#FIGHT FANFICTION. WHERE ITS WORSE

[fisherrprince]

i think we let Terra’s whip keyblade go too quickly. that thing is insanely cool

[hearts4golbach]

hii I was wondering if you could make a longgg Johnnie x fem reader fluff where he just spoils her and gives her love after her last rough relationship? 🫶🙏

Spoil You.

This fanfiction is co-written by @charcharbinks333!

pairing:

BestFriend!Johnnie Guilbert x HeartBroken!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

posting this too, even though Charlie did most of the writing, but I'm a sellout and needed to fill this request too

proofread

warnings:

toxic relationship mentioned, cursing, nothing but fluff

word count:

1.4k

You were on edge while getting back into dating. Your last relationship was… bad, to put it lightly. A toxic cycle that felt never ended until you finally broke away from the relationship. The first person there to comfort you was your best friend of many years, johnnie. He was the one you ran to after the countless fights, no matter how big or small.

“I know, Y/n, it’s hard, but the breakup is for the better. He wasn’t right for you,” he comforted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. He knew how attached you were to your ex, and he knew how bad breakups like this could be. “Jake and i are here for you man, if anything happens or it starts to get worse, we’re here to help you…”

You pushed your hair out of your face, sniffling as you looked up at Johnnie from your place nestled against his chest. His hand moved to your waist, holding you against him. “Thank you, johnnie,” you murmured. he tilted your chin up and slowly wiped your tears away with his thumb.

“It's the least I could do.” You met his eyes, and your heart started pounding. You realized Johnnie affected you in ways you didn’t understand right then. Truthfully, you thought you’d never understand, not after everything you had just gone through. You looked away and shifted slightly.

“Hopefully I'm not as lame and depressed soon, eh?” You joked, nudging johnnie.

“Until then, I'll be here, and we can watch Coraline as many times as you’d like. I know you love that movie.” he leaned in and rested his head against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

The next month was a blur of tears, broken laughs, long stares, and racing hearts. You believed you'd never get over the shitty man you were with before, but there you were.

Johnnie was always a man of his word. He comforted you throughout the entirety of your heartbreak, with as much ice cream and horror movies as you needed. He was more than patient with you, and you were eternally grateful. That man had walked through hell and back with you, and all you wanted to do was stay in his arms for eternity.

“Really, Johnnie, thank you so much,” you said while playfully wrapping your arms around him, laying on top of him on the couch. He patted your back and exhaled softly.

“Trust me, it’s worth it for you.” he shifted and sat up, looking down at you now. You lifted your head and met his eyes, the fluttering in your chest returning as it did so many times over the past month. He couldn't help but smile. There was nothing but love behind his watercolor eyes.

“I’m really grateful for you, Johnnie…” Your voice came out quiet but nonetheless thankful. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb slowly over your skin. His metal rings stung your skin slightly as you adjusted to the cold against your warm flesh, but it was soothing in its own way.

You leaned in slowly, your lips ghosting Johnnie’s as your breath fanned across his face. “Is this ok?” you asked, just above a whisper, and his answer was to lean in and finally meet your lips. It was a slow, unmoving gesture before he slowly pulled away, looking up at you, your position on top of him making him melt.

“Yeah, ‘s great,” he joked, pulling you back in for another kiss.

In that moment, all you felt was love. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one you weren't sure how to react to. All you knew was that it felt right. Everything was perfect, and you weren't going to let that go.

~~~

“Johnnie, this is totally unnecessary!” You giggle as he pulls you by the hand into Hot Topic.

He had planned this with Jake: lure you to the mall by saying you’d be filming (that wasn’t a lie, considering the camera), not tell you the plan at all, and take you on a shopping spree. His primary love language was gift giving, after all.

“Trust me, love, it’s completely necessary.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you to the band t-shirts, what he knew to be your favorite section.

“Are you sure, Johnnie? You’re not gonna use this against me or anything?” His expression dropped slightly as he realized why you hated him buying you gifts—your ex always used money to manipulate you. Johnnie turned to face you completely, both hands cupping your cheeks.

“Y/n, I promise that I'm not going to use this against you or use money to manipulate you in any way. I just want to spoil my girlfriend because she deserves it. I’m not a complete fucking loser. You deserve this.” he moved his hands to the sides of your neck, leaning in to plant a soft peck on your lips.

You smile gratefully, butterflies swarming your stomach as if that were your first kiss. “Okay, okay, fine.”

~~~

You, Jake, and Johnnie had left the mall with several bags in hand. Jake had done some shopping while you and Johnnie were busy. Johnnie insisted on carrying most of your bags, and anything smaller that he couldn’t carry was carried by you. a few of the bags were sealed, since they were surprise gifts from Johnnie.

“Thank you so much for today,” you said, a giddy smile on your face as you skipped back to the car. Johnnie opened the door for you, despite the large bags in his hands.

“Of course, baby. anything for you.” he walked around the car and put your bags in the trunk as Jake did the same.

“Wow, you’re down bad for her, eh?” he playfully teased Johnnie, nudging him with his elbow. Johnnie rolled his eyes.

“Of course I am.”

~~~

As you were cooking dinner, Johnnie came up behind you and held your hips, watching you intently. He leaned his chin against your shoulder.

“Smells good..” he murmured into your shoulder. He had clearly just woken up from a nap, or desperately needed one. You took the pan off the stove and carefully plate everything you’d made.

“D’you know if Carrington wants somethin’?” you asked, looking back at Johnnie the best you could.

“I do!” Carrington exclaimed from the living room, causing a chuckle from both you and Johnnie.

“Alright.” You and Johnnie carried the plates into the living room for everyone, sitting down to watch a movie all together.

Johnnie wrapped his arms around your waist as you ate, his chin resting on your shoulder. He was always holding you in some way, always so gentle with his touch too. Every hug and kiss was so chaste but so charged with love. It was purely exhilarating.

“Get a room!” Carrington exclaims around the bite of chicken he had in his mouth, breaking you out of your hypnotic-like state. You roll your eyes and chuckle softly.

“Whatever.”

~~~

You sat on the edge of the bed, Johnnie in front of you with three small bags in hand.

“Okay, pick one,” he said excitedly, holding the bags out. You hovered your hand over his, moving your palm slowly. You selected the bag with tape over the logo, painfully curious as to where it was from. It was the only one with tape.

“Alrighty…” you opened the bag, pulling out a small box and opening it quickly. Your jaw immediately dropped as your eyes met it. A silver necklace with a small black pendant in the shape of a heart. You held it up to get a better look, your eyes slowly welling with tears.

“I saw it and immediately thought of you,” Johnnie admitted while sitting beside you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and smiled. “I hope you like it.”

You sniffled and looked up at him, your hands falling to your lap. “Johnnie, I… You didn’t have t-”

“Oh, shush. I did have to. It looked like something you’d love, and that made it completely necessary.” He leaned his head into your neck, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your shoulder. “I love you…” He murmured against your skin. It wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but every time he said those words it made your heart flutter.

“I love you more,” you replied, turning to hug him. You stay in his embrace, inhaling his scent once again, squeezing him in your arms, letting him overtake your senses.

He really did save you. He’d never truly know how much he helped you.

[rdr2stories]

"The Coyote And The Wolf" a Jovier fanfiction.

A 6000 word fanfiction about John and Javier through the games.

"No hurt that Javier experienced from losing a meaningless necklace could replace the hurt John had felt losing his brother."

The small chips of wood laid by John’s feet as he carefully carved out the form of a coyote’s tooth in the small wood lump that he had found laying around the camp. It was a gift he was making for the new kid, or man as he was, the Mexican one. John didn’t know if he liked coyotes but the animal reminded him of the man, he didn’t really know much about him at all, he didn’t speak English and John didn’t speak Spanish.

To be honest he didn’t really care that the two of them didn’t speak the same language because the man could drink, smoke and listen to John venting about Abigail without interrupting, so that is what they did, last time a bit too hard.

They had been at a local town’s saloon, just the two of them, when some big guy had needed someone to shout at and thought of Javier as an easy target. Javier had obviously not understood what the man said, which annoyed the man even more and, in the end, led to a fight, a quite violent one that earned Javier a nasty wound down his cheek, it was sure to leave a scar.

John had to admit that he blamed himself for it, he was the one who had asked Javier to go out full knowing that people tended to pick on him more easily than John, it had been a selfish request. He didn’t know if Javier blamed him as well, he couldn’t tell from the man’s indifferent face, and he couldn’t verbally say sorry either, so from that came the little wood carving that matched the one he had made himself a few hours earlier. His was a wolf’s tooth and together the two carvings were a peace offering.

When he had told Mary Beth his idea she had giggled, saying it reminded her of the friendship bracelets she had made her and Tilly.

Friendship bracelets as if John and Javier weren’t outlaws with more money on their heads than in their pockets, at least in his own case, he didn’t fully know about Javier, he hadn’t said what he had done but surely it had to be something big since he fled his entire country. John couldn’t imagine what he had done that had led him to just grab a bag and run to a country where he in every sense was worse off.

John held the two wooden carvings up. Javier’s was a bit smaller simply due to the fact that the real thing was as well, he hoped that Javier would understand that and not see it as something else. God, it was hard having a friend you couldn’t verbally communicate with.

“Whatever,” John mumbled as he used the tip of his knife to carve out a hole in the blunt end of the teeth and put a thin leather string through each of them, tying them into two necklaces that he stuffed in his pocket for now.

He got up from the stump he had sat on, cracked his back, and brushed the worst wood dust off his pants before making his way back to camp. He found Javier sitting in the middle of the camp, his back against a crate and a cigarette between his lips as he cleaned his gun with a cloth, not even looking up at John as he approached.

“Hey, Javier,” John spoke, finally gaining Javier’s attention and making him look up, showing John the not-so-prettily healing wound on his cheek.

“¿Cómo?” Javier replied unbothered as he removed his cigarette to blow out a cloud of smoke.

“Brother I got no idea what you are saying, just come on,” John replied as he gave Javier a small kick, earning a grunt and a glare but Javier complied, putting his gun back in its holster and getting to his feet before throwing the cigarette on the ground. “Come on.” John began to lead Javier away from the camp, promptly followed by Abigail’s complaining.

“Don’t you dare go too far!” Abigail shouted and John let out a grunt.

“Yeah, yeah,” he merely mumbled, feeling the annoyance of being trapped creep up on him. He was never allowed to leave camp those days for any longer than a mere couple of honors, it seemed that everyone thought just because Abigail was pregnant that John didn’t know how to take care of himself any longer. “Hey, we ain’t going that far,” John spoke as he saw Javier near Boaz.

Javier frowned slightly, unable to understand.

“No,” John spoke as he pointed towards the tied-up horses. “No horses.”

Javier looked between Boaz and John for a second before nodding understandingly and returning to John.

“Alright, come on, we are just going up to the trees,” John said, giving Javier a clap on his shoulder before continuing up to the tree line of the woods surrounding their camp. He didn't know why he felt like he needed to hide their little exchange, he wasn’t ashamed of his friendship with Javier nor was he ashamed of his carvings.

When they finally were out of sight from camp, John halted, Javier following as he let out a small chuckle.

“¿Qué? ¿Vas a besarme o algo?” Javier spoke in a sarcastic voice, obviously making a joke that John did not understand.

John sighed slightly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the necklaces. “I made these, as an apology.” He held the coyote tooth out for Javier who just looked cautiously between it and John.

“Yours,” John shoved it into Javier’s hands, making it clear that it was a present. “Apology,” he repeated in slight annoyance as he gestured at the wound. “Sorry, peace offering.”

Javier chuckled slightly as he looked at the carving. “Eso es bastante dulce.” He looked up at John, grinning, and gave him a small punch to the shoulder. “En este punto podría pedirte que me besaras.”

John smiled slightly. “You know, I got no idea what you are saying but you seem happy so I guess it is good enough.”

—

John’s fidgeted with the wooden carving hanging around his neck as he spaced out. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour and his chest was aching with anxiety. He didn’t know if he could get himself to do what he had planned, but then again he also knew that he couldn’t stay. His cheek had a permanent red mark just as his ass had for sitting still too long. He was allowed to do nothing, he wasn’t allowed to hunt, not that he was any good at it, he wasn’t allowed to go fishing with Javier, not that he was any good at that either, nor was he allowed to go drink, even though he was quite good at that. He wasn’t allowed any excuse to leave the camp.

He hadn’t been allowed to leave for weeks and taking his frustrations out on the firewood only helped him so much. He needed freedom, he needed to spread his wings and run, so he was going to, but this time he wasn’t just going to run into town, no he was going much further, far far away.

He did feel a little bad for Abigail, but it was her who had insisted on keeping him locked up in camp anyways! Her and Hosea, but he didn’t blame Hosea as much because at least he allowed Javier to sneak booze in for him, booze that Abigail said was a “bad influence” on him.

Javier had always been John’s savior, always been the one to sneak in drinks, smokes or whatever else Abigail had restricted him from. He didn’t want to leave Javier but he couldn’t bring him either, he had thought about it but decided against it. It would be unfair to Javier who was just starting to fit into the gang.

But John knew that Javier would be fine, Javier had made friends around camp, most surprisingly Bill Williamson, when he was sober that was. They worked quite well together, which partly had also been because Javier could put Bill in his place. John wondered if Bill actually liked being brought to his knees by Javier.

The night that John left, he briefly considered waking Javier up to say goodbye but he knew he couldn’t. He knew that he had to leave silently, he hoped that the letter he had stuffed in Javier’s boot would provide enough of an explanation both as to why John ran but also why Javier should keep silent about where John was first headed.

It was a little strange to John, when he had first made the teeth that both the men kept close to them, Javier hadn’t even spoken English, let alone been able to read it, now he read far better than both John and Arthur.

Hosea had been the one reaching Javier and he had learned quickly, picking up any book he could find and following Hosea around camp for hours just in case he found a word he didn’t know.

John didn’t think that Javier had started learning to read English because he liked to read, he had actually seemed like he had hated it, but the constant reminder that his inability to read it had made him less in some people’s eyes had driven him to do it. Now he never read in camp, but sometimes John would see Javier go off to fish with a romance book tugged in his bag.

The memory of what he was leaving behind suddenly made the wooden tooth heavy around John’s neck.

—

“What is this?” The girl in his arms asked as she played with the wooden tooth hanging around his neck, a flirty smile on her face. “A wolf tooth~? For such a big strong man like yourself, it seems quite fitting~”

John grunted, he didn’t feel big or strong. It had been a year since he had run off like a coward and he hadn’t taken the tooth off for a moment. He had kept it both because he liked it, but also because he knew that he was hurting himself with it and he felt like he deserved it. He could feel the shame of leaving Javier behind weighing heavy on him.

“Yeah,” John replied as he took it from her hand and held it up, feeling her fingers tangle themselves into his hair. She wasn’t the first working girl to ask about it, but she was the first that he felt inclined to tell the truth about it to. It didn’t mean that he liked her better than the others, it was simply because he missed Javier. “I made a coyote’s tooth for my friend as well.”

The girl giggled, her free hand roaming his chest. “What? Like a friendship bracelet?”

John shook his head. Back in camp, he used to be so angry when people said that, but not anymore because in a way it did feel like a friendship bracelet, not that he was going to say that out loud. “More in the way we are personality-wise. Black wolves are aggressive, stubborn, impatient, and short-tempered, but coyotes? They are intelligent, independent, cunning when needed, but always reliant.”

“Is that so?” The girl asked as he got up from the bed in the room they had rented above the saloon. She probably knew to stop there, there was a high chance she had heard a lot of similar stories and knew they didn’t end well.

“Hm,” John merely replied, letting out a sigh.

He felt like a jerk, fuck.

—

John had practically made best friends with the newspaper boy by the street corner who probably thought of him as a weirdo for always being the first person to buy the new edition and to specially request as many newspapers from other areas as the boy could get his hands on. It wasn’t a lot.

Every day John would read over the newspapers, searching for anything that even smelled like Dutch Van Der Linde, which was often a sweet soap that seemed weirdly out of nothing just like his crimes.

It had taken him weeks to finally find something, though it smelled more like Arthur Morgan than Dutch Van Der Linde, but it was close enough.

John packed his horse with his tent and the supplies that he had either paid for in blood money or bounty money and sat off.

Up and down mountains, across rivers and avoiding the law in a town where he and Arthur had royally fucked up some years back, he moved along, but when he was suddenly ambushed by what he was sure was an O’Driscoll, he knew he was close. Whether it was intentional or not, Dutch was always close to Colm and his gang.

John went to the nearby town, found the saloon, and went to the bartender, for once in his life glad that the gang didn’t know that drinking could go quietly. With Arthur’s go-happy drunken self, Bill’s “I will kill anyone nearing me” drunken glare and Javier’s eternal drunk teasing, the gang never went unnoticed and the bartender most certainly remembered them even though it had already been a week since he had seen them. The group had come in, gotten drunk, and while half were dancing can can the others were fighting each other. If that wasn’t the Van Der Linde gang, he was about to find a bunch of double gangers.

John got the direction that the group had headed to of the bartender with the promise that he would tell them to come back and pay for a window broken by a guy who fitted Bill’s description.

John searched the nearby area of the direction that the bartender had pointed him to and found the remains of a camp, the littered metal cans, the outlines of tents, the rest of a camp fire and tracks on the ground. Suddenly he was glad that it had rained recently, though he had hated it in the moment because he had been freezing, but now it not only gave him the knowledge that they had left within the last couple of days, but it also gave him the knowledge of where they were going.

John followed the tracks down a dirt path to a bigger dirt road, trying to keep an eye on which tracks were the Van Der Linde and which were just other travelers.

A couple of hours into his search, he suddenly stopped, narrowing his eyes at a smaller path breaking off. He had a strange feeling to follow it. It would be risky, it truly would be, especially because he would not be able to identify the Van Der Linde tracks again but also because there were no wagon tracks leading up that path, just hoof prints.

Yet he did it, he let his eyes leave the tracks and nudged his horse forward into a trot up the road. He already regretted it, fuck he regretted it. His gut feeling had never been worth anything, but he couldn’t turn back now.

The turns that John took led him into more open fields, something that the gang would never like, yet he knew that something was waiting for him. He damn hoped that it was good.

Just as he reached up to fidget with the carving around his neck, something he found himself doing a lot when anxious, he saw something.

By a small river further away stood a person humming to themselves as they threw the fishing line out into the water. John did not need to get any closer to know who owned the silly hat on that person’s head. Javier Escuella.

John kicked his horse in the side a bit harder than he had intended to and sat into a gallop, sliding to a stop just as Javier turned to point a gun at him.

Javier’s eyes widened as he saw John upon his horse, heavy in breath, his eyes holding both relief but also pure terror.

“John?” Javier asked as he lowered his gun. “I thought you was dead!”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easily,” John replied, noticing that Javier still carried the coyote’s tooth around his neck on the outside of his jacket. Oh what a sweet relief, if he still carried it maybe he didn’t hate John, or maybe he just used it as a reminder not to trust people, just as John had carried his as a reminder of what he had left behind.

His stomach curled anxiously.

“Well get down from there!” Javier spoke with a wide smile, embracing John in a hug as soon as he swung himself off his horse. “I missed you like crazy compadre!”

“You aren’t mad at me?” John asked cautiously as Javier swung his arm around John’s shoulders and led him down to the small camp he had made by the river.

“De ninguna manera!” Javier replied as he gestured for John to sit by the fire. “That lady of yours was going to kill you faster than a bullet if you had stayed, I would have run too.”

“I ain’t sure I got a lady no more,” John replied, watching Javier chuckle.

“Maybe that is a good thing. She doesn’t seem to have become much better, she is tired all the time. That kid of yours isn’t easy.”

“I ain’t sure it is my kid either.”

“Well they sure think it is yours.” Javier walked over to a small bag he had lying by the water, pulled a big fish out of it and put it over the fire.

“Yeah but is it mine?”

“Don’t matter,” Javier shrugged as he sat down next to John. “They think it is yours so for all that matters it is yours.”

“Sadly.” John grunted as he crossed his legs underneath him, his hand instinctively going to the wooden tooth as a moment of silence fell over them. He used to love those comfortable silences but right now when he didn’t fully know where he stood with Javier, he hated it.

“Are you coming back to camp?” Javier then asked as he took the fish off the fire, cutting it in half with his hunting knife and passing half to John.

“I want to,” John replied as he removed a bone from the fish. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“They are pretty mad at you,” Javier said as he picked some meat off the fish. “Arthur has been throwing your name around like it is a slur.”

John made a grimace, ouch that hurt, but it was also to be expected. It was first after he had left that he realized the parallels between him and Arthur and the differences in how they had handled an unexpected kid. If he was Arthur he would probably hate himself too, if he could give Abigail and Jack to that big loaf of muscle he would, Arthur would make a better father and husband than John ever could.

“I am not sure Dutch would let me back in, we got a policy for traitors,” John said as he picked at the fish, not really having an appetite.

“Dutch will be fine,” Javier replied, watching John before handing him a smoke to switch the fish for. “You is his family, he defines your name, at least to some degree.” He grinned slightly,

“Really?” John asked as he handed Javier his half of the fish and placed the smoke between his lips, lighting a match with the bottom of his shoe.

“Sí, when Arthur gets real mad he reminds him of all the good you did.”

John blew out a cloud of smoke and snorted. “Like what?”

“Dunno, didn’t listen,” Javier replied before reaching over to gently punch John’s shoulder. “Come back, I will protect you.”

John smiled slightly. “Like some long-lost maiden, huh?”

“Long lost at least,” Javier grinned teasingly. “Maiden perhaps not yet, but keep growing that hair and you might turn into one.”

“As if you don’t have long hair as well.” John had gotten long hair though, he hadn’t cut it for a time and the ponytail he had gathered it in wasn’t so small any longer. He didn’t doubt that Grimsaw would have him cut it at least to his shoulders if he returned.

“Manly long hair, unlike you princesa.”

“Hey!” John exclaimed jokingly. “I ain’t no princess.”

“Oh, you understand Spanish now?” Javier got to his feet with a smile on his face, throwing the remains of the fish into a nearby bush. “¿Quién diría que un hombre tan malo como tú podría aprender un idioma tan bueno?”

John let out a huff as he looked up at Javier. “I still don’t understand you.”

“Por supuesto.” Javier went over to the fire, kicking some dirt into it and snuffing it out with his boot. “Come on brother, let’s get you home.”

—

John guessed that he should have been happy he was let back into camp at all, but he wasn’t in camp much anyway, mostly because people didn’t really want him there. Surprisingly, he didn’t care that much. He had all the freedom in the world, so he and Javier were often the ones taking the missions that required leaving camp for longer times, not that Arthur was very happy about it, he kept openly saying that John was going to run off again.

For years it became nearly impossible to find John without Javier by his side, they could be counted as one by then. If Javier needed to fish, John joined, if John went into store to buy ammo, Javier joined, and although it was never their plan, they always ended up doing more than what they had left camp to do.

They could be riding on their way back from town and suddenly see a small house, and naturally as the curious people they were, they went to look at it. That either lead to them running away laughing as the owner shot at them them or them helping the owner. They knew better than to leave bodies around for no reason, but they would if it excused them being away for longer, after all they couldn’t go back to camp if the body was still hot, someone might be following them.

By 1899 the wooden teeth that had rested on the mens necks for years had gotten miscolored with use and were even detailed on the outlaws warrant descriptions. They found it hilarious.

—

John was bleeding on Javier’s shoulder, more specifically on Javier’s poncho, the poncho John had once seen a teen try to steal and lost his ability to walk over.

John leaned away from Javier, trying to keep his balance as Boaz trotted through the heavy snow, he didn’t want to get any more blood on the fabric than he already had.

“Lean on me idiota, you are gonna fall.” Javier reached behind him, pushing John’s stomach flush against his back and securing John’s around around his waist.

“I will bleed all over your poncho,” John mumbled. The cold was making him both dizzy and tired at the same time, yet the stabbing in his face kept him awake.

“It can be washed and I don’t think you will survive a fall from a horse right now,” Javier huffed in slight annoyance. “That wolf tooth is a little ironic now, huh?”

John snorted as he rested his uninjured cheek on Javier’s shoulder. “I got a taste of the real thing now, powerful stuff.”

“Like you, strong enough to survive this, as long as you stay on the horse,” Javier reached down, laying a hand on John’s around his waist as he felt the grasp loosen. “Don’t you pass out on me now brother.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” John mumbled before jerking wide awake as Javier pinched the skin on his hand. “Ow!”

“Stay awake!”

“Alright, alright, I am awake,” John said as he placed his chin on Javier’s shoulder, watching the path before them.

Arthur snorted as he followed behind them.

John being bedridden did not at all help his relationship with Abigail who was sitting by his side at every waking moment. It reminded him a lot of the time around Jack’s birth, except he didn’t have the opportunity to sneak out with Javier or even drink. All he could do was lay and either sleep or try to fall asleep and fail due to Abigail’s constant complaining and nagging about how he had reached a new low, as if he had chosen to almost get eaten alive by wolves.

Javier joined John when he could, which wasn’t that often, a lot needed to get done to keep them all alive and Javier was one of the few people still able to man a gun after Blackwater, but when he was around John didn’t mind his bedridden state as much. He did however dislike how Abigail was always present even when Javier was, they never had a single moment alone so Javier never had the chance to slip him some booze to dull the mental pain.

When they had reached Horseshoe Overlook, John had finally been allowed out of bed, he wasn’t allowed to do much, but at least he had been allowed to join Arthur and Bill for the search of some O’Driscolls with that Kieran guy Arthur had captured up in Colter. It wasn’t something big, but it was at least an excuse to get out of camp and away from Abigail’s yapping.

Those missions and the nights were his to enjoy, Abigail often went to bed early so that meant he could drink with Javier.

John had practically laughed when Javier had returned to camp one day from the local town Valentine with a nasty but superficial wound over his face. It seemed that him, Bill, Arthur, and Charles had gotten into a bar fight.

“Trying to imitate me?” John asked teasingly as Javier dumped himself down next to him by the fire, smearing some blood over his face as he tried to remove the dirt Bill’s horse Brown Jack had kicked up.

“I would go for a coyote if I was,” Javier snorted and let out a string of annoyed Spanish curses as the wound began to bleed again.

“Let me take care of that,” John said as he got to his feet and headed to his tent.

“No need.”

“I will do it anyways,” John spoke as he returned with some alcohol, some wipes and a small bandage. “I have gotten quite good at treating facial wounds.” He gestured at his own mauled face before sitting down on a crate by the fire. “Sit.”

“Ordering me around, are you now?” Javier asked but still complied and sat down on the ground in front of John, staying still as the other man grabbed his chin with one hand and slowly began to work on the wound.

John looked down at Javier and the wound right above the scar that was left from one of their first drinking trips. His heart fluttered slightly at the sight of the man looking up at him. Quickly, he looked away, working on the wound the same way he had worked on his own after getting tired of Abigail doing it for him.

He could see the wooden tooth hanging around Javier’s neck and for a moment he wondered. Friendship.

“There,” John said, his hand leaving Javier’s stubbled chin, his fingers already missing the warmth of the other man’s skin. “You will be okay.”

Javier let out an amused huff. “Thank you for saving my poor life.”

—

“Javier, can’t you see it?” John asked as they sat around the fire at Beaver Hollow, the first time in a long time where they were alone, the first time in a long time where they could talk.

“See what exactly?” Javier asked, his voice almost as desperate as John’s as he put down his guitar. He hadn’t played it in a long time but he still held it every now and then. The camp did feel empty without its music but the silence was preferable to the anger that no doubt would rise when the gang gathered around. “A string of bad luck? Why are you acting this way? Explain it to me.”

“Because of Dutch! He isn’t right in the mind. He left me Javier, left me!” John argued, the hand over his chest clenching the fabric of his shirt. “They was talking of hanging me! I was going to die!”

“He had a plan!” Javier argued back. “He was going to get you! Just like he got to me on Guarma! My leg was wounded, I was kicked, beaten, dragged over the ground by a mule! I was caged up but I knew Dutch wouldn’t leave me. You were stuck in prison, of course it was going to take some time to find a way to get you out.”

John let out a sorrowed sigh, his face falling. “You didn’t see it, you weren’t there when they arrested me. He had a chance to save me, he could have saved me, there was a moment… A moment where he could have done something, but he didn’t, he left.”

Javier shook his head. “John, I want to believe you, I do, you know I trust you… But I trust Dutch too, he has saved me several times.”

“He saved me too when I was a kid, I saw him as my father. Javier, this isn’t easy for me to say, I just don’t… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel safe, he has slipped. Have you heard him plan recently?”

“No, but I know that his plans normally work out. I don’t know how he can just change.”

John looked down at the ground, his hand going up to fidget with the necklace. “Neither do I.”

Javier placed a hand on John’s arm, making him look up at him, and gave him a small smile. “We will be okay, we just have to have some faith in Dutch. One last job and we are out of here to Tahiti or wherever he wants us to go.”

John’s heart ached, he wanted to believe that, he really did but he couldn’t. He knew they would never make it to Tahiti. No matter how bad it became between him and Dutch, he knew that he and Javier would be okay. “Yeah.”

—

Friendship, friendship, John didn’t know much about friendship but he knew that whatever the fuck this was was not friendship!

John’s eyes widened, his hand clenching around the wounded shoulder as he watched Javier stand on the other side of the camp, his gun drawn and eyes on the ground, his gun drawn at John and Arthur. His friend was drawing a gun on him when he was wounded?

Look at me! Look at me god damnit! John wanted to scream. He wanted to shout across the camp into the forest and down to Annesburg. Fuck the Pinkertons, fuck the Murfree Brood, fuck the law, he needed Javier to look him in the fucking eyes as he drew that gun at him,

Javier didn’t even have the guts to look John in the eyes or point the gun at him when he turned his back on John and sided with the man who had left John to die. Instead, he was pointing the gun at the sky and looking at the ground like the fucking coward he was, oh John hoped that Javier was looking right down his chest, he hoped that the man could see the symbol of their friendship hanging around his neck and he hoped that it choked him like a noose. How fucking dared Javier wear that when he went against everything it stood for?

Did their years of friendship mean nothing? Did everything they had gone through mean nothing? John did not know what Javier thought of him, but John knew that Javier was no friend of his.

—

The final brick had been laid on the new house and John took a moment to step back and look over the place he could now call home. It wasn’t much, yet, but Beechers Hope was slowly starting to look like a place he could bring Abigail and Jack back to, it just needed a little furnishing and it would be perfect.

It was also nice being back with some of the old gang members, Sadie, Charles, even Uncle. He never thought he would say he was glad being around Uncle, but he was, even though he had been less optimistic when he had run into him back in Blackwater.

He missed the old gang, the old times.

He reached up to where the wooden tooth had hung around his neck for years, clenching the fabric of his collar. He hadn’t worn the necklace since everything went down in Beaver’s Creek, yet the anxious fidget remained and he hated himself for it. Javier had betrayed him, he had chosen Dutch over him, had drawn a gun on him. He couldn’t forgive Javier no matter how much he missed the happy times they had had together.

—

Time had not been on Javier’s side, or maybe it was simply because all the ugly inside was finally starting to show outside. His hair stood out to every side underneath that god-forsaken hat that John had always hated but accepted as Javier’s culture. Now he wanted to shoot it right off.

“Hello old friend,” John spoke as he pointed the gun at Javier in the small storage room. It had been twelve years since he had seen that face and he could happily have gone twelve more. “It has been a long time.” Not long enough though, he only accepted the situation because of the whole Abigail thing and the fact that he might end it just like he had with Micah four years prior. He had been happy he killed Micah, and he would be happy killing Javier too. He had imagined it since he had watched Micah bleed in the snow. The image had made him happy… But at the same time… He couldn’t imagine killing his friend, he always had to remind himself that his Javier was already dead.

“Hello brother, it is uh, good to see you,” Javier said and John had to hold in a scuff, brother? Really? They hadn’t been that for twelve years. “I heard you was coming, took your time no? Come on you aren’t gonna shoot your own brother, are you? We was family.”

That was where Javier was wrong, John was going to shoot the moment Javier breathed in the wrong direction.

“Yeah, we were, then you and Dutch went crazy and then family didn’t mean so much.” His breath hitched in his throat as Javier chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Underneath Javier’s coat was a necklace, a wooden tooth, the coyote tooth that John had carved so many years ago for the both of them, the one that John had thrown in a bag and never looked at again but been unable to throw away. Javier still wore it. How fucking dare he, how dare he wear the symbol of their friendship with so much ease when he betrayed John just as easily?

Javier could rot in hell.

—

“Ah shit, I hope you are struggling with what you are doing brother,” Javier spoke as he lad over John’s shoulder, his speech slurred from the blood running to his head.

Was John meant to struggle? Yes, and John did struggle as much as Javier had struggled turning his back on him, not at all… At least that was what he told himself because the truth was he did struggle, that nagging feeling in the back of his head was telling him that he was killing his friend, but he just had to remind himself that his Javier was gone. This Javier over his shoulder was not the Javier whose chin he had held in his hand, the Javier who had hung out with him even when they didn’t speak the same language, the Javier who had sneaked booze to him, the Javier who had welcomed him back with open arms, the Javier he had loved. Deep inside he still struggled to accept that person was dead and this person thrown over his shoulder was the sorry excuse of a man who remained

“You sold me out, did the life we had mean nothing to you? OW! OW SHIT! You puto!” Javier cursed as John threw the man to the floor in the cell, letting out a snort. Javier could call him anything he wanted, any curse word, any slur, John was done with Javier and the mere fact he dared bring up their old life was insulting. Javier had been the one turning his back on John first to leave him in the mess Dutch had created, now Javier was just angry John had decided to put a knife in that back.

—

The agents stood by the car, waiting for John to hail Javier off the back of his horse.

“Mister Marston, fancy seeing you here,” one of them joked and how John wished to put a bullet in that man's head, he would have had it not been for Abigail and Jack. He didn't even speak as the men went on a long monolog about justice and truth, he didn’t care for it, the only thing he cared for was his family.

One of them grabbed onto Javier’s shoulder and before John knew what he was doing he told them to stop. “Hey, hold on a second.” For a moment he saw something in Javier’s eyes, hope maybe, affection? Something that didn’t matter, he would be hanging from a noose in not too long.

John reached underneath Javier’s jacket and grabbed the tooth, yanking it off Javier’s neck, not even caring to look or be bothered with the hurt in his eyes.

No hurt that Javier experienced from losing a meaningless necklace could replace the hurt John had felt losing his brother.

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I also appologize to Javier because I don't know spanish so his spanish has been reduced to DeepL. I actually dont know if this is too long for tumblr and if I should put it on ao3 instead but we will see.

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The Windows To My Soul [3]

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader

genre: soulmates, angst, fluff, crack

warnings: Please read the 'Summary' of this series, all are listed there!

word count: ~2.8k

summary: Everything is starting to escalate in a way you start questioning if you haven't just fallen into a fanfiction somehow, or maybe the kidnapper had just gotten you and this is all a weird dream.

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I couldn't help but lightly rub at the aching area, playing it off as me fixing my tight turtleneck that suddenly felt a bit too suffocating.

Or so I thought I played it off, right until I saw Minho talk to Chan, the latter now worriedly glancing at my direction and walking towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows as I just watched him, a bit bothered that I understood no fucking word of their conversation still.

"Before we get comfortable and start chit-chatting, we should treat your wounds, Eevee. Where did ya hurt yourself?" - he asked, suddenly kneeling in front of my taken aback form.

I furrowed my eyebrows even harder, because I didn't really feel any pain besides my chest and ever worsening headache. And knowing my body, the former was simply bruised, thanks to my overly sensitive skin.

"You fell pretty hard ya know, there's no way you didn't get hurt from that. Now, show it, before it gets worse, please." - he voiced his concerns, as if sensing my immense confusion.

I looked at my palms instinctually, having landed on them and sure enough, they were scraped and even slightly bleeding. Lightly feeling up my arms for any other injuries -because i couldn't see them from my clothing-, I recoiled when I’d pressed onto my left elbow. I most probably landed on that amidst the harsh fight for my life, so I wasn't truly surprised.

"Can ya roll up your sleeves at all?" - he asked, but I could only shake my head, much to his disappointment.

He dragged a hand across his face and sighed, before meeting my gaze once again.

"You'll have to take it off then."

His tone was as sorry as it could get, but that didn't help my widening eyes and the surprised, strangled sounds that kept dying in my throat before successfully escaping.

"J-just to assess your wounds, I swear! Nothing more!"

The others were snickering at our expense.

Friendship was truly wonderful.

But then I realised something.

"I… don't have any other clothes with me…"

He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch, his eyes seizing up my form and then his bandmates'. He talked to Hyunjin for a bit, the blackett standing up and disappearing down the hall. Not even a minute later he’d returned, a baggy hoodie in his arms, stretched out towards me as if it was an offering.

I confusedly pointed to myself, but he airily chuckled and nodded, offering the piece of clothing to me once more. I took it hesitantly, thanking him and looking back at Chan for further instructions or any form of much needed guidance.

Thankfully, he knew what I wanted and told me where the bathroom was, even pointing in its direction. It was right across the room, the first door on the hallway. I retreated there with the provided hoodie -it was a nice shade of red-, my mind going into overdrive.

Oh god, I was about to wear an idol's hoodie.

What in the wattpad fanfiction was this??

I exhaled, the air coming out shaky and uncertain. I tucked my necklace under my turtleneck and pulled the fabric over my head, nearly unsuccessful in my struggle, although in the end I ended up wrestling it off of my form, thankfully. It was always a harsh battle of survival, one that I’d almost lost way too many times.

After my eventual success, I put down the dark clothing next to the sink, only seeing that as a big enough place to hold the fabric. Before I could grab the hoodie I’d been offered, my eyes noticed my reflection in the mirror and I muttered a few lines of curses under my breath. All in my native tongue, because that language had spicy curse words.

My whole left elbow was purple, a few spots turning almost black. The bruise continued down to my lower arm as well, but in a lighter shade, thankfully. Experimenting and prodding around lightly, nothing seemed broken or out of place. Just really, really heavily bruised.

I couldn't let them see this, they would think I was dying and start panicking, fuck.

I knew my body and thus I knew I was fine, I just bruised way too easily. Grip me hard enough and I would sport a dark bruise there the next day. Normal people weren't like that, but I didn't mind, shrugging off the random bruises I kept finding on my body regularly.

It was all fine, up until that point, that is.

Quickly scanning the rest of my upper body in the mirror, I found no other injuries, which made me let out a big sigh of relief. But… if my ribs weren't bruised, why did my chest hurt? My heart was fine, besides the slightly higher pulse. But that was okay, I was nervous in the presence of goddamn idols I looked up to!

The entire situation confused me, but I knew if I took any longer, they would start worrying and come find me, if not already. So I quickly pulled on the hoodie after fixing my mask, its form engulfing me like a blanket. The arms weren't short either, which was a nice surprise, seeing as I was just a tad bit taller than Hyunjin. His broader shoulders must have balanced it all out.

Smiling, I took my turtleneck and quickly left the bathroom, making a beeline for my bag that I’d left near the front door. After swiftly stuffing the clothing in there -a hard battle-, I hurriedly strode towards the chatting boys, gathering their attention.

"Yah, you look cute in Hyung's hoodie!" - Jisung chirped in, sounds of agreement quick to follow. "N-no, you must be seeing things wrong, very wrong, but thank you for letting me borrow it. It's really comfy." - I waved my arms in defence, embarrassed as their expressions merely turned even more teasing at that, weird enough. "Nah, they're right, but come sit back here so I can look at your arms now."

At the voice of Chan, I immediately did as I was told, not wishing to inconvenience or anger him. He gently started rolling up the right arm of the hoodie, slightly grimacing at the sight of my scraped palms. He pulled out some cotton swabs and disinfectant, warning me that it would sting. I silently nodded, knowing fully well it would, but I didn't mind. It didn't hurt that bad anyway.

After cleaning it out, he started rolling up the hoodie's other sleeve. When he first saw the lighter bruising on my lower arm, his eyebrows furrowed, but the more he saw, the more his eyes widened and his complexion paled.

"Jesus christ, we need to ice this right now. Don't move." - he said with a clear voice, the others watching in horror as they had a full view of my arm now.

"Holy shit Eevee, why didn't you say something earlier?!" - Felix shouted in english, worry dripping from every word. "It didn't hurt, okay?? I'm sorry, I didn't feel it! But it's fine, nothing's broken, I just have sensitive skin. Believe me, please." - I pleaded with him, with them, trying to calm their worries uselessly.

Before I could utter another word, Chan was back, a big ice pack and a cloth in his hands. He instructed me to straighten my arm and I did so, his hands swiftly attaching the ice pack to my arm with the long piece of fabric.

"Is it not too tight?" - he asked and I shook my head in reply.

A sigh left his lips as he looked up at me, and I couldn't help but protest, trying to salvage what I could of the chaotic situation.

"I really do have sensitive skin! I already checked in the bathroom, I could move my arm just fine and nothing felt out of place. My bones are fine, trust me." "I still want to have a doctor look at you though. That should have been our first action, but I wanted to take ya away from there as fast as possible, with the way you were shaken up." "No." "Wh– What do you mean naur?? Eevee, it's your health on the line!" "Tomorrow then… I don't think I could handle anything more today."

His eyes were adamantly looking at mine, a gaze of steel. But eventually, he relented with a sigh.

"Fine, but first thing in the morning we go to a doctor. Only because your arm felt fine, and I trust you did NOT lie about that, yea? Now, bow your head down a bit, lemme check it."

I was surprised he let up so easily, but I could see the exhaustion creeping up on him and I didn't dare not follow his words, as weird as it all felt.

He stood up and leaned down to gently card his fingers through my hair, stopping only after he was satisfied when he didn't find anything.

I tried not to think about it.

Truly, I tried not to.

"Great, now…" - he straightened up and trailed off as I looked up at him.

Following his line of sight, I found myself staring right at my legs.

"I was hoping you would forget about that." - I muttered, glaring at the ground in defiance.

Because of course my knees would be hurt and bruised too, I’d fallen on them as well. But I didn't exactly have a goddamn change of pants on me, to change out of these tight jeans into, now did I?

"No, nono, shh, how about we untie my left arm until I go and check my legs for any injuries? I can't fucking ask you guys for pants too, I just can't. Please?" - I pleaded with him, only seeing him nod with slightly red ears as he untied my arm and I hurried out of the room.

The others were snickering and I could NOT face them. No way in hell. I knew how big of a tease they were, and only at that moment was I happy that I didn't understand any korean at all.

Because Jisung howling along with Hyunjin could only be bad news.

I hurriedly closed the bathroom door and did as I suggested earlier, finding only a few spots of lighter bruises on my knees. They weren't scraped, I could bend them just fine, so I’d quickly put my pants back on and left the room.

Thankfully they were done with the teasing, but I still saw the aftermath of it.

A really flustered Bang Chan.

He was tugging at his ear when he saw me, beckoning me over even as he tried to not meet my eyes as much.

What the fuck did they say to him?

I raised an eyebrow at the others, giving them a slight side-eye, when Felix erupted in a shout of 'BOMBASTIC. SIDE. EYE.' and they started howling with laughter again.

"How are you still sane with them?" - I couldn't help but ask Chan, turning back towards him. "Honestly, I'm not sure anymore." - he sighed, but you could see the adoration for them in his eyes.

Truly, a father of 7 kids.

"Anyway, any other injuries?" - he asked, tying the ice pack to my left arm once more. "Just some light bruising on the knees, I'll survive. Thank you so much."

He waved me off and sat back down into his seat with an exhausted huff, watching over the chaos. But as a fan, I could tell that they weren't at their full potential. Either from exhaustion or something else, I couldn't tell.

They were still at the side eye meme, what did they smoke, I wanted to know.

Jeongin met my gaze and stood up, walking over towards me and sitting down right next to my very puzzled form. I watched him, confused, not knowing what he would want from me.

"You like pokemon?"

Aaah, that made sense. His accent was cute as he was trying to speak in english, my mouth curving up slightly as a result. I nodded back at him, immediately getting the question of what my favourite pokemon was.

"Hmm, that's a hard one. Maybe Mimikyu or Dratini? They're so cute. But I never really played any pokemon games, so my knowledge on them is a bit rusty."

He gaped at me as I heard several offended gasps around the room, apparently gaining the attention of everyone with that one, deadly sentence.

"What do you mean you haven't? What did you grow up on then??" - Felix asked, hopping next to me on my other side. "...Spyro the purple dragon?" "Okay, you are forgiven."

I couldn't help but laugh at him, how his arms were crossed as he nodded approvingly, as if he was an approving parent.

A little tap on my shoulder gained my attention, Jeongin pointing at me and my headphones. I didn't even notice I still had them on, I must have put them back around my neck instinctually having been done with changing clothes, the device’s weight comforting.

"And you like music?"

Ooohh shit, I was hoping we wouldn't go into this territory. The guilt from earlier reared its ugly head up full-force now, but I nodded at his question nevertheless, already knowing what their next question would be.

"What kind do you listen to?"

I almost gave the gut response of 'Stray Kids', because that was what I had been listening to actively for the past years. But I stopped myself in time, looking at him with a blank stare.

"Uuuh, lots, like j-rock, fantasy music, soft rock, anime music–" "YOU WATCH ANIME?!" - Jisung had nearly fallen out of his seat, eyes locked onto my surprised form with a big grin.

Taken aback, I leaned a bit back as I nodded, accidentally bumping into Jeongin. I apologised, but he didn't mind as he steadied me, leaving a hand on my shoulder even after I’d righted myself.

"Sorry, sorry, but what kind? Which ones? What's your favourite? Do you also watch Ghibli? Which movie is your favourite?"

And the conversation derailed into the topic of anime, mainly powered by the quokka and sometimes me, if we were talking about a particularly dear anime to my heart. The others added in their parts too, after all, Jisung was not the only weeb in the group. Just the biggest.

But after god knew how long, I’d gotten a question I never wanted to get.

"Did you come here to get some anime merch? I have some great shop recommendations, if so!"

I blinked, my mind coming to a halt.

Suddenly, I was hyper aware of who I was talking with, who were sitting in the same room as me, sitting next to me. I knew who they were, their ages, what they liked and disliked, hell, even who had what kind of pet. But they didn't know that.

It felt like I was committing a crime, lying to them. Even though they saved me and helped me so much.

The air had gotten stuck in my throat, no amount of gulping unlodging it from its resting place. Everything felt hot, as if I was suffocated from the weight of my sins.

I couldn't do it anymore.

"I-... I actually came for a concert. I apologise for not telling the whole truth before, I swear I didn't do it with bad intentions. I'm a STAY, I know who you all are, I love listening to your songs, and my reason for visiting Japan was for your concert. You can hate me for lying, be angry at me or anything else, I just didn't want any of you to feel pressured to act like an idol in your resting time. You can take my phone away, check for any photos, videos, I don't care, I swear I didn't take any. I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner, I really didn't mean anything bad!"

I was definitely rambling halfway through, my thoughts jumbled and overlapping. It was a miracle I didn't switch languages through all that, even as the speed of my talking increased to a dangerously high degree.

I simply sat there, rigid, my knuckles turning white from how tight I was closing my fists together. I didn't dare look at them, the ground much more interesting as I tried my best not to cry or pass out from the lack of air. Maybe I could miraculously suck my tears back in if I tried hard enough, so I wouldn't sit there with glossy eyes.

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Some Dynamics and Character Lore From GGZ

Given the title, this won't cover everything, especially the dynamics that are present for GGZ-only characters, but I thought I'd make a post for Hi3 characters that are present in GGZ for those of you who like to draw fanart/write fanfiction. As well as the fact that I like talking about GGZ.

Fair warning: this is going to be long, I have a bad habit of going into too much detail on things like this, so please bear with me.

For this post in particular, I was going to focus on multiple characters but this ended up being so long I relegated to it just being about Kiana and Mei, and more specifically two versions of them. I might make a follow up post for Bronya/Seele/Sin at another time.

Trigger warning for attempted suicide below. I feel like I should include this just in case.

Short introduction but that's all I have to say before diving into the material.

Kiana/Mei

It shouldn't really be a surprise that Kiana's greatest dynamic is with Mei and only Mei. The two are a lot more blatant with their feelings and relationship in GGZ. However, their relationship is also more tumultuous than in Hi3. They are a good example of doomed yuri, besides the ending to the Reborn storyline, which is bittersweet at the least and good at the most.

The writing of GGZ carries the same theme as Honkai 3rd, fighting against the fate of the world and for all that's beautiful. GGZ tends to explore the darker aspects to this setting, often times mixing in heavier themes while doubling down on the struggles of the characters. At times, it can be almost over the top, but I think its cohesive and still a finely crafted story.

It should come as no shocker that Kiamei is the primary ship of GGZ, it's outright confirmed that they love each other at points throughout the story. Sometimes it is for lesbian bait, but on the whole I think their writing is good and the way they rely on each other for support is nice.

Kiana and Mei are more grounded in GGZ, if I had to word it. They're still incredibly resilient, but there are times where they crack mentally. It happens to Kiana more than it does to Mei (save for the last arc, where it's all about Mei suffering), but seeing them work through these things does deepen the bond they have.

Now with all that said, let's move on to the actual content of this post.

Retrospective

Retro is the story you play when you first start the game, this is the "first half" of GGZ's story in some regard. GGZ's story and setting is divided into separate eras, with the main two being Retrospective and Reborn. Era Zero, taking place before both of them, was never fully completed unfortunately.

In Retro, Kiana and Mei initially start off on the wrong foot. Mei is sort of hostile towards Kiana (a result of her becoming a Herrscher) and Kiana is a bit insensitive to Mei on introduction, but after learning about Mei's past, Kiana manages to get through to Mei after their battle and the two make up.

Will put it out there that much like Kiana in the Hi3 mangas and early Hi3 story, she's a perv here. Yet her crush on Mei is a genuine thing.

Things calm down for a while, but when Bronya enters the picture and Mei begins to dote on her like a big sister, Kiana gets a little...possessive, and jealous. She's quite immature when it comes to romance in Retro. And while Mei is more serene about things she does care for Kiana too.

The two have their own unresolved matters, however. For Kiana, it's finding her dad who went missing when she was young (note: Kiana in GGZ is not a clone like in Hi3, this is the real and original Kiana Kaslana). And for Mei, it's regarding Ryoma's sentencing and his ties to Anti-Entropy. The two bring it up at points and reassure each other that they will find their dads which is sweet.

Things take a turn for the worse when Cocolia attacks St. Freya with the Moonlight Throne battleship. When the ship crashes into the church where the furnace containing the core of the second Herrscher is (yeah they stored Sirin's core there), Kiana somewhat fuses with the core and has a complete mental breakdown when Cocolia reveals the truth about Siegfried and how Kiana murdered him when she accidentally became a Herrscher while young.

This causes Kiana to become a Herrscher due to the rising amounts of Honkai energy in her body. If you're wondering about Cocolia, she dies by heading into the Honkai furnace and gets swallowed up by all the Honkai.

Kiana kills everyone after becoming the Herrscher of Finality (or Herrscher of The End, Final Herrscher etc), and the last person she kills is Mei.

It's a sad scene through and through, and the CGs are great. Even more so because at the end, when Kiana and Mei are floating above the world, Kiana still cries while the world ends.

See you in the next world originates from this scene. Very good piece of music.

So what happens after? The world ends, Mei and everyone die, but what happens to Kiana?

Kiana became a puppet for the Honkai, even after the initial catastrophe that occurred at St. Freya, small groups of people managed to survive the world-wide Honkai eruption. But they too would be wiped out by Kiana.

She didn't move, she didn't think anymore, and she had no emotion. Only when the Honkai needed her to kill whatever remnants of civilization rose up did she move.

This carried on for hundreds of years, or tens of thousands, but by the end Kiana had killed all of humanity.

And then she regained her consciousness and was faced with the reality of how many she had killed and how much blood she had spilled. To save herself from the suffering she tried to end her life, but because she was a Herrscher, she was immortal.

No one could kill Kiana, not even Kiana herself. When Kiana realized this fact she gave up all resistance. She deluded her mind with memories of the past and paralyzed herself on the spear she had impaled herself with, until the day Honkai disappeared from the world.

Quite the terrible end. I won't be covering Reborn in this post, but I thought it would be cool to write about the Fire Moth DLC side story, since their relationship in that story builds off of Retro.

Fire Moth

To understand Kiana and Mei's relationship in Fire Moth, you first need an understanding of the setting. The events of Fire Moth happen during Reborn's story, during the story chapters as a matter of fact.

But Fire Moth itself technically takes place in a stigma space where the world has turned desolate five years after Kiana became a Herrscher and destroyed everything. It should be noted that this is the world contained in the stigma space, so the setting of the story is not taking place in the real world. The backstories and characters are acting upon how they were in Retro (and were materialized by Kyuushou's memories of them).

This is Kyuushou's stigmata space, and she has the stigmata of both Kiana and Mei from Retro. Hence why this world bears so much familiarity to Retro.

Most life on the surface is dead, and the survivors in Nagazora have banded together to form the organization "Fire Moth", or "Moth Who Chases The Flame", under the leadership of an older Bronya.

Houraiji Kyuushou is the protagonist of Fire Moth, and you play through the story as her amnesiac self. Kiana is still the Final Herrscher, and rather than a being who is carrying out the Honkai's will endlessly, or someone who still has enough emotion and humanity to cry, this Kiana has gone deep into nihilism and has become devoid of most emotion.

This is a Kiana who knows what happened thousands of years ago and guilt has eaten away at her and left her with nothing.

CG of Kiana when Kyuushou first meets her in a dream.

To get a good idea of what Kiana and Mei are going through in Fire Moth, how about this short conversation I machine-translated. Might be inaccurate, I don't know Chinese that well! But hopefully it helps. Some of it has been taken from Guns Girl Z Cutscene Interpreter as well, I translated some of the text that was still in Chinese.

(Mei's text is purple, and Kiana's is blue).

Mei…what would you do if the world didn't fall apart?

If it hadn't collapsed...

I would probably have been like an ordinary girl, studying something I like, enrolling in a university I wished to go to, and then starting my own family, and walking through a happy and uneventful life with the person I love.

Kiana, what about you?

For me…as long as I'm with Mei, I'm already satisfied.

Really…don't say such embarrassing things...If it's Kiana then there must be something more worthy of pursuing.

If it's the old me…I do have hundreds of wishes I want to fulfill...

I wanted to attend the same school as Mei, eat our bento together under a cherry blossom tree, and spend our entire lunch break lazily.

I want to travel around the world with Mei, take pictures of us in beautiful landscapes, and keep our figures in a precious photo album forever.

I want to build a small cabin by the sea with Mei, watch the tide rise and fall together, collect seashells on the sand blown by the sea breeze together, and then fall asleep under the embrace of the moonlight.

There are so many more wishes…well there are so many more plans too..

But now…

I just want to stay by your side quietly like this forever.

Mei...please give me your hand.

Yes...

If it's possible, will you stay with me until the end of the world?

Kiana…thank you.

Thank you for loving me so much. For protecting me so much.

But both of us, no, we all, we all understand.

That this is a long-cherished wish that simply cannot be fulfilled.

Because...because all of it...has been destroyed by your hands.

Every promise has been turned into ash... and we can never go back.

I'm so sorry Kiana...I'm so sorry.

It's time for us to say our farewells...

(Kiana alone with Mei's ribbon).

...

I understand.

In fact, I understand it better than anyone.

This is the mistake I made...I've destroyed our future with my own hands.

Such an ending is the best punishment for me.

Alone in a world without you. Even death is too kind for me.

(There's a little bit more to this scene, but it's not relevant to this post).

During the final battle between Kiana and Mei (they're both in the same nihilistic and existential boat here, so naturally they are the two overarching antagonists), when Mei falls in battle, Kiana bids her farewell and calls Mei her "only regret".

At the end of Fire Moth, Kyuushou manages to reignite Kiana's wish from forty-two thousand years ago, which was to bring hope to the world. What Kiana was chasing all this time was a sliver of hope in a world that gave her none.

Kiana relinquishes her existence after their battle, so she along with Mei disappear from the world entirely. No one remembers them and nobody recognizes their names. Kyuushou remarks that Kiana's dream was to live in a world without Honkai, a sentiment echoed by both Kiana and Mei.

Fun fact: if you 100% all of Fire Moth, you get this wonderful CG of the two.

Conclusion

If you made it this far, thanks. I'm a bit out of my element when writing things like this, so if you have any questions on anything I'd be happy to answer them. I appreciate GGZ a lot, so making this was fun and I hope I can do more of it for the others.

I have a nagging feeling this was a bit too long, so I apologize for that. I ended up explaining a lot of GGZ's lore when this was mainly supposed to be about relationship dynamics...oops.

But to summarize, Kiana and Mei's relationship isn't entirely different from what they have in Hi3, but just like in Hi3 they have their own struggles and nuances. Mostly in the formed of doomed yuri but that's beside the point. I like their relationship in GGZ, at times its as simple as a few exchanges before a battle, and at others its the crux of the story itself.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoyed the read!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Damn, I just imagined what the sequel would be like:

After Dum Dum's morning medical check-up, Donnie headed to his laboratory. Upon entering, he went directly to his chair in front of the large digital screen of his computer, turning behind him to check that there were no intruders in the area. of his work. When he confirmed one hundred percent that there was no one, he turned his gaze back to the screen, grabbing the mouse and directing it to the recordings of the communicators, specifically Leo's. From his battle shell she took out some popcorn and a canned soft drink, settled into his chair, to finally listen to the recording.

"Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim: Hot Soup and Alien Worms - Episode 18: The Ambush of the Alien Worms"

Leo's voice on the communicator began to narrate and Donnie just listened.

…

The recording was at minute 18, the chapters normally lasted between twenty-one to twenty-three minutes, so it wasn't long before the plot ended in this episode. The narrative directed Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim being surrounded by the enemy, with no line of escape. Donatello leaned forward in his chair as if this way he could hear better, even though he was wearing his headphones.

"- Well, Jim… it was a pleasure fighting by your side.

-The pleasure was all mine.

The alien worms pounced of them.

Will this be the end of Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim? Don't miss it in the next episode Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim: Hot Soup and Alien Worms - Episode 19: A Promise to the Stars"

The recording ended there, Donnie was left with his heart in his mouth because of the suspense of that ending, although he said to himself that episode 7 was even worse. He wanted to know what happened next, reviewing the recordings, there was only one left, thinking it was the final chapter, he clicked. The only thing he heard was creaking and grunting, loud banging sounds and metallic clashes. Was he using realistic sounds for the battle scenes? That is new.

"What, you finally realized that your life is insignificant, that you can no longer fight for it?"

The Kraang, it was the voice of the Kraang.

"Heh, in your dreams mutant mucus"

The next thing you heard was a slimy sound and Leo's voice screaming.

"At least your blood manages to combine those horrible marks you have"

If what he heard was horrible to Donnie (he didn't even know why he was still listening), the next thing was the worst sound he could have heard in his entire life.

Leo's crying, desperate, scared… alone, alone with that monster.

He couldn't take it anymore, his hand moved on its own, advancing the recording, only to hear Mikey's voice shouting for Leo's name.

"Hey guys, took you long enough"

It was the moment they had rescued him.

-End of recording-

Donnie removed the headphones and his gaze stayed on the screen for a long moment, thinking. Thinking about what he had just heard, analyzing the previous recordings with the last one, realizing that all those recordings of Leo narrating were much deeper than he believed. Before, I thought this fanfiction was nonsense and out of curiosity I grabbed it as entertainment, but for Leo it was something else, it was the only way in which Leo could be united with the world he had left, telling stories, it was his entertainment. He was his own sanity, he was his only company, listening to himself on a recording, like a narrator's voice in an action series, listening to his happy voice to replace the moments where he was crying or screaming.

This was the only thing Leo had left in that prison.

If he hadn't listened to that last recording, he might have tried to figure out how he was doing the next episode, perhaps with the rat fever in its stage 6, but now that doesn't matter anymore. He got up from his chair and left the laboratory, heading to the medical room, only to find Leo alone on the stretcher, watching how he trembled in his dreams, nightmares that surely took him back to that horrible place. He stayed next to him, caressing his shell so that he knew that he was no longer alone, and that he would never again need recordings and stories for company, now he was home with his family and Donnie was going to make sure of that.

----

Hey, I hope you don't mind this idea that occurred to me and is not my language, sorry if there was any mistake.

If you don't like me, I understand.

[ cw: torture implied / trauma / ]

❤️ I don’t mind at all, I love this! It adds such a sad but true note to my silly post, and I think you conveyed the nuance of the situation really well! Because yeah, although it’s funny to think about Leo making up crossover fanfiction of all things during his time in the Prison Dimension, it doesn’t change what he went through there, it just makes it more bearable for him.

Great writing, thank you!!❤️❤️

[boydepartment]

i have something to say and idk if it’s controversial or not. noncon/dubcon mentioned

i’ve had to block a few ppl in the enhypen tag like just #enhypen or #riki or #riki x reader . because of how much

noncon/dubcon riki stuff is in the predominately sfw tags.

i do not personally agree with that little community who writes sm-t for him bc all of them have this ego complex of “i’m just better bc i don’t care >:(“ no, you have a really irresponsible and immature mindset when it comes to conflict. just because you “don’t care” doesn’t make you a good person or better than people who tell you to c-t yourself or d-e. it’s even worse if you’re like “i know i’m not a good person >:)” like okaaaay joker go rob a bank or something then.

back to the point- it’s to the grey area of time now where you can’t really stop them now anyways because it’s down to personal preference and their comfort of writing for him that way whether it’s “morally correct” to me or anyone reading this or not.

the one hill i will die on though, is i do not fw dubcon or noncon. even if its written as a trauma response sharing it and pushing your idols or celebrities(riki or other idols) into that is extremely horrible. if you write it because of trauma- keep it to yourself, and that’s none of my business. people cope in different ways whether i agree with it or not. writing your favorite idols as r-pists or manipulators to get what they want s-ually is extremely messed up especially when posted onto a public platform in regular #(insert idol group) and predominantly not nsfw tags. it’s irresponsible and subjects a younger audience(especially on tumblr. ao3 is another mess but at least ao3 is primarily used by an older crowd) to being exposed to thinking intimate acts like that is normal, when its absolutely not. and you might think “who would think that? it’s writing!” the amount of times people have openly stated in the fanfiction community admitting that they have never had s-x but will just write what they’ve picked up on is insane. same argument that p—n ruins mental health and mental image of healthy relationships if exposed to watching and consuming that content for too long.

this is coming from someone who was r—ed. i think it’s extremely insensitive to push idols onto that whether it’s written as a trauma response to the action or not. you’re putting innocent people and writing them as r-pists. fiction or not that’s weird.

and if it’s not written as a trauma response, i don’t understand the smut dubcon/noncon community’s fascination of getting r-ped. it’s a terrible thing to happen and i don’t wish it on anyone. the ptsd from it and how unclean you feel is so gut wrenching and there’s nothing you can do about it. part of your life gets taken from you and you can never get it back. there is lifelong trauma after that. almost everyday i wish after it happened to me he just killed me so i wouldn’t have to live with it. i still get nightmares and it’s led to sh and other mental issues that i just have to deal with now. why is that a fantasy to people?

back to the topic of people writing noncon/dubcon for riki (or any other idol but i’ve been seeing WAY too much for riki)

i might get comments saying “it’s not that serious it’s fanfiction it’s not real”

you’re writing about an 18 year old boy r-ping someone (the READER)

it’s the same argument of nsfw drawings of characters who are children. just bc it’s not real doesn’t mean it’s not fucked up and weird.

it is that serious and it’s weird and gross and mentally deranged. i will die on that hill.

i wont attack these people or start fights like i used to, i have a life outside of tumblr. but on my downtime i do check the #enhypen tag. and to see this shit sometimes floating around or even on the #riki tag. is just fucked.

idk it just upsets me, i obviously block these people and move on from my life bc i have goldfish memory but there’s like five accounts that just kept popping up in the past week that i’ve had to block. i know some people might be like “oh you really showed them!!1!!1!” in an annoying way, but either way i stand by my point that it’s fucked up and i’m human so i’m allowed to get upset by it.

[comradekarin]

Daemon was possibly worst off that Alicent and Rhaenyra in the repetitive scene front and yet he managed to gather the biggest land army TB has. Jacaerys secured key alliances with the North, Vale and the Twins & suggested a more stable version of the dragonseed plan. Aemond is hadcore carrying Team Black. Cole had managed to basically cut Dragonstone by land and his plan took down the most dangerous dragon the Blacks had. They Did Stuff, amidst having their own emotional character arcs and they have made moves that are logical and further their causes. The biggest thing Rhaenyra did was a desperate ritual sacrifice, giving dragons to guy she doesn't know anything of and one of which is very obvious loose cannon. The most significant thing Alicent did was... sell her entire side off, which kinda goes against her previous characterization. Rhaenys? Died the silliest death, by being a experienced dragon rider that allowed a downed lizard the size of a building to sneak up on her. Rhaena left All her resposibilities, to go chase a dragon in the dumbest way possible, without any forethought; the amount of plot armor required for a girl without provisions to survive IN THE VALE (where raiders are plentiful, remember Cate and Co having to fight back in GoT) in colder times. There' a pretty big difference in how men and women were portrayed and I wouldn't call the show particularly feminist, despite the overexposition of Rhaenyra and Alicent.

anon, you perfectly articulated my thoughts. the men in the show are able to have their own emotional arcs without it hindering the execution of their end goals. on the other hand, all the female characters follow this identical “no violence” prototype that actually harms not just their relationship with other characters but the narrative itself. and what’s worse is that a few of these female characters are portrayed differently than their season 1 counterparts. in season 2, there are a lot of contradictions and inconsistent characterizations that don’t serve a narrative purpose. and this is not to say that all of the men are perfectly written, either, nor am i trying to imply that rational characters are inherently good characters. but, all of the choices the female characters are making aren’t reflective of their season one traits, let alone the books. and these choices are being made so we can stick with this narrative that “its the men that are violent, and all the women are trying to navigate around them”. it’s silly. i go further into how exactly here.

i do wonder what we mean when we say a piece of film is “feminist” though. just because female characters are centered in a show doesn’t inherently mean a work is inherently feminist. as you said, rhaenyra and alicent do have the most screentime in the show yet nothing of substance is really created with that time. how can the show even be seen as “feminist” when the women are reduced to these one dimensional archetypes that don’t move the plot forward.

furthermore, how many times can the writers get away with the narrative that “fire and blood is ambiguous and not wholly rooted in truth”? it’s true, yes, but they are using this to make drastic changes to characters and plots that don’t even make sense half the time. it’s just bad writing. yet when i bring up how drastic the writing between the male and female characters are in the show differ, everyone throws a fit. it’s not wrong to have critiques, especially when the writing choices made in the show resemble one of fanfiction. at what point does “taking creative liberty” turn into “writing what i want to see”?

again, this is not me hating the show per se. i still have my own favorite characters, favorite moments, and favorite dynamics. i just wish the intentions with the female characters were there. how the writers baited the audience into thinking this would be the case with the season one finale just for it to not turn out to be true? it’s just wild to me.

[cartoonartistpng]

Sonic AU Idea

Y’all remember the Metal Virus in IDW? Of course you do what am I talking about

Well lots of people were all “oh imagine the angst if sonic got fully corrupted!”

Has anyone considered the idea of a Zombot Sonic… not attacking innocents? And I don’t mean in the “oh but there’s still good in him 🥺” way. He’ll still attack anyone in his way, but imagine that unlike other Zombots, Sonic isn’t aiming for infection of just anyone.

No, imagine a Zombot Sonic whose biggest target is Dr. Eggman himself.

Let’s say this happens during Sunset City’s invasion. Sonic becomes completely corrupted much to his friends’ horror and yet- instead of attacking the survivors, he runs off. (Unlike Shadow, Sonic’s speed isn’t enabled by his shoes. His speed is a physical aspect, and it’s established than any physics capabilities of victims are carried over to Zombot form.)

I like to imagine this takes place when Shadow arrives. The change here is that Sonic picks up that Shadow isn’t taking his warnings seriously and—instead of running like intended—spins around to try and impress upon him the severity. Sonic argues, exhaustion and frustration clouding his mind. But Shadow still won’t listen.

Shadow turned back to the imminent threat, ignoring the garbled frustrations of his rival.

He heard Sonic growl, his voice talking on an electric warble. “Why won’t you just listen to m-“

Silence. Then, a gasp and screams from the survivors. Shadow glanced over his shoulder… and his eyes widened in surprise.

“He’s one of them!”

“He failed! Sonic’s failed!”

“I-If Sonic couldn’t fight ‘em, what hope do we have?”

“Who’s gonna save us!”

“We’re all gonna die!”

“Everyone! Please calm down and get inside the truck!” Rouge yelled from somewhere within.

But Shadow could only stare. Sonic had become a Zombot and gazed at the other hedgehog with a coldness he’d never seen grace the hero’s face.

The situation just got much, much worse.

Shadow readied his battle stance.

Yet- Yet Sonic didn’t move. Not at first. He snarled but, instead of leaping at Shadow, he turned his head toward the west… and took off.

Shadow continues fighting, this time being far more cautious, and helps the transport truck escape. Shadow is then the one tasked with stopping Sonic, as the only one who can match his speed. (Since Sonic is high level threat, it’s doesn’t take much to convince). Using Sonic’s communicator, they’re able to track his coordinates, but there’s no rhyme or reason to his path… at first.

“Its almost like he’s… searching for something.” Tails pondered.

Shadow gets there and Eggman tries placing the agent between himself and Sonic. Sonic charges at Shadow… but then completely runs around him and at the doctor. Shadow tried fighting, but quickly realizes that Sonic’s ignoring him in favor of trying to infect Eggman.

See, Sonic has been fighting Eggman practically his whole life—it’s second nature at this point—and, let’s be honest, Sonic was wracking up quite the anger directed at the doctor. Because this is fanfiction, let’s say that this instinct somewhat influences Zombot Sonic.

Zombot Sonic is the biggest threat at this point. Not just because of his physical prowess, but also because his version of the virus is so mutated, it infects at a higher rate than its sister-mutation. The one solace that Sonic’s friends have?

That Zombot Sonic’s sole target is Eggman.

On one hand, no one would feel any pity for Eggman to fall at the hands of his own virus. On the other hand… If Eggman’s infected, who would Zombot Sonic target next?

So it kinda becomes into this weird thing of both keeping Eggman uninfected while also using him as bait.

I think the idea of Zombot Sonic being able to track down Eggman could be potentially terrifying. Constantly on the move. Nothing stopping him. No matter where Eggman runs, no matter where Eggman hides; Zombot Sonic can and will find him.

Zombie Terminator Sonic.

[agerefandom]

Caregiver!Loki and Regressor!Reader

Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022 

Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack

part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there 

some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off 

the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely 

you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop 

one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk! 

you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you 

the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears 

you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay) 

eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone... 

-(continued under ‘keep reading’) 

the cat returns a few days later, showing up without warning in your kitchen

it mostly visits when you’re regressing, but sometimes comes to sit on the couch while you’re watching TV 

it’s a very strange cat: aside from its mysterious comings-and-goings, it never purrs, although it seems to enjoy the pets

it also refuses to sit on your lap or eat any of the treats you bought for it, simply sitting or lying beside you and biting your hand if you stop petting it 

you simply call your new friend kitty, unsure if the cat belongs to another inhabitant 

one day, you catch it jumping and hooking the door handle to let itself out of your apartment, which assuages your secret fear that the cat was a hallucination 

-

it all comes to a head when a person from your past comes knocking on your door when you’re regressing with kitty 

you don’t know how they found you, but you curl up and wait for them to leave, but they start yelling through the door and you can’t block them out 

suddenly, your cat runs into the hallway and you hear a stranger with an accent firmly telling the person to leave now before things escalate 

it seems to work, because the banging and yelling stops, but you’re still lost and confused and where is your cat? 

you crawl into the hallway and stop, shocked: there’s a man standing in your apartment, a familiar man, you saw him on the news, isn’t he the one who was fighting the Avengers last year? 

he turns and sees you and his eyes widen: a second later, there’s a familiar cat in his place, with bright green eyes and they’re the same eyes- 

a moment later, the man is back, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a rueful smile

“that was a bit too late, wasn’t it? I don’t suppose I could convince you not to tell the Avengers?” 

-

and that’s how you learn that Loki has been sneaking out of his prison cell in Stark Tower to wander the city in feline form, and that means that your cat is actually a god and you are too tired to process this 

“there are worse enemies than the Avengers,” Loki says, when you ask why he doesn’t just escape properly

when you’ve calmed down a bit, Loki asks if he can keep visiting you, especially when you’re regressed 

the reminder that a stranger has been there for something so embarrassing has you panicking again, but Loki assures you that it’s charming, and not unusual in Asgard 

finally you give in, and Loki becomes your caregiver 

he’s still more comfortable with physical affection in his feline form, but he’ll stretch back to human to refill your bottles and fetch snacks 

sometimes he even becomes a panther, curling around you and forming a warm nest of fur for you to sleep in 

[white-poppie]

Hello how are you? I’d like to request killua x f reader headcanons where the reader has pet dragons. Like you can tell she’s weak and yet when a giant creature shows up behind her it’s bound to be a little menacing. I’m sorry I know this is a weird request I’m just obsessed with dragons 😭

How to train your Dragon (ft. Y/N and Killua)

Okay first off, this is just adorable.

Okay so Killua really undermined you when he first saw you, he liked how nice and gentle you were, but you were too weak to be interesting.

However Gon really adored you, so you invited both of them to your house.

And Boom, he was quacking in his boots when he saw this ginormous Dragon greet you like a puppy.

The Zoldycks have a large dog as a pet too, but a dragon?? that's a whole new level.

He is just standing there like: 🧍

And you are like "Oh don't worry he doesn't bite."

Yeah, clearly he doesn't bite, he just kills on the spot-

Gon is already trying to befriend the Dragon and Killua is just holding him by his T-shirt to stop him from running like Bro chill, that's a whole Dragon, not a puppy.

If the Dragon helps in fights I hate to break it to you, but Killua will sometimes make fun of that.

He'll be like "Oh you can't even fight without (dragon name?)"

Oh god if you start crying he genuinely feels like the worst scum on the earth.

What's worse? Your Dragon is growling at Killua for making you cry.

Timeskip to the next day, and you wake up to see your dragon decorated with flower garlands and stick-on sequins and stickers on its scales.

He is holding one end of a banner and your dragon is holding another end of the banner which reads 'I'M SORRY.' You try to ignore the slight burns on Killua's clothes.

Anyways after that you guys just got closer, and the things that Killua made fun of started looking cuter.

Like look how fragile you look next to the dragon Jskdoeidowedui

Or the way you care about everyone, he is so enamoured by it.

Boy is head over heels but doesn't know how to process his feelings.

UNTIL you are in a fight where you end up getting hurt badly.

My guy goes absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Then its pretty obvious tbh you guys just figure it out eventually,

Dragon best wingman!

Idk what this is I am sorry if you don't like it.

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[shuttershocky]

As I approach the end of the VN, I was wondering if you had any recommendations on what should the next step be in consuming Tsukihime content?

If you're up for more VNs, there's Kagetsu Tohya. It's kind of a much worse prototype of Fate/Hollow Ataraxia and almost unplayable without a flowchart guide (I say almost, because I went into it without a guide and finished it. Eventually.) but the it's pretty significant as the first and only time where Type-Moon accepted fanfiction submissions to be included as part of their game, and the winner of this (it's the side story featuring a victim of Nrvnqsr) was actually so good that Nasu said "If the submissions are this good then I'll be out of a job!"

That fanfic writer ended up becoming the author of Overlord lol.

On the other hand, you have the Melty Blood games and mangas.

Set after the nonexistent (for now) Satsuki route, Shiki steps back as as the alchemist Sion Eltnam Atlassia takes the role of the main protagonist. Melty Blood mostly leaves the gothic horror of Tsukihime behind as it replaces it with robot maids, giant Akiha, mad scientist Kohaku, and other goofy concepts to fit a fighting game, but if it has to go back, it will, and its vampire horror is very, very good.

Melty Blood's new characters are also fantastic additions. Sion and Riesbyfe are fan-favorites of course, but characters with very little scenes in Tsukihime and KT like Len and Satsuki also enjoy more attention this time around. Some of the added characters like Miyako even got retconned back into Tsukihime in the Remake.

[aimportantdragoncollector]

Kyo Kara Maoh! is a series that Hisashi and Yoichi would love/hate. Its an anime where a teenager gets isekai-ed into a magical world where is is told he's the reincarnation of the demon king and to help demons wage war on the unmagical humans. It's important to note that the protagonist travels back and forth between the 2 worlds. Later in the series protagonists older brother discovers what is going on and immediately butts in thinking he needs to protect his younger brother. All for One absolutely ignores that the protagonist uses his political position to fight xenophobia and discrimination and that the protagonist accidentally gets himself engaged to another man within hours of arriving to the demon country's capitol whereas Yoichi lives vicariously through protagonists adventures and lives for all of the blatant homoerotic subtext sprinkled throughout the series.

Ya know, just to mix up their fandom fights over Captain Hero. I think AfO would make AU's where the older brother is actually the demon king

Ah, Kyo Kara Maoh, what a blast from my reading past. I can see why you thought of the Shigaraki brothers. They would be writing competing fanfiction. AFO has a monopoly on the dark AUs and Yoichi just wants more romance. If they don't know each other's identities then they will get into social media fights. If they do know, the fights will be even worse.

[tossawary]

Needing something to play in the background during the day, I have started watching Transformers G1 and have now finished the first season. It is very funny to visit the original after getting most of my information through Fandom Osmosis and passing acquaintanceship with more recent Transformers media. I decided to start at the beginning (terrible decision, I know, I will not be changing it) because I have like 40+ hours per week that need background sound and I like studying adaptational choices over time, so I intend to progress through a bunch of Transformers shows in chronological order.

It's kind of like Star Trek: TOS (Star Trek is better) in that I find parts of it very charming, there are plenty of aspects that are even compelling in their potential, but it's also... bad. A lot of it is Very Bad, sometimes in a very funny way and sometimes in a way that is just Not Good and even Problematic. I cannot possibly recommend it.

The animation quality is understandably very low due to the context of its creation (television show from the 80s made to sell toys). I like a few of the Cybertron background paintings, but it still takes me a second to tell a lot of the characters apart, partially because there is a revolving door for supporting characters. The writing quality is even worse. The physics is all over the place. The powers and abilities are completely arbitrary. None of the science works. No one can decide what body parts the Cybertronians actually have. There is way more mind control in this show than I ever expected there to be. This is apparently an alternate universe where the Earth has various types of energy crystals. The Idiot Ball trope is flying all over the place like dodgeballs and the characters are repeatedly hitting themselves with it constantly. Some of the accents are quite silly, yeah, but it still doesn't justify how some people type them out in fanfiction.

And yet I am still mildly entertained, probably because I am already partial to both animation and space opera with robots. And I recognize enough of the characters to find these early versions of them very funny. And some parts of this extended toy commercial were very clearly Done With Love.

Megatron and Starscream are like two halves of a whole idiot. The Decepticons are incapable of not betraying each other for more than a few episodes. Except for Soundwave, who is the MVP of the Decepticons, and yet also does nothing to stop any of the drama. Both sides can just Make New Guys at any time apparently and the Dinobots should unionize. I think Optimus Prime essentially "ok boomer"ed Megatron in the second episode and it was justified. I can't believe that Shockwave didn't just straight up stage a coup or otherwise move on in 4 million years, like, man, DUMP HIS ASS already. Bumblebee has apparently always been Very Smol and Just A Little Guy. Because this is a kids show, all these giant robots are constantly calling the Mortal Enemies They Want Dead "dweebs" and "nerds" and "twerps" and it's Very Funny. And I'm just going to assume that Sparkplug is a nickname and not an adult human man's legal name.

Also, I know the reason that the human kids are in the show is so that the show can go, "Look! This could be you! Being friends with all your favorite giant robots!" But it very much comes off as the Autobots having no real context for Spike's age or squishiness, probably because their own newborns are already able to fight. And Carly's introduction involving renting scuba gear and breaking into the Decepticon base makes her look (and I mean this with bewildered affection) fucking nuts, girl.

[ulquichaan]

Miraculous Ladybug - my thoughts.

Hello!

It's been a while, I know. But I come back to rant yet again! I'm sorry for any mistakes in advance - its 2am and the thoughts won't let me sleep so I have to get them out there somewhere. If you don't want to waste your time - skip it. If you actually want to read it, I'll have a cookie waiting for you at the end of this. :3

My journey with MLB.

Miraculous was that one show that I got to know about through a parody of it on polish yt channel called Surreactor. I didn't know what it was about but it looked interesting and that was a point in time when season 3 was just starting to come out. Sooo, as the curious child I was - I gave it a go. And it captured me very easily.

At first all I wanted is for Adrien and Mari to finally get together. I never had big thoughts about it. Then I got bored between new episodes and just... forgot about it.

After some time however I came back to it. It was somewhere around 4th season airing. I returned to it, watched it all over again and it captured me yet again. I completely fell in love with Adrien as character and started to read loads of fanfiction about the two main heroes. I got invested, started to draw the characters in different settings and what not. I started even posting here on tumblr the rants that blew out about Adrien and about Black Cat holders as a whole just because I was frustrated on how little love he got or that I couldn't find any theories that would make sense.

I made new friend, started to plan stories more than I did before, returned to RP with my old friend through messenger and more.

It was a blow of creativity of mine at that time. You maybe you know of "Sky Is The Limit"? That was the point for me where I had so many ideas that I had to do something with at least one of them. Talking about an overload, right?

Season 4 finale - the best finale in this show in my honest opinion. Though I am based so who cares.

The point is - I deeply fell in love with this fandom for the most part.

And then... season 5 happened.

At first I was hooked. Really. I felt that it was going in the right direction and I even wanted to watch it later so I could see it in order.

Oh boy, did I get disappointed. Very disappointed.

I was never a Senti-Adrien fan, let's be real. But the execution? Even worse.

The finale? The fight yea, fun. But why cut out Adrien out of it???

Chloe as mayor? ARE YOU FOR FUCKING REAL? It's losing braincells more and more.

And I know the plot armor was always evident in this show and all.... but i feel like it was knocked up 10 times or more in season 5 to the point it could beat Game of Thrones seasons 7 and 8. (Yeah, I know what should compare two shows where one is fenomenal and the other has always been trash, but you can't argue with me that seasons 7 and 8 weren't rushed and had very poor execution)

To say that I was angry is an understatement. I HATED season 5 with every fiber of my existence. I still do, but I'm far more calm about it than I was originally. Believe it or not.

I saw all the drama in the fandom. When people complained about the show and other people came in to defend it. And I have to say - I can see where both sides are coming from.

To the people who enjoy it, all of it - I'm glad you do! I really am!

However.

I can clearly see where the hate is coming from and anytime I saw a valid critique I couldn't help but agree with it. There were some awesome responses to that critique even from people who do enjoy the show still, but there were always people who I'll call "white knights".

Aka people who will ride-or-die for the show and always say there is nothing wrong with it!

Oh how I hate this way of thinking....

Little message to those white knights - yes there are pure haters that hate just to hate, but in the spectrum of people who are critiquing the show are also people who loved it and got disappointed. When people are angry/dissapointed they usually feel the need to express themselves and forums like Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter, are just perfect for ranting. I have spent fair share in the horse gaming community to know that every flop will have a retaliation and shutting up people will make them only more angry. :|

I stopped liking the show. Why am I coming back to it?

That's a question that started to bother me just as I was going to sleep.

I have watched Hazbin Hotel (Lucifer my beloved) and fell deeply in love with it. I always liked Vivzie's Hellaverse being it Helluva Boss and now Hazbin, but there is something that just came back to me.

I started yet again imagining Adrien and Marinette but in the helllaverse. Or what if I merged hellaverse and Miraculous together in some way. Or other crazy ideas that will never see the light of day.

It's always those two characters for the most part. But the moment those two show up, the rest of Miraculous cast does too.

I fell put of the show. I don't like it. Why do I keep coming back?

My thought is - the fandom and the work it did for the characters.

I have always loved to read fanfiction even it came to miraculous. And it's always SO MANY! With many different variants of the world or entirely different settings. Ofc there are some bad fics, but the good ones are those that captured my heart and made me love the characters even more.

Let's put in some examples (and recommendations if you want to check them out):

Happiness by Somewhere_Out_Here

Once a Thief, always a Thief by @saijspellhart

Bakery Enemies by @buggachat

Heaven in hiding by @livinglittlelie

I'll guess your heart, if you guess mine by PurpleHeartsOne

Chat Blanc's Moon Waltz by @rileyclaw

The comic dubs by PhantomSavage

The little comics like "Passionate Kiss" by @edendaphne

All of these are just very few examples from multitude of content I devoured when I was in the love stage for MLB. And those things are STILL SO GOOD. (You have to check it out if you haven't already)

The point is - the fandom fell in love with the concept and if not that, then the characters. Yes, they aren't perfect. Some would say they are very much Mary Sue-ish. Some would say they are badly written. While the fact is - the characters themselves aren't badly written, the plot is just badly handled.

I can see why people love Marinette, she is quirky, funny and her ideas, while absurd most of the time, they work. And that's fine! She is supposed to be creative and what not. A great friend to have in corner, that for sure :3

Adrien on the other hand is supposed to be a bundle of issues that come with living a sheltered life and the want to be free.

(The movie handled Marinette much better than the show, let's be real here)

Sad fact - the writers of the show couldn't handle all of the potential they set up. But the fandom could and that's what's beautiful in my opinion.

The show may not be a masterpiece but they made some aspects of it so enjoyable and investing (love-square) that other people decided to execute those good things in their own stories and create something else.

The characters are just so easy to put into other stories too. Because they are written in the way they are (even if poorly handled at times) the aspects of them are very flexible, which in turn makes them easy to incorporate into other AUs.

For me it proves that you don't need a very complicated and deep character to make your story memorable. Even tho that certainly helps depending on your story. Miraculous was really lucky it got that creative fandom in the first place.

And this is what is beautiful.

Ending, some plans of mine that who knows if they will see the light of day. :]

This is only for those who are interested what I have been up to and what do i plan with this blog:

I am not quitting tumblr, oh no. I'll be probably reposting some stuff that I like from time to time.

I am returning to write "Sky Is The Limit", however I am completely rewriting it for the.... 7th time? Something like that. I doubt I'll finish it anytime soon at this rate and if I get the need to draw I might draw few characters from there or designs I have planned.

I have a very big project in mind that I might probably make a new blog for. It's still just an idea but I getting closer to actually being made so stay tuned.

I will start posting stuff from Hazbin Hotel. I fell deeply in love with Lucifer's character and you can't unglue me from that duck man!!

Other than that I went to university and I'm enjoying my time here so yeah.

And here is your cookie for reading all that! You're a legend!

(I'm open for any discussions as long as they stay respectful. Feel free to DM me :>)

[nerdieforpedro]

Sard'ika Sessions

Session Six

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+ Minors do not interact

Sard'ika Sessions Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Masterlist

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: The conclusion of your story with Din. Through it all, you've formed a bond with him that's quite deep. It doesn't have a name quite yet - though down the line you find one. A life together with your Mandalorian and his foundling begins.

We have three cameos from characters you may know! (There's a fourth is you squint.)

Warnings: Fluff (spread throughout), angst, Din dropping info bombs, meeting people, force user fight, cuteness, gifts, blindfold, Din Djarin is his own broad teasing warning, oral sex (female receiving), body worship, a little possessiveness, a few swats of an ass, unprotected p in V (wrap it people!), mutual marking, aftercare (always)

Notes: Sorry it’s out later than I planned.

I’d like to thank everyone for sticking with me to then end. 🥰 I put a little bit of everything into this one because I wanted them to have a proper ending. I may do some epilogues down the road after brainstorming more.

The next day you wake and you’re greeted with something both foreign and familiar. The cool metal of beskar on your back and the warmth of skin on the back of your legs and ass. Din was still here, you thought he may have gotten up, cleaned up, put his armor back on but he did not. Instead, he slept next to you, placing your hand over your chest, you felt your own heartbeat quicken. This was real, he was really here and for better or worse, the two of you had discussed moving in together, possibly skipping - whatever was supposed to be in between these sessions and where your relationship was now. A relationship that has some clarity, but is still a bit murky. 

One thing was clear, at its core, the two of you trusted each other. 

To what degree remained to be seen, but there was a bond between you and your Mandalorian. You rose first, making your way to the bathroom, washing yourself up and then the items you’d used last night. The thought of credits crossed your mind as you scrubbed the very glass beads that had been inside of Din. It had been the last one for you to clean, upon returning to the room and putting them away, Din was still asleep. It was surprising to see him sleeping as he was normally the one who watched you. Maybe it’s another sign. Another way to show you that he feels safe with you, that you’re not going to violate his Creed and that he’s reached a level of solace with you. It made you smile as you put your robe back on and sat in the chair he’d been sitting in when you’d woken up. 

It still nagged at the back of your mind, those damn credits. You hadn’t done anything with them, you weren’t sure if she’d be satisfied or want his money back. Thankfully the bounty hunter had not, but the more you’d seen him, the more it felt wrong to even deposit the damn things. They were hidden in the back of your closet. It was something that the two of you’d need to speak about. You picked up the book Din had been reading earlier and peeked at where he’d left off, having read the title several times, you began it again, engrossing yourself in the tale of ‘The Alchemist’ by Paula Coelho.

The Mandalorian awoke to you sitting across from him, ankles crossed and your head tilted down, engrossed in what you weren reading. He sat up quietly and watched you, curious how he came to be here. Din is perfectly aware of how, but he wonders if it’s really alright. To subject you to a life where you’ll wonder if he’s alive constantly and you may leave him with his foundling in wherever you all decide to settle. The thought occurs to him, ‘this isn’t the first time I’ve thought like this.’ He’d pictured you with both his foundling, Grogu having warmed to you and cooing happily at you as you hold him. He’s seen you on the Razor Crest, sitting next to Grogu, keeping him calm as he charts the course.  Din knows you’d say yes if he asked you to come with him. That if he’d asked you to care for Grogu, you’d agree to that as well. He also knew even if he had not revealed his feelings to you, it was a sure bet that the sessions would continue with no end in sight. He could have just done that, but the warrior would have been lying to himself. 

Din Djarin needed a new plan now. 

“Good morning Cyar’ika. How did you sleep?” He asked you, genuinely curious, but he felt he needed to speak. He was sure he'd been staring at you for at least five minutes. A soft chuckle left your lips as you closed the book and rose from your seat, walking to stand next to him before sitting back down at his side on the bed. 

“I slept well. I cleaned up all the tools from last night. You seemed to sleep well yourself Din.” Your soft hand touched his, a calloused thumb of his scratched your smooth skin. No, he would not lose this. He would not give it up. His visor trained on your face, reflecting it with your kind smile. Even if what he’s asking of you is a bit selfish, Din has lost much in his life in this galaxy. He will grip tight onto those he holds dear. That number is few but now includes you. 

“It has been quite awhile since I have slept that deeply Sard’ika.”

“I take it you found the bed comfortable then. I’m glad. You looked at peace.”

“The bed is quite soft and felt good on my back.” Din lifts your hand and holds it up, interlocking fingers with it. “That’s not the main factor of why I slept well, Cyar'ika. I slept well because you were beside me and I could be skin to skin with you. Had you in my arms. I would like to sleep like this again.” His other hand cups your cheek. “I don’t plan on sleeping without you unless I am on an assignment.”

“Din-” You began but two fingers shushed you by covering your lips. He doesn’t speak yet you feel tension, you’re not sure what it isn’t, though it doesn’t feel negative.

“Mesh’la, do you still have the credits from when we first began?” You nod and tilt your head in the direction of your closet. “Good. I shall speak to Greef tomorrow then. For now, I have some other things to prepare. I’ll also need to pick up Grogu from Luke.”

Thoughts in your head swirl. He’s put a lot in front of you. What is he going to talk to Greef about with the credits? Pick up Grogu from Luke? There’s only one Luke you’ve heard of and he’s a Jedi - a legendary one. Of course Din knows him, why wouldn’t he, he’s only THE Mandalorian. Still that’s a hell of a name drop. But what, what else does he need to prepare?

“Din, please explain…everything you just said. It was a lot, and overwhelming.” You tell him, you’re not wrong for asking. He realizes he just stated his to-do list aloud with the information he’s given you. He gave no context though. Din laughs and hears you sigh. 

“I apologize Sard’ika. The credits will be for a down payment on a new home for us. As we discussed last night, if you’d still like. Since I’ve had numerous dealing with Greef, he’ll be fair with the price he gives me. As for Grogu’s mentor and occasional babysitter, it is the very legend himself. That’s a much longer story for another day, but I want Grogu to see you again.” He takes a pause, before continuing, squeezing your hand a little tighter, finger pressing into your hand, applying pressure due to his nerves. His voice became soft, “I want him to know who our new clan member will be, and that you’re as important to me as he is.” You felt him boring holes into you despite the barrier of his helmet.

Remaining silent, your lips went to move, but no sound came from them. Truly speechless, you sat, trying to put into words what you felt. A sense of excitement at a new life with him and his foundling. Warmth for him accepting you and making step by step guide toward your lives together. “I..how long have you…Maker help me. I want to get to know the little scamp too. Grogu and I will spend lots of time together with you won’t we?” Your vision was becoming cloudy from your tears. “I was trying not to, ugh…Sorry. They’re happy tears. Very happy Din. Just so damn happy.” You were trying in vain to wipe the tears falling on your cheeks. Din released your hand and pulled you into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder. One hand was on your back, rubbing circles into it as his other hand, scratched your scalp, his large palm holding it steady as you continued to sob quietly. 

It was cathartic relief. Relief that what you felt was in fact correct. You weren’t lying to yourself and misreading things. Din was making a life for all three of you.

The next month was spent looking at different plots of land with small homesteads on them. Navarro is a fairly barren planet, after living here for years, you didn’t expect much as far as the land was concerned. Though, going to speak to Greef with Din was…an experience. Greef, who you’d only seen give the salesman type of smile, had the biggest, shit eating grin on his face when you entered his office on your day off at Din’s side. He told Din that he’s though he’s been different, chipper even if the hulking man of metal was even capable of that. Turns out he was and it was with you. That didn’t surprise Greef, in fact, he suspected something the day he’d heard that The Mandalorian had threatened another hunter. Unless said hunter directly threatened his current bounty or his little green child, the Guild owner knew Mando didn’t give two wookies about what they said or did. Curious, he’d asked around and the staff said that it was a below average middling hunter who’d been trying to speak to you for more than a few minutes at a time. Karga then recalled that most times when Mando came to the guild, he took his jobs with you and reported them to you as well. From there it wasn't difficult. 

Greef told them, “The happy couple deserves a suitable place to live with their little one!” You were going to tell Karga that couple isn’t the right word, though if he asked, you wouldn’t know what else to tell the man, but Din held your hand and just nodded, letting him rattle on about stuff they’d need for Grogu and themselves. Din did tell him to stop when he started mentioning each room and its use. 

“We’ll determine that. Just tell us where the plots are so we can look at them and the dimensions with specs of the home on them.” Greef said Mando was too serious and asked how you’d be able to live with him. You simply told him,

“I took him as is, like he did with me. That’s all.” Greef sighed and said that mando was rubbing off on you because now you’re giving short answers. He handed over some plans, but said that he was going to show you both the places personally as it’s not everyday a Mandalorian you know finds his better half. The subsequent trips with Greef actually proved fruitful despite his occasional teasing and Mando sighing so much, you’d have thought that was the only sound the poor man made. 

Thankfully, you and Din agreed on one such plot that had a four bedroom home in a dome shape. You’d asked why the two of you needed so many rooms, really there just needed to be two rooms. One for the two of you and one for Grogu. Din didn’t give you a suitable answer other than he was sure that all the rooms will be used. Considering Greef was giving a significant discount, you didn’t argue, just wondered. Din did explain that he’s going to need to be gone for about two weeks, hopefully less going to the ‘a corner of the galaxy’ where Luke lives to pick up Grogu. 

In the meantime, you could expect a visitor, they’ll seem stern, but they’ve taught him much about life, The Way, and his weapons. Since you are his beloved, he would like you to meet her, but his mentor insisted on meeting you one on one. You agreed and asked Din if this too had a special meaning you wasn’t aware of. Din expressed that considering how quickly things had progressed, he didn’t want to presume or force anything. That would never be his intention with you. Expressing that you don’t plan on going anywhere unless your Mandalorian is the one to take you, he exhales. “Cyar’ika, I want you to become my riduur. It means…It means to become my spouse. To have each other’s lives fully.” The beam from your smile rivaled the glare from Din’s helmet as you took him in your arms, the steel of his beskar contrasting with the warmth you felt. 

“Yes Din. Nothing would make me happier.”

He touched his helmet to your forehead before departing. 

“We’ll be together soon. The three of us Cyar’ika.”

It was five days later, after Greef and a few of your coworkers had helped move the last of the things you had planned to take into your new home with Din that the woman appeared. To be more precise, she was a Mandlorian like Din was, covered head to toe in armor, but it was completely different from his. A simmering scarlet approached your home, adorned with a gold helmet that reflected the rays of the sun and a fur coat. You didn’t even notice the dark brown of her kilt or the darkened green of her pants until she stood a few feet before you. She spoke your name and asked if you were Din’s intended. You replied that you were and felt the need to stand up straighter. She commanded authority despite being very friendly. It was her voice, brusque phrasing and rigid body language. Inviting her in, you offered her a seat and some water or tea adding that you’d step into the other room until she finished it or said you could come back in. The woman introduced herself as The Armorer, you were sure she had an actual name, but like Din is often called ‘The Mandalorian’ she apparently is called her profession. She was to the point,

“I see you know that much about our culture. This is good. It is very important. I do not require any substance right now my dear. Have you seen Djarin’s face?” She waited for your answer which was easy to give. You had not and respected that likely due to status as a Mandalorian you may never see it. “This is pleasing to hear. Are you aware of the term ‘riduur’?” She inquired, you again said yes and repeated what Din had told you. A light chuckle left her gold helmet. 

“He explained the very basics I see. This is very good. However, it means much more than that. You will be charged with not only being as one, but any offspring, your own or found shall be raised as warriors in the Mandalorian tradition. Has he told you this?” Shaking your head, you indicate that he focused on the first part, likely due to not having had the discussion of children, though recalling your first session with Din, you don’t see why it would be needed. The Armorer crosses her arms in thought and nods. 

“The Mandalorian culture doesn’t demand that we don’t have children, does it?” You ask, curious. The tacturn woman shakes her head.

“No. Though we share our Creed and follow The Way, unless one and their riduur choose to, it is not forced or encouraged. That will be up to you and Djarin.”

“Is it an issue that he chose a partner that doesn’t follow the way?” 

“As long as the one who calls himself a Mandalorian follows our Creed and The Way, it matters not what or who they choose as their partner. However,” The Armorer continued, “using Djarin’s name or any Mando’a terms of endearment outside of your clan in addition to the removal of his helmet outside of his clan and exposing himself out side the three of you will result in him no longer being considered a Mandalorian. Understood my dear?” Her points are clear as the water you had offered her and remained on the table. Your nod has her uncross her arms and place them on her knees. 

“I will return when Djarin arrives. The process is simple for your riduurok.” You blink, you’re not sure what she just said as you walk her to the door. “I apologize, riduurok means marriage. They’re vows between you and Djarin and can be done privately, but he appeared to want me to be present and his foundling as well. To witness the binding of your partnership.”

“I’m glad we met then. He did impress upon me that you were someone very important to Din. I look forward to seeing you again.” The Armorer took a step back and chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I find myself feeling the same my dear. Djarin has had some…questionable judgment over the years, but it seems The Way had led him to his foundling and you. In this, we can find great jubilation and stability. This is The Way.” The two of you nodded in unison and she left, you watched her crimson armor until it disappeared over the horizon. 

Din had arrived at Luke’s, only to witness a fierce battle of the force taking place over…a frog. Apparently Luke had told Grogo not to eat it and removed it from his mouth. Grogu did not take kindly to this and used his powers to pick it back up, the poor frog was stuck in the middle of two stubborn force users. Djarin simply shook his head. He picked Grogu up, breaking his concentration. The little one was happy to see Din and Luke explained they had made much progress. On the way back, Din was telling Grogu all about you despite not really knowing if the foundling was grasping any of what he was saying. Din was very happy though, he would have his two favorite people together soon. The Mandalorian made sure to sent a holomessage to you to let you know when he would be expected back. In your excitement you asked him how to get in touch with the Armorer. Despite what she had said the last time, she had visited you twice. Once to take measurements in case you ever decided to don armor she told you and the other was to review the actual marriage vows you and Din would need to exchange. Din was surprised that his mentor took to you, she usually was indifferent to those outside of The Creed. You were a special woman indeed.

The dress you chose to wear when Din arrived back was a deep blue off the shoulder dress that fell just below your knees. You are wearing black flats because this is still the desert, not falling in this dress. After landing the Razor Crest behind your home, Din made his way to you carrying Grogu. It was on cue then that the blinding shine of gold was spotted on the horizon followed by the crimson armor. You hadn’t told her when to be here and neither had Din. The Armorer just showed up on time. The only thing she said when she stood before the three of you,

“This is The Way.”

Learning that it seemed Mandalorians in general seem to have impeccable timing, this didn’t surprise you, you did find it funny that Din appeared to be rattled. The Armorer told Din to gather himself and you took Grogu in your arms. He looked up at you with his big round eyes, 

“Patu! Pa..Patu!” He said, though you’re not sure what it means, he appeared to be happy. The Armorer took Grogu’s bag from Din and shook her head.

“You’re going to need time alone after. I shall take the foundling and review the history of Mandalore with him. Go ahead, both of us shall remain until you finish your vows.” Din nods and gives up debating for he knows it’s pointless. He looked at you and took your hands into his,

“We’ll need to say it together, alright?” You nod and you both count to three.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde (We are one weather we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors).” The both of you kept your gazes on each other as you spoke your vows. When you finished, Grogu kept with his ‘patus’ to seemingly join in. It earned laughs from all three adults. The Armorer wished the both of you well and she placed a necklace in your hand then she started back with the little one, he appeared to be angry that he was being left out, but was calmed quickly by the stern woman.

“What did she give you?” Din asked on the way to your home. He opened the door for you and entered, happy to be back. He removed his boots at the door as to not track in the sand as did you. You opened your hand and saw a black knit cable with a small emblem of the same mudhorn that was on Din’s pauldron with one exception, it had a small star with two arrows toward the both miniature mudhorns on either side of the prominent one in the middle. “By the Maker, she created a new signet. I’ll need to have mine changed to match.” He hummed as he spoke and you chuckled, knowing that was a tell-tale sign that he was happy. 

As you two relaxed, Din described his trip to you in great detail as she told him about your interactions with the Armorer. It was Din who brought it up first, that he could now remove all of his armor. You had been curious since the first session what he looked like fully exposed to you, but like he had been considerate of your limits, you wanted to show him the same courtesy. 

“You don’t have to remove everything if you’re not comfortable Din. It’s alright. We’re married, yes, but there’s no pressure. We’re spouses, riduurs, so it doesn’t have to be tonight.” Din tilted his helmet and remained silent; he then stood and disappeared into the bedroom and soon returned with a blindfold. 

“Cyar’ika my riduur. Though I am nervous that you may not like everything you see, I still desire to show you. You are mine and I am yours. I once told you not to hold back, I shall do the same.” He spoke while blindfolding you and you sighed.

“Then why are you blindfolding me if you want to show me Din?” 

“One must set the stage for such a reveal Sard’ika.” His voice started out modulated, but after a hissing sound and a soft kiss to the back of your neck, became fuller and richer. 

“Din…did you just?”

“That I did, but you’ll not see my face until I prepare you for it.”

“I don’t see how-” Your question disappeared in the back of your throat as Din’s soft lips found the side of your neck, sucking on it. You heard the soft thump of something beside you on the couch and realized that it was his gloves for you felt his hands trailing up your arms. With the loss of your vision and that it had been two weeks since you had felt those rough hands of his, you felt your core warming already and quickly. 

Din stopped momentarily to move in front of you and cupped your face, he kissed your forehead, nose, both cheeks, but stopped short of your lips. He lingered in front of your face as his hands, lifted the hem of your dress to grab your thick thighs, his face then dropped between your breasts, nipping at the top of them as he applied pressure to the skin of your thighs, slowly parting them to allow himself closer until his breastplate was against your belly. Your moans made him start grazing your soft skin with his teeth, eventually biting the top of your dress and pulling it down so your ample breasts were exposed to him. 

“Mesh’la, you’re mine. All mine. Such softness, only I will know.” He cooed, taking a nipple into his mouth, your breath hitched and you reached for his head, only for his hands to grab your wrists. His lips released the erect flesh, “Not yet Sard’ika. You still haven’t learned patience.” He placed your wrists on his shoulders and reached under your thighs, carrying you as he’d done before, after you rode his beskar. Hearing you yelp and tell him to put you down only had him plop you down on the bed, and turn you to the side gently before giving your ass a squick swat. “We’ll continue here. And you’ll earn another one if you tell me I can’t handle you Cyar’ika. If I recall, you rode me on this very bed not too long ago.” He teased as you removed your dress. On the same token, Din removed the rest of his armor, every piece. He’d need to make sure to gather everything and perform maintenance on it later.

The bed dipped when he climbed on and tapped your hip, “Sard’ika. You’ll sit atop my face and ride me again as the queen you are. Come to me Cyar’ika.” He growled. This was a version of Din you’ve not known, he was even more aggressive than usual, but it’s made your thighs slick already. You crawled to his torso and when you reached his shoulders, took a deep breath and exhaled. He faced dangerous bounties, jedi, imperial forces and that’s only what you’ve heard of. Sitting on the face of the Mandalorian wouldn’t be the end of him would it? Surely not, you hope. 

One leg swings over his shoulder and you inch your way to his neck until you feel his nose, but you don’t relax yet. Din doesn’t feel your full weight on his face. This does not please him, but he understands why you’re nervous, then again, he’s seen you let go before and counted himself blessed that he’d seen it. A hand pops your ass and you yelp again, he rubs it and blows air upward to further tease you.

“What has gotten into you Din?” You ask, breathy and genuinely curious.

“I’ve imagined the many ways I would take you for quite a long time Sard’ika. I too can be impatient at times though I can regain composure usually.” His hands rub circles on your large ass cheeks and then work around to the tops of your thighs, “I refuse to do so now. You’ll not be the only one to let go. I haven’t tasted you for so long, you’ll deny me? Your riduur?” His tongue ran along your inner thigh and flicked in the nectar he found there. He didn’t force your hips down though, as he licked, you relaxed, “that’s it my love. Just a bit further. I’m parched from my travels and need to drink you in. Deny me no longer.” When his teeth sunk into your thigh, you yelped again and dropped, landing right on his face. It was only then when he felt your true weight on him, that he locked his hands and elbows into place so you couldn’t move.

“D-D-Din are you o-” Djarin was finally in the dark warmth he’d craved for long. He inhaled your scent and he laughed into your core as he heard you curse, he assumed from the sensation of air. It was then he began, his nose quickly found your clit and he backed off of it, not wanting you to come right away. No he would savor this, his tongue flitted with your entranced before seeping its way in slowly. Your hands were in his hair, and he couldn’t stop you. That did not matter now, feeling your walls trying to keep his tongue inside of you made him groan into your wet cavern. Soon, he felt your hips grinding down onto his face, harder and faster. His lips met your opening and sucked, hollowing his cheeks and mixing in slurps in between. It was when you were pulling at the back of his head, meaning in order to reach, you were doubled over and he felt the bottom of your belly on his forehead. A smirk formed on the bounty hunter’s lips as he decided to finally use his nose to poke your clit. Hearing you screech his name, was making him leak precum from this throbbing cock. He wanted to experience what it would be like inside of your hot dripping cunt, but he knew from previous endeavors, it was best to over-prepare you. Din’s nose pressed into your clit as he drove his tongue as deep as he could into your soft walls and he felt his entire face dampen. He flicked his tongue until he didn’t feel any more wetness coming forth and you stopped moving. 

You were panting, your body feeling like jelly. Where the hell did that come from and when did he learn how to do that? Feeling Din move your legs back, he flipped your forward on the bed so you were on your back and placed a pillow under your head. His torso was now between your legs as he snaked up your body. “How do you feel Cyar’ika?” He asked, he sounded genuinely concerned but you just nodded, still a little out of breath. He waited, running a hand over your belly, kneading it intermittently and you touched his arm,

“Din. I feel incredible…” You heard him about to speak and cut him off, “I’m ready for you. All of you. Please. I want to see you. Let me see you.” You pleaded, your hands waved around a little before finding his shoulders and then face. You felt a patchy beard, his soft lips, prominent nose that had your slick on it, thick eyebrows and his fluffy hair. “You feel handsome Din.” He chuckled as he touched your face.

“That’s only because you haven’t seen it yet.”

Your fingers run over his eyelids, pressing them slightly before using your thumbs to push past his lips and feel his teeth. “It doesn’t feel like you're missing either eye and from where you bit me and what I was able to touch, not missing any teeth either.” A grin grew on your face, “You would deny your riduur?” You deepen your voice to try and copy when he teased you earlier. Din’s head fell onto your shoulder before kissing it lightly.

“I won’t deny you any longer Cyar’ika.” His hands pulled off the blindfold and set it next to your head. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when they did, a beautiful pair of deep brown eyes looked back at you. He had freckles, his beard had a little gray in it as did his mustache. There was a scar on his jaw that ran down onto his neck. His lips appeared even fuller than the felt and his nose was the centerpiece of the vision that was your husband. 

“You best not say anymore that I’d be scared off by your face Din. You’re perfect. My beautiful husband.” You reached up and pulled him down, capturing his lips with yours, he gladly let you in as your tongues swirled, your hands once again dancing in his hair. Din’s heavy cock dragged along your thigh and prodded your entrance before rubbing along your mound. You moaned into the kiss and pulled his head back, Din was set to continue when you spoke again, “Enter me Din, please.” He hesitated so your hand quickly found his length and he moaned as you placed it at your soaked cunt. “You shouldn’t deny me Din.”

Din nodded and reached down, covering your hand with his and guided the head through your folds. Just that stretch was enough to have your walls attempt to suck him in so he pressed further deliberately watching your face as you hitched your breath. He moved your hand as he continued to enter you and set it back on his shoulder. Din then grabbed your hip, digging his fingers into your plump flesh as his other hand cupped your face. His thumb traced your bottom lip, quivering as his pelvis became flush with yours. He called your name, then asked, “Cyra’ika, how do you feel? Are you alright?” The last thing he wanted was for you to feel pain again, but your core was gripping him so tightly he may not be able to pull out. 

“Dank farrik Din, I feel so full. Ah…give me a moment….” You gasped, parts that no one had been able to reach in so long were being carved into by your riduur. More than anything, it felt amazing. You ran your fingers along his face again, especially those lips that had made you cry not too long ago. A small peck from you dotted his cheeks and lips before you gripped his shoulders. “I’m ready Din. Please mark me. Make it so I drip with you and you can watch your work again.” A low growl erupted from Din as he simply nodded and began moving, drawing back slowly until only his head was still within you and thrusted forward, steadily increasing in pace. Your nails began to dig into your Mandalorian’s skin, maybe you’d make new scars for him. You would be able to look at them and know you made them, wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to have him even deeper. 

Din was pulsing inside of your tight cunt, he was holding on, but when your locked your legs around his waist, his hand that held your face, went down to your other hip. “Sard’ika, my love, I can’t be gentle anymore. I’ll ruin you now.”  That was when it began, his devastating pace. His hips rut into yours, his lips sucking on your neck, no longer watching your face. He wanted to, truly he did, he wanted to feel your tight cunt squeeze his thick cock as soon as possible. The marks forming on your neck and chest had you whining as you felt an even stronger wave bubbling in the pit of your core than before. It wasn’t long until he had it, your spongy walls closing around his length. Din moaned with you but did not come yet. No, he instead pulled out of you, leaving you with a blissed and bewildered look on your face. 

“Din, wha-”

The Mandalorian did not allow you to finish before he pulled you into his lap as he had done many times before, only this time, he spread your legs wide, exposing the sopping mess that was your pussy. Your hands found his broad back, pulling yourself close to him, but he took hold of your hips once more and lifted you up, lining your folds with his cock again and pulled you down, plunging his full thickness within you at once. The sensation caused another orgasim and he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder, caressing your back as he warmed within you. “Maker, you’re the perfect place to be Sard’ika. I’ll mold you to my cock. I’ll keep making you sing.” Din licked your ear as he spoke, then kissed your neck. Now you were the one humming softly, but that wasn’t enough. It was much too quiet. “Let me hear you, Cyar’ika. You’ll give me another song and squeeze won’t you?” His teasing voice was even worse unmodulated and on your neck, his lips marking the words into your skin. It had you continuing to drip on his cock, he felt your walls quivering so he chose that time to thrust upward, moving his large hands under your knees to better lift you. Your nails scratched his back up and down as he rutted upward, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name, repeatedly and in increasing volume. Eventually your hands made their way back to his beautiful chocolate curls, pulling on them. You felt the rush of blood downward, knowing that you were going to climax again, however this time, Din was looking up at you, his brow drenched in sweat, furrowed and his mouth agape. Deep brown eyes studying your slack jaw as it formed a smile. He began giving your staggered thrusts before you felt the heat, though not your own. It was his, Din had spread his spend inside of you coating your walls, he called your name as your cunt milked him your all it could, the two of your rigid bodies frozen together before crashing in the middle of the bed. Din did not pull out of you though.

He continued to warm you as he softened and ran his fingers through your hair, gazing at you softly. “You’re so dear to me Cyar’ika.” You nodded and kissed his chest, spotting a dark brown scar, it looked like it may have been a stab wound. You ran your lips over it kissing it before doing the same with his Adam's apple. Your hand was back in his hair.

“I love you Din. I’m not going anywhere. We’re a clan now after all.” He hummed in agreement and reluctantly pulled out of you, but slid down you see his cum starting to spill out of you. You chuckled as you knew he’d want to look. “Admiring your work are you?”

“Yes. I don't see an issue with doing so. I enjoy the view.” He peered over her belly with a bright smile and you laughed, such a silly movement after such intense lovemaking. After continuing to watch for a minute or two, Din then went to the refresher, cleaning himself then brought two warm washcloths to wipe you down as he normally did. He then moved you toward the head of the bed and laid beside you, putting and warm across your soft stomach and placing his hand behind your shoulder as he laid his head on your chest. “You didn’t fall asleep this time, I assume after you rest you’ll be ready for more Mesh’la?” He kissed in between your breasts and laid his head back down, listening to your heartbeat. It was a little on the quick side but slowed after you laughed again.

“We just became life partners. Are you going to try and make me not be able to walk Din? I think I’ll need a bit of rest despite still being awake.” Your fingers twirled a few curls of his and scratched his scalp.

“If you cannot walk, I’ll be your legs and carry you Sard’ika.” He placed his chin on your chest and gazed into your eyes, “you’ll get a small reprieve for now but we will begin again. You asked me to mark you did you not? I would never deny my riduur.” Din used his large palm to hold the back of your head. “You will not be denied anything from me, in our bed or outside of it.”

Your face warmed from his declaration, Din Djarin was your riduur and you his. “Nor you from me. You’ll have everything I have.” The two of you laid together in bed, awake, just basking in being together without a set time limit. Now it was forever as a clan of three. 

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