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[crystalsamethyst]

The Brush of a Butterfly's Kiss is finally updated!!! Chapter 5 is HERE!!!

Thank you everyone for your patience!

[witchyam]

jwds fic coming soon

[simpingcowboy]

Pedro boys and why I'm swiping left on their tinders

This is all to be silly!! I love them all very much <3

Frankie Morales

His name there says Frankie (Catfish)....with his main profile picture being him holding you guessed it...a catfish. He doesn't have many other photos on there, with the exception of a few older military photos that are so blurry you can hardly tell which one he's meant to be.

The rest of his page is pretty empty aside from the music section, where you actually get the first real glimpse at what this man is about. While his music selection is very respectable, it does not overshadow the glaring issues with his profile.

In short, Frankie's profile makes you think "Am I dating the man? The fish? Or a catfish?" Swiping left fs.

Marcus Moreno

This one isn't his fault! His profile is perfect. No really. All the women at The Heroics made sure to help him with it! His photos are cute and show off all his best assets. The bio is a little cheesy in an endearing "yeah he's definitely a dad" way. The problem then? It's Marcus fucking Moreno!!! Leader of the Heroics!!!!!! On Tinder???? There's no way anyone is going to believe it's really him. I believe there's a verification option on Tinder now, but really...even then Idk. Unless he fully comes out on an interview or something to super casually mention he's on Tinder, it just ain't working. No one likes a catfish! (Sorry Frankie!)

Jack Daniels

Mr. "Tinder What?" himself!!!! Let's say he manages to figure out how to set up a profile and all that. It's gonna be inTERESTING to say the least. His photos are actually pretty solid. An intriguing mix of photos of him on the ranch and photos of him in the Statesmen HQ looking very well put together. Opening line is definitely "Save a Horse! Ride a Cowboy! 🤠♥️" Very on brand for him. Followed by something very pro-american about the flag or serving his country and honestly... that's where I'm gone 😅. We get to see a bit of Jack's political mind in Kingsman and let's just say i don't wanna know the rest of it.

I'm grateful this is Tinder and not Bumble. Because if Jack used the audio prompt and I heard that smooth Kentucky accent...forget EVERYTHING I just said. I would be taking a chance on him. Sorry 😔 I can't fix him, but I will have fun trying!!

Joel Miller

For namesake, we're gonna set this pre-outbreak. There's no time for swiping in the apocalypse. Profile isn't bad just very empty. He's not really trying and it's kinda obvious. His bio reads something along the lines of "Single dad of a spoiled teen" with mostly photos of himself and Sarah on his profile. A few photos of him and Tommy out camping or on a work site.

And as handsome as he is, the profile feels like something his kid forced him to make as a way of getting him off her back. I wanna sympathize and help her out, but I don't know I have the heart to attempt to win over this very clearly emotionally unavailable DILF. So for that reason, I'm swiping left.

Pero Tovar

If for some ungodly reason Pero was given Internet access and had a dating profile... it'd be a disaster. His bio reads something along the lines of "I don't open this app. If you wish to see me meet me at this pub" with approximate days and times he's there.

The first picture on his profile is a way too far away blurry shot of him training. If I was feeling brave enough to continue scrolling through his photos...the rest would certainly be borderline explicit highly suggestive photos of his torso and groin. And whilst I might think about it for approximately .25 seconds any remaining sense of dignity would kick in before I actually did anything about it. It'll sting momentarily, but I will be swiping left.

Ezra

Another man on this list who should absolutely NOT be given internet access. His photos are beautiful but uninformative...the only shots of him are blurred and artistically obscure. He pads the rest of his profile with photos of books he's reading and grainy shoots of the forest.

The bio...if there's a word limit best believe that Ezra has hit it. He used every given character at his disposal and managed to say very little with all of it. Something about a wandering spirit longing for companionship and a couple sexual innuendos for good measure.

While visually and verbally not the worst profile on this list, his pretension is so utterly palpable through the screen I actually don't think I'd be able to make it through the end of his bio without cringing...also his music selection is all just banjo instrumental???

[chronicallycrow]

Home Is Whenever I'm With You

Fandom: Traffic Light Series / Empires / Hermitcraft

Relationship(s): Team Rancher

Word Count: 2,393

CW: N/A

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It was so fast, Jimmy’d always hated the moments after he died and would spawn back in the SMP he’d been in before, his whole body still felt sore as if the wounds were still open, that he was still bleeding and could still feel the eyes on him as he died. Worse off this time he’d taken someone with him, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye this time. Tears welled up in Jimmy’s eyes as he fell to the floor, knees hitting the wood hard enough to bruise them, and he quietly swore then, making an apology to a soulmate he was no longer bound with. And when he realized that Tango wasn’t bound to him anymore and that he’d lost him, possibly for good, the tears came harder.

His wings curled around him as he wailed, and all he could do was put his head in his hands and cry, making a million apologies to someone who wasn’t with him anymore. He was first out, the curse continued, and he’d taken Tango with him, and Tango had loved him so much, and he had felt so safe with Tango - He let out another choked sob. It wasn’t like he could even go to Scott or Joel for comfort right now, as much as he wouldn’t want to in the first place, they weren’t even here right now, still on Double Life and still alive. And it wasn’t like anyone else in the server would understand - He thought maybe, if he could get himself up, he could go to Lizzie, but would she even really understand what had happened, how frustrated he was that he died first again? He was always out first. Always. And void, did he hate that stupid canary curse.

As the days went on, more and more people came back. Scott was last. Jimmy thought having his friends back, around him - Both of them had come to check on him the moment they got back - Would help him feel better. Instead it just made it worse. He’d tried to talk to them about it, a little bit, but it always ended with him in tears, crying over and over again about Tango. He missed the way he could feel the heat radiating off of him, how when they hugged he felt secure- He missed their ranch, all of their cows, how Tango helped him keep all of them - And he wailed more and more for his lost love. More and more for the curse he’d brought upon Tango when they got bound. More and more because this was all his fault, and he was sure if he ever saw Tango again Tango was going to hate him. He got Tango out first, why wouldn’t he?

Every time Jimmy saw someone acting sweet, even to their friends, his heart ached. Every time he’d watch people be romantic, kiss, his heart hurt. It felt like someone had took an arrow to his chest and then pulled it out, only to shoot it back in. It was hard for him to even go out and do anything. Of course, his friends got concerned for him, but he never really told them what was going on. His eyes always looked glazed over, his actions dull and repetitive. What was he supposed to do here now? What was he supposed to do without Tango? He could barely even look at the fires and pieces of red stone he’d fine without wanting to fall to the floor again.

Then there was the news of the portal. Despite how depressed Jimmy felt he felt a tug, somewhere in his chest, to go see who would come through. And when the first person he was was Grian he wanted to run, he felt sick. Whiplash of everything from Double Life came back, even harder, and he had to turn away and run to not break down there. Grian had watched his friend - If he could be considered that anymore, anyway - Run off, and a pang of guilt sunk in his chest. Unfortunately for Jimmy, Grian soon got distracted with other things. He didn’t even remember to tell Jimmy that Tango was here now.

Jimmy could hear the footsteps outside of his house, hear people mingling and talking like everything was alright. He curled his wings around himself again, head sinking into his knees as he choked back sobs. He might as well let them all have their fun, after all they hadn’t really done anything too wrong here. He felt the tug on his chest again, but it only made him cry harder. He wanted to hit himself, wanted to hurt himself to give punishment for killing Tango. He bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, to hold back his sobs and stop any urge.

Then he heard them, footsteps in his house, and he’d never been more scared. What if someone’s first impression of him was this? A pathetic man crying on the floor over a lost love who probably had forgotten about him or didn’t love him anymore. He wanted to clean himself up, to get up and act like everything was okay, but he couldn’t. Instead he sat there on the floor beside his bed, curled up into as small of a ball as he could manage, wings wrapped around him and hiding him from whatever, or whoever, was about to stumble onto him.

“I don’t know why you’re looking for him, but yeah, this is his house. Usually he’s here?” Fwhip, was talking to someone. Someone was looking for him, dammit, dammit, if they found him like this- He didn’t even want to know what would happen. He flinched even more when he heard the footsteps right outside his door. It sounded like two people walked up, then- Fwhip had said something about needing to go, and - He heard one pair of footsteps walk away. The other person was still outside his door. And he hated the way he cowered and trembled at the idea of someone coming in on him like this.

There was a soft knock on the door, the knob turning, and then - “Jim?” His voice was so soft, and when Jimmy heard it he wanted to run to it and simultaneously tell him to go away and never come back. When he felt Tango’s eyes on him he expected him to berate him, yell at him for getting them killed. That wasn’t what happened at all, though. Instead, he heard the footsteps rushing towards him, he curled up more, and then he felt those warm hands pull away his wings ever so gently. “Jimmy?” He asked again, and it sounded like Tango was going to start crying.

Jimmy sucked in a breath, wanting to say a million things, but all he could actually manage out was an array of apologies and more tears. He was shaking, he was shaking and crying and his rancher was holding him again and he wanted to rush into his arms but he knew he couldn’t. “Oh, Jimmy-” Tango managed out, and Jimmy could hear the tears slipping down his cheeks now. He didn’t have time to wonder if they should be evaporating or not. “Oh, Jim, why are you sorry-?” He asked, rushedly, hands clasping around Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy looked up at Tango, and the tears came more. He didn’t even have time to think about how different he looked right now, and his eyes locked with Tango’s and he let out more choked sobs.

“I got us killed-” Jimmy wailed, eyes shutting so fast again that tears splattered from his lashes. “I got us killed and got us out first and you probably hate me and I- I--” He took a deep gasp in, air not seeming to be his friend anymore. Maybe he really was getting stuck in a coalmine. “Oh, baby-” Tango managed out, tears steadily falling down his cheeks now, too. “Jimmy, no, no-” His hands went from Jimmy’s face to his back, pulling him closer to himself. “No, baby, no- I don’t hate you- I couldn’t hate you, Void Jimmy, no-” And that just made Jimmy cry more, head finding its place on Tango’s shoulder.

“You should!!” Jimmy wailed again, arms finally grasping around Tango and holding him so tightly as to convince himself Tango was real, that he wasn’t going to leave. “No, Jimmy, no- It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.” Tango murmured, hands shifting around to rub the top of Jimmy’s shoulders. “Yes it is! I got us killed!” Jimmy sobbed, breaths so rugged and harsh the he thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen. “I got us killed all because of a stupid enderman and my shield broke and it wasn’t even supposed to break yet and--” “Catch your breath, baby, catch your breath-” Tango held him closer, and maybe in that moment he was also scared Jimmy was going to disappear from him again. “Grian told me, when he got back,” Tango started, and the way Jim flinched at that told Tango all he needed to know. “About what they do to you.” Tango continued, and that was all he needed to say for Jimmy to go back to hard sobs.

“It’s not your fault that they do that to you.” Tango continued, pushing Jimmy back ever so slightly to grab his face with his hands, thumbs rubbing on his cheeks, god they were so warm. “But I took you with me.” Jimmy whined, voice harsh from all the crying. Tango just shook his head softly, eyes meeting Jim’s. “I wouldn’t have changed a thing that happened, Rancher.” Jimmy let out another sob, and then he was falling back into Tango and grabbing onto him and crying harder. Tango wrapped his arms around Jimmy and let him cry, telling him all the while how it wasn’t his fault, how he couldn’t have changed anything. How none of this was his fault and how just because some gods like to push him into dying first didn’t mean he hated Jimmy at all.

Once Jimmy’s sobs had slowed he glanced up to Tango again. “Pr-Promise you don’t hate me?” He asked, and his tone made Tango’s heart break all over again. “Of course I don’t hate you, baby,” Tango pulled him in for a hug again, and Jimmy fell into him once more. “I could never hate you, Jimmy, I could never hate you.” “Okay,” It was so soft, so quiet, and all Tango wanted to do in that moment was hold Jimmy forever, never letting anything touch him or hurt him again.

Once Jimmy’s crying had fully stopped Tango got up and got him some tissues, cleaning off his face. Jimmy sat there and let him do it, not caring how gross he looked at this point. He was still shaking, breath still gone, and one of his hands was gripping Tango’s hard, still proving Tango was real and here with him.

“Here, baby, let’s go get you washed up, okay?” Jimmy nodded, and followed Tango up as he lead Jimmy to the bathroom and ran a rag under warm water. He wiped Jimmy’s face again, dried it, and then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Now was when he really got a chance to see Jimmy’s face again. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, red and puffy from his tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept in ages, and that broke Tango. Granted, he hadn’t had the easiest time back at home when he’d lost Jimmy. He’d locked himself away and had almost burnt down several things having break downs over him.

“Please don’t go home,” Jimmy had murmured, almost out of no where. His voice was soft, hurt, scared. Tango bit his lip for a split second, considering his options. But he knew the voice in the back of his mind was right, he knew how he felt. “Jimmy,” Tango started, hand finding its way to his cheek, thumb rubbing circles in it. “You are my home.” He said, voice breaking a little bit. “But-” And then Jimmy was going back on his words. “I’m sure you have friends at home, and-” “Hey, Grian said that portal’s gonna stay. If I want to go visit them I can.” Tango explained, meeting eyes with Jimmy. “I might have lived there before I met you, but you’re my home. The ranch burnt down, our house got destroyed, but I was always home there, with you.” Another tear fell down Jimmy’s cheek, and he rushed forward to hug Tango again.

“I love you-” It came out in a barrage, several ‘I love you’s at once. Jimmy was crying again, looking up at Tango, he felt so fragile in that moment, like Tango was the only thing holding him together. But if that meant that Tango was holding him, he’d accept it. “I love you, too, Jim. I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you.” Tango replied, leaning forward to press a kiss to Jimmy’s lips. “I’m not gonna leave you, not gonna leave my home, promise.” He added on, and Jimmy just nodded and pressed himself further into Tango.

After sitting like that in his bathroom for awhile, Jimmy let out a small yawn. Being this emotional was exhausting. Jimmy hadn’t cried like this, so sheer and so much, since he’d first came back from Double Life. Tango looked at the man in his arms and then stood up, offering him a hand. “Let’s go get you some sleep, okay, baby?” Jimmy nodded and took Tango’s hand, letting him lead him off to the bedroom. He got tucked into the sheets, glancing up at Tango. Void he didn’t want him to leave, and part of him was still so scared. “Tango- If you-” Jimmy started, but Tango just hushed him as he rid himself of his cloak and climbed into the bed with Jimmy. “I’m gonna have to get clothes tomorrow, but you can come with me, okay? You can see where I’m from.” Jimmy nodded, soft, and then curled himself around Tango, so warm and so comfy. And for the first time since coming back from Double Life, Jimmy really felt at home in his house.

[heartbreakincident]

nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[helpful-writing-tips]

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

[sergeantsporks]

"Aro/Ace person gets given a love potion" story but instead of them being immune or whatever, it DOES work, and they realize IMMEDIATELY that they've been fed a love potion because this feeling is so wrong and foreign but everyone keeps laughing off the idea of it being a love potion because "they were probably just a late bloomer" or "no, you just finally found the right person!" and it's just a horror story about how no one believes them even though they know, they KNOW this isn't right and they can't stand it.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[luna-azzurra]

Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

[kriz-smthn]

[crystalsamethyst]

Part 5 of #hualianfuckaboutit

Part 4

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[simpingcowboy]

🌈Pride On Navarro🌈

Pairing: Trans!Din x GN!Reader, reader is implied to be queer

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: allusions to transphobia, discussions of queer visibility, coming out, grogus says trans rights

Summary: After settling down on Navarro with Din and Grogu, a new celebration comes to town!

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE!! This was written as part of @flightlessangelwings 's pride celebration!! I used their photo prompt(the large pride flag photo above!) and their dialogue prompts "Do you trust me?" "Hold my hand tight. I'll protect you." This was a bit rushed, but I hope you still enjoy <3 This is also the first trans!din writing to include Grogu!!

Trans!Din Masterlist

It’d been less than a month since you’d first settled on Navarro. The humble two room cabin quickly became home to your clan of three. The morning, as most were, was slow. The twin suns are just beginning their journey through the sky, marking their path with a burnt orange hue. Grogu was content by the pond, refining his Jedi powers through his daily meditations. You watched him closely, keeping an eye out for Din; who had already headed out to care for the ranch you three resided on.

Though most of Navarro was typically just beginning to rise- there seemed to be an unusual amount of commotion on the horizon where the town center stood. You noted a mass amount of ships docking. Though there'd been many new arrivals as part of a reconstruction efforts, these ones seemed…different from the usual material deliveries. There were some standard carrier ships. Some vendors, the ones who hopped planet to planet selling their fine goods. A couple of personal ships. But most strangely were the rounds of passenger ships. Hoards of people seemed to be flooding the gates of Navarro, eager to breach the inner city.

“Cyar’ika?” A familiar modulated voice behind you interrupts. “What are you looking at?” Din approaches. Coming round to your side, shoulder rubbing against yours.

“The ships…there’s so many today.”

“Mmm I noticed too.” He confirms. “Karga hasn’t notified me of any disturbance-”

“No. I don’t think it’s anything like that. Look.” You say, pointing to the branded vendor ships. “Vendors…maybe a market?”

Din looks over the horizon, the heat signatures on his visor affirming the large crowds. “A big one.”

“Would you like to-?” At that moment you’re cut off by an insistent tugging at the hem of your bottoms. A familiar womp rat prying for your attention. You chuckle as you pick him up. “I think Grogu would like to go.” He makes a happy sound, purring under your touch.

Din sighs, seeming hesitant.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen Karga…I’m sure he’d like to hear how we're settling in.”

He grumbles, never liking going into a situation blind. But his apprehension is quickly dissolved when Grogu coos. Batting his big brown eyes up at Din. A small pout plastered on his sweet face. Din huffs, giving Grogu a pat on the head. That is all the convincing it takes.

The entrance archway is decorated in an unusual fashion. An assortment of brightly colored paper is swirled around the entirety of its length. A steady flow of confetti raining over the town. Peeking down the streets, you see vendors crowding the narrow streets. Flags of various colors and designs are hung up around town. Though your first assumption was that they belonged to different planets, as the large pride flag standing in the center of town comes into view…their meaning becomes very clear. You can’t help but smile, squeezing Din’s hand just a little tighter. Grogu’s eyes are wide as he takes in the beautiful array of colors. Each glimmering under the bright light of Navarro’s two suns.

Approaching the entrance, you see a table of pins. Small buttons of varying pride flags sit to your side, but before you have time to draw Din’s attention to it Grogu has already done so.

“No! Grogu! Put it down!”

You hear Din scold from behind you. Turning around you see the Din helplessly trying to wrestle the colorful pin out of Grogu’s mouth.

“Not food!” Din continues. He’s unsuccessful in his battle. Not getting Grogu to release the button until he decides the bitter metal is not an acceptable snack. “Dank ferrick kid…” He huffs, assessing the button in his hand. His helmet tilting as he surveys the curious array of colors. Finally, turning to you he asks “Cyar'ika, what is this?”

You smile at him, taking the pin in hand and wiping it of any remaining mess. “It’s a pride pin. Not for eating.” You emphasize, throwing a pointed look towards Grogu. “Like a mini flag to represent who you are. Each flag means something different.” Din and Grogu watch closely as you explain. “This one represents all queer genders and sexualities. It’s for everyone.” You say smiling as you attach the rainbow pin to Grogu’s collar. His small hands delicately run over the smooth surface.

“What are these other ones?” Din pulls your attention to the table, looking over the various colors.

“Well let’s see…” You discuss the ones you knew, before landing on the one you’d been searching for. “And this is your flag!” You say with a smile, holding out the trans flag pin out to Din.

His body stiffens, his face under the helmet suddenly getting very hot. “Cyar’ika can I-? S-should I?” Din asks nervously. You catch the frantic glaces he shoots into the crowd, and the uncertain sigh that escapes him as he looks at the child. “E-everyone will know…” he says quietly.

You retract your hands, covering the flag. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to wear it."

Din stops you, putting a hand over yours. "I want to but…"

Though words fail him, but you understand. There's a weight that comes with making yourself visible. Vulnerable. To identify himself in a way he's never done so publicly. Especially in front of friends. Before a whole town who knew and respected him. Though he held no reservations about holding you at his side, this was something more personal. Unearthing a struggle he'd been more than happy to bury and move on from since his teenage years. Though his fears were real, the banners of color that swirled around you told you he’d be safe here.

“Do you trust me?” You ask, placing one hand on his beskar-covered chest.

He nods hesitantly. His breath catches in his throat as he watches you carefully attach the blue, pink, and white pin to his cape.

“You’re safe here Din.” You affirm softly. “We’re safe here.” You reach to the table for a pin of your own, quickly pinning it to your top.

His body eases as he sees you attach your own pin. A small coo from his side pulls his attention. Grogu leans forward in his carrier, reaching out for the mandalorian. Din picks him up, sitting the child in his strong arms. Grogu’s small hands grab curiously at his father’s pin. Under the helmet, he goes warm. Turning to you he asks, “Do you think he knows?”

Looking down at the child, you’re certain. He’s not shy or confused. Perhaps it is something in his Jedi nature, but he seems unphased by this information. Something about his reaction makes you think he always knew. “He knows.” You say with a soft smile; enjoying the tender moment Grogu nuzzles his head against Din’s helmet.

The mandalorian leans into the hug. “Thanks kid…” he says quietly, silently struggling to keep it together. After a moment they pull away, the child happily cooing.

“Well, should we go look around?” You offer.

The pair nod. Din continues to hold Grogu in his arms, unwilling to let go of him. The comfort Grogu provides him is too good to give up at the moment. Catching onto Din’s nerves you slip your hand into his free one. Leaning in you whisper. “Hold my hand. I’ll protect you.”

Din can’t help, but chuckle. Though he was certainly the more intimating of the two of you, he can’t deny the feeling of safety he gets from holding your hand.

The market is beautiful. Bright colors adorning each pop-up vendor. You’re sure to stop by some of Grogu’s favorite stores in hopes it will convince him to be well-behaved; it is only semi-successful. The biggest treat of the day is getting to just watch Din relax. With each stop, his shoulders drop a little more. You catch his lingering eye on the transgender flags you pass by; almost in awe of the audacity to just be. Din lingers even longer in conversation with individual vendors who adorn the flag. Though you were usually the one to do the talking, he can’t seem to help himself. Of course, Grogu doesn’t mind…the more time Din spends speaking the more likely it is he will be getting something out of the exchange. Walking up to the town center, a familiar face appears.

“Mando!” Karga gleefully cheers, quick to greet his old friend. “How wonderful it is to see you out today! And with the little one too!” He smiles down at Grogu, who is happily chewing on a rainbow cookie. Karga greets you too, shaking your free hand. “I hope you’re settling in alright.”

You smile at the high magistrate, “Of course, it’s perfect for the kid. Thank you again for the offer. And thank you for holding this event! It’s lovely.”

“Well of course we had to do something for Pride! It’s important we establish ourselves as a free land! Navarro is open to all! We’re civilized now, nothing like the barbarians that once walked these streets. Speaking of- Mando, I was hoping to ask you. Is this something Mandalorians do? Pride- I mean. Is this accepted-”

You interrupt with a light cough, not to subtly nodding to Din’s trans pin.

“Oh! Well, I suppose that answers that!” Karga says with a chuckle. “In that case, tell your Mandalorian friends to come by for the festivities! And happy Pride to you Mando!”

“Th-thank you High Magistrate…” Din thanks him shyly, a sigh of relief escaping him at how easy that went over.

“That went well.” You say smiling at Din.

He shrugs, “As good as I could’ve imagined.”

“Now come on! Let’s see if we can get a good spot for the fireworks, huh?”

Hidden under the helmet, is a small smile spreading across Din’s face. He follows silently, letting the decision be between you and Grogu. You settle atop a ridge, in the perfect place to see the fireworks bloom over the town center. Din sits beside you, legs spread out in front of him. Grogu sits at the end of Din’s feet, happily digging through the bag of goodies he got through the day. You take your position at Din’s side, your head resting against his pauldron. Your hand entwined with his rests on his thigh. Anticipation building as the time nears.

He dips his head down to yours, “Cyar’ika?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what, Din?”

“For loving me.”

With that an explosion of colors graces the skyline. A boom of cheers erupts from the crowd.

“You’re very easy to love...”

Tucked away under the safety of the mountain ridge, Din is unable to stop himself. Lifting the lip of his helmet enough to press himself to you. All the words of his unspoken appreciation for you translating themselves through the fire of his kiss. The fireworks are quickly forgotten, this moment of intimacy taking superiority. Not even the roaring boom of each firework is enough to tear you away. Only the high pitched cheer of the child is enough to draw your attention away from each other. You both turn away from one another, looking at Grogu who smiles brightly, pointing up at the sky. Where a sudden explosion of blue, pink, and white fill the sky. Matching perfectly to the pin attached to Din’s cape. And an unknown pride fills the Mandalorian’s once beskar-clad heart.

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4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

Probably this one;

"“I’m not gonna leave you, not gonna leave my home, promise.” "

It's a very soft moment. I just love the two of them so much and that line feels like my whole, just feeling of how they are towards each other. I imagine Tango always feels at home around Jimmy and vice versa, so just, you know. Rancher boys in love.

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