks you.

You go out scouting the area alone with Clayton, disappearing into the jungle, and you decide this is the perfect time to show him that you're not the innocent, shy creature he thinks you are. When you're leaving hot, open mouthed kisses over his clothed cock he certainly realises his mistake, and when his thick hand is lost in your hair as your tongue slithers all over his painfully hard length he calls you a whore. How do you respond? You slide your hand down your pants and start taking care of yourself, too.

Cruella's into degradation. Calls you are a crack-whore, a slut, her bitch (As in dog) with her talons buried knuckle deep inside you/wrapped around your twitching dick. She'll smirk and tell you that you look like a disgusting mess over there, ask you what on earth made you such a desperate sycophant, how you allow your boss to defile you? use you like a mindless sex doll this way?, etc.

The Evil Queen likes to have you under her desk warming her cunt with your mouth while she does miscellaneous paperwork- for hours. Your jaw is going to ache at the end and your own area is going to be aching for attention she may not be bothered to even give back by the end. Good news though? She likes it if you touch yourself. Do struggle to get yourself off, do desperately roll your own meat/push multiple fingers into yourself and moan into her pussy, do grind yourself against her foot. It'll make her smirk and slick some more under your tongue.

Hate sex with Gaston??? YEAH! He's an asshole and you're decidedly 'not belle' and therefore 'not good enough', but he's undeniably hot and you drive him mad not being into him like everyone else in the village and that, inevitably, leads you to be slammed onto a kitchen table. His equipment is ridiculous, its just as monstrous as you might imagine, and he's as strong as an ox with the endurance of an Olympic athlete. You pull his hair and make him growl, and he stretches your thighs painfully far apart so they bruise with his finger marks and the two of you together break that table. Its not the only time it happens and its not even the only table and it is greatly shameful.

Greasy is all over you on a regular day, right? But when you're on your period?? When he can smell the blood and he knows you're weak?? That's when he really goes mad. He knows getting taken care of helps you to not be in pain, too, which just means to him that you're all-the-more likely to let him do whatever he deems fit. He'll fuck you slow and deep, pressing warm kisses everywhere he can reach, and have his fingers at work at the same time, bringing you to a fricken life-changing orgasm. Then he'll do it again. And again. Until you're both exhausted enough to just drop right off to sleep.

Contrarily to Cruella, Hades likes praise. Giving, and receiving. He'll call you his pretty pet, his little princess/prince, fucking perfect, whatever he feels. And in return he likes you to say - whine, scream, moan, cry, - how much better he is than his brother. How Zeus couldn't ever fucking compare, how crazy you are about him, how much you want him. And he'll really respond to that kinda thing, too, fire flickering a hot orange, body getting boiling hot and singing the sheets, getting over-excited to the max. You're gonna end up a sweaty mess, probably with burns on your body, after sleeping with Hades.

Hans likes to make it risky. Public sex is what I'm saying, yeah. He's fucked you missionary under the dinner table with his family literally eating and talking just above him, on the wall just around the corner from the main event at a ball, he's touched you with his hand til you came in your undergarments in a crowded room, and he's even done you in your own bed while a maid was in there cleaning and had to avert their eyes, etc. Yes he just gets worse every time. And when someone actually sees, like that maid or someone heading past you to the bathroom he'll let out the lewdest, most guttural groan yet and cum instantly. Then he's all affectionate with you, asking if you're good and smirking because its almost worse- having someone see the soft stuff afterwards.

Pledge your loyalty to the Horned King and you'll get him so pleased! He'll want you to be his, be his partner. Be with him forever- to love and care for him, to be his person, to take his frustrations out on when he's mad. When this happens you know because his eyes glow a brighter, deeper red and he cant stop glancing over to you, wanting you. Then when you finally get to be alone he's running his hands all over you, and he's gentle- he just wants to know that you're there, with him. When you finally get to the main event, he'll actually guide your hands up to his horns because he knows you like them.

Imagine Jafar shedding his serious, mature, sophisticated persona when he's finally alone with you. That dirty smirk slides across his face and you know he's got plans. He'll say you've been running amuck in his thoughts all day long, now what are you going to do to make it up to him? Hm? You're in for a long dirty night, starting with having his mouth all over you, pressing kisses everywhere through your clothes before he has his tongue at work drawing an orgasm out of you (If anyone on this list genuinely likes how you taste, its Jafar), and ending with you perched in his lap worshipping him. Call him your majesty, call him powerful, inflate his ego and his cock is sure to follow.

(Also side note for Jafar- a thought i've had. Have we considered Naga!Jafar... you know, with two dicks? Okay I'm going to move on now bye- )

Frollo offers you the same deal he offered Esmerelda- except you, accept. Yes, you'll be his dirty little secret hidden away at home. If he wants to go around pretending to be oh-so-holy, and then come home to you and your plans for him- that's fine. You'd love to make this horrible, uptight old man go nuts. Lose his damn mind for your pussy/cock. You'll suck him masterfully for hours, stopping when you know by how hard and hot his length is that he's about to cum, you'll slide your pussy/dick just over where he needs you until he feels crazy, you'll press maddeningly gentle little kisses all over his neck until he's rutting against you. Just, in general? You're going to make him your damn toy.

Being the maid in the Tremaine household and being the Lady's first experience with a female. You were just tidying up her room one evening, after the girls all went to bed, and she was drinking her evening tea watching you. The two of you strike up conversation, which is odd considering the fact that she is a stone cold bitch and oftentimes doesn't even acknowledge your existence in the home. Anyway long story short- you somehow end up straddling her and making out with the older woman. You know you should stop, you should leave, but she's so domineering and her fingers are sliding up your thigh underneath your skirts and you find yourself reaching down to pull her hand right to your private place because you have no self control?? She's not perfect but she has you grinding into her palm in no time, then cumming on her blankets. The next day she acts like nothing happened at all, before telling you that you'll need to do her room again- tonight.

Out of all those losers at the brothel tonight you're really glad you got picked by the old cyborg. This is not 'Silver's' first visit here so you've heard from others that he's kind- and not inexperienced. You're surprised, though, when he really is kind and experienced! The first thing this man does when you get somewhere private is take care of you, dining on your cunt/cock until you keen into his mouth and clutch the bedsheets like they're your lifeline (And that's not easy to do to you). Then he has you on his lap, straddling a thick thigh and asking you to move for him. He calls you love, doll, lass, beautiful and sweetheart. By the time you're done with eachother he tips heavily, winks, and tells you he'll be back for you.

Rourke's favourite thing about you is your legs, and he loves manhandling them. Kicking them apart from behind, stretching one straight up over his shoulder while the other is set to the side so he has room to piston into your dripping entrance, having them hooked over his hips, holding onto your thighs whenever he can, etc.

(Inspired by 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron) Maleficent leading you away from your boyfriend, and literally into the woods, to have her way with you. After all, she can tell you're neglected. He's such an oaf, such a sweaty beast. You need a release, and whats more? You deserve one. She'll take so much better care of you. She'll do things he never does, and she'll do them better then he ever could. She'll take care of you, and she'll enjoy every delicious moment of it. You have a her word, so... come on dear. This way. Just take her hand.

Gothel likes you to be all fucked out, destroyed, by the time she has her turn. Say, by... the Stabbingtons?? Yeah, she'll let them take turns pounding wildly into you, making you Y/N-coloured mush with an about 8 orgasm count already for the night having been taken missionary, from the back and spit-roasted by the behemoth men before she comes and shoos them away. I hope you had your fun, she'll say softly, brushing your hair. But not too much... She adds. Then touches your much-too-over-stimulated body until she can say, thoroughly, that she does what she must to keep her Lovely satisfied.

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Return

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

John meets the entity that have been asking for you, but with a cost.

content warning: violent stabbing, blood, choking on blood.

Deruth and Violan along with their kids stood in front of the mansion to greet their eldest child when they heard of him returning with the bodies of the victims. Violan let out a small gasp, hand covering her mouth when Cale got off his carriage, holding a soaking wet coat that she recognized all too well. After all, it was her that gifted you the coat, welcoming you as a part of the Henituse county back then. 

Cale approached his parents, holding the heavy coat and the hat that still has strands of your hair in it. Basen recognized the coat and hat, having had you wear them whenever you went out with him to have him learn under your wing to handle negotiations outside the duchy.  

"We could only find fifteen out of the seventeen victims," Cale reported, looking over to his father who looked defeated. "We couldn't find Captain John and [Name]."

All of their eyes drifted to the coat in his arms and Cale looked down as well. He looked up at his mother, the corner of her lips pulled down and eyes slightly glossy. "It's... all we could find of her out there."

"Oh, Cale," murmured Violan, placing a hand on her child's shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

Deruth feels ashamed of himself when he looks at his son. He glimmered with joy when Cale was born and looked so much like his mother instead of him and it destroys him when Jour died and left a son that will always remind Deruth of her because they looked so much alike. He couldn't face Cale back then and crumbled underneath his grief. Cale had just lost you after years of knowing and loving each other, having each other's backs knowing you both can always rely on one another.

Cale still stood with his head held high, holding the last part of you that the world had given him the mercy of having. He gets up and does what needs to be done, all by himself and doesn't rely on anyone else to take care of anything.

It's so out of place to see his son now, standing by himself with you nowhere to be seen.

"Why don't you and the kids go and--"

"It's fine," Cale cuts off. "I'll help with the funeral."

Deruth is a little happy that Cale was born and inherited Jour's good traits and none of his bad ones.

Deruth, Cale, Ron, and Hans took care of the funerals for the found victims first, handling the budget and also giving their families some money as comfort although they all know money could never replace a life. Ron found himself distraught at how familiar Cale was with sorting these things, working on them seamlessly, and even helping out Hans to deliver the news to the family as gently as possible, his words coming out almost robotic. A lot of money was taken out to pay compensation for the things lost at the sea though Deruth didn't look too fazed by the numbers Ron wrote after estimating the damages.

Cale did all of this while still going back to the sea with the search squad, hoping to find some hint of you. Rosalyn and Lock finally had the composure to join in, managing to find some of the things that had escaped your suitcase to bring back, a sense of closure overwhelming them all to know they get to keep something you once had. The kids came with him on the last day and resulted in nothing but despair that they had to return home without you, knowing that they have to return home and set up an empty grave for you.

Thankfully, some of your items in your room in the villa were still there, allowing the others to remind themselves of your presence whenever they wished to.

The one to frequent your room was Cale, staying for hours just sitting on your bed and not talking. The kids will accompany him, but most of the time, they see that he needed some time alone and process everything, so the most they'd do is peek at him from your doorway. Then there was Rosalyn, remembering the conversations you would have together in the room and your laughter and then there was Ron, who would come into your room to clean up although there was nothing much to do.

Perhaps thanks to that were the reason why no one shed any tears during your funeral. Everyone had already made peace with your death, especially Cale. The one to give out speeches were Deruth and a formal apology was delivered by Kore, the right hand of the captain for being negligent towards the weather, though it was obvious no one blamed her. Rosalyn stood next to Cale, seeing the man kept his gaze on your name engraved on a stone, face unchanging throughout the whole funeral.

"There was blood in her coat," Cale murmured to Rosalyn, eyes still at the shallow carve of your name on the stone. "She must have been the one to bleed to death."

Rosalyn's heart ached painfully and all she could do was let out a shaky sigh, recalling how Cale informed her how on the first day, a small area of the water was murky with blood but none of the bodies had any open wounds.

"At least she is no longer in pain," Alver says, standing by the other side of Cale, trying his best to ease the unsettling feeling of dread that sits within their chests upon knowing you did not go peacefully. 

Cale did not respond. A painful death was something he always wanted to avoid, hence all this trouble he took to make sure nothing could hurt him and his people, to eradicate all the danger the world could pose to them, but he had failed to remember that no matter how many ancient powers settled inside his flesh and bones, no matter the number of powerful allies he had made, and the many sacrifices he had done, death is inevitable and will always be painful.

The funeral comes to an end at some point – is it bad that he had stopped tuning into the whole ceremony? – and he realized that he must have been standing at the same place like a fool, staring at the carving of your name and holding onto the flowers he had bought on his way to the funeral.

He remembers that you don't have a favorite flower so he relied entirely on the florist to arrange a bouquet based on his request; "I am going to the funeral of a loved one."

The florist was of the Henituse duchy so with a solemn smile, they nodded and began picking out flowers and arranging them together. Cale did not miss how the florist is dressed in black, mourning over the many loss the duchy suffered.

"What kind of person are they? Miss [Name], I mean."

"Loved."

You were loved, not only by him but also by so many people that he silently hoped it was enough to make up for the fact that you didn't receive enough love from your past life. He hoped he have made you feel loved.

"Human?" Raon's timid voice calls for him, pulling him back into reality. He feels the tug on his trousers and remembered he was still standing in front of where you are supposed to be resting — it is empty, you are not there, and he will never find the comfort of having you here — and the kids were still by his side, waiting for him.

Everyone else must have left after seeing he made no move to leave himself. He's grateful that for once, people are feeling pity toward him. The world knows he needs some time alone.

Cale sees the abundance of flowers and trinkets left behind on your and Captain John's headstones. There were many more of those on both of your headstones, perhaps because both of them were empty graves and only serves as memorials. 

Cale got down on one knee, plucking one singular bellflower from the bouquet and then handing the bouquet to the kids. "Do me a favor and gift them to the other graves? We don't want the others to feel left out now, do we?"

The kids glanced at each other for a moment before they turned to look at him, nodding silently. Knowing Cale will need time, they head for the grave furthest away from yours, walking in threes as they decided that it would be better to be with each other instead of separating for now.

Cale turned to you, twirling the bellflower in between his fingertips. "It's a shame you left before we could sort out whatever it was between the two of us."

Cale sat down on the damp grass and ran a finger through the carving of your name, feeling every ridge of the stone as he spells out your name, knowing that if he called out for you now, he could no longer hear your voice, but it doesn't stop him from starting a conversation.

"Tell me, [Name]." Just a murmur of your name was enough to send a stinging pain into his chest. "Had I been more forward about my feelings to you, would it have made you stay?"

"Cale, don't do this again," pleaded the Super Rock. "Stop torturing yourself like this."

"I wanted to be with you," Cale continued. "And I think that's where I ruined things for us — for you."

Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse had many things in common – one of them is the fact that the world will always take whoever they loved, and another was that despite that fact, they have never once regretted loving that person.

"I'm sorry," he managed to whisper, placing the bellflower he had been twirling all this time on the smooth top surface of your headstone.

"I... love you."

The words come out flat, forced as if he couldn't bear to say them. The confession feels useless now that the object of his affection has died and he is speaking to an empty grave.

A dark talon appeared and carefully placed a white asphodel next to Cale's bellflower. The redhead looked up to see his kids, the three of them with solemn expressions as they stare at the headstone of their late friend. They have finished distributing the flowers to each grave as he asked them to, leaving the last flower for you.

"Good job," Cale praised them with a small smile.

Raon settled on Cale's lap while the two children sat on either side of him, staring at your headstone with flushed faces and red-rimmed eyes. 

"She's going to be all fine, wherever she is now," Cale reassured them, rubbing circles on Hong's back.

"Where is she now?" Ohn asked quietly, leaning towards Cale's side and gripping his coat. She feels like a child and she could not handle the thought of not being one, to shoulder the grief alone and be strong like the man currently being her pillar. 

"Somewhere peaceful," Cale answers. He doesn't believe in the concept of Heaven and Hell and he's not going to start now. "Somewhere we can't follow."

"I hope she's happy there."

Cale hums. "She's probably nagging at us right now for sitting on the grass with our good suits on."

The flowers lay limp on the cold surface of your headstone, slowly withering as each hour pass by with the four of them chatting together in front of your grave.

Weeks passed after the funeral. It takes time for everyone to adjust to the absence of you in the duchy but they got around it in no time and went back to work. 

Cale had begun to stay over at the Super Rock Villa instead of the Duke's estate a few days after the funeral, taking the kids along as they began to properly process their loss. Your death had affected their sleep, with the worst case being Ohn's constant midnight breakdowns whenever she had to face the fact that you are no longer alive.

It made sleeping difficult for Hong and Raon, so Cale had to set up a routine for Ohn and himself to walk around the villa and sit down in the drawing room to let Ohn talk about her feelings. She'll talk about you and her regret of not stopping you that night until she's tired and Cale would pick her up and tuck her in so she could have a comfortable night's sleep.

As for Cale himself...

"Cale-nim?"

Rosalyn pushed open the door of your bedroom, seeing Cale sitting on the chair of the small table you and Rosalyn would occupy to have tea and snacks. It is no longer a surprise for everyone in the villa to find Cale inside your room at odd times. He would sit inside with a candle lit on the table, casually reading your letters and other writings over and over again.

"Miss Rosalyn," Cale greeted, briefly lifting his gaze to look at the red-haired mage. "We meet again."

The two of them had been developing a bad habit of visiting your room whenever they were having trouble sleeping, though Rosalyn would say Cale's case was much worse than hers seeing as whenever Rosalyn would make a small visit to your room, she would always smell the scent of wax and smoke from the candle Cale always brings with him.

"We should start meeting like normal people," Cale continued, returning to your writings. "During daytime with proper lighting."

"Then it's best for you to head to your chambers, Cale-nim," Rosalyn says, eying how short the candle Cale has and how the wax that surrounds it has lumped into quite the size. He had been in here for a while.

"I suppose you're right." Without putting up a fight, Cale gathers the papers and lifts the candle holder, storing your letters back into your drawers. This only strengthen Rosalyn's suspicions that he had been here for a long time.

"Have a good night's rest, Miss Rosalyn," he murmured when he passed by her, not making a comment about the dark circles under her eyes and the way her face had sunken, no doubt the effects of grief.

The others find the time to visit and bask in what little trace you have to help them move on properly, but no one could defeat Cale's constant longing to be surrounded by you. He was the most frequent visitor of your room, going through your belongings simply to make sure they are still there — many worry it was becoming an obsession more than helping him heal.

Cage hears the click of your door for the first time today and pursed her lips into a thin line, sharing a look with the Sun Twins. Jack glanced up at the stairways, worry spread across his kind face while Hannah leans back to the couch, hands folded in front of her chest. They couldn't do much but let the man grieve, afraid of offending him if they were to try and have him stop visiting your room.

"Miss Cage."

Cage turned to look at the old butler, slightly surprised to see the man there. He fished out a sealed letter from the inside pocket of his vest, the wax that seals the letter bearing no insignia, but the handwriting that spells out Cage's name was enough for them all to know who was the sender.

"Miss [Name] instructed me to give this to you once things have settled down," he said while brushing down his vest. 

He initially wanted to deliver the letter after everyone had finally made peace with your death but by the looks and habits they've all been developing, Ron recognizes that it would be too long. He decided now that everyone was no longer in hysterics and was processing everything in their ways, it would be better to finally do your last wishes instead of holding onto them.

"What?" Cage asked, slightly spooked. "Did she know she was going to–"

"No," Ron answers, his voice slightly hoarse as he remembers your resolution to leave that night. "It would be better for you to read the letter she had left first before coming to me for anything you'd like to ask."

"Cage," Hannah calls, moving from the couch to sit beside Cage, Jack following along. "Open it"

Cage stare at your handwriting, her gut swirling with a feeling that made her want to throw up. She opens the letter and took out the paper inside, her heart immediately wrecking at seeing your handwriting. She wonders if this was what Cale feels whenever he reread your writings and if it was some sort of self-torture he does.

Cage focuses back to read your letter out loud for everyone in the room. 

In the letter, you confessed to feeling out of place and having no purpose after the war. You told her of the voices you had started to have in your head, urging you to leave them all and promising to lead you where you can find your purpose. Every time the voice speaks to you, you experienced heavy headaches and sometimes it was to the point of nosebleeds and nearly passing out.

"You might find me ridiculous for following a voice inside my head," Cage cited your letter. "But they sounded very familiar, like someone from my past life, and that frightens me. I suspect it is some type of God. Was it like this for you whenever you speak with the God of Death? It is very painful."

"During the day of the picnic, the voice told me to sail furthest away from the continent to find him. I find him, I find myself."

The extremely salty taste that lingers in his mouth and throat was the thing that greeted him when he was finally conscious. He opens his eyes and finally acknowledged that he was suffocating, chest filled with something that made him want to gag and throw up, so he did.

He coughs and forced himself to throw up whatever it was that was suffocating him and water spurts out of his throat and mouth in large quantities to the point he had to roll over and coughed them onto the sand to prevent himself from swallowing more water.

John dug his fingers into the warm sand and let himself cough out water until the weight on his chest lessen and he was no longer suffocating. Finally feeling better, he drops his back again to the sand and looks up at the bright sky. He stared at the floating clouds and the clear sky, needing a few seconds to process the fact that the pain in his throat and the sting of wounds around his body was enough proof that he hasn't died yet and this was not the afterlife.

He sat up, looking around the place he was in, figuring he must have washed up here, but for the love of Gods could not remember that an island existed close enough near the waters where the ship sunk.

John saw that the place he had washed up in did not have a beach that immediately connects to the sea, instead, the corners of the island had boulders and trees that curled up like a shallow bowl, sheltering him inside the island.

'How did I end up here?' John thought with a frown, looking around to see if there was a beach he could have missed but found more boulders and trees. In fact, the place seemed so green. There are trees, flowers, and moss growing nearly everywhere and John had half the mind to assume this must be an undiscovered island, seeing as everything was overtaken by nature.

Only then did he notice the sand that was beside him was slightly dyed red and it seemed something or someone had been dragged around until they got out of the sand deeper into the island, leaving a small trail of blood behind them.

John looks around the place once more before he followed the trail, his instinct screaming at him to go back and stay, but he continued walking. As he walks, the trees and hanging vines felt like they were beginning to close on him and he hurried his steps, walking until he came across an entrance of a ruin, the moss and vines that grows on the cobblestones ruining the structure. There are a few hanging vines that block the entrance like a small curtain.

John could see from the outside that the structure in front of him resembled a great hall of some sort, some of the roof destroyed and falling into it, sunlight striking the inside of the ancient hall to show John that the inside had a stone altar and a bundle of vines on top of it.

A hand slipped from the bundle of vines and John's eyes widened, now realizing that it was a body that was being dragged by the vines, half of its body hanging by the altar as they were being pulled to be placed on top of it.

A pale, familiar face and the [h/l] [h/c] hair was enough for John to rush inside.

"[Name]—!"

John rushed to your side, cupping your face with one hand and feeling the coldness of your skin, a grim reminder that you were simply just a corpse. He dug into the sheath strapped to his thighs and took out a knife. He cut away the vines surrounding you, not knowing what they were planning for you but he was determined to not have them desecrate your body.

It seemed with each vine cut, two more would grow and just as he was wondering what type of creature this was, he felt an excruciating pain in his back and chest. He gasped, clawing at the vine that had impaled him from the back, finding it ridiculously hard like steel. Blood spewed out from the corner of his mouth when thorns grew from the vine, doubling his agony.

"I knew you'd come."

The voice appears again in John's head and he realized in horror that they were brought here by the bastard.

"Y-you..." John tried to formulate his words but he dropped to his knees, tearing himself apart as the thorns damaged his stab further.

"You wouldn't bring her to me, so I had to do it myself," the voice continued, venom in its tone. 

John collapsed on the ground, one hand holding onto your arm. He leaned to the altar and began to feel himself choke on his blood. "N-no, [Name]—"

"Rest easy, my friend." 

John looked up to the destroyed roof of the ancient building, the sun blinding him and he could only think of how sorry he was to know Kore, his right-hand woman would not find his body and your own family's sadness to not find yours as well.

John's vision which had been blinded temporarily by the sunlight suddenly recovered and he realized that it was because something had blocked the sun. The vines have merged into forming a human-like silhouette that wore a hood, made entirely of thorned vines and flowers scattered here and there, its size similar to second-story inns.

"I've waited for so long." John could have sworn the voice speaks with so much more emotion this time as if they were holding back from saying too much.

The humanoid creature leaned down, a few tendrils of vine shooting out to your body.

"My daughter has returned to me."

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HEYO!! the name's is Renn!!

In 18 use they/them pronouns make art, write things, and overall is just trying to disappoint god (its going well so far)

this is my writing blog where I will mainly post things about various fic's I'm working on (if I post em lmao)

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current works in progress;

When We Make It To The Other Side - journey to the west story (this link brings you to the # on my blog) Sun Wukong x oc

The Sweetness of Rot - Lego monkie kid story/fanfic (dead dove not for the faint of heart) dad wukong

This Never Ending Nightmare We Must Call Life - little nightmares (dead dove, lots of gaslighting lmao) Thin Man x oc

Creature series - Moon Knight, four fic's total wounded dove, Khonshu x oc

Let me give the Wold to You - dragon ball super, Beerus adopts a kid (dead dove, not for the faint of heart)

The Will of Gods and Monsters - hellsing ultimate Alexander Anderson x oc and The Captain (Hans Gunsche) x oc. super dead dove, nazi's, child experimentation all the worst of the world (lol)

If You're not Made for Me, Why did We Fall in Love - demon slayer (kny) the little mermaid au with my oc Ryoka x prince Rengoku Kyojuro

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The Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath

Summary: Hell wasn’t like you pictured… Instead of flames, screams, and endless torture you had to go through a trial held by seven faceless figures. A trial that was bound to decide your eternity. An eternity that could either be suffering or fully enjoying yourself to the end of the days.

“I’m a filthy whore” You confess promptly.

The trial begins… And you better hope you’re a hell of a sinner.

Intro || Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Seungmin || Jeongin

WC: ~5,3 K

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem! Reader (Feat. Bang Chan)

Warnings: Sex toys, Spread bar, Filming, Pet names (Baby boy, Doll), Humiliation/Degradation, Edging, Power Play (?), Exhibitionism, Language, Fuckthroat

 " You knew exactly what you were getting into... Don't fight it, doll "

    You don't know how having a hand around your neck, burying your face into the mattress while your arms are pinned behind your back is considered fighting.

Perhaps, if he had said it a few minutes ago, when you tried to run; when you struggled to get away from his grip, believing you could overpower him... But no. Minho chooses to say it now; when wriggling and trashing around had become things meant to stay in the past. He straddles your ass, using his full weight to keep you in place, and fighting him starts to sound like a good old joke told too many times. Yet, he likes to remind you that he still finds it funny, that he got off on you being powerless underneath him, obliged to take whatever he felt like giving you.

    A smack in the ass, an intrusive finger pumping inside you, or being used as a fuckdoll for him to hump and rut. You would take it all and a bit more if he wanted you to. But you would never let him know that you would do it willingly.

    " You don't own me " Your voice is muffled but he can still understand you.

    " Yeah? " His tone is sugar-sweet; as if he is talking to a child that is babbling some cute gibberish. The hand on your hair pulls it toward him instead of pushing you further, and your back arches at an uncomfortable angle. Your complaint falls on deaf ears, " Does it look like you're in charge here? " He snickers; lips curling in a smile that is so smug that you want to wipe it off of his face.

    You can't; not with your hands tied.

    " No .  It looks like you're jealous 'cuz you can't fuck me right, so I have to fuck other guys to make up for it " So instead, you use your words.

    But at what cost?

    " I can't fuck you right? " His voice drips with a hint of a warning, like unknown waters that might be too dangerous to sail. He leans further as if he is prowling, preparing himself to pounce you. The air catches inside your throat, and you wonder if you had ever felt this small and defenseless under someone else. Your heart bursts inside your chest, thumping in your ears. Your body acknowledges itself as the prey but you're neither fighting nor flighting; you're enjoying it, " Are you sure you wanna play this game with me, doll? " He sounds like he is giving you one last chance to get on his good side. 

    However, he doesn't fool you this time. 

    Whenever Minho offers you some kindness, some hope to get a flash of his good side, he has wicked intentions. Sometimes, he'll mock how innocent you are; how much you trust him, even though he treats you like nothing more than his fuckdoll. Other times, he'll let you taste it. His gentle touches, his soft lips... Such a sweet kiss, such wonder in his eyes... And then, he'll leave all that behind, offering you a twisted smile as he smacks your ass or chokes you for a bit. He will say that fooling you is like taking candy from a baby; that the baby might make it harder for him.

    " What game? " You raise your eyebrow, looking at him through the mirror, " I'm just saying that he gives me what I want, he makes me cum... Which is a concept that you don't seem to grasp " The captain must go down with the ship, right? And his smile goes down with you, drowned by the perspective of you being a brat.

    " You fucking little whore " He spits, getting off of you, and walking to his wardrobe. Your eyes follow his every step, and you flood with a mix of excitement and curiosity, " Do you think he can fuck you better than me? That anyone else could melt your brains away the way I do? That I don't fuck you good enough, even when you're screaming my name and begging me to keep going, to cum inside? " His words come one right after the other; no pauses, no breaths taken.

    You can hear the anger building up, his face flushing, his eyes narrowing in your direction; his veins popping. When he stops talking, his jaw locks and his apple wobbles up and down, as if he is trying to regain some of his cool. His eyes dive into yours. You try not to make any sudden movements, staying still, holding the same position he left you in: Stomach down, hands on your back, and legs spread apart.

    Usually, he would contemplate your figure for a few seconds; hand hovering over countless toys, considering his options. His fingers would brush a dildo here and there, studying the texture and the shapes. Then, he would caress a whip or two, holding it and testing it in the air, on the walls, making you flinch with its snap. Finally, he would meet your gaze, attentive to your every reaction, until he could detect the slightest change in your mien, a subtle twitch of your muscles. And he would take whatever made you most anxious, most horny, and torture every single sense of yours before ruining you for the day.

    He doesn't do this tonight.

    Minho doesn't look back once as he settles for the spreading bar; his grip so tight that his tips turn white. He closes his wardrobe with a  Bang!  and turns around to make his way back to you. Without notice, his arm hooks under your knee to manhandle you into another position. He rolls you to your back, your head pending outside the bed, before locking your wrists together; the spreading bar under your knees, forcing your legs to bend in the air. You feel a breeze kissing your folds. The acknowledgment of being exposed and vulnerable for him to use you however he wanted makes you clench around nothing.

    He notices.

    " And I don't fuck you good enough " He sneers; hand reaching for his belt to loosen it before he pulls it in one go, the leather sliding its way out with a zip.

He doesn't say another word as he rolls up his belt but his eyes don't drift away for a second. Your gaze is fixed on his. Something about it makes you feel like a fish, swimming into a net that you will never be able to get rid of. As he keeps his pace slow, taking his sweet time with building you up and rolling up his belt as tight as possible, you begin to feel smaller. Suddenly, you're a fly, caught by a spider's web; small, defenseless, and undoubtedly screwed. It's only when you dare to look at his hands, follow the veins that go all way up to his arms, that the belt unfolds itself, hitting your cunt and ass at the same time in a whipping motion.

    You wince in pain, shrieking into the silence.

    " What? Cat got your tongue? " He asks when you don't make mention to talk back to him, to protest over his behavior. Your body quivers as you try to relax your muscles, to rest your hips instead of bucking them forward, to try and close your legs instead of spreading them further apart, " Or is it that you like it? " You're caught red-handed, and there is no way to escape your fate. His eyes study yours through the mirror for a minute, and he hums in appreciation as he rolls the belt up again, his pace faster than before, " Does it feel good? " He is obnoxious about it; eyebrows arching in mockery and eyes glinting with a wicked joy before it all dies down, and his face becomes stern.

    Minho doesn't seem to be enjoying the moment when he raises his arm, bending his wrist as if he was a maestro conducting a masterpiece. When the belt cuts the air for the second time, it hits you much harder than before. It whacks your flesh and draws a howl out of you, a result of a mix of pain and pleasure, but it doesn't even earn you a smirk or a sneer from him. You whimper pathetically, and your folds clench and release at the feeling, at the humiliation of being the only one affected by this, by being affected at all. His eyes burn you, and you watch him staring at your heat with unimpressed interest as his thumb comes to meet your clit, rubbing it messily. You moan and wriggle, trying to give him better access but failing as the spread bar restrains your movements.

    " Feels good, hm? " He answers it for you, a hint of irony in the air, " But still, I don't fuck you good enough " The reminder is bitter, and he spits the words as his face twists with disgust and discontent. You whimper as his thumb dives into your hole, and he caresses your walls with a circular motion. He nods in fake understanding, " 'Cuz he makes you cum, right? " He smears your juices up and down before his thumb goes back to your clit and his belt is set aside for him to shove two fingers inside of you. 

    He pumps them in and out, circling your clit at the same time and adding a third finger just for fun, to watch you cry out his name. He doesn't seem to be putting any effort into it but it wouldn't be long before you came on his fingers.

You could feel it coming.

    " 'Cuz that's such a  hard  thing to do " The venom dripping from his words intoxicates you but not as much as your orgasm building up, not as much as the way he disdains you. The groan falling from your lips is unapologetic. You moan his name and thrust your hips forward, to meet his knuckles midway, to get more and more of what he was offering you. And nothing he offered, "But  I guess I just don't grasp that concept " This time, you can hear the amusement in his voice when he slides his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and on edge, " Maybe he can enlighten me? " As if on cue, Chan's icon flashes on your screen. The mockery in Minho's tone hardens and shapes as aversion, " Or maybe it's time to teach him a thing or two " His eyes darken as he reaches for your phone.

    " I'll be there in five, baby " Chan's voice echoes in the room as Minho puts him on speaker.

    " Five?   I take my sweet little time with sluts like her,  mate " His tone is heavy with sarcasm as he mimics Chan's Australian accent. There is a pause on the other end, a lack of reaction that seems to please Minho, " And when I finish with her, she won't be up for a second round " With only one hand left, Minho folds his belt messily but proceeds to smack your cunt anyway. You moan in response, loudly; mind hazed by the perspective of being heard by someone else, by someone who was on his way to fuck you right now, " Some of us know how to properly use a fuckdoll " He continues, and Chan finally reacts, clearing his throat.

    " Who's that? " He asks warily.

    " Why does it matter? " The answer is simple but effective. Chan keeps silent, not knowing what else to say, " What you should be asking yourself,  mate , is why she doesn't sound like that with you " This time, Chan scoffs on the other side, and Minho whacks your cunt again, to remind him who had the cards.

    " She's much louder when she's with me " He sneers, smugness overflowing with his words.

    "That's because you're not fucking her right" Minho doesn't hesitate to wipe off the superiority the other man felt, " If you did, you'd know that when she's truly gone, she can't say a word... She just moans like a bitch in heat, and then cries, and cries, and cries... And then she drools all over herself... And she convulses... Then she just stays there, trembling and taking whatever you give her until she passes out, like a good girl " You gulp down, very aware that Chan never got you to that point and Minho did.  Every time .

    " I-, I... " You can almost see Chan opening and closing his mouth, at a loss for words.

    " Yeah " Minho agrees, scornfully, " But I can't get into it when she's spoiled by someone else, and instead of the perfect little whore I trained her to be, she becomes a fucking brat " Minho slides his finger through your screen, and more light is cast over his face, " So here's the deal: You're gonna pull over, and I'm gonna teach you how to treat a fuckdoll, buddy. Then, we're gonna share her. One at a time, both... It doesn't matter, as long as I don't have a brat to tame when I come home " He directs your camera directly at your dripping cunt, and you can hear Chan shifting on his seat, " Do we have a deal? "     For the first time tonight, Minho seems to get calm.

    On the other hand, Chan loses his shit.

    " I-I'm here " He gasps, and you can hear him pulling over, " Can I come up? S-should I come up? " His breath is uneven, and it's clear that he is agitated, that this is his first time doing anything remotely similar to this, " She looks... " He lets the sentence hang in the air, as if he is thinking about what was the right thing to say, or as if he recognizes how pathetic he sounds, " Do you fuck her like this? " He asks abruptly, disoriented, and the soft humming that follows his question tells you that he is palming himself over his pants.

    " Ease " Minho scoffs, and Chan seems to get quiet on the other side, " Good boy " He teases, but Chan doesn't react to it. At least, not vocally, " You'll stay there. I need you focused on my voice, okay? Watch closely and learn... And try not to cum in your pants. You'll need that cum to fill her up later, alright? " Chan mutters a quiet  yes  through the line ,  voice breaking, " For Lord sake's, get a hold of yourself " Minho rolls his eyes, skirting around the bed while filming you.

    " Yes, Sir ," Chan says promptly, trying to be sterner.

    " You talk like you want to be my fuckdoll too " Minho jokes, his words mingling with his chuckles. When he doesn't get any back, he pauses, giving Chan enough time to react. He doesn't, and Minho's eyes darken, " Do you? " Dangerous, familiar tone. It makes you shiver in expectation.

    " No, Sir! " He blurts out, startled, " I'm just... I've never... This is new to me " He mutters quietly.

    " That's why you're gonna stay in that car and jerk off, baby boy " Minho's instruction is filled with amusement, and there is another pause as he waits for the zipping sound of Chan opening his pants, "That's it..." He approves before finally directing some of his attention to you, " Now, take your notes... That's how she treats a real man " He smiles to himself, flashing his cock in front of your eyes and letting it hover over your face for a second.

    The air catches inside your lungs, and your lips tremble as you try to breathe again. The warmth emanating from his hardened, throbbing dick, and the smell of precum and something else hit you like a truck. You exhale shakingly. Your head feels heavy, and all the blood flowing to your brain seems to get stuck. Your lips are numb, fuller, and plumper... Yet, your mouth feels emptier than ever, drier. You're thirsty. He knows it. You see it in his eyes as he studies your face, as he watches your throat clenching for him. You gulp down carefully, afraid of stirring him up in any way, afraid of being told you don't deserve it, that you can't have it.

    The respect, the urges, the fears... He sees it; he rewards it.

    " She doesn't get to say what she wants... " He rubs his tip over your lips, using it as lipstick. It was ridiculous. Still, it turned you on, " 'Cuz she doesn't know it, does she? " He pouts at you, mockingly, and you nod your head side to side to comply with his wishes, " We know what she wants. We know what she needs. We know when to give it to her. And she doesn't have a saying in that " He explains patiently, moving past your lips to push quietly against your teeth, inviting himself in, " Just the tip " He instructs mindlessly, and you engulf his head promptly, but nothing more.

    Minho reaches for your throat, his fingers caressing the skin, following each bulge until your collarbone. Then, he presses his palm over your neck, positioning his hand as if he was about to choke you. He hums in appreciation when he feels your muscles tensing, putting a little bit of pressure when you try to gulp down and your cheeks threaten to hollow, to suck him without his permission. He slides into your mouth in slow motion, overflowing with composure, and you feel each inch of his skin caressing your tongue until he reaches for the back of your throat, blocking your airways. While choking you, his hand constricts the walls of your throat, tightening them around his cock. Judging by the way he clears his throat with a fake, raspy cough, he loves the feeling.

    " Remind her of her place " Minho goes back to his lessons, retracting his hand to admire the bulge on your throat, " Do you see that? " He pulls back, his fingers pressing the skin where his tip should be in, following his motion, " She can take it " He pushes all the way in, fingers outlining the bulge forming again, " She might say she can't but she always doe s" He slides out but, this time, when he thrusts back in, it's not a demonstration. He grunts with the sensation, " And she loves being reminded that we know better than her "   His voice is unsteady, on the verge of breaking into an animalistic growl.

    " Hmm-hmpf " Your throat flutters around him, and that's enough for him to snap.

    Your phone is dropped to your stomach as his hand finds your collarbone, supporting himself there as he fucks your mouth vehemently. His grunts and groans flood the room, and your pathetic muffled whimpers follow each one of his thrusts. Breathless, you choke on your own as he keeps assaulting your mouth; throat hollowing as it clenches around his dick. He laughs and moans, incredulity washing over him when your tongue embraces him, pulling and pushing to add the last bit of stimuli he needed. He grabs the sides of your head, searching for his release mercilessly; faltering when you try to swallow on nothing, pushing him to his limit.

    " Fuck " He grunts when hot, white loads splurt into you with no warning.

    He pushes himself all the way in, holding your head in place as he stops moving. You welcome his seed eagerly but gag around his cock as soon as it hits your throat. The fluttering brings his cum back to your mouth, filling it up until it invades your nose. You tear up, trying to pull away but he keeps you in place, humming about how well you're taking it. He picks up your phone, and Chan's voice isn't muffled anymore. His moans are loud and desperate enough for him to get caught by anyone passing by. His hand moves fast but sloppily, and you can tell he is getting closer to his own high. 

    " Don't " Minho warns him as he pulls out, finally letting you breathe. You choke on the air coming in; the eagerness to fill your lungs up acting as your own enemy. You choke on the cum coming out of your nose, on the cum you swallowed along with the air. You cough and blow so much that you almost miss Chan's pathetic whine, that you almost miss Minho's threatening order, " I said don't " He repeats himself, and this time Chan whimpers and cries but obeys.

    " Sorry " He mutters breathlessly; his voice breaking with the urge of finishing what he started.

    " Tell her she looks pretty " He instructs.

    " You're gorgeous, baby " He breathes out, and you can hear the tired smile in his tone.

    " Tell her she did well " Minho licks his lips, watching Chan's fucked out form on the camera.

    " You did great, baby... So good for him " He breathes in, voice shaky and tormented by what he couldn't have.

    " That's it... " Minho approves, studying the screen with renewed interest, " You're such a good boy " His tone shifts to a hungrier one, and you catch the mischievous glint in his eyes when Chan clears his throat, uncomfortable at how he felt by the remark, " Obedient... Desperate... Weak... " Minho licks his lips, " I think that's enough for today. You look tired. We wouldn't want to push your limits, right? " Chan's answer is meek and uncertain, " Right... " Minho smiles sultrily, ulterior motives flashing on his mien, " You have so much to learn yet... And we need to set some boundaries, don't we? For our next session " Chan nods quietly, blushing at the veiled, suggestive offer.

    " I'm still here, you know? " You huff, bothered by the fact that it was over, and you didn't get the attention you deserved.

    Minho slowly lowers his gaze to you.

    His eyes tell you that he doesn't like your remark, and he doesn't bother to answer you as he frees your wrists and ankles. However, before you can rub the sensitive skin, Minho rolls you onto your stomach again. You flinch, startled by the violence with which he bends your arms behind your back, hands on your elbows, and locks them again with the spread bar. Then, he sets himself between your legs, pulling them apart as further as possible before bending your knees and locking your ankles so your feet would stay up, your cunt on full display.

    Minho gets off of the bed, walking to his wardrobe for the second time tonight. You watch as he picks up a dildo that you particularly like: A fat, crystal-pink rabbit vibrator. He teases your entrance with the tip, smearing your juices up and down before finally putting it in. Even without him turning it on, the pressure on your clit is delicious. The position you're fixed in makes it hard for your body not to wobble by itself, searching for some balance. Your lips are slippery, your wetness makes it impossible for the toy not to glide over your clit, adding a stimulus that doesn't take long to mess with your senses.

    You search for him with glossy eyes as you wait for the device to be turned on, for him to torture you a little more. He doesn't. Minho walks out of the room. He leaves the door open, and you watch him through the mirror as he makes his way to the front door, unlocking it. He carefully opens the door, not too much; just enough for someone who's passing by on the hallways to be able to see the state that you're in. You gulp down, watching as he comes back, making a point not to close the door to his bedroom. He patiently goes for your phone, filming you as he skirts around the bed, registering the glimpse of a hallway in the corner before he sits down, clicking his tongue and relishing the moment.

    " I'll reward you for being such a good boy, Chris " He talks as if he believes he is being benevolent,        " You'll come up and you'll fuck her as hard as you want, for as long as she can take. I don't want you to stop until she's filled with cum. And I want it to be messy. I want it spilling from her, and I want you fucking it into her again, and again until this bitch passes out " Minho pauses, attentive to steps outside that seem to be getting closer. 

    They stop.

    You assume they're waiting for the elevator.

    Minho assumes that the situation isn't exhilarating enough as it is.

    He turns on the device, turning the speed a notch before you have the chance to get used to the feeling. A soft moan escapes from you, and you pray for it to be quiet enough to not be heard. Minho increases the intensity. You bite your lower lip until you draw blood from it, your moan strangled in your throat and your whimpers and cries bobbling up and down your chest. He watches as you struggle to shift your position, seesawing until you finally manage to bury your teeth into the mattress, flattening your tongue on it to muffle your howling.

    The tears run down your face freely. The pleasure is too much to take; all that trashing around adds to the friction on your clit, pushing you to the edge. Your breathing becomes sharp and erratic, your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and your chin quivers as your mouth opens to let out a broken mewl. The sound is raspy but long, breathless, and utterly pathetic. It's not loud enough to echo in the hallways but is loud enough to evoke Minho from his chair. He gets up and grabs the toy, moving it in a circular motion. You throw your head back and your tongue out, spasming uncontrollably as you feel a knot forming inside you, ready to snap. Before it does, Minho pulls the toy until only the tip is left inside.

    The stimulation on your clit ceases but you still feel the vibrations crawling their way up to your core, loosening every soft spot on the way. You try to regain some self-control, to remind yourself that there is someone down the hallways, that being heard by them would be so embarrassing, so humiliating... What if they got worried over you screaming? What if they burst into the bedroom just to find you in that state? What would they think? What would they do? How would you stop yourself from cumming then? How would you not beg for more? What would Minho do? Would he let them fuck you? Would Chan join them? Would the three of them use you?

    " A-Ahn " You try to buck your hips against the dildo, trying to get it back inside you, " Turn it off " You beg, despite your attempts, " Please, turn it off " You twitch at the perspective of Minho ignoring your pleas, thrusting the toy back into you, turning it up to the highest setting.

    " I thought you wanted the attention " He mentions casually; finger caressing your inner thighs with a feather-like pressure.

    " Minho " Your voice shakes, as a warning. Your eyebrows knit together in suffering pleasure, and your lips quiver as you try to hold your voice back, " Please " You beg, meeting his eyes through the mirror for just a second before yours roll back, responsive to the way your walls are being massaged relentlessly.

    " Of course, Doll " The sympathy in his tone is performative, and so is his offended look; hand brought to his chest, " Is that what you want? " Minho sets the vibrator to its highest setting but he doesn't push it back in. You dig your nails into your skin, tensing up your muscles as you wait for the inevitable, " Or do you want me to stop? " You don't. You do. You don't. You can't answer him, " I see... " The elevator rings in the hallway. He smiles, turning off the device before he slowly slides it in.

    Saved by the bell.

    You breathe heavily, your chest going up and down as you shove your face into the mattress. Your body twitches involuntarily now and then, reminding you of the pressure on your clit. You welcome and despise the feeling all at once; aware that it's satisfying but not enough to fulfill you, to placate your urge to be used and railed. You curse yourself for fighting back your pleasure, for missing what could have been the best orgasm of your life. Then, Chan swears on the other side, his voice so helpless that you know he is ready to give you what you want.

    " Chris, why aren't you here yet? " You deliberately turn your face to the camera, big doe eyes begging for him, " I want you inside me " Your voice is needy, and he can't help but answer you eagerly.

    " He didn't tell me- " Chan doesn't get to finish his sentence.

    " And what's the fun in that? " Minho asks in such a dominating tone, that your eyes shift to him, expectant, " The door is open, baby boy...  Figure it out " He scoffs, eyebrow arching in mockery. He pauses, studying you as if he is evaluating the situation, " But hurry... " Minho takes off his shirt and shoves it inside your mouth, turning the vibrator back on and smiling when you moan, startled, " She might not endure it much longer " With that said, the vibrations increase to the highest.

    And he's right.

    You don't endure it much longer.

    When your body convulses and a borderline scream leaves your lips, you're not in his bed anymore.

    " Not guilty " Minho growls as he throws you to Felix's feet, walking back to his desk. Chan licks his lips as he watches you trembling, sitting down and trying to subtly hump the Demon's shoe. Felix huffs, pushing you with his leg, ordering you to pay attention, " Not even close " Wrath spits, his face morphing into a grimace.

    " I'm sorry " You breathe out, throat so dry that you sound husky, " I swear I'll do better " The promise grants you a chuckle, and you try to identify where it comes from before one of the shadows shift.

    " No pride... " They sound marveled, intrigued, " I like that " You hear the approval in their tone, the interest, and you can almost feel it burning your skin, " I bet she won't satisfy me... They never do " Little by little, the shadows start to clog up, solidify, and you meet a pair of eyes that look too soft, too warm to say something like this.

    " Pride " You greet, staring as Seungmin smirks at you; a face that belongs to him but with a way too wicked expression to be Seungmin's.

    " Come here, Darling " He smiles, bracing himself on the desk. Other than that, he doesn't move a finger, waiting for you to walk his way, " That's right... Now suck on my fingers, will you? " Above you, his gesture is delicate and unhurried, his hand hovering over the edge.

    You scowl, upset by the request but not finding yourself in a position to object to it. Your fingers caress his, uncertainty painting your manners, but his amused eyes keep fixed on your as you try to reach for him. You tiptoe, struggling to close the gap between both of you, the height being too much of an obstacle. It doesn't help that he doesn't stretch his arm or arch over the desk. 

    " Use your tongue " He suggests calmly, tilting his head to admire your efforts, getting off on the way your shoes slip every time you try to climb the bench. You do as he says. His smile grows, morphing into a twisted grin, " She's just a whore! " He laughs, delighted, and retracts his hand to put an end to his teasing, " With no self-respect " Pride points out; glowing eyes trapping you inside them.

And then, your body falls like dead meat. 

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Star Wars Masterlist

Generation of the Republic

[Tales of the Jedi, Prequels, The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch]

"Guilt" Obi-Wan Kenobi Drabble

Obi-Wan reflects on the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn

Warning: Canon-consistent graphic descriptions of death/injuries

"Irrational" Korkie Kryze Drabble

Korkie begins to wonder if Aunt Satine is hiding something concerning his heritage.

"Handprint" Ahsoka Tano Drabble

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Hands

Warning: blood, mentions of injuries

"Lost" Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Oneshot

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Lost

Warning: dark, it’s the Zygerria arc

"Dreams" Commander Blitz Drabble 

Commander Blitz fears he’s going mad. 

Warning: mentioned suicide of an unnamed character

"Nightmares" Captain Rex Drabble 

For Febuwhump - Day 4 - Nightmares

Warning: mentions of slavery, death, depression

"Closer" Kit Fisto Drabble 

For: Febuwhump Day 9: Kidnapped

Warning: restraints, references to torture, mental manipulation

Character x Character

"Caf" Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi Drabble

Commander Fox reflects on his relationship with Senator Chuchi

"Dream" Lux Bonteri x Steela Garrera Drabble

Lux is haunted by the memories of Steela’s demise

Warning: character death

"Determination" Bo-Katan Kryze x Commander Cody Drabble

When Obi-Wan goes to Concordia to search for Death Watch, Cody accompanies him.

Reader Insert

"Eyes" Cad Bane x Reader Drabble

The reader reflects on their relationship with the bounty hunter Cad Bane.

Relationship: Unspecified (but leaning more toward potentially romantic)

"Monster" Captain Rex x Reader Drabble

Looking for a guide on an Outer Rim planet, the Reader meets Captain Rex. 

Relationship: Pre-romance

"Overthink" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

The Reader tries to hide their feelings for Kit

Relationship: Romantic

"The Way" Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble 

The Reader and Anakin have a confrontation when Anakin struggles to control his rage.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ignorant" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

Against your better judgment, you engage in conversation with an intriguing Jedi Master.

Relationship: Romantic

Generation of the Empire 

[Kenobi, Rebels, Solo, Rogue One, Original Trilogy, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, Ahsoka]

"Sound" Grogu & Din Djarin Drabble 

The child continues to be unpredictable. 

"Patience" Reva Drabble 

Reva knows what the other inquisitors think of her. 

Reader Insert

"Stay" Boba Fett x Reader Drabble

The Reader, a bounty hunter, takes a job that goes south.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Relax" Tobias Beckett x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Beckett argue over a dangerous job.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Forgive" Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble

The Reader seeks an apology from Ezra

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ailments and Fears" Rebels Crew x Reader Oneshot

The Reader, a member of the Lothal Rebel cell, falls ill.

Relationship: Platonic

"Aim" Sabine Wren x Reader Drabble

Sabine teaches the Reader to shoot.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Tension" Cassian Andor x Reader Drabble 

The Reader observes Cassian. 

Relationship: Faintly Romantic

"Shades of Yellow" Part 1 - Ezra Bridger x Reader 

A former assassin joins the Ghost crew for a mission. 

Relationship: Platonic

Generation of the First Order

[Sequels]

Character x Character

"Adventure" Poe Dameron x Rey Drabble

Honestly, I don’t know even know what to put as a synopsis for this one. 

"Wander" Leia Organa x Han Solo Drabble

Leia reflects on her estranged relationship with Han. 

Reader Insert

"Horizon" Armitage Hux x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Hux search for a missing First Order Ship

Relationship: Unspecified

Warning: non-graphic description of mass death

"Different" Finn x Reader Drabble 

The girl, Rey, must be avoided. And by that logic you ought to be avoiding him too, though you find you keep talking yourself into it.

Relationship: Unspecified

[vampsquerade]

Requests Rules (Current Status: Open)

Characters Per Request for headcanons: Maximum of 2.

Characters Per Story: Maximum of 4 (all characters will be partners with the reader; exceptions can and will be made if i like it enough).

Characters Per NSFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Characters Per SFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Please be as specific as you can when requesting as it helps me with my writing

Please specify whether you want headcanons or an x reader, so I don’t accidentally write something you didn’t want

Requests are now open for a short time! Please just read my rules and request accordingly!

Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

What I Will NOT Write:

Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!