#The Flight of Moon Jellyfish

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Spores

They didn't leave us enough time. It feels ridiculous to admit it, but we really thought the end of the world would come more slowly, or with more warning in advance. A meteor tumbling carelessly through space, its progress tracked a million miles away. The eruption of one of our own supervolcanoes, its bowels having been monitored for centuries. Even nuclear desolation would surely have come with some degree of political posturing first.

It came as spores. A smothering smog of space-dust, each particle too small for our scanners to detect, the total miasma too vast to escape. The mists were upon us before we knew it, drifting across the solar system like the tendrils of some toxic jellyfish, and their arrival caught us entirely unprepared. By then, it was too late to do anything but flee. In truth, it was too late for that as well.

We evacuated what we could, and launched those vessels that we had available. There was no time to build more: with warning, we could have constructed a refugee navy to seek asylum amongst the stars, a colossal ark of humanity, seeking a new Ararat upon some distant rocky sphere. We could have left in time to get clear, to change course, to lose the stormclouds to our stern, to sail onto horizons new.

There was no escape for those who fled the fog with only months left to spare. The spores were faster than our ships: we couldn't outpace them, only raise our shields, institute lockdown between vessels, and do our best to keep them out. We could only watch as they consumed Earth in our wake, and then hang endlessly adrift, their poison clinging to our hulls, awaiting our salvation.

We conserved our limited reserves of fuel, as if expecting they might fill a future need, but if so I couldn't name it. The engines had been primed to allow us to change our course, to enter the orbit of our destination, but that was no longer a possibility: we could not, would not be the vector to further spread this poison, but nor had we been given the choice. We'd passed potential targets for settlement, dwarf planets and giant moons, but all were tainted before we could reach them. The spores were ahead of us now. We were merely one cloud in their galactic storm.

It had been a failure of priorities. We had invested in weaponry, our ships equipped with radioactive rays and laser beams, prepared to ward off an alien host - but not focused enough on speed. In the case of fight or flight, we hadn't expected the latter to be an option - for a whole planet to need to flee, for that to be the better choice. But here was a problem we couldn't blast our way out of. Here was an enemy we could only have tried to escape, and all of those guns only served to weigh us down. If only we could go back in time, and make those choices differently.

"Ready the lasers," I called, struck suddenly with an idea.

"It does nothing to stop them," the second-mate replied, as if we hadn't all seen those initial, pathetic attempts. "Like a bolt of lightning through a cloud."

"Ready them still," I said. "We can't stop them, I know. But think of the number of lifeless planets which would have been consumed in this way, and the number of unsuspecting worlds that lie in this storm's path. We can't stop it happening to us, but we can try to stop this happening again."

We had looked ahead, when there was still a chance of seeking refuge, and found no welcoming planets in sight - but then we had realised that we were actually looking behind, into the distant past. Telescopes from distant civilisations might likewise train themselves on Earth and see no signs of life, receiving images from long before it became habitable. Who knew how the other barren rocks might have developed in that time? Waiting on the sluggish rays of their alien suns, who knew what they might look like now?

"What would you have us do?"

"We have to leave a warning. Deface the Earth, carved like a pumpkin into a pictograms, depicting what has happened to us. The nature of this threat. The spores travel fast, but not faster than light. If there is a future civilisation out there, looking back at us, they should see it before their turn arrives. They might have, or develop, the technology to do something about it. To save the universe, before it's all too late."

[emojipossum]

Hi! I know you already did fish but could you do more jellyfish?

[id: a slightly more realistic moon jellyfish, a blue and a pink jellyfish in the style from spongebob, and a very simple jellyfish with an added smiling face, then the same with a question mark to the side]

a whole flight of flavors of jelly

[starry-blue-echoes]

+Following up to that, maybe Jodi would be like a Portuguese man of war+ yellow bellied sea snake? Or maybe that one deep sea squid since it looks like November rain.

But I’d imagine dragona having to drag their brother to the nearest body of water every time a full moon catches them off guard LMAO

RVDNVNDBNVDBD

Jodio's whole shift is just K I L L and I can honestly respect that, but also oh god a sea snake+jellyfish+bigfin squid is honestly a horrifying combination and I adore it

I do worry a bit for his land mobility, but at the very least he won't suffocate since sea snakes still need to breathe air. Maybe as a treat we can also give Dragona some Marina Iguana in them to carry him around?

.........you know a iguana bat capable of flight is honestly going to be just as terrifying as a snake squid, let alone the two in combination, and these two are probably the cause of all sorts of cryptid rumors on the island

[windpaths-weekly]

« Windpaths Weekly » March 24th, 2024

We're new to sharing our Newsletter here but Skypaths is a project to help connect the Sky community and help players find ways to get involved. We share news about the game and communities that have granted us permission to share their events. We also share a bit about Sky's history in our Ancient memories segment. You can also check out our website:

<-------------------------------------------> Reminders This week is TS week! A lot of people expect it to be Hairtossle Teen because of the teaser TGC shared. The TS is usually shared around 1:00 pm GMT-5. The season will be ending soon! The flower accessory will be available after the season for 50 candles The following cosmetics will not be available after the season ends:

9 Colored Deer mask -> 120 candles

Radiance of the 9 Colored Deer -> $19.99 (USD)

Antlers and Moon mask -> $14.99 (USD)

Hotfix Update The recent hotfix update fixed issues Android players had with accepting friend codes and the issue with rogue Days of Bloom currency causing players to crash. Days of Bloom This beloved Sky celebration of Spring returns! Join the spirits in Prairie Peaks from March 25th through 23:59 April 14th! (UTC -7) As the event progresses we'll get to see more flowers bloom. During the first week there will be a downpour in Prairie Peaks that paves the way for the Arum flowers and Lillipads to grow! There will be 5 event currency to find each day, during the first week Skykids will be able to get 3 from taking their chances with the storm. Get ready for some shocking fun with this event. After the storm clears you'll be able to meditate to become a Jellyfish. These are the new items that will be coming this year:

Bloom Arum Petal Cape: 48 event currency

Bloom Spiky Sprig Hair: 24 event currency

Bloom Arum Petal Hair: 25 Hearts

Bloom Lilypad Umbrella: $14.99 (USD)

All of the flowers will build up to their peak bloom before they fade away. Don't worry about missing out on the beauty of previous years! The flowers from past days of Bloom events will be available for all Skykids to enjoy. Here's where you can find them all:

Cherry Blossom Tree -> Home

Wisteria Tree -> Hidden Forest Lobby

Tulip Field -> Forgotten Ark (After the first week you can mediate to become a butterfly here)

If you're looking for items from previous years visit the event shop in Aviary village. Past IGC items:

Pink Bloom Cape: 70 Candles

Bloom Butterfly Fountain: 80 Candles

Purple Bloom Cape: 105 Candles

Red Bloom Cape: 110 Candles

Pink Bloom Hair: 20 Hearts

Past IAP items (USD):

Bloom Gardening Tunic: $9.99

Cherry Blossom Bloom Tea Set: $19.99 Comes with 35 white candles

Wisteria Bloom Tea Set: $19.99 Comes with 35 white candles

Bloom Picnic Basket: $19.99 Comes with a gift season pass

Communities in Flight

<-------------------------------------------> These are communities that have given us permission to share their events, we do not share links to these communities outside of Discord. SORA 🔆

Sora is in the middle of a lot of events! They recently wrapped up their Caught on Cam 2 event where participants had to re-create a picture in Sky. You can still check out the winners to see everyone's attempts at this! The registration for SKYENCE INNOVATIONS event is now closed, participants have until the 27th to submit their inventions. The submissions will be shared after judging is finished so get ready to see everyone's innovation for this contest! The Registration for their Floral fashions event just closed. Participants have to design a flower themed outfit inspired by Days of Bloom.

TSK 🍁

They are hosting another round of guessing the next traveling spirit! The first 10 people to guess correctly get 1 heart if they get the spirit or season right and 3 hearts if they got both correct.

Ancient memories

<-------------------------------------------> Admire the Sapling Task If you've been playing Sky for more then a week odds are you've run into the Admire the sapling task. This task was added during Days of Bloom 2021 and the tree used to be much smaller.

The Tree was made bigger during Days of Bloom 2022 and the light seeker spirits now watched over the tree with you. This task hasn't been changed since but is a well known part of the Task rotation now.

Thank you for reading!

[vagevurig]

//fills out this questionnaire for @sonic-oc-showdown

featuring Lily being a GREMLIN

Name: Lilium "Lily" Gale (born as Lilium Ludmore Tenebris) Species: Wolf (Albino) Type: I usually assign her Flight. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (on a good day) Home: Some midwestern corn town that likely has an eldritch entity hiding in the corn. You know the sort.

rest under the cut

✨ How did you come up with the OC's name?

I originally named her "Moonlight" (bcs she was very moonthemed), and eventually gave her the nickname "Lilly". During a multitude of character revisions (all within like 2 years of making her), I dropped her original full name, as well as one the L's. Her current full name, "Lilium", comes from the Elfen Lied OP |D

🌼 How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

She's 20/21 ish~ Her birthday is on June 29th, but I keep her age pretty static rn.

🌺 Do they have any love interest(s)?

SHE IS HARCORE SHIPPED WITH @darthsammi's NICKI CASSIDY! THEY ARE DISASTER LESBIANS WHO FUCK SHIT UP TOGETHER AND I LOVE THEM!!

(art by @xmooncanary)

🍕 What is their favorite food?

Hot Dogs! Which is actually based on me lmao,

💼 What do they do for a living?

She doesn't currently have a job, but she aspires to be a published author!

🎹 Do they have any hobbies?

Beyond writing, she's also just a general consumer of pop culture (books, movies/shows, games), researches ancient forbidden texts, and is super into freestyle parkour~ She also collects bugs, and octopus/squid/jellyfish plushies

🎯 What do they do best?

BEING AN IDIOT (She's also very intelligent and analytical, but her absolute idiocy often outshines it)

🥊 What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

I feel like i described her loves two questions ago, though she does really like vibin w/ Nicki. drabbling down some story ideas while Nicki plays some chords on her guitar. She quite dislikes having to do anything with her biological family though. Not for any reason to do with them, she just doesnt know them?? And she's annoyed by suddenly having to reconnect with them. It's to figure out why she suddenly has Shadow Powers:tm:

❤️ What is one of your OC's best memories?

Once when she was twelve, a friend mentioned that she taught there was a monster in the corn fields. Lily, 0 fear and Super Interested in monsters, went in to look for it. And she found it! And though she doesnt remember much of it afterwards, she holds it as her bestest memory.

✂️ What is one of your OC's worst memories?

She has 0 control over her Shadow Powers and during a particularly dark night (new moon), she got stuck in an intangible shadow person form. Unable to be heard or seen by anyone else, it was the most isolated she had ever felt in her life. It is probably the one and only time she had a panic attack.

🧊 Is their current design the first one?

HAHAHAHAHAH n o. I change Lily's design like a girl changes clothes. I barely ever drew her the same to begin with, and overal she's gone through a few major redesigns, and plenty of smaller ones.

Little timeline! not every stage is represented, but it the major redesigns at least!

🍀 What originally inspired the OC?

Believe it or not; a dream. It was a weird ass dream not at all related to Sonic but it featured a sort of moon spirit and my brain was just "I like her" and tried bringing her to the waking world with limited success.

🌂 What genre do they belong in?

Adventure crossed with cosmic and gothic horror? I dont limit myself |D

💚 What is your OC's gender identity and sexuality?

Demigirl, Bisexual

🙌 How many siblings does your OC have?

She has one older foster sister (Swinde) she absolutely loves with her whole heart, as well as 3 biological siblings (1 older; Jillian, and 2 younger; Hilja & Eiju) who she barely knows.

🍎 What is the OC's relationship w/ their parents like?

She has an absolutely Wonderful relationship with her foster mom Lauren, but is more estranged to her biological father, which doesnt become much better :)

🧠 What do you like most about the OC?

everything. She's one of my oldest characters and is one of a few who comforts me when i feel down so. comfort character.

✏️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I do NOT draw her enough, and i really aught to change that, but I talk alot about her with aforementioned Darth Sammi!! I hope that counts |D?

💎 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I can kill her off I have killed her off before and I will kill her off again in the future :)

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Phobias require someone to feel fear at all~ //SLAPPED (She deeply fears fading from existence)

🍩 Who is your OC's arch-nemesis/rival?

She doesnt really have a set one!

🎓 How long have you had the OC?

I made her in February of 2012, when I was 11, so that's 11 years and a few months now. oh man, Lily is almost older now than I was when i made her wack...

[partnersincrimesuau]

I really do hope you had a great time on your vacation as you absolutely deserve it. Do you think you could tell us anything interesting that happened to you while you were away?

I know I'm a few weeks late to responding to this ask, but I will gladly respond anyways!!!! Thanks so much for this ask, anon!!!

I realised this is a very long response so I'm gonna put a buffer here, click to read about my trip (in no particular order) and see some of the photos I took in QLD!!!

To start off - yes, I HAD A LOVELY TRIP!!! It was actually the first time I went on a passenger plane by myself, too!! There's something very other-worldly being in a whole different state surrounded by strangers... the plane-trips were amazing tho, there was a thunderstorm in Brisbane that I flew over (you could see the lighting UNDER the clouds!!!) and when the plane landed back in Adelaide (SA is my home state <33) there was another storm!! I wasn't worried tho, I had my headphones and a good book and I was set for all my flights ^^

Here are a couple of highlights from my trip:

Went searching for platypuses with my uncle and brother (didn't find any, sadly... but i found a freshwater eel!!!)

Went to an arcade with my cousin!! I had never been to one before, funny enough XDD (also we played laser tag, my team took the high ground and obliterated everyone (we won by like, 4,000 points))

Apparently there are Taco Bell restaurants in every Australian state except SA??? I saw one in Queensland and was like "WHAAAAT I thought Taco Bell was American!!!" and so we went to it and got crunchwraps for dinner!!

Went out to dinner with 20 family members (my brother stabbed me in the hand with a fork bc i tried to steal one of his chips) and had a lovely meal!!

Went to a beach with my cousin and saw a chart hanging up by the lifeguards showing all the lethal jellyfish that frequently appear there. There were eight. Eight killer species of jellyfish. (I love Australia)

Oh speaking of Australia, yes, we saw giant spiders. There was one on the door of my uncle's house and another back at the house we were staying at. Unfortunately I didn't actually find out what species they were... but DEFINITELY not ones we get in SA!!!

I BOUGHT NINETEEN PAIRS OF EARRINGS IN QUEENSLAND. NINETEEN!!! (also got a rad Moon-Knight t-shirt <333)

Went four-wheeled-driving in a jungle!! My brother and I got to stand on the edges of the car while my uncle drove us XDDD

Taught my cousin how to play Deltarune and how to defeat Sans - just thought I'd mention this here as well because it was a highlight XDDD

Overall, I had SUCH a great time away and I'm so happy I have these great memories!!! I'm so grateful for my lovely family (except for my brother who stabbed me >:T) and I loved to spend time with them!!

But now, of course, I'm back in SA working harder than ever on PIC Chapter 2 ^^ Thanks so much to everyone reading this, for your patience, support and love!!! <33333

(and to finish off, here are some photos from my adventures!! They've all got image descriptions with a little bit of info about each of them ^^)

And lastly, my favourite - WET FLOOR SIGNS THAT LOOK LIKE BANANA PEELS!!!! (taken in Townsville airport)

And yeah, thats about it!!! Thanks again for asking about my trip, anon!!!

[namakes]

Frye and the Deepsea

This is a concept I’ve had knocking around for a while and have already written about once before, but I thought I’d share it here, too. So! Without further ado, I’ll get into it under the cut.

While the concept doesn’t pan out in the long run, as the three clans are said to come from Splatlands-based families, I still liked the idea. There’s a lot going on in the Deepsea outside of the Metro that we don’t get to see; stairways leading to unknown areas, floating structures with neon signs, and even some cities way down under the sea. According to an interview (full doc), the Deepsea is mainly a working/university town, which we can also tell based on the number of citizens on the Metro in various uniforms.

Frye is likely based on a vampire squid, based on her long ears (like the vampire’s fins), glowing fingertips (similar to its prominent photophores on the tips of its tentacles), and extra-long fangs (like the spiny structures along the insides of its tentacles, similar to a vampire’s teeth). The vampire squid, which is actually not a squid but is more closely related to an octopus (though it isn’t that either, but anyway), is a very deep sea cephalopod. They prefer depths of over 2-3 thousand feet, living in an extreme low-oxygen environment. Just to tack on at the end here, because I thought it was fun, but her Deep Cut pose makes me think of an elbow squid (also a deep sea squid).

Next up is her Sunken Scroll! Starting at the top, the “clouds” blowing in look like a stylized wave or sea foam. On the right is a yellow ball, to the left a white one, but the background is dark and starry all the way across. Below that are some jellyfish, which may just be there to fill space, but do look a little like giant phantom jellyfish with their similar billowy arms (particularly the ones in the back of the image) or moon jellyfish. Giant phantoms are also a deep sea jellyfish, and moon jellyfish have been known to go to depths of 3000 feet, as well as areas with low-oxygen levels. Finally, the background is decorated with an assortment of corals, and we can see sea grapes growing along the bottom left of the image. This overall gives the feeling that the scene takes place underwater.

Saving my favorite part for last; both her Scroll and Tartar (from Octo Expansion) mention the promised land, which we know to be the surface. Her scroll states “[…] as a hundred eels take flight, follow them to the promised land”, while the phone, when you first talk to it, tells you ”[...] My primary function is to facilitate your journey to the promised land”.

TL;DR: Deepsea is cool, it fits her (potential) squid-inspiration, her Sunken Scroll seems set underwater, and both her Scroll and Tartar mention the promised land.

if you wanted to read something with this concept in mind, I did work it into my fic Hell and High Water, which you can read over here.

[squirrels-rewrite]

Religion Overview: Important Figures

The Mirthvale is not a simple place to live in, full of magical cats, intertwined cultures, and beliefs that shape the way of life they have experienced for generations, and in turn passed down to cubs below and rooted deeply into their hearts. The Kinships of the Wingward, Seahaven, and Sunfang have much to reveal about their sacred rituals and what shapes the core beliefs in their culture—beyond the usual individual beliefs.

Seraphina, the Divine Artisan: Weaver of Souls and Architect of Universes

Seraphina is revered as the Divine Artisan, the creator of life and the architect of the cosmos. The myths surrounding Seraphina tells a tale of a pure feline, where she weaves souls with her own paws, creates bodies like intricate dolls, and shapes the fabric of the sky, orchestrating the  stars, galaxies, and patterns seen in the very nature around them.

According to the sacred lore, Seraphina is believed to weave souls with her own paws. Each soul is a unique design, where she decides how they will be and what they will experience. Bodies are shaped with precision and care. Each cat born in Mirthvale is considered a masterpiece. The Kinships believe that Seraphina personally breathes life into these crafted forms with just a simple huff.

Considered to have eternal artistry, the Kinships always look to the sky in awe as she paints it in hues of orange, pink and purple in the setting or rising sun. Every night, Seraphina dances, moving the stars and galaxies with her gentle paws, throwing a few away to tweak her chart and tell a thousand stories inside of her constellations.

Seraphina is believed to guide the souls of the departed, weaving their essence into the cosmic tapestry. The kinships find solace in the notion that, in death, they become a part of Seraphina's eternal creation, whether that be as Jellyfish (Seahaven), Part of the earth (Sunfang) or in flight trough the Stars until they are forgotten and are reborn once again (Wingward).

Erebos, the Bringer of Winter: Her Tragic Consort

In the sacred lore of Mirthvale, alongside Seraphina, a tragic figure named Erebos is found. He is known as the Bringer of Winter, a cursed deity who carries the touch of chaos and destruction. Erebos is not worshipped; rather, he is a harsh reminder of the delicate balance between in the of Mirthvale.

The lore speaks of a time when Seraphina and Erebos were once inseparable lovers, their hearts united in love. She fell in love with his confidence and stubbornness as he stepped in to speak to her like normals, and He her affection and kindness, so unlike the Gods he had met in his journey, living in their own bubble of greed. As the moons unfolded, it became apparent that even their boundless love couldn't shield Seraphina from the pain that Erebos's touch carried. What once united them in celestial harmony now became a source of anguish.

Aware that his presence brought grief, illness, and bad luck, Erebos made the ultimate sacrifice for the sake Seraphina. In an act of profound love, he chose to banish himself to the depths below, where his touch could only harm the Mirthvale each winter. As part of his self-imposed punishment, Erebos awakens with every changing season. With a mere glance, he brings winter frost and death to the creatures and plants in his path, a reminder of their separation.

His very breath is believed to carry the chill of sadness, causing suffering to those unfortunate enough to be touched by it, a stark contrast to the life breathed in by his former spouse. Erebos resides in a realm of eternal darkness and cold before he wakes, however legends tell of fleeting moments when Seraphina and Erebos come together to meet— In the Northern Lights.

[twelve-colors-poetry]

Little Baby Lunaloos

The ocean at night. Moon and shadow and. Candlelight. Crashing crashing gentle waves. Salt and sea salt smell. Barnicles clinging to the dock's posts just above low-tide lines, moist and living, and still. The town gathers. The town talks, gossips. A small dingy moored beside the dock, floats up and down on the water line. A candle for a maidenhead, hung like the stars in childrens' windows for them to wish upon at night, bobs, like a firey fairy frighted by water that knows like a survival instinct how to fastest fly towards land guiding souls or spirits back to shore on sea-spray soaked wings.

The other candles hush, and The Bowfairy, unmoored takes flight into the midnight. Silence then. And they arrive. The lunaloos. Little moons, swimming in the ocean, a constelation of jellyfish colored with a mellow blue, like robin eggs brine-soaked for a thousand years. and a bioluminescent glow unlike a winter new moon's dark. Fishermen never think of catching them: They only glow in the briny-free.

The townschildren watch with their parents. And the babies babble, lunaloo lunaloo, knowing the name like a survival instinct, beauty to delight as important as food to brieth, water to eat, and air to drink. And the tiniest specks of bright in the water, more like stars than moons, are the constellation's most tender hearts. The little baby lunaloos arrive again.

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Floating

For my dearest @frenchfryfranki​, happiest of birthdays my darling! Please enjoy this Aquarium date with a very soft and sweet Jack Daniels AKA Agent Whiskey. 

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF ILY

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The evening is quiet as you sit in the passenger seat of Jack’s car listening to soft country music play out of the speaker. You rest your crossed arms across the window of his black mustang, watching as the landscape of the city suburbs rushes past, the sun setting in the distance and turning the sky into a vibrant orange, pink and purple gradient. You smile contentedly at the beautiful evening. It was your birthday and Jack was taking you out on a date. You had spent the entire day enjoying time with your family and friends, but you were taken completely by surprise when Jack had whispered in your ear that he had something special planned, just the two of you for later that evening. You had said goodbye to everyone, and Jack had whisked you away, seeming just as excited as you.

Turning to Jack once more you analyse the features of his face, the lights of the highway glimmered in his soft brown eyes, the profile of his nose resting prominently above his mouth, turned up in the corners into a warm and comforting smile, the soft creases in his expression showing off his adorable dimples and the crinkles by his eyes. He notices you staring and flashes you a broad grin. “What’s on your mind little one?”

You match his smile with one of your own as you rest your head back onto the soft leather of the seat. “Just wondering what you’ve got planned for this evening Jack. You’ve been very elusive with the details… Agent Whiskey…” You giggle lightly to yourself.

“Well just know that you’ll like it sugar. I know you pretty well darlin’ and I think I’ve planned a pretty good surprise for you.” His smile broadens and his brow quirks as he looks over to you. You sigh happily as he rests a reassuring palm on the top of your thigh as he continues to steer with his other hand. Whiskey continues to drive as you make your way further out of the city finally pulling up into a large dark carpark. You look over at Jack, a quizzical expression evident on your face. You had never been good at hiding your emotions, Jack always said he could tell exactly how you felt whenever he looked at you. He loved that you were such an open book, and as soon as he looked at you, he burst out laughing. “Have you finally taken me to a deserted carpark in the middle of the night to kill me agent? These past three months of dating was just a cover wasn’t it?” You say jokingly, your tone dramatic and silly as you try to hold back your own giggles.

Once Whiskey had finally recovered from his bout of laughter he hops out of the car and opens the passenger door with his arm outstretched. You wrap your arm around the crook of his elbow as he shuts the door behind you and leads you towards a large building shrouded in the darkness of the night. He takes you to one of the back doors your confusion only growing as he says, “Close your eyes darlin, I want this to be a proper surprise.” You smile as he places his hands over your eyes, “Just to make sure you’re not peeking!” Giggling as he you hear the door open and feel Whiskey lead you inside. Continuing forward Whiskey finally pulls you to a halt. “Ok you can open your eyes now sugar.” You hear Jack whisper softly in your ear as he takes his hands away from your face. Blinking your eyes open slowly you are met with the most beautiful scene laid out in front of you, so pretty it could be the cover of a postcard. You were standing in a tunnel made of glass, surrounded by water and thousands of different sea creatures floating above you. You look up in awe, a huge smile breaking out across your face. Scattered across the floor at your feet was a trail of red rose petals creating a little pathway through the tunnel and further. Whipping around to face Jack you see him standing behind you, hands behind his back as he looked up at you with a nervous smile.

“So what do you think sweetheart… do you like your surprise?”

You don’t know how but your smile gets even wider, so much so that your cheeks begin to hurt. “The surprise was taking me to the Aquarium? Jack I love it…”

He pulls you up to him, a hand on your cheek, and plants a tender kiss on your lips. “I’m so glad darlin.” You both look into each other’s eyes, brimming with emotion. Kissing you gently on the nose, Jack finally breaks the silence, “So are you ready for your private aquarium tour sugar?”

“Am I ever!” The excitement evident in your voice.

The two of you wander slowly through the aquarium taking in every exhibit following his trail of rose petals through the empty halls. You felt like a kid in a candy store, enjoying every single little thing that you came across. Jack was enjoying it just as much but all he could really focus on was you and how happy and excited you were. He loved seeing you like this, full of unbridled joy as you pointed out different things that he just had to see. Constant calls to him as you pulled him along as you walked hand in hand, “Jack you have to see this!... Woah did you know that this species of star fish glows in the dark?!... Oh my goodness look at that one!” You walked from one exhibit to the other, from the coral reefs full of vibrant colours of different flora and fauna, to the touch pools full of star fish, sea urchins, and anenomes. You both put your hands into the water excited as small children to touch the little animals. As you pulled your hands out of the water, you flicked your fingers spraying each other with little water droplets, giggling together. As you laughed Jack grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up as you both continue to laugh together, voices ringing out joyfully in the empty space. He puts you down and you both catch your breath as you grab his hand once more and lead him further through the space.

You continue, both smiling happily as you walk through the other exhibits moving through the coastal waters. You watched as the seals and otters frolicked through the water or rested together in the waning light of the evening on the shore of the enclosure. You let a small aww leave your lips as Jack pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. Continuing along you reach the deep-sea area with colourful luminescent jellyfish and camouflaging fish, looking around the tank eagerly all of a sudden the face of a shark appears out of the darkness and you jump back scared, nuzzling your face into the centre of Jacks broad chest to hide. “What’s wrong sugar?” He says looking down at your eyes worry evident in the furrow of his brow.

“I really don’t like sharks Jack, they freak me out!” You say, voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

He chuckles lightly as you look up at him with doe eyes, melting him in an instant. He lifts the black Stetson off of his head, revealing the soft fluffy brown hair beneath, slightly tousled after being under the hat all evening. He slowly lowers it onto the top of your head and as he does it slips over your brow. It as just a little too big for you. He chuckled as the hat fell onto the bridge of your nose, all he could think was that you’d never looked more precious. “Is that better darlin? You can’t see them now and they can’t see you. Alright sweetheart lets get you out of here then, shall we?” You nodded lightly, the hat wobbling on your head slightly at the motion. He took your hand in his and slowly steered you out. You finally came out into the open, slowly taking a deep breath of the cool night air. Jack leaned down to you and lifted his Stetson off of your nose so it rested lightly on the top of your head. “There you go little one… much better.” You both chuckled to each other at the situation feeling giddy once more at his romantic gesture. “I think you look even better than I do in that hat sweetheart, and that’s saying something.” He smirked at you, a cocky glint in his eye.

Swatting his arm lightly you rolled your eyes. This was the silly cowboy that you had head over heels fallen for, the sweet and the ridiculous. All rolled into one. Reaching out his arm once more you took it and began to follow him down the flight of steps around the back of the building. Watching your feet as you went you slowly began to hear sloshing waves as you rounded the corner. Looking up you saw the shoreline of the ocean right in front of you, another part of the aquarium but out in the open. Your mouth dropped open for the second time this evening at the beauty of it all. The moon shone brightly giving the waves a beautiful white glow, the sound of birds rustling as they settled for the night.

“One last surprise my love.” You looked over to where Jack had walked to, the platform of the aquarium that jutted out over the water, where a beautiful picnic was laid out. Candles and fairy lights surrounding a red and white checkered picnic blanket, a small wicker picnic basket full of your favourite foods and a smiling cowboy, with the biggest grin resting underneath his scruffy moustache.

You had never been so happy in your entire life. You run over to him, one hand holding onto the black Stetson resting atop your head, and the other quickly wrapping around the back of Jacks neck as you jump into his embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist once more as he lifted you up to his height and pulled you into the softness of his lips. You kiss him back passionately, both holding onto each other closely as you conveyed every last ounce of joy you felt, being here, with him, in this moment. Finally breaking away from him you looked up into his soulful brown eyes glimmering in the moonlight. “I love you Jack.” You whispered as your eyes started to well up. He gently brushed a stray hair that had fallen across your face back behind your ear.

“I love you too sugar. Happy birthday.”

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Ghosts of the River Styx

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 8

(The Mandalorian x f!reader) (+18)

“The last embers of a fire were still smouldering under a protective lean-to, but the rest of the area had been thrown apart, with tents and bodies littering the trampled grounds, cold as the grave in the torrential downpour. The taste of bile stung at the back of your throat when you saw the size of the tiny corpses, are those… younglings?”

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Rating: Explicit

Word count: 16.4k

Content warnings: SEXY THINGS: More fluff than a bag of marshmallows, food play, power play, orgasm denial, fan favorites fingering/handjobs/p in v/ praise kink/ cream pies etc. UNSEXY THINGS: Bounty hunters doing their thing, blood n guts, near-death experiences, mentions of death, PTSD/ mentions of trauma.

A/N: I put entirely too much into this chapter, its a lot to put it plainly. Lot of backstory for reader, some good (read: terrible) scary moments between the two of them, but overall just some good old fashioned love-conquers-all for this pair of sappy badasses.

 The rain that was coming down on the forest moon of Endor was like nothing you had ever seen, drenching sheets of water flooding from the sky so hard and fast that it felt like an entire ocean had been turned over above you. You were warm and dry on the flight deck of the Razor Crest, watching the downpour through the rounded transparisteel window over a ration tin, though you knew you wouldn’t be comfortable for much longer. Your choice of stars had sent you to the wooded satellite in search of smugglers, and you were a little more excited than you probably should have been at the bounty puck’s instructions to leave no survivors; though you wondered how you would find anything in this weather.

 In your arms the foundling watched the riverettes of water streaming down the window, pointing with his little claws at the fat drops racing by between stealing bites of your dinner. His cosmic eyes blinked up at you expectantly whenever lightning crackled above, and his ears went straight up at the roar of thunder, making you laugh. “What was that, booger? Scary noise?” He chirruped and wiggled closer to your chest, torn between trying to hide from the storm and wanting to watch the light show. You rubbed his ears affectionately, trying to console the little beastie when someone else’s hand came around to join yours. Din pat his son’s fuzzy green head, leaning heavily on your shoulder while he did so, pressing kisses to the side of your face. “Well, what do you think?” you asked your partner, “Are we gonna have to put some rubber boots on and get going?”

 “Unfortunately yes. This rain’s not going to stop, and if we don’t move soon we might lose the trail.” The green terror was lifted from your lap, “You ready to go outside, womp rat?” The baby started to gibber a response, but the flash of lightning outside made him curl in a little ball against his fathers cuirass, frightened of the inevitable boom of thunder. “Sorry kid, you’re going to have to get used to that while we’re here.” Your armored companion offered you his hand to help you from your seat, and your trio got to work on preparing for a few days in the rain.

 Everything that you owned had come from Tatooine, where water had to be collected from dew in underground pits instead of falling from the sky, and nothing you had was waterproof. Your muckboots were at least partially hydrophobic, ensuring that the only thing on you that might be dry after this excursion would be your socks. Mando’s equipment wasn’t any more helpful, he had a large oilskin cloak and a couple of tarps that could be fashioned into a waterproof tent, but nothing else. You tucked the tarps into your bag while Mando tied the cloak around the child’s pram, deciding that if anyone was going be to warm and dry, it should be the foundling. In his many lockers there was a collection of cold weather clothing, heavy fur parkas and long johns, but the rain that was coming down would turn all that into dead weight, and you forwent warmth for dexterity. At the armory you picked out a good selection of blades rather than loading yourself down with extra blasters, which could get finicky in the wet weather, and steel would never let you down, rain or shine.

 Din fussed lovingly with your gear while you tried to dress yourself with the miss-matched collection of blades, lingering over each holster and sheath as if you couldn’t see clear through him. He loved watching you arm yourself to the teeth in his collection of armaments, and you knew as much as he enjoyed watching you put them on, he would have even more fun getting them off of you later. When he caught you snickering at his antics, he pulled you to him by the straps that criss-crossed your body, unable to keep his wandering hands to himself. He drew you close, allowing you to push his helmet up so he could kiss you. His kisses were hungry, as though you hadn’t spent every jump through hyperspace in each other's company on the way to your next target.

  The Mandalorian had spent so long alone, only having the company of other iron-bound warriors and the odd reluctant ally for kinship, but never knowing the feel of another’s skin against his own until you came into his life and knocked down all his walls. The feel of you against him was intoxicating, and he happily let himself get caught up in your affections every chance he got. Your lips were so soft against his, matched only by the softness of your body, and he praised your beauty and strength until your cheeks burned from his lust-laden devotion.        

 He wanted to be a good husband to you, to earn the right to be by your side every day as if that wasn’t what you already knew he would be. Not a single inch of you was spared his affections, kisses that whispered ‘cyare’  whenever his lips reached your ears and warm palms on your hips that rocked yours against his whenever you were in his arms. Though of all his touches, the one that made your heart sing the sweetest was whenever you were just near enough to each other that he could sneak his fingers in between your own, locking your hands together with a gentle squeeze.

 A new hunt was before you now, and you stole one more kiss from his lovely face before the beskar fell back down. The access ramp of the old ship fell open slowly, and the change in pressure sucked cold spray into the cabin, making a chill run through you, of course it has to be cold rain. You pulled your mask down over your eyes and tightened your cloak around yourself before marching out into the storm. The rainfall was blinding, and you jacked with your mask’s settings to get some kind of sight back. Thermal was useless, everything coming back as purples and greens in the chill. Night vision almost worked well enough, and you turned to glance back at your comrades, watching the eerie green figure sauntering up behind you with a large, jellyfish shaped blob floating along behind. Water coursed over his beskar and down his many plates, pooling in the indents of his pauldrons and the ridges of his chest piece; giving him a ghastly, wraith-like appearance. You were thankful that the foundling was up off the ground, you, on the other hand, were sinking into the mud with each laboured step. You yelled to your beloved spectre, but your voice was whisked away by the falling rain, making your heart sink with the realization that you could be cut off from him and the child if you lost visual on your crew.

 The forests of Endor were renowned throughout the galaxy, not for their hurricaine-like rainstorms, but for the colossal trees that grew like living skyscrapers, clustered together so densely that they would have blot out the sun if it was shining. You couldn’t tell if it was day or night under the sprawling branches, between their thick canopies and the harrowing rain, it was darker than a sarlacc’s backside on the forest floor. The sound of water roaring through the tree branches and the sound of your own breathing echoing in your audio processors made the world somehow seem sprawling and also very, very crowded. Your lungs were already becoming strained with the chore of plowing through the mud and climbing over the serpentine roots of the gargantuan foliage, the strain of your muscles becoming your only source of heat.

 Your crew plodded along through the rain and mud, following the slow, lazy blink of the fob on Mando’s belt; and you shivered with the cold that was sinking into your bones. The weight of your drenched clothing was starting to become a burden, and you pulled your cloak around to attempt to wring the water from it, but it was quickly resaturated as the rain bore down on you and soaked you through. You craved the warmth of conversation, or even the heat of your mate’s body, but the storm drowned out any sound you would have made. As if he could feel your loneliness, Din reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring, soggy squeeze that gave you just enough of an ember of warmth to keep you going.

 You hiked for hours, and it wasn’t until you were shaking from the cold damp that you noticed the speed of the fobs blinker, it was quicker; indicating that you were getting close. After another hour or so through the sleeting downpour, the flashes of the fob were speeding as fast as your racing heart, the thrill of the hunt spurring you through the timberlands. Between the mammoth trunks you caught something in your visor, a lighter color against the dark grey-greens of the trees, and you flipped your senors back to thermal detection. Ahead, flicking faintly between the now blue and purple of the ice cold foliage, was a tiny spec of red. Fire. You pulled a blade from your belt and knocked the pommel against your beskar, the high pitched ringing getting Mando’s attention for you to signal what you saw, pointing at your eyes then at the target. He signaled back to you, indicating that you would flank the location on either side, and you nodded before vanishing alone into the dark.

 The rough-barked skyscrapers provided almost too much coverage as you approached the scene, making it difficult to get a visual on the campsite. Between each living obelisk, you slinked your way closer, catching snippets of the area between the wooden walls, trying to piece the scene together in your mind; and an uneasy feeling began to creep it’s way under the cold of your skin. Something was wrong, though you couldn’t be sure why until you were almost on top of the ruined campsite. The last embers of a fire were still smouldering under a protective lean-to, but the rest of the area had been thrown apart, with tents and bodies littering the trampled grounds, cold as the grave in the torrential downpour. The taste of bile stung at the back of your throat when you saw the size of the tiny corpses, are those… younglings?  

 You drew your knives on reflex like a nexu puffs its barbs at the approaching body coming through the mist, sheathing them quickly when you realized it was your Mandalorian. He bent down to inspect the bodies in the mud, turning a child-sized corpse over and revealing its wounds. Up close you you could tell it wasn’t human, it looked like some kind of two-legged bear, wearing a little cloth hood around its furry head. You’d never seen anything like it before, it had a snubbed face and little gapped teeth, and in life it was probably pretty cute. The other bodies nearby all had the same gaping blast holes in their chest, and whatever had made these kills, it had to be big.  

The remains of the campfire cast uneasy shadows around the already oppressive darkness, and in the faded light you could just barely make out the edges of tracks in the mud. Large, rectangular indents sank deep in the waterlogged soil, and your guts flopped grossly when you realized what their source had to be: Imp Walker. Both of your visors locked on the widely spaced tracks, and even through the pouring rain you could see him clench his fists. You started to say something when movement caught the corner of your eye through the sheets of rain, and you snapped on where you thought the threat might be; but there was nothing there. You cycled your sensors, trying to pick anything up on your visor, but the kaleidoscope told you nothing of value; maybe you were imagining things.

 Rustling from the nearby bushes confirmed your sanity, and you lept back towards your crewmates with blades drawn, ready to defend them from the incoming assailants. Your oathsworn pushed you behind him on instinct, doing his human shield routine while you tried to do yours, and if you weren’t in immediate danger the situation would have been hilarious. You raised your vibros, sending fans of spray arching off of your pulsating blades, ready to tackle whatever tried to hurt your foundling or your husband. The surge of adrenaline warmed your insides and stoked your fire until it was burning at your eyes; but the squat creature that wobbled out from the bushes had you almost dropping your weapons with how fucking cute it was. What the actual fuck is that?  

 A living version of the casualties around you emerged from the underbrush wearing an adorable little coat and brandishing the tiniest spear ever, and when it was close enough to you it only came up to your waist. Its scruffy, soggy face made some kind of muffled roar noise while it pointed the stone spearhead at you, but it only made the damn thing look more cute instead of intimidating, and you lowered your blades back to their sheaths to address the beastie. Several more of the delightfully stubby creatures materialized from the sleeting shadows, and as cuddly-looking as they were, you felt sweat break out under your mask with the realization that they had you surrounded.

 You heard something behind you, a rattling and thumping that got your attention, and you turned to see Mando doing something with his hands.      Sign language?    Your BSL was rusty, but you were able to pick up a few words including ‘hunters’ and ‘danger’. The toddler-sized teddy bear threw its furry arms around quickly, throwing water everywhere in its response. ‘Bad men’, ‘friends’, ‘stolen’. Stolen? You glanced over at the ruins of the campsite again, and between the waterlogged bodies you caught the glint of chains sinking in the mud, putting the puzzle together in your mind. Your bounty puck didn’t specify what your target was smuggling, but by the urgent sounds of the ursine creature, you guessed that they had been smuggling live animals, and whatever had decimated the camp had taken their ill-begotten quarries along with them.

 Mando signed at you, but you only shrugged at his flurried hands. He went slower, and you picked the word ‘help’ out of all of his gestures. You nodded, and he signed back at the bears with the same phrase. The mysterious collection of soggy beasts melded back into the darkness of the forest; disappearing from view and leaving you with your packmate. Alone again, you pointed at the machine tracks, signaling your intent to follow them to their source. Mando nodded, taking a moment to check on the foundling that hovered along at his side before joining you at the trail. Cycling your visor again, you looked for the strange bear people you had just met, but your sensors picked nothing up in the pouring rain, where’d they go?  

 Like a pair of mist-wraiths you stalked your prey, following the deep indents of the machine that had ruined the smaller trees and shrubs that it had passed through, leaving a fearsome wake of broken branches and fallen leaves. Torrential rain filled the indents like so many small pools, threatening to wash even the deepest set tracks away, and you hurried to follow them before they were lost to the muck.

 You felt the tremors of lumbering, mechanized steps through the soles of your boots long before you heard the Walker, the thunder of heavy equipment eventually making its way over the sound of the storm. You ran side by side with your Mandalorian through the mud, gliding like ghosts as you zeroed in on the prize, only splitting up to flank the repurposed Walker and its entourage when the blink of the bounty fob went nearly solid. Target acquired.  

  Under the towering robotic biped, a collection of boarish looking poachers trudged along beneath the behemoth, dragging loaded cages behind them on hoverskiffs while they kept pace with the towering tank. Its crisp titanium white had been stained and striped over by years out in the weather, and its rusty joints creaked with every stride. You weren’t sure if you were pleased or      pissed     that the collection of raiders accompanying the hulking machination were very-much not Imps, but that begged the question: where the hell did they find that thing?    

  Even through the drenching rain you could see more of the bear people in the tiny cages, clinging to the bars of their confines; the sad sight making your heart drop and your blood boil. The collection of raiders would be the easy part, but the AT-ST could blast you to smithereens if it caught you in its sights, so it would need to be taken out first; or at least distracted. The best way to do that was from inside, and the only way in was through the eye sockets of the durasteel beast.

 You kept pace with the poachers, slinking silently through the shadows while you formulated a plan. The rain had put a serious damper on your communication abilities, and you wished you had been able to talk with Din      verbally    before taking on such a challenge. A slew of poorly fabricated plans sped through your mind before something plinked off of your mask, like a pebble hitting a window, and you took your eyes off the rag-tag raiders to squint upwards into the pouring rain. Another nut hit you square on your armored nose, and you flipped your sensor settings until a gaggle of warm splotches appeared in the trees above you. There they are! Scurrying through the sprawling branches, the wildlings were traversing bridges and platforms built high in the trees, running over top of you with ease compared to your laboured muck trudging.

 A rope ladder was thrown to you, and you clambered up the narrowly spaced rungs until you were high up on the platform with the wooly creatures, who signed furiously at you, making you shrug. Sorry, I don’t speak munchkin.The smugglers were getting away from you, and you sped along the rickety wooden parapets, pushing the bears aside to get closer. At this height you were above eye level with the Walker, and you scanned ahead along the platforms to where a bridge was going over the iron giant’s path. If you could get to the bridge before the Walker passed underneath, you would be able to get the jump on the monstrosity.

 You flew to make your target, shaking water down with each step that blended right into the still-pouring rain and hid your approach. Down below across the muddy path you caught the glint of beskar between the dark foliage, a quick flash, but unmistakable. Through the wooded underbrush he ghosted like quicksilver, and though he was no stranger to you, you felt a sickening curdle run up your spine at the reminder of his ferocity. The armored bounty hunter was a living weapon, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight of him in his natural element. These poor bastards don’t stand a chance.     The blood in your veins burned like acid when you saw him draw his rifle, signaling the start of the attack. Visor contact was made between you and your oathsworn, nodding in succession: Three… two… go!  

 The Mandalorian sprang from the darkness like a phantom, torrents of water streaming off of his silver as he clocked the nearest man with the butt of his rifle. You flew into action high above the vengeful poltergeist, launching yourself off of the bridge and onto the slippery roof of the Walker. With the security detail distracted by vicious beskar below, you were able to swing into the eyehole of the Walker unchallenged, howling like a banshee while you drew your blades. The vibros sang their wicked song as you sliced with abandon, carving a bloody path through the interior of the leviathan. Vorpal blades went snicker-snack through the guts of your first target, then cried steel tears when you blocked a swinging vibro-axe, kicking your mud soaked boots at the shins of your assailant until they keeled over, revealing the soft spot of their neck to your iron bite.

  Twang! Twang twang! Blaster shots ricocheted off your armored face, bouncing around the cabin as you pounced on the last man, knocking his blaster away with one singing blade and sinking into his chest with the other. Surrounded by your kills, you grabbed at the steering controls, veering the durasteel behemoth through the infantrymen still on the ground; cackling like a madwoman at the crunch under your metal feet. Below you, Mando dived to avoid your enormous steps, rolling away into the safety of the underbrush where he wouldn’t get crushed by your bloodthirsty dance. You bore down on the steering trigger, firing the main turret in a wild spray that did more damage to the surrounding woods than to the ants crawling at your feet.

 The Walker responded poorly to you hauling on the controls, teetering around on its big chicken legs like a drunk until the hydraulic pinions became crossed and you were riding the thing to the ground; narrowly avoiding the prisoner skiff as you fell. You were thrown against the wall when the legged tank hit the mud, along with the bloodsoaked bodies of your victims, smothering you with their dead weight. The fallen assault vehicle tilted sideways as it slid face first into a waterlogged ditch, and the cabin began to fill with swampy, silt-laden water. Kicking and thrashing at the corpses, you struggled to get free as water and muck began to seep into the cabin, threatening to drown you in a grave filled with your own kills.

 Outside in the storm, the remaining poachers met a quick death between Mando’s armored fists and the end of his blaster, soaking the already oversaturated soil with their blood. The beskar fiend claimed the last of the smuggler’s souls before he bound over to the fallen Walker that had you trapped inside, and the thud thud thud of his boots kicking at the stubborn hatch bar resonated in the cabin until he loosened it enough to turn the release wheel. Rain drenched your face as the door opened high above your head, just out of reach of the yellow gloves that were grasping for you. You tried to jump, to climb up the overturned floor to get closer, even launching off of the pile of corpses didn’t put you close enough for your companion’s reach. If you waited long enough, you might be able to swim to the door, if the mud didn’t suck you under first.

-fwip!- SNAP! The familiar grapple shot out from his vambrace and tangled around your outstretched arm, hauling you up painfully by your wrist until you were close enough for him to grab, and you let him scoop you out of the sinking tank and into the heavy rain. You both slipped down the wet durasteel and over the twisted legs of the beast until you were up on the muddy path, slogging through the dredged up sediment as best you could until you were at the loaded hoversled. Aboard, the frantic bear creatures whooped and hollered, looking like a pack of excited mops with their rain soaked fur.

 Your vibroblades screeched against the bars of the cage, making your ears ring, and you stuffed the singing daggers back to your belt. Drawing your blaster, you waved the little creature away from the cage door, shooting at the lock until it blew apart. Behind you, Mando did the same, signing at the sentient animal to cover their face before he blasted the confines apart. All the captives were freed in short order, and you helped them down into the mud one at a time. They scuttled away from you into the open arms of their tribemates that were waiting for them beneath the trees.

 Soft, soggy bear paws patted your knees when you reached the welcoming party, and you guessed that was their way of saying ‘thank you’. At your side, your armored companion was signing quickly at the first bear you had met, who signed rapidly back at him between garbled roars. Through your rainstreaked visor you saw him beckon to you, and you cupped your hands around your ears in an attempt to hear him yelling through the unrelenting downpour.

 “Go...camp...shelter!?” You nodded enthusiastically at the few words you caught, the idea of getting out of the ice cold rain was enough for you to agree to, and you ran back over to the battlefield to where you had squashed the poachers beneath the boots of the iron giant. There was no way you would get the ruined corpses into carbonite, so you would have to consign yourself to bringing back a trophy in lieu of bodies to collect your credits with. With a fury you carved away at a busted skull until you were able to pull one of the boarish tusks; hoping that it would have enough of a biosig to register on a code reader. When you rose back up from your butchery, you caught the black hole glare of the Mandalorian’s visor, watching you intently over the heads of the wildings that surrounded him. The two of you must make such a sight, you thought to yourself, an armored ghost and a bloodsoaked banshee.  

  You sauntered through the mud up to your man, letting the rain that fell wash the gore off your gloves. He pulled the fob from his belt, the light flashing rapidly when he touched it to the bloody tusk until it went solid, indicating a successful chain code link. That’ll work! You could tell by the tilt of his helmet that he had watched you take your trophy, and knowing how much he loved your ferocity you guessed he was flashing you those sharp canines of his behind the beskar. Taking a clean blade from your belt, you dragged the tip of the knife up the plate of his chest until you were tapping it against the edge of his helmet, a gentle reminder that you didn’t fuck around. The show of prowess had him grabbing at your waist, groping at your waterlogged sides til you were pressing your body against his frigid armor.

  The pat pat pat of paws on your leg again startled you back to reality, and you cocked your head down at the wildlings that were trying to get you to follow them back to camp. Your riduur pulled away from you to fuss with his buttons, summoning the cloaked jellyfish to float out from behind the trees, and you dashed over to check on the state of your foundling. Inside the hoverpram he sat like a little sultan, still warm and dry, though he was covering his ears to try and save himself from the roar of the rain. Poor little guy! That’s gotta be so loud in there! He squeeked as though he could read your mind, tugging on his sail-like ears with the saddest face you’d ever seen.

 The bear people guided your party through the inky woods, seemingly uninhibited by the slithering roots underfoot as they bound through the dark. Something thundered over the sound of the storm, a low, continuous rumble that got louder as you followed the warm splotches in your thermal sights. You soon came to a furiously raging river, its banks swollen almost to the breaking point with the floodwaters, and the white-capped rapids nipped at the underside of a narrow bridge that ran over top. The short, woolly bipeds scuttled over the swaying bridge, and you waited for the lightweight creatures to cross the sprawling length before you took your first step.

 The soaked boards squeaked underfoot with a threatening creak, making adrenaline surge coldly through your veins at the prospect of being lost to the raging waters below. You could tell that Mando had drawn the same conclusion, and ushered you ahead of him, the foundlings crib floating to your side. You grabbed at the baby buggy, opting to push the floating pram ahead of yourself, determined to make sure the foundling made it to the other side even if you  didn’t.

 You hopped back and forth, trying to sow some courage into your legs without thinking about the raging waters you were about to challenge, locking eyes with the wildings far across from you so you wouldn’t look down. Don’t look down, whatever you do, don’t look down. You took a deep breath, letting your lungs fill with the icy spray of the galewinds before legging it at full speed over the swinging bridge.

 Only when the sound of mud squelched underfoot did you stop, throwing your arms up in a silent victory cheer at your success. Far behind you the faint grey smear of your husband barely contrasted around the grey smears falling from the sky, but the glint of his visor reflected back at you as he started over the bridge. Even over the churning waves you heard the creaking of the boards with his heavily armored steps, and you willed him to hurry up in your mind. The black hole slowly got closer, inching its way to you, then the -crack! of wood breaking and the glint of his helmet falling below eye level made your guts turn over with fear.

  Fuck! He’s broken through! You tore back over the soggy bridge, deaf to the protesting whines of the wet suspensions until you were to him. He was stuck to his chest, the wide ridge of his breastplate having caught on the wood that still supported him while he clawed at the slippery boards. You dove to hook your arms under his shoulders, digging your heels into the flimsy planks in an attempt to lift him from the splintered hole. He latched onto you, trying his best to help with your efforts until you got him up high enough that he was able to get a knee out of the breach, and promptly broke the board under your combined weight, dropping you both into the cascades below.

 Everything went dark as the river swallowed you alive, and the cold of the icy depths made your flesh burn, but not as much as your lungs were burning as you fought for air. You broke the surface, only to be pulled right back down into the inky blackness of the raging river that was carrying you away. Something coiled around your waist, and in your drowning panic you flailed and punched at what you imagined was a serpent, but the muffled clang of ironsong rang wet and ugly in your flooded half-bucket.

  Din! The weight of his armor was pulling him down, and though he was probably at a higher risk of drowning than you were, he was still trying to keep you above the water while he thrashed beside you. Locked together, you spiraled through the swells, the pair of you being thrown through the darkness of the raging river like toy boats in a hurricane, the ravenous waves promising to drown you if you weren’t dashed to pieces by the rapids themselves.

 Sunk below the waves you heard the hiss of the imaginary snake in your ear, and you were jerked against the flow of the tide by something halting your course downstream. Something wrapped around your waist, tight and constricting and threatening to slice you in half like a wire as it coiled under your ribs. You couldn’t see anything out of your visor, and you squinted through the rain streaked glass and crashing waves at the silvery line going up from below the swells into the branches overhead.

 Sputtering and gasping for air, you clawed at the line, wrapping your arms around the armored body that was still under the waves. You coiled around your partner, desperate to keep Din’s body against yours while you waited for the line to pull you to safety, thrashing against the waves like a fish on a hook. The rapids smashed into you again and again until you groped blindly for the winching mechanism on Din’s arm; wondering why he hadn’t hoisted you out of the water yet. His grip on your waist was starting to loosen, held to you only by the grapple’s snare, and you smashed at the button panel of his wrist until the line went taut and you were both pulled against the raging tides toward the branches overhead.

 Hanging over the roaring waters by the line tangled around your body, you could see the brown smear where the river bank should be. Tightening your guts, you started to swing the pair of you over the water like an oversized pendulum until you were launched at the muddy shores, crashing unceremoniously into the muck. Nearly coughing up a lung, you gasped for air on the sodden ground, shaking the water from yourself in a futile act of defiance against the raging storm. Beside you, the dark form of your partner was motionless, and you rolled him over until he was face up. Water drained slowly from the underside of his flooded helmet, and your blood ran cold with the realization that there was nowhere else for it to go except into his lungs.

 “Fucking bucket!” You screamed against the raging gale, grabbing at your waterlogged cloak to throw over the two of you, trying to protect not only his body but also his creed as you dug your fingers under the edge of the armor. You hunted for the latches that kept the damn thing locked to his face until you were able to yank the fucker off; sending a flood of entirely-too-much water gushing out over your hands. It was dark as the void underneath the impromptu cover, and you flipped through your visor options around til you got to thermal, and choked at the cold violet hue of your husband’s face.

  “Oh no you fucking don’t!” Rising to your knees, you locked your palms together and pumped against where his sternum was hidden by his cuirass. “Get… back… here… you… fuckin… ass… hole!” You roared between chest compressions, only stopping your fervent tempo to toss your mask off and pinch his nose closed; tilting his head back to breathe what you hoped was life-giving air into his mouth. “Don’t… make… me… come… in… there… after… you!” You breathed into him again, fighting the urge to break down from the terror of losing him. “You’ve… gotta… take… care… of… me!” Still you pumped, the salt of tears on your lips as you pressed your mouth to his frigid face. “Take… care… of… our… FOUNDLING!”  

  “HuuahAHCH!! ACH! *cough! coUGH COUGH!*” Brackish water spewed violently from his mouth between broken gasps for air, his arms flailing until his hands tangled in the soaked fabric of your clothes. He sputtered in your arms, desperate to fill his lungs with oxygen while you rolled him over on his side, letting the water flow out of him more freely.

 “Din! Oh fuck thank the motherfucking Maker! You’re alright! Just breathe!      Breathe!” Cradling his head in your frozen fingers, you tried to soothe him by brushing the water from his hair, but maybe it was to comfort yourself even more. He heaved in your hands, coughing up lungfuls of water until he could start putting words together.  

 “Cy- *cough!* Cyare?” You nodded, but in the dark of the cloak he probably couldn’t see you, so you bent to kiss his chilled face, hoping that you could usher some warmth into his veins.

 “I’m here! I’m here, my love, It’s ok. You’re ok!”

 “I’m...I’m so- *cough!* I’m so sorry…”

 “You should be, you bigass fuckin’ rustbucket.” You were unable to refrain from giving him hell, trying to use your venomous tongue to hide the tears that choked your words and threatened to leave you weeping at his side. “You swore an oath to me, mister, and you think that going for a little swim is going to get you out of it? I don’t think so.” His heavy head rested on your knee, and you could feel tremors coursing through his body in quick bursts. You rocked with him between your hands, pressing more kisses to his damp face and stroking his wet curls. “You’re stuck with me, bucket boy, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

 “F-foundling? Where?”

  Shit, good question. The last you had seen the child’s pram was when you’d booked it over the rickety bridge, and you had left it with the other alien toddlers before rushing to save your man. “I can only handle one of you boys at a time, we’ll find him as soon as I know you’re good.” The hands that were clinging to you started to push against your chest, and you grabbed him before he could haul himself up. “Oh no you don’t. Not til I say so, damnit!”

“Gotta… g-gotta get...get the child.” He squirmed weakly against you, a far cry from the muscle and sinew you knew he was made out of. “Our...our baby...”

 “He’s probably fine, those bear thingies are probably running for their lives from that little terror, he can handle himself. Believe me, I know.” Din had gotten one arm under himself and was trying to prop himself up, and you wrapped your arms around him to guide him into a seated position, letting him lean heavily against you. “Take it slow. We’ll go get him soon enough, but I gotta make sure you’re good first, alright?” You felt the cloak blanket wiggle with his nod, and you kissed his face in the dark to thank him for following your wishes.

 Over the sound of the pelting rain you caught the slosh of many quick footsteps, followed by chittering and growling noises, and you grabbed at your belt for a dagger to defend yourself with; but Din pushed at your hands until you lowered the humming blade. With strengthless arms he pulled his helmet back over his head, allowing you to lift the shelter’s edge high enough to see the big, curious eyes of one of the bear people staring at you. More appeared behind the first, and many damp paws were reaching into your space, trying to help the two of you up out of the mud.

  You breathed a mighty sigh of relief when a gaggle of them came into view, tugging the floating pram with them. The foundling had managed to push the edge of the oilskin back over the top of his crib, and though he was now sitting in his own private swimming pool, he looked overjoyed to be back with his buir. Since he was already drenched, you lifted him from the bucket and into both your arms, and the tiny beastie chirped away between you.

 “Booger! You’re alright! See, Mando? Told ya so.” Your husband only groaned, pushing his helmet against your unarmored forehead as best he could. You let the foundling out of your arms and into Din’s just long enough so that you could reach down and pull your own beskar out of the muck, giving it a couple of good shakes before setting the dirty thing back on your face. The grit of the riverbank soil felt horrible on your skin, but like hell you were going near that raging torrent to clean it off. With all three of you soaked to the core and covered in mud, you pressed your shoulder up underneath Din’s arm, demanding that he lean his weight on you while you followed the munchkins back to their camp.

 Through the howling rain you heard a new sound, a low, deep blare like a klaxon, but the notes changed in between pitches; and you realized what you were hearing was some kind of music. Firelight peeked out from under the edge of a structure that was in no way naturally formed, the darkness of rusted durasteel absorbing any light that tried to illuminate the surrounding dark. When you got closer you felt your chest clench at the sight: it wasn’t a building, it was a ship, left abandoned to sink into the muck in one of the few clearings between the trees. The star cruiser was now awash with tangled overgrowth, saplings and ferns growing around it as it was slowly being claimed by the forest of Endor.

 The bear people led you into the wreckage, and you breathed a mighty sigh of relief when you were finally out of the rain. Handmade structures littered the interior, built from wood and pelts that were cobbled together into a miniature city inhabited by the cutest creatures the galaxy had to offer; next to your foundling, of course.

 In the center of a ruined mess hall, a massive bonfire had been lit, and the wildlings were spinning and cheering around the pyre to the sound of bone horns; celebrating the return of their captured kin. The folkish music echoed joyously in the open space until it was reverberating in your very core, shaking the icicles from your bones. The rescued creatures ran circles around you, splashing you with their wet fur as they cheered your party on. If you had the energy, you would have laughed at the even tinier wildling cubs that scurried to you, how could these things get any cuter? You set the foundling down, ushering him to go make friends while you dealt with your meat popsicle.

 When you were close enough to the roaring flame, you dropped the two of you onto the loam covered floor, falling on your waterlogged backsides beside the blessed heat. Your stuffed sinuses finally drained, and you could smell something wonderful cooking nearby. You waved at the attending munchkins that had brought you here, rubbing your belly in an attempt to communicate your wishes. Thankfully, they understood your bogus sign language, and a bowl of steaming hot something-or-other was pushed into your outstretched hands. The spicy broth cooked you from the inside out, and you felt your cheeks go rosey at the delightful burn that trickled down your throat. After taking another generous chug of the delicious soup, you turned to Din, trying to push the bowl into his feeble hands; but their tremors threatened to spill it on himself instead of into his mouth.

 “Tilt your helmet back.”

 “I’m fine.”

 “This is not up for debate, tilt your fucking helmet back or I’ll do it for you.” You rolled onto your knees until you were nearly on top of him, blocking any eyes that might catch a glimpse of the secrets that only your clan was privileged to. His hands fumbled at the side of his beskar, and you took it upon yourself to lift it for him, carefully tilting the drink to his lips. He coughed at the peppery tang of it, and you waited patiently until he nodded for more, holding on to the undersides of your hands with his own. When he drank what you determined was his fill, you set the steaming mug at your side and let the armor fall back into place. His iron body was still shaking, the heat of the fireside not strong enough to penetrate his many layers. “Sweetheart, your armor’s gonna have to come off, you gotta get warm.”

 “No.”

 “No? If I don’t get you out of there you’re going to get sick, is that what you want? To get sick?”

 He sighed, letting his heavy bucket fall forward. “No...”

“Good.” You began the arduous labour of stripping him down, shooing away the wildlings that kept trying to help with their soggy bear paws. Diligently you peeled the layers off, disheartened at the water that gushed out from each lifted plate, fuck, no wonder he was so heavy. Beskar at your side, you started on the flack jacket, making sure that it was kept the closest of all his gear with its precious secrets. “Arms up.” Suspenders fell at his side, and you pulled the sopping wet undershirt off of him, tossing it aside with a splat and leaving him sitting in his trousers. His skin was clammy and damp, cold as ice under your fingers that sent fresh chills to your spine. All you had to offer was one of the tarps that were in your bag as coverage, and you threw the crinkly thing over him and crawled underneath to start working off your own soaked layers next to your oathsworn.

 Getting your clothing off was almost more difficult than getting Din’s peeled away, the drenched fabric making it nearly impossible to lift your tired arms. Tangled in the heavy garb, you struggled to pull yourself free when you felt chilly fingers digging in after you, the zesty broth having worked some strength back into the mighty warrior's muscles. You smiled at his glossy visor when you were out of your tunic, wishing you could see his lovely eyes instead, but you were happy enough that he was moving again. You kissed at his armored face, then started to collect the scattered clothing to find somewhere to hang them up to dry. The wildlings gawked at you, but you guessed that they were more concerned with your change in appearance than your actual partial nudity.

 With your gear drying by the fire, you sat back down next to where your man was sipping at the mug on his own, and you squished yourself up against his side, trying to foster some body heat between you. He rumbled at your touch, knocking you almost too hard against the side of your unarmored noggin with his helmet. With the tarp wrapped around the two of you like a blanket, you watched the fuzzy creatures that tropsed past you, giggling at their antics. A couple of the bear people came up to you with baskets of fruit in their paws, pushing them toward you with more trilling growls that you could almost imagine as words.

 You tapped your fingers to the bottom of your chin, then gestured outwards without turning your palm, signing ‘thank you’  to your furry hosts. They chittered at you before going to fetch more baskets of goodies for you to take until you were surrounded by stacks of produce that you would never be able to finish; and you guessed that something had been lost in translation. Laughing, you tried to get them to take some of it back, but they growled at you and bared their teeth, so you sat like a pair of forest deities as the pile of offerings stacked around you grew higher.

 Eventually one of them carried the foundling back to you, the stout creature struggling to hold your tubby buddy, followed by a parade of bear cubs that almost had you in fits. “Heya booger, did you make some friends?” He squeaked and wiggled in the wildlings arms until it let him go, and he tottered toward you on his stubby legs, tripping over the many baskets until you had him in your lap. “There’s my guy. Look, papa’s here too.”

 Battle-scarred arms took the child from you, coiling around the alien baby like a living castle, rocking him softly side to side while he rubbed his child’s ears. The heartwarming moment was somewhat interrupted by a snub nosed cub trying to crawl into your lap, looking up at you expectantly with their wondrous eyes and making grabby paws at you for uppies. You tutted at the creature, “If y’all don’t stop being so cute, we’re going to end up adopting you as well.” Two more clambered onto you, sitting on your knees while they started digging through the many baskets at your sides, and you were more than happy to share with them. Sneaking one of the baskets up over their furry heads, you nudged at Din’s side, trying to offer some to him and his son. He turned the foundling around, and the little devil gleefully dug into the harvest, stuffing his itty bitty mouth full.

 “Mando? You want some?” He shook his head, though he should have learned by now you weren’t actually asking. “You gotta eat, get your strength back.” After some silence, he nodded, and started to dig through the bucket of fruit. Between trying to pick out the berries, holding the foundling, and lifting his helmet up to eat, he was nearly dumping everything all at once, and you swatted at his fumbling hands. “Fucksake, let me help you.” Grabbing a handful, you picked a small berry out and pushed it up under the edge of his helmet; knowing that there was just enough space between the metal and the man for a finger or two.

 He flinched at the intrusion, but you felt the fruit pass over his covered lips and away, and you  waited for him to swallow it before fishing for another. You gently guided another berry up into the cold dark of his armor, brushing past his scruffy chin as you withdrew. "More?" You asked, and he nodded softly. You plucked another treat from the basket, but when you pressed the sweet up to his hidden mouth you jumped at the feel of his tongue flickering over your fingertips, the smooth muscle sending tendrils of heat up your arms. You cocked him a sideways glare, and the tilt of his visor flashed with the reflection of the fire.

 "Can I have another, please?" His voice was groggy with the dampness still settled in his lungs, but the gentleness of his request was too sweet to deny. You went for a juicier fruit this time, and again he lapped at your fingers, a soft hum breezing out of his modulator as he cleaned the nectar from your hand. Once more you fed him, doing your damnedest to keep a straight face when he sucked your digits into his hot mouth, nipping at your tips just enough to make your insides clench around nothing. Stars above.

 "Thank you, mesh'la." He purred when he released you, and you tried to distract yourself by wiping the berry juice from the foundling's face, ignoring the heat pooling in your belly that wasn't from the soup. The baby cooed at you from his father’s knee, then pointed at the cubs that were still clustered around you, gibbering excitedly. Din lifted the baby up in front of himself so that the child would be at eye level with his visor. “What’s that, womp rat? You- *cough!* You want to go see your friends? Alright, but mind your manners.” He set the baby down so that he could scurry away, and the collection of tiny wildlings went galumphing after him. With just the two of you under the tarp now, you watched as your half-naked companion reached for another one of the baskets, this one loaded full of bright purple plums. “Would you like one, cyare?”  

 He selected one with a soft, colorful rind, holding it up for you to taste, and you leaned forward to accept his offering. The succulent treat was pushed to your lips, and you sank your teeth into its flesh, trying, and failing, to keep the juice from running down your chin. The tilted visor watched you with its fiery gaze, and you imagined his soulful eyes tracking the droplets on your face. The pad of his thumb caressed at your mouth, and you let him push the stray juice to your lips, licking at him playfully. Again he brought the fruit up for you to take another bite, and you sucked at the pinkish flesh almost too noisily to be anything other than flirtatious. Din held the plum to you for as long as it took for you to finish it, careful not to let you swallow the stone at its center. When the fruit was finished, he tossed the pit aside and ran his thumbs over your lips with a gentle touch.

 “I want another one.” You said, kissing at his hands, and immediately another plum materialized in front of you. You bit into the fruit, not even bothering to stop the juice that ran down your face and onto your bare breasts, amazed that you were so brazenly flirting with each other in the dead center of the wildling community; but the creatures paid you no mind, busy with their own grooming and eating to care about the strange human activities. Din pulled the plum away from you before you could finish eating it, instead opting to tear off a small chunk. You held your mouth open, sticking your tongue out for him to place the fruit on, but the treat wasn’t the only thing that made its way past your lips. The pad of his thumb brushed over the edges of your teeth while you balanced the piece in your mouth, cupping your chin with his fingers so he could circle your lips. You swallowed the fruit, lapping at his thumb while you sucked it down, and the low rumble he made was heavenly. “Do you wanna try one?”

 “I don’t think that will fit under my helmet, cyare.”  

 “Well then,” You ran your hands over his arms until you were dragging your fingers down his chest, relieved to feel that his skin was warm to the touch. Phew. “Why don’t we go somewhere that you can take that thing off, hmm?” He glanced around the sprawling room, and though there were plenty of wildling homes, none of them would be big enough for a human, let alone two. Noticing the way he scoped the area, you rose to your feet, pulling the edge of the tarp closer around his shoulders. “You stay here, I’ll go find us somewhere private, ok?” He nodded, catching your hand before you got too far away and pulling your knuckles to tap against his brow. I love you, too.  

 You pulled a stick from the blaze to light your way, leaving your visor by the fire to dry, and delved into the darker reaches of the fallen craft. Starships were once your home, long before the Razor Crest there were the Corellian-built cruisers that you had grown up on, and this one was no different. Though its walls were creeping with vines and its power source had long died out, the layout was familiar enough for you to make your way through the ruined hold. Skirting around the many ursine dwellings, you walked down a long corridor, poking your head through the half-open doors.

     Med bay, galley, Walker bay -oh- officers quarters, captains quarters…  

 Towards the bow of the ship was a closed door, and you knew from your history that this had to be the bridge. The other rooms had been messed pretty badly by the bear people, but it looked to you like they hadn’t been able to get through the blast shielding of the flight deck. You set your torch upright and got to work on the panel in the corner, even without power you could get the bulkhead open if you could pop the locking mechanism manually.

 When you were just a scamp, freshly plucked from Corellia's sickly shores, you had tried to make yourself useful by getting into small spaces; though more often than not it just got you into trouble. Bilgerat they had called you, a common nickname for stowaways. Vent and duct work was where you’d cut your teeth, but as you grew and your fingers became more agile you were given tasks around the rest of the ship, gruntwork to keep a teenager busy; but those small odds and ends made you a jack of all trades and an asset to any crew. It wasn’t until your wagging tongue and listless singing caught the ears of your superiors were you given a real job. A title. A name.

Taking a blade from your belt, you carefully unscrewed the durasteel cover and started picking away at the gunk that had built up over time. You could hear the chief of engineering nagging at you in the back of your head, ‘Ya can’t shout a door open, no matter ‘ow much ya point that vile tongue a’yers at it, ya gots’ta use somethin’ sharp.’ Let’s see… move this here, get my blade right under… there! The CLANG of the safety lock echoed ominously down the empty hallway, and you held your breath as you waited for the curious beasties to come investigate.

 No soft footsteps echoed back to you, so you started prying the door open, fighting against the overgrowth until you had a hole big enough to slip through. Holding the fading firelight aloft, you checked your surroundings,and were pleasantly surprised at the state of the wide, triangular space. The years had been kinder to it than the rest of the ship, and though it was cluttered with dried leaves it could still almost be considered clean. You held the firelight aloft as you padded carefully through the once-proud space, the sound your footsteps silent against the roar of the storm.

 Above you the rain pelted against a sloping transparisteel window, though you could hear the weather raging away more than you could actually see it. Something besides the cold air gave you chills, and you squinted into the dark, almost chucking your torch when you caught the glint of white armor. Still seated in the captain's chair was the captain himself, and though his withered husk was no longer a threat, you still fished a blade from your thigh holsters before you got closer. The tarnished white of his duraplast and the flash of his lipless grin made your flesh crawl, and the urge to light him up like a papery firework became almost overwhelming.

 The day had been soaked more thoroughly with death than it had been from rain, but the decaying corpse made you more uneasy than every kill you had made out in the storm. Inching closer, you caught the glint of steel in his teeth, the remnants of a shock capsule still wedged between his molars. You coward, you took the easy way out, didn’t you? How could you expect anything less from the Empire, lily-livered skinks, the lot of them. Enough of you! I’m the captain now! You lifted the human piñata out of his grave, marching to the trash chute and dumping the husk down into the dark. Bye bye, fucko.  

 Alone, truly alone now without the grinning skull of the forgotten captain, you paced the room, checking for more surprises. Dust had settled on almost every surface between the vines that creeped their way over the many consoles and monitors where once entire platoons of engineers and navigators had guided the mighty ship through the stars. As dark as it was, you closed your eyes, imagining the hustle and bustle of crews long past, the bark of captain's orders and the salty rebuke of their officers echoing in your memories. Your legs moved on without you, eyes open or closed mattered not as you wandered through the bridge on muscle memory until you were at the communication officers post.

     How long has it been, you wondered, since you had sat in that chair? A decade? Maybe more? The chair in question was garbage, but the microphone was still jutting out of the dashboard, and you brushed your fingers against the indents of the receiver. If only there was power in this old girl, you could really make those wildings think you were a god.  

 It was only by sheer arrogance that you had been given that chair, your ability to snake your tongue into the mind of any who opposed you was unparalleled. You weren’t qualified by any stretch of the word, but your superior officers had become ensorcelled by your siren songs, and you had been seated at the microphone to relay the bridge’s orders to the other units by day and unleash your starborn melodies by night. Though your captain’s word was law, your voice was what brought your crew solace when they would rest their weary heads. You hummed to yourself in the dark, unable to resist the call of days long gone.

“In a tower of flame as my starship fell, I was there. I know not where they laid my bones, it could be anywhere. But when fire and smoke had faded, the darkness left my sight, And I found my soul in a spaceship's hold, riding home on a trail of light.”  

 Your starsong resonated high and mighty through the bridge, oh those      acoustics! You loved the Iron Mistress that you’d been wed to on the arm of a Mandalorian, but the Crest’s cramped quarters couldn’t compare to the amphitheater that was a cruiser's bridge.

“And my wings are made of tungsten, my flesh of glass and steel. I am the pride of stars gone by for the power that I wield. Once upon a lifetime, I died a pioneer; Now I sing within a spaceship's heart. Does anybody hear?”  

 As if the sky itself heard your pleas, the storm roared and flashed wickedly outside the window, but lost in your reverie the thunderous boom sounded gunfire.

 Repressed memories exploded to life behind your eyes, and clear as day you saw it all come rushing back: the swath of stars above a glowing world, the streaks of cannon shots blasting at your eyes, colliding with the star cruiser’s shielding in vicious cerulean ripples of St Elmo’s fire. Your ship wouldn’t last much longer under the assault, the order had to be given.

  Fire.  

  Forecanons erupted to life, snuffing out the assailants like a reaper's scythe, carving a fiery path through the fray. The strength of the canons rocked your ship to its core, the thud thud thud of ionized plasma decimating the scrambled jets in your line of sight. Another hailing of shots peppered overhead, flickering across the transparisteel and drawing your attention to the radiant green halo that was coming to life on the surface of the mechanical moon your ship had been charged to escort. The corona of hellfire blazed and shot a beam of decimation into the world below.

 And then it was gone.

 Nothing but dust remained of the planet below, wafting away on the solar winds like the seeds of a dandelion. Around you your crewmates cheered, but all you had heard that day was the sound of screams.  

 You never set foot on a star cruiser again, and though you doubted the rebel alliance would take you in, the Guild asked no questions; and the next years of your life were spent hunting down the remnants of the Empire that had raised you.

 “Permission to come aboard, captain?”

 The modulated words behind you tore you violently from your recollections of despair, but you were thankful to be rescued from your tumultuous spiral. In the doorway that you had pried open stood the man you had chosen to walk the stars with, leaning against the sabotaged bulkhead. He had thrown his flack jacket over his shoulders, and under one arm was a basket full of fabric and beskar. A light on the side of his helmet shone like a sunbeam through the dark room, rivaling the torch you had since forgotten.

 “Heya bucket boy, you feeling better?” You asked, happy to leave your nightmares behind on the rusted dashboard as you wandered back to him.

 He nodded. “Thanks to you, mesh’la. I thought I heard your voice and I got worried. I’m glad to see you’re ok.”

 “You’re glad I’m ok? You almost fucking died!” He stiffened at the reminder, shirking away from you.

 “I’m so sorr-”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, rustbucket.” You crossed the last few steps to him and grabbed his helmet by the recess of its cheeks, forcing him to dip his head to yours as you crashed your brow against his, maybe a little too hard for your unarmored skull; but you were determined to connect with him in the most sacred way he knew. The loaded basket under his arm hit the ground with a thwump when he dropped it, clutching at the sides of your jaw to hold you to him.

 “Cyare… please, I want to tell you I’m sorry.”

 “Shush, I don’t want your apology. I want you.” You met his visor, trying not to squint while you pawed at the highbeam on the side of his armor until it was out of your eyes. “I want you here with me, alive and well, and I got you now, so it’s all good, alright?”

 The pads of his thumbs brushed lovingly at your cheeks as he pushed you gently away so that he could see you better. “No, it’s      not    alright. It’s not… I can’t…” Fuck, he was so bad at stringing words together in Basic. Mando’a was so much easier, so much less clunky. He could parse entire lines of poetry to you in the words of the ruined world he had left behind, compare your beauty to the light of the stars, your radiance to the glow of many moons. Mando’a could be so much deeper than Basic, too. He wasn’t lying when he’d told you      cyare was like cyar'ika but with more meaning. It carried the weight of the galaxy with it, and the first time he had spoken it to you was when he had accepted your silent, albeit accidental proposal. Cyare means love, love like no other. A love worth dying for.  

 You couldn’t hear him over the galewinds that threatened to blow you into the river as you flew over the bridge to his rescue, but in that harrowing moment he had been telling you to go back, to leave him, let him go. He would sacrifice himself a hundred times over for you or for the foundling, but the thought of      you dying for him made him as sick as it had when you had laid bleeding out on the cot aboard the Crest. That’s not how this is supposed to work, damnit! I’m supposed to be the one protecting her and the foundling. I’m supposed to be the one who risks their life. Gladly he would have laid down his life, as long as the last thing that he knew was of your safety, but then you had dashed to his side, and plunged into the icy depths along with him.

 He was honorbound to you now, first in body and then in soul by the sacred oath of riddurok. You were the foremost thought in his mind as you were both swallowed by the raging swells, but as the weight of his armor dragged him under and his eyes began to darken when his flooded helmet tried to make its kill, he knew it was all over for him. He’d fired the grapple, making sure that his last act in the waking world would be to save you, even if it meant he would drown.

  Swear to me to protect me with your life was the vow that he had sworn, and he was determined to keep it to the bitter end, as your own oath had entailed. You only knew a few words of his adopted tongue, and maybe in time that would change, but for today the universal language would have to do. He breathed deep, trying valiantly to cobble together what he wanted to say. “Putting you in danger is not something a good husband would do.”

 He hoped that was enough to convey what he was feeling to you, but the way your brows cocked in that crooked way told him that his sentiment might have gotten a little lost.

 “Ok… but getting you out of danger is something that a good wife would do.”

  Oh.

 He hadn’t expected that, just like he hadn’t expected to wake back up on that muddy shore with you tearing him a new asshole, but maybe that's exactly what he should have expected. You were more stubborn and headstrong than a wild blurg, and you would lock horns with death itself to protect the ones you loved.

 And you loved him.

 Your hands had drifted down to his chest, noticing the faint purplish bruise that had begun to creep its way over his sternum from your compressions. He winced when you brushed against it, though you guessed it was more from the reminder of your ordeal than from actual pain. “We’re in this together now, and if that means I have to break a rib or two to keep you kickin’, then so be it.”

 He pulled the jacket off of his shoulders, digging through the breast pocket, the jingling, scraping sound making your heart sink at the memory of what he kept there. What if you had crushed them? The opalescent fossils were pulled into the light, as perfect and steadfast as they had been when you had pushed them onto his helmet and asked him to walk beside you for all your days. The flak was tossed to the basket on the floor while he turned the teeth over in his palm. “I guess these really are good luck.”

“Well obviously, that’s why I gave them to you.” You sassed the mighty warrior. Din pushed the jewels into their recesses with a cocky tilt of his visor, and you kissed at each of the radiant fangs, asking him with your lips for him to finally take that damn helmet off, regardless of how pretty it was now. “Is this private enough? I need to check your face for leeches.” He turned away from you to the bulkhead, sliding it closed before doing as you asked. The beskar was lifted away, taking the light source with it, and you took the helmet from him to use the spotlight for your inspection. “Fuck me sideways.”

 “Well, I mean, if you insist.” His lopsided smile curled upwards under sunken eyes, and you almost dropped the light when you reached up to touch his pale skin, still cold and clammy from keeping the wet armor on for too long. You brushed his matted hair off of his brow, swearing that you could feel ice crystals against your fingertips. Fucksake, he looked like death.  

 “Shit balls of hell, Din, that fucking bucket is gonna be the death of you.” You turned and set the offending beskar down on a low table, pointing the light as best you could towards the pair of you and throwing shadows around the room. The shades that danced over his face gave him the same haunted look as the corpse you had chucked down the garbage chute, and you felt a nasty chill run through your spine at the memory of that lipless grin. Not on my watch.  

 Though your skin was still a little cool, it was leagues warmer than his, and you pulled him in for a world-erasing hug, letting him bury his nose in the crook of your shoulder. His body was warm enough, but the insulated armor had kept the heat of the fire from reaching his head, and you hoped the heat of your heart would be enough to thaw him. Whether it was or not didn’t seem to matter to him, and he sank against you, dragging his hands down your back until they were resting against the span of your hips. You kissed his frigid face, feeling the pricks at the corners of your eyes when you realized his skin was no warmer than it had been on the river’s shore.

 You dug your fingers through his curls, trying to squeegee the water out until it was running down his spine. He groaned against you, and you felt him shiver at the cold drops against his warm back; under better circumstances you would have laughed at the goosebumps that prickeled his skin.

 “Who were you talking to? I know I heard your voice earlier.” He whispered softly against your ear, punctuating his question with more soft kisses.

 “Just singin’ to myself.” That wasn’t a lie, but maybe it wasn’t the whole truth either.

 “Can I hear it?”

 You nodded sheepishly against the side of his head, taking a deep breath that pulled the off-kilter scent of him into your lungs. He smelled like the rain, though it was probably more river water than petrichor. That mixed with the smell of woodfire smoke on top of his persistent warrior musk brought the tranquility of the forest without the storm through your mind. Peaceful. Caught in the cold limelight of the helmets glare, you sang the starsong back to him, lower and slower than you had when you were by yourself for your solo audience. It was just above a whisper, only enough for him alone to hear. A full house was overrated anyway.  

 It wasn’t until you’d gotten a few lines in when you felt it, the gentle sway    between the two of you, not quite dancing, but just as meaningful. You couldn’t dance, and you were willing to bet good credits that neither could he, but that didn’t matter in the slightest. It was just the two of you, arms wrapped around each other while you tried to warm him away from the grave, and him lovingly holding on tight. Din’s hands glided over your bare back and around your shoulders until they were sinking back down again to your waist, rocking you slowly with him back and forth to the ballad of the stars.

 You sauntered through the chorus again, and this time another sound beside the tenor of your own voice met your ears. With his face still pressed to the side of yours, your husband was humming, not in the way he usually did like when he was trying to flirt. No, he was humming along, just a tad off key, but his rich, wavering baritone swelled underneath your own voice until it was carrying your words up to the riveted sky where they could contest with the roar of the rain.

 And it was beautiful.

 Nobody in your years had ever made you cry as much as this man did, and as the last words of your song floated away you wiped the corners of your eyes off on the scruff of his face, hoping that he wouldn’t catch the stars caught in your lashes. His honeydark pools missed nothing, and they fluttered shut as he kissed your tears away, but the feel of warm skin on yours brought more of them anyway.

 “Please don’t cry, Starsong.” He soothed, slowly kissing over the ridges of your cheekbones until he was pressed to your lips. The sound of your new name made you smile against him. Stars above, how many names had you been given? Of all your titles, this one was your probably favorite, especially when it poured out from the mouth of the man you adored. You met his doe-like eyes with your own, watching the way they darted back and forth, still amazed that there was so much expression that was hidden by the beskar. He smiled back, a little bashfully, but nevertheless his sweet face sent warmth to the depths of your heart.

 Unwilling to resist him any longer, you crashed your lips against him, hearing him inhale sharply at your bravado. He still tasted like the fruit you had given him, sweet and succulent as a summer day, the flavor of him vaporizing the sound of storms, both inside and out. Your lips fit so perfectly against his, as if they had been made for each other, and you hummed into him when you felt the faintest touch of his tongue. Deepening your kisses, you went after the smooth muscle with your own, making him groan and dig his hands into your sides.

  Maker save him, he just can’t help himself with you, and the tender moment between you is engulfed in fire as he licks deeper into your mouth, rumbling at the whine you make. The whiskers on his face tickle at the side of your nose, almost making you sneeze when he tilts his head to chase the taste of you further. Sharp teeth catch on your lower lip when he bites at the edge of your mouth, the snag of his canines are soft, but demanding, and you gladly throw him off his attack when you bite him back. He pulls away from you to growl in your ear, but the effect is immediately lost when your chest tears away from his with a -shtiiiiiick-.  

 The fruit juice. You’d thrown your modesty right out the window many moons ago, and had completely ignored the fact that your tunic had been left drying by the fire when you went to go find a space to let Din free himself of his armor without tarnishing his creed. The plum juice from your devious game at the fireside had long since dried, but mixed with the sweat of your bodies it had become sticky again, and your unarmored companion only cocked his head at the strange sensation for a moment before he was diving for the nectar on your chest.

 “Riduur’iiikaaa~”    He crooned against your flesh, dragging his tongue over the swell of your breasts and up the length of your neck until he was nipping at your jaw. “You taste delicious.” You could only giggle at the flip-flopping desires of your man, letting yourself get caught up in the affections of the mighty warrior that loved you so. His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin against your skin at the sound of your laughter, and your mirth was gracelessly snuffed when he sucked at the tender side of your neck, leaving a trail of blooming marks down the side of your throat. Mine.    

 You laced your fingers in his damp hair as he made his way over your collarbone and back down to lap at the ambrosia coating the flesh that bounced so sweetly between his palms. He took a hardened tip between his lips, sucking the tender bud into his hot wet mouth, and though he was already sending you spinning, you couldn’t help but feel the faintest flicker of pride that you had cast all the ice from his veins. The residual worry floated back out from the edges of your mind, and you kissed the top of his head to get his attention, if only briefly.

 “Are you feeling ok though? Is it warm enough here for you? You’ve already been through enough shit today and the last thing we need is for you to get sick.” The half-lidded gaze that hauled itself up to meet your eyes made you feel like a lust-drunk fool. Stupid question.  

 “My wife, my love.” Stars above, the way he just let those words flow so readily made the heat in your chest surge all the way to the fingertips that he held so lightly between his own. He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss at the backs of your knuckles in that slow, deliberate pattern that sent electric shocks through your spine until it couldn’t stand you up straight anymore. The Mandalorian pulled you to him with another round of fervent kisses before leaning away from you, flashing you a devilish grin. “I know exactly where I can get myself warmed up.”

  Hot damn. “Oh yeah? Where’s that?” He chuckled darkly at your feigned ignorance, as if you didn’t know.  

 “Between your legs, cyar’ika” The last of your moxie dissolved like mist against a wildfire, but you knew he liked it when you made it a challenge, and you faked your best bemused face at him while he spooled himself around you.

 “Hmm… I dunno… There’s probably fish swimming around in my chonies after being in the rain for so long.” You snickered, but the look you got from him was decimating. “What? Can’t take a joke?”

 “Your pussy belongs to me, there better not be any damn fish in that sweet cunt of yours.”

 “Din!!” The audacity of this man! His rumbling laugh sent blazes over your skin, and your mouth was swallowed by his again to distract you from his wandering hands. Your startled cry disappeared down his throat when he plunged his hand down the front of your pants,hunting for the offending sea life that vexed you so. Calloused fingertips searched blindly through your folds, and you sank your nails into his shoulders while he pushed the devious digits through your slick heat.

 “Hm, no fish here.”

 “Fuck you.”  

 “Alright.” You floundered against his chest as he sank a finger into your dripping cunt, quickly followed by a second all the way to his knuckles. He had you squirming around his strong hands, but you became determined not to lose a game he didn’t know you were playing, and you stuffed your own mitt down the front of his sodden trousers to grope at his cock.

 “Found one.”

 “It’s cold.” 

“-Snrk-” You snorted an ugly laugh at him, but he ignored you and speared his fingers into you harder, pumping against your insides until your body was quaking in time with his thrusts. Not to be outdone, you palmed at his cool member, dragging nimble fingers along his shaft until you were cupping his balls. A choked, needy whine broke its way out past his teeth, and you gleefully watched his resolve break down across his handsome face. The pace of his pulsing hand fell out of time, the slick digits worming their way out to tease at your clit. His dark eyes flashed with shameless lust at your mewls, no doubt enjoying the same show of dissolution that you were.

 “Why don’t you pop a squat and let me take care of you, eh tinman?” You moaned breathy in his ear, biting at his lobe and making him sink his teeth into the meat of your shoulder while he tried not to crumble from your assault. Another gentle tug on his cock had him twitching at the waist and leaning heavily against you while you stoked his fire.

 “Haven’t… haven’t you t-taken care of me enough f-for one day?” His voice was haggard and broken, wavering over the fine line between spoken words and feral growls that burned against your skin.

 “Never.” You yanked your hips away from him, pulling him free of your sweet spot so you could drag him by his groin over to the captain's chair. Reluctantly you released him just long enough to push him into the seat, forcing him back until he was nice and reclined for you to unzip his pants and free him from the confines of the duraweave. The force of your excavating sprang the flushed member out so quickly that it bounced against his belly, leaving a glistening string of precum that made your mouth water.

 Fucking stars he looked so beautiful like this, the color had come back to his blissed-out face, making his cheeks look all rosey under sex-craved eyes. You knocked his armored thighs apart with your knees to tower over him, and the spectacle of those chocolate depths going wide turned your lips upwards in a devious sneer.

 “M-mesh’la, really, I s-should be t-taking care of… of  you...” So thoughtful of him to offer, but you were dead set on lighting his insides ablaze    .

 “Nah, you might be in the chair, but I’m the captain’a this ship.” You recklessly threw a leg over his thigh to straddle him with your still-clothed crotch and took a generous fistful of his shaft between your hands that nearly knocked the wind out of him. Dragging your thumb over his weeping head, you circled the blunt tip, smearing the slick down and around the length of him and making him shiver. When he’d been lubed to your liking, you wrapped your hands around him and languidly jerked him off just to watch him fall apart.

 The eyes that you had earned the right to see rolled and fluttered under his long lashes, squeezing shut whenever you tightened your grip as though you had a joystick in your hands and not his swollen flesh. You wondered then if you would have the same effect on his steering as you did on the Walker’s, chuckling to yourself at the thought of riding him to the ground. With his leg between yours you started gyrating against him, slotting the ridge of his legplate against where your slit pressed at the fabric of your pants; and his eyes shot open at the new sensation of you riding his thigh.

 “You know I c-can do that for you, right?” He asked with a whine, nearly choking on his own tongue when you palmed at his sack.

 “No touching, that’s an order.” Ohohoho he didn’t like that one bit, his eyebrows nearly dancing off his forehead while he tried to process the thought of not being able to touch the body of the woman he had sworn himself to. His plush lips curled up and bore his teeth at you in a rabid snarl that morphed into a villainous grin.

 “Yes, captain.”

 You ground down on his legplate in time with your fisting, feeling your own warm slick sticking to the inside of your trousers and slipping down the insides of your thighs. Your Mandalorian rocked his hips up against your downward strokes, clawing his hands at the armrests of the iron throne you had sat him in, forbidden to grope at your rolling breasts like he so desperately wanted to. The way you rolled your hips over his thigh had the gorgeous dewdrops swaying right in front of his eyes, nearly hypnotizing him with the way they moved. Just a little closer and he could take the tip of one in his mouth where it belonged, where he could suckle the taste of the plum nectar off of them until just the sweet, delectable taste of you remained.

 The hard beskar grinding against your cunt felt wonderful, but not as marvelous as you knew the feel of his living steel would be. Without releasing him from your grasp you stood up from his hot armor and pushed yourself up between his legs. “Get me out of these.”

 Brown eyes twinkled at you from under sly brows. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to touch you?”

 “Either you take them off of me or I let go of mini mando. Your choice.” You twisted your fist around him to make your point, making him convulse in your grasp and moan right in your face. You heard the sound of your pants hitting the floor before you even felt him digging at your waist, and you couldn’t help but look down at your bare legs in surprise. “Impressive, now hands off, mister.”

 “Vixen.”

“Captain.” Kicking your boots off you clambered up into the chair with him, setting your knees on the bulky armrests so that you hovered just out of reach of his throbbing cock. His hips jutted upwards, trying to reach wondrous warmth, but to no avail. The shit-eating-grin you flashed him made him growl    , he was getting so impatient, but you didn’t give a single fuck. “You want this, hmm?” You ran a hand through your folds, circling your own clit for him to watch while you played with his dick. At his sides his fingers curled and uncurled into fidgety fists, simultaneously loving and hating the order you had given.

 “F- fuck yes please, cyare.”  

 “Is that begging I hear?” You chuckled venomously, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “For shame, a Mandalorian begging to have his cock fucked.” The muscles that usually bore the weight of beskar twitched on the sides of his neck, making the glare of the visor that usually hid him easy to imagine. “Go ahead then, beg me to take you.” Another flick of your wrist had him arching his back and running his hands up through his disheveled locks until he was grabbing at the headrest for support. You were turning him into such a mess, and the lids of his eyes fought to keep his gaze on where your hand was fanning and spreading your own burning need around for him to see. “Say my name.”  

 A ragged gasp of your birthname sang its way into the dark of the bridge, but the sound of it sounded so strange now, as if it didn’t belong to you any more, and you tutted and shook your head. From between his raised arms he waggled brows at you, surprised that he hadn’t given you what you’d demanded. “No, not that one,” you whispered, letting the heat of your breath collide with the steam of the living locomotive.

“C-c-c- cyare…”His stuttering words punctuated the rock of his hips, and he throbbed hard in your palm. You swapped hands, dragging your own hot slick over his length, but only a single stroke, can’t have him coming undone just yet.

 “Nope. Pick another one.”

 His head rolled back against the headrest under his elbows that were now over his eyes, trying to hide himself from your vicious teasing. You knew words weren’t his strong point, but watching him writhe to meet your demands was a show worth waiting for.

 “S-ss- Star-ssong?” The term of endearment hissed through his clenched teeth, Hmm, closer. You rewarded him with another slide of your soaked hand, swiping a thumb through the weeping slit of his swollen length.

 “Lemme hear that in Mando’a.” 

“Tra’laaar-! Please Tra’laar!” The agonized whine that he barked out practically echoed through the stately chamber, and it was perfection. Through one tightly-screwed eye he saw you flash a smile at him and nod, and you sped your efforts up and down his length, making him almost cry at the sensation.      “Tra’laar, ner Tra’laar, gedet’ye! Gedet’ye ni linibar gar!” The words of his native tongue poured out of him like the river he’d nearly drowned in, and though you only knew the sound of your gifted name, the agonized prayers told you enough.

 Carefully you lifted yourself down from the armrests and into the seat, squeezing your knees in between the durasteel and the side of his hips and letting your molten core swallow him inch by delicious inch. Under you the Mandalorian rutted hard up into your heat, and you caught his hands in yours before he could grapple at your waist. “I said no touching.”  

He fought in your grasp, nearly clawing his way to your feverish flesh, but settled for being able to finally be inside of you. The muscles of his abdomen rolled his hips up into you, trying their damnedest to quench his thirst, and you tossed his arms away from you to drag your fingers through the soft treasure trail of his belly. Beneath your fingertips he twitched and heaved, caught between the need to feel you sliding over his cock and the terror of having his soft underbelly exposed.

 Sparing his vulnerable guts for now, you glided your hands up to his chest, riding him slowly and deliberately while you took your sweet time. Your eyes watched his as you rose higher up on your knees and sank back down again and again, reveling in the way his gorgeous eyes flickered every time he disappeared into you. Though he wasn’t allowed to touch you, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him, and you swiped your thumbs under the buds of his chest, almost getting your lights knocked out when he balked at the sensation. In the corners of your eyes you could see his white-knuckled fists still clenching at the sides of the chair, and you gently pinched and rolled the sensitive little nibs between your fingers until he was shaking between your legs.

 “P-p-p please, Tra’laar, I… c-can’t take much m-m-more…” You were supposed to be the minstrel of the two of you, but the way he practically sang like a canary made your blood run hot and your fluttering coils seize around him. “Please, please let me touch you?”  

 “Since you asked so nicely, but only if you keep begging.” Instantly he was on you, holding you by the indents of your neck and back and pulling you down against his chest. With you fixed in place he catapulted up into you, slamming into your slick cunt with a force to be reckoned with. In your ear he spilled long strings of mando’a, though his ragged tempo broke the sweet phrases down into meaningless, lustful jargon. The hot palms on your neck and back broke loose and slapped down on the swell of your ass, giving him complete control to thrust up into you with abandon. The speed and strength of the beskar bronco had you seeing stars in no time, and the shameful squelch of you coming around his length was only drowned out by his own filthy groans.

“Such a good girl, coming around my cock.” He purred in your ear, the sultry words dripping with more malice than your cunt was dripping with cum. “My turn.”

 He threw himself forward, flipping the two of you like a slutty pancake down onto the dirty floor, carefully cradling the back of your head while he did so as not to crack your skull open from the force of impact. You weren’t given a single second to process the change of scenery before he was leaning back to set you at the perfect angle for him to chase his own release. Strong hips thrust against the backs of your thighs, sending the head of his cock bumping against the sensitive patch of nerves over and over until you were clenching around him again. He threw your legs over his shoulders and plowed, giving you a front row ticket to him grinding himself to completion.

 His face was a disaster, brows furrowed and lips pulled back in a snarl that only broke apart with a victorious roar while he spilled everything he had into you until it was nearly frothing out around where you were melted together. He let one of your legs sink off of his shoulder, but coiled his arms around the other, hugging the only part of you he could reach to keep himself steady. For a moment he looked so lovely, almost delicate, as if he was running his hands over a stringed instrument instead of your shaking leg. Whiskered kisses dotted along the side of your leg just moments before he was biting it, hard. With a yelp you fought back in the only way you could by clamping down on his cock that was still buried deep inside, making him falter and release your captive calf. He sank over you, jackknifing you under him while he hunted for your mouth. Through the fiery kisses you could feel the sides of his fuzzy lips turning upwards until his devious grin was making it difficult to kiss him back.

 “You’re such a jerk.”  

 “You started it.”

 “I didn’t do shit.” You giggled and fought against the meat of his shoulder to let your leg go, and when you had your limbs back to yourself you wrapped all of them around him, locking him to you while you both caught your breath. High above you the storm had started to wane, down to a siegeworthy drizzle from a rampant monsoon, though it was still darker than the midnight sea under the frumious cloud cover. There weren’t any stars for you to get lost in outside that sloping transparisteel, but when your lover turned his eyes to meet yours you knew you didn’t need any celestial bodies to navigate the cosmos with.

 Din kissed you again, sweet and slow in his promising way, swearing to love you without a single word. A low, warm rumble of a laugh made its way through his ribs and resonated against your chest, “You’re so beautiful like this,      riduur’ika.    I wish you could see what I see.”

 “I think I can take a guess.” A stray curl had flopped over his sweatstreaked brow, and you gently brushed it back into place with tired fingers. If you looked anything like he did now, blissful and sweaty and exhausted, then you supposed you were probably as beautiful as he said. “Sorry to take away from the festivities, but I gotta ask, where’s our foundling at?”

 Your husband propped himself up on his elbows to address you better, “He’s with the Ewoks, I haven’t heard any screaming so he must be behaving, which is unlike him.”

 “Ewoks?”

 He cocked a brow at you, “Yes, Ewoks, I think you called them ‘bear thingies?’”

 Now it was your turn for crooked glances, “That’s not an ewok, ewoks are some kind of animal, I’ve had ewok and I can assure you it didn’t taste like fur.”

 Din turned away from you with a horrified expression that flattened out the crinkles around his wide eyes. “I shouldn’t have said anything…”

 “The fuck does that mean?!” You ignored the feeling of him slipping out from your soaked core to deal with the sudden bantha in the room. “Din?!”

 “Those poachers we dealt with? Yeah… um. Ewoks are… a… delicacy on s-some planets… ”

  “Your pillow talk needs work you big fucking waffle iron!”  

 Obscenities flew like bullets between the two of you, though as lecherous as you could both be, everything was said with a hefty serving of affection as you both sauntered your way off of the desecrated flight deck. You were glad to leave the pit of memories behind as you spat venom to your husband, who gladly returned fire with more playful jabs. Maybe one day you would tell him of the time you had spent on those mighty star cruisers, though you would just as much rather let bygones be bygones.

After all, you knew how much he hated Imps... 

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04/06/22-Blog 1 of 2: Boat trip on the Beaulieu River and Buckler’s Hard

I did something I had looked forward to for a while today as we went on a boat trip along the Beaulieu River with Wild New Forest. It was a brilliant wildlife packed morning.

It was a raptor fest and early on during the trip we had a phenomenal moment when a Honey Buzzard flew over the boat. We got to make out the pretty markings of this incredible bird so well and this was a moment of pure joy and really made me happy. What a bird to see. It feels so special to have seen it. This is a bird I saw early on in my birdwatching days in the forest but I hadn’t seen one for years. With a bird I have a similar history with, seeing my first ever one on the same day in 2009 the Goshawk being a species I have seen more of over the last couple of years I had hoped to see a Honey Buzzard this year so it was great to see it. I believe it’s only my third ever sighting of this species. I took the second and third pictures in this photoset of it more photos of birds in flight I am pleased with using my new big lens that’s two big occasions in my year after the Skomer Island trip I’ve took flying bird shots and felt this. My bird year list is now up to 177 which is the amount of birds I saw in the entire year in 2014 which feels amazing with how many species I have seen this year so far. As the trip continued we caught sight of a Common Buzzard too and we also had a falcon double with two Kestrels seen and then another spectacular moment with a Peregrine flying with prey in its talons which was great to see in a top year I have had so far for this species. 

We did see a strong list of bird species on the trip and other highlights were a few Sandwich Terns seen well including the one in the ninth picture in this photoset, a lovely group of Sanderlings with a mix of plumages which was different for me as I am used to seeing them in winter in that plumage I took the eighth picture in this photoset of these, Ravens, Oystercatchers, a gorgeous Avocet, Grey Heron, Great Crested Grebe, a fair few Shelducks, Little Egret, Gadwall and Stock Dove. It was also really nice to see lots of Canada Geese including one with a feather sticking out upright from its back which I’d not seen on a bird before I took the fourth picture in this photoset of this. There were top views of Great Black-backed Gulls throughout too. Away from birds it was nice to see a Roe Deer in a field and grey mullet fish spawning at the end once off the boat with moon jellyfish here too which was lovely to see.

Taking in areas such as Exbury, Needs Ore and Lepe this really was a fantastic trip with so much seen and many stunning views of this beautiful river and a bit of the sea we went into on the Solent looking over to the Isle of Wight too in a great mix of habitats. I took the first, fifth, sixth and seventh and tenth pictures in this photoset of views from the boat. I so enjoyed being outside this morning to do this. We visit the New Forest a lot but this was something nice and different to do to immerse ourselves in the wild landscape of the wonderful New Forest. It was a perfect thing to do on this packed long weekend for us. Marcus from Wild New Forest who we follow online and the boat captain did a brilliant job on the tour to skillfully allow us to see amazing wildlife and provide valuable and fascinating information about the area and wildlife. We even had a lovely cup of tea and cakes on board which was so nice. It was such a friendly, interesting and relaxing morning I was so grateful to spend time doing this trip today. As well as this we met some other great people on the trip two people in particular we spoke to a lot and had a lot in common with.

The time here today was ended well by having a nice lunch and tea with very delicious scones in the beautiful Buckler’s Hard Captain’s Table cafe where the boat went from. Whilst doing this Robin, Blackbird, Dunnock, a few House Sparrows and Jackdaw were around as well as a Black-headed Gull as they quite often are in areas like this after crumbs allowing for precious intimate views. There were some stunning vistas of the river and area from here too. And in a little look in the orchard I enjoyed seeing possible carrot flower, broad-leaved clover and speedwell with I believe some water-dropwort seen on the land from the boat. There were petty flowers in the cafe’ too.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first Honey Buzzard of the year, five of my favourite birds the Common Buzzard, Peregrine Falcon, Shelduck, Little Egret and Great Crested Grebe, one of my favourite mammals the Roe Deer, Kestrel, Woodpigeon, Collared Dove, Stock Dove, Raven, Jackdaw, Blackbird, Song Thrush, Robin, House Sparrow, Dunnock, lots of Pied Wagtails on the boat trip, Swift well, Sandwich Tern, Black-headed Gull, Herring Gull, Great Black-backed Gull, Mallard, Gadwall, Canada Goose including some hybrid looking ones, a lone Greylag Goose mixed into a group of Canadas, Mute Swan we saw some with cygnets my first seen this year further up the Beaulieu River on the way here this morning too, Cormorant, Grey Heron, Sanderling, Lapwing, Avocet, Oystercatcher, Curlew, Grey Mullet, Moon Jellyfish and we heard Blackcap.

[younglarva]

March Slav Boogie - Homer Dennison Jr. (1954 Brunswick) • El entierro de los gatos - Los Saicos (1965) • Jack The Ripper - Screaming Lord Sutch (1963 Decca) • Transylvania Twist - Baron Daemon & the Vampires (1963 Seneca Productions Records) • He's a Vampire - Archie King (1959 Dayhill) • [clip: The Exorcist (1973) • Saton's Theme - The Rondells (1961 Amy Records) • The Cat - Rod Willis (1959 NRC) • [clip: The Legend Of The Wolfwoman (1976)] • I'm the Wolfman - Round Robin (1965 Domain) • Goo Goo Muck - Ronnie Cook (1962 Audan) • Werewolf - Morgus & the Daringers (1959 Fulton) • The Hunch - Mad Mike & the Maniacs (1961 HUNCH Records) • The Hump - Invictas (1965 Sahara) • Go Go Gorilla - Shandells (1964 Bangar) • Do the Zombie - Symbols (1958 Universal) • King Kong - Albert Elias (1958 Payson) • Frankenstein Stomp  - Count Lorry and the Biters (1964 Dragon) • [clip: Dr Phibes Rises Again (1972)] • Haunted House - Cris Kevin (1959 Colt 45) • Ghost Train - Electro-Tones (1961 JB Records) • [clip: The Hideous Sun Demon (1958) • Sinners - Freddie and the Hitchikers (1961 Band Box) • Dracula's Theme::Coffin Nails - The Ghouls (1964) • [clip: Invaders From Mars (1953)] • Mope-itty Mope - Bosstones (1959 Boss Records) • [clip: I Married A Monster From Outer Space (1958)] • Martian Hop - Ran-Dells (1963 Chairman) • [clip: Flight To Mars (1951)] • Baby Brother - Bill Carter (1959 Black Jack) • [clip: This Island Earth Trailer (1955) • Flying Saucers Rock 'n' Roll - Billy Lee Riley (1957 Sun Records) • [clip: The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951)] • War of the Worlds - The Atlantics (1963 CBS) • [clip: Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959) • Ghost Satellite - Bob & Jerry (1958 Rendevous Records) • [clip: Destination Moon (1950)] • There's A Fungus Among Us - Hugh Barret & the Victors (1961 Madison) • Beware The Blob - The 5 Blobs (1958 Columbia) • [clip: The Blob (1958)] • Rockin in the Graveyard - Jackie Morningstar (1959 - Sandy) • [clip: Lady Frankenstein (1971)] • The Living Dead - Jim Burgett (1961 Columbia) [clip: Orgy Of The Living Dead (1972) trailer] • Strollin' Spooks - Ken Nordine (1958 Dot) • Swamp Girl - Kay Martin (1957 Roulette) • There's A Creature In The Surfer's Lagoon - The Deadly Ones (1964 Vee Jay) • Do The Jellyfish (from "Sting Of Death" 1966) - Neil Sedaka (1966 Essen Productions Inc.) •  [clip: C.H.U.D. (1984) trailer] • The Mummy - Bob McFadden (1958 Brunswick) • The Mummy's Bracelet - Lee Ross (1958 Ray) • Son of the Mummy - Bob McFadden & Dor (1958 Brunswick) • [clip: Theater Of Blood (1973)] • Draculas Daughter - Sharks (2011 The Western Star Recording Co.) • Witchcraft - Joe Graves & The Diggers (1963 Capitol) • [clip: The Legend Of Hell House (1973)] • Monster In Black Tights - Screaming Lord Sutch (1963 Decca) • The Witch - Sonics (1965 Etiquette) • She's My Witch - Kip Tyler (1958 Ebb) • Dinner With Dracula - Zacherle (1958 Cameo) • [download]

original broadcast: 10.30.21

[sorenskyhigh]

Might be a weird request but Tendou as a protective serial killer and his s/o doesn't know. Until she comes across him in front of murder scene. Let's just say kidnapping and he probs wouldn't let me go but would I mind... No. This is a weird request...😐😑😐🤣🤣🤣

NO!!! This is not weird at all!!! Honestly I live this!!! The comedy that could ensue from this has me just wksnejekjekw

Satori Tendo As a Protective Serial Killer Boyfriend

⚠️ If it wasn't already apparent, gore, and descriptions of a panic attack

First of all, he acted a lot like 707 does in Mystic Messenger

Super funny, super flirty, and makes you laugh like crazy

But you ask him out on a date and now he's borderline rude, very cold

Satori loves you, he does

But to bring you into he dark world he lives in.....he could never

He stays near you so he can protect you, but he stays farther away

He does everything he can to make you want to leave, to not want him

You keep pushing though

You'll be damned if you're letting this one get away

You knew he had trauma, you just didn't know how deep

Tendo also doesn't kill anyone in relation to you unless it's absolutely necessary

He may be a serial killer, but he only kills people he thinks are bad and don't deserve the breath they take from everyone else

It's around 10 at night. You're walking towards your apartment building. This was a nice neighborhood, but that doesn't mean there still aren't unsavory people lurking in the shadows in the alleyways between the beautiful French architecture.

The cobblestone street under your feet click clacked as you walked on. People passing you by every once in awhile.

It was a little chilly. The wind whistled as it struggled to pass through the tight knit homes and shops. The wind complimented a full moon that shined brightly in the pitch black sky.

You avoided eye contact with anyone you passed, but you made sure to check down every alley as you passed.

A scream sounded from a backstreet further down.

Naturally you froze in your tracks. The scream had been broken off at the end but a bubbly, wet sound. Your heart beat against your ribs, very painfully. Your breath became ragged and your throat burned.

You wanted to run the otherwise, call the police, something, but what if you were the only person standing between whoever that was and death?

What if you running away could mean their demise?

Your conscience got the better of you and you started inching along the front of buildings with your back towards the brick buildings.

You checked an alley and saw nothing, so you went to the next building and checked the narrow backstreet.

You almost screamed. You honestly would have if you could get enough breath to.

There, with blood splattered all over him, a crouched Satori Tendo.

He was tending to the body. He was removing the persons fingers, the eyes and teeth already in a jar that sat next to his feet.

Tendo was singing a song in Japanese. You have no idea what he was saying, you only spoke French.

His voice sounded haunting as it resounded quietly in the space around him. Echoing off the walls of the buildings.

His breath was visible from the chill in the air, though you, you felt a different kind of chill.

The kind that ran up your spine like boney children's fingers.

The kind of chill that caused that tingling feeling all over your arms as your hairs raised on end.

The kind of chill that made you feel nauseous.

You had no idea what to do. What was someone supposed to do in this situation? You were watching someone that you loved, dearly, dismember a random person that probably did nothing to deserve this kind of treatment.

A small breath finally escaped you. The smoke billowing out into the opening of the street.

You hurriedly pulled yourself back, trying not to make any noise.

All you could hear was the rapid thrumming of your heart.

Tendo switched to French so you could understand him."Now, now, now. Why did you have to go and start sneaking around. If you would have ignored his scream, you could have lived a long and fulfilling life. Probably".

His footsteps were getting louder. Your fight or flight kicked in and you jumped to your feet and started running.

Your feet smacked loudly against the stones, but yours weren't the only one. You could hear his loud and clear behind you.

As much as you wanted to think that Satori wouldn't hurt you, he did just murder and sliced someone to bits.

Your lungs burned and you could tell he was too close. Your feet hurt as you slammed them against the street. Your eyes started to water.

You stopped and turned on a dime. Tendou saw your face an stopped just short, your noses almost touching. His eyes were the ones wide with fear this time.

His hands were dripping with blood, a knife clenched in one.

You started to shake. Obviously you're scared. Who wouldn't be??? Your breath came out fast and in short, quick spurts.

Tendou very slowly and cautiously took a step back from you. His eyes had saddened as he stared into your soul.

"Call the police if you must. I refuse to hurt you, my Paradise." His words were barely above a whisper. You almost didn't catch what he said over your rapidly beating heart.

You couldn't speak, your mouth was suddenly so dry. It felt like sand had filled your senses, your lungs.

You were having a panic attack. You quickly grabbed the cloth over your chest and bent over. You couldn't get any breath and your mind couldn't focus on anything.

It happened so fast. Satori grabbing your wrist and leading you down the street with the dead person, picking up the jar full of fingers teeth, and eyes. He continued down and made many turns.

Your mind, from lack of oxygen, couldn't comprehend what was going on. Everything was so fast and so complicated. You felt dizzy. You felt even more nauseous.

He brought you to a duplex. He unlocked the door and guided you.

You could barely stand at this point. The blood; his hand covered in it.

Satori led you to his couch. Out of habit you sat down.

You don't know where he went or what he was doing. You didn't know what he would do to you. The only thing you did know was, that person's blood was on your wrist and the sleeves of your sweater. That as all you could focus on.

Your vision started to blurr and blacken out around the edge.

Everything from the wind, the creaks, the pipes; it all was so loud.

You barely noticed a how Satori cleaned the blood off your wrist. His hand was gentle and warm.

Your mind happened to think of the first time he had held your hand.

It was the first time you both had met. He had asked if he could brush a kiss across your knuckles. He said he would never touch someone, especially someone as amazing as you, without your consent.

You were being enrapt by the memory. It was calming.

His eyes had had a slight mischief and he brushed his soft lips across your fingers. His eyes has never left yours.

He then sandwich your hand between his two massive ones, leaning forward slightly so his breath would just barely dance across your skin.

"You were once shattered and then you had to use fire to melt the pieces so you could put yourself back together again, right? You're just like me."

His words that day were why you were here. His words were why you hadn't run when he gave you the chance. That day is why you were now breathing calmly on his couch as he sat on the floor on the opposite side of the room from you.

His large, ruby red eyes glistened with worry as you calmed yourself down.

Pt. 2 maybe?????? If enough people want me to continue this I will

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[pricklybulbasaur]

Universe: My Hero Academia

Prompt: Sneaking out Together

Pair: OC/Todoroki

Cortez was even more thrilled than usual today, as the feathers on her wings fully grew back and she was ready to fly back into the air. The minty-haired girl could not wait to get back into the air, being grounded for weeks made her feel trapped like a bird in a cage, unable to fully explore. Now she wanted to have fun tonight.

She had talked to Todoroki about this and at first, he was hesitant because her wings just grew back, and not sure of their strength as well as the curfew Endeavor had set up. However, when did he ever fully follow his own father’s household rules?

So, they decided to go ahead and have some fun one Saturday night when everyone was asleep. The two of them snuck out to the backyard and Cortez was flapping her wings to prepare for the flight.

“You ready, Aurora?” Todoroki asked while securing his pouch and looked at his schoolmate. “Where do you want to go first?”

“Pretty much, Shouto. As for where to go I am not sure, I only know a small percentage of Musutafu so maybe we just fly around and see what interests us.” Cortez then ruffled her wings again, releasing a chill mist in the surrounding area.

The dual-haired teen looked at Cortez’s wings as it was getting to full wingspan. “Will you be able to fly for long periods of time? They are still pretty new…”

The minty-haired teen smiled happily. “Yeah, they are fine. If I do get tired we can rest a bit.”

Todoroki looked up and down at her for a brief second just to make sure she was indeed strong enough. Her arms still had braces, so he was not sure how they would fly together.

“Hey, eyes up here, Canelo.”

Todoroki jolted and looked straight up into her green eyes. He was stunned as her normally green eyes were glowing a blue from the moonlight that was almost the same color as his left eye. She was beautiful, how he did not see this part of her he never knew.

“Did I surprise ya?” Cortez said while tilting her head a bit, still smiling. I don’t think you have seen my bioluminescent eyes.”

“I-I never seen you like this fully. Last time I saw that similar glow was during the training camp.” Todoroki said and got closer.

Cortez deadpanned, “That’s right, it was when Dabi and the other villains went and kidnapped the Yapping Chihuahua.”

“Can’t you ease up on that nickname for Bakugou? I know he irritates you but I think you should at least stop calling him chihuahua.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He’s actually pretty cool and much more tolerable since we first met. I’m not making any promises though.” She said and then turned around and put her back facing her friend. Todoroki blushed. “What?”

“Ummm, what exactly do you want me to do?” Todoroki said, not sure with the whole thing, let alone where to position himself to not interfere with Cortez’s flying.

Cortez got the gist and chuckled nervously. “Well, I don’t think you want me to carry you bridal style, plus I couldn’t anyways due to my arms still recovering from the calcium deficiency so the only option is kind of like piggyback. Keep your legs close to my hips and your hands just below the shoulder blades, that should not interfere with my wings.”

The poor boy blushed even more. “You can’t be serious…”

The minty-haired girl then pouted. “You don’t want to fly with me?”

*doki* Todoroki's heart pulsed at the cuteness of her face and his stomach did a stab of guilt. She wanted to fly into the skies but the way he was acting, it was like he was trying to force her to stay grounded.

“...Okay.” He finally relented and got onto her back, making sure he stayed clear of her moth wings. She was soft yet strong, and he was really trying hard to not get distracted.

“Ready, Canelo?” Cortez asked and when he nodded she started to flap her wings for a few seconds to gain momentum and eventually they took off and started to fly higher into the sky.

The up and down motion scared him at first where he inadvertently closed his eyes and leaned closer to his female classmates back. The bees buzzing inside his stomach was not a pleasant feeling, attacking him where he was starting to feel nauseous. However, it started to settle as he started to feel the chill in the area, and when he opened his eyes, he and Cortez were high above the clouds.

“...”

“Are you doing ok?” The girl said, giving Todoroki a look of slight concern. She had noticed him tense up in flight, so she was worried he may have gotten nervous. “If it is too high, we can lower the elevation.”

“J-just give me a moment.” Todoroki shivered slightly and took deep breaths calming his nerves. Once the buzzing bee feeling slowed down, he straightened up slowly so he would not jolt his girlfriend’s flying. He then got a better look and saw the entire city lights in the Tatooin District. “You see this every time you fly?”

Cortez smiled. “Yep! I also like to do flight aerobatics, but since you are flying with me that will be put on hold for the moment.”

The dual-haired teen paled and chuckled a bit. “I appreciate it.”

“Heh,” Cortez chuckled and then looked ahead when she noticed a glowing Ferris Wheel on the horizon. A theme park. “Hey, want to fly around the area?” She asked the candy-cane-haired teen while pointing at the park.

“Sure, we can fly around the area for a bit, then I would like to fly around the beach.”

Cortez’s smile brightened and her eyes shone almost as bright as Midoriya in fanboy mode. She then told her boyfriend to hang on and she sped up a bit to the park and flew around the park, enjoying the colors and the little dots of people.

They then flew towards the beach on the east and the moon glowed just as brightly upon the waves. The waves were dancing, and a few times he saw a few patches of jellyfish that glowed a greenish-blue hue, and some boats out on the water farther away. They even waved to the Seal Hero Silkie, who was looking back in surprise but smiled at their enthusiasm. He did, however, tell them to get back home soon. The duo agreed and promised to return home in about 10 minutes.

Todoroki smiled as he took in the view. No wonder she likes this. Not only is it a free feeling, but you can somehow feel the peace in the surrounding area. He then looked at Cortez, still mesmerized by the luminescent blue glow of her eyes, and the shimmering pale purple color of her wings. She looked even more beautiful with her hair waving around in the breeze that she almost reminded him of the Roman moon goddess Selene: One who rules the moon. Also known as Luna in the Latin language.

The duo then got back to the Todoroki residence and Cortez was slowly bringing the two down when the Icy-Hot teen was in some thought.

“Luna…”

“Hm?” Cortez hummed when she heard him say something but it was too quiet to hear. “Did you say something, Canelo?”

“I don’t have a nickname for you yet.” Todoroki said and the Climate teen blinked in surprise and blushed a little. “I have thought of a perfect nickname I can call you, if you will accept?”

Cortez nodded, “Sure, it would be fitting as I call you Canelo. So what do you have in mind?”

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Luna, name for the Roman moon goddess. You have a beauty that shines in both body and soul that is soft and gentle. Would it be ok if I call you Luna from now on?”

The minty-haired girl thought about the name and the meaning he had provided. He had called her beautiful, something no one had told her she was. She could tell by the pheromones he was giving off that Todoroki was telling the truth, and it made her really happy.

“Yes, I like it. Luna, goddess of the moon.” She then giggled as they both touched down in the backyard. “Quite ironic really? My first name is Aurora, which is also a celestial name meaning dawn. I love it.”

The two teens then walked inside the house where they were confronted by the rest of the family. Endeavor was looking stoic as usual, but Natsu and Fuyumi were looking furious.

Needless to say, they were stuck there for the rest of the weekend.

[moon-renjun]

If NCT Worked Like LOONA

(Aka me LOONA-Verse-ifying NCT)

[ Singular Member Analysis ]

(some debut songs are not actually real songs)

(this is very long lmao)

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Lee Taeyong (Leader, Leader of NCT Seoul)

Debut Number: 1 Subunit: NCT Seoul Designated Month: July Designated Color: Sky Blue Designated Animal: Red Panda Debut Song: Long Flight

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Moon Taeil

Debut Number: 2 Subunit: NCT Seoul Designated Month: August Designated Color: Burnt Umber Designated Animal: Dove Debut Song: Because Of You

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Osaki Shotaro

Debut Number: 3 Subunit: NCT Seoul Designated Month: September Designated Color: Ivory Designated Animal: Otter Debut Song: 1! 2! 7! (feat. Taeil)

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Dong Sicheng

Debut Number: 4 Subunit: NCT Seoul Designated Month: October Designated Color: Gold Designated Animal: Canary Debut Song: MOONWALK

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Lee Jeno (Leader of Neo Age)

Debut Number: 5 Subunit: Neo Age Designated Month: November Designated Color: Mint Green Designated Animal: Dragon Debut Song: WE BOOM

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John Suh

Debut Number: 6 Subunit: Neo Age Designated Month: December Designated Color: Copper Designated Animal: Tiger Debut Song: Night Out

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Li Yong Qin (Ten)

Debut Number: 7 Subunit: Neo Age Designated Month: January Designated Color: Coral Designated Animal: Cheetah Debut Song: Dream In A Dream

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Mark Lee (Leader of NCT Spectrum)

Debut Number: 8 Subunit: NCT Spectrum Designated Month: February Designated Color: Plum Designated Animal: Liger Designated Gem: Topaz Debut Song: Apple Pie (feat. Jungwoo)

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Kim Jungwoo

Debut Number: 9 Subunit: NCT Spectrum Designated Month: March Designated Color: Salmon Designated Animal: Tegu Designated Gem: Aquamarine Debut Song: A.S.A.P

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Nakamoto Yuta

Debut Number: 10 Subunit: NCT Spectrum Designated Month: April Designated Color: Navy Blue Designated Animal: Lion Designated Gem: Onyx Debut Song: Chain

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Liu YangYang

Debut Number: 11 Subunit: NCT Spectrum Designated Month: May Designated Color: Safety Yellow Designated Animal: German Spitz Designated Gem: Tourmaline Debut Song: Take Off

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Lee Donghyuck

Debut Number: 12 Subunit: NCT Spectrum Designated Month: June Designated Color: Baby Pink Designated Animal: Pudú Deer Designated Gem: Sunstone Debut Song: Sun&Moon (feat. Taeil)

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Jung Jaehyun (Leader of City Square)

Debut Number: 13 Subunit: City Square Designated Month: July Designated Color: Black Designated Animal: Zebra Debut Song: Try Again (feat. Kun)

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Qian Kun

Debut Number: 14 Subunit: City Square Designated Month: August Designated Color: China Rose Designated Animal: Prairie Dog Debut Song: Dream Launch

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Wong Yukhei

Debut Number: 15 Subunit: City Square Designated Month: September Designated Color: Denim Blue Designated Animal: Caribou Debut Song: Bass Go Boom

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Jung Sungchan

Debut Number: 16 Subunt: City Square Designated Month: October Designated Color: Forest Green Designated Animal: Flamingo Debut Song: “Sarcasm”

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Xiao Dejun (Leader of NCT You)

Debut Number: 17 Subunit: NCT You Designated Month: November Designated Color: White Designated Animal: King Cobra Debut Song: Turn Back Time

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Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Debut Number: 18 Subunit: NCT You Designated Month: December Designated Color: Lime Designated Animal: Bearded Dragon Debut Song: Regular

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Huang Renjun

Debut Number: 19 Subunit: NCT You Designated Month: January Designated Color: Almond Designated Animal: Jellyfish Debut Song: A New Beginning (feat. Chenle)

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Na Jaemin

Debut Number: 20 Subunit: NCT You Designated Month: February Designated Color: Jet Designated Animal: Honeybee Debut Song: My First and Last

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Zhong Chenle (Leader of NCT Trio)

Debut Number: 21 Subunit: NCT Trio Designated Month: March Designated Color: Orange-Red Designated Animal: Bottlenose Dolphin Debut Song: From Home

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Kim Doyoung

Debut Number: 22 Subunit: NCT Trio Designated Month: April Designated Color: Olive Designated Animal: Red Fox Debut Song: No Longer

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Park Jisung

Debut Number: 23 Subunit: NCT Trio Designated Month: May Designated Color: Periwinkle Designated Animal: Bobcat Debut Song: Chewing Gum