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The Best of Both Worlds - Chapter Eight

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

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Word Count: 11438 Rating: General Summary: After a difficult few days of filming The Mandalorian, Din is excited to spend time with you as he finally takes you on your first proper date... Content Warnings: Smooching 👀, alcohol consumption. Author's Note: I was going to post this on Friday but just didn't really feel right after the news, but I'm very happy to finally share this one with you! Big chapter for our dear reader and Din's story together as their relationship to each other reaches a new stage. Next chapter is equally important and she also earns a nickname from Din which is very cute 🥺! Can't wait to finish editing and share that one, too! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks again to @suresnips for being my beta. Your feedback is always so helpful and appreciated ♡

7. Your Face Hung Up High In The Gallery [Din's POV]

Usually, when a new season of The Mandalorian began filming, Din would feel thoroughly invigorated by the process. Donning his precious beskar’gam and using the expertise he had accumulated through all of his training in the ancient Way to perform stunts helped him feel in touch with his roots. It helped Din to feel connected to the people who had taken him in when he was a destitute orphan, found wandering the streets. Yet, the beginning of filming for the third season had not brought such emotions forth within Din. Instead, he felt rather drained by the entire process.

As he sat there in the back of the car that ferried him the short distance to and from the studios daily. Din was grateful that it was almost the end of the week for his patience was running thin. The shoot for the first episode of the third season of The Mandalorian was drawing to a close, ending in a climactic final act with plenty of fight scenes for Mando. Fortunately, since the day at the zoo, he had felt slightly more settled mentally than he had on the day when he was constantly missing his cues and was sent for an early lunch. The clarity the conversation by the penguin enclosure had brought had calmed his mind, and now he knew with certainty that nothing was standing in his way from attempting to claim your heart.

Despite how well the shoot was going for the most part, there was a certain curly-haired co-star who seemed determined to get on Din’s last nerve. The constant questions and teasing from Peli about how the flowers had been received and the outing to the zoo had been amusing at first, but now they were beginning to irritate Din. Although he cared for Peli a great deal and was always grateful for how much she cared about him and Grogu, sometimes she could grate on Din’s nerves. The talkative, eccentric woman was someone Din knew that he could always turn to for advice, yet he also found that sometimes she could be a little overbearing and eager to give her advice in situations where it wasn’t even necessary.

Din could not wait for tomorrow evening when he had arranged what he thought was the perfect proper first date. Finally, the two of you would be able to spend time together, no work, no zoos, and no toddlers. He wished that time would speed up so that Friday evening would roll around and he would finally be able to be in your presence again. Although there were not too many miles that separated you from each other and despite having exchanged phone numbers, things had been too hectic to take advantage of that fact. To Din, you could have been on the other side of the world entirely rather than only a few minutes drive away.

It wasn’t that Din didn’t want to text; he did, more than anything. But doing so was a risk. What if you asked a question that he could not easily answer? Din knew that it would be incredibly difficult to continue small talk via text, given the gravity of the secret that he was keeping. How could he possibly say he was just about to beat up an entire platoon of Praetorian Guards if you asked what he was doing at work? No, he had to be tactful about how he handled this part of his life. Din would never outright lie to you, but he knew he had to obscure the truth from you. It was a line, however, that he was struggling to tread. The guilt had been eating him up inside, but Din knew this was for the best. He had to protect himself. Din hoped you would not take his lack of frequent texts as rudeness, or a sign that he was not keen on you. In reality, it was entirely the opposite.

With all the physical fight scenes that were present in the season finale, Din needed to be focused and on the top of his game. Despite the clarity that your outing to the zoo had brought, focusing on a fictional fight scene was complicated given the numerous complex emotions he was currently dealing with. For one, he had not been able to stop thinking about the time the two of you had spent together at the zoo the previous weekend. Since he had met you, Din was experiencing feelings that he had been convinced that he would never feel again. Not after Omera, the woman that Din had come so close to allowing himself to fall for before he realised that their ways of life would ultimately prove incompatible.

Din still found that his mind occasionally drifted back there, to Sorgan, the idyllic village where he had laid low for a couple of months with work. Memories of the beautiful woman, with her long black hair and kind brown eyes, flickered through his mind. Din thought fondly of her, of how diligently she had taken care of him for the short time their paths crossed when his work liaising with law enforcement to root out organised crime gangs had taken him to Sorgan. Coincidentally, it was during that very same job that Din had encountered Grogu. Indeed, the boy had only been in Din’s care for a matter of days when he had been tasked to gather intelligence in that picturesque farming village where he had come so close to leaving his nomadic lifestyle behind and finally putting down roots. He had agonised for the first few months over whether his decision to leave had been the right one. Although it had hurt greatly at the time, now with time separating him from Omera and Sorgan, Din knew that his decision to leave unquestionably was the correct one. Especially when the call with the offer of the role of The Mandalorian came through only a few weeks later.

Since Omera, Din had lived such a solitary life that he had almost forgotten how incredible it felt to enjoy someone’s presence as much as he enjoyed the evening at the museum and the day at the zoo with you. Din knew that deep down, complete solitude was not entirely what he wanted for his life. But it was just how things had turned out, he had made his peace with that. Until you came along.

Before then, Din had been pretty content to isolate himself. It had just been him and Grogu in the peaceful cottage that he had just returned to after the long day’s filming, Grogu already asleep in his arms. Although Din usually relished the quiet evenings with his son, he was quietly glad that filming had overrun and Grogu had fallen asleep as soon as his tiny frame had been secured in the car seat. There would be no dinner and bath time tonight; instead Din carried his sleeping son upstairs, grateful that Iggy had already changed him into his pyjamas once the filming had looked likely to overrun so Din did not have to disturb him. Din placed Grogu gently under the covers, tucking him in and leaning down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Grogu,” Din whispered into the silent baby monitor before he grabbed the baby monitor and made his way downstairs.

With Grogu asleep, Din was struck by the stillness of the cottage. It was dark and soundless. Usually, Din savoured his downtime, the moments he spent alone, away from others. Yet, for the first time since he had moved here, Din began to contemplate another’s presence here. He wondered how it would feel to have you here, in his orbit… in his home. How well you would fit in amongst the stunning scenery, with your beauty. Evening walks with Grogu, returning to the cottage where the two of you would bathe him before you cooked and ate a meal together at the polished wooden dining table. Then you’d cuddle on the couch together, Din holding you tightly in his arms and nuzzling into your hair.

Din shook his head and moved into the kitchen to prepare some food, almost disgusted with himself for how carried away he had just gotten, his imagination running wild. Such a thing could never happen, at least not until Din was more certain that he could trust you with his secret. For his cottage, with all of its proximity to the studios, was certain to provoke a line of questioning from you that he would be unsure that he could answer without breaking his vow of honesty to you.

Truthfully, the depth of his emotions had terrified him. Intimacy like this, actually wanting to be in the presence of another was a new sensation for Din. After so long spent in solitude, it was going to take some getting used to. Din had been alone for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt to feel like this.

Din had partly kept to himself because he viewed his life as much too complicated to allow someone else into, feeling that it was unfair to involve someone else with how unpredictable and nomadic his lifestyle was. There was also Grogu to consider, especially with the attention and stability that the little boy required taking absolute precedence. Yet, deep down, Din knew that he was terrified of getting close enough to someone in case the day ever came when he lost them. Losing his parents at such a young age left scars deep within Din that he was struggling to overcome even so many years later.

Of course, Grogu had begun to slowly but surely break down the emotional walls that Din had erected around himself. Until he had found the little boy in the attic on that fateful day, Din had not realised his capacity for love. Now, though, another presence in Din’s life was beginning to chip away at those walls with all of the light and warmth you had brought to his life.

Din was attracted to the way you looked. But to him, your beauty went far further than merely skin deep. He found himself more able to relax in your presence in a way that he had not around others for a long time. Despite how much he knew you loved the show – after all, it was the reason he had crossed paths with you in the first place – somehow, it was easy to forget the burden of his secret in your presence. Din was so mesmerised by your intellect and how good you were with Grogu, how patient and kind you were to the little boy despite his nervousness and emotional outbursts. Anyone whom Din Djarin was going to fall for had to care for Grogu, too.

All feelings of awkwardness that Din had felt over bringing Grogu with him to meet you at the zoo had dissipated the second that he had seen you. Din had been fearful of the way that his son’s presence might be misconstrued as a lack of interest or viewing the outing as purely platonic. But you had not had that reaction at all. It had been the complete opposite, you had welcomed Grogu’s presence and been so attentive when the little boy had shown signs of being upset in the frog exhibit. The kindness that you had extended to Grogu in the museum had continued even when you were not being paid to show it, something that had relieved Din immensely.

Seeing you interact with Grogu had awakened something inside of Din, he was feeling strong emotions that he was not sure he had ever experienced at this intensity before. Time spent with you strengthened Din’s instinct that somehow, he just knew that you were right for him and the way you were seamlessly slotting into his life with Grogu was surely proof of that. Din had not spent much time with you but already he knew that the bond with you was something special, something that he had been searching for for a long time. With you, he felt like he finally had found a part of him that he had not even realised he was missing.

That realisation of how quickly you had become so important to him both scared him and excited him in equal measure. Din had to keep reminding himself that he had to maintain some distance and not let you in completely until he had told you the truth. Yet, it was just too easy to let his guard down around you. Although he feared the repercussions of his secret being revealed, never seeing you again was simply not an option. That was why he had enlisted Fennec’s help to plan what he hoped would be an ideal first date.

Given the circumstances behind what was – to your knowledge, at least – the first time Din had crossed paths with you, he figured that there was no point attempting to hide the benefits that his job came with. It would have been a pointless endeavour, considering that you knew his bosses had the financial capability to allow them to rent out the British Museum for just him and Grogu. So, rather than shying away from that fact, Din exploited that benefit to organise a date that he was sure would go down a treat and allow you to look at your favourite painting without the mindless tourists that you so hated.

Din knew that with the date he had planned, he was opening himself up to conversations about how it was possible. But it was a risk he was willing to take. Besides, if you ever alluded to his work Din, planned to say that he had signed NDAs – which was not a lie. It was an easy way to get around any hypothetical questions. Not that you had ever really questioned him on text this week, even when Din had told you he had a busy, draining day at work. Your replies had just voiced concern and hope that he would have some time to relax, rather than pushing for details. Din was relieved that you seemed perfectly content to be in the dark about specific details about his job. Though Din thought that you perhaps would not be so laid back if you knew exactly what it entailed. No, he was sure that you would suddenly have boundless intrigue about what it was like to be The Mandalorian.

Your easy-going nature meant that Din had felt even less troubled about leaning into the privileges that came with his mysterious line of work. So he had enlisted the help of Fennec to arrange something he was certain would mean an awful lot to you. Organising such a date had even been worth the playful ribbing from Jim that Din had received when the two had passed in the corridor. Din was grateful that his helmet had hidden the blush that swept over his features when Jim had remarked: “It must be someone special, first the flowers and now this.” Jim was right of course, the person Din was seeing was very special.

Thoughts of how the date would go raced through Din’s mind that night as he lay in bed. He was excited to see how you would react to what he had planned for your evening. But he was also anxious to see your reaction when he revealed what he had planned for your date. Above all, Din was hopeful that the spark that had been evident in your encounters so far would continue when it was just the two of you. Din’s mind took longer than usual to switch off, but fortunately, it was not an issue as he was not required on set the following day. The late night of filming meant that the morning session had been postponed until the following week and Din was not required on set in the afternoon anyway, so effectively he had a three-day weekend to enjoy.

Din was thankful that the scenes to be filmed in the afternoon did not include him. It was a sign that the show was widening in scope, focusing on a story bigger than just Din’s journey as a lone bounty hunter making his way through the galaxy, as the show had once been. For the first few episodes, Din hardly spoke. It was something that the heads of the studio had been nervous about, wondering whether the audience would form an attachment to a nameless, faceless character who hardly uttered a word. Din was pleased that Mando had proved them all wrong, with the almost universal praise and acclaim that the season had received. He had been relieved too, at how much praise his performance in particular had garnered. Not that Din had sought it out, but Jim and Dale had sent him a selection of glowing reviews to reassure Din. Their gamble and trust in an unknown, entirely inexperienced actor who wanted to remain anonymous had more than paid off.

Now though, the scope of The Mandalorian’s third season had hugely increased and other characters had been introduced. They were mainly fellow Mandalorians that Mando was both allied to and sceptical of. Bizarrely, it mirrored reality for Din as the casting choices had initially irritated him and he had been suspicious of the newcomers. Unlike the casting for the main character, the studio had not elected to cast real Mandalorians, citing budget concerns. Jim and Dale had been equally disappointed, insisting that they had lobbied for real Mandalorians to be cast. But they were so rare, expensive and tricky to negotiate with that in the end, cost had won out.

Their apologies did not stop Din from being any less disgusted that the people walking around on set were pretenders, merely fitted in their beskar’gam by the costume department without any understanding of how sacred each piece of armour was. How centuries of Mandalorians had fought and died to preserve armour such as the ones they were wearing.

Din was silently enraged by the knowledge that these people were just viewing their beskar’gam as a costume, something that could be taken on and off, without any true understanding of the deeper sacrifice and meaning of being a Mandalorian. Din had sought a lot of counsel from the golden-haired woman who led his tribe. She had been dismayed by it too, but reminded Din that he was doing nothing wrong. It was an unfortunate pitfall of working with such a corporation, which had shown little respect for various cultures throughout its history. It was the latest in a long list of such behaviour, and Din should not have been too surprised.

It was all contributing to the sense of unease that he had felt on set during the first two weeks of feeling. Somehow, things felt much different than the first two seasons. It did not help that there was pressure to surpass their immense popularity, either. Din always feared that sooner or later, the bubble would burst, and people would realise that he was not good enough to be The Mandalorian.

For now, those thoughts were far away from Din’s mind as he tried to get his body to sleep. He focused on thoughts of you, the way you looked at him and how warm your body had felt, pressed up against his as the two of you sat next to each other eating ice creams on the bench outside the London Zoo. Din was only hours away from seeing you again, a prospect that excited and terrified him in equal measure. So many questions that would be answered the following day. But, now, it was time to rest…

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It was fortunate that Din was not required on set, as it was not even six a.m. when Grogu’s cries on the baby monitor roused Din from the peaceful slumber that he had eventually fallen into. He did not grumble or complain, just swung his long, muscular legs out of bed and made his way into his son’s bedroom next door.

“Morning, pal,” Din rasped, reaching down to scoop Grogu out of his bed. “You hungry?” Din asked and was relieved when Grogu furiously nodded. Mercifully, it did not appear to be one of those days where it was difficult to discern Grogu’s immediate needs. “Okay, buddy. Let’s go get you something to eat, I know it was a late night of filming yesterday and you didn’t eat on time.”

With Grogu seated in his high chair, chubby hands happily clutching a serving of his favourite animal crackers, Din took his phone out and debated sending you a text. He knew that you would probably be waking up for work soon, not too many miles away. Din found himself wondering whether he was being utterly ridiculous for pining over you this much so soon after meeting, but then he remembered how his heart sang whenever you were near. With that thought, his thumbs moved to type the text.

Hope you have a good day at work. Remember, Trafalgar Square at 8:30! Can’t wait to see you.

Din read it several times, hoping it didn’t sound too patronising with his comment about enjoying work, especially when his job was nothing like yours. When he was finally satisfied with the text, Din sent it and took a deep breath. Even texting you felt like an event; Din wasn’t sure how he would survive time with just the two of you alone.

Din had already told you of the meeting place a few days before, once the details had been confirmed by Fennec, but an insecure part of him fretted that you had somehow forgotten, or made other plans and would not be there waiting for him. Meeting at Trafalgar Square was hopefully mysterious enough to throw you off the scent, even though the building Din would be taking you to was right there, overlooking the bustling square. Din was anxiously awaiting your reply; mercifully, a certain little boy provided the perfect distraction. Grogu was finished with his animal crackers and was furiously pointing in the direction of the garden, indicating that he wanted to go outside to play.

Din was only too happy to oblige, hoping that a few minutes of running around and playing on the climbing frame by the fire pit, right next to the little outbuilding which housed the gym would tire Grogu out sufficiently that the little boy would want another nap and Din could get some more rest. Instead, after running around, it almost seemed that Grogu had even more energy. So Din took him inside to the small room on the ground floor of the cottage that was essentially Grogu’s playroom. Din dug out some colouring books and the two set about spending the rest of their morning colouring in, a favoured bonding activity that Grogu always seemed to be in the mood for. Din could sense that his son possessed a great deal of talent. For exactly what, he wasn’t sure. But he hoped that Grogu would find it. Until then, Din was determined to nurture his artistic side.

While Grogu was particularly focused on colouring in a mountainous landscape, Din’s phone chimed and he almost fell off his chair in surprise. A morning of running around after his son had rather taken Din’s mind off the earlier text he had sent, but when a reply from you appeared on his lockscreen, Din suddenly felt lighter.

Thank you! Just arrived at work, I have to show some kids around for a tour. Hopefully they’re as well behaved as Grogu. I’m really excited to see you too :)

Reading your words made Din’s stomach flip. The way you had even referenced Grogu caused an ecstatic grin to spread across his face, he squeezed his eyes shut in glee. Din shook his head and returned his phone to his pocket, wondering what he had ever done to be so lucky to find you. He figured he would leave you to your tour and concentrated on the task at hand, colouring books with his boy.

After a couple more hours of art, the rumbling in Din’s stomach signified that it was lunchtime. Din headed into the kitchen and made some sandwiches for the two to share. The weather was warm, it was early July after all and it seemed as though the British weather had finally remembered what season it was, so Din took Grogu outside and the pair munched on their sandwiches outside on the patio next to the fire pit. It was a feature of the house which Din did not often use. He wondered whether he would sit outside here with you on a cooling summer night, the two of you huddled up together on a bench as you watched the flickering embers of the fire.

With lunch eaten and cleaned up, Din attempted to put Grogu down for a nap. Mercifully, Grogu was seemingly happy to get some rest, after his busy morning. His son’s eagerness for a nap gave Din the perfect opportunity to catch up on some much-needed sleep after the late night of filming and early morning thanks to his son’s antics. But as he lay there in bed, Din found that he could not settle. The knowledge of his upcoming date was still causing his stomach to do flips. Despite how drained he had felt after the first two weeks of filming, Din couldn’t help but wish that he was on set today. He was incredibly nervous about the upcoming date. Tonight, it would just be the two of you. There was nowhere to hide, just the two of you together. No beskar, no work and no toddlers. It was an equally terrifying and exciting prospect.

The next sound Din heard was the sound of the doorbell ringing. His eyes flew open and he was momentarily disoriented, forgetting where he was and having no sense of time whatsoever. Din leapt out of bed for the second time that day, panicking that he had overslept. Mercifully, the time on his watch read a little past five p.m. and Din rushed into Grogu’s room, panicking that his son would have woken up without him. He was relieved to see Grogu still sound asleep. Din didn’t have the heart to wake him just yet, so he headed downstairs and was greeted by a familiar hunched figure silhouetted through the glass in the door.

“Hi, Kuiil,” Din welcomed the diminutive man, with his impossibly pink skin, a smattering of white hair above his top lip and deep wrinkled skin. “Thanks for coming, Grogu is upstairs having a nap right now. Figured we could leave him until dinner is ready.”

“Perfect, I’ll get started on that right away,” the old man rasped as he hung up the brown coat he always seemed to wear in the hallway.

With Grogu asleep and Kuiil tackling dinner for the two of them, it was time for Din to get ready. He inhaled deeply in the shower, hoping that the heat of the hot jets as they rained down upon him would calm his nerves and soothe him somehow. The effect was fleeting before that stomach-flipping nervousness returned. He turned the shower off and exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel to get ready. The house was a lot less still now. Somewhere below, he could hear the sounds of Kuiil and Grogu laughing and the occasional clanking of pots and pans as the old man continued preparing dinner. Din wondered whether the sound of you and Grogu interacting would ever drift through the cottage and greet his ears. Perhaps he would come in from a workout, to find the two of you playing together in Grogu’s room. Or he would descend the stairs in the morning to find you happily cooking in the kitchen, Grogu on your hip. It was such a vivid image that it almost took Din’s breath away. Din knew that he was probably several steps further than was normal for a first date. But then, the way he had met you had been far from normal.

After he had dressed, shaved slightly and styled his hair, Din stood in front of the mirror and raked his hand through his hair for what was probably the fiftieth time. Part of the perk of the helmet was that there was no stipulation for how he had to wear his hair and recently, he had been enjoying wearing it longer. His dark hair was pushed back past his ears, the curls were longer on the back of his head and towards the nape of his neck. His moustache had been trimmed slightly, as had most of the scruffy stubble that was usually dotted along his jawline. Din checked his outfit in the mirror one last time, confident that he had played it just right with his outfit. He was wearing a classic white button-down shirt, the first three buttons undone and pushed open to reveal his bronze skin beneath. The shirt was paired with form-fitting dark brown chinos that showed off his muscular legs, which he worked so hard to maintain with his exercise routine, while not being too skinny that they were uncomfortable.

Din took a deep breath and looked himself up and down one last time in the mirror, hoping that you would like what you saw. He had always struggled to gauge his attractiveness, which was unsurprising given how sheltered his upbringing had been and how much of his life was spent hiding his face behind his helmet. Still, when Din was free to show his face, he had never been particularly focused on others’ responses to him. Sure, he hadn’t failed to notice the occasional admiring looks from both men and women that were thrown his way, but most of the time he had been too focused on a job to stop and explore those gazes further. Now though, with you, he was finally getting to experience a whole new side of himself that had previously remained unexplored. It was an exhilarating prospect, but one that Din approached with equal trepidation. He could not shake the fear that you would perhaps be disappointed in what you saw.

After deciding that he was satisfied with his appearance, Din grabbed his wallet and phone from the dresser and shoved them in his pockets. His phone had not sounded since your earlier text to confirm the time and venue for your meeting and he wondered whether you were going through a similar process to him, agonising over your appearance. He wished that he could text you and tell you that you had no need to worry. For Din, you could wear anything and he would still be blown away by your beauty.

Din descended the stairs and entered the kitchen and was greeted by the adorable sight of his son sitting in his high chair, face and arms entirely covered by pasta sauce. Din smirked at the sight, grateful that he would not have to be embroiled in the clean-up operation that would surely take place while he was out on his date.

“Oh, Grogu,” Din laughed, “I’m going to keep my distance from you, buddy.” Din gestured towards the freshly-pressed, bright white shirt that he was wearing for his date. The last thing he wanted was for a mucky toddler to ruin his pristine outfit.

“As soon as he’s finished with his dinner, I’m going to be putting him straight in the bath,” Kuiil huffed. “At least he’s enjoying it, though.”

“It’s wonderful to see,” Din smiled proudly, relieved that Grogu was actually eating something other than his beloved animal crackers. It was a struggle to find foods that the little boy would try, but pasta with tomato sauce appeared to be something that could be added to Grogu’s list of safe foods.

Din poured himself a glass of water and then took a seat at the table, opposite Grogu and well away from the tomato sauce splash zone. He just enjoyed being in his son’s presence, watching with fascination the way Grogu seemed so enthralled by the textures of the pasta and the sauce that he kept making it into little balls with his chubby hands. It was definitely not the most conventional way to eat pasta, but it sure worked for Grogu and if it got him to explore new foods, both Din and Kuiil were more than happy to leave him to it.

Din also warred with the internal guilt that he sometimes felt when leaving Grogu behind, no matter how short of a time the two of them were apart. Din knew that Grogu was happy with Kuiil; he adored spending time with the older man and the two of them had a truly special bond that anyone who spent time with the two of them together felt privileged to witness. Din knew that Grogu would have a bath, play with his toys and then be put to bed. Din knew that he would be there when his son awoke the following morning. But there was still a nagging guilt in the back of his mind, berating him for leaving his boy alone for something as selfish as a date.

“Din, he’ll be fine,” Kuill smiled sympathetically. The kindly old man appeared to have understood where Din’s mind had wandered.

“I know, it’s not that I don’t trust you, Kuiil. There’s no one I’d rather him be with,” Din sighed, struggling to put his emotions into words. “I feel so responsible for him, it’s difficult to switch off.”

“Listen, enjoy your night with your lady. If anything happens at all, I will call you immediately. The car can quickly bring you back here, but really, I think this little one is worn out,” Kuiil nodded in Grogu’s direction. “Sounds like the two of you had a busy day before I even got here and after some post-bathtime playing, I’m sure he’ll be out like a light.”

“Thanks, Kuiil,” Din said appreciatively. He knew that the old man he entrusted Grogu with was nothing but diligent in his care of the boy, but there was always that lingering guilt that Din was never quite able to outrun, no matter how hard he tried.

Grogu had just about finished his dinner when the doorbell rang, signifying that Din’s driver had arrived. Din took a deep breath and braced himself to say goodbye to Grogu, hoping that it was one of those nights where Grogu would not get upset at his father leaving. Thankfully, as he leaned down to press a kiss to his boy’s coily hair, Grogu chirped happily and did not seem bothered that his father was leaving, especially as Kuiil was currently detailing all of the toys that Grogu could play with in the bath.

With his heart feeling lighter and safe in the knowledge that his son was going to be okay, Din pushed the old wooden door of the cottage open and made his way to the black van that would ferry him to central London to meet you. Part of the perks of his job was the fact that Din had a driver on call at all times, ready to take him wherever he desired on a moment’s notice. His usual driver was a man called Boba, Din suspected was around his age but somehow seemed more wizened. Din suspected that the two of them shared similar pasts, although he was inclined to keep personal chatter to a minimum.

“Hi, Boba,” Din greeted the bald man who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Good evening, Mr. Djarin,” Boba nodded, as he started the engine and drove off.

Din was grateful that Boba did not speak unless spoken to; he was not one for small talk, which suited Din perfectly. The radio was on, mercifully at a quiet volume and Din found himself staring out of the window as the lush green countryside turned into leafy suburbia and then, finally, the hustle and bustle of the big city. It took a certain amount of driving skill to be able to navigate London on a Friday evening, especially given the stop-start nature of the traffic. Din felt as though they were crawling along and wondered several times whether it would be quicker to walk.

Eventually, though, the car pulled up a street behind Trafalgar Square and Din eagerly hopped out, anxious to get to the meeting point even though he was twenty minutes early. He had left extra early to account for the stubborn London traffic which had proved to be a wise decision as, despite Boba’s driving skill, the journey had still taken more than an hour.

Din hovered by one of the two fountains, not sure where the most convenient place to meet was, given the size of the square. Although the Corinthian pillar that hosted a statue of a British naval hero on top was the focal point of the square, it was busy with tourists attempting to hop on the bronze lions dotted around the base. Din hoped that you would be able to spot him in his current location. He paced around, checking his watch every few minutes and nervously raking his hand through his hair.

“Hi,” a quiet, familiar voice spoke into the warm summer evening and Din immediately spun around, just like that day at the convention when you had caught him looking up at the poster.

“Hi,” Din breathed as he finally looked at you. The sight of you almost caused Din to topple backwards into the fountain. He was almost speechless, as his eyes traversed your body and appreciated the way your outfit complimented your body. “You look incredible,” Din breathed, utterly floored by the sight of you. He had seen you in full-nerd mode at the convention, in your work clothes and dressed down for a casual day at the zoo. But to see you dressed up slightly, with hair and makeup styled to match… you were a breathtaking vision before him and Din could scarcely believe that you were his date. He felt like the luckiest man in the entire world.

“Thank you,” you replied. Din watched as a shy smile crept across your features and you brought your hand to the side of your face, an indication that you were perhaps as nervous as him.

“Do you have any guesses as to the venue for our date?” Din asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. He wondered whether you had clocked how close the meeting point was to the stunning neoclassical building which looked out over the square.

“No, I figured we met here because of its location in central London. It’s close to a lot of notable places,” you shrugged. Din smirked, delighted that what he was going to say next was sure to surprise you.

“Well, I apologise if you’re a bit sick of museums given that you, uh, work in one all week,” Din said, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and squeezing in a self-soothing gesture. “But I remembered what you said during the tour, about a certain painting that always seems to have a crowd of tourists surrounding it…”

“Din! You didn’t!” You exclaimed, clapping your hand over your mouth in shock.

“Would you like to see the sunflowers without a crowd of people gathered around them?” Din asked, although he already knew what your answer would be.

“YES!” You practically squealed. For a moment Din wondered whether you were about to throw your arms around him in excitement as you appeared to move slightly towards him before you stopped in your tracks.

To Din, it appeared that you were holding back somewhat. He panicked that you were disappointed in his outfit, perhaps you had just been too polite to say no to a date. Din shook his head and dismissed those insecure thoughts as the two of you began walking up the stairs towards the stunning museum building. He could not forget the way you had looked at him when you had first turned around. There was definitely something there. Din focused on the building to ground himself, admiring the stunning facade. He gazed up at the portico, with its pillars and the dome on the roof above the pediment. Din hadn’t even stepped foot inside yet and he was already blown away by the beauty of the building. If the works contained inside were as incredible as the exterior, it was certain to be an incredible evening.

A museum worker was waiting at the entrance and she took the two of you inside and gave a brief talk about the rules and expectations for such an exclusive tour. Unlike during his visit to the British Museum, Din had requested that the two of you just be allowed to make your way around alone and, apart from a security guard who would follow you into each room but keep their distance, the two of you would be left to your own devices.

Din gazed up in awe at the dome above the steps that led up to the galleries. There were ornate marble pillars and gold patterns on the marble doorways. Every surface contained remarkable detail, even the mosaic floor, and Din almost felt that he couldn’t possibly take it all in at once. Surely he would have to stand here for hours and commit it all to memory. However, there was an entire, empty museum with untold treasures waiting to be explored.

“Where to start? This place is enormous!” Din remarked.

“Maybe we can start with the older paintings, the Renaissance and the like?” you suggested. “Then we can finish at the modern section, with the Impressionists and Van Gogh.”

“Lead the way,” Din gestured and you obeyed, practically galloping up the stairs towards the Renaissance wing.

Although Din could appreciate the skill that had gone into crafting such masterpieces so many centuries ago, the subjects of most of the paintings meant nothing to him as they mainly depicted religious history. The Creed that Din followed was quite different, with the bullet and sword carving out most of their history rather than the brush and pencil. Most of the figures meant nothing to him, although he was stunned by their attention to detail.

“Not really doing it for you?” You asked, as though able to sense Din’s disinterest with this particular section.

“Um, I mean… I can appreciate the skill but I prefer landscapes and nature, I think,” Din admitted, hoping that you did not think him uncultured. Din was anything but, yet his cultural background was worlds apart from what was depicted in this museum.

“To be honest, me too,” you shrugged. “There are only so many creepy babies and angels that I can stand to look at. I know a section that you’ll like!”

Din was stunned as you moved towards him and reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. He inhaled sharply as the realisation that you had actually taken his hand dawned upon him. Din did not have much time to react as you began leading him through the museum. All earlier nervousness on your end had apparently vanished, as you had actually taken Din's hand in your own. Din was so taken aback by the gesture and the feeling of your warm, soft hand against his, that he almost forgot to begin moving his legs to follow you. Fortunately, he remembered that to actually move forward he had to lift his feet, his brain finally catching up to your gesture. Din followed you to wherever you were taking him, a wide grin on his face as he appreciated the fact that you were joined together. He did not care where you were taking him, as long as the two of you were together.

Din did not have long to ponder where you were going as he was led into a smaller room off the main wings which contained a variety of stunningly detailed, colourful paintings of an incredible array of flowers. Din paused for a few moments, taking in the art in the room, but you were already marching to the centre of the room. Din was disappointed when you dropped his hand and moved further into the room, wishing that the two of you could have held hands all night.

“This is a section with a lot of Dutch flower artists, like de Heem, Ruysch and van Huysum,” you explained. “This one is by Brueghel the Elder. I just love the colours, so vibrant and the lighting is so realistic, it’s easy to forget that this is a painting. It looks almost photo-realistic, despite being over four hundred years old. Sorry, I’m going into tour guide mode, even though this isn’t my museum,” you added, sheepishly.

“Don’t apologise,” Din smiled, closing the distance between the two of you and nodding at you, willing you to continue. He was fascinated by your mind and wanted to hear what you had to say.

“You can see there are some tulips in this one, like the red one up there in the corner. At this time, the Dutch economy was built on tulip prices, people made enormous fortunes speculating on that little flower’s worth. Until, one day, the bubble burst and people lost everything. I think some Dutch people even resorted to eating tulips!”

“That’s fascinating,” Din shook his head as he took in the information. “Something so beautiful, eventually causing so much pain.”

“Yeah…” you breathed.

“Sorry, that was a little depressing,” Din scoffed. “I didn’t mean for it to be.”

“No, it’s alright. Art isn’t created in a vacuum, right? I mean, there’s a story behind every painting. I think it can help you connect with them on a deeper level.”

“It certainly can…” Din agreed, taking another step towards you.

“Um, anyway, perhaps we can head to the modern section,” you blurted out as if wanting to maintain your distance, “I’d like to take advantage of being able to look at the impressionists without people wanting to do a photoshoot by Van Gogh’s sunflowers or Monet’s water lilies,” you offered.

Din nodded in agreement and noticed that this time, you did not take his hand. That nagging feeling of insecurity was slowly creeping into his gut and he did not remotely enjoy the sensation. Why did you seem to be holding back from him? Din could not understand it. Surely, you understood how attracted he was to you?

Din followed you as you practically marched through the museum to the more modern section, stopping only briefly to draw his attention to a Holbein painting called The Ambassadors. Din listened intently as you explained that it was one of the most famous paintings in the gallery. Although he much preferred nature, he could appreciate the details of the clothes and the captivating facial expressions, especially given the size of the canvas. Then, the two of you left the Renaissance wing and moved to where the Impressionists were situated.

Din had followed you closely as you strode purposefully towards the entire reason that Din had arranged a private evening in this museum in the first place. To the most famous piece in the gallery, the one that people from around the country and indeed, the world, travelled to see: Vincent Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Now, Din was standing next to you in quiet contemplation in front of the piece, trying to appreciate every inch and understand what drew you to it.

“I can see why you like it so much,” Din offered. “There’s just something about it that makes you not want to look away.”

“Right? I could stare at it for hours,” you replied. “And honestly, without any tourists here, I might well do that.”

Din huffed a laugh at that. Although he was quietly jealous of the way that you were gazing at the painting of a man who had died over a century ago. Din wanted, more than anything, for you to turn your head and gaze at him with as much reverence as you were looking at the sunflowers.

“It was worth pulling all the strings just to see you so happy,” Din smiled.

You turned your head at that, granting Din’s wish as you looked at him, eyes full of emotion. You opened your mouth as if to say something before subtly shaking your head and seemingly deciding against it.

“Thank you, Din. It means the world to be able to stand here in front of a painting I love so much…”

“Well, can you please tell me more about the sunflowers, my favourite tour guide?”

You shook your head and smiled before you launched into another mini-art history lecture. “It’s my favourite piece because I think most people only understand it on a very surface level, whereas I’ve always thought it was quite a sad piece. A lot of us associate the colour yellow and indeed the sunflowers themselves with happiness, but the story behind this painting is anything but happy,” you paused, looking at Din as if to confirm that he was still interested. Din nodded and you continued: “Vincent was friends with a painter called Paul Gauguin and invited him to come and stay with him in Arles, a city in Southern France because he aspired to set up an art colony. So, while he waited, Vincent spent his days painting the sunflowers, intending that the piece would decorate Gauguin’s room. But he didn’t come. As more and more time passed, it was clear that despite Vincent’s enthusiasm, Gauguin was not in any hurry to join him. That’s why you can see the sunflowers at the bottom are dying,” you explained as you gestured towards the wilted flowers at the bottom of the painting.

Din slowly nodded as he cast his eyes towards the sad sunflowers that he had never noticed before. It suddenly gave the painting a newer, more mournful meaning, a perfect mix of enthusiasm and melancholia that Din found strangely relatable and moving.

“There are a few different versions of the painting, where you can see the sunflowers in various stages of decay. It shows just how lonely he was, in real time. Gauguin did eventually come, but the two of them did not get along. Their frequent explosive rows caused Gauguin to eventually leave, a couple of days before Christmas. The entire experience contributed to Vincent’s declining mental state and he entered an asylum, where he spent most of the last year of his life…” you observed, voice quiet now. “I think it’s strange really, that such a famous painting can be viewed so many different ways and that most people do not know the entire story. A lot of people love Van Gogh, but few people truly understand him. And even fewer, I believe, would want to be associated with him if they lived at the same time as him. We like to think that things would be different now and oddballs like Vincent would be treated better, but I’m not so sure. I think we still live in a world where people who are different are treated terribly and anyone who shows any kind of otherness is ostracised for it. He was misunderstood in life and equally in death, too.”

“Wow…” Din breathed. He knew, of course, that he should have expected more than a surface-level assessment of the piece coming from you. But he was no less stunned by the beautiful words that came out of your mouth, the sentiment expressed and the way you seemingly cared so deeply for the world around you and all of the people in it.

“Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there…” you shook your head.

“Don’t apologise. You’re incredible,” Din reassured, beaming at you. His brown eyes widened in awe of the thoughts you had just shared with him.

The way you bit your lip, blushed and looked down slightly at the floor as if shy about the compliment Din had just paid you only made him all the more determined to shower you with compliments. He vowed that as long as you were in his life, he would not go a single day without complimenting you, without letting you know how incredible he found you.

“Um, I might just sit here for a bit and appreciate the paintings if you’d like to join,” you said, gesturing towards the bench that was just behind the two of you.

Din nodded and followed you to the bench, making sure that he sat close to you and pressed his body against yours. Din positioned himself so that your legs, arms and thighs were touching as you sat on the bench. He was not putting much weight on you, but it was an indication of how close he wanted to get you, and how attracted he felt to you. You were pulling him into your orbit, perhaps without realising it.

“It’s nice to be able to sit here and look at the paintings without a thousand tourists with their phones blocking your view. I mean, I know the sunflowers are the most popular but there is also the painting of the crabs here. I love the textures and colours. Plus that chair, it’s very much like those found in one of my other favourite Van Gogh paintings: The Bedroom. I think the detailing on it shows a….”

Din was well aware that he was not able to contribute to your ramblings, even if he had possessed the knowledge to. He was distracted by the warm weight of your body against his own, the way his pulse quickened just being in this proximity to you. His gaze flitted to your lips, looking so kissable in the shade of lipstick that perfectly complimented your outfit that you had chosen. Din was aware that you were still speaking about your love for the beautiful artworks before you, but your voice seemed distant somehow.

Din knew that if he did what he wanted to and joined his lips to yours there would be no going back. Once he kissed you, it was inevitable that he would dedicate his entire life to you. You had already shown so many traits that he was attracted to with your patience, intelligence and kindness. If his lips claimed yours in a kiss, it would be like crossing the Rubicon, a point of no return.

Din sat there, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that you had stopped speaking. It wasn’t until you shook your head and looked away that Din was aware that he had completely zoned out and given you the misguided impression that he was uninterested in what you had to say.

“Sorry, I was boring you,” you shook your head and averted your gaze, clearly feeling embarrassed. Din felt awful.

“Not at all!” Din exclaimed.

“I know I can go on too much, I’m sorry if I–”

But Din cut your ramblings off, mid-sentence.

“Truthfully, I was just thinking about how much I want to kiss you right now…” Din confessed.

“Then kiss me. I can’t wait much longer,” you breathed.

“Is that what you really want? I mean…”

“Din! If you don’t kiss me already, I’m going to scream!”

Din nodded nervously and brought his arm up as he leaned in. He cupped your jaw in his strong hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb and marvelling at how soft your skin was. He hadn’t even kissed you yet, and already his breaths were so shallow that he feared he might pass out. Din paused a few inches from your face, staring at your lips until you closed your eyes and closed the final distance between you, his eyes squeezing shut as your soft, warm lips touched his.

Din had kissed people before. He had relished the uniquely intimate connection that came from joining one’s lips to another’s. It was something that had always set his heart racing and made him feel light-headed from the momentousness of such an occasion. Kissing you, though, was a different prospect entirely. It was as though every nerve ending in his body was suddenly on fire. The sensation of your lips together, his hand leaving your cheek to cradle the back of your head as the kiss deepened threatened to unleash something feral in Din that he was sure would be entirely inappropriate for a building as beautiful as the National Gallery.

“Um, wow,” you breathed after Din pulled away from the kiss.

Din smirked and raised an eyebrow, pleased that you had seemingly had the same reaction to the kiss as him.

“That was incredible,” you added, confirming the fact.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Din confessed, biting his lip lightly.

“I think I’ve wanted you to for even longer…”

“I’m new to… all of this, dating, you know. I mean, since Grogu, I haven’t felt able to just drop everything and go on dates,” Din explained, clasping his hands together and playing with his fingers, a sign of the nervousness he felt when talking about this. “I just wanted you to know that. I really enjoy spending time with you. I haven’t felt like this for… well, a long time, to be honest. You’re incredibly special and important to me, already, and I would love to spend more time with you.”

“Oh, Din,” you exhaled. “I… I don’t know what to say. Of course, I want to spend more time with you. I’m not very good at this either, I feel like with dating I always come off either too strongly or completely uninterested. But that day when, um, when I saw you at the museum… I was so upset that you were probably going to turn out to be a total creep like every other man I’ve ever given a tour to, because you were so handsome. When you were a complete gentleman it made things much more complicated. I don’t know how I focused on the tour!”

“I would never have guessed, you did a phenomenal job,” Din praised.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “I would love to see you again, as soon as possible. I’m um… I’m free all weekend, if that’s convenient for you.”

“So am I,” Din smiled. “I was thinking after leaving the museum, we could go for a drink somewhere together, if you have any recommendations.”

“Sounds perfect,” you breathed.

Din leaned in for another kiss. Now that that particular barrier had been broken, he was going to make a point of stealing as many kisses from your lips as possible. As your soft lips moved against his and he cupped your cheeks with his hands, Din knew that kissing you like this was something he would never tire of. When you eventually pulled away for some much-needed air, Din leaned his forehead against yours and the two of you smiled shyly, giggling breathlessly as you relished your newfound closeness.

“I’m so lucky our paths crossed,” Din sighed.

For a moment, it was so easy to forget about how exactly your paths had first crossed. The fact that Din had seen you and began to feel things for you long before you ever knew it. Din felt a pang of guilt at the gravity of the secret he was keeping from you, but then he reminded himself of all the reasons this was important. Din had no doubts that you were an honourable, trustworthy person, but there was no way he could sacrifice the privacy and security of his son at this early stage. Din consoled himself in that moment by reminding himself that he had never knowingly lied to you. This was your first date, after all, he reminded himself to live in the moment and to stop thinking several steps ahead. One day, you would know the truth, one day.

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As Din gazed across the table at you, your elbow resting on the immaculate wooden surface and your hand cupping your chin slightly as you threw your head back in laughter, he was completely captivated by your effortless beauty. You were giggling at a memory Din was sharing of his time as a stuntman, albeit with the story attributed to a non-existent friend to avoid revealing that he worked in the film industry. The bar that you had found was underground and dimly lit, save for the lamps that sat on every table. It was modelled after a prohibition-era speakeasy and it was no surprise to Din that you had suggested it, given your passion for history.

After you had left the museum, Din and you held hands and walked briskly through the cooling London evening. It was still reasonably warm, mercifully summer had finally arrived but compared to the thin clothes that both of you had set out in, the temperature had significantly dropped. Luckily, the bar was well-heated despite being located underground. There was ambient jazz music playing and the buzz of people enjoying their Friday nights with prohibition-themed cocktails.

Din had swapped stories with you, the two of you learning more details about the others’ lives. Din found that he was surprisingly adept at obscuring the truth and removing key identifying features of his anecdotes. There was so much of his life, including the fact that he was a real Mandalorian, that he had to hide from you. But there was an equal amount that he could share, even if told from a slightly different perspective. Din loved hearing about your life too, your hopes, fears and dreams. He thought that you were one of the most interesting people that he had ever met, even if there was an occasional air of insecurity to you that he struggled to understand, given all of your talents.

Din smiled as he watched you stand up from the table and walk to the bathroom. You were still as stunning, even in the dim lights of the bar. His good mood did not last though when he pulled out his phone to pass the time in your absence and noticed, with a frown, that there was a new text from Jim.

Din’s heart sank when he read the message notification on his lockscreen:

Hi Din, Sorry for the late notice but you are needed on set tomorrow for pickups. Promise we will make it up to you next week. Jim

Din threw his head back and sighed. The promise of a free weekend, especially when he desperately needed one, had been cruelly snatched away from him. The vow that he had made to you in the museum that you would meet up again this weekend now looked set to be broken. It was not going to be the nicest end to a first date, to let you down due to a last-minute work commitment. Din sighed, showing his frustration over how unfair this all was.

His heart sank further when you returned from the bathroom and the first words out of your mouth were attempting to arrange another time to meet up this weekend.

“I was thinking tomorrow, maybe we could meet up at this park near me, perhaps you can bring Grogu?” You suggested after you slid into the booth opposite Din. “I think there’s a play area, he’d probably love it.”

“I’m so sorry to let you down like this… I can’t. My boss just texted me and told me that I’m needed at work tomorrow,” Din sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m so sorry, I really wanted to spend time with you.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you looked down dejectedly. “What about Sunday?”

“I think the disruption to Grogu’s routine of me going to work tomorrow will mean that I should probably spend the day with him on Sunday, to make sure that he’s alright,” Din replied apologetically. “Look, I’m so sorry about this. It’s not personal at all, but Grogu… he is my only priority. I have to do what’s best for him and an entire weekend of his routine being disrupted… it would be too much for him. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Din winced at the disappointment he saw in your eyes, at how despondent and let-down you looked. He knew that he would make it up to you, he was a man of his word. He only hoped that you would give him a chance to.

“Okay, Din,” you smiled weakly. “Um, look, I should probably start heading home soon before the tube stops running.”

“Well, I was thinking we could stay a little longer. You could get a ride home in the car with me if you’d like?”

“Thanks for the offer but I know my route back home and I’m happy to take it,” you replied and Din felt uneasy at how distant you suddenly seemed to be, as though you were withdrawing from him and retreating into your shell.

“Okay,” Din breathed. “Let me get the bill.”

Din hailed a waiter and paid for both of your drinks, on a company credit card, another perk of the job. Then the two of you slid out of the booth and made your way back up to street level, feeling rather like two moles that had just emerged from their holes after spending many months underground. Din was astonished that it was approaching midnight, all sense of time seemed to have vanished in the basement bar.

“I had a wonderful night with you,” Din said as he offered you his arm, which you took, looping your hand through his arm and resting your hand on his toned bicep. “I really am sorry about this weekend. Work said they will make it up to me, so I should be able to ensure that this does not happen again next weekend. Are you free then?

“I should be, yeah,” you smiled and Din felt relieved that your demeanour had lightened somewhat. “I was just a little shocked, it felt a little personal,”

“No, never,” Din said, stopping in the street and shaking his head definitively as he looked into your eyes, hoping that you sensed how much he had enjoyed your evening together. “I meant everything I said in the museum, you are incredibly important to me.”

Maybe it was the slight buzz from the alcohol, or maybe it was the way you were currently gazing at Din, but he suddenly felt a little lightheaded as you finally arrived outside the station.

“Thank you for this incredible evening, Din,” you smiled, as the two of you stood facing each other just outside the entrance to the tube station. “See you next weekend?”

“See you next weekend,” Din nodded. “I’ll text you in the week.”

Then, Din felt his pulse quicken as you closed the distance to him and pulled him into another kiss. It was more intimate this time, with your hands resting on his shoulders as his hands moved to the back of your head. The kiss was probably slightly more passionate than was appropriate for such a public place, but the cocktails and the intoxicating buzz that came from being around you meant that Din did not remotely care.

“Goodnight, Din,” you whispered against his lips after pulling away from the embrace, before turning and walking into the station.

Din stood there for a few minutes in your wake, fixed to the spot even after he had watched you disappear into the tube station. He could not bring himself to move, as though this spot where you had just kissed provided some tangible connection to you that lingered even after you were gone. Din wanted time to hurry up so that he could be in your presence again, knowing that the rest of the week would feel dull and unimaginative compared to the vibrant, inspiring few hours that he had just spent with you.

Din Djarin had often wondered what falling in love would feel like. He had long since given up on the hope that he would ever experience such an emotion.

Yet the butterflies in his stomach and smile that he still wore across his face, even after you were no longer at his side, suggested that he might just be on his way to finding out.

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Grief (Yamato & Takeru)

Disclaimer: This is a small piece of work that I wrote for the Takari Week that I could not post, but that I really enjoyed writing, so I decided to share! I love the family dynamics that we have in Digimon and everything about these two siblings’ relationship! Enjoy!

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“Dad as always is going to come home late.” Yamato said while putting a hand full of spaghetti pasta into the boiling water pot. “Is mom home?”

“I think by now she is. But she must be locked in the office writing some article for the newspapers. You know, the usual.”

“Those two have more in common than they would ever admit.”

“I guess you have a point.”

Takeru took a sip from the tin the Coca-Cola Yamato had given to him. “Maybe that is the reason why they are no longer together; they are too similar to stand each other.”

“It can be.” Yamato laughed a bit. “I am very proud of you for being able to talk about it so openly now. Not a long time ago you would dismiss the topic and pretend you didn’t hear my comment.”

“I’ve been making some progress. As time passed, I think I just accepted the fact that some things would never change, and I have been trying my best to heal from it the best way I can. Writing my feelings down help a lot.”

“I understand.” Yamato bent down and took out of a wood drawer a jar with the word 塩 (salt) written in hand, and another with the word 黒胡椒 (black pepper). “Your therapy is writing, mine is creating music. I would never admit it to them, but some songs I have wrote are inspired by them.”

“There is beauty in transforming pain into art. At least their story can be signified as such.”

“Exactly. You thought that line yourself?”

“I have been practicing.” Takeru smiled shyly noticing how Yamato observed his sentence.

“I can tell.” Yamato carefully put a pinch of salt and black pepper in the pot where the pasta was boiling. “You said you wanted to talk about something on the phone. What could it be?”

“Oh…that. Well, I think I may need some… dating advice.” Takeru said and felt a sudden urge to hide himself under the table out of shyness.

“What?” Yamato turned around quickly to face his brother with his mouth wide open. He was still holding the jars.” Who is it?”

“Ah…” Takeru looked away and started to tap his hand on the table insecurely. “Do you think Taichi is the jealous type of brother… or would he be ok if I…?”

“Taichi? No way!” Yamato quickly pulled the chair next to him and noisily sat down in front of Takeru. “There is no way you are dating Hikari!”

“Theoretically, I am not…Yet. I invited her for a date on Saturday… and she said yes.”

“I see…” Yamato was speechless. “I mean, congratulations! How… did that happened?

“It is a very long story. But the thing is, I have never been on a date before, I am kind of nervous. I don’t exactly know what to do, how to plan… “

“You never asked a girl out?” Yamato interrupted him.

“If I never told you, it's because it never happened.”

“Make sense.”

Yamato let the idea sink into his mind. Not that it wasn't something he had already imagined, or even discussed with Taichi himself. But they always joked about it, he was not prepared to face it in real life.

“So…” Takeru broke the silence. “You are going to help me…?”

“Let me… finish dinner first. A few minutes and I can answer you. Now I am too busy being surprised.” Yamato stood up and went turning off the pan.

Takeru rolled his eyes and kept drinking the Coca-Cola.

Yamato finished cooking in few minutes and served it, making slight jokes about the topic they were discussing before.

They expressed the typicalいただきます(itadakimasu) before anything else.

“Now that I am calmer.” Yamato started trying to look as serious as he could. “What happened? And please hide unnecessary details I don’t want to know.”

Takeru laughed at this and took a few seconds to summarize everything that have happened on this mind. It was still fresh and some things he would admit did not have processed yet. But one thing he was certain of: He could not be happier.

“You know, I have been receiving love letters from girls at school, and many of them confessed to me. I think I told you about this already.”

“Yes, I remember.” Yamato took the chopsticks and divided them, listening attentively.

“In the quickest way I can summarize this, another one was too much for us to keep pretending we did not care about it. Hikari distanced herself and it was unbearable for me. I knew it was hurting her, and we talked about it after class. And we kissed. I mean, I kissed her.”

“Basically, we two just needed a good excuse to stop playing dumb about how you feel about each other.”

“I can confirm that.” Takeru followed his brother in the previous act. Divided his chopstick as well.

“Well, I don’t think you need to do something incredibly complicated for your first date Takeru, really. Your friendship with her naturally evolved into love and I think you should keep things as light as possible. Without pressure, you know her since you were eight, just trust yourself and your feelings.”

“Oh wow, I never expected to hear it from you.” Takeru seemed kind of surprised.

“I know, I know. But after several years in a relationship, you start to think about things differently.”

“I can see it.”

“Just take care of her and your relationship properly. Everything will be ok.”

“I… don’t want to commit the same mistakes mom and dad committed you know.”

“They are a good example of not taking care of a relationship properly.” Yamato said with as much sincerity as he could. “Dad was never at home, and mom needed to work and take care of us alone most of the time. He was always too busy working. And she needed support. Not financially, but all the other kinds, and dad just let it go. They had a very deficient communication. All I can remember were they screaming their problems at each other, frustrated and confused.”

“I remember that too. And for some reason, I remember blaming myself for it, most of the time. I think dad never expected mom to actually… leave.”

“I felt that as well. I blamed myself not just for the screaming, but for the divorce. Mom just couldn’t take that anymore.”

“I don’t want to… be like them.”

“We are not our parents, Takeru.” Yamato smiled at him, reminding the time he started to date Sora, when he had the same mental dilemma Takeru was having.” We were there, we know what happened, and we have the tools to do differently. “

“I know.”

Takeru smiled sadly, trying to remove those dark days from the focus of his present-day memory. At least he knew that Yamato understood him and these waves of old grief feelings. It didn’t matter what happened in the past, if he now got the tools to create a better future. Yamato was right, he needed to trust his feelings, and trust Hikari. Trust that they were able to create a relationship with a solid base of love and respect. He was the one in charge of creating his own fate, and he chose her to be his other side of the mirror.

#digimon adventure 02 #digimon adventure last evolution kizuna #digimon adventure #hikari yagami #taichi yagami #digimon adventure tri #tk takaishi #takeru takaishi #kari kamiya #yamato ishida #hikarixtakeru #takari #takari fanfiction #takari week 2024 #digimon 02 #digimon #digimon fanfiction

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arcadekitten · 10 months

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Hey, so sorry to bug you but your games have inspired me to try making my own! I know you’ve used RPG maker for your games so, any advice or tips you can give to someone new to the program? And which would be better- MV or MZ? I’ve been given a lot of mixed results as to which is better

Again, so sorry for bugging you ^^

No need to be sorry!

I got started with RPGMaker following this tutorial [https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbrz-mAYklQkbKT28EtfJLCAUmPggEImw&si=R9ZBLVPD7sxCN0Nu]

The tutorial is for VX Ace, but RPGMaker is pretty functionally the same across different versions. Which brings me to your next question!

I have often heard from people "If you already have MV, stick with MV. If you don't have any version yet, get MZ."

I myself used MV for all my games until now and recently received MZ while it was on sale. They are both great programs and similar enough that you won't be missing out too much no matter what you go with.

It IS worth noting though that while MZ comes with some upgrades to the core engine that makes gamemaking a bit more streamlined, MV is still the version primarily used by the community at the moment and comes with a lot more forum-support and plug-ins to use in your projects.

I wish I could give a clearer answer about which you should go with, and I hope you can find a choice you're comfortable with soon! Regardless, I'm sure you'll make something great!

Good luck in your gamedev journey and have fun! ♡

#gamedev #ask

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sombrashe · 1 year

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Adam Stanheight x reader domestic fluff?

yes yes yes (✦‿‿✦)♡ I love Adam. I hope you enjoy anon ♡ I don't quite know what domestic bliss is exactly but I hope this is domestic and happy ending for you ♡♡♡

Adam had woken up hours ago, fear causing his limbs to shake as he panted and whined beside you. You felt exhaustion weighing your limbs down as you flicked your bedside light on. Fighting the urge to lay back down, you focused on finding the source of your awakening. Glancing to your side, you blink the sleep out of your eyes as they focus in on his twitching face. You're slow as you show him your hands.

"Adam, baby, wake up. I need you to wake up."

He's slow, but eventually, his eyes make their way to yours.

"Good, just like that. Come on."

Your hands are gentle as you feel around his face. Fingertips press into the curves of his cheeks, a sure sign way to help plant him back into the present. Next, you're shoving a pen messily between his fingers and watch as he slowly clicks and plays with it. Next was a pair of small cold marble figures he gave you as an anniversary present, a couple of cute cats you had your eye on for months. Finally, you allowed him the freedom to grab the next thing. He reaches for you, and you lean toward him. He goes for your hair and plays with the curls and frizz, manifesting as your sleep. You know it's soft, a solid contrast to the other items he was given. Soft and textured enough to pull his attention to now instead of then.

"You hear with me now, button?"

His voice is back because he sounds exhausted as he answers.

"Yeah... yeah. I'm good."

He forces himself to sit up entirely, and you cup his cheeks.

"Want a glass of water? Maybe do a face mask?"

His smile is soft and sad as he nods. You gently kiss him on the forehead and hand him an empty plastic cup.

"Mess with this a bit. I will be right back. I'm just going out to the kitchen."

You make sure your eye contact is firm as you speak. Slipping out of bed, you throw on a pair of baggy sweats hung off the back of your laundry chair. Next was the kitchen, and you wasted no time filling a plastic cup with a lid full of water. Slipping in a straw, you return to your shared bedroom. When you arrive, he looks alive. Turning his head, he smiles and thankfully gulps down the water.

"Adam! Slow down. You're going to make yourself sick."

You frown and fret over him as he heeds your advice and slows down, instead taking a moment to breathe between each gulp. Once he finished, you explained your plan.

"First, I'm thinking I brush your hair. Then a face mask and finally something I saw on one of those ASMR videos that I've been watching."

He's listening even if his eyes are far away and beside you.

"Did you want to come with me? See how I make the face mask?"

He doesn't speak. Instead, he slips out of the covers, the Pennsylvanian winter evident on the frosted windows. You quickly find him a shirt and shorts to change into, and he eagerly takes the articles. He pulls them on as he follows you back into the hallway. The bathroom is dim as you flip the switch.

"We need a new bulb."

He makes a noise in agreement and uses his height to search the bulb for an indication of the type. Leaving him to his own devices, you dig through his side of the sink. Finally, after picking through a layer of trash, you find his simple black hairbrush.

"Sit on the toilet."

He looks back at you, then your hand, before stepping over and onto the toilet lid. Making sure to stay gentle and not pull, you drag the bristles through his soft hair. After each brush stroke came your fingers as you took the chance to feel the silky strands. It only takes 3 minutes, and you're done.

"How was that? Did I pull a lot?"

He smiles back at you and shakes his head, "M' felt good."

He sounds tired again, and you feel triumphant spread throughout your chest. You give the top of his head a small kiss, black hair tickling the bottom of your nose. Removing yourself from him, you return to the sink, where you open the doors at the bottom. Pushing a few random products neither of you uses to the side, you find the small container of matcha. Straightening up, you kick the door closed and pack a few spoonfuls of powder into a small wooden bowl. As you mix the light green powder with a decent amount of water droplets, you check in with Adam.

"We ran out of orange peel powder, so I went with the Matcha tonight."

He gives you a lazy smile, "Awesome."

Turning away from the paste, you grab the fluffy headband off the door handle and gently push it over and onto Adam's head. His hair is sticking back, small spikes of black sticking up against the purple fluff. Satisfied, you start applying the mask onto his cheeks, sliding down; you cover his chin before getting more goop. Bringing it up, you smear it across his forehead and temples. Lastly, a tiny bit, and it's covering the bridge of his nose before slipping down and off the tip.

"All done! Wanna do me next?"

Your enthusiasm rubs off, and he gives you a giddy smile, "Fuck yeah. Love playing with this stuff."

He hops up and repeats your actions, sliding a green headband down your neck before affixing it to your hair. Raising your face towards him, he spends the next few moments smearing the mask across your skin until the bowl is empty.

"You look super hot, babe."

You stick your tongue out at him before hopping up and sliding next to him. Stepping behind you, he hugs your waist as you rinse the bowl and tool clean. Setting a timer, you spend the next ten minutes smearing matcha across each other's face. Once it goes off, you pull away with a sheepish look covering your face.

"Do you wanna rinse first?"

He shakes his head and takes a step back. You bend over, and after making sure the water is warm, you rinse the green covering your face. Halfway through your rinse, you hear Adam whistle and comment on your butt. Waving your hand mindlessly behind you, you connect with him weakly, slapping him across an area with exposed skin. He guffaws, and you finish rinsing your face. Allowing him access to the sink, you spend the time using a fluffy bath towel, bought on impulse only to find out they were hand towels, pats your skin dry. Handing Adam a dry towel akin to your own, you watch him wipe the towel down his face. Once finished, you interlink your fingers and guide him back to your shared room.

"Lay down. I want to try to trace your face."

He seems to light up at the idea and eagerly yanks off his clothes until he's left in his boxers. Sliding into bed, you follow suit opposite him and rest on your knees beside him. Using the tips of your nails, you gently scratch lines across his skin. Shapes and numbers stack atop one another as you move across his face. Tracing the slope of his nose, your finger rises over his dorsal bump before flicking off the tip of his nose. After a few more minutes of repeated actions and you hear a loud snore indicating his sleepiness.

"No way that worked, cute."

Giving his sleeping form a gentle kiss against the cheek, you snuggle beside him and fall asleep with a smile.

#saw #saw franchise #saw movies #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #adam x reader #mia writes

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windblume-wishes · 1 year

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So….I hate that you love to torture me with my simps and one of them is deuce..

I want a fluff request of GN! S/O giving Deuce a gift for his birthday which is chicks and a spade card with the adorable note for no reason. And then proceeded to kill him with kiss after the gift giving..

I am SOO gonna kill you BLUME!!!!

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣! 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥! ♡︎

Rose, I’m wounded! Kill little ol’ me? What have I EVER done you you?/j Well, no matter, I see you want some Deucey, eh? That can be arranged. What’s next, dearie? Some Rinne? Some HiMERU? Kufufufufu~!

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝙶𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖...

Deuce Spade x GN!S/O - Chicks And Kisses

You absolutely loved Deuce, he was your world as much as you were his- after all, he always said you reminded him of his mother who he loves deeply. When he says words like that how could you ever not like him? Simple, you could not and you would not. Now that it was to be his birthday soon, you had to give him something special- but what?

You sat at your bedroom desk and pondered about what to gift your boyfriend, it had to be something special, something sweet yet something simple. Deuce was never the sort of guy to go the extravagant route, he enjoyed simplicity as he himself is a very simple minded guy. You eventually came to the conclusion that you should ask his dorm mates, they had to know at least something, right?

“Oi, human! Where ya goin’?” Grim ran over to you with a huff, planting himself right on your feet so you could not move. “Ya ain’t leavin’ me! I know I ate your sandwich earlier but ya can’t stay mad!”

“Grim, I’m not mad, you silly cat! I’m just heading over to Heartslabyul to get some present ideas for Deuce, his birthday is soon.” You smile, bending down and picking your feline companion up and scratching behind his soft ears. “Could you be a good boy and watch over the dorm for me? You are on Guard Kitty duty!”

“So whatcha sayin’ is in officially the man of the house and I’m in charge! HAHA! Thank you, henchman! I’ll be sure to bring you a reward tonight!”

You froze, knowing full well it may yet again be another deceased mouse or bug. “Just as long as it’s not another dead bug or mouse…”

“Fnnggaaa! Fine!” He huffed and hopped out of your arms, leaving fur on your clothes. “I’ll be sure to bring ya a live mouse then!”

————

Asking about was more difficult than you had anticipated, every answer was vastly different from the last and you did not know how to pull off half of the outlandish responses you were given. Ace has proved himself useless saying that all Deuce would want is an A in a class for once in his life, the other roommates were also useless, claiming they really did not have a clue as to what to get him. Cater was not particularly the best at giving advice on what to give Deuce while Trey suggested that you simply bake him a recipe from his mum- no that would not do, especially considering that Deuce would know something is up the second you ask about a recipe his mum would make for him.

Back to square one indeed.

You sighed and began to stroll towards the Rose Garden Maze where you could hear faint laughter coming from the bushes- you knew that precious laugh, it was Deuce! You quietly hurried over to the noise and hid, watching him from a distance as he played with the hedgehogs and baby flamingos. You had never seen him so soft and gentle, holding hedgehogs with the upmost love and affection and petting the baby flamingos gently as they gave him their version of a kiss.

That’s it! What baby animal does Deuce have the most love for? Chickens! He loves little chicks! This should be an easy little present- all you had to do was talk to Riddle about allowing them in the dorm and then finding out how to get your hands on some unhatched eggs containing baby chicks.

Riddle approved of the chicks under the condition that Deuce takes care of them all the way that Deuce takes care of them and is responsible- of course, you knew that meant Deuce would try and be as attentive as humanly possible for the baby birds in his care. You took a trip to Sam’s shop and asked him about baby chickens for a present for Deuce, surprisingly he was able to order some just in time for Deuce’s special day.

—————

“Happy Birthday, Deuce!” You called out, running to him with a blindfold and a smile on your face. “I have a surprise for you, birthday boy!”

Deuce began to blush the second he saw you run up to him so happily, never once letting his goofy smile fade from his sweet face.

“Y-Y/N, thank you! U-um what’s with the blindfold…? There’s no piñata is there? I did not see one so…?”

“No, no there is not!” You giggle. “Now come and put this on, I have a special surprise for you!”

Deuce did as he was told, the rest of Heartslabyul staring at him knowing full well what the surprise was and how happy it would make him. They watched in anticipation as you tied the blindfold carefully around his eyes and lead him out to the Heartslabyul gardens, where the baby chicks were waiting for him with Ace. You remove the blindfold and immediately Deuce fell to his knees in surprise, letting out tears of happiness as Ace releases the chicks who immediately run to him.

“Hello, little ones! Oh hello! Y-Y/N did you do this?” He smiled as tears fell from his blue eyes as you nodded. “Thank you! This- This is the best day of my life! I’m now a chicken daddy!”

“Happy birthday, Sweet Deucey! I love you!”

—————

*Later that day…*

Deuce picked up his phone and called his mum, the phone immediately answered and the cheerful voice of Ms. Spade immediately spoke up.

“Hello sweetie! Happy birthday!”

“Mummy! Mummy, guess what!” Deuce exclaimed excitedly.

“What, baby boy? What’s going on?” She asked happily, genuinely curious as to what got her son into such a excited mood.

“Mummy, I’m now a father!”

“D-Deuce…?! I’m sorry, love, what d-did you say?!”

“I’m a father now! Guess that makes you a grandmum now!”

Ms. Spade felt her soul leave her body at that very moment…

#windblume writes #twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade and his mum #twst deuce #deuce twisted wonderland #deuce twst #disney fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction

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dralione · 2 months

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his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room (in my wildest dreams) | one

Summary: Draco finds his fellow Eighth Year Head, Hermione, reading terribly archaic sex advice, which he can't abide, so he offers hands-on tutoring instead. Totally all for her and not because of his crush on her, of course.

Rating: M (smut) ♡ WC: ~3k ♡ Ao3

He came across her in the library, as usual. She hadn’t been in her room, so he figured she’d be here. He’d just completed his rounds, it was past curfew, and no one else was around. It was the perfect time.

“Granger.”

“Oh, Malfoy.” She raised her head from her book with a start, a light pink stealing across her cheeks as she realised he was standing in front of her.

“What are you reading this late?” He snatched the book from her hands, flipping to the title page interestedly. Just because the War was behind them and they were on decent terms now that he’d apologised and grown more than a few inches of character didn’t mean he couldn’t still irritate her. Wasn’t that what friends did? She’d been particularly adamant about befriending him and the rest of the Slytherins as well this year, for reasons he couldn’t possibly fathom and had given up trying to understand, so really, she’d brought it upon herself.

“Ooh, Hermione Granger is reading erotica!” he gasped sarcastically, covering up the fact that he was actually surprised.

“Give that back!” she grabbed for the book, but he had almost a foot on her and easily held it out of her reach.

“Ask nicely, Granger,” he tutted, flipping through the pages. “Let’s see, what scandalous scenes have you been reading about?”

“Please give my book back, Malfoy,” she forced out, holding her hand out.

He considered it. “Hm…no.”

“Malfoy!”

He thought it was funny that she forgot she was a witch and could use a myriad of spells to get it back. Skimming the content of the miserably inaccurate book, he lowered it slightly and gave her an aggrieved look. “Please tell me you read this to laugh at it and not because it gets you off,” he said. “This is miserably inaccurate.”

The pink became a lovely shade of rose at his mention of ‘getting off’. “My reading habits are none of your business. I’m an adult and can read what I like for reasons I have no need to explain to you.”

“Do it anyway,” he encouraged her. “I’ll give it back if you tell me why you’re reading this.”

She huffed and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up, as she considered his words. They’d lived in the Head Dorms together for months by now, and she knew how stubborn and petty he could be. He could see her brain working the pros and cons of answering versus hexing him and stealing her book back.

“I read it because I was curious about sex, okay?”

He stared at her, letting his hand drop enough that she darted forward and retrieved it, holding it to her chest protectively as she glared warningly up at him.

“You…were curious…about sex?”

“Yes, and what about it?” she snapped.

“Surely you’ve shagged someone by now, Granger. Weasley? Krum? Potter? Some Muggle?”

“No, I haven’t. I was too busy with school and fighting a war and didn’t have the brainspace to care about shagging some bloke when I didn’t even know if I’d survive the next year. I didn’t want to just lose my virginity in some meaningless shag and have it be over with. I wanted a connection, a friendship at the very least, someone I was comfortable being my naked, most authentic self with.” She tilted her chin up at him proudly. “I have scars and wounds and baggage, and I’d be bringing all that with me into bed.”

“I have a big bed,” was what Draco heard himself say in dawning horror. What did he just imply?!

She stared at him. He stared back. “Malfoy, what are you…”

Some of her Gryffindor courage must have rubbed off on him some time in the last few months, because he simply took a deep breath and said, “I’m offering to teach you how to shag. Properly. So you don’t traumatise some bloke when you follow terrible ancient advice.”

She stared at him even harder, and he half expected a repeat of third year’s assault, but instead, her shoulders dropped and she let out a breath. “Fine. Teach me how to have sex, O Sex God of Slytherin.”

He dropped his head back on his shoulders. “Never call me that again.”

She smirked. “No promises.”

-`♡´-

The walk back to their dorms was quiet. Draco wouldn’t have been surprised if she had told him she’d changed her mind when they entered the shared living space, but she didn’t. She simply stepped out of her shoes, tossed her jumper over the back of the chair closest to the door, and stated her terms and conditions.

“One rule: no kissing.”

“No kissing?”

“No kissing. I may be letting you teach me how to…do everything else…but I draw the line at you kissing me.”

“Ouch, Granger. You really know how to make a man feel wanted,” he laid a hand across his chest.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning towards her room. “Are you coming?”

“Be there in a second, Granger. Go ahead and get comfy.” He watched her ascend the stairs to the bedrooms, her hips swaying and a hint of the shadow of her arse revealed by her pyjama shorts.

Shaking his head in disbelief at what he was about to do, he collected his sanity in the minute he was away from her distracting influence, along with a glass of water.

She was waiting on her bed when he knocked and entered her room, sheets and quilt kicked down around her knees. Her curls were spread around the pillows she leant against, one hand resting on her stomach and the other fiddling her wand between her fingers.

He placed the glass on the nightstand on the side of the bed he stood by. “May I join you?”

She nodded.

He climbed on and knelt in front of her, knowing the moonlight coming through the curtainless window would be enough to see each other clearly. “Granger, from now on, you listen to me, okay? If I ask you something, you respond verbally, even if it’s just a yes or a no. If you want to stop at any time, just say stop, or if you want a break, say pause. Those will be your safewords. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she nodded, then bit her lip to stop from saying more.

He gently tugged it out from under her teeth, his thumb feeling the smoothness of her lips and making him wish he could taste them. He hated her rule. Surely she could have come up with something better than that to be the hill she died on to pretend she had control and knew what she was doing?

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he ordered softly. “I want to hear everything you’re thinking and feeling tonight. This works best with communication; instincts only get you so far.”

“I thought it was only really kinky stuff that needed safewords,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Everyone needs a safeword, Granger,” he explained patiently. “Even if it’s the most vanilla stuff out there. ‘Stop’ is the same as ‘red’ or ‘Quidditch’ or whatever other safeword you pick. If you’d feel safer with some other words, then pick one. But your instincts will tell you to say ‘stop’ if you feel uncomfortable, so I figured we’d keep it simple since you’ll be busy learning and feeling new things.”

“Oh. That makes sense. Sorry, I’m just a little nervous,” she admitted, her wand now flicking through both hands’ fingers.

“That’s perfectly understandable. If you have any more questions, just ask. It’s why we’re doing this, after all. And I want you to be comfortable.”

“You’re surprisingly…considerate? Responsible? About this,” she told him.

He was sure he looked a little offended. “I take my partners’ safety and comfortability seriously,” he informed her. “Surely you knew that on some level if you asked me to do this.”

She shifted a little, eyes trained on her wand. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound…like that. It’s just…a new angle I’m seeing you from.”

“I understand.” He gripped her chin in his hand, tilting it up to face him. “But I have one more rule I’d like you to follow. Keep your eyes on me when I’m facing you. I can tell a lot about you from your eyes, and I’ve got a lot on the line here, okay? What if you don’t look at me and I mess something up and then scar you from sex for life?”

A small giggle escaped her and she rolled her eyes, a little more fondly this time. “Got it. And I’m sure that won’t happen…you’re already doing a wonderful job of reassuring me.”

He was mildly surprised that a) she was feeling that and b) she admitted it to his face, but he was glad she did. It calmed the few nerves he’d revealed to her through his joke.

“Thank you for saying that, Granger,” he said, releasing her chin. “Alright, since you’ve nixed snogging, that means I’ve got to get creative with starting my foreplay. How about…” he considered her for a second, the moonlight highlighting her blush as he casually mentioned sexual acts. What a sweet little ingenue.

“Can I sit behind you?”

She nodded, then caught herself, moving out of the way. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he tried, watching as the blush deepened. Ha, he knew she had a praise kink. He wondered how many of his other speculations would turn out to be correct, though some would take another several sessions to work up to…he hoped she allowed him to get that far.

Propping the pillows behind him, he relaxed, then patted his spread legs. “Come sit against me, nice and close. Just get comfy, okay?”

“Okay.” She crawled back onto her bed, scooching back until her butt was flush against his crotch and her back rested on his chest. He silently spat out the curls that attempted to make their way into his mouth and choke him (he was into giving, not receiving) and moved her hair to one side.

“Comfy? Good. Now, just relax. Don’t worry about anything that may or may not happen tonight. Just focus on my touches in the here and now, okay?”

“Alright.” She shifted a little more, a bit of tenseness escaping her.

Good. He’d have to start slow. Bringing his hands to hers, he slowly fitted his fingers between hers, getting her used to his touch on a non-private body part. Her hands were much smaller than his, her fingers on the shorter side, and what he thought was slightly warmer than normal.

Slowly he began dragging their twined hands up and down her arms, light touches, just to get her used to him.

“You’re doing so well. Just keep relaxing, focusing on me. I’m going to let go of your hands now and touch the rest of your body, okay? You tell me when something feels good. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Draco,” she nodded, and fuck if that didn’t make him a little harder, hearing her soft voice saying his name like that.

“Good girl.” He freed their hands and let one slowly slide across her belly while the other moved up to her neck, his forearm fitting between her breasts. He didn’t wrap his fingers around her neck, although he wanted to, instead sticking to light strokes along her neck.

“Can I kiss your body?” He leaned forward, asking into her ear.

“Okay,” she agreed. “I like your voice in my ear.”

“Good girl, telling me what you like,” he purred, punctuating his praise with a soft kiss where her neck met her shoulder. The hand across her stomach moved slowly upward, brushing the bottom of her breast.

“Oh,” she said softly, tensing a little then relaxing.

He tried a little more pressure, and she made the noise again. “Was that better, or did you prefer the lighter touches?”

“Hm, do it again.”

He acquiesced, repeating his motions on both breasts, just to be sure.

“I’m not sure, I like them both.”

“That’s good.” He left a short trail of kisses up her neck to her ear. “Can you feel yourself becoming aroused, Granger?”

A little intake of breath as he closed his teeth gently around her earlobe. “Yes.”

“Good.” The pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, and he felt her toes twitch. Smirking to himself, he did it again. Trailing his fingers down her neck to her other breast, he gently lifted them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

“Will you let me take your top off?”

In answer, her hands shot to the hem of her shirt, but he closed his over hers, tutting at her. “Words, Granger, and also I asked if I could take it off, not if you could.”

He could feel her rolling her eyes, but she stayed surprisingly free of snarky remarks.

“Yes, you may take my top off.”

“Good girl.”

She leaned forwards a little, letting him slide her tank top over her head easily, then settling back against his chest.

Draco thanked everything that he was tall enough that he could see over Granger’s shoulder and take in the wondrous view of her tits in all their glory. Cupping them in his hands again, he resumed his light, teasing touches, continuing until he felt Granger getting antsy.

“Ready for more?”

“Yes!”

He covered a chuckle at her exuberant answer, gently pinching her nipples with one hand while the other snaked down to her shorts and pants. It easily made its way under the elastic bands, feeling the short trimmed curls above her cunt.

His middle finger parted her folds, feeling her wetness, causing him to stifle a groan in her curls. She stiffened at the new feeling but relaxed almost immediately. He still decided to check in. Better safe than sorry.

“Doing alright, Granger? You can stop any time…”

“No. I want this. It’s just…new.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind that’s fine.”

She huffed and settled into him even further. He was a little surprised she hadn’t said anything about what was surely pressing into her perfect arse, but shrugged the thought away and continued his explorations. His ring and index finger kept her folds parted as his middle finger explored, feeling gently around as he made a mental layout of her cunt. It slid down to her hole, gently prodding before moving back up to find her clit. Still not quite ready for penetration, although he was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was.

He felt a ridge that he was pretty sure was her clit…oh yeah there it was, based on the way her thighs and stomach suddenly clenched. “That feel good, Granger?”

“Yeah,” she sighed out. “Keep doing that.”

He experimented with different pressures and speeds as he circled her clit, finding what made her most responsive. Suddenly she stiffened, muscles clenching, throwing her head back onto his shoulder. “Oh yeah, right there, Draco!”

He kept up his movements, feeling unbearably smug at how wound up she was getting, He couldn’t wait to see her break. Just a little more…and there she went, tipping over the edge with a cry of his name, her thighs clenching around his wrist and her abs trembling under his forearm. He pulled his fingers out of her knickers after a few more seconds, loath to let her go after seeing her come like that, but not wanting to overstimulate her.

He rubbed soothing circles on her stomach as her breathing evened out and her muscles stopped twitching. “You did such a good job, Granger, what a good girl.” He kissed her neck. “You were spectacular.”

She let out a long breath of air. “That was…”

His smugness increased as she was rendered incapable of completing her sentences. “That was great, Granger. Do you want to stop for the night?”

“Stop for the night?” she repeated.

He nodded. “Yeah. If you’re too tired or overwhelmed, we could continue another night…if you wanted?”

She traced his hand lying on her stomach with a fingertip. “You’d show me again?”

“Yeah, why not? I wouldn’t mind making you come again, you were bloody ravishing.”

“O-oh. Well…if you’re offering…I wouldn’t mind doing this again…and maybe a little more? I am a little tired right now, though…”

“Alright. We can talk about it later then. So you’re happy with how tonight went?”

“Yeah, I am. That orgasm was…I hate to say it lest you explode from your ego expanding too much, but it was earth-shattering.”

He physically could not stop the smirk that spread across his face. “I aim to please.” He slid out of the bed after a few more minutes of cuddles, feeling her shiver as the cool air blew against her exposed skin. Picking up the discarded top, he held it over her head.. “Arms up.”

She looked at him bewildered, but raised them anyway. He tugged her sleep shirt on and gently pushed her back against the pillows, handing her the glass of water from her nightstand. “Sleep well, Granger. Don’t forget to pee.”

“Good night, Malfoy, and…thank you.”

As soon as he closed her door behind him his hand was down his sweats. He barely made it past a minute when he came all over his hand, her name on his lips behind a Silencio.

{two}

#dramione #dramione fic

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Blue and rosa (separately) having a s/o that has a team of fairy types? I really love fairy types there so cute and deadly at the same time (also can s/o's ace be a sylveon?)

i have had many asks about the main actual canon pokemon characters tht rnt pokepasta ones rotting in my inbox and i feel so bad so im gunna answer this one . I am so sorry anon. probably the last thing i'll write for today

Anyways also writing this finally bc rosa is my bbg ( i used to identify with her whenever i imagined myself in my head... and shes my favorite protag ) and i need to write for her it is a primal need!!! ive been playin thru bw2 slowly as well . . . anyways.

blue / rosa with a fairy specialist s/o who's ace is a sylveon!

BLUE

♡ you likely met him at the battle tree in alola to test your teams mettle, and regardless of how the outcome turned out, he was very intrigued by how you fought and talked to you a little after it.

♡ blue definitely knows fairy types exist, but he's like, never used a fairy type in his life whatsoever. he barely knows much about them.

♡ this is why when you battled him he probably had no clue what to do for type matchups and whatnot. Woops. ok maybe "no clue" is a little rough, he's definitely at least encountered a few fairy types, but he is very. Not knowledgeable about them regardless.

♡ once he learns their weaknesses and strengths ( courtesy of you, probably ), he finds it really interesting and also funny. tiny little fairy pokemon are supereffective against dragon???? and fighting?? and dark????? and only has two types its weak to????? damn. maybe he should think about training a fairy type, but none of them really fit his vibe. ...although, alolan ninetails looks nice, even if he always does prefer arcanine. unfortunately, there is no fairy-type arcanine, and he'd never replace his own anyways.

♡ he might also get an alolan sandslash as a counter to fairy types LMAO ( he also has owned a sandslash before, but doesn't use it as often anymore... so it's a nice reminder. )

♡ he respects your commitment to the type regardless. not his cup of tea - the type, and committing to one type like gym leaders, some trainers, and sometimes champions do - but it's really interesting to see how you fight with your team.

♡ and the sylveon too... he's never seen one'a those. heard of it, but never seen one. he's fond of the eeveelutions, and is also similarly fond of your sylveon. gives it little pets and scritches sometimes if he's walking past it. yours is a real competent fighter and also an eeveelution, so he likes it by default. plus apparently, sylveon only evolves when given proper affection, which is proof of you two's bond.

♡ when you two properly become a thing - likely from him constantly asking you to talk and hang out with him and him covering up wanting to hang out as "getting advice" from you for fairy types - he starts to learn a lot more about fairy types, since he sorta has to, being your boyfriend and all - he can't let you down with his knowledge. he's also been training some pokemon to counter your fairy types when you two battle, even though only really one of his own pokemon on his main team is susceptible to fairy types. he also did probably get that alolan ninetails, courtesy of you breeding one for him or him just finding one on his own.

♡ fairy types are very affectionate and he gets used to this very quickly - if any of your 'mons are out when he comes to your place, they'll usually rush to see him and nuzzle him. it's very cute and funny to you.

♡ you two's pokemon also lightheartedly play with each other a little, and the clashing aesthetics are really funny. his machamp playing with a slurpuff or something like that is very very funny to watch.

♡ despite the pretty opposite vibes you two ( probably ) have, you get along fairly well. even though blue is blue, so he's obviously gunna tease you and irritate you on purpose sometimes. you seem to respond well to it, though.

♡ regardless of how he acts though, he wouldn't trade you for the world, and it's very clear. he's very happy with you :D

( sorry the relationship side is lacking i entirely didn't read the s/o part in this ask for a hot minute so these r last minute additions WOOPS )

ROSA

♡ rosa is also a fairy type specialist in part! not like, entirely i'd think. so ig she's not a specialist, but yknow! she's the champion of unova in current day ( along with being a famous actor and celebrity of sorts and whatnot, similar to diantha a little ), and champions usually don't have 100% consistent teams, but do usually have one or more focused types, and fairy is one of hers, along with psychic and normal. and also grass if you really wanna stretch that having two grass types means its a more focused type in her team, which technically, but not as much as the other 3.

♡ for reference, the two teams ive made for her are serperior, meloetta, flaaffy/ampharos, audino, musharna, and weavile.

while the second team is alcremie, diancie, sylveon, shiny braixen/delphox, indeedee, and a shiny lilligant. which there are at least 3 fairy types in there and also 3 normal or psychic types. she travels the world a lot which is why she has pokemon from diff regions, for the record

♡ anyways into the actual headcanons i just wanted to get ppl to know my Current Day rosa hcs and ideas a little more for some better grasp on her

♡ since rosa herself has a sylveon, she finds you having one very endearing and cute! maybe the two of you met because she was walking with hers and yours sensed another sylveon and rushed to meet hers?

♡ regardless, she's very endeared to all of your fairy types - she's never seen every fairy type, since they aren't very common in unova at all, only 3 unovan pokemon having the type and one of those only being a mega pokemon, and the other being two pokemon from the same evolutionary line ... along with the fact that the whimsicott line used to just be acknowledged as a grass type before fairy type was a new discovery.

♡ but she's fallen in love with the fairy types she's seen in kalos when she went there for a vacation and even caught a couple! she thinks they're extremely cute and fun, and also POWERHOUSES. which is something she loves - cute or elegant pokemon that can wreck shop, especially cuz' people underestimate them.

♡ happy to give any and all of your fairy types attention and pets. if you'd like, you can certainly ramble to her about all of them and she'll be happy to listen - she always loves listening about how people's pokemon act and how they caught them... things like that. she'll also get easily excited and impressed by any fairy types you show her that she's never seen!

♡ she'll be happy to have casual battles with you and your fairy types sometimes - there's no big seriousness to it though, mostly just having fun. if it were an official champion battle she'd probably be trying her hardest to kick your ass, but since it's just for fun she doesn't care about bringing her 100% A game to it.

♡ regardless of who wins, the two of you are just laughing and heading back to a pokemon center, and afterwards all of your team get some much-needed treats and pets after the battle.

♡ you two do end up hanging out casually and for fun a lot like this, and after a particularly nice hang out at the ferris wheel in nimbasa city, one of you two confesses and then start dating, i'd like to think. all because you two's sylveons met on a fateful day...

♡ she's very happy with you, and loves battling casually or just hanging out with you two's pokemon. your teams get along very well with hers, and she gets along very well with you too. it comes very naturally.

♡ will invite you to her vacations/business trips to other regions if you wanna come with! she specifically loves kalos, but galar and sinnoh are also places she likes to visit from time-to-time... galar also has a bunch of cute fairy pokemon that you two can catch and look at! she got her alcremie and indeedee from there, after all. indeedee's remind her of audino, too...

♡ spoils your sylveon absolutely rotten, and it can't get enough of it. honestly it'd probably be funny if your sylveon started to like her more than you. or at least acted like it. and her sylveon would probably be the same but with preferring you LMAO. the sylveons both probably get a little jealous of eachother sometimes, but nothing serious.

♡ have fun with your celebrity gf because she loves you unconditionally and Will give you little kisses on the nose by the way and listen to anything you want to talk about.

#wispy writes #blue x reader #blue oak x reader #rosa x reader #i probably shouldnt tag gary since gary is like anime specific so im not tagging it as that sorry gary truthers

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perilus · 7 months

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Hey Tina, hope you're doing well :)

I don't usually do this, but I thought I'd ask for your opinion given the fact that we're of similar age and you seem really smart :)

So I'm turning 23 in 2 weeks and I feel.. stuck

I feel like I can't separate myself from my family (who aren't very supportive haha) and subsequently, I feel an intense need to leave and be independent. But I can't grow in the things that I love because I feel like a song as I don't do what they want me to do, then I'm not entitled to the things I want to do. Besides that, I suffer from anxiety and depression, and I just can't bring myself to develop in any way.

I feel like I'm stuck in my own little dream world that I created, and the biggest problem is that you don't want to leave. I wonder if you have ever been in a similar situation or if you just have any advice

Thank you either way (even if you don't have time to answer ♡ I know it's kind of a heavy question)

Lots of love♡ stay safe :)

Hey :)

I’m not usually this vulnerable/open about my personal life online either, but:

Funny enough, (hardly funny at all actually), I am in the exact situation as you are 😭. My family is not supportive of my growth at all. They don’t know much about my dreams, and what they do know, they use against me. They reduce my interests in things like literature and music to signs of immaturity and lack of real discipline. What my family wants is obedience. They care about me as a daughter, but do not care about me as a person. At all. I cannot be my full self around them. I cannot share my dreams with them. I have learned to avoid sharing myself with them, to keep them from gaining more ammunition to use on me when they want to belittle me, call me unrealistic and incapable, punish me for being some way that disagrees with them, etc. They definitely do not know about my blogs/vlogs, haha. I feel like I’m more myself here than in everyday life.

I feel stuck too. All I can do is develop my mind in my free time through literature and media I find online, at night when I’m finally alone and no one expects anything from me. I suppose if I had any advice it would be to stay curious, keep learning, and keep discovering the things you like and want.

It’s hard. You love them, you want them to love you, you’ve done so much for their approval but they’re never really satisfied, you’ve never done enough, maybe you have a sibling who is half as disciplined as you are yet is effortlessly favored whereas you are not, despite having put in twice as much effort for that approval they so effortlessly receive 🙄😔. They might have more freedom than you do, because maybe you were born as a gender you cannot control, and despite how smart you might be, you cannot control that they will only ever see you as a woman, who should perform the “female” duties of the house, stay at home, work remotely, whereas your sibling is conveniently male, granting him freedom that you can’t have, because he does not have the responsibilities that were forced on you. By “you” I meant me. Yet, I don’t want to sever myself from my family, they are all I have. Ugh. Anyway, I have to help take care of my family because they’re the only people I have, but it inhibits me from growing. It’s such a confusing place to be in. And depressing and unfair and it makes me feel so so alone. I know I said in a previous Q&A that you should leave the people who don’t appreciate you at your most authentic, but in the case of family, it’s a bit different. It’s complicated.

I really wish I was in a position to give advice on this. I need it too.

But, I hope a window opens up for you soon; some opportunity to help you out of where you are in life, if that’s what you dream about. If that opportunity takes a while, I hope things aren’t too hard on you in the meantime. I see you, you’re not alone.

Much love,

Tina

#tina e answers

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dead-boys-club · 2 years

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[ phone draft things ♡ old request bc everyone who requests them likes to see them in pain, apparently ; kokonoi, inui ]

A sunflower.

The day you turned sixteen, a small, beautifully colored sunflower bloomed on the crease of your wrist. You remember the ache it brought you, looking over at Hajime who had also been waiting and you hated it, hated what you got and the world you lived in; your boyfriend wasn't even your soulmate. He was too scared to look for his, afraid of the same reason but when he looked up, he could see by your expression that it didn't look too good.

'What.. did you get?' You asked, clinging to that little bit of hope you had. You'd grown up with Hajime and honestly, a sunflower would have never come to mind for him. He looked around so he could answer, even having you check places he couldn't see, only to chuckle weakly.

'I didn't get one.'

You didn't know what was worse: the fact the world had given you someone you didn't know or the fact the boy you loved was fated, by the world's cruel game, to be alone. He smiled and shrugged, trying to hide how upset he was at the discovery. 'What about you?'

Holding your hand out, you mumbled; 'A sunflower.'

He traced it with his fingertips, the smile falling from his lips and his expression turning rather neutral. You didn't know what to do but your heart ached. 'But! But.. that doesn't matter! I love you. A silly little mark can't change that.' You nodded firmly and turned your arm, taking his hand, 'I don't know who it belongs to but it'll always be you.'

It seemed to brighten him a little but he was holding onto the doubt, insecurities growing rapidly in the back of his mind. Besides, you'd heard stories about people not being with their soulmates. You did your best to be optimistic, squeezing the raven's hand. If only you knew the thoughts blooming in your boyfriend's mind.

'Guess you got your marks,' interrupted a familiar voice and you looked up to see Seishu settling down at the table, dropping his chin into his palm. 'You don't look too happy.'

Hajime just shrugged and you frowned, giving the blind a pointed, disapproving look. 'What about you? What did you get?'

He shrugged slightly. 'Had a friend cover it up without finding it. I don't really care to know.. it'll just be annoying.' He had a point and maybe you should do the same, just cover it and forget it. You took the bit of advice and searched through your bag for the first aid kit you always carried along.

Upon finding it, you dug around and eventually placed a bandage over the mark, content that it was now hidden. 'There. It's like it doesn't even exist now. Come on! Why don't we go get something for lunch, huh? My treat.'

Seishu hummed and just got up, waiting for you both. Hajime hesitated but got up, holding onto your hand a little tighter than usual. 'Yeah, let's.. get some food. Maybe it'll get rid of all of this.' He offered a small smile, falling into step towards your usual place. You really wished there was something you could do.

Staring ahead of you at the door, you spaced out entirely, even as it opened to two familiar faces walking in. Hajime and Seishu shed their uniform coats as they came in, stopping to look at you with rather concerned expressions. 'Everything okay?' Your boyfriend questioned, eyebrow going up as he moved to settle beside you.

'Huh? Oh! Yeah, just spaced out,' you chuckled, closing your book and setting it aside, watching the way the blond made sure the uniform wasn't going to wrinkle. However, it was while looking at him that you saw it, the mark he'd gotten on his birthday. Hajime, still being concerned about the state they found you in, followed your gaze and before you could somehow stop him, he saw it.

'What..?' Was all he really managed to say as he got back to his feet, eyes widened and expression showing nothing but shock. It melted away into that same heartbroken face you'd seen the day he learned he didn't have a mark. 'No.. no, it's not..? It's not..' he couldn't manage to get out a full sentence, hardly able to comprehend what he just learned.

Turning around and looking between you, Seishu was visibly confused. 'What? What happened?'

You just looked down, hand over your wrist and trying to figure out a way to make it better but would anything really work?

'Your mark, Seishu.' Hajime had his hands curled into fists, trying to settle himself down. He didn't know if he wanted to curse him out or cry or just pretend he didn't see it. 'Your fucking mark. Did you know?'

The question made you curious but why did it matter? Seishu said he kept it covered because he didn't care. That wasn't really uncharacteristic of him, so why was it suddenly coming up. That was, until the blond let out a sigh.

'Didn't at first because I really didn't want to know,' he answered, shrugging, 'when I realized what is was, I kept it covered for your sake. It's not like I asked for it. It doesn't matter.' His hand raised to offer a dismissive wave but that wasn't the end of it.

Hajime broke down slightly at the words, no longer able to hold back the tears that threatened his waterline. 'So? Does it really not matter? Or, are you saying that for my sake, too?'

You stayed quiet, watching the two and hoping it didn't end up in an actual fight. Seishu shifted awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, no doubt debating on his answer. In the end, he decided to be honest and quite frankly, you wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

'It still doesn't matter. I don't care what a mark has to say. I liked Y/n before I got this stupid thing.'

You wanted the world to open up and swallow you whole hearing the confession and Hajime, well, that was the final straw for him. He shook his head and left the room, roughly pushing past the person considered his best friend. Seishu nor you moved, staying in silence and wondering just how things would go from that moment on. Had you just lost your relationship because of fate's cruelty? Had Seishu lost his best friend? Your own tears began to fall as you thought, pulling your knees close to your chest. Eventually, Seishu left the room.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #kokonoi imagines #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi x reader #inui #seishu inui #inui x reader #inupi #inupi x reader #tokyo revengers hc

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geyikligece · 10 months

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thanks for answering my question! i genuinely don't think something can be a sin without it being clearly stated as a sin, so all the so called analogies between "homosexuality" and "zina" doesn't exist in the Quran, therefore invalid. i struggle to understand why would God condemn love? why would it only be okay for heterosexual to be in a relationship and have sex, but not homosexuals? are we less than them? but he created us this way. so "just don't act upon it" is illogical to me. we would surely know if the Prophet punished anyone as well, since the homophobes would surely not miss that!! 😊 love is the most beautiful thing and it is given to us by Allah, so it cannot be a sin. i also don't really see the connection between zina and homosexuality. sex before marriage is haram so that lineages don't mix and people have a clear relationship between each other. with that being said, this could mean homosexuals do not need to get married, and they can have sex with content. or if their country legalized same sex marriage they would first get married. i have also read about how there were cases that allowed same sex intercourses within the islamic law in the past. since Quran talks about heterosexual relationships because they are the majority, we cannot really know what to do. but all we know that something cannot be a sin without being mentioned as a sin and that we are not condemned, despite what people think. honestly i am so tired :( i spend my entire time trying to justify my existence to other people and to myself, it is mentally exhausting and leading me to stray away from religion. i have even accepted that even if it is a sin, i would do more good deeds to be forgiven but i cannot be deprived from the comfort of love. i would love to hear if you have any advice for me. i don't mean to randomly vent but i genuinely cannot take it anymore and i don't have anyone around me to talk to. i just want to feel validated to be in a relationship, get married later and have sex :( once again, thank you and i'm sending my love! so hard to even simply exist in this toxic environment.

as a person who understands, and as a psychologist too, i must say, your feelings are valid, your struggles are valid, your questions are also valid. and you're not alone. it's just that as queer muslims we always face ostracization and criticism, so as you said even simpy existing is really difficult. both in muslim contexts and in queer contexts, we cannot find a proper place, both groups do not accept us wholeheartedly. the thing that helps me the most is to have queer muslim people around me. just like my best friend @aheartandashirt ♡ because queer people do not understand my religious identity. and muslim people do not accept my queer identity. but queer muslim people will understand the most. having that safe space is truly healing.

why i'm studying this subject academically is also because of that. i'm interviewing with turkish queer muslim women and i'm seeing that we are not alone. hopefully this study can be something empowering that helps individuals like us to feel less lonely and more resilient. if you wanna talk, i'm always here. my message box is always open. i'm sending lots of love and virtual hugs 🫂 take care ♡

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everwitch-magiks · 8 months

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NICE ASK WEEK! What’s your favorite method of self-care? And will you do it this week for my sake??

Happy two-days-past Nice Ask Week!

This answer came to mind instantly: it's my silly little skincare routine. Nothing fancy, just the good ol' cleanse, moisturize, sunscreen. I did do a little research for funsies when I started it and was reading ingredient lists on the back of stuff to make sure the moisturizer was actually moisturizing and so forth. But the best skincare advice I read at that time was: find products that feel good to use, that way it'll be easier to keep up the habit.

... I've kind of fallen out of the habit though. But for you, I shall make an attempt to pick it back up! I do feel so much better about life after I've washed my face and given my skin some love, and that's the kind of energy I want to have in 2024.

Thank you for the ask! ♡

#answered

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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Seriously Clari if you open those letter comms I’d get multiple if you let me. I love your work and would be more than happy to support you!

seriously my heart is bursting with love!!!!! you are genuinely such a sweet and beautiful soul and i am SO lucky to have you here with me, reading my work, giving your feedback, and offering support!!! i don’t have words to tell you how much that means to me <3

HEHEHE you’d be able to commission as many as you’d like! at the start i’ll be opening slots as i work out all of the kinks, but somewhere down the road it would be cool to have them open all the time, or to have them open for a week every month and however many i get, i get. the cool thing is, once you commission one letter i start a file for you, containing all of the info from the form you filled out + the letter your chosen character sent. if you ever decide to commission a second (or third or fourth etc) letter from the same character, there’s a good chance he will remember what you spoke about before, and reference it.

more info under the cut because now i’m getting excited and rambling hehehe <3

so, for example, one of the potential prompts you can choose from if you don’t have your own is like, a big life event. you’ve graduated college/uni, you got a new job, it’s your birthday, you just got a new kitty and you’re super excited about it, etc etc etc whatever the case may be and you want to tell him about it & get his response. if you then commission a second letter from the same character, he’s most likely going to reference the content of your previous letter (ie. how’s that new job going? i hope your boss isn’t being a fucking asshole ; or i hope [pet name] is doing well and has stopped trying to climb your drapes ; etc. these are super basic examples but you get the picture).

another one of the prompts is a comfort/support letter; maybe there’s something going on in your life that you’re really struggling with right now, and some words from your comfort character will brighten up your day or make you feel better, or you want his advice because you know it’ll make you laugh—again, whatever the case may be. if you commission an additional letter after choosing this prompt, you can bet your ass he’s going to follow up on what you said before. he’s going to check in on you and send you love (platonic or romantic, you decide in the questionnaire), etc.

at the moment, including the ‘other’ (aka your own prompt) option, i have nine potential scenarios you can choose from. each scenario has its own set of questions; some will obviously be mandatory to answer but others will be optional—you tell me only as much as you feel comfortable telling me (or him lmao) and he’ll respond to the information you’ve given him.

in the future, i think it would be really really really cool to offer a correspondence package—basically three to five letters from him over the span of several months that you get to actually respond to. basically, you’d choose that package and fill out the initial form, and the first letter you’d receive would have a return address on it (my PO box lol). you respond to the first letter with your own, send it, and then you go from there. but that’s waaaay in the future, if it happens!

anyway, sorry i know i’m rambling, i’m just really excited about this idea and i’ve been working on this for over a year now so i’m bursting to talk about it and hear back from everyone! i’m so, so happy to hear that you’re interested!! the plan is to open the first batch of slots around the end of february! i will keep you updated!!! <33 thank you again for your interest & feedback! (´∀｀)♡

#i wish i could get the open in time for valentine’s day so i could offer a limited edition valentines themed letter but alas #it isn’t feasible for me :(#next year tho!!!!#also halloween and christmas themed letters!!!!#so so so much i could do with this i’m insanely excited about it #i also plan to continue this after i publish novels & offer them from my OCs as well #BUT ANYWAY i’ll hush now hehe #thank you!!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day so far my friend <3 #stay safe as always and drink ur water!! i’ll drink some right now too #much love your way!!#staple chan #clari gets mail

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JUST A TOY.

- Hello! Flutter here, I wanted for a long time to rewrite a story mode of the game with Sun Hee's reactions narrated and here it is! I hope you like it and if you have any suggestion for my writing I am open to opinions and advice!♡

I apologize in advance for my English TvT originally I had this text in Spanish.

ᰍ ִ ױ ࣪ 🪷⃝⃝ ݂ ๑ 𝆬 𔒌 ⬞

- Ray route Day 7

🌻- Sun Hee

🥀- Řæƴ???

Theme 1- https://youtu.be/OHVIhbgU9p4

Theme 2- https://youtu.be/hu9MsxoWroo

𓈃 ׂ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) - Sᴜɴ ʜᴇᴇೃ/ੈː͡➘

[The young girl with blond hair was in that cozy bedroom that right now felt gloomy for some reason, perhaps it was her nerves that were on the surface for not knowing about that boy. He had recently had a talk with V and Seven, they both noticed that the Hacker's patterns had changed and that aroused her alertness even more since she didn't know it was the "cleaning ceremony".. What if he had been harmed?]

[She couldn't think, her feet moved and she moved around the room, from one side to the other, biting her nails a little until she heard loud knocks coming from her door... someone was calling. At that time? It was 11:59 at night.]

🌻-Who is it?

[Her only response from that stranger was more intense blows.]

🌻- Hey, I heard you, I'm coming.

[And without further ado, she approached to open the door, meeting the boy with white hair and turquoise eyes, only... his clothes were different and his vibe was too. He looked the same, without a doubt it was him but something was not boding well for her and she was like that since the day began.]

~Start of theme 1.~

🥀-What took you so long?

🌻- Well.. I asked and you didn't answer me.. -sigh- It doesn't matter. I'm happy to see you, Ray. I missed you a lot

🥀-... What a passionate welcome. I was also very curious about you. But your face is not to my taste

🌻-! Sorry!? What is that about exactly?

[She would be lying if she said that she was not offended, that comment undoubtedly annoyed her but it bothered her more to hear that after spending a week living with... him?]

🥀- Ha... this room smells strange. Is it your smell?

🌻- Ehm.. it's my perfume-

🥀-It's only been a week since you've been here, and this room is full of your smell.

🌻- ... Precisely for that reason, I've been here for a week.

🥀- Hm I see that he decorated the room in his way. He even brought you flowers.

🌻-He..?

[She asked taking a few steps back, those flowers had been given to her by Ray... Why was he talking about him as if he were someone else?]

🥀- Why doesn't he realize that he will be used as a puppet if he keeps acting like a good guy?

🌻- Puppet? Wait.. What are you saying? Ray, you look like a different person.

🥀-You're looking for that idiot. I knew it.

I wonder... what were you doing here? I guess you've been imagining happy things with that idiot...or maybe you were planning to use his innocence to pass the time.

[The blue-eyed girl only deigned to clench her fists tightly and deny, turning her back for a second to hold her forehead with one hand and seriously wonder what the hell was going on there.

That young man looked and had the voice of Ray but apparently he wasn't.. Ray hadn't said anything about having a brother.. so would it be...? No, she couldn't deduce something that strong just because of something like that. Without further ado, she just turned around and fixed her gaze on the other's face seriously.]

🥀-Why do you look at me that way? ... Is it what you expected to hear?

🌻- ...

🥀-It seems you have questions. As if I were going to answer them.

🥀- Too bad, I'm not a master of answering all your stupid questions and I'm definitely not an idiot who would give his all for you

🌻- I didn't say you were that, you know? I only have one doubt... only one: You have the same body and face as Ray, but you say you're not Ray?

🥀-Didn't I just tell you that I'm not a teacher? Besides... you are the specialist of the human mind, right? -Sun Hee has been working as a Psychologist for 10 months after graduating-

🌻- You don't need to be a teacher to answer something as simple as identifying yourself. Who are you?

🥀 - I told you you won't ask me anymore!

Ah, you are really stupid. Haha.. Are you intentionally trying to anger me?

[The girl only bit her lower lip in annoyance, taking a breath to avoid saying something stupid and denying it by crossing her arms.]

🥀- As The savior said that have to treat you 'especially' well, I will tell you 'especially' something.

🌻- The savior...?

🥀 -I'm only going to say it once, so listen.

🌻- Yes. Go ahead

🥀 - Ray is my creation. He is the most pathetic part of me.

I am the real one, I, Saeran. Ray is a fraud. So you'll never see him again.

[At that moment something broke inside the blonde's girl chest, a strong lump appeared in her throat upon hearing those words while her face lost color and her eyes widened as she understood what he meant.]

🌻- You... Do you have..? It can't be... How did I not notice? How is Ray? What did they do to him?

[She would say as she backed up a few steps, taking her head with one hand and staring at the man in front of her. If that was DID... then something nasty had to set this whole thing off, right? She still remembered her last call with Ray a few hours ago, he sounded really affected by something.]

🥀- Although my savior said to do it.. Great. I ended up explaining so kindly...

🌻- Was that nice for you?

🥀 - ... This is a bit annoying. You don't think you're a princess or something, do you? Ha ha

[The girl tried to respond, she really tried, but her whole body tensed as she now had him a few centimeters from her face, cornering her against a wall using one of his arms, which had made a loud noise as it passed by her face and hit the wall.]

🌻- !

[Her eyes went from seeing that arm to seeing those mint eyes, feeling seized with fear for having a person who was not calm at such a close distance. She wanted to push him away but that would be worse, she had to hold on, maybe it was just the scare and then it would pass... right?]

🥀-This smell of yours has been getting on my nerves for a while.

This room, your smell, I don't like anything about them. But Ray said that he likes him, right?

[The young lady just kept silent, "for a while"? .. that meant that this Saeran guy already knew about her but he was now manifesting... that seemed to be a great disadvantage for her from the first impression she was having of him. ]

🥀- To be honest, I feel like I'm going to get sick.

I don't like this room at all, you. Everything is getting on my nerves.

🌻- The... the door is behind me in case you want to leave.

🥀- Don't you dare look at me so blankly like an idiot. Now you look even dumber... Can't you show me something interesting with that face?

🌻- What? ..-

🥀- And those eyes of yours in particular really bother me. Do you mind if you close them for me? Oh, maybe I should cover your eyes.

[Upon hearing the last thing she simply looked away coldly, he was attacking her left and right because he wanted to , she could notice that.]

🥀- Sun-Hee, I know it was you. You tried to get rid of me by saying all those weird things to Ray.

🌻- What? What are you taking about? I didn't know you exist..-

🥀 -Too bad. Your time is up, princess.

[At that moment her blood froze, her time is over? Was he going to kill her? He seems to knew about her but she didn't know anything about him, that was something that made her nervous because it made her feel vulnerable.]

🥀- Can you show me a sad face? Eh? Come on try it.

[Her face, full of freckles, remained without any other expression than surprise or shock, she couldn't put on another face, she was even capable of smiling because of her nerves, but without a doubt, laughing wasn't going to get her out of that situation .]

🥀- How about an angry face? Hmm? Come on, do something to entertain me.

🌻- This is not fair. Please let me go.

🥀-HAHA! This is not fair?

🌻- No.

🥀- I see that you are from a happy fairy tale world, princess...

🥀- Why that mistake, how someone disastrous like you? I don't understand. No wait. I understand it.... _You two should have consoled each other._ Because you're both idiots. Ahh.. Now I'm getting sick.

🥀-How good are you? You're stupid, slow... You're useless.

🌻- Oh my gosh. -she pronounce irritated.-

🥀-What? Do you have something to say? Did you just realize how useless you are? No way...

🌻- I... he... ... is not something I should tell you.

🥀- You should know your place from now on.. And keep quiet as a grave.

[The young lady could only sigh a little because of her nerves, her brain could no longer generate answers and he didn't seem to have any intention of getting away from her. That made her tremble a little, feeling her anxiety run through her entire body and much of it in her leg which she moved slightly.]

🥀-And don't make me notice that you're breathing! You'll get on my nerves if you shake like that!

🥀-Stop shaking. Ugh, this is bullshit. Why don't you listen to what I say?

🥀-Should I bite you or something?

🌻-! Wh..WHAT!?

🥀- Don't move haha...

[She would let out a scream as she was held tightly by the white-haired man, feeling her body collide with her opponent and how his breath touched the skin of her neck.

Her hands began to tremble and by reflection she rested them on the young man's chest, trying to push him away while she felt how panic invaded her body, an indescribable fear that she had never experienced or expected to experience. She had feelings for Ray, sure, but not like this, and that wasn't Ray right there. He looked like him but he wasn't.]

🥀- Hey, that tickles. Are you trying to get away from me?

🌻-... let me go, please. Saeran. -she said with a low voice.-

🥀 - Haha ow~ Did I scare you, princess?

🥀-Too bad. I'm just beginning... You shouldn't be scared by this.

[At that same moment, the sapphire-eyed girl felt as if a bucket of cold water had been smashed from her back, she wanted to cry, scream, ask for help but she couldn't. The fear that he would do something to her was getting the better of her.]

🥀- I wonder if the brands will stay until tomorrow. I wonder...if i should come and check it out tomorrow..

I'm not sure if you're understanding what I'm saying, but let me tell you this. You better start using your head and thinking in a way so i doesn't hate you. You have to be an interesting toy if you want me to keep you company. Right now you're not funny at all. Seriously, you're useless.

[Sun Hee could only close her eyes and gasp in an attempt to regulate her breathing and not cry, the situation was too much for anyone being professional or not. At that time, she did not know if her physical integrity was at risk or not. She just wished with all her might that Saeran would leave her, even going so far as to pray despite not believing in god.]

🥀- Ah that's right. Your expression just changed haha HAHAHA!

🌻- I... I... -She couldn't stop shaking. Why the hell wasn't she answering? why couldn't she move?-

🥀- Show me an angry face. Hm? Come on.

Try to provoke me. Make me mad. Annoy me. Come on, try it... Hmm? I will play with you.

🌻- ! I SAID LET ME GO! PLEASE.

[After yelling that, she would feel how he made an annoyed noise and separated.]

🥀-Ahg, it's not fun. It seems that this is the limit of your usefulness.

I'm getting tired of you, you're not funny. Ha.. this is so annoying. Really. I knew you were nothing.

🌻- Ah... damn it.. -She wiped the water that was about to fall from her eyes, feeling furious with herself for not reacting-

[When she was freed from that grip, she only backed away quickly, going to the other side of the bed to feel minimally protected by something.]

🥀- I'm sure I'll have fun with you if you cause problems here... For example... ask the RFA for help. Yeah, something like that... Would you mind trying?

🌻 Ugh.. -Deep breath- No... I won't. -she pronounced shaky because she always used to say yes to requests from others-

🥀- Tsk.. The savior said that you also need to go through the purification process. I'll be the one to do that. It will be so much fun hahaha!

🌻- Purification?

[That word, that was what they had done to Ray, right? a cleaning ... so that meant she would.. oh no..]

🥀- I know how to get the most pain in the process. I've done it many times... You're curious, right?

🌻- No..

🥀-It will be so good. Do I have to tell the savior that you're a bad girl?

🌻- ...

🥀-... You are quiet. I was going to play you again if you started whining like an idiot again.

You're not funny.. and I don't play with boring toys. I'm leaving. I'll come back when I feel bored.

~Start of theme 2~

[And just like that, that young man simply walked out the door but she was not going to trust herself, therefore she kept quiet for a while to listen to what was happening outside that room.]

🥀-Hey! Don't put anything in that room. This room is a toy room, _where is my toy._

....

🥀- Oh and... make sure my toy doesn't go anywhere, have your yes on her.

....

🌻- What just...?

[Hearing nothing anymore, she simply collapsed at the foot of the bed. Being on his knees and trembling while her breathing was rough. It was a lot to process. .. from the Dissociative identity disorder to that unpleasant touch of that guy. She had seen a few DID patients before but they were all on a set of established therapies...he didn't, besides, everything he said about Ray...Wouldn't she see him again? ...no, that it couldn't be. He had to be there but hidden somewhere, trapped... trapped in the same way she was being trapped in those moments.

It was as if a bunch of chains had attached themselves to her ankles, wrists and neck, dragging her to the ground and leaving her there as her stomach churned at the thought of what she could have passed her. Was he really going to bite? And if he did something worse to her? Now how was she going to get out of there? She didn't want to compromise the RFA anymore... What could she do..?]

🌻- Ray.. Ray said that I should be happy, that I should be... I... I should be... whe should be happy.

I can't give up, I can't bow my head... No.. I should defend myself, at least from Saeran. I mustn't let him walk all over me.

[She would clench her fists feeling she despised her actions from a while ago.]

🌻- I have to find a way to protect myself without hurting Ray in the process.. ugh... this will be difficult. ! Damn, I have to call V as soon as possible.

[Said this, she dried her tears and staggering with a great tremor in her body, she took her mobile to get down to work. She might be scared but this wasn't going to stay that way. If her ending was already dictated, she would at least fight to change it.]

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