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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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test drive

Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.9k

cw: exes-to-lovers, a breakup scene (flashback) established past relationship, fluff, some angst, smut - car sex (cowgirl), blowjob, cunnilingus, face-riding, 69 position, sex with no condom, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, baby)

Summary: You’re moving back to your hometown of Paradis after completing two long years of grad school in Marley. In desperate need of a car, you’re surprised to hear from your ex-boyfriend Eren, who graciously offers you one. Author’s Note: Had this in my head for a while, brain is a little fried at the moment, but I just had to get this out! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated! Header image found on Pinterest, mdni divider by @/mikeykuns.

“Eren, do you think we should break up?”

The two of you are in your bedroom, finished packing the last of your luggage before you fly out to Marley tomorrow morning. It’s near midnight on the last day of summer. The windows are open, and the chirping of crickets is loud amidst the silence of the night air. He zips your suitcase closed, peering at you, confused. “What?”

It’s been the lingering question on your mind the past couple of weeks, but you were too afraid to mention it. Maybe you were hoping that the thought would go away on its own. You didn’t really want to break up. You love him. The idea of being apart scares you, though. The uncertainty, the unknown. Two years isn’t very long in the grand scheme of life, but who’s to say you don’t end up deciding to remain in Marley for good? Eren has already made it clear that he has no intentions of leaving Paradis. Would staying together be a waste of time when the future is so unpredictable?

You bite your lip, nervous to elaborate, voice timid. “I’ve heard that long distance is really hard.”

He stands up, crossing his arms over his chest. “So? We’ll get through it.”

“Will we, though? I’m going to be busy with school, and you’re starting your new job. Plus, Marley is so far away. When are we ever going to see each other?”

He stares at you as if you’re sputtering nonsense. “We’ll make it work,” he answers, definitive.

“It’s not going to be easy.”

He scratches his scalp, frustrated. “I don’t understand. Do you want to break up?”

You stay quiet, contemplating. When you don’t respond right away, he says, “You do, don’t you?” He sounds like he’s been betrayed, which in retrospect, he has been. By you, of all people. The person who’s supposed to love him.

Breathing staggered, tears welling in your eyes, you murmur, “I just don’t know if we can do it.”

He begins pacing the floor, voice increasing in volume, rightfully upset. “You don’t know if you can do it. Me? I’m all in. You’re already giving up before we try.”

“I just don’t want either of us to get hurt!” you cry.

“What do you call this, then?!” he yells, tears rolling down his cheeks. “This fucking hurts! Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way sooner?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t sure! I was scared.” You sob into your hands. “I’m sorry, Eren.”

He’s shaking his head erratically, fists bunched in his hair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this right now. After all we’ve been through. You don’t even want to give it a shot.”

You swallow hard, wiping snot from your nose. “We can try it out. Let’s try it out,” you plead with him, regretting it.

“No. It’s too late now. You already set us up for failure. Since you’re not confident about us, then maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.” He sounds spiteful. Daggers piercing through your heart in the form of harsh words. And while you struggle for breath, drenching the fabric of your t-shirt, you can’t blame him for reacting this way. You spent an amazing summer together, and the night before you leave, you drop a grenade like this. What were you thinking?

“Eren,” you beg, sniffling

“I gotta go,” he mutters, grabbing his keys, avoiding your gaze.

“Eren, wait!” you shout, following him out the room. Down the stairs. Through the front door. In front of his car. “Eren! I’m sorry! I take it back!”

“Have a nice life in Marley,” he spits out, getting into his car, slamming it shut, and reversing out of the driveway without another word. Headlights reflect off the shimmer in your eyes, watching him leave.

That’s the last time you saw Eren. The next day, you boarded your flight to Marley and moved into your new home. You tried to call him, text him, even pestered friends and family to urge him to reach out to you. He never did. And all the while, you still don’t blame him for reacting the way he did.

The two of you were happy. You loved each other. And when an inkling of hardship reared its ugly head, you ran for it instead of facing it. There’s no way you could have predicted that your relationship would fall apart. In fact, there’s many times that you’ve considered how much stronger the two of you would have gotten if you did stay together. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you had believed that sooner, you wouldn’t be living with this remorse.

It's been over two years since that day. Life continued, though it was tough not having Eren around anymore. He was always your biggest supporter, the anchor that kept you afloat. Grad school wouldn’t have been as stressful if you had him by your side, but you managed to scrape by. You made new friends along the way while maintaining your relationships from home. Mikasa and you would chat regularly, and on occasion, she would mention Eren’s name in passing. You received little footnotes of his life through her, but overall, he’s a stranger to you now.

That being said, you’re shocked to finally hear from him after that fateful night two years ago.

Following graduation, you secured a job in Paradis nearby your hometown. For now, the plan is to move in with your family until you save enough money to move out. Unfortunately, you don’t have car. So, in an unexpected turn of events, you sit in the rear of a taxi, on your way to Eren’s.

Eren: Heard you’re home and you need a car.

Those were his first words to you after two whole years of radio silence. After telling you to have a nice life in Marley. Of course, you were stunned when his name popped up on your screen in the first place, even more so to see his offer to help you. Most likely he was informed about your current situation by Mikasa. Nevertheless, it shocks you that he wants anything to do with you.

You actually want to meet with him. It may be no more than a business transaction, but to see him in the flesh will be nice. Will it fix what happened? Probably not. It’s worth a shot, though, for some peace of mind. Maybe this is his own way of telling you that he’s over it, and that the two of you can finally put this to bed.

So, you arrange a time to meet at his place. He gives you an unfamiliar address; it seems he moved out of his parent’s house not long after he started working. Mikasa had mentioned that before. What she’s never disclosed with you is if he’s been dating. On your way to him, your belly begins to fill with dread. Could you handle seeing Eren with another woman? Living together, happily in love? You want him to be happy, but with someone else? Deep down, you still love him. You never dated anyone seriously during your time in Marley. No one even came close to him. He’ll never get back together with you, not after what happened. In fact, you’re positive he’s already found someone, a person who will appreciate him and love him for all he is. Someone who isn’t afraid. It’s better he’s with someone else; you actually hope you see that today, so that you can finally move on.

The trip takes over half an hour. You recognize the route being taken; the same one you would take on the way to Paradis University, where you and Eren met for the first time. During freshman year, Mikasa, your roommate at the time, introduced you to him. The two of you became fast friends, even faster lovers. The spark was there the moment you shook his hand, the moment he gazed into your eyes, flashing that charming smile at you. It was casual at first, no labels, no strings attached. Two horny college kids fulfilling their sexual desires exclusively with one another. Kisses and sex soon became something more, something special. By the time you were sophomores, it was official: he was yours and you were his.

The driver enters a quaint neighborhood, pulling up to the front of a modern apartment complex. Once you pay the fare, you step out, inspecting the building. Eren lives on the third floor; each unit has a balcony overlooking the neighborhood, the nearby cityscape in the near distance. It’s a beautiful location and your curiosity gets the best of you. Who is he currently sharing his life with? Do they watch sunrises together from their grand view, sipping their morning coffee in domestic bliss? Should it be you instead?

Before you get carried away with your imagination, you retrieve your phone from your bag, texting him that you have arrived and are waiting outside. There’s no reason for you to head up into his apartment, right? You’re here to check out his car; that’s it. You can’t help thinking that it would be fun to check out. For research purposes, of course.

He replies quickly, mentioning how he’ll head down to you. You take a few deep breaths, mentally preparing yourself to see him for the first time ever since your bitter goodbye. Do you hug him? Keep your distance? Should you say anything personal or keep it strictly professional? All of these conflicting feelings are fighting with each other in your head. There’s so much you want to tell him: your life the last two years, how sorry you are for the way it ended, how much you miss him. At the same time, you want a clean slate, almost as if you’re strangers meeting for the first time.

As he steps out from the lobby, you freeze on the spot, dazzled by his presence. What strikes you initially is how long his hair has gotten; it’s enough to put up into a small bun, with a few stray strands scattered around his face. His eyes are as brilliant as ever, barely visible dark circles underneath from age or stress, most likely the lather; it hasn’t been that long. There’s still that youthful charm about him, though. That will never fade.

He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweats pants, an outfit reminiscent of his college years, laid-back and casual. You’ve always liked this look on him, always found it sexy. Too many memories of you stripping this exact attire off him, hasty to make love in the twin bed of his dormitory. You try to shake these thoughts away as he approaches you with a rigid disposition, hesitant and a bit awkward. He clears his throat before saying, “Hey.” His hands are in his pockets as he greets you.

You respond with a gentle smile. “Hi.”

This is going to be harder than you thought.

~~~

Two years. That’s how long it’s been since they broke up, since he last saw her. Two whole fucking years.

Eren didn’t want to break up. The thought never even crossed his mind. He was determined to be with her the rest of his life, of their lives. That’s why he got so upset when she suggested it. They spent an entire summer together, perfect in every possible way, and she had the nerve to ask that question the night before the big move? Do you think we should break up? He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were supposed to love each other forever.

It doesn’t excuse the way he behaved to her afterwards. Instead of discussing it like a mature adult, he exploded, too caught up in the storm of emotions raging in his head. His ego was hurt, pride shot down, heart betrayed. Following that night, Eren was too ashamed by the whole ordeal; he thought it’d be easier to ignore it and move on.

Move on. Yeah right.

He replays those scenes constantly. Her pleas of We can try it out. Let’s try it out. I’m sorry! I take it back! ringing in his ears like a broken record, reminding him that if they talked about it, if he had just turned around to work it out, maybe they’d still be together. They’d be happy. It’s the biggest regret of his life; not fighting for her and letting her slip away. A fleeting moment of weakness and fear leading to their ultimate demise. A tragic ending to such a beautiful story. Can they ever get the happy ending they wanted?

He tried to date other women; it never amounted to anything serious. Eventually, Eren gave up on the dating scene all together, focusing his energy on other priorities like his career and friendships. He was hoping that one day, he’d magically be over her.

When Mikasa informs him about her move back to Paradis, he knows immediately he needs to meet with her. Seeing her one last time might be the key to moving on once and for all. So, he finally decides to be mature and contact her, under the guise of giving her one of his cars. In his defense, he’s been meaning to sell it anyways. He never could quite let it go, though, considering it’s the car he drove all throughout college, with her. Late night drives to Maria’s Point, holding hands and kissing beneath the stars. Fast food runs at their favorite drive-thru, her feeding French fries to him from the passenger side, cruising through the empty streets with their favorite music blaring through the radio speakers. Even the backseat has seen plenty of action during those years, the foreground to many naughty trysts away from campus. Every corner of it carries a memory of her; that’s why he’s been so reluctant to let it go. He still loves her. But that’s all in the past. This car will be the final peace offering that will allow him to move on. He’s got it all planned out.

What he’s not prepared for is the rush of emotions that flood his chest upon seeing her. This is definitely not part of the plan.

When he greets her, she smiles at him, the same radiant smile he’s yearned for the two years of her absence. One that instantly warms his soul. He does his best to maintain his composure. Keep it together, he thinks to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets while he clenches his fists, bursting at the seams. This isn’t part of the plan.

He kicks the ground with his heels, fidgeting. “So…it’s been a minute, huh?” He does a mental eye roll to himself. Did he really say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot.

She giggles, and he nearly combusts. How is it that a simple laugh can ignite every fiber of his being? He’s a fool for assuming he could get through this unscathed. “Yeah. It has. How are you?” Her expression is sincere; he always loved that about her, how intently she listens, how much she cares. Even after their harsh breakup, that sincerity remains. She’s making this much more difficult than he expected.

He shrugs, nonchalant. “I’m okay. You?”

She mimics him, raising her shoulders. “I’m alright.”

He chews his lip nervously before asking, “Well, do you want to check out the car?” Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan, he reminds himself.

She nods, following him to the parking garage to his designated spot. Her eyes widen when she sees it. “You want to sell me this?”

“Yup.”

She inspects it, mouth parted, surprised. “Wow. The Titan.”

He busts out in laughter, amused that she remembers the silly nickname they came up with freshman year. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

She turns to look at him, eyes twinkling, lips curled into a warm smile. “How could I forget?”

He swallows hard, saliva thick on his tongue. Fluttering in his core, tingling through his fingers. The question stumbles out quickly. “Want to take it out for a spin? A test drive?”

Eren’s aware that this is dangerous territory. The two of them, enclosed in the small space of his car, memories in every crevice of the interior. It’s his chance to properly apologize for what happened. That’s how he justifies it, at least. Part of him also wants to recreate their past together. Riding in his car, fingers laced together on the center console, singing their favorite songs with the windows rolled down, wind blowing on their smiling faces. It’s infeasible; he doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. There’s that tiny portion of him that holds out hope; she did agree to meet him. That means something, right?

She contemplates for a moment. “Sure. Can you drive, though?”

“Still the passenger princess, I see.”

“Some things never change, right?” She gives him a wink before stepping to the side of the car, waiting for him to unlock the doors.

He gulps, thrilled and jittery at whatever adventure they’re about to embark on. In the corner of his mind, all he can think is

Fuck the plan.

~~~

You weren’t supposed to get in it with him. The idea was to meet him and do the exchange, simple as that. When you recognize the car, all the memories you shared flood into your mind. You let your emotions get the best of you; you want one more special moment with Eren. It’s only fair to your relationship to end it on a good note, right? You weren’t expecting anything more than closure, which was what the both of you needed.

He doesn’t tell you where he’s driving to, but he doesn’t have to. By the time you’re on the highway, you watch the sun set in the distance from the rearview mirror. You pass by multiple signs, indicating Maria’s Point in x number of miles, the amount decreasing the closer you approach it. The two of you chat, condensing all from the past two years into a half hour car ride. You describe your experience in grad school, he talks about his full-time job. It’s cordial, like two old friends catching up after a while being apart. Except the both of you are fully aware of the elephant squished in the backseat of The Titan. Neither of you mention anything about it.

He drives up the familiar hill leading up to the panorama at the top of the cliff. This spot of Maria’s Point is often secluded, which was perfect for you and Eren back in the day. He parks away from the edge, the last rays of orange and pink hovering on the skyline. With a twist of his keys, he shuts off the ignition and it’s silent. Suddenly, after effortless conversation, you’re shy, unable to speak.

Luckily, he does. “I actually want to talk to you about something important.”

You snap your seatbelt off, adjusting to give him your full attention. His hands remain on the steering wheel, drumming his fingers nervously. “I’m sorry for the way I acted that night.” He doesn’t need to elaborate; you know exactly what he’s referring to. You’re caught off guard from the apology, so you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.

After a deep breath, he explains, “I blew up, and I shouldn’t have. I got upset because I thought you had given up before we even tried. But I know you were scared; I was too. Regardless, it wasn’t right and I’m sorry. For that and for avoiding you after.” He slides his hands around the wheel, dropping them to his lap. His eyes are forward, avoiding you.

When he doesn’t have more to add, you respond. “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have blindsided you. I should have told you how I was feeling instead of ignoring it until the last minute. Like you said, I was scared, so I ran away from it without even giving it a shot. It wasn’t fair to you, and it wasn’t fair to us.” He’s focuses on you now, listening carefully as you talk. “Just so you know, I never blamed you for how you reacted. I deserved it.”

He shifts his body towards you, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t deserve that. I didn’t even say goodbye.”

You blink away the oncoming tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Eren. We can do that now.”

The stillness that follows is concerning. He studies you with an unreadable expression, contemplating. Then, he leans closer to you, elbow resting on the center console, his breath tickling your cheeks, whispering, “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

You gravitate towards him, lessening the space between you, gazing at his lips. “You don’t?”

“I never wanted to in the first place.”

Drifting forward, you rest your forehead to his, the skin-to-skin contact rekindling the spark that burned so brightly not too long ago. “Eren.”

“I miss you,” he confesses. “Every fucking day.”

His lips graze yours, eyes watching you, waiting. Unable to hold back any longer, you kiss him, melting into him seamlessly. The two years of remorse vanish in an instant, and you’re transported in time, as if you were never apart. You touch your palm on his chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your fingertips. He slides his hand around the nape of your neck, cradling you gently, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft on yours, prudent and delicate, careful not to overbear you.

You pull off to catch your breath, clutching at his t-shirt so that’s it’s bunched into your fist. “I missed you, Eren.”

He swallows loudly, eyes half-lidded in a daze. “I missed you so fucking much,” he mutters, driving his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you desperately now. He drinks you up like he’s dying of thirst, the only cure to his drought. You match him, opening wider, swirling your tongue with his. His lips trail to your neck, sucking on the pulse point beneath your chin.

“Eren,” you moan, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love hearing you say my name. Fuck,” he swears, licking at the spot. He marks you on the other side, nibbling lightly at your skin with his teeth. “Did you ever think about me?”

“Every day,” you admit, eyes closed as he moves to your ear, pinching your lobe between his lips. “And you?”

“All the time,” he answers. He breaks away, cupping your cheek tenderly in his palm. “I’m still in love with you. I love you.”

Your breath hitches, throat tight with emotion, though you manage to utter, “I love you too.”

He beams at you before suggesting, “Should we get out of here? Go to my place?”

Tugging at his collar, you shake your head with a smirk. “I can’t wait that long.”

Understanding what you’re implying, he suggests, “Backseat?”

You give him a wet smooch and a nod. He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you that needy for me, baby? Can’t even wait to go home?”

Glancing at his lap, the evident bulge protruding from his sweats, you scoff at him playfully. “Don’t act like you aren’t either. Look how big you are already.”

He grins, exiting the driver’s side and quickly sliding into the backseat, spreading his legs wide, hoisting his shirt off to reveal his chiseled torso. “You’re right. I’ve been waiting two years, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

You follow him to the rear, shrugging your blouse and pants off hastily until you’re down to your underwear. He marvels at your bare figure, licking his lips while you kneel beside him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, scanning you up and down, almost in disbelief. “Would you think about me whenever you touched yourself?”

Nestled to his lap, ass sticking out, you nod, rubbing your face on the erection straining against the fabric. “I only thought about you, Eren.”

“Fuck,” he groans, mesmerized. He pets you, brushing his thumb across your cheeks. “Me too, sweetie. No one makes me come the way you do.” He lifts his hips to slide his bottoms and boxers down his legs, exposing his hard cock standing stiff and pretty, glistening with precum leaking from the tip.

You’re salivating, spit coating your entire mouth, hungry for his cock. Without wasting another second, you swallow him, surrounding him in your wet heat until he hits the back of your throat. He bucks up slightly, thighs trembling beneath you. “Fuck,” he swears, trailing your spine, gliding to your ass. “Always so good to me.” He slips beneath your panties, teasing your entrance. “Can I fuck you with these fingers? Please?”

You nod with his cock in your mouth, slurping the drool trickling on his shaft, bobbing on him. He slides one in, then another, pumping them in and out of you as you moan around his dick. He wriggles inside you, stimulating your sweet spot, gushing on his digits with your first orgasm. His follows immediately after, his load spurting onto your tongue, guzzling every last drop of him.

You release him, turning over so your head is resting on his lap, peering up at his face. His hand is between your legs, rubbing the soft plush of your thighs, smiling down at you. He teases your clit, flicking his wet fingers on it, causing you to whine.

“You still like it when I play with you like this,” he purrs, watching you twitch from the pleasure. “My good girl always comes so much for me.” He caresses your forehead gently, toying with your swollen bud. “Can you give me another one, princess?” Too many times do you remember him pleasuring you, sitting in the passenger seat, you gripping to his wrist, directing his hand to your pussy. Tonight is no different; he’s just as relentless, tapping away at you until your creaming for him once more.

“I need to fucking taste you,” he growls, slipping his fingers past his lips, licking them. “Sit up, sweetie. Ride me while you make me hard again.”

It’s clumsy maneuvering in the cramped space, but eventually, you get into position. He’s below you, slurping at your sopping pussy as you’re bent over his cock, licking the head as you stroke him off. The windows begin fogging up, the air sweltering and humid. Your knee digs uncomfortably into the cushion, the other hangs off the edge of the seat, foot planted to the floor. Eren manages to fit his impressive stature, one leg angled and stretched towards the driver’s side, the other laid across the backseat, enough space for you to blow him while you ride his face.

“I missed this sloppy cunt,” he muffles, spreading his tongue on you. He spits, smearing his frothy saliva across your clit, puckered around it, sucking.

Once he’s hard again, you beg, “Fuck me, Eren.” You’re close to another climax and you’re desperate to come with him in you this time. “Please.”

He laughs, lifting you off, his face glossy with your slick, covering his nose, mouth, and chin. “Whatever you want, princess.” He sits up against the seat, legs splayed like a throne for you to sit pretty on. You straddle his lap, rubbing your pussy on his cock before guiding it into your entrance.

You both drawl out, “Fuck,” kissing messily, arms wrapped around each other in a snug embrace. You ride him feverishly as he fucks up into you, gripping onto your hips tightly, bouncing you on his dick. You’re both sweating immensely, the temperature in the car sweltering, but neither of you mind it, too concentrated on each other’s orgasms, too addicted to the high you’re chasing together.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” he groans, picking up the pace, his thighs slapping lewdly against your ass.

“Come inside me, Eren. Fill me up,” you whimper, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Yeah? You want it? Take it then. Take it sweetheart.” His eyes are shut tight as he shoots his load, thick cock pulsing inside you. You ride out your orgasm with him, scattering delicate kisses on his face. He grins, gazing at you with a hazy expression.

“What’s that look for?” you ask, booping his nose.

“Nothing,” he replies, cheeks rounded into a bigger smile. He squeezes your face between his palms. “I’m just happy. So unbelievably happy right now.”

You place your hands over his, leaning into his touch. “Me too.”

You stay comfortably like this for a few minutes, Eren cracking the windows open to let out some steam. You joke, “So, are you still going to sell me this car?”

He chuckles. “How about I give it to you. I was going to anyways.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It was supposed to be a peace offering. But I like this outcome way better.”

“Me too. But I’m not going to just take it from you. Let me pay you for it.”

He tips your chin to look at you, grinning wide. “How about you move in with me instead?”

“What?” you giggle, unable to contain your smile, thrilled by the suggestion.

“Move in with me,” he repeats, nuzzling his nose to yours.

“Isn’t this is a little too soon, considering we just got back together?”

He stretches his arms out, relaxing into the seat, smirking at you. “We already wasted two years without each other, I’m not wasting any more time.”

You scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 4 months ago

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - feeling tense after the golden ticket incident, willy wonka stumbles upon the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, slight oral, virgin willy wonka, creampie, juice stealing, gloryhole.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Willy Wonka… Was socially awkward, he didn’t go out much or at all really. But after the whole golden ticket incident, he suddenly was always so tense, trying everything from eating something sweet to creating a new lolly. Nothing seemed to be working, no matter what. He figured a walk would do some good and as night fell and he stepped out, yet the feeling still stuck.

Lost in his thoughts, Willy rounded a corner he had never taken before, his feet seeming to have a mind of their own. He looked up when the path in front of him began to glow, his eyes landing on a neon sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’. With a newfound interest and a sparkle in his eyes, Willy began to head to the door, wondering what sweets this store may sell.

As he walked inside, his eyes connected with a woman’s behind a desk and he gave an awkward smile and wave. He looked around the room curiously as he didn’t see any chocolate or treats, just doors.

“Hello. My name is Willy Wonka.” He walks closer, looking around again making sure he didn’t miss anything. “Uh, what exactly do you sell?” He clears his throat, feeling this was already too much human interaction but something inside of him made him want to press on.

The woman leans forward on the desk, looking him up and down with a small smirk. “It depends on what you’re looking for, Sugar. Why did you come in here?”

Willy shuffled his feet, “I don’t exactly know.” He lets out a strange giggle, staring too long at the woman without meaning to. “I’ve been tense lately and nothing has been working… Not chocolate, not sweets, not even a walk during the night. I guess that's why my feet led me to your delectable shop.”

The woman hums with a smirk. “Ah, I know just what you need.” She mentions a price and with a hum, Willy reaches into his maroon coat pocket and pulls out a large amount of cash, dropping all of it all on the desk. No care to pick up the change, he walks in the direction the woman nods and opens the door.

The moment he stepped in, his eyes went wide and his face flushed pink. He let out a small squeak, eyes finding the ceiling as he didn’t know where to look. Again, his feet move for him, heading in the direction of you. Your legs spread as you’re on your back, everything on display. Willy let out a small gasp when he stopped in front of you, his eyes widening even more as he took in the glorious sight of you.

“Oh…” He blinked, his eyes stuck on how you glistened against the light.

“Hiya, Sugar. You’re new.” Your voice rumbles from within the wall, causing Willy to jump back slightly. “You don’t gotta be shy, I’m yours to touch for the night or until you get your fill.”

His gloved hands slide gently against your legs, curiously. He spreads them wider, “Can I…?”

You hum in response, a gasp escapes your lips as you suddenly feel a tongue press against you. “That’s a new one for me, Sugar.” You hum out, your eyes slipping closed as his tongue begins to lap up your juices, circling and flicking your clit before he suddenly wraps his lips around it and sucks causing you to shoot forward, your hands gripping whatever you can find.

Willy hums, moving back. His tongue licks his lips as he grins. “Fantastic… The way you’d make a good chocolate or treat…” He mumbles to himself, needing a way to collect your juices for a new idea. He feels a strange throbbing between his legs, his gaze moves down and widens as he finds himself hard.

You peek from beneath the hole, watching the strange man. “Do you know how to use that, Sugar?” He clears his throat, stuttering out what sounds to be a no. “Take it out for me, Honey.”

Willy blushes, unbuttoning his pants, he slowly and gently takes out his reddened cock.

You hum, “That’s a good boy.” You smile as you watch his cock twitch, feeling yourself slicken as you eye it. “Now press it against me, Sugar. Do what makes you feel good.”

He takes a step closer, slowly guiding his cock towards you. A choked gasp escaping his lips as his tip grazes your lips. “That’s it, Sugar. Keep going.” You guide him, feeling him begin to press himself into you until he’s completely sheathed inside. “You feel so big…”

Willy moans, feeling the tension release from his shoulders as his hips begin to automatically move, his eyes locked on the way he moves against you. How his cock slides in and out of you perfectly. His hands fall to your hips, holding onto them as he continues to fuck into you, first slowly until his body starts to get used to the feeling. Your body jerks up and down as he fucks you, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Your fingers dig into the mattress underneath you, feeling your walls clamp down onto him as you cum hard, your juices squirting out, coating his coat.

Willy groans, his cock twitching and throbbing at the sight and the feeling of you cumming around him. He buries himself deeper, fucking into you as he cums alongside you. As he pulls out, he drops to his knees suddenly and laps up your juices and his cum, cleaning you. He enjoys the sounds you make when he touches you, hoping to be the cause of them again.

He stands and tucks himself away before taking out a cloth, cleaning you and his coat, ensuring that it gathers your delectable taste. He tucks it back into his pocket. “Thank you, Miss…” He hums to himself as he turns and walks out of the building. His hand rests on the pocket holding the cloth, a new plan forming in his mind.

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 7 months ago

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Tell me something awful like you are a lover stuck in the body of a racing guy - Fernando Alonso x reader

Pop music blares through your headphones from your guilty pleasure playlist as you're scrubbing a kitchen counter. The blonde singer's words about hating it here couldn't resonate with you more. Living with strangers was bareable. Them being students and not really sticking to a cleaning schedule was to be expected. You'd committed similar sins before. But texting your landlord to fix your water pressure while the state of the kitchen (and honestly, the whole flat) was abysmal wasn't the smartest. You hated confrontation,so it was on you to bring everything up to the guy's standards. One bit of the shared space took you an hour. You were tired. Unemployed. Done. Cold. Just as you were about to follow your astrology app's suggestion of a good cry, you get a WhatsApp notification from your boyfriend, asking you to call him.

"Hey, Fernando. Everything all right?"you say as his face pops on screen.

"Yeah, I just woke up. Figured I wanted to give you a tour of Sin City, but I think you'll have to wait a bit," he trails off.

"What, not feeling like an early bird, huh? Usually, I'd be the one bugging you to stay in bed with me and cuddle more. What's new, hmm?" you ask, curious as to why he's called you out of the blue.

He just grunts and flips the camera. Your eyes take a second to process what you're seeing. And then you focus on the tent in his boxers. As if intent to kill you both on the spot, he adds, "You know, it's your fault. Had a dream about you, and apparently, even fake you has the same effect as the real thing."

You laugh, just a bit.

"Sorry, sorry, love. Just the thought of you getting a morning boner like some teenager is hilarious." Sensing that he's about to hang up and not wanting to deal with it, there's a plan forming. The good cry you were considering a few moments before was going to be turning into a good wank. "Wait. Let me help you. Please?"

Fernando pretends to consider it for a moment. You both know that phone sex is the key to not loosing one's mind during a triple header.

"Fine." He agrees. "But you gotta put on a real show on for me, beautiful. Wanna see you ride your toy like it's me.".

"It is you,". Nando's reaction to your previous dildo was to replace it as soon as possible. You were flabbergasted that he would go through with cloning his willy, as the kit said, just to stake a stupid claim on you. All your annoyance evaporated the first time you used the new toy and came so hard you questioned every other solo orgasm before. You tell your boyfriend you'd be right back as you swiftly disappear to wash the dildo. Thankfully, no one's around to see you. You prop your phone on the edge of the bed, following Nando's example. His hand is already slowly palming his cock. You're about to spread the lube on your hands, when you realize you're still fully clothed.

"Teasing or quickie?" You ask him.

"You know the quote, honey. As much as I wanna watch you touch yourself and suck it first, on a time crunch here. So, clothes off and giddy up, cowgirl." He says.

You spread the lube on the dildo, matching Fernando's pace. God, the visuals of his cock, ready for you but out of reach was driving you crazy.

"You know what to do, baby. Rub your clit like I would touch you. Don't be cutting corners just because I'm not there to guide you on it properly." He adds.

You loved his more commanding side. Before you two had sex for the first time, he wondered why you'd pick someone his age to date. It became glaring obvious during fucking you, the way you melted against his words, how you begged him to be faster, harder, rougher, to not hold back on you. You depended on him to give you just what other partners often missed to do.

You realized that you were spacing out and returned to the task at hand. Circling your clit, once, twice and thrice and already you're wet and ready. You straddle the toy, making sure Fernando gets a premium view of how the plastic cock sinks inside of you slowly.

He groans and tightens his fist, squeezing it against the base.

"Faster, honey. Show me that I taught you how to take it. Ride it for me." He commands, needing to see you fall apart and soon.

You bite your lip and find your rhythm. Usually, when you used the dildo, it was in missionary. This position was making everything so much more intense for you it was as if you were doing it with the real thing. Speeding up, you could feel the toy going deeper, making you clench against it. You let you a quiet moan of Fernando's name, a plea, and a futile action.

"You look so good like this, my love. God, when I come back, I want to taste you as you play with this. Would you like this? To feel my tongue on your clit as you're fucking yourself on my dick, huh? Sound good, no?". Nando's fantasy reminds you of how his hands will be on you soon, how you'll fall apart on his lips, how he'll make sure to have you coming in exotic destinations, away from everything you hate here. This fuels a fire in you and you're thrusting your hips, the toy slick with your wetness.

Your boyfriend's pumping matches your speed, and you can see how he's rubbing down drops of precum down his shaft.

"Tell me when you're about to cum for me, beautiful. Let's do it together." Less than a minute later you're a moaning mess, pussy clenching against the plastic replica of your lover's cock and saying that you're about to finish. Fernando encourages you to go over the edge, to finish you both off like a good girl. And that's exactly what you do. You wish you could take the shot where he angles his cock and cums all over his stomach and have it burned behind your retinas forever. You're both panting and spent and taking a few minutes before starting your actual post-orgasm rituals and clean up.

"I'll call you again in half an hour, okay? Let me know what you wanna see of Vegas, and I'll have my driver pass it. Think I have the time to even walk into some landmarks and get you whatever souvenirs what you want. Plan and let me know. I love you, sweetheart." He says. Underneath the tough exterior and the sometimes arrogant facade was a gentle, wonderful boyfriend. Maybe you didn't really hate it here. And just maybe he was a lover, stuck in the body of a racing guy.

#f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x you #fernando alonso x reader #f1 imagine #fernando alonso smut #fernando alonso x you

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kansouame · 5 months ago

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So, I have started a new hobby. I am not great at this yet but wanted to share. Be kind cause I am nervous. Lol

This is my bound copy of The Kakashi Mission by JBMcDragon. It was originally posted on Live Journal and Fanfiction.net. I formatted it in Garmond font with Chapter Headers in InkFree. The edges are colored with gold ink and the spine is lettered using a hot foil pen in green foil. I am really happy with this one. Sorry for the pic spam but I am on my mobile and don't know how to make the pics better?

Nuummite is not helping as usual. Gotta love her. I don't have a cricut to do those fancy covers but am looking forward to creating more books from my favorite fics! Any ideas?

#naruto #kakairu #fanfiction into book #my new hobby!!#bookbinding

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torasplanet · 1 year ago

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❝𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈.ᐟ❞

BABYDADDY!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢��𝙧𝙮 ; going out to ice cream with your little family couldn't be more wholesome especially with a surprise guest who maybe should not be out of his dorms...

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; soul-crushing fluff, bd!dabi is so cuteeee, i luv kaede sm, idk what else, oh i didn't even know the header kinda looked like kaede 😭

tags ; @kokosclown

“Daddy, wake up…” Kaede muttered continuously poking his father’s cheek while hovering over the sleeping male with you by his side blankly staring at Dabi who continued to sleep. Your face twisted into one of irritation and you grabbed his bare thigh and dug into his skin with your nails which was unknown to your son who sat there on his knees looking upset because his daddy was still sleeping.

Well, he was sad until Dabi’s eyes snapped open at the pain in his legs “Ow–” Dabi was quick to cut himself off when he caught your gaze and your son’s. He just sighed and looked at you both. Dabi loved his family but did not like how often he was being awoken to the sight of his girlfriend and son looking down at him with the same eyes ready to beg him for something. He wondered what it was this time and if it was your idea or your son’s.

A wide grin formed on Kaede’s face “Can we go get iced cream?” He asked bouncing a bit on his knees making the mattress move and earning a laugh from you. Kaede’s full head of hair was all over the place, he already had his hoodie on with his pajama shorts, and next to you, you were dressed in the same attire. “Ugh, what time is it…?” Dabi asked sitting up on his elbows and looking at you specifically but Kaede began to count on his fingers.

“One in the morning.” Dabi let out another groan at your answer while Kaede hummed and nodded in agreement with you “Please, we’re hungry.” You begged.

“Yeah, you gotta give food!” The younger boy shouted in addition making your boyfriend groan even louder than before allowing himself to fall back onto the bed. He threw his arm over his eyes “Fine, go wait in the living room…” He said and less than a second later, you and your son yelped in joy while throwing your hands up. You both listened to his orders and hopped out of the bedroom and to the living room to squeal with each other about getting ice cream.

It was a coincidence that you and your son met in the kitchen looking for the same thing. Kaede had walked in on you staring at the freezer with a pout looking for ice cream and he had asked you if there was any, when you said no, he came up with the greatest idea to wake up his daddy and make him take you two to get ice cream. “Mommy, I wanna get new iced cream now!” Kaede said and you smiled at his mispronunciation of that phrase but just tilted your head in confusion “Why? I thought Rocky Road was your favorite.” You asked the smaller boy. Kaede fidgeted in place, using the tip of his croc to move the backstrap up and down on his other croc “When me and Uncle Shoto were outside, he gave me iced cream ‘nd it was…really crunchy but like it was…uhm still cream.” Kaede said squeezing his eyes shut and frowning. A habit he had when he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to phrase it.

Dabi did that too. Sometimes they’d both just outright stop talking because of it “Did he tell you the flavor? So I can get it for you.” You said picking him up and rubbing your hand along his back to comfort him as you saw he was getting frustrated. Kaede immediately put his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you, he was just like his dad. Going to you when he was frustrated. “Erm…P…Pimustache I think.” The dark-haired boy replied as you spotted your boyfriend coming out of the room also wearing Crocs and his hoodie.

“All good?” Dabi asked grabbing the keys from the counter and walking closer, his other hand went to his son’s fit of black hair and he messed it up even more “Y’know how he is with his words.” You replied as you two made your way out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind you before making your way down the stairs. Dabi looked at you and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “What’s bad about that?” He asked with a roll of his eyes feeling a bit targeted as he had the same problem.

You shrugged nonchalantly “Nothing for him but if we’re talking about you…” You click your tongue against your teeth suppressing a laugh “I don’t know…” You felt and heard Kaede laugh a bit at your words and once again, Dabi rolled his eyes already fed up with your shenanigans. “Yeah, Yeah, how about we talk about those temper tantrums he gets from you?” Dabi immediately regretted his words once he saw the look you were giving him.

“Walked straight into that one…” He murmured and you didn’t say anything but chuckled in agreement. God forbid if the father and son had superpowers, they’d probably blow up an entire house with both of their temper tantrums over pointless things…(hehe just wanted to throw that in there). “Down…” Kaede muttered beginning to kick his feet so you’d put him down and you did. He immediately went between you and Dabi grabbing hold of your pajama pants and Dabi’s basketball shorts as the three of you stepped out of the building and into the cold night. Dabi immediately regretted agreeing to take the two of you to get ice cream when the cold wind hit his face.

“Cold!” Kaede hissed putting his face into Dabi’s shorts, while you all tried to hurry to the car that was parked on the street “Yeah well thank Mommy for that.” Dabi said sending an annoyed look to you as you stifled a laugh at how quickly his nose turned bright red. You gently pushed your hand against his temple “If daddy hurried, we would’ve been to the car already.” You said and after catching the look Dabi gave you, you sighed and began speed-walking to the car and Kaede peeked out at the lack of your presence.

“Why you running, Mommy!?” The boy asked loudly and childishly and you turned back to them already at the passenger door “B’cause Touya is being nasty.” You replied confusing your child who instinctively looked up at his dad as they finally made their way to the car to join you. Dabi leaned down as he placed his hand on Kaede’s hair “She means daddy kid.” Kaede let out a little “ohh!” sound as he nodded his head.

Dabi grinned lustfully at you while unlocking the car but you just ignored him and began to put Kaede in the backseat and his car seat “Don’t you think he’s too big for that thing?” Dabi asked peering from the driver’s seat and you shook your head “No, he has to stay here until the seatbelt can fit him.” You said closing the door before hopping into the passenger seat while Kaede looked around the car for some of the toys he left there. The white-haired man snorted “Did my mom tell you that?” He asked as he watched you get comfortable in your seat.

Dabi reached over and began to put the seatbelt on you. He could care less about him wearing the seatbelt, he found it stupid but he needed you and Kaede to wear a seatbelt; he couldn’t risk anything happening to the two of you even if he thought Kaede was too old to have a car seat. “Of course she did.” You replied and Dabi said nothing but only shook his head and started the car.

You are very much closer to his family than Dabi is, that is no secret but he can’t help but laugh every time you tell him that his mother or his sister told you something about parenting, and don’t even get him started on when Shoto would say something! Dabi doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how that kid randomly drops information that he shouldn’t know about. When you were busy delivering Kaede, shoto asked him how many centimeters you were dilated and Dabi had no idea what he was talking about…that being said, sometimes he asked his little brother things when he had no clue about something.

Shoto was the best uncle ever and everyone in your little family could agree with that. Especially Kaede.

“Daddy, where you going? The p-place is back there.” Kaede asked peeking out of the tinted windows at the road he was so familiar with when getting ice cream. You looked back also confused before looking at the older male “I’m going to a different one, it’s good I promise.” Dabi responded and Kaede began to whine while gently kicking his feet.

You looked back at him as tears began to bubble in his eyes. Why on earth would Dabi do this knowing how his kid was? “Hey, hey, you trust me right?” Dabi asked looking back at his kid and extending his hand. You looked ahead and grabbed hold of the steering wheel grumbling about how he needed to stop doing this. Kaede looked at his dad’s hand and then his face before nodding.

The boy grabbed hold of Dabi’s hand as he tried to stop crying “So stop crying, yeah?” Kaede nodded as he began to knuckle at his eyes making Dabi smile. The blue-eyed man turned his head back ahead to take control of the wheel again, he glanced at you and gave a thumbs-up that seemed like it was questioning.

You chuckled at his slight nervousness and gave him a thumbs-up back. Dabi had always been scared of having a kid, especially a son because of how he was raised, he constantly needed your approval of whether he was doing a good job or not and that was still present even now when he seemed to get the hang of this stuff. I mean he’d even started to come with you when you took Kaede to visit Dabi’s family when he was very much against it to the point it even caused one of your breakups. You were still working on getting him to actually talk to his dad when he went but he was progressing amazingly as a father and he kept progressing even when you two were on one of your ‘breaks’.

You were really proud of him. “Touya, are you seriously this corny?” You asked observing the area you were in, immediately recognizing it. Dabi has never been a romantic so him taking you to the place you two went on your first date after having a kid was very shocking. “I saw it in a movie, okay? You said you like that movie shit right?” Dabi said a bit flustered as he pulled in front of the small ice cream parlor that was conveniently a 24-hour place. “You’re not s’posed to curse!” Kaede yelled at his dad from the backseat as you took off your seatbelt.

“When you’re old enough to curse, you’ll understand why I can’t stop,” Dabi said climbing out of the car and going to get Kaede out of the backseat. “How old am I when I can?” Kaede asked as he was lifted from his car seat and into his father’s arms. Dabi huffed and turned Kaede so his stomach was resting on Dabi’s shoulder with his large hand on the small of the little boy’s back to support him.

“When you’re still tired after having a full night's sleep.”

“Boy! Stop telling Kei depressing things and put him down.”

Dabi rolled his eyes as he sat on the hood of the car while Kaede giggled childishly as he acted as if he was a superhero “He’s fine, go get the ice cream.” Dabi said as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket and then handed it to you. “You already know what we want baby.” He said leaning forward to press a peck to the side of your lips that were formed into a frown. You sighed loudly before stomping over to order the three cones.

The older man placed his son down on his lap and just stared at him with identical eyes staring back “What is special about this? There’s not even ‘nywhere to sit…” Kaede asked looking around the empty place, it looked familiar to him but he just couldn’t put his finger on what was so familiar…

“Well, me and Mommy used to come here all the time when I first met her,” Dabi said and Kaede giggled and placed his hands over his mouth as air released from his nostrils into the cold. “Did you give money for all of it too?” The child asked putting his hands back onto his knees and Dabi looked away nervously. Maybe when Kaede was older he’d tell him all about how mean you were when the two of you first met (you still are…) but for now, he’d just get a simple response. “Not all the time, mommy was so stubborn that she barely let me pay, I had to force her to let me sometimes.” Kaede’s giggles were released into the air once more. He loved to hear stories about his parents.

Uncle Shoto told him all the time like about how the two of you were meanies to each other sometimes but Uncle Shoto told him not to tell the two of you that he knew that. “We stopped coming because I was being a meanie to her. A bit too mean.” Dabi said rubbing the back of his neck and Kaede nodded “But we’re learning to be nice.” Dabi finished and before his son could respond, his name was called by you who was struggling to hold three cones.

“Oh, oh! Coming!” The little boy muttered climbing down from his dad’s lap and running over to you as fast as his stubby legs could carry with Dabi watching carefully to make sure Kaede didn’t fall. His eyebrow raised at the color of the ice cream that you handed to the child “What’s that?” The tall man asked as the two of you came back over. “Kei wanted to try pistachio this time.” You responded by giving your lover his cookie dough cone and sitting down next to him on the hood of the car. You assisted Kaede to sit on the hood once again in between you and Dabi who stuck his tongue out in disgust “Gross, why would you get that?” He asked playfully looking down at his mini-me who fanned his hand in front of his mouth because he bit into the ice cream by accident.

“Uncle Shoto gave me some and ‘s good!” Kaede said as he began to deliver kitten licks to the green ice cream with a wide grin on his face humming at the taste “Of course, he’s always been weird like that…” The turquoise-eyed adult said with a sigh as he began to lick at his ice cream. You grunted and elbowed him from behind your toddler’s back and he hissed in response and sent a small glare your way.

Kaede kicked his feet in enjoyment “Do…uhm, do you wanna know how I taste this?” He asked in his usual toddler format looking up at the two of you who conversed with your eyes “Is it some big adventure like that little show you watch?” Dabi asked with a laugh and Kaede wiped around his mouth as he hummed “No but it was really cool!” The toddler said obviously excited to talk about his first interaction with this flavor of ice cream. You nodded to give him the go-ahead and he began to look up in the air to remember the incident.

“So…I was with Uncle Shoto and his friends were there too because they live together y’know? And he had iced cream but this big angry guy pushed it over and it hit my face!” Kaede said slapping a palm on his nose and Dabi hummed at this raising an eyebrow. You hoped that wasn’t the end because Dabi was 100% on board for beating up a teenager. “B-But I really like the uhm…taste! Yeah, that and the big angry guy bought me one to be sorry.” Kaede said and Dabi’s nerves seemed to visibly calm at that.

You draped an arm over your son’s shoulder “Well that was nice of him.” Kaede hummed in response to your statement before something caught his eye, a fit of red and white hair. It was Uncle Shoto! “Ah, Ah! Get me down!” He yelled as he tried to scurry off the hood of the car. After getting down, he waddled quickly over to the teenage boy “Uncle Shoto!” Shoto turned his head at his name being called while you and Dabi finally understood what was going on.

The teenager picked up the toddler before he could hug him “Watch it.” Shoto said looking at the ice cream cone and Kaede apologized. Dabi visibly seemed to be annoyed at the appearance of his youngest brother “Mommy gave me that iced cream!” Kaede said holding the cone to his uncle’s lips so he could get a taste “It’s ice cream.” Shoto corrected as he walked over to the two of you and it’s when you noticed that he was still in his pajamas, not even a hoodie.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be at your dorm?” You asked as he placed Kaede down to his feet “Wanted to walk and it’s not far from here.” Shoto said hugging you as a greeting and you smiled at him which Dabi grimaced at while he continued to lick his ice cream. “We were just talking about you. You appeared like the devil you are.” The white-haired man said glaring harshly at his younger brother who was unphased by the harsh treatment.

Shoto only gave his brother a blank stare “Nice to see you too brother.” Dabi gave him the fakest smile ever making you elbow him once again. You gave him a look that told him to be nice as Kaede told his uncle to seat the both of them on the hood of the car “What? I’m being nice.” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders while taking another lick of his ice cream and you only rolled your eyes.

“How has school been?” Shoto asked your son as he began to take small licks of the ice cream that Kaede was not paying attention to. “Uhm…Daddy, what did Miss Kusou tell you?” The boy asked looking back at his father but Dabi only laughed a bit at how his hair was covering his eyes. “Ahem…she said you were doing really good,” Dabi said trying to stop laughing and Kaede nodded along with Shoto.

“Your speech does seem clearer…sentences getting better too.” The high-schooler said running his hand down Kaede’s head and patting his head as if he was a pet. The kid shivered at a cold gust of wind “Cold!” He yelled and Shoto looked at you “Can we go inside the car? It is pretty cold.” You chuckled at how red his cheeks and nose were just like Dabi’s, they were really alike no matter how much they loved to deny it.

“No.” “Yes.”

Dabi looked at you as you looked at him, he didn’t even last more than a second before sighing and rolling his eyes to look away from you “Yeah, unlock the car baby.” You said looking back at Shoto who was already standing and holding your son(well it might as well have been his by the way they cling to each other). Dabi grumbled something under his breath before reaching into his pocket and unlocking the car. Shoto bowed his head as a silent thanks before going to sit inside the car with Kaede.

“You’re not gonna get in there with ‘em?” Dabi asked looking at you who shrugged at his question “I want to but I’m not leaving you out here by yourself.” You replied leaning onto his side while continuing to eat your ice cream and he merely hummed while continuing to look into the distance while eating his ice cream. There was something on his mind, you could tell from how quiet he was being.

Your hand slithered down to grab his free one “Are you okay?” Dabi let out a sigh as he looked at you silent and just staring before he looked away again and stared into the dark night “I need a cigarette.” His response made you frustrated. Dabi had a hard time telling you verbally when something was bothering him and telling his feelings and it made you so upset because when he was in a bad mood, he made it everyone’s problem but didn’t say anything about it.

Dabi began to walk away and to the driver’s side to probably go in and get his cigarettes but you pulled at his hand and stopped him. “No, c’mon tell me. Stop being like that.” You said pulling him closer and making him smack his teeth. Ugh, you made him say his feelings and shit…he hated that but he was still going to do it.

“I was just thinking about you, y’know…” The turquoise-eyed man said feeling embarrassed at telling you his feelings but you just rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand which made it a bit more easier for him. “I just remembered how much I missed this when I wasn’t with you and it’s like…you made me better than I was before,” Dabi said shrugging his shoulders once again just showing how nervous he was.

It was true, like I said before, you made Dabi a better person along with having a kid. When he first met you, he was alone, with no one, and was the worst he’s ever been in his life but then you came and you made him better. You comforted him about his family even to the point he stopped dying his hair, you made him feel good about himself. Dabi doesn’t want to break up with you again and so far, he’s been pretty good at that but no matter how good he gets, he’s always going to be him.

But you’re always going to be you and you cancel him out. Well…to a certain extent. “Aw, touya. I love you too.” You cooed gently pecking his lips and he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “I ain’t say that and you taste good.” Dabi said looking away with a flushed face. His eyes were locked on your ice cream cone and he took a huge chunk out of the nearly-melted ice cream. You pressed your hand against his face as you gasped loudly “Touya!” He only laughed at your complaints and kissed you.

The kiss which you thought was going to be innocent turned deep and open-mouthed but of course, nothing could stay innocent with Dabi. “Okay, Okay, tomorrow.” You said backing away from the man who let out a small whine at your words “Why not tonight?” Dabi asked and you rolled your eyes while you began to make your way to the passenger seat of the car.

“Because you have a son and a brother that are staying the night.” You said opening the car door and hoping in the seat while Dabi leaned against the window like he didn’t own the car. The boys were fast asleep in the back, shoto’s phone was set up still playing some cartoon and the only thing left of the ice cream cone was a small piece of the waffle cone left on the seat “Sho can go back to his dorms…” Dabi said and you smiled at him using the nickname for his brother, he never called him anything other than ‘shitface’ until you gave him a nickname.

You leaned closer and kissed him lightly “Kei’s still here, now drive us home.” You said giving him the sweetest smile that made him obey and walk over to his side. You licked your ice cream again as you looked back at the teenager and the toddler who slept soundly together, they were so adorable lying there together! But maybe Shoto needs to stay in school instead of trying to spend every minute with his nephew.

ps. no au!!

you were just relaxing in your bedroom with dabi watching some stupid movie who was not paying attention at all when the small smell of smoke filled your nostrils. of course dabi didn't notice, he was used to it and all so you were the one that got up.

but you did not expect the smell to come from your child's room and you certainly did not expect to find him glaring at his wooden toy that was in flames. it was one of those toys where you had to put the correct shaped block into the rightful hole and kaede hated it! but you said he had to learn. well, it seems like he's had enough of it.

kaede's palms still had sky blue (a bit lighter than dabi's)flames coming from them only adding to the fire "uh...bae?" you shouted keeping your eyes on the kid. you had no idea what to do. kaede wasn't even supposed to get his quirk yet! he wasn't even seven...and it was dabi's so he would know what to do.

by now there was a cloud of smoke and dabi had to notice it "whatever is on fire is not my fault! i swear this time!" you rolled your eyes at his comment as kaede turned his head to you, his gaze softening. dabi appeared by your side and took in the scene and loudly sighed.

"oh my fu–freaking...I said freaking." dabi said correcting himself before you could even scold him. he pushed past you and grabbed kaede by his underarms with his arms facing outward "alright keep your arms up like a statue while mommy cleans up your mess." dabi said as he left the room and headed to the kitchen. he smiled at how you grumbled annoyingly while beginning to put out the fire.

kaede glanced behind him at his room "did i make mommy mad?" he asked as dabi set him down in the kitchen to turn on the sink. kaede climbed onto his little stool and let dabi guide his hands under the water "no, more like I did." dabi said knowing you were annoyed that kaede got his quirk for a various of reasons. I mean he already looked liked him and now he has his quirk that may I add, causes HELL for you.

"ohh...sorry you made her mad." kaede said rubbing his palms together as if he was washing his hands and dabi shrugged "whatever, do your hands hurt?" he asked and smiled when kaede shook his head no. that was his biggest fear. kaede getting his quirk and everything bad that came with it, he didn't need him ending up a villain like him. it was already bad enough he was associated with it.

"if it hurts when it happens again tell me okay?" dabi said and kaede nodded cheerfully as he bit on his lip while beginning to play in the water. at least there was a guarantee that kaede wouldn't grow up so painful like he did.

"touya! you better be teaching him how to use that quirk!"

"yes ma'am."

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slimybeth69 · 4 months ago

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Touch: Part 11

Chapter Summary: Din and yourself spend some time apart.

Series Rating: Explicit

warnings/tags: heavy angst, some self-deprecating speech (reader), cliffhanger, use of alcohol and being intoxicated, healthy but sad relationship talks, idiots in love, unreliable narration, moff gideon (peep the new header)

a/n: all mistakes are mine because I move too fast-- also thanks again to @immarocketman for letting me use some of their art for my header!! (reader finally knows what Mr. Djarin looks like). I still can 't believe how perfect if fits with the theme of my fic 🥹 and being lucky enough to use it <3)

Just one time it would be nice to wake up next to Din still asleep next to you. The ship is completely empty, not even R5 is here. It’s so quiet, eerily silent as you walk around, exploring rooms you’ve only ever looked at the door of. So many guns and other weapons you hadn’t ever seen before. You play with the darksaber for a while.

You’re in the hull with more room to move around in. Okay. This is gonna be easy. You press the button with your left thumb and your whole left arm is propelled backwards but you hold on tight and force it back in front of you with a grunt.

“Fuckin’ knock it off.” You growl at it, and for some reason, the propulsion lessens in the other direction and you’re able to wield it more easily. Not very easy, but easier. You left arm feels weird holding a saber. You don't normally hold anything in this hand unless your right one is helping. You do spin it around a couple times and take a couple slashes through the air with it though. It starts to fight you again like it did before. “Knock it the fuck off, my guy. ” You stare at it and instead of fighting you…it’s purring. “Oh…do you like that? You stupid swamp-rat?”

The handle of the grip starts to vibrate like it’s telling you yes. What the fuck? You turn it off and set it down on the floor. Nope. Not today. Maybe.

Okay, you pick it back up and turn it on and again, your left arm almost get ripped off. You just think about how much you hate the thing in your hand. It purrs again. “No fuckin’ way.” You whisper. “You really do gotta be mean to it.”

With the lightsaber it was about respect and calmness. This was the opposite of a lightsaber so it’s about anger and chaos. It makes you laugh when your thoughts make the darksaber purr softly like it loves your bad thoughts and wants you to have more of them. You turn the saber off and put it back in the weapons room because you could have easily had more thoughts like that if you had held on to it. Kept working with it. It’s terrifying.

Then a crazy idea comes to you. You run to the cockpit and press a button.

With all the sun-shields down in the ship now, and no one can see in even if they try to, you look into your reflection in the helmet. You were told to wait but you don’t think you can. It’s too pretty, and you need to see what it’s like in there. You place it on top of your head as steadily as you can with one hand and then press it down slowly. It’s tight, you have to fight to get it down over your cheeks but once it’s on it fits like a glove. Din’s was way too big, you realize now. This is how a helmet should fit. You wish you could see yourself but it doesn’t matter. The heads-up display you’re looking into looks exactly like Din’s did. You can see fully almost completely around to the back of you.

Din had explained how his helmet worked to you one night in the darkness of the ship.

You press an unseen button on the left temple of the helmet and the HUD changes, “Infrared,” you whisper into the modulator. Hearing your own raspy voice through the static in your ears sends a shock through you. Now the display inside shows you an infrared picture of the inside of the ship. The only thing warm in the ship is where the engine is and that is only warm because it’s idling so the ship and you and Din and the child don’t freeze in the night. Din normally turns it off by now. You use your new helmet to go turn the engine off completely.

Another tap of that hidden button and the screen goes black for a moment and then changes back to just the normal ship. You press the button on the dash now that shuts the engine of the ship off and sigh.

You press the comms button and rasp his name but get no response. Shit.

Where is he?

You have a much bigger problem right now.

You’re stuck in your helmet. You cannot lift it off your head with just one hand. It’s too tight. You start to panic, because what if Din comes back before you can figure out how to get it off? What if everyone sees and then The Armorer hates you? Ugh no this cannot be happening.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.” Your modulated whisper echoes quietly thorough the ship. You’ve been trying for ten minutes. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You run around the ship in your helmet and nightgown like a fool. You look like a fool, such a fool. Why didn’t you just wait!? Din could have been here to see it and you could have had him help you get it off and now you’re going to get caught not following the rules. Being a brat. You could cry inside your helmet.

“Okay...” You’re panting. This is the last resort. Nothing else has worked. You have the heel of your left hand and the ball of your right foot inside the underside of the helmet and you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “Okay. I can do this.” You rasp softly. You push as hard as you can and finally, the helmet slips off your head. You gasp as your hair falls into your face. “Okay. I can take it off.” Very satisfied with yourself.

It’s dark again now. Dark as shit outside. You almost thought the sun visor was still down after you had put it back up. What the fuck!? Where was Din?! Where the hell was anyone? Not like you had gone to check. You hadn’t left the ship once today. Too sad. Too scared. You lay on the mat on the floor and sigh.

It’s been a thought pressing into your asshole all day. It’s painful and uncomfortable and you’d like it to go away but it persists. You can’t even speak it out into your brain, it's too painful.

Does Din lie to you?

He clearly has no quarrels eating your candy. Or telling you that you are not maimed when he clearly thought you had been. There were more lies too. You could feel it. He lied about your doodles! He had already seen what was in your notebook when he asked what you were doing! Another lie! Where does it end? When do the lies end and the truth begins with Lyin’ Din Djarin. Would he be capable of lying about loving you? Is he capable of lying to you to touch you? Is that all you're here for? He loves you but apparently you’re just a friend.

Okay. A normal person might die for their friend right? If they cared for them deeply enough? Yes. You guess. Would a friend let their friend stick an Amban Stun Gun in both of their holes at the same time and then let the friend watch through their stupid night vision helmet? Hpmh.

You don’t think so.

Friends also don’t jerk off and come on their friends' bellies or fill them with their seed and tell them they want you to carry their helmeted babies! No! Friend’s don’t do that stuff.

Fuck.

So Din lies and now you don’t know if you trust him? Is that what’s happening in that broken, dumb brain? Yes. That’s exactly what’s happening.

You gasp in horror.

Did Din ever even come visit you in the temple like he said he did?

No one ever mentioned him coming to see you, or stopping by-- not Ahsoka or Luke. None of the younglings or other Jedi's!

The reasoning could be that Luke and Ahsoka were trying to keep you levelheaded with a clear mind and un-desiring heart.

Or it could be because that lying metal man never even came to see you like he said he did. How would you ever know without asking the Jedi's outright?

What The Armorer said yesterday in the cockpit rings in your head. Din Djarin hid you away.

That’s exactly what that lying sonofabitch did! Hid you away on the Crest, hid you away on some celibacy planet full of children and Jedi.

Din Djarin didnt' seem very reluctant to watch you walk into your new sexless home while he said goodbye to Grogu.

Old feelings of anger and new ones mix together inside of you.

Nothing makes sense anymore...you’ve been alone too long. Alone with your thoughts for too long. Maybe. Or maybe this is good? Are you thinking clearly? You don’t know. You just know that one day you trusted Din with your whole life and now you’re questioning everything he’s ever told you.

Perfect. Beautiful.

Ugh. Those words make you feel sick because are you beautiful? You’re definitely not perfect.

You roll over onto your left side and just lay there with your eyes open until you hear the ramp drop down. You’ve had hours to stew in your newfound anger. It’s very justified.

He lies to you and now you don’t know what about. He admitted it himself-- he lies.

Din meets you in the hallway. You point at him with your index finger. Din stops in his tracks and holds the baby out to you. You take a step forward and Din takes a step back.

“Put the green child down.” You growl at Din.

He just shakes his helmet from side to side dramatically.

“Put. Him. Down.”

Din goes to put the child down, but then snaps back up and holds Grogu in his elbow crook. He shakes his head no at you again.

“I would like to yell at you. Really yell because I don’t think I ever have before. I’m not doing it in front of the baby, so put him down.” You speak more calmly than you thought you would. You thought you would be yelling already.

“I will never put this child down.” Din rasps through the modulator just as calmly.

You press two fingers into the bridge of your nose where there is a small cut and bruise. It hurts but you don’t care.

“You’re–” Din starts then stops suddenly, he tilts his helmet to the side. “Annoyed with me?”

The words fling you back into the past somehow, just like you flung through the air before you slammed into the rock in that bug-robots room and broke your back; it’s feeling much better now though. You’re sitting around the small fire, looking up at Din and you had no idea what was in store for you yet. He had just asked you the same question, if you were annoyed with him. Your response then was much more pleasant than what you say to him in the present.

“Annoyed doesn’t even begin to cover it, you lying sonofabitch!" You point at him again. “Full of lies. I wanna know what else you lie to me about, but you know what?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He shakes his helmet no slowly- almost like he doesn't want to answer you at all.

“I wouldn’t believe you!” Your brain doesn’t feel as foggy or as heavy as it did the other day, but oh man, you are just pissed off and you know why.

A real anger...with roots to it. You genuinely didn’t think Din could or would lie to you. You don’t know why. He was just a good honest man until he admitted he lied.

Told you to lie about the scars on your face. Like you’d lower yourself to his lying standards.

“I don’t lie?” Din sounds confused about where this is coming from. “Are you mad about the orange candies?”

You nod slowly and squint your eyes at him.

“I got you more. I was just on Nevarro.” Din pulls a bag from behind his back. Bigger than the first bag you got.

Sonofabitch. Why? You were just so mad at him, a good mad, a real mad and now he does this? You almost tell him to stop being cute but then you remember that you are mad! And not just about the orange treats.

“It’s not about the candies!” You exclaim.

Din tilts his head again. “You just said that it was about the candies.” He holds the bag out to you like you didn’t just watch him pull a giant sack of neon candy from behind his back. Like he’s a magician who performs at the casino when he’s done with his comedy sets!

“You lied about my face!” You flick your eyebrows up at him once and point to your mechnosutures.

Din’s head rolls backward and he stares at the ceiling. “Did you want me to say it looked bad? It did. It looked bad. Are you happy? Did that feel nice?” His helmet snaps to you as you take several angry steps towards him.

He takes several steps back but bumps into the table behind him.

“What else do you lie about, Djarin?”

Din’s helmet is staring down at you. He has the child in one hand and the bag of candy in the other.

“I don’t lie.” He sighs listlessly. “Why are you so upset? I thought our—” He looks down at the child in his arms and leans into you. “- talk last night made everything alright?”

“Oh, all the things you said to get me into bed and then also—” You glance at the child and then back to the helmet, “- get you in someplace else!? How very convenient that you had all those nice things to say suddenly. You couldn’t speak them to me before I was upset with you.” You cross your one good arm over your chest and take a step away and look down at the candy.

Din finally puts the child down now and sets the candy on the table behind him. “You think I lie? To you?” His helmet cocks to the side. “I don’t lie to you. Tease maybe. Poke fun at sometimes. I don’t lie to you.”

“You admitted you did. You said it last night yourself. And then I wake up this morning and you’re not here. You didn’t even wake me to say goodbye or tell me where you were going.” You uncross your one arm and Din puts one gloved hand over his pressure point in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I feel these things. I don’t like being left behind. Makes my mind wander. It’s terrible.”

Din rasps through the modulator, “It’s because you are a brat.”

You stare up at him, blinking.

“If you had left the ship and talked to my clan, been social with them at all, they would have told you where I went. They said you stayed here all day.”

"Well I--" You don't have a good reason for not going outside of the ship all day. Other than feeling sorry for yourself that Din had abandoned you once again. There isn't an excuse why you couldn't have gone to ask the Armorer or anyone else for that matter.

"A perfect opportunity for you to socialize-- potentially accrue friendships that are apparently so important to you, and I am the villain once again?" He sounds irritated with you more than anything now. He walks around you, leaving you to think about his kind gesture alone. "Brat," he mumbles under his breath through the voice modulator as he passes by.

You stay in your spot looking at the candies on the table and getting new scratches on your legs from Grogu who is trying to crawl up them with the razors on the ends of his fingers.

Are you still upset? Do you believe him?

You pick up Grogu and give him a small kiss on the forehead before you put him to bed in his little closet room.

The metal man does nice things, but he does them in such a strange way that it's hard to recognize them for what they are.

Din is on the floor in just his helmet and the blankets. He gasps in mock surprise, “The brat is here to sleep next to the liar?”

The words hurt, but you don't have anything to say because you do feel slightly foolish. All you had wanted to do was meet new people when you first started this gig. Din Djarin gave you a chance to do just that, and you stayed locked inside the ship all day.

“You tried on your helmet?” Din nods to it sitting on your bed.

You nod silently, wondering if he's going to be upset about that, too.

“Did you like it?” He asks apathetically, like he would rather talk about anything else.

“It got stuck. I had to use my foot to get it off.” You hold your right foot out in front of you and point to it with your left hand. “I was stuck for several minutes.” You don’t know why you’re telling him that. You had planned on never telling a single soul you got stuck in that thing.

Din chuckles, "I would have paid good credits to see that."

“Now you’re upset with me?” You ask, taking a step towards him. He shrugs.

Din turns his head to look at you. “I have every right to be upset with you if I want to be," he rasps. T

his makes your stomach flutter. But in a bad way. The worst way. You don’t know if Din has ever been upset with you unless it was for dying for two long minutes in the mines. Shit.

“I come back from helping High Magistrate Karga on Nevarro with my clan. You call me a liar and a sonofabitch .” Din shakes his helmet at you disappointingly.

Ouch that fucking hurts. Din’s right. You are a brat.

“I accepted that tract of land on Nevarro for us.” Din brings his hands under his helmet and rests it on them while he looks out of the window.

Us.

“You and Grogu?” You sink to your knees now and sit a couple feet behind him.

Din shakes his head still refusing to look at you again. “Brat," he rasps pointedly. “Of course not. I come home to try and tell you the good news and I get accused of lying about loving you before my boots are inside.” Din doesn’t look at you still.

Your heart is shattering in your chest.

“I’m sorry," you whisper softly. You feel like a fool, as foolish as you felt earlier with your helmet stuck on your head.

“Of course you are," Din sighs.

What does that mean? Why did he say it like that?

"You had a right to be upset yesterday--but not today. I did kiss you goodbye. I did not want to wake you because you are broken and healing. Was that so wrong of me?”

No it wasn't, it's actually very sweet and thoughtful of him. Very thoughtful. Fool. You’re a fool and now you think you may be sick, and possibly your heart will come out with the little food you’ve eaten today. You inch yourself closer to him slowly on the floor. Din tilts his helmet a little backwards so you can see his face visor.

“Are you upset because I said I don’t want you to swear the Creed?” Din respires softly into the modulator. “I wasn’t forbidding it. You are a free person to do as they wish. But why do you want it?” Din is still looking back at you as you inch now closer to him so you are right beside his helmet.

“So that we can be together.” You whisper.

Din’s helmet stares at you. “Are we not together right now?” Din sounds worried and now you’re confused.

“I…mean we’re physically together… right here and now. Yes.” You look around the room and back to Din.

“Why would you have to swear the Creed for us to be together?” Din sounds just as confused as you are.

You blink at him.

“Do–” The words you say next scare you because you’re afraid it’s going to scare him. “Don’t you have to marry another Mandalorian?” You look away because you are too afraid to see his reaction. You’re sure that when you look back he’s going to be gone. Back in the cave with his clan telling everyone how you’re crazy. Surely. But when you look back Din is sitting up. Yep just like you thought, getting ready to leave.

“No. Why would you think that?” Din rasps, turning his body towards you.

He is naked under those blankets and you just got a peek when he turned and now you’re not thinking about anything else. You’re just staring at that little trail of hair under his belly button and you can’t even hold back the smirk you have on your face because he is perfect. Actually perfect. Din snaps his fingers at you. It makes you jump and you look up into his helmet.

“What?” You’re smiling at yourself in his visor and he’s just looking at you. What does he want? You were enjoying yourself. You never get to look. It’s always dark when he’s not in beskar. You’ve seen him very few times without it. “What?” You ask again because he doesn’t say anything.

“Why would you think that?” He rasps, unentertained with you. You’re confused. What were you guys talking about?

“Think what?” You say before you actually think about it because really, all you want to do is touch him and you have to stop yourself. Your eyes flick back down to his stomach and his little trail of hair and then back up to his helmet and then back down. Din covers himself with the blankets. “Hey, why’d you go and do that?” You look up into his helmet.

“ Why… would I only be able to marry another Mandalorian?” Din is still covering himself with the blankets when you remember what you were talking about. You still don’t have an answer because you don’t know why you thought that. It…just made sense? You’re staring at yourself in his helmet when he snaps at you again with his fingers.

“Would you stop doing that!” You exclaim quietly. “I’m not a small animal. You can speak to me!” You tap your index finger on the floor of the ship one time and hold it there between the two of you. Din taps his finger in a similar fashion on the floor next to yours but more times and rapidly as he rasps through the modulator quickly and annoyed.

“I have been speaking to you! You don’t speak back. Say something—stop staring at me, and I will stop snapping at you.”

“I don’t know why I make these things up in my head! You not being able to lie. Then you only lying to me. Why must a mandalorian marry within a clan. I was convinced you slept in your beskar for Makers sake! I don’t know. I just do it!” You start tapping your finger on the floor of the ship quickly like him. “I don’t know! Stop snapping your fingers at me!”

Din does it. He just snaps his ungloved fingers right in your face and as soon as he’s done he crosses his arms over his chest and covers his pressure points with his hands.

You gasp. How dare he snap and then block himself?!

“I’m learning,” Din rasps softly, nodding slowly. “You think you are the only one whose brain tells them false truths?” Din shakes his head at you. “The things I told myself you were doing at that temple without me—I’d come to see you and Ahsoka wouldn’t even let me inside. Luke wouldn’t even answer my questions about you. They just said you were fine. When I asked if you’d like to come with me they said no—”

You gasp louder than you have ever gasped before in your whole life.

“They did what!?” you almost shout. “They never told me you asked for me. I would have said yes .” You look all around the floor around you, thinking of ways you can hurt Luke and Ahsoka. How could they do that to you? Make that choice for you. Now you not receiving a gift at the temple makes sense. He didn’t think you wanted to come back to him

“Yes, so you’re not the only one who has untrue thoughts in your head. Did I accuse you of being with another, or not caring for me after two years of waiting for you as soon as you got off that return ship? No! I did not!” Din is very annoyed with you. You’ve never heard him talk that fast.

You are a dumb brat. A real idiot.

“I figured out the darksaber while you were on Nevarro!” You snap at him because you are unwilling to accept that you are in fact a giant dumb idiot brat. Din called it. You feel stupid. You try to change the subject. It works.

“You did? You wielded it well in the mines. You wielded it well here on the ship.” Din’s head turns to the window for a moment and then snaps back to you. “We can talk about that later. Admit that you are wrong. Apologize to me. Because what you do is wrong. Accuse me? You say you love me. Love me so much. Yet you can’t speak to me. Can’t ask me simple questions that would ease your beautiful bruised brain. You want to yell at me. You want to call me names. I call you my little one and I get called sonofabitch. So loving . I don’t get a nice name from you.” Din lays back down on his pillows and his raspy sigh breaks your heart.

You are a hotheaded…stupid…ungrateful brat. You accept it in your heart now. You try to move closer to him but he pulls his arm away.

“I am upset with you now.” Din rasps. Your heart no longer exists. You reach for him but he pulls away again.

“Can I fix this right now…or should I go…to the cockpit for a while?” You’re not really sure what you’re saying, but maybe he just needs a minute to cool down.

“Go look at buttons for a while if that’s what you wish to do. I don’t care where you go. I’ll come to you when I’m no longer upset.”

It’s a struggle to get to your feet. You have been hunched for so long. You finally do though. You grab a blanket off your bed and your helmet and hold the tears back until you get out into the hallway and shut the door. The crying you're doing has no sound. You can’t breathe. It’s not coming to you when you try. This is worse. This is the worst feeling in the whole world because Din had never cast you away like this. He leaves. He walks away. It feels like it takes twenty years to get to the cockpit. Once the door there is shut, you can gasp. All the air in the cockpit is now in your lungs and you think you’re going to explode.

The button to close the sun shields feels like it fights back against you when you press it. They close and you’re plunged into darkness. The helmet goes on like last time, with a struggle. But then you sit in the co-pilot's chair in the dark. Looking at everything through your night vision. Din still hasn’t seen you in your helmet. He might never want to.

The door to the cockpit opening jolts you almost out of the chair you fell asleep crying in. Your helmet is still on when Din walks in, wearing his black undergarments and his helmet. Everything is still in night vision and you don’t know what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. You know you cried for a long time. Din sit’s down in his chair silently after he shuts the door. He doesn’t even look at you. It feels like time has stopped. Somehow being able to see into the void makes the now soft constant static ticking in your ear less comforting. Din just stared forward like a droid.

“Peli needs some help on Tatooine. She asked me if I knew anyone who could help her out for a while and I think you should go.” Din’s rasp sounds just like it does when you have your helmet off.

You start thinking of arguments of why you should stay and why you need to be here with him. You want to tell him that you’ll share the floor bed on this ship with him forever if that’s what he wanted.

“Okay.” You don’t say any of those things, because if Din doesn’t want you here, what’s the point of being here? Grogu loves you. You love Grogu but he is not your child. As much as you wish he was, he is Din’s child. Din’s alone. R5 is your child though, whether Din likes it or not.

“Not for long, two weeks possibly.” Din still hasn’t looked in your direction, you haven’t stopped looking in his direction. Things feel so different right now. “I have things to attend to. I’ll leave this ship and take the N-1.” So he has to come back for you. He can’t just leave you there. “I’ll be taking Grogu though.”

You just nod in response because you know he can see your helmet nodding at him in his display. Even if he’s not looking in your direction. You think about swearing the Creed. You could just stay here. Walk the Way. This doesn’t feel like the Way though. None of this feels noble or honorable or brave.

“I’m sorry.” You rasp to him in the dark. He nods in response. Still not looking at you. “I shouldn’t have called you mean things.” You whisper into your modulator. You could keep this thing on forever. If Din never wanted to kiss you again? You’re never taking this helmet off.

“I’ll drop you at Peli’s in a couple hours. You should rest before we get there. One shoulder or not she’ll put you to work.” Din rasps. You also like this helmet because Din can’t see your tears.

“Have you rested?” You ask softly. He shakes his head from side to side. “Would you like to come rest with me? It can be quiet and dark.” Din does nothing for a long time and then he stands and opens the door to the cockpit and walks out. You follow him into the bedroom.

Din has his hands on the side of your helmet and is pulling it off for you. He sets it on your bed you think, it’s dark again. Then you lay down on the mats below your feet and wait for him. When he crawls in next to you can feel that he took his black undershirt off. When he lays down onto your chest and you wrap your hand around his neck and twist his hair in your finger he sighs. It makes you sigh.

You keep your promise and stay quiet until you hear him snoring softly. You can feel it in his chest when he breathes too. Just a deep rumble. You keep twirling his hair in your fingers taking in this feeling because you wont be with him for two weeks and then who knows if he will want you to be around after that. Bo-Katan has been around more than normal. Maybe she did all this to get in between you two because she was jealous. You don’t know. You don’t seem to know anything. You make up lies. You’re the liar. You lie to yourself.

Din’s arm suddenly flinches softly and then he tightens it around your waist and pulls you closer into him.

“I love you. Death cannot part us. Mine forever.” You whisper it down into his ears and hope your words are delivered to him like gifts wrapped in bows as he dreams. If he dreams. Tired Din. Working so hard all the time. Barely rested. Cares for you deeply. Loves you.

The night passes you and sleep avoids your eyes. Passes them right by and you just lay with your eyes open in the dark. You touched Din all night long. Across his strong, muscular back and you twirled his hair in your fingers until he stirred against your chest. It stays quiet in the ship as his breathing goes from soft rumbly snoring to his regular, soft breaths of air. His hair stays in your fingers until he’s pulling himself away from you.

“I need you to show me how to use the darksaber.” Din whispers into the dark. You could cry again. No kiss or any sign of affection that he still meant those words he spoke to you so gently the other night.

“Okay.” It takes everything in you to keep it together while you get dressed in real clothes. You put your boots on. You put your helmet on because you're ashamed of your selfish face and don’t want Din to see your selfish eyes.

You grab the darksaber and your lightsaber from the weapons room and meet him in the hull. Din watches as you set both handles on the ground in front of him.

“This one,” You point to the lightsaber with your foot. “You need to be able to control your mind. Have peace and serenity in your heart and mind. You don’t think when you hold the saber. It’s almost like the saber thinks for you. Leads you to what your heart really wants almost. It’s helping you during your fight.” You rasp. You pick it up in your left hand and let the plasma extend. “You love it. You care for your saber like it was an extension of your own arm.” You hold it out in front of you as it hums quietly. Din nods. You sheathe the plasma and clip the lightsaber to your waistband.

The darksaber feels like one hundred of your lightsabers.

“You don’t need any of that when it comes to this though.” You respire as you hold the handle of the darksaber out to him. He takes it within his gloved hand and grasps it gently. “You hate to hate it.” Din’s helmet snaps up to yours. Your helmet nods at him. “Turn it on and let all the bad inside of you flow through it. It feels and propels itself against your positivity. Away from your serenity.” Din looks back down at the saber and you take several large steps back as he presses the button. You can see him fighting back against it.

“Fuck.” Din rasps as he has to wrap his left hand around the grip now, forcing it forward with his body weight. “Shit.” You see his hands slipping from the handle.

“Din, be mad at it. Think about all the terrible things you could do with it.” You hold your hands at your side. It’s like he didn’t listen to a single word you said. The lightsaber on your belt feels cool in your hands as you unsheathe the plasma again. “C’mon. Think about how terrible it is and lift it over your head. Bring it down onto mine.” You hold your lightsaber up sideways above your head so you can block Din’s attempt to slice into the air.

Din can’t lift the saber over his head. It’s fighting him too much.

“Hard.” Din’s rasp is strained like he’s really fighting with it.

“You’re not being angry enough. Let the saber feed off any anger inside you. The chaos, the bad. Let the saber take it from you.” You try to explain to Din over the buzzing of the sabers in your hands. Din hesitates for a second and then you watch as he brings the darksaber over his head and brings it down onto your plasma blade hard. It vibrates in your hand when he connects.

You’re full of excitement for Din. It’s short lived as he retracts the white plasma back into the handle and clips it to his belt.

“Thank you. Good job.” And then he leaves you in the hull and walks to the cockpit.

Okay. This is terrible. The actual worst feeling in the whole world.

“Good morning.” Grogu looks up at you through the crack in the door and presses himself into the wall. The helmet must be scaring him. “It’s just me. I just have a helmet on like your Dad.” You open the door completely but Grogu doesn’t move. “Do you not like it?” You show off your helmet to him and he shakes his head. “Why? Is it frightening to you?” The child nods as you bend at the knees to his level. “Don’t be frightened, young foundling. It’s just I. Your caretaker. Your bratty helmeted babysitter.” You whisper down to him through the modulator.

Grogu hesitantly peels himself away from the wall and takes a step towards you. You extend your arm to him and he scrambles up it and to your shoulder where he inspects his own reflection in the side of your helmet.

“A very handsome boy.” You rasp to him as you watch him look at himself. “Hey, listen to me.” You pull him down off your shoulder and hold him in the crook of your elbow as you make your way into your bedroom. You set the child down on the metal bedframe you no longer use. You sit down on the ground in front of him. “I have to go help Peli for a while.” Grogu gets so excited but you have to put your hand on one of his shoulders and calm him. “Just me. You’ll stay with your Dad while I’m gone.” Grogu looks up at you with big eyes and it makes your eyes water from behind your HUD.

Grogu babbles sadly.

“I know.” You try to hold back a sob. “I know. I’m gonna miss you too.” The tears well in your eyes and your nose burns for a moment while you hold it back. “A lot. I will. I’ll miss you but our friend Peli needs my help and I’m the only one who can do it.” You shrug your shoulders and say the words fast so you can get them out before you have to hold back a sob in front of the child.

Grogu warbles sound downcast.

“No, I’m not still mad about the scratches.” More fast spat out words because you’re crying behind the helmet but you don’t want to sound like you're crying. You tilt your helmet to the side when you look down at him now. “I love you very much. I always will. But I need to go for a while. And you ne–need to learn h-how to become a-a-a M-Mandalorian.” You stammer into the modulator. This is hard. “I love you.” You lean down and press the forehead of your helmet to his tiny little green head and sigh. “My good boy.” You whisper into the modulator.

“What good is she to me with one shoulder and a helmet?” Peli looks at you, and you look back at her through the HUD. “Is she the same one who was here last time?” She leans down and looks at her reflection in the shiny beskar. “What’d ya do to her in the mines of Mand’alor? She mess that face up real bad? It’s ugly under there now? Shame. She was cute.”

“She has a couple scratches.” Din rasps flatly. “She works hard. Is strong despite the shoulder.” Peli looks you up and down and you watch her through the display. “It’ll be good for her.”

This makes you roll your eyes under the helmet. He’s not wrong though it’ll be good for your ungrateful ass and maybe you’ll actually learn something this time. What is the most frustrating about all of this is that Din is right. If you had just calmly sat down at the table after greeting him from being gone all day and thanked him for the candy and taken the child from him; you could have talked to him nicely and told him how you felt and he would have comforted you and made you feel reassured.

No. You went in yelling at him with your finger pointed. Calling him a sonofabitch for things you didn’t even know were true. Hurtful accusations that he manipulated you into allowing him to touch you when it was something you had been drawing in your notebook! For several days leading up to the first incident in the Crest! Din’s request was strange but it eventually gave you what you had been wanting so badly. Did it not!? To see the image of his lower stomach and the base of him! He does have a curly patch of dark pubic hair that rents space there! You had forgotten because you never saw that notebook again.

“Alright. She’s gonna get put to work.” Peli gives you a big missing-one-tooth smile and you nod your head once at her slowly because you can’t smile back. She turns to Din now and sighs, rolling her eyes. “Okay. I’ll give you twenty percent off since she’s workin’ for free. Only ‘cause I gotta go find the part you need for that big honkin’ ship anyway.”

Wait. Did Din just…trade your services here at Peli’s for discounted work on the ship? Sure seems like it. Who cares, maybe she can teach you something.

“Two weeks seems like more than twenty percent.” Din rasps make you turn your helmet at him. Now he’s bargaining. Peli points an index finger and then looks at you; she looks back to Din and points her finger at his helmet.

“Fine. Forty but only ‘cause I like the kid.” Peli cradles him in her elbow. “You sure he can’t stay? I’ll throw in an extra ten percent if ya let him.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down quickly at Din but frowns and rocks back on the heels of her foot when Din shakes his helmet from side to side.

“Kids gotta come with me this time.” Din rasps holding one gloved hand out to him. Grogu turns away from him and into Peli’s chest. Din tilts his head to the side because Grogu never does that. The child always goes to Dad Djarin. You gasp quietly enough but it registers in the modulator. Din’s helmet snaps at you and then back to the child. “Grogu, come on. We have to go.”

Grogu shakes his head from side to side. He said no. You gasp again softly and take a step back in shock. Din’s helmet stays on Grogu but he points back at you with his free hands.

“Stop making that sound.” Then he holds the hand that had been pointing behind him at you up to Grogu. “Okay, our visit with Peli is over. We need to go.” Din’s not messing around. Grogu pulls his ears into his head tightly and chomps with his little teeth at Din’s gloved hand.

You make a very audible gasp. Your hand goes to your chest again, in shock, and Peli laughs loudly while Din’s hands fall to his sides.

“See! Even he wants to stay with Peli!” She laughs again and holds the frowning child out to Din. Grogu is really frowning. His little ears are stiff against his head and his eyebrows are furrowed as Din takes him from Peli. As soon as the child is in Din’s hands he looks back at you, reaching for you with his little arms and now his eyes are sad and his ears are much less stiff. He’s whimpering. “Ohhh. He wants his mommy! Give ‘em to her, Mando! It’s sad!” Peli exclaims, pointing between you and the child now.

Din turns and holds the child out to you. Grogu doesn’t wait for either of you to be close enough to exchange him, Grogu flings himself to you and wraps himself around your neck as tightly as he can with your helmet now. It knocks you back a couple of stumbled steps but you regain your balance.

“Oh, it’ll be okay. I’ll see you soon, I promise.” You hold your one good hand up to his back to hold him to you even though you don’t need to, his grip is tight. “You have to go learn things with your dad. I’m going to miss you too.” You pat his back a couple of times. Grogu babbles quietly. He sounds different in your helmet. Raspier. Like Din. Everything rasps. Including you now too. “Shhhh. It’s gonna be alright.” You turn your back and start to walk back towards the ship.

Din’s close behind you.

Once inside the not-so-new ship– an X4 Gunship you just learned the name of it three minutes ago when Peli told you–Din never bothered to tell you but you had also never bothered to ask– Grogu would not let go of you. Din had his hand on his little waist and Grogu had his grip dug into your shoulders now.

“Oohh my May-ker— stop pullin’ him! He’s got his lil’ razors in me again—Grogu! Knock it off!” Your knees buckle at the white hot pain searing into your flesh. “Grogu! Release! Drop it! Let me go!” You plead raspily with the child but he holds tight, whining and whimpering loudly.

“Grogu. This is not funny.” Din’s modulated voice sounds serious. “I mean it. Let go of the blasted woman! Get your claws out of her!” Din’s not messing around. Grogu does not care. “I’m going to lift and you drop at the same time.” Din’s helmet peers around the side of Grogu’s head. You nod in confirmation because you cannot speak.

Din lifts the child from off your chest and shoulders and at the same time, you bend your knees and drop to the floor and finally—relief of some sort as his lil’ fuckin’ knives come— get ripped out of your flesh.

“You are a crikking little snot!” You exclaim from the floor. “You maim my face! You use me as a pin cushion! I am just a girl, Grogu! I feel pain! Just like you do! Oh my Maker! ” You bring one hand to your bad shoulder and sigh. It had just started to not ache dully all the time and he does this!

“I know you are going to miss her. We will only be gone for two or three weeks.” Din rasps. You have to fight everything inside of you telling to question him about this new, extra week he just mentioned for the first time.

“I will miss you too.” You stand from the floor and pet his ears softly. “Don’t scratch or impale me anymore. I do not like it.” You scold him softly. “I love you dearly. Please be careful.” You press your helmeted forehead to his little green one. “Behave.” You rasp quietly. “Learn to Walk the Way.” You sigh into the modulator.

“I will be back for you soon. There are just–” Din starts to rasp but you snap your helmet up at him.

“Things to attend to. I understand.” You wish he would just leave if he’s going to leave you here for a month. “Time away will be good for me.” You lie. You lie to Din Djarin. But you wonder to yourself if it is in fact a lie. Will time with these new thoughts and feelings all alone be good for you? It’s all unknown now. R5 bleeps up at them sadly. You touch the top of his little domed head.

“I’m glad you’re looking at it that way.” Din is short, turning his helmet to look at the wall now.

Nothing he has said makes you think that he actually wants to come back for you.

“I’ll be thinking of you.” You rasp quietly, looking down at your feet.

“And I you. I must go. I’ll send a call if I have time.” Din presses his helmet to yours very gently and very quickly before turning to enter the door that leads to the hangar.

You waste no time going to Peli and asking what she needs help with. R5 follows you as she leads you to a giant room. Big. So big and so many shelves and a set of rolling stairs that go all the way to the top.

“I need this—” She holds both her hands up and does a slow spin. “-cleaned and organized. My picker droids don’t do well on the stairs and the Jawas are too small.”

You look around the room that is about the size of a cathedral. It has multiple shelves throughout and those shelves are covered with things! You don’t even know what most of those things are!

“The picker droids and the Jawas will help with the organizing part. But you’ll need to clean, give everything a good wipe down. Make sure nothin’s too yucky .” Peli looks at you and nods. “You can be done when the sun goes down. You’ll start after we eat breakfast. I’ll feed you, I guess. But then you’re on your own. Don’t come knocking on my door looking for entertainment when it’s dark. I’ll be asleep.”

“Okay. Thanks for letting me stay here.” Peli gives you a look of distaste.

“Well Mando practically begged me, and he’s a friend so…Get to work!” She points at the shelves.

Begged. Begged Peli to let you stay. You don’t blame him, you had been a brat and were still healing so it’s not like you could be much used to him in whatever matters he has to attend to. Mando didn’t tell you.

The rest of the evening is spent talking to R5.

“Do you think this is too yucky?” You rasp to the droid; holding up a long cylindrical pipe covered in grease and rust and…hair or fur. The droid backs away, then bloops quickly in response. “Yeah, me too.” You say tossing it in a large bucket Peli had brought in. There are so many things. Old ship parts. New ship parts. Pieces of clothing. Helmets, shoulder pauldrons, shin guards of all kinds. There were podracer pieces! So many things. You organize it all into piles the best you can when Peli comes in and tells you that the work day is over.

“Know of any good bars around here?” You ask, taking your helmet off for the first time with Peli’s help.

“Didn’t think you guys could take these off.” She sighed, handing the helmet back to you after you fix your hair.

“I’m not a Mandalorian. Just got the cool helmet.” You sigh at her and shrug your one good shoulder.

“I see…” She looks you up and down, noticing the lightsaber on your hip. “Well…with that thing you could probably check out Mos Eisley. Not too far, you can walk. Just lil’ dangerous though. Be careful. I told Din I’d keep my eye out and you’re not going to blow me in for lying by gettin’ hurt more than you already are!” She exclaimed, pointing in the direction of the cantina.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender smiled at you so sweetly. Even though you probably looked like you could cry and fall off your stool and die.

“Can I please have a whiskey?” You sigh and set your bag down in your lap. She nods and grabs a bottle from behind her.

“I have this! It’s a really nice Tevraki whiskey. A great year.” She explains as you nod mindlessly. You don’t care where it’s from or how old it is or who its’ mother could be. You just want to ease the pain in your heart and this is the only way you know how.

“That’ll be eight credits.” She holds her hand out to you. Picking through your bag for the right amount, you hand them to her but not before stumbling across a loose piece of paper. From your notebook.

How long has this been in here? You don’t really go through your bag often any more. You don’t need it much. You don’t remember this being in here the last time you looked inside though. When you unfold the wrinkled and soft paper in your hands and see the doodle inside it brings tears to your eyes. It’s a little doodle of the child you had done so so long ago. You don’t doodle much anymore. Lost the need for it very quickly when you stopped being bored all the time.

You press the old piece of paper to your chest and drink the entire small glass of whiskey in front of you in one big gulp. It burns going down, you almost choke but you force it back, down deep into your belly where it’s still burning you. Is that lava!? Real life hot lava you just drank?! Why do people drink that!? You’ve never had it before, it was just something that you had heard people around you at the casino order! It was ordered so often that you assumed it had to be good and look at you now, assuming more things and now almost throwing up in the cantina. Like a fool. Assuming. Have you learned nothing? Stick to your fruity drinks that glow in the dark or that delicious mandalorian wine.

“Would you like another?” The bartender notices your empty glass and you nod, too afraid to tell her you did not want another and would like something that glowed. Or tasted like sweet candy. She was already pouring more brown liquid into your glass. You pay her and stare at the shot in front of you.

Brown. Who wants to drink things that are brown and taste like they came out of the engine of the X4 Gunship! And burn. You hold it in your hand like it might bite you as you bring it to your lips. You drink it so fast and it still burns. The previous drink did absolutely nothing to prepare your body for this one like you had been hoping.

This time you almost spit it out. You almost reject it—but you make yourself swallow it. You are not going to throw up in this cantina. You are a grown woman and you already are on the verge of a mental breakdown. That would completely send you over the edge. Embarrassing yourself in front of all these people who are looking at you—

Why was everyone in this cantina staring right at you? You do a little look around the room and almost every single set of eyes or one eye or multiple sets of eyes on one face were looking at you. Some of them looked at you in awe, like they could not believe that you were actually sitting in front of them. Some of these faces and eyes looked at you with unease…distaste maybe. You couldn’t tell there were so many eyes your own two eyes were flashing between.

You wish you had your helmet but you would have had to take it off to drink anyway. The hood of your robe goes up over your face because maybe…they’re just not used to seeing a small dala alone in their bar. Unarmored. Looking broken and fragile. Most of these people in the cantina looked like smugglers! Where had Peli sent you off to?!

“Do you want another?” The bartender was already pouring brown liquid in your glass again before you could respond that yes you did want more in your glass and in your belly because once that nasty brown shit got down there…it was kinda nice. You felt warm all over. Every inch of you was…loose. It was nice to not feel tense and angry and upset.

You’ve been trying so hard to not think about Din, it’s only day one. You have so many days left of trying not to think about him. And he leaves you with no answers, nothing to know if you should be waiting for him or packing your things to get off the ship when he returns. You don’t know. Again, nothing makes sense and this all just hurts your heart too much. The doodle of Grogu is still pressed tightly to your chest with your right hand as your left takes the drink. You hand the bartender more credits and now…you can go home.

Back to X4, not home. Your home would be on Nevarro with Din and the two little ones hopefully. Not this forsaken ship! You kick it when you get back to it. You stand right alongside the landing gear and give it a good ole whack with your foot and now that hurts too. Why are you such a fool? You limp into the ship and R5 bleep bloops at you happily. You lay down right on the floor inside the ship's entrance once the ramp is shut.

“Do you still care for me, tiny droid child?” You turn your head to the droid who is rolling himself into your leg, bleeping over and over again. “I don’t want to get up. I’d like to die here. Honestly.” The droid increases his beeping and his rolling into your leg repeatedly. “Oh stop it. I’m not actually going to. I’m being dramatic. I like being dramatic. I like to complain and bitch and be an asshole to someone I love, apparently.” You exclaim exasperatedly.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Kyr'am Kelir kis'wa mhi. Pal'vut ratiin. I love you. Death will part us. Mine always.” Din’s voice rings throughout the ship and you sit up so quickly it makes you lightheaded.

“Din?” You look around but then he speaks again but it’s coming from the same room as you. You look around and it’s coming from R5. “Are you doing that? How are you doing that? Din?” You speak into the droid's dome but Din just keeps repeating it over and over again. It’s a recording. “You recorded us!?” You gasp at the droid who stops playing the recording and starts beeping again wildly and rolling away from you.

It’s a struggle to get to your feet but you stumble after him shouting obscenities at him for recording you like that. You fall asleep on your bed with R5 next to you playing that recording for you as you touch the top of his little head.

“Do you think he still cares for me in that way?” You whisper to the flashing buttons in the dark.

He doesn’t respond to you this time.

The cantina isn’t too bad. You like whiskey now after your two long weeks. Peli said you did good when you showed her that you had finished that giant room. Your shoulder still hurts but you took the sling off. Now you must wait for Din to return, however long that will be. You feel a gloved hand on your shoulder and your stomach flutters.

“I was just thinkin–” The glove on your shoulder is not the one of Din Djarin. Who is this strange glove that’s holding your shoulder this way?

“Hello little-loth. Aren’t you just lovely? The stories I hear of you do not do you justice.” A very calm and astute sounding voice from behind you says. It’s unmodulated. You turn and see a tall man with a dark complexion a black mustache and short, almost shaved black hair smiling at you kindly. There are nine storm-troopers standing behind him in all black. You sigh loudly. “I’m Moff Gideon. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

“Moff Gideon?” You do not know this man. You’ve never even heard his name. You look back at the bartender but she is nowhere to be seen. It feels like it’s just the eleven of you here in this cantina.

“Oh…Did Din Djarin not tell you about me?” He cocks his head to the side and takes a seat alongside you at the bar. “He didn’t tell you about how I captured the small green child you cared for so many years ago? Even if it was only for a couple hours.” Moff Gideon is smiling at you, like he knows a secret that you do not and he’s about to tell you.

“I still care for the child.” You say, turning your nose up at him because who even was he? Obviously Din got the child back. So who cares? “Why are you here? What stories have you heard about me?” You’re curious, that's for sure. What could this man in black want with you? Why is he talking to you?

“Oh, I’ve heard many stories. That you have your own lightsaber made of beskar.” He raises his eyebrows once and smirks. “That is very impressive of a woman of your stature. Especially one without the Force. Or any previous militia training.” He nods his head at you like he really is impressed. “I’ve heard stories of your beauty.” Gideon raises one glove and very tenderly traces the back of three fingers across the scars where your mechnosutures used to be. “Scarred. Still beautiful though. Now I hear you have your own helmet. And that you’ve mastered the darksaber.”

Panic. You’re not sure why but pure panic fills your body because the only person that knows that is Din you’re pretty sure. Unless he told people. How did Moff Gideon hear of this?

“Not mastered. I think I figured it out though.” You try to stay as calm as you can because if you panic you don’t know what this caped man in armor will do to you.

“So you know about the anger?” Gideon asks curiously. You nod in response. “Think of what you could do if you hated your opponent.” Your eyes go wide when you do think about it because that has never crossed your mind. You had only thought about the hatred for the thing in your hand. If the lightsaber guided you towards the good things you fought for… what would the darksaber guide you to,with angry, hate filled thoughts of murder and massacre? “Have you ever killed anyone, beautiful little loth-cat? He whispers the last part to you. It makes you shiver.

“No.” You say because you honestly didn’t even kill the bug down in mines. Din did after you passed out. Why is he asking you these questions? What’s it to him?

“Would you like to? I hear you’re very skilled. I could use…what is it that Din Djarin calls you?” He looks to the ceiling and then to his stormtroopers like they would help him. “Oh. I remember now. Hired help.”

“That was before.” You whisper softly. The words make you want to throw up but that’s exactly what you had been at one time. Help that he hired. And this was so many years ago. He’s just trying to anger you.

“So what are you to The Mandalorian?” Moff Gideon raises an eyebrow. “Because right now…he’s in the stars with Bo-Katan Kryze. Flying in her ship. Potentially sleeping in her bed—alongside her .”

You actually feel like you’re going to throw up. It’s been a nagging thought in your brain. He did take the N-1 but there is no place to sleep there. That’s no place to house a child.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, looking away from Gideon now.

“I know what you could be…to me.” He sounds so pleased with himself.

“Oh and what is that? More hired help?” You’re annoyed and wished he would go away.

“You would definitely be helping me with something.”

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marcusklein she's gonna make it up to him tonight

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ohnomeshoes no joke, bagging y/n might just be the best thing to happen to lando, man's is killing it on all fields!!

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hamilt44n once in a while y/n posts one of these fam fam posts and every time there's a new addition 😭

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norry4 lando being accepted as a part of the family, my boy promoted to dad and step dad 🥺

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y/nusername unplanned parenthood

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bobnorriz she already got a goat back at her parents house, two horses and one fucking duck 💀

y/nusername they didn't fit in my place here in Monaco unfortunately :(

bobnorriz girl get a farm 😅

carlandooo wait so you really adopted a cat back in Spain lmao

landonorris I'll find a cow in the living room next week

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mrsnorris 'home far away from home' and for what reason? Oh that's right..Carlos..🥴

chilisainz okay bestie, let's put you to bed..okay? You're talking shit again.

norrizz honestly, it's been a while since we last saw you..how have you been my love? Enjoying every single piece of y/nlando content we've had so far? 🥰

yukisan okaaay but that food looks amazing 😭

teamnotrell bunch of cuties enjoying their few days off :)

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maxfewtrell okay mate..

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sillylittlejellyfish · 8 months ago

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SharkBoy and LavaGirl

Synopsis: You and your twin brother get on camp with the help of Percy and his friends, your sister is lost and when they come back from looking from her they say that she died. Some years later and you're really close to Percy, or shall I say, SharkBoy. Maybe something may happen between you two?

Pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader, nico di angelo x twinsister!reader(platonic)

Warnings: English is not my first language,bad writing??, making out(nothing too heavy tho), some cuss words but there's like only 4? I changed a bit The original story and aged up a little the characters! They met when they were 14,jusr so you don't get lost while reading. Proofread once, so if there's anything wrong tell me! The "headers" are not mine,they are from @cafekitsune

Words:3.5K (I never wrote something this much before lmao)

a/n: I'm a bit sick theses days and work + school have been killing me. so it took me a while to write this one. I don't know if Iike it or not,let me know what you think!

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the strange monster comes my way, I feel the guitar pick necklace that Chiron, my teacher, gave me start to shift and it suddenly turns into a bow and arrow, I quickly grab them and shoot the arrow in the manticore, as I do this I quickly see it turn into ashes that fly with the wind.

I fall into my knees feeling tired, I look around for my brother and my sister and I can't see them anywhere, but I see Groover,Annabeth and Percy running to me, I start to fall to the side and my vision start to blur,before they could reach me, I pass out and everything I see is black.

Percy's POV

Y/n passed out just as soon as I reached her and Nico di Angelo, her twin brother, arrived as soon as I got there, I grab her before she falls completely on the ground and I carry her I'm my arms, turning around and start walking to Grover and Annabeth with her in my arms and Nico right after me.

"Have you seen bianca?" Bianca is their sister, we haven't seen her since we got here, but we can't look for her now, we gotta go back to the camp.

"Sorry Nico,but I haven't. We can look for her after we get you and y/n back to the camp" I make and apologetic look to him, Annabeth and Grover doing the same.

Time skip

We're in front of the camp now, as we approach more, I see Luke, I walk hurriedly to him with the others following me.

" We have to her to the infirmary Luke, I think she's exactly like me when I got here for the first time" I say to Luke as he sees y/n in my arms "we can introduce the camp to them later"

"Yes, he's right! Please take care of my sister!" Nico says and Luke shifts his gaze to him. " Alright, let's take care of your sister, you can take a bath while we take care of her, Annabeth will show you the bathroom and get you new clothes"

" Come with me,Nico. They'll take good care of her! After they finish you can stay with her in the infirmary" after she das this I see Nico become more relaxed and look more calm. "Okay.. I'll see you later sis!" He says and kiss her forehead, even though she's not awake.

Y/n's POV

I hear some people whispering as I start to shift in bed, slowly opening my eyes and trying to get used to the light of the room I am in right now, I see Nico, Annabeth and Percy talking. Where's Bianca? I slowly sit on the bed and I see that they stopped talking and are looking at me now. "Hi... For how long I have been like this?" Nico jumps on me and says " Oh I'm so glad you finally woke up, you slept for almost four days, it was starting to scary me"

"Where's Bianca? Why she's not here?" I asked looking around the room, I see their expressions change and I start to become worried " guys, what happened to bianca? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Bianca's missing, I'm sorry! " Percy says, he's the guy that got us here, I think. "But don't worry, we'll bring her back safely" Annabeth complete his frase.

"Oh... Uhm, thanks? Please bring her back to us, it was always us three and we can't be without our sister!" And they respond together "don't worry,we will"

Two weeks has passed since I recovered and they went to look for Bianca, I've made some friends in camp half-blood and people here are cool with us, I thought that maybe in the start things would be strange,but it actually weren't, me and my brother are in the Hermes cabin, I didn't understand things completely in the start, but Luke was totally helpful and explained everything to us. Me and my twin always loved Greek mythology (and we share the same passion with pirates too,but nobody needs to know that) and it's crazy we're kind of part of it too now.

I get ou of cabin with Nico and I see Grover, Percy and Annabeth in the entrance of the camp " look,they're here" I say and start running to them with Nico, finally Bianca's here with us! As soon as I get to them I see that their faces are not too good,oh no... "Hey guys, and Bianca?" I look at them with hopeful eyes

They look at each other and right after they look at us "look,guys..." Percy starts " we're really sorry,but... Bianca died while we were fighting with a monster"what? It's like the ground was falling apart for me, I drop myself to my knees and start crying " what? BUT YOU PROMISE TO ME, TO US." I shout, I start feeling the ground tremble and they "flew" a little to the back, what the heck is happening? Are we doing this? " YOU'RE LIERS!" Nico shouts too. I see some holes opening in the ground and lava starts bubbling inside them.

" Guys, we're really sorry, we swe-" they we're interrupted by the ground underneath them starting to crack, suddenly it opens big hole and they fall inside of it, after this happens the hole closes and we are left desperate,sad and wondering how this happened. Soon Chiron comes and talks to us " Hey hey, it's alright, they'll be okay and you'll be okay too, I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but I assure you, everything will be okay" we actually got better after he said those words from us, but suddenly he looks to the tops of our heads making us look too, and there was a skull symbol above my head, I look at Nico's head and it had the same symbol, as Chiron saw it he looked down at us "well, guess we know who's your father now,it explains why this happened. You guys will be better trained,don't worry! I'll tell Luke to show you the hades cabin, now go pack you things" he says patting our heads and smiling at us.

We're already at our cabin, it's kind of comforting here. I don't think we should've done that to them, they didn't deserve it, it wasn't their fault, I wish they forgive us when they come back(if they come back).

I hear a commotion in the entrance of the camp so me and Nico get closer and we see Percy injured with Annabeth and Grover carrying him, oh my god, he's like this because we sent them to god knows where? Good thing he is awake, I approache closer and say " I'm so sorry guys, it was just so much, I didn't mean to do that and now Percy's like this, I hope you guys can forgive us in the future,I'm so sorry, I swear" I say this fast and my eyes were in the verge of tears, Nico apologizes too and Percy says "it's alright guys,I'll get better soon and it's a normal thing you didn't know you could do that, it's okay! After I get treated we can talk better" as he finishes saying someone grab him and took him to the infirmary of the camp,Annabeth and Grover stay to talk to us and they forgave us too, explaining that this is a normal thing between half-bloods.

Narrator's POV

Four years have passed by and they got incredibly close, y/n and Percy were invencible together and they start going on a lot of missions together, with time passing they became best friends, and would spend a lot of time together, their relationship was only becoming stronger with each day passing.

Y/n's POV

I'm currently training with my bow an arrow in the forest, this is my favorite place to train, I spend hours here anytime I can. The only person besides me that knows about this place is Percy. We're very close now, I like his friendship. It's like only we can understand each other. I stop traveling in my thoughts as soon as I heard steps close to me.

I turn around with my arrow read to aim as the sound becomes more audible, as the person appears I prepare to aim and I hear " IT'S ME, DON'T SHOOT" I hear and it's Percy's voice, it was him all this time, I almost shoot him "Come on drama queen, I wasn't going to shoot you" yes, I was " yes, you were! You think I don't know you enough to know what you think, LavaGirl?" "Oh come on SharkBoy, I should know you know me enough to see easily what I'm thinking about " we laugh " why you're here SharkBoy?" Percy grins " well darling, I wanted to ask you to meet me by the forest after curfew" " and what will we be doing?" " It's a surprise LavaGirl, I won't tell you now!" " Oh come onn,please?" I pout at him " no, I won't tell you! You'll have to wait and see" "alright alright" I let out a small groan and we head to camp.

After dinner me and my brother came to our cabin, we talked a little and hugged before going to bed., we've been doing this since Bianca died. I wait him to fall sleep and when he finally does, I get out of bed slowly and make my way to the door trying to he as quiet as possible, I get out successfully and I make my way to the forest, being careful so no one catch me.

I see Percy and quickly approach him and jump on him "SharkBoyyy, I missed you" he hugs me tighter " I missed you too princess" we're best friends,but Percy always make sure to call me cute nicknames, he even started calling me LavaGirl, after I started calling him SharkBoy, it's one of our favorite movies, since he stays alone in his cabin, we often make movie nights there. We always have the best time together, at least to me, it's the best part of my day.

Percy's POV

I smell her perfume as I hug her, she always smells so good, I don't even know how she smells good like this. I prepared a surprise for her,I think she'll like it but I can't help getting nervous, but I can't show it because she'll know as soon as I show some emotion.

"Close your eyes" and when she closes her eyes put my hands on top of them so she can't peek "don't worry,I'll guide you" I say as I guide her to the little "beach" of the camp " And,wait a little bit.." I said dragging the 'and' " open your eyes" I say as I finish setting things up and lighting the last candle "so... Do you like it?"

She looks everywhere with her eyes shining, she smiles at me and I swear I've never seen her smile like this. She jumps in me and says "Perce, this is amazing! Oh my god, I have no words to explain how much I love this" I hug her even more tighter "I'm so glad you like it LavaGirl! Now come on, let's watch a movie and eat the things I brought"

Y/n's POV

I'm with Chiron waiting for my partner so that Chiron explain what we mission we're going to. The person's late. I hear someone running and the person opens the door panting from the run. I see Percy, of course he was late. But I'm glad the mission is with him.

"Hi, Percy! I'm glad you are finally here, sit next to Y/n so I can explain what type of mission you will do" Percy sits and Chiron starts explaining, it's a high risk mission even if we just hace to rescue artifact that's�� really old and stuff. We get out of the room and start going to our own cabins to pack the things we're going to need.

After we finished packing our things, we met each other in front of the camp, we came to the city and now we're in the train station waiting for the train " I think we'll do just fine in this mission, you don't have to worry. You know I'll always take are of you,right?" Percy says to me, I don't even have to say anything for him to notice how I'm feeling "yes, and I'll always take care of you too" we smile and the train comes.

Percy's POV

We arrived on the place the mission is going on a while ago and Chiron was right, this mission is hard, like REALLY hard. Me and her have been fighting with endless monsters since we got here and these monsters are the worsts, there's a lot of them. I'm currently fighting with one monster and y/n's fighting with another one. Her monster is the bigger one, I see she's struggling and I do my best to kill the monster so can go help her.

As I finish fighting the monster, I look at her and my world falls as I see the monster cutting her abdomen with his claws. I grab Riptide and run in full charge towards the monster, he was the one with the artifact, and jump sticking Riptide right on his back. I see him disappearing and the artifact falling on the ground, I put on my backpack and turn to her quickly seeing that she passed out, it freaks me out so I run to her, grab her from the ground and run with her to the forest. This forest took us to the camp.

I see the entrance and start running even faster to the camp,when I get there I see too many people and one of them was Nico, I look at him in the verge of tears and he mouths to me " it's okay, she'll be alright" I nod to him and I take her to the infirmary. Any God, don't let her die,please. I need to tell her.

Y/n's POV

Fuck,my stomach hurts as hell. What happened? Where's Percy? Is he okay? Where am I? I shift and feel a pain in my whole body. Ugh, I'm destroyed! I open my eyes and blink a few times, I'm in the infirmary? The last thing I remember doing is fighting that monster...

I sit in my bed and see Percy right beside me, sleeping in a chair, I try to stay quiet as I admire his features. He's almost drooling, wish I had a camera here so I could threaten him later.

He starts moving a little in the chair, he opens his eyes and blink a few times to adjust to the lights, I think. He looks at me and then looks around the room, then he jumps in the chair and looks at me with surprised eyes "YOU'RE AWAKE?!?!" He hugs me making me laugh and as he tightens the hug making me hiss a little from the pain " sorry, it's just.. YOU'RE AWAKEEEE!" He screams excitedly again making me laugh once again and say " Yes,I'm awake! What happened SharkBoy? Why I'm here?"

"The monster cut your abdomen, he caught you unprepared for his moves and got his claws on you. I'm sorry, I should have protected you, I broke my promise. " His voices breaks and he's on the verge of tears,my heart breaks seeing him like this "it's not you fault Perce! I should have seen him coming and you were too busy fighting with another monsters, I'm so sorry for making you fell like it was your fault" he hugs me again e give me a kiss on the forehead " you shouldn't be sorry for anything, love "

It was hard for me to get used to nicknames, at first I would get red and stutter a bit, with time I just got used to it. I stopped thinking about this as soon as I hear him saying " hey? Are you listening? " I look at him and I see that I got distracted thinking about this " yes,I'm sorry" I laugh it off "I just got distracted thinking about some things " it's alright! Tonight you need to come to my cabin so we can do a movie night, you were asleep for almost a week! I was getting more and more worried"

Me and Perce talked more about watching the movies and he said that I had to go with a formal dress, I don't understand why but I didn't mind it. He said I had to be ready by 7 p.m I put on a dark blue dress and do a quick makeup,but nothing too elaborated. The time passes fast and as I finish putting on my perfume, someone knocks on my door.

I walk fast and open the door seeing Percy in a suit holding a bouquet of roses,my favorites.I never thought he would be so handsome with a suit.

"Hi... You look amazing, darling" I hear he say and I immediately smile "thanks, you're not too bad yourself" he smiles too and give me the flowers " this is for you" "thanks, these are my favorites!" He offers me his arms and says " let's go?" I nod and we head to his cabin.

He opens the door for me and says " Ladies first" I thank him and enter, he made a whole dinner table and set candles and rose petals all over the place, this looks amazing.

"Perce, this is perfect! Nobody's ever done this for me" of course I went on dates with guys, but none of them ever did anything like this "and that shocks me everytime I remember about it. You're perfect princess and you deserve all the best things in the word" I feel tears rose up in my eyes and I hug him giving a peck on his cheeks "you're amazing, did you know that?"

We go to the table and he pushes the chair for me, gesturing for me to sit and when I sit he goes to his chair and sit too.

"They're coming to serve the food now" "They? Who?" I hear steps so I look behind me, seeing my brother and his boyfriend Will coming with the food and my favorite soda "I can't believe you did this " I laugh " you two look so cute as waiters" I couldn't lost the opportunity of joking with them " oh, shut up! you're literally on a date and you're teasing us?" My brother said and I blushed but teased him again " look at him being so defensive about his boyfriend" me and Percy laugh and thy and up laughing too, whenever we're together it's like this, amazing " alright, we should let them go now, so they can be with each other in your cabin" "okay okay, bye guys"

They go away after putting the food on the table. We eat and talk about how things were when I was in the infirmary and when we finish eating he says "so... I wanted to have dinner with you so that I could say this..." He walked around the table and stopped in front of me gesturing for my hand and when I gave him he pushed me up delicately and continued saying " You're amazing, incredibly perfect and all of you is beautiful, not only the outside, but the inside too! You proved to be so amorous and careful with others. Since I saw you for the first time I felt a connection with you and now I can't imagine my life without you. The truth is... I'm in love with you and all I can think about is you, my world almost ended in the time you were in the hospital because I thought you would die without knowing that I love you" he lefts me speechless, I don't know how to respond.

" Look, it's okay if you don't feel the sa-" I shut him up by kissing him, at first he's too surprised to do anything, but then he started kissing me back, he grabbed my hip,making me gasp. " So... do you love me too?" He whispers making both of us laugh "of course I do,you idiot " he kisses me again.

I shift my hands from his shoulders to his chin and hair, gripping it tightly. He grabs my tights and whispers "jump" between our kisses, I do as he says and he puts one hand on my butt and the other one on my hips. The kiss gets more heated as he kisses down to my neck making me become a little breathless. I feel he smile in my neck and leave a bite there and marking my neck, he lifts his head so that his mouth is on my ear "now everyone's going to know that you're mine" and chuckles " you're an idiot, did you know that?" "Yes,but I am your idiot!"

"Now come on princess, let's watch our favorite movies!"

a/n: so... did you guys like it? Bcs I don't like it that much! I plan on writing a Clarisse imagine soon,what do you think? You can send me requests on the Masterlist(s), on my profile or by messaging me <3

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Kisses,

From your favorite star ⭐🤍

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eggzeroni · 4 months ago

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Apparently I can't stop making things but this time it's important (no it isn't) I want to make a new banner/ header or whatever the hell you call it, you know, the banner at the top of your blog? I'm picking random mutuals to draw and make into a big banner using their mcs.

The problem is... I don't even know if I have 13 mutuals, so, uh, ... I'll let you know how this goes. I just picked cool people-

LIST :D: Me of course B) @lilac-ravenclaw @accio-bagel @amethystandemma / @glasswoodonthebrain @girl-named-matty @rypnami @savingsallow @myokk @tiarpopdind (we don't talk, but I love your art style and mc, I'd love to be moots :O, I also just really want to draw Tristan, lol) @choccy-milky You're a mutual, of course I gotta add Clora :0 I love your style >:3 @ravenwind-75 @espressoristretto-patronum (we don't talk but you're cool :O) @hiiragimare (Once again, we don't talk but I LOVEEE your style) and... uhm... yes- thats uh- thats it. (P.S, I'M ADDING A NIFFLER (SOMEHOW) FOR MY BESTIE @light-of-the-room BECAUSE I NEED HER IN THIS OTHERWISE I WILL COLLAPSE)

#:d <3 #:33333 #art #hogwarts legacy #digital art #hphl #hl #hogwarts legacy oc #hl mc #tumblr banner

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finalfrontierpublishing · 2 years ago

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A Case of You by @epitomereally

Happy (belated) Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day! For FFWAD, Renegade Bindery runs an event where we bind copies of fics for their authors and I was super excited to be able to bind this for a fellow bookbinder!

I'm rather new to the Drarry fandom but @epitomereally has been absolutely wonderful in providing fic recs and bookbinding advice. She is so so kind and I have enjoyed seeing the lovely books she has created for fellow authors, and somewhere along the way I hatched a sekret plan to bind a copy of her fic for her.

Some stats as usual:

97,262 words || 354 pages

body text: EB Garamond 11 point

accents: Bestaline Sans, Bell MT and Bembo Std

I had really wanted to do a design on the spine (both of us like doing some spine stitching as a design feature), so i really wanted to be able to put it in a bind for her. also my near obsessive fixation with spine stitching worked out in my favour because i settled on a constellation design and ran with it. the design on the spine is stitched with gold linen thread, and accented by some designs done in heat reactive foil.

for bookcloth, I settled fairly quickly on night sky blue so colibri elder made an appearance. I had a little trouble with colour matching for the endpapers with the endbands (i should have probably done pink instead of purple), but I still like the relative cohesiveness of the look of this book. Endpapers are Crepaldi, i am absolutely shameless about my stash.

I also was very excited because I learnt Affinity Publisher for this book!!! Zero regrets, it looks amazing, i am a convert I will never go back to Microsoft Word goddamn. and ME AND SIDE HEADERS - i love them though the book might have benefited from larger margins. THEY'RE SO SEXY MY GOD.

hehe, i may have also sustained a flesh wound while cutting the board for this book but HEY WE ALL EVENTUALLY HAVE ONE OF THESE THINGS (WHERE WE GOTTA GO TO THE A&E BECAUSE OF A BOOKBINDING MISHAP) BEAUTY IS PAIN Y'ALL.

ULTIMATELY I'M SO GLAD THE BOOK ARRIVED SAFELY TODAY AND I'M SO HAPPY SHE LOVED THE BOOK. when you bind for another bookbinder, it's both stressful and extremely endorphin-releasing because the other bookbinder both appreciates all the design choices you make as well as knows exactly where you might have fucked up.

ultimately, making a book is a small small gift for someone who so generously wrote a novel-length epic for free and shared it with the masses for a love of fandom.

anyway, go read this fic, guys, it's so so good, and SHE JUST WROTE A NEW ONE (IT IS ALSO EXCELLENT and i am savouring it WHILE PONDERING DESIGN CHOICES HEHEHEHEH)

Please check out her AO3 page here.

Other things I've been working on:

FOILED EDGES HAVE BECOME MY PASSION I HAVE NO REGRETS. @duran-binding and I have been excitedly getting everyone into sanding and THE LOVE FOR POWER SANDING AND DOING FOILED EDGES. Marissa has even succeeded with hidden fore-edge painting - ALL HAIL OUR EDGELORD who does marbled edges and hidden fore-edge painting and has so kindly shared all her information with others for absolutely free. ❤️‍🔥

#bookbinding #fanbinding #my books #drarry #epitomereally #harry potter #draco malfoy #a case of you #ficbinding #FFWAD #FFWAD2023 #renegadelovesfic #renegade bindery

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borathae · 2 years ago

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"This is a little story about how Yoongi and Taehyung spend their days when the rest of the family isn't home."

Pairing: platonic Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire!Yoongi

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: there are no warnings because this is nothing but sweet fluff and happiness, they go on a little ride with their horses, they're so important to me, hinted polyamory

Wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: i love them i love them i love them 😭 my two babies :( the header is ruining me btw, they're so pretty fandsfna

Yoongi is listening to music. It plays on his speaker and fills the room with its melodies. He already made a lot of progress with your witch office today.

You, Jungkook and Hoseok are currently visiting Emma and Seokjin in Gordes for around two weeks, which meant that Yoongi finally had time to prepare his surprise for you. There is no reason for it, nor a special occasion, it is as simple as that Yoongi loves to make you happy. There is no better feeling in the world than knowing that he could make you happy. And because your witch business has been going so well lately, Yoongi decided that it is only fitting to surprise you with your very own witch office. Until recently, you made your potions in the main kitchen which often ended in stuff getting into your food and turning it inedible. Yoongi hopes that by surprising you with your very own kitchen, he can make it a lot easier for you. He can’t wait to get your reaction. He already started dreaming of it and feeling really giddy once he wakes up.

The room he chose for the surprise has been unused for decades. Yoongi already forgot its original purpose, but he liked that you had a window to look out of and beams to hang your flowers from. The floors were rotted and the wallpaper peeled off from age. Yoongi spent the first two days ripping everything out and then spent another five days replacing the floors and wallpaper. He went for a dark shade of your favourite colour and added wood panelling to bring it together. He also fixed the fireplace, making it so you could actually use it, and rewired the electricity so you wouldn’t die as you turned on a lamp.

It is day eight today and Yoongi is currently busy with getting the kitchen working again, kneeling on the new floors, when a familiar scent hints his nose.

He pokes his head out from under the sink, meeting Taehyung’s eyes. The latter seems to be back from a ride. Horse follows him with his normal scent and he is still dressed in old-fashioned riding clothes.

“You have made impressive progress”, Taehyung says, looking around the room, “I love the colours.”

“Thanks.”

Yoongi sticks his head back under the sink.

Taehyung rounds the kitchen counter and sits down next to Yoongi. He pokes his arm, making Yoongi move his head again.

“What?”

“You are very cool, hyung.”

“Thanks”, he says and looks back at the sink. He is almost done.

“Do you want to come with me for another ride later? The weather is lovely today.”

“I don’t know yet. I still gotta rewire the stove.”

“I can help you with that.”

“No offense, but if you helped you’d kill her accidentally.”

Taehyung nudges Yoongi’s arm, “you are mean.”

“Sorry Tae. You can help me with the cabinets though. I’m sure you can paint them prettier than this.”

“Yes, indeed I can”, Taehyung giggles excitedly, “oh hyung, this makes me very happy. I shall change clothing and begin painting right away”, he says and stumbles to his feet, “will we go on a ride later?”

“Fine. I’ll ride with you.”

One can call them old-fashioned or stuck in time, but the two vampires put great care into what clothing they wear for riding. Their petticoats and shirts are tailored, their vests hug their figures and their pants are perfectly ironed. They also make sure that their boots are polished and their leather gloves fitted. And while Taehyung goes for a colour pallet of whites and blues, Yoongi is dressed entirely in black.

“Where shall we ride?” Taehyung asks, sitting proudly on his horse.

“Where did you go?” Yoongi asks, sitting just as proudly.

They pass their stable workers, greeting them with a nod of their heads.

“I went west to the forests.”

“Mhm. Wanna go east? For a change?”

There are hills waiting east. The grasses are tall and from the highest point, one has view of the town.

“Yes, we could do that”, Taehyung says and gives his horse a gentle kick to increase its tempo.

Yoongi follows next to Taehyung, looking left and right in case enemies showed up. It is a lingering habit from a more dangerous life. One he can’t seem to shake even now in times of peace.

The two vampires put some distance between the stables and them, when Taehyung breaks the silence with a deep sigh.

Yoongi looks at him and the smile he sports.

“Isn’t the weather wonderful?”

“Mhm, it’s not bad.”

“Indeed it is nice. I think we made a lot of progress with the room today.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I can start with furnishing tomorrow.”

“Oh truly? I shall hurry up with painting then.”

“Mhm I can help.”

“That is very lovely of you, but truly I can manage.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

Taehyung looks at Yoongi, giving him a smile. One Yoongi retorts shyly.

“I think it is so romantic of you to surprise her. She is very lucky to have you.”

“No”, Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m lucky to have her. She makes me happy, so I wanna make her happier.”

“Well that is wonderful to hear. I can see that you make her very happy, hyung.”

Yoongi flusters, rubbing his neck nervously.

“I try”, he murmurs, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.

It isn’t long and the two vampires reach the top of the hill. They stay seated on their horses, looking at the town not far from here. The sun is hiding behind clouds today, which makes being outside comfortable with the two light-sensitive vampires. Despite the hiding sun, the day was still bright and the view of the town clear.

“This will never lose its beauty”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi agrees.

Taehyung inhales the fresh air and sighs happily.

“May I help in decorating her office? I have ideas which she could really enjoy.”

“Yeah, you’re better at it anyways.”

“Thank you. I really enjoy interior design.”

“I know. You like it”, Yoongi says, unknowingly filling Taehyung’s heart with warmth. He knows him so well.

Taehyung turns his horse so he was looking at Yoongi. He grins. Yoongi studies it.

“What?”

“What say you to a race, hyung?”

“A race?”

“Yes, we shall race back to the stables and the winner gets one wish granted by the other person.”

“Alright, if you want to”, Yoongi says and turns his horse. He rolls his shoulders, tightening his grip on the reins, “I’m not easily beat though.”

“Neither am I”, Taehyung says and gets into position, “we will start after the count of-”

“Hya!” Yoongi doesn’t let him finish as he commands his horse into a fast gallop.

“Yoongi! You cheat!” Taehyung screams after him and tells his horse to run, “I wasn’t finished explaining the rules!”

“There are no rules! You’re just slow!” Yoongi calls back and runs faster.

Taehyung furrows his brows. He is overtaken with playful competitiveness, speeding up with tears gathering in his eyes from the wind. He laughs as he does, feeling incredibly light in his heart.

“You are a total cheat, hyung!”

He passes Yoongi very soon, laughing and cheering loudly because the stables were too close to allow Yoongi to catch up.

“Yah, you brat!” Yoongi laughs, trying to catch up but it is too late. Taehyung races past the stables, slowing down his horse in front of them.

“I won!” he cheers, throwing his hands in the air in celebration.

Yoongi doesn’t slow down. Yoongi gallops past him.

“The last to get to the forests loses!” he calls out.

“You are playing unfair games!” Taehyung complains and rides off.

Yoongi has already put significant distance between them and he needs to catch up.

“You are so unfair, hyung!” Taehyung laughs, meeting laughter as Yoongi’s answer.

It has been decades since the two vampires raced each other. It was the beginning of the 1850s and Namjoon hadn’t shown himself in almost seven years. Life at the estate was quiet. Yoongi hid in his wing for most of the time, while Jimin and Taehyung tried to learn how to function normally. One day, Yoongi took them out for a ride and he raced them until the horses were happily tired and the two recovering vampires had forgotten all about the past decades with Namjoon. At this time, Yoongi didn’t really know about what Namjoon put them through, let alone that he still regularly finds them to inflict more pain, so asking them for a race was merely out of his own desire.

Back then, the vampires didn’t show that they enjoyed it. No laughter was shared, the conversations were dry and their faces stoic. Their emotionless hearts didn’t really feel the need to show that they enjoyed the time with each other. But one must know that if emotionless vampires spend time together even without their emotions, it was a very obvious sign that they enjoyed each other’s company.

Today it was obvious that they liked the time spend together. Today, Taehyung feels vast of air when he sees the utter happiness on Yoongi’s features as the older vampire looks over his shoulder. His black hair is tousled from the wind, his pale cheeks are flushed pink and his dark brown eyes are crinkled in laughter. They are spilling tears as well because of the wind.

“You’re slow”, he teases and looks back to the front.

In this moment, Taehyung doesn’t even care that he is slow and that he will most definitely lose. He saw Yoongi’s honest smile and can still hear him laugh like an excited boy at the candy shop. He sounds unlike the Yoongi he knows and yet he never sounded more like himself.

“You are such a cheater, hyung! I would have won”, Taehyung calls out and squeaks in laughter. Riding a horse has never felt more freeing before.

Yoongi wins as expected, celebrating his win by jumping off his horse and doing a little dance.

Taehyung joins him soon, placing his horse next to Yoongi’s and jumping off.

He runs to Yoongi and connects his palm with Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi stumbles back, teasing him by humming a victorious melody.

“You cheater. I won back at the stables”, Taehyung whines.

“Yeah and then I won right now”, Yoongi teases and does a little butt wiggle, “I won, I won, I won.”

Taehyung should be mad at him for cheating. He should whine about it more, but he can’t find it in himself to do so.

Yoongi looks so happy. So carefree. And it doesn’t feel awkward between them.

Taehyung feels overwhelmed in happiness. He closes the distance between them and takes Yoongi into a hug.

“Tae, come on”, Yoongi tenses up instantly. His butt wiggles stop, but a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest lets Taehyung know that he is still feeling good.

“My wish is to give you a hug”, Taehyung murmurs and nuzzles his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“Yeah? My wish is to not get hugged. Tae come on, you know how this makes me feel”, Yoongi complains and tries to push at Taehyung’s chest.

“But I love you, hyung. Do you not love me?”

“Course I do. Just”, Yoongi wiggles, “let go of me.”

Taehyung releases him from his hug. Yoongi fixes his coat and meets his eyes.

“Yah, come here you rascal”, he says and attacks Taehyung with a gentle head lock.

“Hey. Ah! Release me”, Taehyung squeaks in laughter, fighting him gently.

Taehyung can’t remember if he ever play fought with Yoongi. He is quite sure that he didn’t. He watched Jungkook and Seokjin play fight each other on many occasions. He also knows that when Jimin feels playful he likes to pretend to practice boxing on his arm. And Jungkook regularly has his moments where he playfully slaps people’s butts. But he never had a playfight with Yoongi. This is new and it’s making him squeak in laughter while Yoongi laughs just a squeakily.

The play fight ends with Taehyung attacking Yoongi with a hug and the Creator whining loudly.

“I won”, Taehyung says, releasing him.

“I let you win”, Yoongi says and drops onto the ground. He stretches out his legs, resting back against a tree, “I’m stronger than you.”

“Yes you are”, Taehyung says and sits down next to Yoongi, “does this mean that I have another wish free?”

Yoongi chuckles, “I never agreed on that.”

“I think I have another wish free.”

“You’re a brat”, Yoongi says fondly.

“Mhm indeed”, Taehyung relaxes with a smile, “I shall voice my wish later.”

“Fine. If you want to.”

The two vampires can look out at the endless grounds this way. The meadows, the forests, the lakes and the various flower gardens. They see the estate in the distance and the hills even further away.

“You seem carefree today”, Taehyung says.

“I feel carefree. I don’t gotta worry about life fucking me up again.”

“Yes, I agree it is rather healing to think that we live in peace these days.”

“I still don’t think it’s real. Sometimes I wonder if I’m still stuck in Namjoon’s curse and all the good things happening lately are just my brain making up stuff to escape the pain.”

Taehyung reaches over and pinches Yoongi’s upper inner arm.

“Ah”, he flinches away, touching the spot instantly, “what the fuck? That hurt. Why did you do that?”

“Now you know that this is real.”

“I just said that sometimes I wonder, not that I actually think it isn’t real.”

“No, I understood you, but we had to make sure.”

Yoongi snorts in amusement, clicking his tongue.

“Brat.”

Taehyung chuckles, relaxing happily. He follows a breeze of wind as it dances through the grasses and trees.

“I think about these possibilities as well”, he confesses after some time of tranquility passed.

“You do?”

He nods his head, “I do. I sometimes wonder if my current perfect life is just another cruel mind trick of Namjoon. There were many occasions where he made me see wonderful things only to pull me back to torture again when the fantasy felt the most healing. The pain he inflicted afterwards always felt especially unbearable”, he says and touches his own hands as if to wipe the memory from his nerves, “I am scared that sometimes all of this isn’t real and that one day, I will have to return to being tortured again.”

Yoongi reaches out for his hand and closes his fingers around it. The shakes, which had started to gradually overtake Taehyung’s hands, stop. Taehyung looks at their hands then into Yoongi’s reassuring eyes

“It’s real. You know?” Yoongi says softly.

Taehyung takes a shaky breath. He nods his head.

“I know”, he whispers and allows a small smile to brighten his features.

Yoongi retorts it and looks back at the endless meadows. He slips his hand from Taehyung’s to play with his own thumbs instead. Taehyung traces his own knuckles. Moments before, Yoongi’s thumb grazed them mindlessly. Taehyung still feels the touch. He blinks the emotion from his eyes and looks at the swaying grasses. Their horses are close by, getting their afternoon snacking in. Taehyung’s horse was brown in colour and was dressed in dark blue gear, while Yoongi’s horse had fur blacker than the darkest night and wore black leather gear. It fit the two vampires.

“I like that you open up to me these days”, Yoongi says into the silence.

Taehyung shifts his eyes from their horses to study Yoongi’s side profile instead. His older friend’s lips were perfectly pouted and his nose perfectly sloped, so that he had a doll-like elegancy to him. Taehyung thought him beautiful as artists thought nature beautiful and photographer light.

“I only feel comfortable doing so because you made it safe to talk to you”, Taehyung answers him, “yes, I am aware that I wasn’t a safe space for you either, but I am grateful that you decided to become one for me and Jimin. I hope we can be safe spaces for you as well.”

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi doesn’t say more, but Taehyung didn’t need more. Just from those two words, he knew that Yoongi was honest. He smiles.

“Look at us, hyung”, he says, nudging Yoongi’s upper arm softly.

“Mhm, look at us.”

“I really like you, hyung. You know?”

“I know, Tae. Me too”, Yoongi says as his eyes still follow the wind in the meadows. A sense of serenity surrounded him. The kind of serenity which hasn’t followed him for long yet, but Taehyung knew it will only grow from now on. He felt tranquil as well.

“We are truly at peace, aren’t we?” he says as he stretches out his legs.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t wanna jinx it.”

“You won’t. The world is at peace and life is good”, Taehyung nudges Yoongi’s arm again, “you truly kept your promise to her. You made the world a safer place.”

Yoongi smiles, “yeah, I guess I did.”

The two vampires will sit under the trees until the wind carried the first smell of evening with it. It will be a time well spent with conversation which naturally morphed into them working on music together.

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