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I want to write for Vulcan from Fire Force

I want to

But My brain is empty 😞

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I see you

Pairing: Savior Light (Angelica Hyland x Albert James Moriarty)

Summary: A maid worth her salt was invisible, yet another part of the furniture. Albert always seemed to notice Angelica.

Warnings: None that I can actually think of?

Albert had gotten used to the soft rustle of her skirt. Angelica carried on her job quietly when he was around. She took the books and placed them neatly over his desk, she brushed the shelf with the feathered dust, although there wasn’t much dust, she always made sure to leave their room spotless. Her steps moved quietly as she carried herself with dignity. He sometimes noticed that lords seemed to overlook her, Angelica could stay immobile for hours, not flexing a muscle, not twitching once. Until she was left alone, he saw it with the corner of his eye the first time he had to offer audience to the countess of York.

She sniffed, a gentle sound almost imperceptible, he didn’t like the countess perfume, but had made an effort of masking his impolite coughs with a flu.

Angelica placed the books on the shelf again her fingers gently brushing the spines of the leathered covers. She passed onto the next, Albert rose his eyes and took a sip from his wine, there was something soothing about her cleaning in silence, like the soft tap of her heel when she got on her tip toes to reach the upper shelves.

He looked down at his report. Though his thoughts weren’t that into the military affairs. He remembered the first time he saw her, she stood almost hidden betwixt the furniture of her old lady’s studio. He liked the Viscountess of Halifax, she was stern and quick of wits, she gave him good counsel.

He just leaned a little back on his chair and saw her yellow iris, she looked like a hawk peering over him, it made him stop for half a second as she looked at him.

‘A commodity not many can have’ those were the Viscountess words. ‘A maid that can go unnoticed is an insurance to anyone’

Albert had noticed that she always kept herself small, plain to the sight, able to blend in with the furniture. He had seen plenty of lords profusely apologizing to him when they didn’t said a little salute to her… Most didn’t really notice her until Albert pointed her out.

“You shouldn’t scold the lords” she scolded him once. Not really a scold she was soft spoken about it, if she had really scolded him it would have been funny to see a woman that stood below his shoulders to be chiding him like a toddler. “A maid worth her salt, must be able to be part of the furniture”

That phrase made him scowl. She shouldn’t be part of the furniture, not when her side steps as she dusted his office were as graceful as a ballet dancer. He was having a hard time focusing, he took another sip of wine.

Over the days she had been at the Moriarty’s service she had proved to be important on intelligence, maids and butlers held their lords secret close but not close enough to not comment about them between themselves. Albert always wondered why they didn’t noticed that the sudden addition to their household got their likings down so fast, she just said she was diligent. It bewildered that they didn’t noticed the grace of her hands as she served lords and ladies, tea or wine, she could have been a painter with such delicate movements.

All of the Moriarty brothers took their meals together, and so did Angelica, she was part of their family, of their mission to change the society they lived in, and Albert wished she could do less and less missions, so she could be safe. He saw the way she winced when Louis helped her to tend her injuries when she had to fend off against a drunken lord. It pained him to see such a perfect being to be reduced to a simple maid.

Angelica always seemed dignified even when she struggled to fix the bedsheets, he hated to admit that his bed was too big for his liking which made it feel emptier even though he knew he could have had any Lord or Lady of his liking. He wanted to keep seeing her, more of the hesitant words when William taught her French, it felt like melody itching a part of his brain that made him stand outside the studio a little while longer than he liked to admit.

Albert yearned for the way her fingers gently ran through his hair when he was feeling that his work might just consume him. She saw the way his spirit fickle like the light of a candle and begged him to call it a night, her rough palms held him with a care he wasn’t aware he yearned all his life. He often lost track of work staring at the lamp on his office the warm yellow light reminded him too much of her irises.

Angelica began arranging the papers scattered over his desk. The rustle of paper made him snap out of his trance, his brow furrowed lightly her read a paragraph before getting distracted again, Angelica never hummed when someone was around, he had her her hold a tune as she washed the dishes, nothing too extraordinary; Yet enough to make his heart pound. William might have said she made him weak, but just the image of her made him strive for his goal even more stubbornly, he wanted a society in which she could have another option, and maybe… If just maybe…

“Al?” She called at him. He shot his head to look at her. “I just need to clear the table.” She wanted permission to move the wine glass. Albert blinked several times as he lifted it without saying a word. He couldn’t help but to stare at her hands, he wanted so badly to clutch her hand with his, to make her leave the worries or responsibilities at a side just for a small moment.

“Thank you Al” She said looking at him in a way that didn’t bothered him but he couldn’t quite place what it meant. It was a different look, like a longing. He couldn’t let himself yearn for that, affection and warmth that had been denied to him ever since his first breath. She had continued cleaning when his thoughts kept consuming him. He saw her in every way and manner, Albert yearned for her to look at him, he wanted to be seen, to be yearned for.

He wanted to be seen like a man, not Earl Moriarty, not the most wanted bachelor in London. He desperately desired to be looked down like Angelica did, with mercy and warmth. He rose a little putting away his wine and reports and softly pulled her against him, his head resting on the middle of her back, he was still sitting on his chair.

“I am dusty, Al” Angelica warned him. It wasn’t a secret how much Albert hated dust, she placed her hands over his.

“I just wanted to hold you” he mumbled. She was warm and dusty, but he didn’t mind the last part. There was something comforting about her rough black linen dress. It reminded him to the usual suit he used in church.

Angelica sighed and turned around hugging him, although she could never understand what crossed his mind, she could see the weariness on his eyes, how his shoulders slumped or he pushed himself lower on the chair.

“You’ve been overworking” Angelica muttered as she gently massaged his scalp. “I’ve seen you”

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Change of Tide, Change if Heart

Pairing: A Promise Forged in Iron

Summary: Ikoma felt betrayed, Lyn had lied to him long enough for him to not trust her word. Her actions told always the truth, and one incident reminded him what it felt to be saved too.

Warning: Canon typical violence, Lyn being referred as he, not really dead-naming because this was a disguise but definitely dealing with Ikoma having a bi-panic.

Ikoma had almost begged Mumei to not go to the boiler. Yatsushiro station was overrun, all of the survivors had spoken about a black smoke that lingered on the station. There was only one way out, and if the crane was still on operational conditions they could rise the fallen tower and pass under it. A feasible plan, fool proof even.

“Objectives on sight” Mumei muttered loud enough for Lyn to hear her. She gasped and the grip on her naginata tightened slightly, she hacked one head off and then gashed the middle of another.

“Ikoma” She tried to warn him.

“I can’t make it faster” He answered annoyed, before a Kabane jumped to him breaking the glass and biting his arm.

Lyn swatted away two corpses with the blunt side of the pole. Before stabbing them with the sharp edge of her blade. More kabanes were coming at them, she cursed under her breath, sweat formed on her forehead with every enemy slain, her stitched clothes bathing on dark red blood. One bit her arm and she pushed the naginata inside with force, as she let out a cry of pain. The smell of blood made kabanes start to approach her with more aggressiveness. She tried to fend for herself, her back hit the wall of the crane operation console.

“Is it that hard to-“ Ikoma was cut off mid-sentence, he was about to scold Lyn. When a louder this hit the crane, Mumei had been cornered too.

“Dammit!” Ikoma cursed, his hands pushing levers and buttons to keep the crane stable. “Can you hold off a little longer, Ku- Lyn?”

Lyn cringed a little as he was still used to calling her Kuroo. “Yeah, just hurry up” She said while avoiding yet another bite, she ran off to Mumei, a kabane held her from her ankle.

Lyn pushed the blade through the corpses skull, the crunch of bones vibrating on the pole before an even bigger kabane sent her flying back. She fell down coughing, the impact had flattened her back and pushed the air from her lungs, her vision blurred for a millisecond as she tried to breath, turning just to see how Mumei was sent outside the platform.

“Mumei!” Ikoma called on her name, Lyn was faster than him into following her. Lyn hooked a hiking pin, part of the standard stam smith equipment, into the rail and sled down carefully. Ikoma was not so methodic he used one of the cable trays and jumped down.

Ikoma ran and knelt next to Mumei and lifted her up effortlessly in his arms, on the corner of his eyes he saw a shadow moving towards him that made him jump away.

“Watch it!” Lyn warned him and hit the kabane on the head and then when it stumbled she pushed the blade through its heart. Ikoma saw her panting her usually pristine clothes were now stitched with different kinds of threads, her jet black hair was messier than ever, his eyes focused on the way sweat trailed down the side of her jaw.

“Nice call” He muttered a little uncomfortable. He was having a hard time trying to push his feelings for her… No, for him. He liked Kuroo, he was sure about that, but Lyn seemed a different person like she was less restrained version of Kuroo, and yet he saw the same smile that made him swoon or the look in those big eyes of his that made him fold in less than a second.

The soil rumbled and both lost their balance for a second, not only kabanes were upon them but the boiler pipes began whistling, they were reaching their limits, then the whole station shook.

“Run” Ikoma muttered not quite sure if he thought or said that, he was looking through his glass the way the boiler was about to explode. Lyn stood almost frozen, her eyes fixed on the building. “LYN WWE HAVE TO RUN NOW!”

She snapped her head back at him, like she was pulled out from a trance and followed him, kabanes were catching up to them, Ikoma knew the couldn’t fend themselves against all of them.

Just a flash of light was the last thing they saw before they ran inside a tunnel, before debris began clanking over them. Lyn was running behind him, the rumble of the falling rocks drowned their steps Ikoma felt his own legs pressing even more, but it wasn’t enough when boulders began to block the way out, a crack on the ceiling made the hairs on his neck stand, he was going to be crushed.

“Watch out!” Lyn screamed. He was about to turn, and for a scary second he was tackled, he let go of Mumei and rolled on the floor alongside what had pushed him, the bitter taste of dirt made him cough. When he stopped rolling he found himself face up to the dark ceiling. Some light managed to filter through the cracks. He turned to the side and saw Lyn coughing too.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Ikoma asked her indignantly, his voice echoed on the chamber. Lyn seemed to not have heard him as she looked around them. “Are you even-!”

Lyn had pushed him back again when a few more rocks fell over them, she was on all fours her body covering his, her expression crisped. Ikoma wanted so hard to push her away, but he heard the way her hands fisted around the dirt, he looked at her face wanting to see her eyes, she was immobile hoping she could keep him safe. He cursed himself it had to be the other way around, no wait, he didn’t have to protect her, she had lied to him. He couldn’t protect a lier, not even when the wrinkles of her expression made him want to caress her face.

Then he felt his left cheek warm… He wasn’t blushing.

“Are you alright, Ikoma?” She looked at him, her lips parted her eyes scanning his face for any injuries. “Are you hurt?” Her words echoed.

Once Aragane station had been a peaceful place to live… As peaceful as it could get for refugees. He had a nice place, not too big but enough for him a job, and he didn’t passed hunger, not anymore at the least. The only thing he couldn’t really digest, and it wasn’t even a thing it was a whom.

He couldn’t even stand to see his senior, Kuroo. He wasn’t even his senior in age, he just had a way to be neat and that infuriated him. He was graceful on the way he talked, moved and wrote. He just wanted to make him a mess, to see the pristine boy loose his temper once more.

He would have taken him everyday even if it meant getting punched several times like he had. His cheek throbbed remembering how, had they been on the floor a week ago, Kuroo was way more tolerable when he wasn’t acting.

He looked at him as Kuroo skimmed over some reports, the other returned his gaze but couldn’t hold it, Kuroo frowned. Ikoma huffed.

“I am sure he is not that bad” Takumi said.

“He isn’t when isn’t acting like that” Ikoma agreed reluctantly.

“Didn’t know your preferred flirting method was fist fighting” Takumi teased him.

“Shut up” Ikoma groaned.

It wasn’t a secret that Ikoma had gotten his ass served by Kuroo and the steamsmiths that picked on him for wanting to be a “hero” had doubled down on it, which made him all the more angry at Kuroo. They walked on the station, dirt crushing under the sole of their shoes. Ikoma had become an expert on tuning people out when he was at work. He didn’t noticed when Kuroo was warning some of his mates to not pull that much weight with the motor. He hanged his bag and buckled his tool belt, and fixed his security glasses.

Kuroo rose his face again, and time seemed to freeze, he saw the metal threads undoing on the cable.

“Hey” He tired to warn them. His chords hadn’t healed completely yet, in a scary second he dropped the reports and pen.

The last thing Ikoma knew was that someone had pushed him and both had rolled into the rails inside the ditch. Ikoma let out a strained sound as he felt the weight of however had decided to push him, when he opened his eyes saw Kuroo’s hair, he had pulled himself up, in all fours over him.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Ikoma asked her indignantly, his voice echoed on the ditch. Lyn seemed to not have heard him as she looked around them. “Are you even-!”

Ikoma parted his lips, he stopped mid-sentence when he felt the drops of blood over his left cheek.

“Are you alright, Ikoma?” She looked at him, her lips parted her eyes scanning his face for any injuries. “Are you hurt?” his voice was raspy, louder than he had ever heard.

“Your face” Ikoma muttered. His eyes went from Kuroo’s deep purple eyes to the deep gashes on his cheek.

He rose making her sit back, he ripped a part of his cloak. That was different from that accident long ago, he took her face with one of his hands and gently cleaned off the blood from her forehead. He couldn’t stop himself, like he had committed to memory the action.

Lyn stayed frozen, there was no more reluctance on Ikoma’s movements.

“Stop running into danger for me, princess” He looked at her, his mahogany eyes looked into hers, with a fondness he wasn’t able to hide anymore.

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STAR WARS: RETURN OF THE JEDI (1983) dir. George Lucas

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Foreign caress

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Rina Shimomura (Sand Dragon)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.7K aprox.

Summary: Gaara did not understand the theatrics or the intuition some people had for affection, luckily for him, Rina is patient and understood on a better level how he felt.

Gaara was deeply aware that him and his siblings weren’t raised between kisses and hugs. He even scrunched his face when they hugged him, it made him shiver like he had bugs crawling around his whole body. He was used to cold surfaces, his sand shield, the floor tiles, even his bed. Warmth seemed always a foreign concept, human warmth made his skin shiver, he was sure it was because he was repulsed by it.

It happened the first time his sister hugged him, he froze on mid-hug. It made paths que his skin crawl, but not in the way it should when he accidentally touched a sticky surface and pulled his hand away. It made his skin crawl like the light of dawn calmed him. He could just awkwardly pat her arm after a second or two, and that made her step back.

His skin itched every time someone even brushed against him, it made him recoil with a mixture with disgust and… yearning? Living with Shukaku inside him had led him to a life of solitude, to a dark place that had him believing that he had no place in the world and no place between his peers, his family even his village, an outcast destined to one day burn his village to feel it’s warmth.

That was changing, step by step yet, it was changing. He now had people that cared about him. People that had shown him the worth of living for those that cared about him. Those who had showed him, that their bonds made them stronger, Naruto, Rock Lee… and Rina.

He fidgeted as he awaited on the entrance of Sunagakuure. Kankuro and Temari had gone with him, they said it would be an act of kindness to receive them. He had exchanged letters with her for a little less than a year by now, almost the same time that Gaara had stopped hearing news from Naruto. He feared that Rina would disappear, he wouldn’t deny her letter kept him looking forward for the next one.

He had also been training with his brother, he liked to spend time with Kankuro. Sometimes the three of them trained together, Gaara liked that every time his brothers seemed to be more at ease around him. They had gotten themselves to keep eating meals together. His family was warm, it was bright, he was understanding of what love was supposed to look.

Well… Apparently one type of love. He understood the care he put into his siblings and into his friends, he wasn’t blind. He had seen couples holding hands, hugging each other, looking at each other like the world didn’t matter, caressing their faces, most of the times followed by a kiss. Such a gentle touch that always made him turn his face away, part embarrassed for staring at the couple, part curious about such an act of surrender, part of him disgusted like everytime someone touched him without warning. Loving like that was such a foreign concept, like the wind rustling the falling leaves, gentle yet unpredictable.

He rose his gaze. Rina waved at him from afar, she was walking next to her teammates, Tsukiko and Jun talked between them before waving at them. Temari chuckled as she rose her hand. They seemed different from the last time they had seen each other, at the least Jun seemed to have grown a lot in height, he seemed like a giant gentle sloth, with his sad eyes and soft features. Gaara knew better than anyone that Jun was nothing like a sloth.

He didn’t really knew Tsukiko but he noticed the small hair change, and the way her pale cheeks seemed to have a slight shade of red due to the heat. Next to her was Rina, her features seemed just a little sharper, but her eyes remaining the same, soft, big and bright. She was the first one to greet him she was unsure as to what to do as she greeted him, she was shifting on her feet, her sister had hugged Tsukiko, and his brother and Jun shared a friendly handshake that turned into a half hug. He saw as she offered her hand for him to shake it.

“Congrats on the news” She smiled brightly, for some reason the sun seemed shinier. He knew she was talking about him been named the next Kazekaage, he took her hand with both of his hands, cradling them with care, his both arms felt iron clad, his body filled with both repulsion of the sole possibility of hugging her, and yearning for her to pull him in. He still felt his chest warming up as she smiled as he took her hand.

Warmth was such a complex sensation, heating but different to rage in the way it made his heart beat, different as it made him more aware of everything around him rather than the heating from disease that made him dizzy. It was a welcomed sensation, but not one he was getting used to or enough about.

The six of them walked through the sandy streets of Sunagakuure. Jun and Rina seemed interested in the way the city stretched, of course not asking, many would have considered it an attempt on gathering intel. Tsukiko seemed to be more interested in the different things the stands could offer. Gaara hadn’t realized he was staring, until Rina turned her head to him and smiled at him gently, Gaara corresponded the gesture, wondering if she was aware that her eyes looked brighter under the sunlight or if she noticed the way his black hair warmed with a brown glow.

Gaara turned his head and then looked into the floor, his thoughts raced, his face felt warm but not in embarrassment. Words escaped him, what was that foreign feeling that bubbled in his chest? It felt soft like it called him to let his guard down, thing he was unable to do willingly. Was he sick? Or had she used a genjutsu over him, something that would make him sniff the air twice when she came out from her shower and freshly changed, that would make him bite his tongue, fearing she would find him weird. Something that had him yearning for the feeling of her fingers gingerly touching his as she passed him his food plate. What was wrong with him?

His thoughts were keeping him up at night, maybe he was nervous for his naming or maybe it was the constant intrusion of her soft smile. Rina didn’t have any feature that made her different from most she didn’t have that girl’s pink hair color, or Sasuke’s dead eyes, or even Naruto’s bright personality and looks. Though she had the prettiest bushy hair that he had seen, the warmest brown eyes he had ever met his gaze with, the richest color on her warm skin, the subtle softness of her lips… maybe if he could touch them. He groaned and pulled himself up to grab a glass of water, it had been a while since something different to Shukaku had kept him up.

The water cooled his mouth, but it didn’t cleared his head. He sighed once again and climbed the stairs into the balcony. He stared into the pale moon his only company for so many nights. “Mind if I join you?” Rina asked, her tone was soft as she walked her way next to him.

“No” He answered in a flat tone. “Why are you up?”

“I saw the corridor light on and then turn off.” She explained as she sat next to him. There was something about her pajamas that made her all the more distracting, though she was just using a T-shirt and loose pants. “Everything is alright?”

“Just thinking.” Which wasn’t a lie. “I guess I feel somewhat nervous, what if I am not the Kazekaage they want?”

Rina sat in silence reflecting on her answer as she looked into the edges of the rail. “Then you might be the Kazekaage they need” She reasoned. “You have changed, for good, you’ve learned to be more like Naruto and I think that’s to admire”

Gaara turned his head slowly. “You do think so?”

“I know” She turned her back lifting her shirt. He had almost killed her during Konohas’s invasion, no one else but her mother had seen the scar. “I know why you feel like that” She turned to her original position tilting her head a little just to see him. “Maybe you’ll make mistakes but that’s part of life, right?”

Gaara understood when she had gotten that scar, he had used his sand to swat her away. He remembered all too well the look of utter fear as she looked at his eyes when he woke up from his jutsu. He remembered the sealing of her chakra around his for a moment, when Naruto had punched him, and that single moment of panic when his whole chakra pathway was paralyzed for a millisecond, had been enough to almost crush her on the spot. Gaara didn’t answer it surprised to him that she was comfortable showing him that. “Thank you”

“What for?” Rina asked, his face had drifted back to see the city between the rail bars.

“For believing in me”

Rina smiled and turned to see the scenery before them. They stayed quiet for a while, the soft night breeze calming Gaara, he let his legs go and crossed them to sit. Rina placed her hands back leaning into them.

“Can I ask you something?” Gaara asked softly almost shy.

“Sure” She answered back nonchalantly trying not to make him more nervous.

“How-How does love looks like?” Gaara felt his cheeks burn, he battered his own brain to a red paste inside his head. How could he ask her something like that?

“It…” Rina’s cheeks also turned a soft color that only darkened her cheeks. “It depends, siblings love one another different from friends or girlfriends and boyfriends do” She swallowed and tried to calm her own nerves. “I am not sure how to explain it”

A silence hung between them, thick uncomfortable and yet a tingling curiosity sparked in her. “Why do you ask?” She said carefully.

“I was just curious…” He mumbled, his heart almost escaped from his rib cage, this kind of panic was not overwhelming, it wasn’t like Shukaku trying to control his body.

“Curious, about what exactly?” Rina tilted her head.

Gaara knew he was just digging his own grave at this point. He felt shaky, his cheeks heating up, his heart out of control. “How would you have to feel… to kiss someone?” His voice came in a thread.

Rina stopped mid track, taken aback, completely sure if she asked him to say it again he wouldn’t do it, her face turned slightly darker, with heat creeping up her cheeks, her palms sweating like crazy and her breath a little quickened. “I can’t really say, I haven’t kissed anyone yet.” She blurted out, realizing what she had said she covered her lips.

Gaara’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he kept quiet a tense air had filled the space between them, it was pulling them together rather than apart.

“I guess… You would have to feel completely comfortable” Rina adventured answering. “like, you know this person and you trusted them with your whole heart and mind”

Gaara felt his heart beating on his throat, his mind racing miles per hour without a single coherent thought, he felt always that comfortable with her… Even against his better judgement.

Rina hesitated, maybe she was crossing a boundary, or a line in which none of them would be able to go back. “What-What if…” She stuttered. She didn’t want it to sound like she was taking advantage of him, by the Sage of the Six Paths, she wasn’t even sure herself if she wanted to kiss him or if he was interested on doing it. “What if we kissed..?”

Gaara wondered if it was possible for his face to burn this hot without having a fever. He didn’t thought she would have asked, he thought it would have stayed as a nice conversation, but the lingering feeling on his chest was something he couldn’t ignore all-together. The way she asked and her eyes averted his as soon as he tried to look at her made her… Adorable.

His silence only made her more nervous. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to” Rina quickly added. “It was a suggestion”

“I want to” His raspy voice was soft, gentle and very caring. Gaara was completely caught off guard by himself, he didn’t thought he had it in him.

Rina snapped her head, turning to look at him. She had out her own, on this whole situation, but the more time she spent with Gaara, over his letters and the very few moments the could talk, she found herself always gravitating towards him, it was different from what it felt with Shino and she found her heart… Comforted. “O-ok” She scooted closer the sat side by side, her cotton pajamas brushing his linen pants.

She stared into the tiled floor as Gaara shifted slowly his legs crossing. His fingers pulled into a fist his sand shield had been down for quite a while. Rina turned completely, so he was right in front of him, bathed in moonlight, looking melancholic, and so very… stunning.

Gaara swallowed and turned to face her too, immediately regretting his action, he couldn’t tear his eyes off her. The way her cheeks darkened in embarrassment had his whole being enraptured, like he wanted to be the only one capable to see her like this. He almost yelped, taking a sharp breath as he felt the warmth of her hands taking his, she was leaning closer, slowly, a small flicker of doubt shone on her eyes as he had instinctively leaned back.

“Sorry” He apologized. He closed his eyes his brow furrowed as he took a shaky breath to calm himself and leaned in slightly, slow, but very sure.

“It’s fine” she whispered relieved. The closer she got the better she could see all the details on his porcelain skin, different from his siblings, Gaara had… almost imperceptible freckles, the scar tissue on his forehead didn’t looked as sick as it used to look during their chunnin exams, like he had stopped carving it, it was smoother, and his eyes, his icy sky blue eyes looked at her with a slight fear like he was taking a leap to a bottomless pit.

He could feel her breathing fanning over his skin, tempting him, were her lips as warm as her hands? Were her eyes always this caring? He didn’t know, but as centimeters separated them, they couldn’t move closer. She hesitated twice and he hesitated once… It was too difficult with their eyes open.

“Close your eyes” She muttered, her eyes looked into his before looking down to his lips. Gaara felt like a complete fool, he, would have never done that with anyone ever at all, with his eyes closed… Death could hunt for him, but if surrendering felt like two feathers grazing his lips before pushing with barely enough force for him to feel her warmth, he would willingly die there.

Rina ended the kiss, as fast as it happened, she leaned back, her fingers gingerly touching her lips, her heart beating like crazy. She didn’t understand why Gaara would have let himself surrender to her like that. He opened his eyes, his face as stoic as ever, except for the slightest curve on the corners of his mouth.

“I think I understand it better” He answered softly, very embarrassed, happy, endeared, nervous, hesitant all at the same time.

Which made very difficult to keep the composure during his naming. Everytime he looked at Rina, who sat alongside her friends, he felt the urge to trail his lips with the tip of his fingers, to replicate the caress of her lips against his.

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Y'all I just watched Hazbin Hotel and this man

This demon

This one hell of a deer

Made me feel... Things

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via indiarosecrawford

Frog Paints a Water Lily Pond 🪷🎨🐸

𝑓ₒᵣ ⲕᵢ𝑛𝑔 ₐ𝑛𝑑 𝑐ₒ𝑡𝑡ₐ𝑔ₑ

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Ok I'll take one for the team

The end of AOT is bad at best and mediocre at worst

I won't elaborate.

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Luigi x reader

Your childhood reserves about this man be warned, this is adult content.

As for the rest of you, enjoy. I’ll get to those request for those of you who just want fluff later, but I got this idea earlier.

Also disclaimer, I got carried away Bc when I tell you this man is SO fine 😭

What it’s like to suck Luigi’s dick:

“He definitely whimpers”

And oh yes, he does.

He squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches up his face, gripping the sheets to try and stop from twitching as your hands run over his body, especially when you finally get to the point.

His reactions depend on your established practicing kinks. If he knows he’ll get punished for being too loud or for moving and squirming too much, he’ll force himself still. But if you praise him or let him, he’ll cry out your name and buck his hips, with apologies if it’s too much.

That being said, he involuntarily bucks his hips up into your mouth and gets super shy ab it.

He’d be embarrassed from how loud he’s being, probably think ab it too much after, but during, he just can’t help it. Treat this man well during and afterwards.

Don’t tease him too much, are you TRYING to break him? (Yes)

He thinks that you are the most beautiful person ever, and is beyond grateful to be able to see the sight of you seated between his legs, your lips wrapped around him.

Speaking of, if it’s okay with you, he’ll grab your hair or intertwine his fingers in it. He won’t pull unless it’s an accident, he refuses to hurt you for any reason.

When he’s about to cum, he begins to moan loudly, but god are the moans pretty. You just can’t be mad.

He’d try to warn you, but sometimes you do something that just makes it all snap suddenly and he’s cumming down your throat.

He wants to say he’s a switch but when your lips meet his dick he just falls apart. He can’t stay in charge. He gets fucked dumb so easily.

Speaking of fucking him stupid, tie him up and overstimulate him or deny him orgasms, or hell both, he’ll beg. He’ll beg, calling you pretty/handsome and saying how he needs it because you can’t look at him like that. He’d scream about how he just can’t take it and he needs you to help him.

Will ask to return the favor to you every time you do this for him.

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There is an awful lack of Luigi content so if anyone wants to request Headcanons or small scenarios feel free to ask them right away

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To hold what once was there

To hold what once was there: Part II and final

Pairing: Skyrose (Luke Skywalker x Primrose Lutto)

Summary: Luke had messed up big time, and after plenty of tears shed, and the ache of both hearts might help into getting what was theirs to begin with.

Word Count: aprox. 2.7k

Warnings: Fluffier than the last one, Macondo still wants Luke's head on a spike but loves him anyway, rebuilding relationships, everyone here shares the same braincell, the author needs to believe that everything will turn out fine, Canon complainant, Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett Spoilers, I haven't seen both but I know the enough Spoilers to write this, not proof read we die like men.

"Took your teeth brush?" Maco teased.

"Yes, Dad." Primrose teased back.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked concerned. "I mean-"

"For the twelfeth time today," she cut him off. "We'll work this out, he needs help on the temple and we'll figure that mess there."

It wasn't like Luke and Prim were dating again… To Maco's knowledge, they had exchanged holos and other messages. Luke had also visited them plenty Fes was getting used to his presence and that was almost enough to make him forgive him, but Fes loved stories about outside planets even if they came from Bobba Fett himself.

"Just worried about ya." He said with feigned offense.

Fes'kika had climbed over the Naboonian ship, it didn't had much space compared to the others he was offered, but he didn't need much, and Luke did not mind showing it to the kid, he had a voracious need for knowledge or he was just nosy, the three of them could not decide on which was the correct one. Prim appeared with a back pack, a tool box and one Republic crate, she had her brown poncho draped over her worned out white shirt and beige trousers.

"Is this all?" Maco asked surprised.

"Perks of being a veteran, you always pack efficiently." She had a sad smile, it was hard letting go of her home when the only thing she had wanted to do after the war, was to come back. She smiled at her brother, he was holding out his tears, Artorious had went to the Colonies with the rising need of communication experts, their parents had finally found peace on the Core Planets, only them had found a home on the hell ring that Tatooine was.

"Send me a Holo once you are there OK, Prim?" He asked. Prim jumped into his arms and kissed his cheeks.

"I'll do so Maco." She chuckled.

Fes'kika came down with Luke, and ran up to Prim jumping to her back. Luke stared fondly at the way she nuzzled his cheek before saying goodbye, he went to help with her crate, Maco finally offered his rough hand and Luke squeezed it.

"Do not be stupid again, please." Maco joked.

"That phase is finally over." Luke assured after all, even Master Cal and Master Shasta agreed that the old ways were unsustainable, or at the least they weren't sustainable anymore.

They left Tatooine, and the journey was quiet, too quiet. The hyperspace hum accompanied them, Prim gave him a strained smile and stood up for a stretch. Luke sighed, he rubbed his eyes with his right hand. He didn't want to push the conversation, but it had to be done, there had been some lingering touches here and there, some glances stolen when they thought the other would not be seeing, some kisses despite what they had said. His shoulders tensed and his face contorted at his worries. He felt himself being thrown back to the same 21 year old who could take down complete Imperial fleets, but couldn't see his crush at the eyes again.

She sat again and swallowed, he could feel her nervousness but not precisely what she thought. She inhaled sharply.

"So," Luke panicked for a second. Was it happening right here… right now? "You said you needed help to set up some facilities right?"

His heart beat calmed. "Y-Yeah" He pursed his lips. "Most are communications and water systems, your speciality" He teased.

"You do know I prefer ships, right?" Prim grinned at him turning her chair at him. He did the same and now they looked at each other, they looked at each other as if they knew what conversation should be happening, but neither spoke a word, instead he fixed the course for the automatic pilot.

"Anything else that I should be warned before arriving?" She asked looking at the controls absentmindedly.

"More than the unexpected rains, nothing else." She nodded.

"Going for a quick rest." She left him alone.

The door hissed as she left, and did it again when R2 rolled in, whirring at him.

"I know, I know" He sighed. "I truly don't know how to abord the topic."

R2 beeped disappointed, but didn't waste the opportunity to cuss at him.

"I am going to scrub your circuits with acid if you keep talking like that." Luke scolded the droid. "At the same time, you may have a point buddy."

Primrose's quick rest was her staring blankly at the ship wall. This was familiar but at the same time, the dread crept onto her spine like a set of bugs all over her skin. She was aware that he still held feelings for her, Luke always played with his heart on his sleeve, at least he did that when he did not needed to play his role as a Jedi. It used to be easier to difference between the two, but he was now a fully fledged knight, not the same scrawny kid who took down the Death Star. She sighed and huddled more into the sheets.

They arrived with little to no problem at all. In fact, there was little to no problem at all during the first days, they still knew there was a conversation that needed to be addressed, but it didn't, when it hanged into them, it was funny how they almost took turns into walking away from it. When they weren't looking into the preparations, Luke was either meditating or training. Prim took her sweet time into getting to know the area and doing droid maintenance, there was something that ticked her off when the first Jedi scroll appeared on her desk.

When she was a kid, she had learned to read using the engineering pads her mother had, they where Republic Era techniques and technology, but the Empire was known for reusing those ships.

Luke knew very well that she would read anything that found its way to her hands, it was hard resisting to such one of a kind information, she still felt a little mixed feelings about him doing this so she tried to put the lights off and rest.

Luke was stretching. His own footsteps didn't make much noise since he carried his shoes with his hands, he didn't want to have to scrub the muddy floor. It was late so he hoped to see every light off. He passed next to Primrose's room and found the faint light seeping through the door. He wanted to enter, she must have been reading the scroll but just before he knocked… The light was turned off. He was left with a sour taste, and the fist standing just over the door. He went his way to his quarters.

"Stupid Skywalker," muttered Prim into the pillow. "and his stupid care for others, his stupid attention and the stupid grin I know he had when he left that here." The scroll talked about the sabers and their construction, he completely remembered the way she looked at him when he tinkired with it.

Luke felt her tug, she was embarrassed. He breathed relaxed knowing that she had read it through and full. A cowardly move of him to use that, but with the quiet tension between the two, it was better than no talk at all.

Next day came, he walked up as early as usual, the sun was coming up but the place was dim. He walked to the kitchen where the faint lights were on. Over his seat rested a covered plate.

Prim had gotten up before the sun, if she wanted to secure a way to pump water to all the rooms she had to start it today. She had breakfast before him, she couldn't hear the tools over the music on her headphones, but he could, Luke could even hear her hum as she worked.

The same routine continued for almost two weeks, Primrose was glad the job was actually demanding so she couldn't see him, but she could catch glimpses of him training, of the sweat trailing down his golden locks pasting them into his forehead, the way his clothes pressed against his skin, she could swear she heard the quiet huff of his breath.

They took lunch together after getting morning's duty ready. It was strangely domestic, they understood each other really well, it even felt like they had a lifetime together, like they have had the time and space to truly relish into each other's presence. They could not get themselves to talking, it had to be done of course… Then again there was a small sense of normality, that they wanted to enjoy as much as they could.

Luke was finishing his meditation when he heard the crush of the grass. His eyes fluttered open and met hers.

"Oh! Sorry" She began to apologize. “I was just taking a walk I didn’t knew you were here”

He laughed tenderly. “Its fine, I was just finishing.” He patted the spot next to him. “You can rest here if you want.”

He then realized how bad of an idea it was, he was used to see her with her high ponytail, the planet was too humid to leave it be, and it was bushy, beyond her control. The only days he had seen it down was when she showered at night.

Today her ponytail was low, her old orange bandana tied it. It gave her a more relaxed appearance, like it shrouded her face with a gentler light. Her face was fuller and brighter, the way the sunlight bathed her scar made him look away, he closed his eyes listen intently at her steps and the ruffle of her clothes. She was close he could reach for her knee if he moved his hand just a few centimeters.

He opened his eyes, in an effort to not make his nervousness as evident as he feared it was. She wasn't looking at him, she faced the clear in front of them, her brown eyes watching the way the dragonflies gently grazed the water and then moved away from the frogs.

“This is your meditating spot?” Prim smacked herself inside her head, way to start a conversation.

“One of the many, but the one I like the most” he answered calmly. “It is very relaxing, isn’t it?”

“I’ve got to hand it to you,” she had noticed how close she had sat to him, and took the deliberate decision to open the cross on her legs.

He tensed lightly his thigh, he was not making a great job at keeping his cool, it might as well be an unintentional touch, just her making herself comfortable, but then again, she had outright flirted with him for 7 months before he even tried to make a move.

“but I think it is prettier than it is relaxing, there are many too sounds and far to many things to see for it to not be a distraction.” She pointed at a frog that had just jumped at them.

Luke had a hearty laugh, Prim had to call to every ounce of self control to not blush, Luke smirked and smoothly scooted closer, his robotic hand placed behind her as he lifted the frog gently with the Force.

“It helps to get closer to the Force around us.” He explained, when he freed the small amphibian. “Lets us see how everything is interconnected.” It landed on top of a leaf and jumped straight into the pond, scaring the dragonflies. “From the smallest being, to the greatest of them” a hawk like bird zoomed in front of them catching a fish. “That wasn’t planned I swear.”

Both broke into laughter.

Besides the profound talk of the Force, Luke felt deep inside something about it had helped them into easing a little more.

Lunch was great, awesome even. They didn’t sneak around answers or dodged questions, in fact plenty of their conversation reminisced to the talks they shared back at the bases.

“But in any case, you didn’t hear it from me” He finished earning a little more laughs as he talked about some old memories from the rogue team.

Their hands were close dangerously close, he lowered his gaze to her calloused fingers, her hands hadn’t changed, they were always strong, but always had a way into working the most delicate pieces of wiring. His hand moved forward his fingers making their way between hers.

Prim noticed, her heart beat rose. He had gotten the clue, and her stomach suddenly disappeared, Lunch? Who cared about lunch when the one and only Luke Skywalker, her Sun… At least, who used to be her Sun.

Yeah, they were beating around the bush about the conversation that needed to be done.

This kind of pining became usual, they secretly thanked alcohol was not involved in the following weeks, Prim did not have the enough bravery to accept a kiss form him and Luke did not have enough wits to do so.

He would not admit also to spend plenty if days laying in his bed thinking about well his new neighbor, next door. Prim also spend ridiculous amounts of time thinking which was a terrible idea considering Luke could read her thoughts.

Then, a downpour, it started as the gentle sound of rain, and then lighting and thunder came. Prim didn’t like thunder, there was still part of the recruit, the deserter, the girl who got all her friends killed, she remembered their glassy eyes dead eyes staring at nothing as her and Wong laid motionless playing dead for the troopers.

That’s how she laid under the covers, then a thunder. She winced, her eyes forcefully shutting, and huddling into the warm covers.

Then a knock on the door, Luke, he might have heard her, she wanted to reassure him, but she was glued to the bed.

“Prim everything alright there?” he asked. He heard a murmur on the other side, it didn’t really sound affirmative. “OK I’m getting in.”

The room was dim, he saw the bump on her bed, and he sat on the edge of her mattress.

“Why are you here?” she said without turning to him.

“You didn’t sound so fine.”

Prim stayed silent. “I am OK, go away” that’s what she wanted to say, two years of no contact and then he came again crashing down her whole world again.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.

“Yes” she scooted away to make room for him to lay with her. They had fell asleep together once before today, but that wasn’t the same.

His arms brought her back to his chest as his chin rested over her head.

Another lighting broke the sky, and the thunder made her clutch at his arm.

“Sorry” He… Apologized.

“What for?”

“For disappearing like that.” Her eyes opened in surprise. “I hadn’t properly apologized for it”

“It is fine,” Prim began to relax into him. “I also turned you away when you left.”

“No, need to apologize for it” he admitted.

“I am sorry too, for making up things to avoid you.” She admitted.

“Its ok, Prim” he began to relax, a thunder roared on the distance.

“I am also sorry for not being honest.”

Luke was taken aback. “Why… if I may ask?”

“The last few days… I’ve being putting off finishing the systems, because I want to… huh…” she swallowed. “I want to stay here, with you”

His Jedi façade finally crumbled down. “Look at me.”

Prim still in his arms turned to see the Jedi Knight. His blue eyes could not hide the love that poured down to her, to his stars.

“Can you repeat it, my stars… Please?” he pleaded.

Her hands were placed over his chest. He could see the devotion, the finally overcome fear, something that never left.

“I want to stay here, with you, my Sun” her eyes rapidly changed between the plush of his lips and his eyes.

Finally he leaned in, to finally hold what once was there.

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❦ F/O Kiss Meme ❦

I’ve seen these around for OTPs and gosh darn it I’m bored, so the community gets a smooch meme. (These aren’t in any particular order, just as I thought of them)

These can be drawn or writing prompts, but if you reblog feel free to do what’s best for you!

Just send in a number + an f/o and I’ll make something ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

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1. First kiss

2. Kiss on cheek

3. “Good Morning” kiss

4. Surprise kiss

5. Accidental kiss

6. “Hit and run” kiss (when you kiss someone and run away)

7. “You’re safe/alive” kiss

8. Blowing a kiss

9. Underwater kiss

10. Kiss in the rain

11. Kiss on the knuckles/hand

12. Sneaking a kiss

13. Jealous kiss

14. Kiss on the head/forehead

15. Kiss on a dare

16. Kiss while being carried

17. Missing a kiss/missed kiss

18. Proposal kiss

19. Wedding day kiss

20. New Years kiss

21. “Hello”/“Welcome Home” kiss

22. “Goodnight” kiss

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To reach what once was there

To hold what once was there series: Part I

Pairing: Skyrose (Luke Skywalker x Primrose Lutto)

Summary: Initiates learn from their masters, and sometimes masters learn from initiates. After Grogu's parting, Luke has a moment of solititude and reflection, he might have messed up big time.

Word count: 2.7 K

Warnings: Angst but has a fluffy ending, mentions of break ups, Macondo wants Luke's head on a spike, Canon complainant, Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett Spoilers, I haven't seen both but I know the enough Spoilers to write this, not proof read we die like men.

The weather seemed to laugh at his face. He sat under the tree he used to meditate, and sighed opening his blue sky eyes. He had grown used to be alone, building the new Jedi School was going smoothly as it could thanks to the droid's, but it had never felt so lonely.

He closed his eyes again and tried to empty his mind, inhaling deeply. Abandon all what surrounded him, to reach within and…

He chose the attachment.

He gasped, this was going to be harder,so much harder. He stretched and let his back hit the soft grass, the sunlight swept through the branches down to his face and golden hair.

"I can't blame him." Luke whispered to himself. He had done the same twice, none of them had come without a price but both had taught him a lesson. R2 had arrived back without many issues, even it had not pressed the issue. Luke had failed in keeping his very first student, and that made him sigh again. He closed his eyes again, letting the sun warm his body, so different to Tattoine's sun that scorched everything that it touched, but it was so much more similar to the soft caress of her calloused hand.

Luke shot his eyes open. He breathed heavily, he hadn't thought about Prim in a while or maybe he had forced him to look away from the thought of her.

"So you are breaking up with me?" The way like her voice sounded only worsened the ache of his heart but he had to stand firm.

Her workshop seemed less cluttered and more of her style of messy.

"Yes," he swallowed the knot on his throat. "It's not that-"

"It is a Jedi thing?" She interrupted him. She had braced her arms like she used to do on Hoth. He did not answer, for he feared he might break, even now she was being understanding, he wanted her to lash out at him, to tell him to fuck off, but she didn't. Luke could feel the fear the astonishment, pain, sadness, but not anger. Why wasn't she mad at him?

He frowned, and stood up to change places to meditate, maybe that would help him to change his set of mind.

He repeated all the steps and was met again with the block, what was worst, the same tingle when he wanted to say goodbye for the last time as he had hoped.

"I shouldn't," Her voice was beginning to break. She had turned her face instead of meeting his lips. "I don't want to make this harder."

He swallowed, there was the same tingle on the Force. He had heard the stifled sobs behind the door, he wanted to enter and take all what he said back, but he continued his way back to the X-wing, his chest to tight to breath, and even to keep watching the whole planet hurt; his eyes stung, maybe the bright light had caused it. At least he did not had a reason to go back to Tatooine, until Grogu had chosen.

He hunched over, confused, his own mind too clouded to part the ways on his own. The birds chirped around him, a couple flew around trying to peck each other like they where playing. He returned his gaze to the silky grass, if he couldn't find answers on his own then maybe he could figure them out with someone else.

"Father, I need counsel" Which was very weird. The only time he had spoke to him in life was just before he died.

"And in which way could I help you?" His voice was different from the one that came from his suit, it was… boyish in a surprisingly mature way.

"There is something that has been clouding my judgement." He met his gaze to a pair of eyes that looked just like his. "My first student left, following a bond he had with the Mandalorian, and it is giving me second thoughts about…" He trailed off, how hard could it be to tell your dead father about an ex-girlfriend? Surely a situation that he didn't thought he could get into, yet again, he had thought he would stay with Primrose, his stars.

"Why is it that your thoughts trail down to someone?" He wasn't teasing him, he was genuinely concerned as he sat in a more relaxed way, maybe to assure him that he could tell him anything. "Someone dear to you perhaps?"

"Yeah, she is." Luke whispered, his lips curving into a smile, as he looked down to the grass, not that he had a faint pink color on his cheeks.

"Well, well," now he was teasing him. "it's seem that she's more than dear to you." Now he chuckled. "You need ideas on how to propose?"

That made Luke's smile falter. "I don't think that would be possible." He said, sadness washed over his tone.

That made Anakin look at him perplexed. "I am sorry."

"Don't be," Luke moved his head side to side. "It's just that, " He couldn't look at him, for reasons. "I broke up with her a while ago, and Grogu's parting left me thinking."

"About..?"

"My decision," He gave a shaky breath. "I broke up with her because Jedis aren't allowed to have attachments, and I couldn't risk her to the consequences of it."

Anakin could visualize with a plethora of details what would the Council say and what would his Master would have told him to say, and even the scolding he would probably get if they were alive, and still decided to go with what he would have done.

"You are the only Jedi here, right?" His son looked at him puzzled, he had the same expression that Padmé would have done.

"Yes, but-"

"That makes this," he motioned the bamboo away and showed the construction site. "The new Jedi Order?"

"Yes."

"So you have the opportunity to make things right for all of us?" He finally asked. Then a new sense of embarrassment washed over him, it seemed like an obvious conclusion and he knew it, but still felt somehow wrong to betray the old teachings.

"Hey," His ghost had walked next to him and his hand was placed over his shoulder. It was comforting even if he did not touched him. "It might seem obvious, but you were trusted with a burden greater than than you," he took a pause. "Sharing our burdens, not only strengthen our bonds," he smiled at him. "It also connects us deeper to the Force… "

"Because it makes us empathic?"

"Attaboy, " Luke smiled at him. "Any idea of the next step? "

He nodded and jogged off to get R2. Anakin sighed, this was going to end up in trouble for him as Obi-Wan approached him.

"Master, please, my son-"

"Needed his father," Obi gave him a wrinkled smile. "and your advice was better than any other could have given." They heard the X-wing take flight before they faded again.

He landed in the outskirts of Mos Eisley, it was just a go and get the talk, maybe ask for forgiveness? And if everything went as he hoped then…

He sighed as he entered the shop the gentle tingle of the bell alerted the yellow twi'lek, he looked no older than 7, he sat on a tall stool, coloring a book over the counter.

"Welcome!" He greeted. "My dad will be here in a minute."

He nodded. Dad? Had Primrose went over him and married someone else? She could easily have, they haven't seen each other in two years and anyone would be lucky to have her. He feared for the in coming steps until he saw her brother… Macondo. He dropped the wrench on his hand, his eyes wide open and mouth gaping, and then his expression turned to anger, his knuckles turned white. He could sense the warning on the Force.

"Fes'kika," Luke knew that he wanted to speak gently. "Go to the back, and do not come out until I say so."

The kid felt the anger on his father's words, but it wasn't directed at him, but to the man clad in the black robes, and ran inside.

"With what right do you show your face here, Skywalker?" He growled, he stomped his way to him. "WITH WHAT RIGHT DO YOU COME HERE, HUH?" He yanked him from the collar of his shirt getting him down.

"I came here to apologize" His voice was sure and calm, that made Maco madder.

"APOLOGIZE!?" He shaked him. "APOLOGIZE AFTER TWO YEARS?!" He tried to push him to the ground but he only managed to make Luke stamer twice.

"Listen, Maco, I-"

"I DON'T CARE!" He balled his fists again. "I don't care, that you suddenly felt bad about it, or that in some weird Jedi shit you came you came to your senses," He was shaking. "or that you need help because some bounty hunter took Jabba's kriffing place." He swallowed, trying to calm himself, but Luke knew that he still wanted to bash his brains out.

"You have already caused enough damage with your little Jedi Code." Of course he knew. "She doesn't need to have your sorry ass here or anywhere around her."

Luke swallowed, after all he had hurt her, beyond anything that they had endured. Maco was right, how did he dared to even pull this stunt, when he had purposely shut everything that could remotely remind him of Primrose to stop the ache of his heart and mind; he still had to try and mend it.

"Maco, listen," he pleaded, and that took the other youngman off guard. "I-I know I messed up big time, and that 2 years of no contact do not say great things if me and-and… I-I have to atone for it."

Now Maco gaped again, too torned between hating every last hair of him and truly feeling sorry for him, he knew he wanted to punch him and he deserved it, but he also wanted to be spiteful and make him figure his shit on his own, but also for her sake… he took a breath.

"Why?" He asked. "Why now, Skywalker?"

"Because, someone less experienced than me, and much better reminded me of a lesson I learned a long time ago."

Maco turned his back to him and crossed his arms, his grease stained tank top facing him.

"I know you are there, small fry." He called onto the counter and he could see the yellow forehead peaking from there.

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it." Both men turned to see Primrose, she carried a Republic crate behind her and a full backpack.

Primrose wasn't used to have dinners that turned this disastrous, she barely touched her plate, Maco sometimes looked at her with compassion, like he felt sorry about the show he gave, and other's he looked at Luke like wanted him to choke on his fork.

Fes'kika wanted to know everything about Prim's latest mission, as she sometimes answered with monosyllables or just nodded at him. She couldn't help but to stare at Luke, she should be mad, she knew she should have kicked him out, but she couldn't her heart was pounding fast like she was the 20 year old that had just stolen his first kiss, but it also hurted like Bobba's blaster all over again, she felt her heart strings ripping out again as he walked out the door from the workshop. She knew she would heal eventually, but she would not be able to if she appeared from nowhere like today.

Luke did not even touch his food as he looked at her words tied on his throat,he had to think away to do this.

"I'm afraid you'll have to pardon me," She spoke. "I am not hungry anymore." No one said anything, as she saved her plate and walked to her room. The kid looked disappointed, but did not voiced it. The tension did not eased there.

Prim sat on her desk, and took out the box, she hadn't had the heart to let go of the trinkets that Luke had gifted her, they weren't many, but most held a significant value. She sighed tracing the edges of one of his rarest gifts, an uncolored kyber crystal, she remembered vividly that day. He had been trying to hoard all the information he could get about the crystals and Saber construction when he had jumped out of that X-wing, and ran to the other hangars just to show her his finding.

Maco knocked making her save her things fast. "Come in"

He swept through the door, and walked with a stool under his arm, he was still mad at Luke but he wasn't actually going to let him freeze to death.

"I can take them to him." She offered, if Luke was there, they had a long due talk to have.

"And I don't want you to rub salt over your wounds." retorted Maco.

"And I don't want you to get too worked up over them." She sighed. "I just want clearance."

Maco couldn't held her gaze, a long time has happened since she needed his actual protection. "If he dares to even do something…"

"Please don't punch him" that made them laugh. He placed the blankets over her arms and she walked to Luke's room.

"Good Luck, Prim." He thought before going to tuck Fes in.

Luke opened the door to be greeted by Prim, she stepped in the warm lit room. This used to be her brothers' shared room, but it had become the visit's room. It wasn't decorated, just plain white walls and a desk they hadn't been able to move, besides a bed.

They didn't talk much as she helped him to do the bed, but there were some stolen glances that Luke couldn't ignore, he had to make things right.

"How have you been doing?" He said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Trying to get by, working for the New Republic and such." She forced a smile. "and you?"

"Trying to get by too," he sighed. "My first student left the academy."

She turned her head at him shocked, she looked concerned and that only made him even more embarrassed at himself.

"Why?" She asked she had scooted maybe half a centimeter closer and to him it meant the world.

"He had a better judgment than me about the attachment rule." He sighed defeated.

"That means..?" She was interested that was good, he might still have a chance.

"That I wanted to apologize," He turned to face her. "I messed up big time, I broke up with you thinking that…" He inhaled. "it would endanger you if I was ever put to test again, like…" He trailed of but he saw her gaze over his prosthetic hand. "And I was scared to find what length would I go to save anyone, specially you."

So he was scared of becoming like his father, Maco was right, he deserved the punching.

"I did wanted you to know that even after all this time," he swallowed. "I still love you, with my mind, soul and heart."

"Why are you telling me this?" that question was harsher than it should be. "Why do you come here and try to make me forgive you?" He stayed silent, because she immediately continued. "Why do you come here looking like you lost something, or like you have lost your way through life, and ask for forgiveness for something I was never angry to begin with?" OK her voice began to crack this was bad. "Why do you come an tell the same words you used after you came back?" She inhaled shaking. "Why?" and then she sobbed. Luke did not knew if it was his place to comfort her as he did, but he still held her gently to his chest.

"Because I wronged you," he sighed rubbing her back. "because I hurt you for the exact same reason the Old Order failed, I interpreted the scriptures so literally that I drove everyone away." He sighed. "Because I came back from the horrible path I was placing myself into." She hugged him back, she was still crying but she could still see his hurting.

"You are an idiot." He wanted to laugh. "An idiot I love against my better judgment."

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No one:

Tumblr users at 00:00 on March 15th:

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Hey! Dear friend is in need if you could spare one dollar you are already helping

a little help perhaps?

I don’t really post much so forgive me if this looks weird. Long story short, I’m trying to move out of an abusive home but I don’t want to leave my dog behind. Unfortunately, I can only afford a ticket for myself at the moment. I’d really appreciate it if you could spar even just 1$ to help me move myself and my dog to a safer home.  My mental is not doing great staying here, but I’m not in immediate danger. So it’s alright if you don’t feel you can/want to donate, a share would be appreciated though! If you do want to help me then my paypal username is flopsyvivien. or you can donate here! (I’ll follow up with some pictures of the doggo as well) https://www.gofundme.com/f/c9dpe-moving-to-a-safer-home

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The responses to this tweet have killed me dead

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