#but i also vaguely remember him saying something else after that? idk

[bhalspawn]

i still miss alistair tho. saw some screenshots of him in inquisition w the original alistair mod and almost starting crying

[clxja16]

Does He Know?

part two

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3.7K+

Author's Note: THERE ISN'T GONNA BE A PART THREE. I have to make that clear because you guys can seriously talk me into anything and it's not good man. You guys win, I wrote the part two, idk if this is any good though, I feel like it's very vague. idk about a part three, like honestly if enough of you beg in the comments for like a part three then maybe I will write one. also is there kpop fans here, specifically nct fans? if there are, I have another blog for nct lol. anyway enjoy reading.

part I

post about part III

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“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you whisper to Arthur, as his older brother, Lorenzo is telling a story at the dinner table.  Arthur nods his head, letting your hand go, he looks back and smiles at you before returning his attention to Lorenzo.  His smile has your heart melting, Arthur and his pearly whites.  

After you left the table, Charles silently followed after you.  He caught up to you in a back hallway to the restrooms.  Wrapping his hand around your arm, to stop you, it set your skin a blaze.  “I know you,” Charles said with a bit of a glare.  

“Yeah, we just met tonight at dinner…” 

“No, I know you from before tonight,” Charles corrected his earlier statement.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I have never seen you before tonight,” you said, trying to convince yourself that you were wrong and Charles isn’t the one you slept with.  

“You’re the girl from that night, the one that was in my bed.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you don’t know if you’re trying to convince Charles that he's wrong or if you’re trying to convince yourself anymore.    

“Don’t lie, I haven’t forgotten that night,” Charles says softer this time, his tone gentler now.  It would be a lie to say that your heart didn’t skip a beat with how Charles talked.  

“I don’t want to remember that night,” you say this time, trying to push the memories from that night away from your mind.  Charles took a step closer to you, when someone was coming down the hall to use the restroom.  His cologne surrounded you, you couldn’t describe what he smelled like but it caused your mind to go fuzzy.  You felt overwhelmed with his presence.  

You watched Charles' gaze flicker between your eyes and your lips, “I don’t want to remember that night either,” Charles says clearly dazed.  Charles moves his other hand to cup your face, you want to have the strength to stop him.  But Charles makes your heart flutter, and your brian go hazy.  There’s something about being in his presence, being so physically close to him, that makes you forget about everything else.  

“I should…” you take a deep breath, but it doesn’t help because all you can smell is Charles’ cologne.  “Arthur,” you whisper, you’re trying to say you should go back to Arthur, but you don’t get all the words out.  

The mention of his brother has Charles halting.  “You should go back to the table,” Charles says, letting you go and taking a step back.   You nod your head, before walking away.  Charles doesn’t know what came over him.  He hasn’t stopped thinking about that night.  For the past three months you have invaded all his dreams, for three months Charles couldn’t get you out of his head.  For three months he wondered, what your name was, what you did like, how you looked before the morning after, who your boyfriend was.  For three months Charles has only thought about you.  

Charles remembers that night so clearly, he remembers what started that night even.  Him and Charlotte got into an argument about something unimportant, so Charles went out in an attempt to forget about it.  There at the club with a few friends, he spotted you.  You were dancing, and drinking with what looked to be a few girlfriends.  The sight of you sent shivers down Charles' spine.  He came over to dance with you, and you allowed him to.  The feeling of your body against his sent shocks through his system.  Your perfume caused his brain to fog up.  Something about you had Charles in a trance.  

When Charles finally returns to the table, you both pretend nothing happened.  You take Arthur’s hand in yours and you smile lovingly at Arthur.  You notice Charles takes his girlfriend, Charlotte’s hand, and kisses the back of it.  You and him look at each other, you don’t know what passes through his mind, but thoughts of that night pass through your mind.  Suppressed memories of Charles hovering over you, filling you.  His hands on your body, his lips on yours, his body pressed against yours, all those memories fill your mind.  You turn back to look at Arthur, trying to stop the heat crawling over your body.  

After you break the gaze, Charles looks down to his lap, having to adjust his pants.  He knew he was fucked when one glance from you did this to him.  You knew you were fucked, when at the end of the night when Arthur placed a kiss on your lips, your mind still play thoughts of Charles.  

-

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” Arthur says, as he drags you along.  Charles is taking the yacht out today, and Arthur insisted on you coming along, even though you already told him that you would prefer to stay at home.  Against your wishes, Arthur drags you along nonetheless. 

Charles picks you and Arthur up from the dock, before moving onto the yacht.  When you finally get aboard, Charles and Arthur don’t waste any time, immediately jumping into the water.  When they come back aboard, you feel your heart pound, as water drips from Charles’ bare chest. 

“Someone like what they see?” Charlotte asks from behind you, as she holds out towels for the boys.  

“Huh?” you pull your gaze away from Charles to look at his girlfriend.  

“Arthur, you like what you see,” Charlotte says pointing to Arthur who was standing behind Charles.  

“Yeah, of course,” you say, as the guilt begins to eat away at you. Charles looks at you and he knows you weren’t looking at Arthur.  You grab a towel from Charlotte, walking past Charles to hand it to Arthur.  “How does the water feel?” You ask Arthur.  

“Nice, refreshing,” Arthur says with a flashy smirk, grabbing the towel from you.  

“You girls should take a dip,” Charles says, you feel his gaze on you, his voice sends goosebumps down your skin.  

“Maybe I will,” you say in a hushed voice, Arthur thinks you’re talking to him, but you know you’re talking to Charles.  

“Oh? I should join you,” Arthur says with a playful smirk, as he sets down the towel.  You pull off your shirt, and you step out of your shorts to jump into the water.  You still feel Charles gaze on you, you feel him stare at you.  

“They look good together, yeah?” Charlotte asks Charles, as she hugs his arm, watching you and Arthur jump into the water.  

“Yeah,” Charles mumbles, not hearing what Charlotte says, too focused on you.  

-

That night so many drinks are shared that no one really makes it back to shore.  Charlotte is tucked away in Charles’ room, while Arthur is passed out in another room that Charles set aside for him.  Any other friends that Charles had invited out for the day, are already fast asleep.  There's only you and Charles left up, nursing your drinks.  You sit far away enough from him, that his scent doesn’t surround you.  

“Does he know?” Charles asks, breaking the silence first.  

“He knows, he doesn’t know it was you.”  You don’t need the context to answer the question, you already know what Charles is referring to.  

“What did you tell him?” 

“That it was a terrible mistake, that I don’t remember who the guy was, that I would never do it again,” you answer truthfully.  There’s no one around, there’s no reason to lie anymore.  “Does she know?” 

Charles takes a sip of the beer in his hand.  You can see the debate go on in his mind, he takes a second before answering, “no.” 

“I should go to bed,” you stand up from your seat, placing your drink down on the table.  Charles matches your movement standing up with you.  You watch Charles, make his way towards you, closing the distance you put between the both of you.  He wasted no time, cupping your face and grabbing your waist pulling you in close.  You feel his lips brush against yours, not a full kiss, “don’t,” you whisper, closing your eyes.  “Don’t do something we’re gonna both regret,” you get the words out this time. 

“I want to,” Charles whispers, “I want to kiss you, even when I know I shouldn’t.”  You don’t dare to open your eyes to look at Charles, afraid that as soon as you open them, you’re gonna succumb to your desires.  “Look at me,” Charles whispers, noticing that you’re not looking at him.  Against your better judgment, you obey.  You open your eyes and look at Charles.  

You do it.  You push yourself slightly higher, pressing your lips against Charles’.  It's almost instant with how he responds, pulling you closer, holding on to you tighter.  You wish you stopped at a kiss.  You wished you stopped after you fell back into the seat.  You wish you stopped when he moved to your neck.  You wish you stopped when he moved down to your chest.  You wish you stopped when he continued to move down your body.  You don’t stop him.  

You don’t stop Charles when he pulls your bikini bottoms from your legs.  You allow Charles to pull your legs apart, as he kisses everywhere he needs to.  Charles licks between your folds, covering the entire area.  You want to wrap your legs around his head to keep him in place, but Charles stops you.  He pins your legs to the deck floor as he continues to eat you out.  He wants to hear your moans, your pleas, your cries, but both you and him know better.  You place both hands over your mouth, trying to contain any sounds.  

Your body is on fire, on the verge of ecstasy.  Charles doesn’t stop or even slow down, he is determined to taste you tonight.  Charles moves his thumb to glide over your clit, while his tongue pushes in and out of you.  You bite your hand to stop the extreme moan that tries to escape.  Charles notices you struggling to keep quiet, he looks up at you from his position with hooded eyes.  “You need to keep quiet,” Charles says to you, and all you can do is nod your head, “good girl.”  Charles goes back to eating you out at a more vigorous pace.  Your toes start to curl as you feel your orgasm creep up on you.  You’re teetering on the edge, and with one full lick, Charles shoves you over the edge.  

Charles doesn’t stop there, licking up all your juices.  When he finally pulls away, you still see traces of your orgasm on his lips.  He moves back down to kiss you, you’re able to taste yourself off of his lips.  Charles moves down to kiss at your neck again, he wants to mark you.  Claim you as his.  He wants to display his work on your body.  He wants everyone to see you belong to him.  He wants Arthur to know you’re his, but he doesn’t.  He doesn’t mark your body, he doesn’t linger in one spot too long, he doesn’t.  Instead he pushes your legs further apart, making space for himself.  

He takes his cock in his hand, guiding himself into you.  He fills you up in all the best ways possible.  He kisses away all the pain, he wants for your signal to move after he bottoms out.  When you do give in he moves slowly, painfully slow.  “Charles,” your words comes out as breathy whimpers, “faster, please.”  

Charles was never the type to deny a woman of her needs, so he goes faster.  He goes faster, he pulls your leg up around his waist, and you throw your head back.  You can feel all of him deep inside of you, and he offers nothing but pleasure.  You’re rushed back to the edge of that beloved cliff.  He moves one hand back down to your clit, rubbing soft circles.  The complete opposite to his blunt, hard, fast strokes.  You bury your head in Charles’ neck, you moan into him for only his ears to hear.  

Charles fears you being too loud, that he pulls your head away from his neck, and pushes his thumb into your mouth.  Your eyes go wide, with the realization of what Charles is doing.  You hold his hand to your face, and suck on his thumb.  Charles didn’t think the act of you sucking on his fingers would turn him on so much.  Charles loses all focus, feeling too good.  You fall off the edge first, when Charles hits the one spot you needed him too.  You clench around Charles that sends him over the edge.  

You both lay there out of breath for a minute still connected.  You don’t want to let Charles go for him to pull out, but he does nonetheless, as he wrapped your legs from him.  He couldn’t help himself but watch as his cum spills out from you.  He doesn’t stop himself dragging his fingers up your folds pushing it back inside of you.  You snap your legs shut, trapping Charles’ hand, as your hands fly to cover your mouth.  

Charles pries your legs apart, taking his fingers covered in yours and his cum, shoving it back in your mouth.  You suck and lick his fingers clean, and you swear Charles’ eyes go dark after that.  

-

Charles brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek as the two of you lay bare, wrapped up in a blanket.  “We should get dressed,” you whisper as you look up at Charles. 

“This was a mistake,” Charles whispers to you, not really convinced that it was.  

“It’s never gonna happen again,” you lie.  The two of you untangle yourselves from each other.  You each get dressed back faced to each other.  There’s no more words exchanged between the both of you, as you silently walk to your respective bedrooms.  You don’t take a peek at Charles as he enters his room, and Charles doesn’t take a peek at you as you enter your room.  You crawl into bed with Arthur, and wrap your arms around Arthur.  You close your eyes, and try to get yourself to sleep.  But Charles’ scent lingers too strongly on you, that it makes your mind fuzzy, that you’re not able to sleep.  That you’re all hot and bothered, all over again.  

Charles climbs into his bed, Charlotte instinctively wraps herself around Charles when she feels him enter the bed.  Charlotte smiles in her sleep, now feeling Charles with her.  Charles looks down at his girlfriend and tries to push all thoughts of you to the back of his mind.  But your lips are burned onto his skin.  He can still feel your kisses against his neck.  Your hands are burned onto his skin, so he can still feel you gripping his arms.  Your legs are burned onto his sides, that he can still feel them wrapped around his waist.  Charles can still feel all of you around him. 

You’re so hot and bothered, that you wake Arthur up.  Charles is so uncomfortable that he wakes Charlotte up.  But it's not the same for either you or Charles.  

-

You want to say that was the last time.  You want to say that it was a mistake.  You want to say that it never happened again.  But that's all lies.  It happens again and again.  It happens constantly over the next two months.  It happens so much that you have a strange feeling that Arthur knows.  You and Charles both agree to stop until things stop being so suspicious.  

You look over at Arthur, sleeping peacefully in your bed.  The sight has your heart breaking in two.  You want to be head over heels in love with Arthur.  You want Arthur to send your skin ablaze like Charles does.  You want Arthur to cause your heart to flutter with a single glance, like Charles does.  You want Arthur’s kisses to burn like Charles does.  You want Arthur's touch to send shocks through your system like Charles’ does.  You want Arthur to have the same effect on you like Charles does.  

“Hello,” you press your phone up to your ear, turning away from watching Arthur sleep.  “Why did you call?” 

“Why did you answer?” Charles’ voice comes out clear through the speaker, even without seeing him.  His voice still sends shivers down your spine.  

“We can’t do this Charles, Arthur is asleep,” you whisper.  

“I had a dream about you,” Charles whispers too, afraid he’s going to wake the sleeping Charlotte in his bed.  

“And?” you feel the wind knocked from your lungs.  

“You had my baby,” Charles answers honestly.  You place a hand on your stomach, you feel your eyes well with tears.  You’re in too deep and you know it.  

“y/n,” Arthur’s voice cuts clean across the room, your heart drops, “who are you on the phone with?” 

You pull the phone away from your ear, hanging up the call before anyone can say anything else, “it was my mom, she pressed the wrong button.”  You lie so easily to Arthur, you have gotten good at hiding things now.  

“Okay,” Arthur says, deep down he feels like you’re lying to him, but he just thinks he’s being insecure.  

“Let’s go to bed,” you say with a soft smile, turning off your phone.  

-

You shut Charles out completely.  You block his number, you block him all on social media platforms.  Anytime Arthur invites you out with his family, you fake an illness.  You do a marvelous job of avoiding Charles completely.  So much of a marvelous job, that Charles forces you to see him.  You don’t know how he does it but he shows up at your front door demanding to see you.  You couldn’t help yourself but open the door to him.  

The sight of Charles has your heart racing, you feel it want to jump out of your chest and run away.  His scent invades your nose, it surrounds you and you feel your mind going fuzzy.  “What are you doing here?” your voice comes out meek and tired.  

“Why are you avoiding me?” Charles asks, his voice sounds strained.  He looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well.  You close your eyes looking away from Charles, he moves cupping your face to look at him.  

“Charles, we can’t,” you speak softly this time, you’re trying to say all your thoughts but Charles.  

“No, y/n what is this about?” There’s a tone of uneasiness in Charles’ voice, you try to push him away, but he just pulls you closer.  His hands remain on your face, that has you losing your focus.  

“Charles your dream,” you are out of breath when you speak.

“It was a stupid dream,” Charles says. 

“No,” 

“What is it?  Talk to me.” 

“I was happy,” you say, finally looking at Charles, as the tears escaped you.  “You told me you had a dream of me having your baby and that made me happy Charles.  Arthur was sleeping in my bed,” you placed a great deal of emphasis on the ‘my’ of my bed, “and I was happy with the thought of your baby.  Your brother, Charles, your brother was in my bed.”  

Charles finally lets you go.  He looks at his hands as if there's blood on them, there minus well be blood on them, his brother’s blood.  “This was a mistake,” Charles says, this time he means it, “I shouldn’t have come.” 

“Please go,” you whisper, as you silently cry, turning away from Charles.  

“I’m sorry y/n,” Charles says as he walks out the door.  That’s the last time you see Charles ever.  

You make sure it’s the last time you ever see Charles.  That very same day, after Charles leaves your place, you break up with Arthur.  You tell Arthur the truth, the easy truth.  That you fell out of love with him, that your heart doesn’t feel the same anymore.  That you’re sorry and ashamed that your feelings changed so drastically.  

Arthur doesn’t even know if he wants the answer, but he asks anyway, “were you cheating on me?” 

You think about your answer carefully, you think about what your answer would mean.  What it would do, how it would affect everyone, what was the best thing to say.  You take the time to answer Arthur’s question, you think very carefully before answering.  “I was, you don’t know him, he’s someone from back home.” 

“What was it about him that I didn’t have?” Arthur asks, again he doesn’t know if he wants the answer but he still asks.  

You have to think carefully again, Arthur and Charles are similar in so many ways.  There's so many things that they shared, “nothing,” you finally answer.  “He wasn’t better than you, my heart just chose him.”  

“Are you gonna be with him now?” 

The answer comes fast this time around, “no, he has a girlfriend.”  

“What are you gonna do now?” Arthur asks, this time he knows he wants the answer.  

This time you don’t have to carefully word your answer, “I’m gonna go back home, I think i’ve been away too long.”  

Arthur nods his head, he stands up to leave.  It feels weird, almost unsatisfying.  You thought Arthur was gonna yell, shout, cry, but he didn’t do any such things.  Before he makes it out of the door, he turns back and says, “I hope you find someone who makes you feel like how that guy made you feel.”  Arthur then shuts the door behind him, in that moment you caught a glimpse of Charles in Arthur.  You leave Monaco within the week, you try not to think about it.  

However even when you get back home, thousands of miles away from Charles, you can still feel his lips on your skin.  You can still feel his hands grip your waist.  You can still feel the shocks he sent through your system.  You can still feel the blaze he set to your body.  Even thousands miles away, your body still longs for him.

part iii

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[nabooti16]

I HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT AVENTURINE (2.1 spoilers)

so idk if this was mentioned in the story and I just missed it, or if there's something here to be expanded on in future updates.

So the Avgin people were under the protection of the IPC when the massacre happened. Obviously the IPC didn't uphold their protection promise considering everyone died. The IPC broadcast makes it seem like they didn't get there in time, but given that Kakavasha's sister warned him that the katicans would attack during the festival, the IPC should have had plenty of forwarning to step in. But they didn't show up until after it was over. Why did they not step in sooner?

The post-massacre broadcast says that over 6000 people were killed and over 3400 were missing. That's a lot of people to be missing. I also remember hearing the broadcast say that the Frontline Trauma Team was tending to the survivors. Were there more survivors than just Kakavasha? If so, what happened to them? And did they find those missing 3400 people/ their bodies? I know it's possible that those 3400 people were kidnapped and killed by the katicans somewhere else, but it's also possible that something else happened to them.

And also, it's implied that the IPC were the ones who rescued Kakavasha and got him off of the planet. I would think that as a child survivor, (possibly the only survivor), the Frontline Trauma Team should help him find a safe place to live afterwards. So how did he end up on the slave market? What happened in between him getting rescued and being bought for 60 tanbas? Either the IPC failed to take care of him after the massacre, or something they did caused him to end up there.

All of this makes me wonder why he chose to join the IPC over the Fools. As rich as he is, I get the impression that he doesn't care much for the glamorous things he has now. I don't see him as being THAT materialistic. He's very sentimental and loves his family/tribe. So why join the the people who failed to keep his tribe safe? Is it possible that he wants to find out more about the IPC's role in the massacre? Because even if the IPC didn't do anything malicious to cause the deaths, they still neglected to uphold the promise they made to protect the Avgins.

This is just a vague theory for now. it's possible that these points have already been answered in the story and I just missed them. If anyone has any insight/theories, please tell me. I really want to know more about what happened.

[remyfire]

remy help, im writing my first mash fic and idk anyone who watches the show so idk who else to ask. do u know how the hell post op shifts work?? like is there a surgeon in there all the time? how long are shifts/how often do they trade off? i figure if anyone would know, itd be you (ps i love ur work and thank u <3)

This is so sweet omg and I'm excited to read your fic!! If you're comfortable when it's done, lemme know that it's posted so I can come read it :D

Honestly I do a lot of my own writing about it based on context clues rather than any firm, clear knowledge!! In my fics, I usually make the shifts around like 8 hours long, one surgeon on the midnight post-op shift because it's usually quieter, one relieves them in the morning, one relieves them in the afternoon, etc. After big pushes, I usually put two in there at a time because there's so much to monitor, but also that's what their very well-trained nurses are for. We know that there are two surgical shifts—they'll say over the loudspeaker for both surgical shifts to report to the helipad when there's a push—and also that there is a surgeon 'on call,' so I'm not sure if the surgical shift relates to post-op, relates to a surgeon being on call for those 12 hours to come scrub up if they get like just three or four casualties who come in, or what. I play pretty fast and loose with it and also smudge the edges of the scene rather than getting very specific with the details fhkdfsd

We see several scenes where during mealtimes, all of the surgeons are eating together, so I often assume that if it's slow during mealtime, they can go grab a bite as long as they're listening to be called back in if there's an emergency. But we also know that in Merchant of Korea, Charles asks BJ to close his last patient for him so Charles can go get a bite to eat before his post-op shift, which BJ points out isn't protocol, so I might be wrong about mealtimes. They get at least one day completely off medical duties because I vaguely remember someone complaining once that they had to go do something I think in post-op or surgery on their day off.

But yeah, for simplicity's sake (and often the convenience of having the Swamp occupied only by two of them oop), I usually have one in there at all times except for meals, and if there's two—say, after a really big push—then usually I have one focusing on paperwork while the other is more actively rotating among the beds. But they have so many really amazing nurses that monitor the patients much closer and just generally keep the doctors updated, then take orders based on that, so I feel like they pull a lot of weight when a doctor needs to step out for one reason or another too.

This has probably not been helpful at all. Anyone with more concrete information is welcome to weigh in because it's probably better assistance than my "I go by vibes based on what best assists my plot at the time."

[howaboutcastiel]

And Also With You

Apostate! Din Djarin x Ex-Jedi! Reader (afab)

(After season 2, canon divergence from bobf and season 3)

Word Count: 7.4k 

Content: plot with porn? Or porn with plot, not sure which one is more accurate. Reader has a vagina, gender-neutral language otherwise. I know that I’m probably not using the force the totally correct way but reality can be whatever I want. Force-touching? Lots of sensual touching and foreplay, fingering, talking Din through sex (he’s somewhat inexperienced), PiV, Creampie? Idk kinda. This is so, so slow-burn while also being everything in one night. 

Din couldn’t remember a time when his life had been so directionless. He was teetering on the edge of two lives, both dreadfully out of reach. He knew that he couldn’t face his fellow mandalorians again, couldn’t stand before The Armorer and her followers. Maybe nobody would tell her that he’d removed his helmet. Maybe the only people who’d seen his face were dead, or on the other side of the galaxy with no intent of ever seeing him again. Maybe nobody knew of his sacrilege, of his betrayal of the Creed.

But he knew. 

Din knew what he’d done—what he’d become—and it was eating away at him. 

You, on the other hand, had come to terms with what you were. You’d gotten past the phase of being unbearably ashamed and angry at yourself. Now, you were mad at something else. The institution that cast you out—that wouldn’t accept you the way that you were. At just 14 years old, the Jedi had abandoned you as unteachable, as unable to forgo attachments and live the life of a Padawan, let alone a Jedi. In a fit of rage, you had run away from your master, cursing the Jedi and everything they stood for. That had been years ago, though. You weren’t fourteen years old anymore.

A few months after you left, any chance of returning to the Jedi Order was lost. Order 66 destroyed everything and everyone that you had known, and after that, you were on the run from imperials as they sought to rid the galaxy of anyone force-sensitive that wasn’t on their side. 

So you had found a place to hide in the outer rim. You went on with your life, continuing your training alone and in secret while you managed to build connections to people in your village. Sorgan was a quiet, beautiful planet with wonderful people. The work was honest, the food was abundant, and life was comfortable. Peaceful. 

That is, until a certain Mandalorian found himself back on the planet with nowhere to go.

You had heard of him once before, a year or so ago when he helped save a village on the other side of the planet. You hadn’t thought twice about it, truthfully, but you feared now that his arrival would bring imperials to Sorgan, just as it brought bounty hunters before. 

You certainly weren’t very cheerful when he approached your stand at the market. 

“How much for a basket?” He inquired. To be fair, he didn’t sound any more cheery than you. Still, you hadn’t expected his voice to sound so… nice. The mandalorian gestured vaguely at a basket of fruit, which you sold alongside jams, jellies, and syrups. Other than krill and spotchka, there wasn’t much else on Sorgan in the way of food. 

“Three credits,” you responded flatly. “But they’re two for five.”

He sighed, thinking it over. “I’ll take two, then.”

The mandalorian fished some credits out of his pocket, placing them delicately on the table across from you. As he leaned closer, something struck you—a feeling you couldn’t quite comprehend at first. It wasn’t just a feeling, it was something more. Something only a person trained in the force might pick up on. Your mouth was moving before you could think about what to say. 

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He paused, raising his helmet to look up at you. You felt heat spread across your face as the mandalorian stared at you. He straightened his back, grabbing the two baskets of food and methodically placing one in each hand. Without a word, he turned to walk away from you. About ten paces away, though, he glanced back again, making you blush even deeper. 

Your stomach dropped. It wasn’t that you were afraid of the mandalorian ratting you out. He didn’t seem like the type to meddle in others’ business—he certainly wasn’t going to alert the empire of a force-sensitive fruit farmer on Sorgan. Somehow, though, you felt that you’d done something wrong. You’d overstepped your bounds, for sure, but he didn’t seem offended by your comment. The best explanation you could muster, as he walked away and your connection to him faded, was that you had seen something he didn’t want you to see. His pain? His loss? 

There were other things you saw, too. Other things you felt from him. But you certainly wouldn’t bring those up to him, and now, you’d probably never get the chance anyway. Even if the elusive mandalorian happened to stick around—which you doubted, knowing he was a bounty hunter—you were sure he would be avoiding your stand at the produce market from now on.  

That wouldn’t stop you from thinking about him. 

Sure enough, the next time that the mandalorian showed up at the market, he avoided your shop at all costs. You took the opportunity to get a good look at him, though. It was shameless, but you couldn’t deny the deep connection you felt with him in that moment before. Maybe the force was trying to tell you something? Or maybe he was the first new face you’d seen in a while and you were simply excited by the change. 

You couldn’t deny that you liked what you saw. He was broad, even under the bulky armor, and on the taller side. His body moved elegantly with the beskar as if it was simply an extension of himself. You got the feeling that he had been wearing it for a long time, used to the feeling of the metal encasing him. His helmet hid his face, but his body language was almost expressive enough to make up for that fact. If there wasn’t metal covering his skin, it was the clothes underneath. He was entirely covered from head to toe. 

And… you had been ogling him for a few minutes now. He’d noticed. Shame burned across your face as he made his way over to you, agitation in his step. You were half-prepared for him to threaten you, or otherwise lecture you on your unwanted attention. He did neither, and his voice was nearly a whisper as he leaned across your table once again. 

“How did you know?” 

You blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

He only stared back. There was that feeling again, and the longer he stood there, inches from your face, the stronger it felt. You had to restrain yourself from reaching out and touching him. It was as if you could feel his soul resonating from his chest. As if it was calling out to you, beckoning you in. Your whole body was on fire. 

“What you said before,” he interrupted your thoughts. He seemed just as flustered as you, despite the dominance in his stance. “About how I’ve lost… something. How did you know that?”

You shook your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him, but how could you explain the truth? “I don’t know. I just…I—I felt it.”

His voice dipped even lower, barely audible through his modulator. He glanced behind him quickly, making sure no one else was tuned in to the conversation. 

“Are you a Jedi?”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or to gasp with terror, but that feeling assured you that he meant you no harm. He even sounded a bit hopeful. “Not technically, no.”

“What does that mean?” The mandalorian only leaned in closer, drawn to you as much as you were to him, it seemed. You felt from him that he was directionless, that he had just ended a chapter of his life and didn’t know what to do next. You also felt the way his heart leaped at the prospect of a Jedi. He was looking for one, perhaps. He was also searching for something to fill the hole in his heart. One that ached now more than ever, as far as you could tell. 

“We shouldn’t talk about this here,” you warned. You felt well-hidden from the remnants of the empire here, but you could never be too safe. “Come back when the market closes at dusk, then we’ll talk.”

He clenched his fists, nodded curtly, and stepped back from your table. His cape fluttered as he turned around, then the mandalorian was out of sight. The feeling faded again, but you managed to identify it. To use the force and focus on it. And now you were sure that the mandalorian was in need of something, of purpose, and you were sure that you were going to help him find it. 

And, when he disappeared from your view, you couldn’t deny that you missed him. 

How crazy it must be, you thought, for you to long for the company of a man you’d spoken to for a total of five minutes. Whom you knew nothing about—not his name, not his face, not any part of his story. All you knew was that he was hurting, and that the force was drawing you to him. Drawing you to take away the pain.

So, when he reappeared at your table after the suns had set, you didn’t hesitate to give him honesty. “I was trained by the Jedi… a long time ago. I haven’t practiced the ways of the Jedi Order since I was a kid.”

He tilted his helmet at you while he helped you close shop. “But you still wield the force?”

“Yes,” you explained. “I’ve been teaching myself, training my powers. I still use some of the teachings of my old Jedi masters, but…sometimes I’ve found that doing things my own way works better.”

He followed behind you closely as you carried your merchandise back to your lodging, insisting on helping you transport it all. When you paused your explanation, he seemed to be turning it over in his head. “Hmm.”

“What about you?” You inquired. Surely, if you were so drawn to him, he must be force-sensitive too. “As I understand it, mandalorians and Jedi don’t normally get along.”

“I know almost nothing about the force,” he admitted. You were halfway to your cabin now. “My… traveling companion wielded the force. He’s young, still in need of training, so we searched for a Jedi willing to teach him.”

That feeling again. “And did you find one?”

“We did,” he breathed, and you could tell it hurt. 

“He’s the one you lost,” you guessed. His silence confirmed your assumption and, again, you found yourself talking before you could think. “I understand why that must be hard. The foregoing of all attachment was what made me question the Jedi Order all those years ago. It’s still my biggest disagreement with the whole thing.”

You sat your merchandise on the front step of your cabin as you pulled your keys from your pocket. The mandalorian waited patiently as you unlocked your door. He hummed quietly as you beckoned him inside. “Is this where you live?”

“It is. When the suns come up, I have a great view of the forest surrounding our village.” 

He put the remaining boxes where you instructed him to, and before he had a chance to excuse himself and bid you a goodnight, you heard yourself ask, “would you like to stay for a cup of spotchka?”

The mandalorian fidgeted where he stood, and you felt your face heat up again. Maybe the force was telling you to reach out to this man, but you had never been so forward. Perhaps you were being too forward. You started to feel from him again, and he was conflicted. Too conflicted, you thought, for a simple invitation to have a drink. 

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your night. I’m sure you must be getting up early to harvest your fruit.”

You shook your head. “You wouldn’t be intruding. I’m inviting you for a reason. The company would be nice, actually.”

He sighed. 

“Yes, I suppose it would.”

He stood awkwardly in the doorway while you turned on the lights in your quaint living space. The sleeping bunks were separate from the main room, but the space was still awkwardly small. You opted to give the mandalorian your couch while you sat in the matching chair across from it. You offered him a mug of spotchka, which he politely declined. 

After a beat, he cleared his throat. “The way that you… felt what I was feeling. Do you do that with everyone? Can you—can you hear people’s thoughts?”

“Just you,” you blurted. Dank Ferrik, you really should’ve been thinking harder about your choice of words. You backtracked. “I can’t hear people’s thoughts. The force just allows me to feel certain things that others cannot. I’ve never had a connection through the force with a stranger before, but when you stood close to me at the market, I could feel that you were mourning.”

“That’s…” his voice trailed. His mesmerizing voice. “I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I don’t either, if I am being honest.”

He leaned forward on the couch, leaned closer to you. He was doing that a lot today. “Is there anything else you can feel from me?”

You closed your eyes and breathed in deep. There was more you could feel, but how could you put it into words? If you could explain it, would he even want to hear it? Would he want to know that you could see so much of his soul?

Surely not. 

But he spoke up again. “If you’re…feeling something you don’t like, I understand. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” You chuckled at him, puzzled. “I think I am the one who should be saying that to you. I am certainly invading your privacy, looking into your mind with the force.”

“I want to know what you see,” he countered. His hand came up to fidget with the cape around his neck. “No one has ever…”

You didn’t need the force to finish that sentence for him. No one has ever seen my soul before. I’ve never shown it to anyone. You knew that’s what he meant, because the same was true for you. 

“This companion that you have parted with, he meant a great deal to you. You love him…like family. Like a child of your own.” 

His helmet dipped a little, almost imperceptible. “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

“Of course,” you nodded. You continued on with a change of subject. “I can feel that there’s more to it, though. You’re not just missing your… Grogu. Something else has been lost. Something that goes back even further than your relationship with the child. Something that leaves almost as big of a hole in your heart.”

The mandalorian stopped his fidgeting. You swore he was so still that he must have stopped breathing, too. 

“But you cannot accept that you’ve lost it.”

He didn’t seem able to respond, but you felt that he wanted you to continue. You tried to focus on what the force guided you to, but you had no idea what it was. “You’re yearning for something. For some kind of purpose, some kind of connection. You’ve never had that before, but you won’t let yourself seek it out now. You’re holding onto something else. You’re terrified to let go of it.”

The mandalorian was visibly shaking now. He whispered, “I would like you to stop looking now.”

“That’s understandable,” you assured him. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“You only did what I asked you to,” he offered. You supposed that was true. “I’m sure that you can also see… or feel… or…”

The mandalorian stumbled over his words. You didn’t know why, but you felt your body run hot again. 

“You must know that I am unsure of what I’m supposed to do next.”

You nodded at him. Finally, you seemed to hone in on what the force was trying to get you to see. 

“What do you want to do next?”

To that, he replied solemnly. 

“Something I haven’t been allowed to do in a long time. But I don’t know where to start, and…”

You felt it. “And you’re frightened.”

“Yes.”

The force was clear now. 

“Would you like some help with that?” You smiled. 

He whimpered. “Yes.”

“We should get started, then. Like you said, I must get up early in the morning.”

A shaky breath hissed through his modulator. Slowly, you rose from your seat and made your way over to him. He stared up at you and you reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. You figured now would be a good time to introduce yourself. You gave him your name, prompting him to do the same. 

“It’s Din.” He seemed amused by his own introduction. He scoffed, “I haven’t told anyone my name since… since I swore the creed. I wasn’t allowed to. I haven’t gone by that name since I put on this helmet.”

Helmet. Alarm bells rung in your head, and a distant memory emerged that finally made you understand. Ancient mandalorians never removed their helmets. The practice was legend now, but there were always rumors. 

“You’ve never removed your helmet in front of anyone.”

Din lowered his head to stare at your chest. You could feel his shame radiating off of him. Oh. 

“You weren’t supposed to remove it, but you did.”

His voice was strained. “According to the creed, I was never supposed to put it back on.”

You pondered for a minute. Slowly, your hands worked their way across his shoulders and neck and arms. You felt the fabric underneath his armor, the way his cape was tucked around his neck, and Din’s hands ventured out to your stomach. You weighed your options, until you finally elected to provide them both and let him decide. 

“Do you want to work up to it?” You asked. His head snapped back up to look at you. “Taking the helmet off, I mean. Do you want to start with other clothes first? Or do you want to bite the bullet, Din?”

He shuddered as he heard his name come out of your mouth. Din squeezed the skin at your hips, his fingers digging in almost desperately. 

“If it takes too long, I’m afraid that I might back out.”

You placed your hands at the base of his helmet on either side. His hands moved from your waist to cup your wrists. “You’re sure you’re ready to accept what you’ve lost?”

“I am,” he breathed decidedly.

You deactivated his modulator and lifted the beskar over his head, not daring to let yourself look at him until the helmet was all the way off. You turned away from him, setting the helmet gently on the table beside the couch. Before you even faced him, Din’s terrified excitement encompassed you. That, or perhaps you were also scared and excited. 

The image in front of you was captivating. Not only could you feel the fear that Din felt, but now you could see it on his face. His face. Dark, messy hair framed the face of a man not quite as old as you, but not particularly young. His skin flushed bright pink, only drawing more attention to his eyes, which were bright and deep and soft. A full, hooked nose sat above plump and cracked lips—the man had an obvious habit of biting them, it appeared. 

You were ogling him, for the second time today. After a few moments, he turned his gaze to the floor, too vulnerable to look straight at you. Then a few more moments passed, and his eyes flickered up to meet yours again. You were enamored with how bright they were. Such a deep chocolate brown, but piercing and wide. 

“Can I touch you?” You asked. He swallowed hard, then nodded. You ran your thumb across his cheek and he shivered at the contact, still studying your face. Your hand followed his jawline, tucking stray curls behind his ears and feeling his stubble with the pads of your fingers. When your index finger grazed the arch of his upper lip, his eyes fluttered shut. 

You tilted his head back and leaned down, touching your lips to his. 

Din froze again and, when you pulled away, he stared at you with nothing short of bewilderment. An apology was already forming on your lips when his still-gloved hand shot up to the back of your head, closing the gap between you. He wasn’t a particularly agile kisser—which wasn’t his fault, you reminded yourself, and was frankly endearing—but Din was wise enough to restrain himself and let you lead him through it. A sweet, simple rhythm arose pretty quickly, and you let him continue to kiss you for as long as he wanted. He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arm gingerly around your back. All the while, familiar heat was pooling in your belly. You tried your best to ignore it, figuring you would need to set your pace excruciatingly slow for Din to warm up to it. 

And perhaps he was unsure of himself, but Din was also eager. He didn’t need to warm up. 

He was white-hot already. 

His mouth was still on yours when you felt something drop on your face. A tear rolled off of his skin and onto yours, and you realized that Din was crying. You could feel that he was embarrassed, too, but he didn’t need to be. Bringing your hand to his face, you swiped a tear off of his cheek with your thumb. You smiled against him before leaning away and pressing your forehead to his. His breath shook as he tried to compose himself. 

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” you prompted him. 

Amusement tugged at the corners of his lips, even as the tears continued to fall. 

His voice was shaky. “I thought you could already tell. Isn’t that how we got here?”

You smiled at him, shaking your head lightly. 

“I’m not a mind-reader, baby. I still need you to use your words.”

His eyes flickered at the word baby. You wondered when the last time was that Din was treated with any kind of tenderness. Something told you it had been a long, long time. 

Din cleared his throat, blushing as he struggled to look you in the eye. “I didn’t know that it could be like this.”

“Is it too much? Do you want to stop?” You leaned away. He held the back of your neck, keeping you close. 

“No! Don’t stop,” he blurted. Din was flustered, stumbling over his words. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just… surprised. In a good way, I think. No, I know it’s a good way, just—just don’t stop.”

“Okay, I won’t.” You moved your hands to the base of his neck, fumbling with his cape. “I’m gonna take this off, alright?”

He nodded, mumbling a barely-audible affirmation as you untucked the fabric and let it fall down past his shoulders. Din threw his head back as the cool air hit his throat. Slowly, you moved your mouth down until your lips brushed against his Adam's apple. He winced at the contact, one hand darting up into your hair while the other held the small of your back. Din continued to choke on his breath until the gasps and hitches morphed into longer groans and whines. The noise went straight between your thighs, but again you ignored it. That is, until Din’s hands moved together and made you pause. 

Two soft plats rang in your ears as Din dropped his gloves to the ground, one after the other. 

You didn’t even have to move. Almost instantly, his hands returned to their respective places. His fingertips dug experimentally into your skin, hesitant and soft. Another whine escaped his throat. “Fuck.”

It was only then that you felt it—what you should have noticed by now. With Din’s hand pressed into the small of your back, tugging you ever-so-gently closer to him, you could plainly feel it. The outline of him through the front of his pants, poking against your thigh and no doubt straining against the tight fabric. His cock had grown hard some time ago, but he’d been ignoring it just as you’d been brushing off your own feelings of arousal. Now, though, it was simply begging for attention. His hips bucked involuntarily. You smirked. 

“Would you like some help with that?” You teased. 

Din’s face lit up red. “I—yes, I do—just give me a second—”

He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on something. While his left hand stayed behind your head, his right was slowly venturing further upward underneath the fabric of your shirt. When his hips jerked again, he shuddered underneath you. His cock had gained the smallest bit of friction from the movement against your thigh, and he was trying desperately to stop himself from bucking up to get more. You felt a bit of panic flowing off of him. 

“Din?” His big, brown eyes flickered open and up to your face. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

“No,” he blurted. He scoffed, as if the suggestion was so far from the truth that it was amusing. “It’s just… never happened like this. There’s rules, normally. Mandalorians, we’re not celibate by any means, but I wouldn’t exactly say that intimacy is our strong suit. Before, no one was allowed to see my skin. Not even a little. I’m just… I’m trying to decide…”

You tilted your head, lifting his chin with your fingertip. “Trying to decide how much to show me?”

“Yes,” he breathed. 

“What does your instinct tell you?” You inquired, already knowing the answer.

His eyes fluttered down to your chest. Din swallowed hard and dropped his hands to his sides, propping himself against them. He sucked in a breath. 

“To take it all off.”

The beskar came first. Din disconnected his chest plate while you tore his shoulder guards off of him. The armor on his arms was equipped with weapons and electronics you couldn’t work, so you took the opportunity to shed your own clothing while he dealt with the rest of the metal pieces. You were down to your underwear by the time he was finished, a heap of beskar resting behind your couch when you sat down again. His hands didn’t hesitate to grab your waist. Din felt your bare chest and belly while you toyed with the buttons on his pants. 

When you paused to let him pull his shirt over his head, he took a moment to understand what he was supposed to do next. After a beat, Din reached between his shoulder blades, tugging the fabric up and off his body. 

Even as big and strong as he appeared in the armor, you weren’t quite expecting the toned body underneath his clothes. Din’s body was lean, but bulked at his chest and arms—you supposed from the physical nature of his work. A toned set of abs no doubt lied under a soft belly that was jerking from nerves and restraint.

Your fingers danced along his biceps, across his chest and down his stomach before settling at the waist of his pants. He arched his back to give you room to tug them past his hips. When you did, the length of his cock became plainly visible, outlined by boxer briefs barely capable of containing it. Your fingers ghosted across the fabric, causing him to shudder and whine. 

“I wanna—” Din started, cut off by flick of your thumb over the tip, where a tiny wet spot was beginning to form. “I want to touch you first. Make sure you’re—you’re ready.”

You groaned at the thought of him needing to get you ready. Of the perfect, almost-unimaginable stretch that would hurt so good that you would be drunk on it. You thought of his fingers dancing along your entrance, as gentle and tentative as the rest of his touch, only to retreat and make way for what you could already tell would leave you feeling sore tomorrow. 

“Go ahead, baby.”

Din’s hand ventured down to the band of your underwear. He dipped below the elastic and he groaned deep from his chest when he felt your slick touch the pads of his fingers. It must have been the first time he’d gotten to touch someone without the gloves coming between you. His fingers dipped lower, brushing past your clit and to the top of your entrance. He shuddered and groaned again and you were half-convinced he would come undone right then. His cock twitched underneath his boxers, desperate for friction. 

First a single finger dipped hesitantly into your entrance, hooking upward against your walls as it searched for that spongy place that was most sensitive. As much as he tried—and as much as you were sure he knew how to draw an orgasm from you—he was too distracted by the feeling of you to focus. He pulled out the digit, gathering more of your slick and circling your folds, then pushed two back inside. 

“Dank—fucking—ferrik—” Din muttered under his breath. “So tight… so wet for me—”

“I think you’re getting a little distracted, baby,” you joked. 

He mumbled, “You just feel so good.”

His fingers moved lazily, directionless. You could tell he was getting lost in the sensation of fucking you with his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cum before you’d even touched him. 

You were starting to get desperate. Grinding into his hand, you leaned to his ear. “I think I can help you, baby. Will you let me do that?”

“Please,” he whispered. 

Your hand moved to cup his over your underwear, the other arm holding your weight. You pressed his fingers further inside you, rolling your hips until they hit that perfect spot. Pleasure shot through you and you groaned. The sound and the feeling of you bucking into his hand made Din whine again. 

He shook his head. “I’m not gonna—I can’t—It’s too much—”

You didn’t want this to be over so soon, though. In a split-second decision, you squeezed your eyes shut and focused hard, calling on the force. You felt yourself constricting the base of his shaft, holding his orgasm off while he hissed and bucked upward. It took a second for him to realize what you were doing—how you were doing it—and he eyed you with shock and brief panic. 

“Din,” you cooed at him slowly, “take a deep breath and focus for me, okay? I know you know how to use those fingers.”

After a few panicked huffs evolved into slow, shaky breaths, Din nodded up at you. His fingers danced across that spot, pausing to hone in when you whined and clenched around them. He set a pattern of twisting and curling and parting his fingers, brushing across that spot every few movements. It was just enough to make you frustrated. Enough to make you crave the tiniest bit more. A sly grin moved across his face when you whimpered and tried to move your hips to take him deeper. 

“Please, Din,” you begged, your thrusts barely missing your sweet spot. “I need more. You’re right there, just more—”

“I can’t help but want to savor this,” he breathed. He tilted his head so his mouth was at your ear. You couldn’t tell if it was more teasing or truthful. Either way, he didn’t change his pace. 

He kept going for another short while until you simply couldn’t stand it anymore. Your hand parted from his and hovered above your core. Din realized a little too late what you were about to do. Without his permission, Din’s fingers curved upward until they perfectly pressed against your bundle of nerves. His thumb moved up to press against your clit, drawing tiny circles as his hand moved faster, harder than before. He grunted frustratedly after a few moments, not fond of the feeling, and he didn’t hesitate to continue the rhythm you’d set when you released him. 

“Keep going,” you instructed. 

He nodded. 

The pleasure was steadily building. Quickly building. Din could hardly handle it all and he elected to distract himself by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. He managed to keep his hand steady—and keep from spilling in his boxers—as his tongue collected the sweat from your skin. When you were nearly at your peak you began to tighten around him, moving your hips to match his pace. The climax stole your breath from you and your body shook in his tight, strong grasp. Din threw his head back as you gushed around his hand. 

When you finally came down, your entire weight resting against him as you gasped for breath, he hummed a noise of amusement. 

“Do you think you’re ready now?” 

You chuckled into his neck. “Only if you are.”

“I can’t believe I get to feel you like this,” he exalted, almost to himself. Din tilted your head to face him, making the most confident eye contact he’d made with you all night. “I can’t explain it, but I’m glad that it’s you. Thank you.”

You buried your face back in his neck, flustered. It was barely audible when you muttered, “Me too.”

“And yes,” he added. “I’m ready.”

He dipped his hands to your backside, pulling your underwear down as you shimmied off of his lap just enough to free them. Slowly, Din pushed the two of you forward until you were on your back. He planted a quick kiss on your lips before pulling off of you. You watched as he swiftly removed his last remaining clothing. 

And now that there was nothing left to the imagination, you were absolutely sure. 

You were going to be sore tomorrow. 

Din moved back on top of you, guiding your legs around his hips and running the head of his cock through your slick, coating himself with it. Your hands shot up to clutch at his chest and his eyelids dropped as he fell into the more familiar feeling of his dick against your entrance. Juxtaposed with all the new sensations and the connection the two of you seemed to have, Din felt a kind of euphoria he couldn’t describe. Confidence overrode the uncertainty until all that was left was a deep, carnal hunger for you. You could feel it. 

Then he slowly pushed himself inside, only an inch or so, and your mind and body were consumed by the stretch of it. Your fingers dug into his biceps and your head fell back against the cushion. He stilled his movements, not even halfway inside and struggling with all his might to stay still. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, a tinge of worry in his voice. 

Breathlessly, you laughed up at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

His expression didn’t change. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you smiled. 

“I need you to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he warned. You nodded up at him. “And just so you’re aware, I do have the implant.”

“That’s good,” you noted. “Because we both know you’re not gonna last very long.”

Din closed his eyes. “I would be offended by that if you weren’t squeezing me so tight right now.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged. He started to move again, and your voice wavered. “We’ll work you up to it.”

When he was seated almost all the way in, beads of sweat had formed in a line across your forehead. He grunted and took a breath to steady himself. You almost felt bad for adding the quip. 

“We can always go for round two, if you’re up for it.”

He started to drag himself out of you, angling his hips just right. “We’ll see if you’re up to it, sweetheart.”

Din stopped with just the tip seated in your walls. He seemed to take your words as a challenge, and you did the same with his retort. The fire in your gaze gave Din some kind of reassurance. He grabbed your hand in his and snapped his hips forward, swiftly burying himself all the way inside you. You gasped and moaned, your whole body jolting from the strength of it. Squeezing his hand, you arched your back just the tiniest bit, inviting him in to set whatever pace and force he wanted. 

Which he did. 

The rhythm he set was slow, but deep. The head of his cock bumped hard against your sweet spot with each thrust and you held onto him for dear life. He gripped you just as tightly, your waist encased in his sturdy grasp. Din’s head dipped until his mouth latched to your jaw. His lips brushed against your skin, more interested in simply feeling you than drinking you in. Tiny whimpers fell through them on every other jerk of his hips. 

Your orgasm built just a bit slower than before and you were almost delirious in your pleasure. One of his hands moved between your legs, grazing the bud of nerves above your entrance as he felt himself sliding in and out of you. An unfettered, grumbling moan escaped his throat. Din’s hips began to sputter and falter in their pace. 

“Keep going,” you instructed, placing your hand over his. There was no threat this time of you using the force to move him, but Din complied with your request nonetheless. He drew smooth circles with his hand, matching the pace of the snapping of his pelvis into you. “Like that. Yes, Din.”

“I don’t know—how long I can.” He dipped his head, concentrating on his thrusts. “You’re too good, you feel too good.”

“It’s alright.” You cupped his cheek in your hand. You were almost there. Right at the edge. As you climbed to that high point and pleasure began to crash down around you, through you, your body went rigid and your back arched until you were pressed as closely to his chest as you could possibly get. 

Your stilling and squeezing around him is what pushed Din over the edge. He buried himself as deep as he could inside you, filling you with his spend and utterly gasping for air. His chest heaved and shuddered against yours and you held onto him tight. After a moment of collecting himself, Din slowly pulled out of you while you whined at the loss of his touch. 

The two of you sat together on the couch, fatigued and satisfied. Your fingers danced in Din’s hair while he absentmindedly ran his hands along your thighs and belly. When you finally had to excuse yourself to the fresher—the sticky feeling between your legs had turned cold and bothersome—Din began to collect his armor and throw his clothes on haphazardly. Something felt wrong about it. 

“Going somewhere, baby?” You hummed at him in the doorway. His eyes gazed at you innocently as he pulled on his boxers. 

“Well, it’s like you said…” he stumbled over his words. “You have to be up early. I should probably get out of your hair.”

You could feel that he didn’t want to leave, but this was what Din was used to. A quick fuck, impersonal and needy, and then parting ways without a second thought. That was what was normal for him. 

You weren’t having it. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you explained solemnly. He slowed his attempt to tug his pants  up around his thighs. Din was unsure of what to do. “…do you want to leave?”

He shook his head. “I don’t.”

“Then stay.” You smiled. 

He nodded at you and leaned back against the couch cushions. You were almost ready to close the door behind you when a thought struck. You cleared your throat. 

“Would you want to join me?”

You gestures toward the shower and Din’s eyes blew even wider. He glanced at you, then the fresher, then back at you. Again, he nodded, and you smiled as you turned to press the buttons for the shower settings. It was a lucky thing you weren’t on Jakku or Tatooine—you loved the water too much. Here, you had an abundance of it, which you certainly took for granted. 

Din’s eyes were so lidded that he could hardly keep them open. He was anxious, you could feel, and the anticipation of touching you again was pulling him out of his head. His heart was racing and you moved your hand up to press against it. Absently, his hand ghosted behind yours. The mandalorian looked to be lost in his own mind, staring off into space. 

“Are you okay?” You spoke gently. He hummed a noise of general content, but didn’t look down at you. When you pulled him into the stream of hot water, his knees nearly buckled underneath him. You held the sides of his face. “Hey, baby. Talk to me.”

He barely registered your voice, it seemed. Din sank further into the warmth of the shower and his arms danced unceremoniously on your skin. His breath still shook even as the water helped him decompress. His eyes didn’t focus when he spoke, his voice cracked and whispering. 

“Why are you taking such good care of me?”

“What do you mean?” You asked. He finally looked at you, fear clouding his eyes and making his brows furrow in a grimace. 

Din gritted his teeth. “I mean nothing to you. I’m just a traveler you met at the market. Haven’t been in your life for more than a few days. What makes me deserve all this?” 

“You don’t have to earn my affection, Din.” Your hands were still on his face. He leaned into the touch. “You deserve to be taken care of just like anyone does after sex. Just like anyone does in general.”

He looked skeptical, and you added, “and you’re not ‘nothing’ to me.”

“What, because the force ‘drew you’ to me? Because you can peer into my head and see my whole life if you want to?” He scoffed. 

Din saw the hurt on your face and he softened a bit. You cleared your throat. “I don’t just care about you because of what the force showed me, and I can’t see your whole life. I care about you because of the night that I’ve spent with you. I want to spend more time with you, too.”

“But why?”

You smiled and turned away from him, leaning back against his chest and pulling his arms around you. You grabbed the bar of soap from the rack and folded it into his hand. “Maybe because you give me so much credit for doing normal-people things.”

His hands were more confident this time as they traveled your chest and shoulders and waist. Din massaged the soap across your skin in a steady, calming rhythm. You leaned back against his shoulder, allowing him to hold your weight. He didn’t mind. 

“Or maybe I want to see those things that the force can’t show me about you. Maybe your reputation precedes you and I want to see what all of the fuss is about.”

He hummed in your ear. “I have a reputation?”

You scoffed. 

“For someone who’s traveled so much of the galaxy, you really don’t know anything, do you?”

You felt him smile against your skin. Sleep tugged at you both as you finished getting clean, and Din could barely keep his hands off of you when you turned off the water. You tossed him a towel, noting with a chuckle, “I thought my touch would be too overwhelming by now. We’ve done a lot tonight.”

He grinned lazily and wrapped the towel around his waist. “Overwhelming? Are you kidding? I can’t get enough of it.”

“That’s good,” you noted, tugging him toward your bunk. “Because my bed is only a single.”

You weren’t surprised at all when the two of you settled underneath the sheets and Din elected to hold you to his chest, his head nuzzled into your neck. For the first time since you’d met him, his mind was quiet. Soon enough, his breathing slowed and steadied, and you figured he must be asleep. 

“May the force be with you, Din,” you cooed. It was meant to be a blessing that he wouldn’t hear. Still, he replied. 

“And also with you.”

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Author's Notes: first of all, idk why writing has been an ordeal recently. I want this to be its own fic universe but not a series per se. I love the idea of a Jedi reader and Din. My other note is that I have not proofread this and I forgot how sex works so... you know. Do what you will.

No tags because idk who to tag.

[liquidstar]

Okay so like I know little about ReZero (would love to watch it one day but, the content warnings) BUT I love people talking about things they like so. Assuming this isnt already a plot point, who in your opinion would be the FUNNIEST character to also be aware of/remember the time loops (Subaru in this case does NOT know they are in on it lol). If this is already a plot point please tell me about a neat bird or something you saw recently instead, thank you :)

THATS SO SWEEET THANK YOU <3 I ENJOY IT TOO SO IF YOU EVER WANNA INFODUMP ABT STUFF MY INBOX IS OPEN ^_^

ANYWAY. UNFORTUNATELY THIS IS A PLOTPOINT AND ITS NOT FUNNY </3

in the 4th arc subaru meets this witch lady, echdina, who kinda exists in a dreamworld, hard to explain, but shes aware of his timeloops. she implies that shes aware but tries to get him to say it himself. which he does so veeerrry hesitantly because he cant tell anyone Or Else. but after he realizes he can say it here, he has like, a total breakdown and keeps repeating his confession over and over again because he can finally tell someone about all this pain and suffering. and its an incredibly cathartic scene buuuuut she is very much manipulating him.

another character is vaguely aware of the loops but doesnt experience them/cant see them. that character is roswaal who is actually his boss. and the guy who has literally been PERSONALLY causing every single fucking issue hes had so far because some book told him to. and when things start going wrong he starts to, like, kick the shit out of subaru to try and get him to restart. yeah bosses are like that sometimes idk. everyone takes turns punching him at the end of this arc so its fine.

personally though if i had to pick a character whod be aware of the loops... id actually go with otto despite Everything. because i think hes the most likely to come out of the experience of watching his friend die horribly and come up with a plan, while also genuinely having subaru's best interest at heart. he doesnt care about anyone elses best interest tho, he was willing to let an entire country die for this guy. hes willing to kill the child he just adopted. so i think otto being aware would cause some fucking situations, especially if theyre not working together for a solution. i also think itd be funny if hes like "if we get gay in the timeloop no one has to know. ill just play dumb."

SO YEAH hes my pick for funniest one. all that being said im pretty sure i wrote up an episode by episode trigger guide if youre ever interested, i might have to touch it up tho. BUT if youre not interested theres never any pressure, this ask is already so sweet tysm again <3

[kyberblade]

Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU

A/N: You all can blame @fordo-kixed-rex for this. She asked me, “What would happen if there was an AU where the reader in BTY went Darkside?” And I said how dare you here’s what would happen and it went from there. I’ve been sitting on this for months. It’s been torture. The name is based off of a song that just clicked for it, Bring You Back by Gold Brother, LIIV and if you want extra emotional damage, put it on repeat while you read. I am not advising this for health and safety reasons. I’m not to be held responsible for any turmoil this may cause. You do so at your own peril.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. I know. I’m confusing. Welcome to my brain. Part of the Back To You Universe, so you’ll be kinda confused if you read it on its own, bc spoilers, but it can be read as a stand alone if you want. (Idk where exactly it takes place, but I know it’s after Part 19, sometime before or during TBoBF timeline that will be coming up in the sequel Close To Home.) Mando’a. Arguing. Mentions of saga typical violence. (See how frustratingly vague I was there?) It ends on a brighter note, don’t worry. It’s not all gloom and doom. I couldn’t do that to them. ……or could I? 😈

Word count: 2,326 (I know. What even is this drivel?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for the idea and seeing this through from start to finish. And @littlemisspascal and @what-the-heckin-heck for flailing on this with me as it developed. I really appreciate you guys. You make me smile a lot. 😁

Also, stay tuned at the end for some kick ass art by @fordo-kixed-rex. 👀 (You’re not prepared. I’m telling you now. Buckle up, children.)

Xxx

Din POV

It had been little things, at first. Just small things he’d normally not think twice about, but they started to make him take a closer look. 

The way you’d look at an enemy.

At him.

His son.

It was icy, glazed over, and distant, yet fiery and ruthless all at the same time. It painted those under its gaze in shades of fear. 

Of disdain.

With something close to death.

Din hated that last thought, but he’d been around enough of that in his life to know what it looked like. He knew death intimately. It was a close acquaintance. He’d brushed up against it time and time again, and each time it would kiss his cheek with a promised, soon, as he whispered back, not today.

He wouldn’t pretend to know the workings of the Force. It was still a mystery to him. But he knew you.

And this wasn’t it.

This was something else.

You were shadows. Shadows of what you were. Of yourself. A shell. Something wasn’t right. But like always, Din felt like he was looking at a sun when he’d stare at you for too long, so he could never look long enough to tell exactly what was off. He’d only get lingering impressions, spotted vision that left him open and vulnerable.

A rattled crate here. A broken box there.

A common thief just after a few credits left clutching their throat as the life was choked out of them by an unseen hand; their wide eyes peering over your shoulder, pleading with him through his visor for just an ounce of mercy, an ounce of forgiveness from this…. Hell they had found themselves in.

But what could he do?

It had been made clear time and time again you didn’t listen when he told you what to do. In fact, you came to resent it. I am not a tooka, you would say, he remembered fondly, smiling down at the painting in his hands.

He’d bought it for you once upon a time. A token. A promise. Though unspoken, it was his vow at the time to always make it back to you. Then it had been used as a threat against him, against you, that had propelled this whole adventure into motion. Until….

Now….

Now he looked at the painting that once symbolized home, a dream, and he saw…. A void. Nothing.

He sighed.

If this was the path you truly chose, then he had to choose his own. For the good of the child. Himself. And for you.

He’d confront you somewhere private. Some backwater planet. You’d always wanted to see somewhere green…. He just wished he’d gotten around to it sooner. Maybe then…. Maybe then you’d be happy about this visit, instead of what he expected, which was anger at him.

But he couldn’t keep waiting.

Couldn’t keep putting it off.

Din turned toward the ramp with another sigh. He knew this would break your heart.

He knew because his was already breaking.

Xxx

Normal POV

You looked around at the towering trees, smiling. Off in the distance between mighty boughs, a flicker of light…. Then another…. And another…. “Fireflies!” Despite your voice going up several octaves in excitement, you kept it hushed, hoping to not scare off the insects. But it turned out you didn’t need to worry about your voice, because as soon as you started toward them, they scattered, despite being a whole ships distance away from you.

Cocking your head, you tried to move towards another batch, but they too suddenly disappeared, scattering like the sparks of a dying fire.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you came to a stop. They’d always swarmed to you, swirling around you in a cloud of light and energy, never had they run from you.

“That’s weird.”

“Maybe they sense it, too.”

You whirled around at Din’s low modulated voice. Once again he’d been able to sneak up on you, not a single bootfall down the ramp giving him away.

Smiling bemusedly at him, you settled your weight easily, head tipping back in question. “What do you mean?” You asked after a moment, turning to give him your full attention.

“Your powers, mesh’la. They’ve changed you.” His voice was low, pained. He stayed near the bottom of the ramp, his weight shifting slightly before he planted his feet and stood resolute, a sigh shrugging his shoulders gently before he went on. “At first I thought that was just the Jedi way, what do I know?” You chuckled softly. “But things have gotten worse. You’re…. You’re different.”

You scoffed, arms coming across your chest as your hip cocked out to the side, head tilting slightly with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re right. What do you know?” The words practically sneered from your lips, and you regretted them the moment they spilled, but you didn’t make a move to take them back.

It was like something had taken over your body, your motions…. Nothing felt entirely like your own, but it also felt so right down to your very bones. It made you shudder slightly at the contradiction warring inside your mind. 

Ignoring your slight, Din went on, his weight shifted to one leg. “Fine. Explain it to me.”

Arms going wide, you began to gesture as you spoke, voice raising with each word. “I’m doing this to protect the two of you, Din! I was useless before! Now I’m-“

“Now you’re what?”

“Strong.” Your brow furrowed as you stared up at his visor bravely. Holding his gaze, you never once wavered under its unforgiving stare. “Now I can help.”

“Really?” Din nearly chuckled, gesturing vaguely back toward the ship. “Because Grogu is so scared of you,” he dropped his arm, leaning in closer to you, his voice lowered, “he won’t leave the ship.”

“That’s not-“ you turned around in a circle and realized the kid wasn’t there. “Where is he, Din? You’re hiding him aren’t you? To prove a point.” Looking around once again, you let out an emotionless chuckle. “You stashed him in the bunk, didn’t you?” You started up the ramp. “I told you not to-“

“Don’t.”

You stopped in your tracks, staring blankly ahead toward the opening of the Crest, not really seeing anything in front of you but the white hot anger that began to brew just under your skin. “Excuse me?” If your words were any quieter, you’d not have heard them yourself. Turning to him, you arched a brow.

He stared at you in silence for only a moment before he spoke in a soft, but firm, voice. “Until you sort this out, don’t go back on the ship.”

With a scoff in disbelief, you shifted your weight to your other hip, one hand coming to rest there, and rolled your eyes. “It’s my home, Din.” You chuckled again, your tone still dry and mirthless. “What are you talking about?”

He walked past you up the ramp, turning once he was at the top and hesitantly lifting his hand onto the lever. “Until you sort this out, until you get back to…. You…. It’s not.” His visor fixed squarely on you, Din’s fingers rolled in a procession of indecision along the spine of the metal gripped tightly in his hand, his gloves creaking with the effort in the silence. You stared right back. Met him ounce for ounce. Until…. He pulled down and closed the ramp.

Stumbling backwards as the ship lifted a few feet off the ground, the ramp beginning to close, you fell to the ground with a thump , landing flat on your back. The wind knocked out of you as you stared up at the shrinking form of the Crest, an anger you’d never felt before consumed you, and you reached out one hand, crying out in anguish as you held the ship firmly in place. 

Whether it was a cry of pain, emotional or physical, fear, maybe even frustration, you didn’t know. All you knew was you couldn’t let them leave, and whatever it was boiled up and out of your throat as you watched the ship struggle against your hold. The metal moaned and groaned against your pull, the trees surrounding it bowing and bending in the wind from the engines. Limbs began to catch fire from the flames as Din hit the accelerators to try and break free from the phantom grip, but it was no use. 

Somehow you made it to your feet, one hand extended to keep the ship held still, tree limbs doused in flames falling to the forest floor with loud thuds all around you. With your other hand, you reached for your saber, not really sure why, but suddenly it was in your hand and ignited as you made your way toward the viewport of the ship.

Stalking around the corner, you stopped short when you saw your reflection in the transparisteel - your eyes had gone yellow and your saber - it had started to bleed. Red streaks were oozing down from the tip, tainting the once brilliant purple glow of balance with the bright red of hate. 

Blinking rapidly and shaking your head as you released the ship, you disengaged the blade and threw it to the ground, staring at it as if it had bit you while Din brought the ship back down with a thunk. 

The blaze of the fallen branches painted the reflective hull of the Crest in an eerie glow, shadows dancing all around as you curled in on yourself, staring at your saber where it had landed on the forest floor.

Din lowered the ramp and stomped down to you, getting in your face, but didn’t touch you. A deep enough breath would be all it would take to close the distance. You had to crane your neck back to hold the gaze of his visor, your face about to crumble under its weight this time. It’s the first time he’s seen you flinch in a long while. Looking at your reflection in his visor, you see your eyes are back to normal, but that settled next to nothing in your gut. “Let us go, mesh’la.”

“No. I won’t.” Then quieter. “I can’t.”

Din sighed, and you almost smiled at the borderline normal response from the Mandalorian. “Why not?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you willed yourself not to cry. “Because without the two of you, I’ll completely break. And when that happens….. when that happens, you’ll never get me back.” Making your way the few steps to the bottom of the ramp, you sat on it, still looking up at your warped reflection in his visor. It was fitting. Your eyes may be back to normal, but your face…. Your face looked twisted and broken. Exactly how you felt. “I’ll never get back to you.”

Xxx

Shooting up in the small confines of the bunk space of the Crest, you took a sharp breath. Eyes darting all over, familiar blinking lights winking at you in greeting, the thunk under the cargo hold saying hello, and the soft snores of Grogu sawing steadily away in the background….

You jumped as strong, warm arms wound around your waist, the comforting press of a familiar chest leaning into your spine, the prickle of facial hair tickled your shoulder where it softly came to rest as gentle breaths puffed against your cheek….

“Mesh’la….?” A deep voice hummed in question.

A voice you’d know anywhere.

Vocoder or not.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “Bad dream.” Huffing out a laugh, you shook your head gently. “Bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He sounded like he was already halfway back asleep.

Turning your head to look at his profile in the low light of the bunk, you smiled softly as your eyes flicked over his face. “No, cyare.” Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. “Thank you. I’ll be fine. Nuhoy.” (“Beloved.”) (“Sleep.”)

As he pulled you back down toward the bedroll with him, your face melted into something a bit more contemplative.

It hadn’t been just a dream.

It had been a warning.

Slipping from the bunk once Din’s breaths had evened out, you walked over to where your belt hung by the fresher. Taking the saber from the belt, you glanced over to the open bunk, your expression tight, and closed the door with a wave of your hand.

Dismantling it down to the kyber inside, you breathed a sigh of relief when the crystal winked at you in the low light, unblemished. It’s purple hue completely unmarred from the ugly red it’d had in your dream.

After you reassembled the hilt, you ignited the blade and relaxed your shoulders further when the cargo hold was illuminated in the soft purple glow.

You stared at the blade for a moment, getting lost in the sea of silence hyperspace surrounded you with.

Careful.

Careful. 

Careful.

Be mindful, little one.

I sense much fear in you….

“Not right now, kyber blade,” you mumbled to yourself as you addressed the saber. “Now it’s time for sleep. Not time for voices.” Disengaging the blade, you clipped it back to your belt before making your way back into the bunk. “I couldn’t get a blue crystal. Or green. No. I had to get a wise ass purple one. The universe is testing me. Literally.”

Luke had told you to be careful, as well.

Maybe you needed to listen.

But this was a problem for the morning.

For now, you needed to do nothing but settle into the arms of your Mandalorian and rest.

But come morning…. Come morning, things were going to happen.

And you knew you would do whatever you needed to do to protect your family, your aliit.

Your clan of three.

Whatever it took, no matter how far you had to go….

You would always find a way to bring them back to you.

Xxx

(Click here for just the art in its own post.)

Xxx

Tags To Come!

[fictionfixations]

finally going through penacony story (ive already seen it all but now im actually playing through it in-game)

am going to spoil in my thoughts up to the most recent penacony story. 2.2 i think?

also JP spoilers for book 7 of twisted wonderland

look she said im funny

HUH

AHHH

sorry i ship them so bad oh my god DEAR.

YEAHHH ITS ACHERON

i dont think i can see anyone else

i still dont understand what the red text means. i always thought it just meant that the text can be different for everyone but sometimes its just single words that are red and it makes me wonder why would it change? what would it even change to?

it didnt fully make sense to me so im still not sure

also i really doubt 'raiden bosenmori mei' could be changed so its likely more that its something important?

idk

actually this hits different after ive been going through book 7 of twisted wonderland (its a game btw, book 7. there is a novel and manga but not the point)

im going to keep it vague in case people havent gone through twisted wonderland

but basically. the wrong thing in those dreams weren't that it was just a dream (although thats why we're trying to stop it) its that in the process something they deeply care about is missing from that dream. they dont exist.

like. okay now MAJOR book 7 spoilers (im talking JP server spoilers. scroll past if you dont want to see)

Idia's dream had Ortho alive. but in the process meant that robot Ortho never existed (also that 'ortho' is in RSA), robot Ortho who ended up having an existence outside of who he was based upon, being seen as a member of the family, as another one of the Shroud's sons... just ceased to exist.

Lilia's happiest memory was Malleus finally awakening from his egg, but that means they were placed in war times, facing all this tragedy, not liking humans, not wanting children, and in a world where it also means he hadn't taken in Silver yet.

Rook's dream was where Vil and Neige actually got along and were friends in RSA. But that meant Rook never got that bond with Vil, never transferred to Pomefiore, never got to really be himself since he's been hiding the fan part of him in Savanaclaw. (his room is a nightmare tho wtf)

So. it's like a loss you face when reaching towards what would be your 'happiest' dream. It doesn't necessarily mean that say, Lilia doesn't care about Silver, because he does. but you can see what i mean right?

SPOILER END

dont remember this but i probably just forgot

'what you must do is ponder its significance. and then return to the waking world'

okay deja vu to the cutscenes in 2.2. huh. no wonder. its referencing this

also ayo

i love misha so much

mhm like your appearance right?

AVENTURINE I LOVE YOU (i switched to english voice over for you LMFAO)

im gonna end it here and make another post if i get more screenshots

[mike-haters-dni]

GIMMIE THE FUTURE MIKE HCS I BEG

oh boy here we go time to dig through my adopted oc's lore

The first thing you notice about post-coming-of-age Mike is that he holds his face a lot more softly. The teenage angst has burned away and revealed the tender, affectionate (and sometimes vaguely sad) core it was protecting. Make no mistake, the judgy bitch will still come out if the situation calls for it, but he no longer approaches every social interaction assuming the other person is going to hate him. Turns out he can actually be pretty charismatic when he doesn't feel the need to be a dick in preemptive self-defense.

The low self-esteem never completely goes away but it does diminish to the point where he can occasionally believe people actually like him and maybe he deserves to be happy. He even gets to the place where he can accept most compliments, except if you specifically imply he is either kind or attractive, which he will reflexively scoff at. The two things he can never truly believe about himself 😔. El finds this endlessly frustrating ofc.

During high school, Mike is the first one to get a car (birthday present from his rich parents) so it becomes his job to carpool everyone to school, as well as drive El anywhere she wants to go at any time. idk anything about cars but its black and pretty nice (Karen is absolutely treating her kids after they almost died in a monster war) and Mike lowkey mostly agrees to favors because he likes driving it around so much.

Actually no one else but Lucas gets a car bc why go through the hassle when you can just barge into Wheeler residence at any time and guilt Mike into driving you. He does have a driving toll however, and that is maintaining full control of the stereo, which he uses to blast hair metal.

(El fucking hates hair metal but she's too nice to admit that to Mike, who eventually figures that out on his own after seeing her visibly tense up whenever he plays it. She never fully admits to hating it but she also doesn't really deny it when he says that she obviously does. This also applies to 90's Mike getting into grunge)

The only reason El graduates high school is because Mike absolutely insists that she can and acts as her personal (unrelenting) tutor for the last half of 12th grade (love her but she's really not good at school), despite her best efforts to persuade him to just let her give up because "Did you know that you can legally drop out of school at 18?" ("Yes, but having a GED is really important if you want any opportunities in life." "…See I don't even know what that is." ":/") Luckily, Mike is a talented and very passionate Explainer of Things and took all the classes she's in last year (he's in AP classes now obv) so it all works out, though after she passes her last final she makes him swear to never ask her another math problem again.

After high school he tries to go to college for writing but ends up mysteriously losing the ability to focus on anything or be creative, which causes him to not do any assignments so he starts avoiding going to class out of shame. He rationalizes this as him being tired of school and not needing to go to school for a creative endeavor anyway haha (true), and he ends up dropping out. (Unfortunately, this is just the start of the college/post-college plot line, which is the gang all getting hit full force with the ptsd induced by the Everything upon entering adulthood but uh we don't have to get into that here hehe)

After (attempting) college, Mike and El (who get married at 18 ofc) move to Chicago and Mike gets a boring job as an editor or something just as an attempt to get a career going, but soon quits that as well bc if you're keeping up with the lore you'll remember that El is getting paid restitution by the government so neither of them actually have to work and he really doesn't like working a boring job just to attempt getting a career going. He then spends the next few years working ("working" sometimes) on personal projects, the main one being a sci-fi novel and, eventually, dming at a local game shop, where he becomes a bit of a local geek celebrity for his excellent dming skills and being a generally cool guy. His original campaigns and one-shots are particularly popular, and people keep suggesting that he start distributing them or maybe even sending something to TSR? Hmmm... not something Mike ever thought about doing but he does have the easiest time and most fun coming up with dnd stuff...no way that could be a real career path could it...hmm.....

Seriously tho Mike is like a master dm. You can ask him any obscure question about anything in the game and he can answer instantly with perfect accuracy. And like any passionate gamer he has many Opinions about the editions and a whole set of house rules he runs his games by.

I wasn't originally going to have him and El have kids but then I imagined Mike telling interactive bedtime stories to his 5-year-old daughter and idk man I think that has to exist. Its not until they're like early 30's tho. Also her name is Ava.

[meownotgood]

I'm here in office hours with professor mags on aki-ism.. can I get some headcanons on aki with female childhood friend/future beloved? like would he be super protective especially if they were both devil hunters? idk why that scenario came to mind but I'm curious lol

also hope ur having a good week <3

sure!! since I just answered another ask about childhood friends with aki... let me answer this one as well....

you've known aki ever since you can remember. you have vague memories of playing with him and his brother when you were barely old enough to talk. you can remember how the two of you grew closer once his parents passed away, and after you both started going to the same school together.

at the time, aki wasn't against the prospect of you becoming a devil hunter. he already decided he was going to be one himself. he trained with you, some of his earliest missions he completed with you at his side. (but of course, nowadays, he wishes he could have gone back and stopped you from following in his footsteps).

ever since the two of you were young, aki has always been stronger than you. he trains harder, he's more willing to give up parts of himself in order to make killing devils easier. you worry about that part of him. you want to tell him to take better care of himself, but you're not sure where to start.

you know how aki can be closed off to everyone else, but he's much more open around you. he talks about his feelings with you, he lets you see him when he's at his worst. and that's something he doesn't allow anyone else to see.

you're both extremely comfortable with each other physically, too. you hold aki's hand whenever you're scared of losing him in a crowd, you tug him by his arm when you're leading him somewhere or hold onto him tightly when you're both on the train. and aki leans his head on your shoulder when you're both sitting in the living room watching tv, he flicks your forehead when you start to doze off at work.

when the two of you have time, aki takes you back home to hokkaido. you reminisce on your childhood there. it's both haunting and comforting to walk together through the neighborhood you both grew up in, but it's nice to enjoy some of the things you haven't enjoyed since you were kids. that ice cream place you and aki always used to go to after school is still there, and the ice cream tastes the same as you remember it. the skating rink is still open, and surprisingly, you still remember how to skate, and you don't think you've done that with him since you both were in grade school.

aki made a lot of promises to you when he was younger. promises to give the both of you a better life, and you made him promise to you that sometime in the future, he'd work towards a better life for himself, too. aki intends to keep those promises, in one way or another.

he's very protective of you, that's just a given. you find you're always standing behind him whenever you go on a mission. he can get a bit nosy whenever you say you're going out with someone. and he always walks with you on the inside part of the sidewalk.

his clothing always seems to find it's way into your dresser, and sometimes vise versa. you've simply grown accustomed to the fact that his clothes are also your clothes. aki tries not to keep your clothes in his drawer for too long, because if you go digging in there looking for something, he doesn't want you to find the confession note he wrote years ago and hid in there because he got too nervous to give it to you.

your belongings are all over his room, too. his bathroom has your toothbrush and all the shampoo you use. he keeps finding things you've left at his house and he didn't even know you brought them there.

you call aki "ki" sometimes, as a nickname. and you're the only person who is and will ever be allowed to do this.

with how close you are, you've definitely taken care of aki when he's gotten too drunk. he doesn't get super wasted very often, but you can recall times where you've had to hold his hair back when he's throwing up, or drag him into bed and undress him. he never seems flustered in those moments, and the next day, he seems to have forgotten they happened entirely.

even though aki hasn't confessed his feelings yet, with how much he talks about you, you both might as well be a couple. he can't have a conversation without bringing up something about you. everyone notices how his plans often revolve around what you're doing. sorry, I can't come because tonight is our movie night. it's been that way since we were kids and... I've never missed a day, so I can't now.

and sometimes, people just go ahead and confuse you for a couple. you're getting a little tired of telling coworkers and strangers you two aren't dating. because it's not like that, right?

no, aki is in love with you. perhaps he's always been in love, but he won't admit it. he's scared you don't feel the same way, nervous you'll reject him and it'll make your friendship weird. so you're just friends for now (even though aki is totally obvious about his feelings, and you're just waiting for him to finally get the guts to confess).

[munamania]

ok and now i need to talk this out on here cause like in all reality idc that much but this is just a little. awk. i might do this under the cut just so i can talk in a bunch of little paragraphs if thats chill ok ty

sooooo right ive mentioned that sam has been talking abt having beef specifically w his roommates but also that friend group at large bc they went on spring break trips w/o him. The roommate took a duo trip with fellow dyke and everyone else did like a big thing together erm

right thats just the context idrc except for the amount of times sams vaguely alluded to it and idk any other details. um but he has called his roommates like the 'poison pills' of the whole ordeal since they literally live together (but they havent been that close. prob since their freshman year when sam was out for a semester. which isnt inherently er bad but hes acting like hes been victimized for the last few years)

and like last night after this long sesh of working on our assignment sam and i r walking to the bus stop and he says something about finding out just like shitty awful drama and how it sucks having to live with 'two of those people' lmao sorry im not laughing im just like. whatever

this said i have plans to see. should i name sams roommate. ok i cant do that rn but we have plans to hang on monday and i would be seeing sam like immediately after for class. and esp if we're hanging out on campus like we might have a repeat of last time where sam spots us out and im not sure if he'd approach and hang this time. but hes obviously aware that me and them like chat

so it's like not so subtle that hes trying to get me to either ask abt the roommate or flat out not trust/see them anymore and i just havent engaged which might come across as "fake" but like. well ill be honest man theyre all a year younger than me and that doesnt mean much but it does feel very immature to handle things this way idk the whole story but im not gonna get roped into the like Omg i cant talk to this person bc of beef idk about...

and maybe i should feel worse abt not being #loyal to someone who is or at least at one point was considered a friend esp when it comes to someone that yeah ig he does know better than i but i dont... sorry ive been talking abt this bitch like cady and regina george except im not psychosexually obsessed im just like. hes been more insufferable than i remember lately yk.

i feel the Tiniest bit bad and like oh have i taken advantage of u bc yk we've hung and smoked and had dinner together often at ur place and def wormed my way into talking to the roommate via u etc but then i remember the way sam talks abt like anything and i dont feel all that bad

and theres this whole thing abt the eclipse i dont have plans to go see it it might happen last second but now after sams asked me abt it and messaged me like yeah idk we (him and his bestie) could maybe take a bus but we'd need a place to stay (asking to stay w my family bc i mentioned it like once on my close friends) and then theyre like going to a diff city anyway like oh my gooooood it's gonna be seen as shady and i dont really CARE i just need assurance that this is stupid as hell and its ok if im a little bit of an asshole about it. i dont think being mad abt the eclipse would hold up but w/e

has not been at the top of my worries and still isnt but now that this is all coming up in the next week im like frank g*llagher voice (sorry) oh Jesus Christ. you know

[caliburn-the-sword]

up to chapter 10. first winter thoughts!!!

thanks to miss marissa meyer because literally everything about winter completely makes up for the fact that i had to go through fairest. also this time i wasn't too lazy to take photos sometimes!! (don't ask me how it's less effort to type up quotes instead of just taking a photo, sending it to my email and downloading the photo from there-- and oh never mind it is still a lot of effort and is only worth it for chunks of paragraphs)

"dark side of luna" made me remember that one side of the moon is perpetually day time. i'm assuming that's where everyone lives since people need vitamin D. hope worldbuilding expands on what it's like during "night time" which is to say when it's late

i think this is the first time we've had a significant time jump between books. it's been months since war started, whereas the past few books only had days between them. idk if i'm disappointed yet because it means we skip a significant portion of the development between winter and scarlet, as well as seeing how kai integrates with the rest of the rampion crew. (note: or it's only been a month????)

ahh do the domes cut off light once it's "nighttime"???

omg she still hasn't seen jacin - i imagine he's also been locked up?? for treason?? but then why not just killed like this father of a shell

APPLAUDED the execution???? cray z

JACIN FINALLY. he's a main love interest so there's no way he will die. i wonder how winter will save him. why was he under arrest for so long??? levana doesn't seem like the type to waste time, unless the war was holding most of her attention

damn that's crazy devoted of winter to die by the blade

i feel like winter hates gingers more than tiktok does LMAO

i can't wait to get jacin's pov and see if he actually tipped off sybil or if it was someone else (which i believe it to be)

why does the name liam kinney sound familiar to me. also, this guard is definitely important since he has been named AND is standing up for jacin. confirmed by kinney looking at winter lol

30 LASHINGS?? there is NO way he can realistically survive that, even if self inflicted. and 40 hours of penance?? sounds vaguely catholic lmao. wonder what it means in this context

"a girl of sunshine and stardust" AYO NEW Y/A FANTASY TITLE JUST DROPPED fskhfsdkhfshk

"Willful determination had stifled any hallucinations." i'm not an expert or anything but like,,, i don't think think that's how it works?? if anyone's got experience with this please let me know if you're comfortable with sharing

why tf does aimery hate jacin so bad (note: probably a jealous bastard?? creeper mccreepface wants winter all for himself)

seeing jacin grin is honestly kind of alarming. i don't remember him smiling ONCE in his first book. but seeing him smile to reassure her after he's literally been through hell is so nice. i am beginning to see why people like him now. i take back the mean things i said

if i had a nickel for every time the most beautiful woman in the land had a scar that accentuated and multiplied her beauty, i would only have 2 nickels but it's weird that it's happened twice (shiori's stepmother from six crimson cranes). it's very slayed of them. more appreciation for scars PLEASE.

"My Selene" HELP THAT'S SO TENDER??? i am already feeling feelings

these childhood best friends have absolutely NO business flirting with each other this hard

i'm sorry but can kai even cook?? i highly doubt it he's literally royalty there is no way (note: i KNEW that he couldn't cook)

17TH KISS?????

FINALLY SCARLET AT CHAPTER 5 I THOUGHT I WOULD EXPLODE WITHOUT HER

scarlet's relationship with ryu is something i didn't know i needed until now. anyway i love them very much. her emotional support wolf

i wonder how scarlet's finger is healing up

scarlet is so helplessly gay for winter lmao

i'm honestly surprised that scarlet is trusting winter's word that her friends are alive

ngl it's very apalling and sickening that a race of people that can use their gift to command someone to do anything they like, such as telling the truth, the lunars instead choose to TORTURE answers out of people. it's the ultimate display of torture being a method of exerting power rather than to actually try and find answers

i LOVE how marissa meyer throws together so many duos of characters and really lets them bond. it's so nice to see cress help wolf now so casually with the benoit farm when she used to be terrified of him during the kidnapping of kai - oh lol nevermind she's still terrified lmao. but this is still good progress and i'm living for it and i can't wait to see them become closer!! imagine him as an older brother figure for her~

since we have no idea who cinder's father is imagine if her nameless father is in fact wolf's father

knowing what wolf and scarlet are like about tomatoes. insufferable fandom culture have probably made tomatoes their entire personalities in like

FIRST JACIN POV CHAPTER

"Dreaming was for people with nothing better to do." okay emo bastard. try not being blonde and looking like a disney prince and then get back to me (seriously i'm imagining him as those vaguely femboy tiktok guys with like long wispy hair in a manbun and is vaguely elflike and uh oh am i just picturing legolas but with shoulder length hair?? fuck me dead)

TWO jacin chapters in a row?? i'm being treated to the works. thank you miss marissa meyer

i will admit,,, that the banter that winter and jacin have is quite delicious (context: he's just been made her personal guard for the first time)

the way that winter and jacin are literally foils for levana and evret makes me froth at the mouth. will not be elaborating i MUST READ no time (or braincells) for analysation

THORNE CAN SEE AGAIN aaaaaaand he's being weird about cress. i hate it here

i love how instead of being all jealous that cinder and thorne have spent all this time together kai says almost the EXACT same thing about thorne being competition as thorne did when he found out about kai. love triangle except they're only doing it for the meme. so real of them (except thorne please stop creeping on teenage girls challenge)

note: reactions with photos are now gonna be their own posts because trying to figure out the formatting was a nightmare and i'm too tired for this shit. tag list does not apply to that because again i'm too lazy. peace and love <3

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell

[kinnenvy]

i am having thoughts about brian and his parents (jack joan debbie). it's messy and chaotic but i need to take it out of my brain and put it somewhere

Jack and Joan

There's like a pattern that he must go through with his birth parents, especially in season 1 it feels as if brian likes to present his relationship with his parents in one way, when it's actually very different.

He feels troubled by his own fatherhood, by Justin's relationship with his dad and the first thing he does is search for his own dad. he tells justin he never sees him, but then at the end of ep 1x09 michael talks about brian's visit and heartbreak over jack like it's something that happens routinely (and it does for sure, considering that it seems like jack is depending on him for money). "When will you ever learn?" NEVER! HE WILL NEVER LEARN!

until s2 ig. to me his relationship with joan is the most puzzling. he visits her, brings her flowers, but it doesn't feel like he ever tries to indulge her in the same way he did with jack. i wonder if that's because he didn't grow up being scared of her, so there's no instinct to get into her good graces...? im not qualified for this kind of analysis i dont think

they've both surely put him under intense distress, in different ways maybe, but it's distress nonetheless. living in that house must have been like being taken apart constantly, nowhere to hide, no comfort, only pain.

im not sure what the timeline is, but it's possible that the first time brian felt loved and wanted must have been THAT DAY in the showers after school. it could be also why he has that twisted perception of what happened. (or maybe it's just early 2000s writing who knows)

Debbie

she honestly makes me kinda mad. she saw a 14 y/o break in her liquor cabinet, get drunk and thought "this kid's kinda troublesome idk :/". i think making big speeches and saying pretty words she doesn't fully understand is very much part of her character (ben), but the way she does it with brian in relation to his parents is horrible to me.

(surely without knowing) she uses Brian's need for approval from his parents and convinces him to come out to his dad, what does that achieve? brian has to hear his father tell him he should die. brian has an important, vulnerable moment with her after his diagnosis and she shares it with joan without him asking or even wanting her to. what does that achieve? we remember what it achieves.

I think it's fair that she thinks about michael first and then everyone else, but i feel like she's softer on everyone else (david????) compared to brian. sure he kept their relationship vague enough to make him believe they could become a couple, but he isn't doing it to have a laugh, they're codependent. when brian is forced to break it off by debbie, she's happy to let brian take the fall on his own. she understands what he did, so instead of maybe idk helping him get at least Lindsay's support, she keeps her mouth shut, calls brian a good kid, gives him a pat on the back and is ready to send him his own way.

which brings me to the way she acts like she understands brian. it feels like the writers are telling us she understands him, but does she? idk. she picks up on things he does in secret one moment and then gets him totally wrong the next. she calls him a selfish asshole in front of everyone, but when it's just the two of them she suddenly has always known he's a good person. why is she never saying good things about him when everyone's around? why does it have to be just the two of them?

"Brian would hate it" "Brian would cringe himself to another planet" Sure but maybe Brian would also get home and maybe for once feel like the adult he imprinted on approves of him with no compromises :// idk

[posebean]

letting it leave mutual circles heres my rinky fic idea enjoy

niki gets into an accident (because of rinne) saving him or smth like getting hit by a car and so then nikis seriously injured and wakes up in a hospital covered in bandages and his arm in a sling but no memories at all not even his own name rinnes there when he wakes up and is breaking down into tears and then nikis just like. im sorry but. who are you? and rinne just stares and is like niki are uou joking

niki: niki? is that my name

rinne:

and then rinne leaves the room and niki is so confused because 1. he has no idea who he is and why he was in a hospital all beaten up and 2. he had no idea who that red haired man was and then out of exhaustion and painkillers he passes out

the next time he wakes up himeru and kohaku are there n help him out . explain to him a bit about who he is, take him out of the hospital. red haired man from earlier is nowhere to be found niki feels like he dreamed that whole scene. himeru and kohaku dont mention rinne at all idk why because if rinne wanted something stupid they wouldnt but well. gotta advance stupidity somehow i guess

its a whole thing of niki finding this red haired man trying to befriend him but rinne just acts like theyre strangers out of pure guilt and horror because the love of his life was literally on his deathbed because of him (he wasnt rinnes just being a dramatic bitch)

but theres still the fact that niki got hurt because of him and now has no memories except for standard motorskills and etc and a little innate stuff for cooking but like. no memories memories. no relationships or feelings.

and everyone at es is careful around niki because he doesnt remember and hes probe to migraines as if hes trying to remember but just cant and also for some reason he feels like a part of him is missing and he gravitates toward that red haired man he thought he hallucinated after running into rinne in the halls on coincidence one day and rinne just. tries so hard to push him away and it explodes into a whole rinne-kun why are you pushing me away i just wanna get to know you the way you act its like we knew each other before i lost all my memories

and rinnes like you dont want to know me and its better this way you really wont like scum like me and nikis like bro what are you talking about first ur saying were strangers now ur saying we do know each other and have for this whole time and rinne is like

you were my star but i put you out with my own hand lets leave it at that and then runs away and now niki has even more wuestions unanswered than answers and its a whole game where niki slowly pieces together from things scattered around his apartment, vague memories of someone else's life, something with Rinne and hes like oh and idk the chase continues until he finally corners rinne and is like rinne-kun i might not be the same anymore i might not have any memories of you at all but now i know is that the me in the past was the most dearest to you and i know you feel like you are the reason hes gone and feel the need to punish yourself but i dont think hed want that he pushed you out of the way of that car for a reason i may not be the same, i may not have the memories that we used to share. but i know that deep down i still have that love for rinne-kun. id like to get to know rinne-kun again. that sweet brute of a man that the past me loved so much. i want to relearn every memory ive forgotten, every memory that is important to rinne-kun. maybe one day ill messure up to the past me again , maybe ill be whole again, rinne-kun, will you help me remember and then rinne fucking bawls because he hasnt cried at all in front of niki during this and was only in complete shock or cold apathy (while himeru and kohaku watch him sob in private and are like. u fucking idiot stop doing this n hes like no i ruined niki he'll be betyer off without me )and cue tender moment where hes like niki doesnt have to get any memories back i will love him no matter what, no matter the cost even if the world burns and we all change that will always stay true. and nikis like but i wanna rember if these memories are so important to rinne/kun they must be important to me too i dont know if ill ever get all my memories back but i at least want to know the memories that rinne kun loves so in case rinne-kun loses his memory i can be the one to remind him of the memories he holds so dear

[movedsomewhereelse]

team rocket gets fucking thrown into hisui au

uhh i don’t use tumblr nor do i know how to use it so i am sorry if this is messy but here are headcanons and whatnot

(put under the “keep reading” thing in case some people don’t like. care about it idk)

• i think they’d get put into hisui inbetween series so the only members that got thrown are jessie, james, meowth, and wobbuffet

• they only remember themselves and each other. they have vague memories that they were on the same team or something and there was this really important boss guy that they feel like they should probably get back to. also yknow how there’s like those ingo things with remembering emmet? i think team rocket would be like that with ash+pikachu but less angsty (or still just as, depends)

• pokemon wise, i like the idea of jessie getting a shinx because she likes it’s personality or something. for james, i think he’d get an eevee, but hey who knows not me

• maybe meowth would convince a random pikachu to join them. because it feels important that they should get a pikachu

• everyone is super freaked out about this talking pokemon that looks like it should be on 2 legs so they don’t really like him at first but then he helps translate and then people start using him to translate and like him and stuff

• they sometimes hum their parts in the motto. like they don’t know the words but they can get the tune

• it’s not a song but i don’t know how else to phrase it

• they hate being part of the survey corps but they do it for the money. gotta get rich somehow and pay for food to eat

• sometimes they’ll discuss memories. they’ll try to figure out and put pieces together (not that it ever works. everytime they think theyre close, there’s one thing that makes it fall apart everytime)

• they hang out with ingo sometimes because they feel like they’ve seen him before, somewhere (whichever series’ this takes place between, it’s up to interpretation but they’ve either fought him like that one time in B/W or on TV or something)

• at some point they get shocked by lord electrode and blast off and while they go james is like “… shouldn’t we be saying something here” and jessie says swears. then wobbuffet does the wobbuffet thing.

• they show up again like 2 minutes later looking fine and everyone is like “wtf.” because that isn’t normal

• why are these random ass people completely fine after getting shocked by LORD ELECTRODE

• melli goes absolutely wild and is torn between being like “DAMN😍” and “DAMN🤬”

• i think it’s funny to think about some child wanting to dress up meowth or something and give him bows and crap. so he looks in a mirror after and gets hit with a horrible wave of deja vu that does not feel good

• yes it’s about meowzie. after a minute it’s back to normal but he is freaked out for a while so ehh

• the horrible deja vu continues when jessie shows this hairstyle that she got and doesn’t think it’s her look but james is bluescreening because that hairstyle reminds him of someone who is really not cool at all (jessebelle)

• jessie never wears it like that again

• now for jessie to experience, there’s that one island in the coastlands where there’s a chansey and while everyone else is like. scared because it’s an alpha pokemon, jessie is like “omg?????? wtf????” and she approaches it. then it attacks her and bam bad deja vu

• i don’t really know how wobbuffet would experience it so have fun imagining that

• i have two thoughts for the ash and pikachu situation- either A. they are in the present or B. they are in the past and i have thoughts about both

• A. the present. i think that ash would go to the next region (or stay in kanto idk whatever you want to imagine) and everything is normal at first

• but then after a bit of time passes it feels like somethings missing but he isn’t sure what

• at some point he randomly mentions team rocket and jessie and james and whatever. but then his companion(s) go “huh??? who are they???”

• it clicks. team rocket has not been around where did they go what

• so ash begins to search because he sure as hell isn’t going to the police about it, because 1, he is a hero, and 2, they would arrest them immediately

• basically he searches for team rocket while no one else does and it’s just shgshs yeah

• and B, where he turns up in hisui too with pikachu

• i would think he remembers everything. so when he sees team rocket he flips out and is like “wtf what are you doing here how did you follow me to the past!!!”

• jessie starts to be like “to protect the w-“ and then stops because. what????

• they don’t remember the motto but it feels like they should be saying it but they don’t know what it is

• they all stand there in silence until ash is like “aren’t you… gonna continue the motto??” and they’re like “what?”

• after a bit of debate ash and pikachu realize they don’t remember and are actually kind of sad now

• hey at least they don’t want pikachu now!!!…. hey what do you mean you have the urge to take pikachu please don’t steal him

• i don’t know it’s an interesting concept that i may expand on later

rhats pretty much it now i think!!! okay bye tumblr i may be back one day maybe not

[veeveex3]

Sleepover with the Freshmen (+ Ortho)

idk I just think it'd be cute to see all the freshmen + yuu and grim have a litol slumber party, a slumbie if you will (also fun(?) fact: I've never had a slumber party before so idk why I'm making this lolol)

Time at Night Raven College is fun: you get to do alchemy, learn about history and subjects that aren't from your world, and most important of all, you got to make cool new friends! However, being that NRC is a school, it does get pretty stressful. So to cope with all the work you have on top of the work that Crowley dumps onto you, you decide to host a sleepover with all of your friends from your grade!

NRC Prefect: Hey, are you guys busy this weekend?

xXAce42069Xx: nah not rly y?

DeuceCaboose: Didn't you say we were gonna study over the weekend???

xXAce42069Xx: eh we can study after class on a weekday lol

Jack H.: You wanna do anything over the weekend prefect?

Epel: I can ask Vil if I can come over if we're gonna do a group study

NRC Prefect: I was thinking more we can just have a slumber party or something...

0RTH0 (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧: That sounds like fun! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Sebek Zigvolt: I propose that we instead focus on our studies instead of shirking them for a "slumber party".

xXAce42069Xx: lmaooooo whyd you say it like that

Sebek Zigvolt: I haven't a clue what you mean, Ace.

DeuceCaboose: Have you ever been to a slumber party Sebek?

Sebek Zigvolt: No, but I vaguely know of them. That's not the point, though!

0RTH0 (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧: Now that I think about it, I don't remember having a sleepover before either! (⁠･⁠o⁠･⁠;⁠)⁠ 

Epel: I've had a couple before. They're a whole buncha fun!

Jack H.: ^ Plus if we're hanging out over the whole weekend, we can also use this time to study too

xXAce42069Xx: boring... why cant we just have a slumber party or whatever??

DeuceCaboose: Well we need to study at some point yknow

NRC Prefect: Yeah, I like that idea!

Nrc Prefect: So, is Ace the only one against this?

DeuceCaboose: Yeah

Jack H.: Probably

Epel: Yup

0RTH0 (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧: It appears so. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Sebek Zigvolt: As long as we schedule time for our academics, I don't have much issue.

NRC Prefect: So Ace, are you with us or not?

xXAce42069Xx: fine... ig so

NRC Prefect: Great, see you guys then!

Ace Trappola:

He mainly came along so that he wouldn't have to study at Heartslabyul with Riddle

And also to spend time with his best friends but he'd never admit that

Cater lends him a couple card games so that you all can play during the sleepover

Other than that, he doesn't bring much else other than his pajamas, sleeping bag, phone, and homework (forced to bring)

His pajamas consist of a white t-shirt and some heart patterned pants

Doesn't wear socks to bed

Once everyone's in their pajamas, Ace immediately tries to distract everyone from their work

He tries to start a bunch of card games, asks for more snacks, and is the one to start a pillow fight

Once the next day comes though, everyone ignores him so they can get their work done, all to varying degrees of success

Is used to sleeping up late so he's the last person to go to bed

Sleeps all sprawled out, accidentally kicking Deuce, who's right next to him

Deuce Spade:

Deuce is genuinely excited for this little sleepover

Not only does he get to do the studying he was planning on doing anyways, but he also gets to hangout with his friends and potentially learn a bit from them!

Definitely honor student behavior

Trey asks him to give you some cookies for you all to share, as a treat

In comparison to Ace, Deuce over packs rather than under packing, likely since he's basically packing for the two of them

Deuce's pajamas are a set with a cotton shirt and shorts, both with spade patterns

Wears fuzzy navy blue socks his mom got him (won't say this in front of Ace in fear of being teased)

Deuce tries to balance his work time and fun time, but gets easily swept up in whatever shenanigans Ace is pulling

Accidentally throws a pillow too hard and ends up knocking a painting off the wall (in which he apologizes for after)

Like Ace, he's used to staying up late but tries to go to bed at a reasonable hour

Sleeps on his tummy and occasionally kicks too, mainly because Ace keeps kicking back

Jack Howl:

He's had a couple slumber parties in his youth and is honestly glad to have another with his new friends

Also wouldn't admit to it

Leona gives him some money just in case you all decide to order dinner for the sleepover

With the exception of the dinner money and some protein powder packets, he packs pretty light, only taking what he needs like toiletries and his homework

Jack wears a dark green tank top with a wolf design on the back and some striped shorts as pajamas

Also doesn't wear socks to bed but at least he covers his feet

Tries to get his work done before doing anything fun, which is hard considering he goes to bed really early

So instead he just spends the night having fun and promises to work extra hard the next day

Gets pretty sleepy from staying up past his bed time, being the first to go to sleep if it wasn't for Sebek

Sleeps curled up holding his tail and tries to hide it under his blanket

Epel Felmier:

Every month, Epel, Vil, and Rook have their own little spa day, so Epel just sees this as a less intense spa day (don't ask how a spa day can be intense they just are for Epel)

Vil gave him a couple scented tea lights to give out as thank you gifts for everyone while Rook gave a couple fashion magazines to read during the sleepover

In addition to these gifts, Epel, reluctantly, packs a lot more than he usually would due to all of the toiletries and nutrition supplements he has to take

Epel's pajamas are a light purple, fuzzy long sleeved set with has apples on the front of the shirt and on the pants pockets

Not only does Epel have matching fuzzy purple socks, he also has a fuzzy eye mask too, courtesy of Vil

More prone to playing and getting off task than some of the other boys

Has a lot of fun during the pillow fight even though he's just smacking people with a pillow

Stays up until all of the fun dies down and then tucks himself into bed

Sleeps on his side, occasionally tossing and turning

Ortho Shroud:

Given he's a robot, he thought he wouldn't be able to participate in the sleepover unlike his peers

Luckily, his friends still wanna have fun with him regardless and obviously let him come

Idia gave him a board game to play so that him and his friends don't get board (teehee)

Given that Ortho is incredibly complex, he has to pack pretty heavily for things such as his charger and any spart parts he may need

He can't really wear pajamas but has a dark blue blanket Idia made for him with small light blue flames

Probably sets aside his feet when sleeping so that they take up less space

Ortho is a good student, so he starts studying pretty quickly to get it out of the way

After that, he's able to play with his friends and launch pillows at them (gently of course)

Has a set bedtime that he has to shut down by, but since Idia stays up really late, that bedtime is also pretty late into the night

He sleeps straight on his back, using his wireless charger pad as a pillow and covering himself with his blanket

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek honestly isn't used to being apart from Malleus and gets embarrassingly anxious when he's apart from him and Lilia

However, the both of them encouraged him to socialize and spend time with people his age other than Silver

Malleus give him a novel to read before bed just in case he has trouble sleeping Lilia also gave him some food to share but Silver luckily took care of that

Given how overly cautious he is, Sebek over packs a lot, bringing a lot of comfort items as well as a lot more toiletries than he needs

Sebek wears very classic button up pajamas with a small lighting bolt pattern on them

Wears normal socks to bed and like Epel, has a matching eye mask with a little night cap too

The most reluctant to slack off, insisting to use this time to further their academic and magical studies

However, he gets jealous from all the fun everyone else is having and joins in under the excuse that he was already distracted

He won't admit it, but he really enjoys spending bonding time with his friends

Like Jack, he also has an early bedtime and sticks to it more than Jack does, mainly out of habit and sleepiness

He sleeps on his back holding his blanket while sleep talking surprisingly quietly

Bonus Grim!:

Didn't ask to be a part of the slumber party nor was he invited, but came anyways since the two of you are basically a buy one, get one free special

Since he's a cat monster, he doesn't wear any jammies but he does have a little blankie he sleeps with every night

You have to move him out of the living room so that everyone can get their fair share of snacks and dinner

Tries to get involved in the pillow fight but he has little fucking kitty arms so he can't really throw lol

Cuddles next to you with his blankie to sleep (which would be nice if he didn't snore so loud)

Wakes you up in the middle of the night for a sippy of water too