#idk if we’ll ever be able to see it in canon but I want it so bad

[notherpuppet]

Husk and Alastor have a battle of wits, drinking, and jazz. AKA how I think Husk found out about Al’s situation.

Music: JK Sax’s cover of Tones and I “Dance Monkey”

I’m not a talented enough musician so I couldn’t make the music that was in my head lol but dance monkey fits pretty well.

Alastor: Husker, is that all you got? Hahaha, take another shot!

Husk: You ain’t on a sadist’s leash, you can’t know-it-all. Can’t know what I been through, if you ain’t at a beck and call!

Alastor: Ha! I win this spat with ease, looks like you’ve hit the wall. Cuz Jokes on you, I know that too, I know it all!

Husk: You…what?

Al: Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink this time. Do yourself a favor, banish this night from your mind.

Husk: U-understood.

Al: Hm, good.

[beskarandblasters]

Wherever You Stray, I Follow

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Inspired by Willow by Taylor Swift

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: You’re the daughter of a senator on Coruscant and you’ve been set up in an arranged marriage to another senator’s son for both your father and his father’s political gain. Your father hires Din Djarin to transport you to Naboo where you’re supposed to meet your fiancé’s family and prepare for the wedding. On the trip to Naboo you form a relationship together in secret but after you arrive on Naboo he’s hired to be your bodyguard up until the wedding. But will you actually go though with the wedding? That’s for you and Din to decide.

Word count: 10k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, no Grogu, Din still has the Razor Crest, arranged marriage, your family sucks, your fiancé is a dick, infidelity, fingering, vaginal sex, cockwarming, creampie, semi public sex? (idk they do it on a balcony), canon typical violence, helmetless Din, use of Mando'a words/phrases (translations included immediately after), also a "made up" Mando'a phrase (alor'ika = princess, I took alor which is ruler and added the suffix, ika), pretty sure the travel times used are not accurate but fuck it we ball LMAO, no use of y/n

“I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would've known from that look on your face

Lost in your current like a priceless wine”

You gaze down at the sea of speeders beneath you as you stand on your balcony on Coruscant. The industrialized planet is a far cry from your home, Savareen. You never thought in your wildest dreams you would miss the deserts and the oceans of your home planet but now that you moved to Coruscant you’re missing it now more than ever. Your father decided he wanted a career in politics so he moved your family to Coruscant. You definitely could live on your own back home but your father wanted everyone together for his “political image” or whatever. 

You hear your father calling your name behind you so you look over your shoulder to find him and an unknown man standing across the room. 

“I want to introduce you to Senator Lokato,” he says. 

You turn to walk over to them, and notice that Senator Lokato is wearing the typical senator “uniform”; dark colored robes that go all the way down to the floor. Senator Lokato’s are a dark gray and your father’s are navy blue. It’s weird seeing your father trying to fit in with these types of people. 

“Hello. Nice to meet you,” you say awkwardly, not really understanding what your business was with him.

“I know you’ve been struggling to make friends and meet others your age here so we thought you’d like to meet his son.”

“...Okay,” you say hesitantly, following them down the hallway and into your parent’s living room. 

There’s a man sitting on the couch who you can only assume is Senator Lokato’s son. He’s about your age, maybe a few years older. He rises when he sees you and walks to meet you in the middle of the room. 

“I’m Valsi. Pleased to meet a lovely lady like yourself,” he says, giving you a suggestive smirk. 

Maybe you would be flattered by his forward nature if he weren’t so… plain looking. He’s a little taller than you, a tad muscular and just so… plain. He’s got the kind of eyes that are just soulless and he bares a striking resemblance to his father. 

“Nice to meet you, too,” you offer politely. 

“Well, we’ll let you two get to know each other,” Senator Lokato says, clapping his hands together.

“Yes, have fun you two!” your father says a bit too cheerily before leaving with Lokato.

“Please, sit,” Valsi says… in your own home. 

You sit on the couch, keeping your body language tight and uninviting. The more you see of this guy the more you realize you’re not gonna want anything to do with him.

“I’m not sure what your father has told you but I have family on Naboo. We could raise the children there, of course. We can bring them to visit Savareen, too. But… a more civilized place like Naboo is better. And Coruscant is too busy for small children. Maybe we could relocate here when they’re older? But-”

“Excuse me?” you ask. You were zoning out at the sound of his monotone voice until he started mentioning children. 

“Well of course we’re going to have children?” he says, in a tone that makes it sound like you’re the stupid one.

“Of course we’re going to have children? We don’t know each other. I literally just met you today,” you snap back. 

“Oh, I see. Your father didn’t tell you. We’re getting married.”

“You’re funny if you think I’m getting married to you,” you laugh.

“You can laugh all you want but our fathers already made a deal. We get married in a month,” he says, folding his arms.

The realization is settling in. Your father was trying to get you to “make friends” alright. He’s trying to sell you off to some man for his own political game. You should’ve seen this coming. Ever since your father has become a member of the Senate he’s been obsessed with perfecting his image and gaining more public approval.

“You might be okay being a puppet for your father but I’m certainly not,” you snap, getting up and storming over to the door. 

As you enter the hallway you see your father and Lokato who were clearly listening in on your interaction. You scoff at them both and stomp off your bedroom.

“She’ll come around,” you hear your father say softly before closing the sliding door behind you. 

You fall into your bed and start crying; the weight of everything hitting you all at once. Between being forced to leave your home planet, moving to a strange new place and now all of a sudden being shoved into an arranged marriage you’re feeling completely hopeless. 

Eventually you drift off to sleep, your own tears aiding you in the process. Your dreams are filled with your home planet and of travels all on your own, with no one forcing you to go anywhere or do anything. It almost feels too real because when you wake up you forget the horrors of reality for a moment. 

You get changed into a silky pale blue dress before returning to the living room. That was another thing about your father’s new found political life; your wardrobe was completely different. Gone were the days of flowy pants, boots and earth tones. Now your wardrobe consists of extravagant gowns, robes and jewelry. It’s all very beautiful and maybe just maybe you could enjoy your new look if it wasn’t being forced upon you. 

You find your father sitting on the couch, reading something on his holo-pad. When he notices your presence he looks up and shoots you a faux sympathetic glance. You sit on the opposite end of the couch silently, not even knowing what to say to the man who’s trying to strip you of your bodily autonomy. 

“I’m sorry, my dear. I just think this is what’s best for us. The Lokatos are very well off. You’ll be set for life,” he says, setting the holo-pad down on the table in front of him.

“You’re forcing me to marry someone I don’t know… let alone even love! I really don’t care how rich they are,” you say, folding your arms. 

“It’s for the best. Especially if you want to maintain this new lifestyle that you’ve become accustomed to.”

“You mean the one that you forced upon us? If I were up to me I would be home right now,” you fight back.

He sighs, not looking to listen to any more of your protests. 

“Look, Valsi left today to go visit his family on Naboo. After he gets some business sorted there you’re going to meet him. You’ll be leaving tomorrow. I’ve hired someone to take you there, some Mandalorian. You leave tomorrow.”

You scoff and get up, retreating to your room where you go to bed again, wallowing in your own sadness until you decide to pack for the next day. Your parents call you for dinner but you decline, not wanting to see them but also too upset to eat. You go to bed that night and have a dream that this Mandalorian takes you anywhere else but Naboo. It’s a shame really. You’ve heard how beautiful Naboo is and under any other circumstances you’d be jumping at the chance to go. But when you’re going under the pretense of meeting your arranged husband and his family, you can think of a million other places you’d rather be. 

You wake up the next morning and get ready for your journey, the nerves brewing in your stomach. You meet your father in the living room again without saying a word to him. He sends for a servant to collect your bag before leading you to the docking bay. You don’t say a word to him the whole way there. He makes attempts at small talk, telling you how much you’re going to love Naboo and how you’re going to have such a good time. But you can’t be bothered to entertain him. 

You reach the docking bay and in front of you is a large ship; a Razor Crest your father tells you. The exit ramp opens and that’s when you see him walking towards you; a Mandalorian in full beskar, silver and shiny. He has a sort of confidence about him when he walks that commands the attention of anyone nearby. 

“Mando!” your father says happily as he stops in front of the both of you, “Thanks for agreeing to do this.”

“Half the credits, the other half after the job is done, right?” he says, making no time for pleasantries. His modulated voice scratches an itch in your brain you didn’t know was there. 

“O-of course,” your father stutters, pulling out a small bag from his robes. 

The Mandalorian takes it and nods with a slight tip of his helmet. 

“Let’s go,” he says curtly, turning and walking back towards the Razor Crest. 

He seems… unpleasant. And you’re going to have to spend several days with him alone holed up in this ship. Great. 

Your father goes for a hug but you rebuff him, walking to the ship without looking back. The servant follows with your bags and drops them off before leaving. The Mandalorian closes the exit ramp and retreats to the cockpit without saying a word. You follow him and sit in the passenger seat. You watch him prepare the ship for takeoff while he doesn’t say a single word to you. So offer some conversation.

“So… Do you always do stuff like this?” you ask.

“Stuff like what?” he replies, not looking at you.

“Transporting people around.”

“No. I’m a bounty hunter.”

“Really? How’d you get roped into this?”

“Credits,” he says plainly.

“Hope that it was worth it…” you grumble under your breath.

He turns his seat around and the T-shaped visor practically burns a hole into you. You can’t see his face but you can feel his stone cold gaze and it sends shivers through you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re taken aback. Is he actually offended by your snide little comment?

“You’re bringing me to Naboo to meet my soon-to-be husband. The whole thing is a forced, arranged marriage. Did you know that?” you say defensively, folding your arms across your chest.

“No, I don’t ask questions like that. All I need to know is that I’m bringing a princess to Naboo and how much I’ll be paid.”

“I’m not a princess,” you scoff.

“Whatever you say, princess,” he says, turning to face the control panel again.

You let out an exasperated sigh and he finishes preparing the ship for takeoff. He straps himself in and asks if you’re strapped in, too. 

“You buckled up, princess?” 

“Yup.”

He takes off and you look at Coruscant below as you leave, pretending you’re going anywhere you want and not with some grumpy Mandalorian. 

Once you’ve left the atmosphere you ask, “So how long is it going to be until we get to Naboo?”

“About seven standard days,” he says nonchalantly.

Great. Seven days of being holed up in this cramped ship with him. 

He makes the jump to lightspeed and you’re enveloped in a cool blue glow.

“You can unbuckle now. I’ve set an auto pilot course for Naboo. We shouldn’t need to stop for fuel if all goes well.”

Pretty much as soon as he said the word “unbuckle” you were leaving the cockpit to go stretch your legs. You only half listened to the rest of what he’s saying. To be honest, you don’t really care for him. 

You pace up and down the storage area of the Crest for what feels like forever, wondering what kinds of weapons and gadgets he has stowed away in there. You sit on some crates and mess around on your holo-pad for a while. It’s really fucking boring and Mando isn’t one for small talk. 

He keeps to himself mostly, periodically checking in on you as you keep yourself entertained. He doesn’t really have an opinion on you just yet. He assumes you think he doesn’t like you but that’s just how he is with everyone; a little standoffish. He watches you as you pace the storage area and tries to ignore the way your hips sway when you walk; or the way your brows furrow when you read something on your holo-pad. You’re just so… cute to him, in your pretty dress that hugs your figure perfectly. In all honesty, he feels bad for you, too. Once he learned you were set to be in an arranged marriage his apathy towards you started shifting into something else. 

Eventually it’s the end of the first day cycle and he realizes you should probably get to bed soon. He sits beside you on a crate you’re reading your holo-pad on and says gently, “You need to sleep.”

He half expected a snarky response or some form of protest from you but you just yawn and let out a soft, “Okay.”

He leads you to the cot across the room in a little cubby. 

“It’s a little small but it should be alright for you,” he says.

“What about you? Where are you going to sleep?” you ask. 

His chest gets tight over your concern for him. 

“Don’t worry about me.”

“But where are you going to sleep?” you ask, not letting it go.

“...The floor? Or maybe in one of the seats in the cockpit,” he says reluctantly. 

“That’s ridiculous. Just sleep in here with me.”

His mind is spinning at the thought of sleeping on the cot with you. But he also wants to respect your personal space. You’re engaged to someone else whether it’s arranged or not.

As if you could read his mind you say, “We’re both adults here. I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it.”

“Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath. 

You excuse yourself to the refresher to change into your pajamas; a soft oversized shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. He removes his armor and weapons in the meantime, leaving only his flight suit and his helmet on. You crawl into the cot with him and it’s a tight squeeze. You figure out the most comfortable position is him spooning you, his large arm draped over your side. You get a glimpse of his gloveless hand and make a mental note of his skin tone; the only indication you have of what he looks like underneath all the beskar. It’s large and calloused, most likely from years of working with his hands. 

“So… Do you ever take the helmet off?” you ask. 

“Only when I’m alone.”

“So if I wasn’t here right now, you could take it off,” you say, feeling guilty. 

He doesn’t say anything. If he answers with a yes you’re just going to feel bad. And it isn’t your fault. He chose to follow the creed. 

“I should sleep somewhere else. Just so you can take that thing off and have a chance to really breathe,” you say, starting to get up.

His arm around you tightens. He doesn’t want you to leave. It’s nice having someone else to lay with; to sleep with, regardless of the fact you’re engaged to someone else. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” he says softly, “I’m used to it.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Yes, mesh’la. Go to sleep.”

Mesh’la? What does that mean? You feel sleep overtaking you so you decide to ask in the morning. You drift off to sleep with the sounds of his modulated breathing soothing you.

He wakes up before you and admires how peaceful you look, eyes closed and lashes fanned out against your face. He could stay there for a while, taking in all of your beauty but he needs to get up and check on the autopilot. He gets out of the cot; careful to not disturb you. He replaces his armor and his weapons before retreating to the cockpit. He checks to make sure the Crest is still on course and tries to ignore the excitement brewing in his stomach.

You wake up in the morning and he’s gone. You’re shocked for a moment but then you remember he’s probably just in the cockpit. You get up and stretch before going to meet him in the cockpit. The blue light whizzing by around you makes it feel like it’s not morning; like no time has passed. You sit in one of the passenger seats, not saying a word to him. 

“How did you sleep?” he asks softly. 

“Good… How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he says awkwardly. 

“Okay well… I think I’m gonna use the refresher?” you say, more so in an asking tone. 

“Go right ahead,” he says, turning his seat to face you. 

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in his helmet and notice your bedhead. Feeling embarrassed you retreat to the refresher and spend a while in there, letting the warm water soothe you. You change into a new dress when you’re done, this one lower cut than the one from yesterday. You step out of the refresher and back into the storage area, almost bumping right into him. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize. 

But he doesn’t say a word, admiring your beauty once again; fresh faced with wet hair… and of course the hint of cleavage peeking out from your dress. 

Why isn’t he saying anything? you wonder, Did I do something to upset him?

“Y-you should eat,” he says, tripping on his words ever so slightly.

“Okay…You should, too.”

“Okay,” he says, turning to grab some rations for both of you.

“We just have to eat separately,” he says.

“Of course! Where do you want me?”

Against me, under me, he thinks to himself.

“You stay out here. I’ll go on the cot and shut the door,” he says.

You nod and he hands you your ration before going into the cubby and closing the door. You sit on the floor and lean back against it, wanting to feel close to him for some strange reason… And then you realize your own apathy towards him is melting away and changing into something else, too. But you can’t put your finger on what.

He sits on his cot and removes his helmet. You can hear the hiss of the modulator through the door and your mind races with ideas of what he looks like. 

“I’m against the door… I just wanted it to feel like we were eating together.”

His heart flutters. “That’s okay, mesh’la,” he says, using the nickname subconsciously. 

“No more princess, huh?” you tease, but also listen carefully to his helmetless, unmodulated voice. 

He almost chokes on his food at your boldness. “Well uh, you said you weren’t a princess…”

“That’s right. I’m not. But what does mesh’la mean?”

He has two options. He could tell you the truth… or he could lie. What are the chances of you meeting another Mandalorian anyway? But he doesn’t want to lie to you of all people. You deserve someone who’s honest and good to you.

“It’s… Mando’a for beautiful,” he says, wincing at your response. At least, you can’t see how flustered he’s getting. 

“Oh… thank you, Mando,” you respond. That’s the first time you’ve used any sort of nickname to address him. And he takes note of that.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asks.

“No! Not at all. You’re very sweet.”

He relaxes a bit and you two talk while you eat, getting to know each other a bit more. You could sit and listen to his unmodulated voice tell you stories for hours. But eventually you’re both done eating and you hear him get up. You stand up, too and hear the hiss of the modulator once again. He opens the door and you both stare at each other for a moment, both surprised at your connection and concern for one another. He goes back up to the cockpit and sits in the pilot seat. You grab your holo-pad and follow him, sitting in one of the passenger seats in silence. Except this time, it’s a comfortable silence. And that was the start of Mando’s mysterious, protective nature breaking down the walls you put up around you. 

You fall into a routine during the rest of your traveling days. You sit in the cockpit together in comfortable silence. You sleep pressed up against each other. Your touch and gaze begin to linger. You grow more and more comfortable with each other; so comfortable that you almost forget you’re on your way to meet your fiancé and his family. 

But at night when you’re sleeping in Mando’s arms you don’t have a care in the world. You’ve grown so accustomed to sleeping with him that you know you’ll miss this when it’s over. It’s the same position every night, your back flush against his chest and his arm around your waist. And also… his hard length pressed against your butt and lower back. He wasn’t hard the first night most likely because he was so nervous. But as you both grew more comfortable you noticed the hardness more and more. You’ve never said anything about it. You didn’t want to embarrass him. 

But now it's your last night together. You’ll arrive on Naboo in the morning and your time together will be over. And you’ve come to the conclusion that you want Mando. Even if you won’t have him again after tonight. So when his cock goes hard against your back you push your butt into him, taking him by surprise. 

“...What are you doing, mesh’la?”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” you ask suggestively. 

“But you’re engaged, mesh’la,” he says quietly, defeated even.

“But I don’t want him, Mando. I don’t even know him. I was forced into this blindly. And if I have to go be with him tomorrow… I want one last good time; one last good night with you.” 

“Okay, mesh’la. Anything for you.”

And with his approval you’re pushing your butt back into him as his bare hand grabs your hip. He pulls into you, cock pressing hard against you as you ache for more touch. You rest your back on the cot and he takes the opportunity to hover over you. His hand trails up your thigh and hooks onto the waistband on your shorts. He pulls them off in one swift motion before spreading your thighs apart. His large fingers tease your entrance which was getting wetter by the second. He swept his fingers up your core, marveling how ready you were for him. He brings his thumb to your clit before moving the helmet against your face so could whisper in your ear. 

“I bet you wanted this every night, didn’t you mesh’la?”

You whimper in response, the featherlight touch of his fingers driving you insane. 

“Please. I need more.”

“What’s that?” he teases, “Are you begging for me, cyar’ika?”

You’re too horny and frustrated to retain any sort of pride now so you nod, begging even more.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, Mando, I need more.”

He plunges his index finger into you without warning, working your walls as your moans fill the small space.

“Look at you, cyar’ika. Already a mess just from one finger,” he purrs.

“What does that one mean? you ask. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear just as he slips in another finger eliciting a loud moan from you. 

He curls them upwards and brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, fast circles around it as waves of pleasure shoot through your body. You feel your muscles tense up in anticipation of relief and you know you’re close to finishing. 

“I’m close, Mando,” you whine. 

“Din,” he says. 

“Hmm?” you ask, too far gone to form a complete question. 

“My name is Din, Din Djarin. Call me by my name when you cum, cyar’ika.”

All you can do is whimper in response. But that isn’t good enough for him. He stops swirling his thumb around your clit and slows his fingers inside of you. 

“What was that, cyar’ika?” he teases, moving his fingers painstakingly slow. 

“Y-yes, Din,” you say in between labored breaths. 

“Good girl,” he praises before picking up the pace again. 

Your hands grip the edges of the cot for purchase as you roll your hips against him, desperate for his complete touch. He rests on the back of his heels and brings his hand to your abdomen, right above where his fingers are inside you and where your g-spot is. He pushes his fingers against it inside you and presses down on your abdomen ever so gently, pleasuring your g-spot internally and externally. Between the three different spots of stimulation you’re at the brink of orgasm again. And this time he lets you have it, making a mess beneath you on the cot and soaking his hand down to his wrist.

“Din, I’m coming,” you moan, arching your back up against him. 

“That’s right, cyar’ika. Cum on my fingers. Just like that,” he says, bringing his helmet by your ear once more. 

Your cunt convulses around his fingers in rhythmic waves before eventually stopping. He watches you writhe in pleasure and feels a sense of pride knowing he got you to cum hard like that. He waits until you’re finished before pulling them out of you; you whine at the sudden absence. 

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. I’m gonna take care of you,” he says before leaning back and pulling his cock out of his flight suit. 

He slicks his cock with your release and you spread your legs wider to accommodate how broad he is. He grabs your hand as he pushes into you. You gasp at his length, filling you completely. He buries his cock into you down to the hilt and showers you with praise. 

“You take my cock so good, cyar’ika,” he says as he stretches your walls.

His other hand moves to your tit, thumbing around your nipple and worrying into a stiff peak. It pulls a deep moan from prompting him to explore your body and learn just what makes you melt. His eyes are locked with yours, even though you can’t see his. He tears away his gaze for a moment to look down at your cunt and the way it grips his cock moving in and out of you. He curses at the sight, mesmerized by it before fucking you relentlessly. You feel your core tense up again before washing you over with the biggest wave of relief. You know he’s at the edge, too. He goes to pull out but you don’t want him to, not ready for the fullness you’re feeling to go away. 

“I have an implant,” you say quickly.

And with that he drives his hips into you one last time before releasing his load into you, coating your insides. He cums with a loud groan, spilling out of the helmet. He lays down, keeping you inside him and pulls you against his chest. 

“You’re amazing, cyar’ika,” he purrs, hand trailing up and down your figure. 

You sigh happily in response. He goes to pull out but you stop him, telling him you want to fall asleep like this. He relaxes and settles against you, wrapping your arm around your waist. 

“Thank you for that, Din,” you whisper. 

“Anything for you, cyar’ika.” he whispers back as sleep overtakes you both. 

You wake up to the sensation of his cock hardening inside you. You let out an involuntary moan and move your ass against him. He grinds back into you before waking up fully, hand gripping your waist tightly. You move back and forth with each other in a perfect rhythm, your ass colliding with his groin, plunging his cock into you as deep as it can go. He reaches forward and parts your legs slightly so he can rub your clit. You moan and lean back against his strong chest while he fucks you; the dual sensation taking you to the edge quickly. You cum simultaneously, pulling every last drop out of him as your cunt flutters around his cock. You’re feeling fuller than ever, between his length and having taken two of his loads. You’re going to miss this feeling so much. You’ve only had sex twice now and you’re already missing the feeling of him inside you. 

“You’re so dirty, cyar’ika,” he muses, hands roaming your body again, “Going to another man, full of my cum.”

“And wishing it was you,” you whine. 

“I know,” he whispers, “At least I got to experience this with you.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, the realization of today settling in. 

“I guess I should go get ready,” you sigh. 

He doesn’t say anything but you can feel him exhale behind you. You lift yourself up out of the cot and strip your pajamas. He sits up on the cot and admires your naked form in front of him, fearing it’s the last time he’ll ever see it. He wishes he could just rip off the helmet and take an unobstructed mental image but he knows he can’t. You go get dressed for the day, feeling so angry and defeated about your situation that you don’t bother to shower and wash him off of you. If you’re going to walk into an arranged marriage you’re going to do it encapsulated in the scent of your lover and filled with his cum. 

Din reattaches his armor and his weapons before retreating to the cockpit. You gather your things and meet him there, sitting in the passenger seat silently. The gloom of the situation permeated the space and both of you were feeling it. This time the silence is sad and lonely instead of comfortable like it had been for the past several days. 

Naboo comes into view and you gasp at the lush planet. Why does this beautiful place have to hold such terrible implications? Din watches the way your face lights up as you admire the scenery. He received coordinates where to land prior to leaving and heads there. One the Crest is stationary and he gets up to help you with his bags, pulling you into one final hug before lowering the exit ramp. 

“Take care, ner alor’ika.”

“Hmm, what does that one mean?” you ask against his chest plate. 

“My princess,” he says softly, moving his hand to the small of your back. 

He pulls away and lowers the exit ramp. You see the unfortunately familiar face of Valsi and an older lady who can only assume is his mother. You walk down the exit ramp with Din as he carries your bags.

Valsi’s mom greets you with a cheery hello. She starts rambling on about how excited is to show you around. Din sets your bags down on the ground and Valsi calls for a servant to collect them before taking your arm. They lead you away and you look over your shoulder to get one final glimpse at him before he turns and walks to the crest, the exit ramp closing behind him. A pit forms in your stomach as you hear his engines power up. 

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind 

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in

As if you were a mythical thing

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring

And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

Valsi’s grip on your arm is tight and constricting as his mother shows you around. It really is a beautiful place; high vaulted ceilings decorated with elaborate paintings supported by strong columns. But you can’t admire the place without Valsi making a snide comment. 

“You won’t find places like this on Savareen,” he says, a dark smirk painting his face. 

“Valsi! Don’t be rude!” his mother scolds. At least she’s more polite than him. 

“Well, it’s true…” he says under his breath. 

His mother shakes her head and rolls her eyes before leading you outside. The garden is vibrant, green and full of life. Species of flowers you’ve never seen before lined up in neat rows with various sculptures arranged amongst them. Across the way there’s a shining, bright blue lake and in the distance mountains loom above casting their mystified reflection on the water’s surface. Minus the mountains, the lake reminds you of the oceans on Savareen and your heart aches. 

His mother goes to say something but she’s cut off by a blinding silver reflection walking across the garden. Your stomach lurches at the sight; Din Djarin walking towards you in a field of flowers. A giddy smile breaks out onto your face and you don’t care about Valsi or his mother’s reaction.

“You came back,” you say as he reaches you, trying to mask your excitement. 

“I’ve been hired by your father to look after you whenever Valsi is busy… up until the wedding,” he says.

“That’s ridiculous. We have plenty of guards here that can look after her,” Valsi retorts, narrowing his eyes. 

“Her father’s orders,” Din shrugs.

“Ugh, whatever.”

A servant comes out to the garden and motions for Valsi to come over to him.

“I have meetings I need to attend. See you for dinner tonight,” he says, squeezing your hand.

You pull back in disgust and he leaves to follow the servant inside.

“Feel free to explore on your own,” his mother says, “When you’re ready to be shown to your room, ask a servant and one of them will show you.”

“Thank you,” you smile. His mother really does seem like a nice woman. It’s a shame her son turned out the way he did. 

It’s just you and Din alone in the garden, standing in front of each other. You start walking towards the water and he follows you, admiring how the sun hits your face and how your hair catches the wind. You’re relieved to be with him again even if it’s only for a short time. You stop at the railing and rest your hands on it, leaning forward and looking at the rolling waves of the lake. The breeze blows your hair back and fills you senses with the scent of the flora around you. You look over at Din and wonder what it’s like for him under there. Does he ever miss the feeling of the sun on his face or the wind in his hair? Does he even have hair? You have no idea what he looks like. Can he smell things underneath the helmet?

“What are you thinking about, mesh’la?”

“What you look like… and if you can smell things through the helmet.”

His gloved hand on the railing slides towards yours, resting it on top. “Of course, I can smell, cyar’ika. I would fall asleep with you pressed up against me, smelling your sweet scent every night.”

Maker, you want him so bad right now. You inch closer towards him, barely keeping any space between you two.

“Cyar’ika…” he says nervously, “What if someone sees?”

“I don’t care,” you groan, resting your head against his chest plate, facing the water. You could stay like this forever, in his arms and surrounded by nature. 

But eventually you start to think that people might worry if you’re gone for a long time with him so you retreat back inside. You ask a servant to show you to your room. He leads you down a long hallway and stops at one of the doors. The room is beautiful, just like the rest of the mansion. You have a balcony that looks right out to the lake. Your bags are beside your bed and you turn to ask the servant about Din. 

“What about him?”

“Uh, Master Valsi never told me of any arrangements for him.”

“Well he is my bodyguard. I would like him to have a room not too far from me.”

“Very well, miss. I’ll get started on that. Dinner is in about an hour.”

“Thank you,” you smile. He closes the door behind him, leaving you and Din alone. He closes the gap between you and snakes his arm around to the small of your back. 

“Do you know how badly I want to take you right here, cyar’ika?” he whispers.

“I mean… we have an hour,” you say suggestively.

That’s all the clearance he needs. He pushes you down on the bed gently and pulls up the skirt of your dress to reveal no underwear.

“No underwear, cyar’ika? Iba’ etyc alor’ika.” What a dirty little princess. 

You moan at his words and spread your legs open for him, aching for his touch. He wastes no time bringing his fingers to your entrance and stroking it lightly, in awe of how wet you are already.

“How bad do you want it, cyar’ika?”

“So bad, Din. Please I can’t wait any longer,” you whine. 

He chuckles at your neediness and slides a finger in, curling it upwards against your walls. Barely giving you time to adjust, he pushes another in, anxious to get you cumming around his fingers. He brings his thumb to your clit and in no time he pulls an orgasm from you. You arch your hips up against him as your cunt convulses around him. He pulls his fingers from you after you’ve ridden out your high and releases his cock that was pitching a tent in his flight suit. He slicks his length with your juices and pushes into your cunt immediately, desperate for the warm, familiar feeling again. This is the first time you’ve had him during the day. And the light from the window and balcony across the room bathes him in the warm sunny glow. You’re mesmerized by the sight of him above you, inside you and in his full armor. It’s new for him, too. Not only are you also bathed in the afternoon light but you’re also in a bigger bed this time. And it allows you to sprawl out so beautifully underneath him. He leans down, effectively folding you in half and drives his hips into you harder. With this new angle you’re at the brink of orgasm and after one last forceful thrust you’re coming undone around him. Your muscles contract and release in a symphony, cunt fluttering around his cock pulling his own orgasm from him. Thick ropes of cum paint your walls as he slows his pace before pulling out of you carefully. He lays down on the bed and pulls you into him, the cold beskar a nice contrast to your warm, sweaty face. After a while of catching your breath he says, “You should probably go get ready for dinner, cyar’ika.”

“I know,” you sigh.

He rises and puts his cock away, grabbing your hand and helping you up from the plush bed. You undress and get ready to step in the refresher, making it even harder for you to leave him.

“I’m going to go retrieve some stuff from the Crest, cyar’ika,” he sighs.

“Okay,” you say softly, “See you after dinner.”

He leaves and closes the door behind him. You get in the refresher and clean yourself up, already missing him. You change into one of the dresses you packed, off the shoulder and a silky blue color before a servant comes to pick you up for dinner. He leads you to a large dining room, again with large vaulted ceilings. The table is so big and you’re sitting so far apart it’s barely like eating together. You’re sitting across from Valsi and his mother is at one end of the table.

“You’ll have to forgive Valsi’s father. He got caught up with some business on Coruscant but he’ll be here soon,” she says.

You nod and eat together in silence before asking, “What about-”

But Valsi cuts you off, “The Mandalorian? The servants will bring him his own food to his room.”

You think about Din eating alone in his room and feel sad for him, wanting nothing more than to sit against the door and talk with him while you share a meal together. Valsi raises his eyebrow at your concern for him but drops it, going back to eating his food in silence. Eventually the three of you are finished and you excuse yourself to your room.

“Thank you so much for the tour and thank you for having me in your home,” you say to his mom, looking past Valsi.

“Of course, dear. Have a good night.”

And with that you rise from your chair and walk back to your room, anxious to see Din again. You spot a servant in the entryway of the house and ask, “Where is the Mandalorian’s room?” careful not to use his name.

“The same hallway as you, miss. But all the way at the end.”

You tell him thanks and start walking a little faster, climbing up the staircase and heading towards the hallway. You reach the end and knock on his door, but you get no response. You wait a little before knocking again… but nothing. Maybe he’s already asleep? Maybe he’s still in the Crest? You wait for a sign of his presence before retreating to your room, feeling a little defeated. You get ready for bed and change into your pajamas, slipping into the soft bed and wishing Din was here with you. 

You drift off to sleep but don’t stay asleep for long because you feel someone on the other side of the room. You hear the clink of metal and the sheets rustle as the person sneaks into bed with you. You turn over to see Din getting into bed with you silently. 

“Din! What if someone comes in?”

“I won’t stay the whole night… I just couldn’t sleep without you.”

You feel a sense of relief, for you too have grown used to the feeling of him against you every night.

“Okay,” you say softly, settling yourself in the crook of his neck, “Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“The more that you say

The less I know

Wherever you stray

I follow

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans

That's my man”

You wake up early in the morning with Din still at your side. He’s still sleeping so you pull yourself away (even though it’s hard) to watch the sunrise over the mountains and the lake. The sun peeks over the mountaintops cloaking everything in a warm, amber glow. You lean over the railing of the balcony, resting your elbows on it and placing your head in your hands, admiring the stillness of it all. No one telling you where to go, no Valsi dragging you by the arm, no father that doesn’t listen to you. Just you and your lover on a peaceful morning after just spending the night together. You hear Din get up and walk behind you, hooking his hands on your hips. It’s early enough that you don’t care about anyone seeing you together. You’re probably the only ones awake. He slides your sleep shorts down and you stand on your tiptoes for him. You feel the leather of his gloves trail up and your entrance before he pulls away to take them off. You hear the them hit the floor and he replaces his hand, bare this time. His fingers tease your core, playing with you until you whine for him, getting sick of the teasing. You stand on your tiptoes even higher, arching your ass against his groin. 

“Right here, cyar’ika? What if someone sees?”

“No one will… and if someone does, oh well,” you sigh. 

“That’s my girl,” he chuckles before plunging a finger into you. 

You moan at the sensation and arch your back more, desperate for more of his touch. He slips another finger in and works your walls, preparing you for his cock. Before you could cum he pulls them out of you, whining at the empty feeling. But before you could complain anymore you feel his cock push into you slowly. You sigh at the feeling of being full once again. He grips your hips and pulls you into him, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. Your soft and hushed moans surround you as you do your best to keep quiet. With one last slam of his hips you’re coming around him, gripping his cock like a vice. He erupts his load into you, filling you with the familiar feeling of his cum soaking your cunt once again. He pulls out of you and brings you up into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. The cold feeling of his chest plate presses against your back, slick with sweat from this morning’s activities. You stay there for a moment, holding each other and watching the rest of the sunrise. 

“Ni ka'tayli gar darasuum,” he says softly.

“Hmm?” you ask, still feeling blissed out.

“I love you, alor’ika. And I know that’s unfair to you because you’re engaged to someone else but… I can’t help how I feel.”

You turn and face him, gazing up into his visor and shocked that you just got a confession of love from him. But deep down… you feel the same way. And it hurts so bad because you know in a month you’ll be married to someone else.

“I love you, too, Din,” you say. 

He pulls you into him and strokes your back gently. You close your eyes and relax but you’re interrupted when you hear a knock on the door.

“Breakfast is in thirty minutes, miss,” you hear a servant say.

“Kriff, they’re probably going to your room next,” you say, pulling away and looking up at Din. 

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. I can just say I was sleeping before when they bring my food.”

You sigh and nod before going to get ready, changing into another dress. Din hugs you from behind one last time before returning to his room. You leave and walk to the dining room for breakfast to find Valsi and his mom sitting, talking about wedding preparations.

“Well, Valsi,” his mom sighs, “You’re already giving barely enough time to plan this wedding and now you want to move it up?” 

“Mhm. As soon as possible. Next week.”

She sighs again, “Fine, let me go alert the help of my son’s rash behavior.”

She gets up and leaves. You look at Valsi with a confused expression on your face.

“We’re moving up the wedding?”

“Mhm,” he says, rising from his chair and walking over to you. He looks down at you with a truly sinister look in his eye. 

“One of the servants alerted me of your little activity with the Mandalorian this morning. Can’t say I’m surprised. You two can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Your mouth falls open and a pit forms in your stomach. 

He continues speaking and grabs your chin, “So you can mess around with your little Mandalorian play thing for now. But once we’re married, you’re mine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Don’t really want this getting out to the public, do you? Think of your father’s reputation once everyone finds out you’re cheating on another senator’s son with a Mandalorian of all people.”

He releases his grip on your chin. “Alright, go run to him and tell him the news. But later today you’re looking for a wedding dress,” he sighs, returning to his chair. 

You push out your chair and leave the dining room at once, tears forming in your eyes. You don’t stop until you reach Din’s room, knocking on the door and calling for him. You hear the hiss of the modulator through the door; he must’ve been eating. He opens the door and you collapse into him, letting the tears flow.

“What happened, cyar’ika?” he says, rubbing your back.

“Someone found out about us and told Valsi… he moved up the wedding to next week,” you sob. 

You feel him tense up against you. “I’m sorry, cyar’ika. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Take me away from here,” you say softly.

“I… can’t. I’m sorry, cyar’ika. They’re members of the Senate. They’ll have everyone in the galaxy after us.”

You sob even harder, feeling completely hopeless. Not even Din can save you from this. You pull away, just wanting to wallow in your sadness alone.

“I think… I need to be alone.”

“Cyar’ika-”

But you don’t listen. You turn on your heel and walk back to your room, collapsing into bed and letting your tears overtake you. You drift off to sleep but your nap is interrupted by a servant waking you up, telling you it’s time to go pick out your dress. 

You leave with the servant and Din, who says nothing to you. They take you into the city and drop you off at a dress shop with enough credits. They wait for you out front while you make your selections. You couldn’t care less about your wedding dress and what it looks like since the marriage is a sham anyway. You pick the first one you see, pay and leave. You meet Din and the servant outside, ready to be done with being in public so you can go back to your room and wallow in sadness. You return back to the mansion and make a beeline for your room, tossing your dress on the dresser before falling into bed. You cry yourself to sleep and miss dinner, waking up the next morning with puffy eyes and an upset stomach.

The next several days feel monotonous, an endless cycle of pretending to care about wedding preparations and crying in your room. Valsi’s father and your family arrive on Naboo a few days before the wedding. Surprisingly, your parents invite the few friends you had on Savareen before you moved away; the best thing to happen to you in days. You’re happy to see them again but you wish it was under different circumstances. Din still hangs around, checking in on you in your room occasionally but you still hold some animosity for him for not being willing to get you out of here. 

“Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Now this is an open-shut case

Guess I should've known from the look on your face

Every bait and switch was a work of art”

It’s the night before the wedding and you hear a soft knock on your door. You open to see Din and despite your disdain for him you let him in. He sits on the bed gingerly, seeming nervous. You fold your arms, getting ready to speak first. But surprisingly he does.

“I just wanted to see you one last time.”

You sigh. In all honesty you wanted this, too. 

“Me, too,” you admit, sitting down next to him and looking down at your hands. 

He reaches over and palms your thigh. You pull off your dress before laying down on the bed and opening your legs for him. The dim glow on the lamps reflects off his beskar as he moves to your underwear, hooking the fabric with his fingers and pulling it off. He brings his finger to your cunt, teasing you lightly, taking his time with you on your final night together. You whine at his delicate touch, aching for more. He pulls off his gloves and feels just how wet you are for him, wanting to hear you beg for him again. 

“Please, Din. I need you,” you moan. 

On command he slides his finger in, pumping it and out of you slowly. “Anything for you, cyar’ika.”

It’s been days since you last had him and you missed him so much. You writhe under his touch; just from one finger. He marvels at your body, the plush skin of your thighs and how you arch your back in pleasure. Aching for more he pushes another finger in and brings his thumb to your clit. He rubs small, quick circles around it and curls his fingers, pulling an orgasm from you in no time. You soak his hand down to his wrist as your cunt grips his fingers. He waits until you’re done riding out your high before removing them from you and pulling his cock out of his flight suit. He lubricates his length with your release and aligns himself with your entrance, taking your hand one last time as he enters you slowly. You gasp at the sensation of him filling you up completely, burying his cock into you balls deep and grazing your cervix. His hands move to your waist pulling you into him as he thrusts into you. Your moans fill the bedroom and you couldn’t care less about anyone hearing you right now. He looks down at you in complete adoration as you take him. Din feels his cock tense up and his balls tighten. He’s at the brink of orgasm but he wants you to cum with him. He slams his hips into you harder and faster, sending you over the edge. Your cunt flutters around, pulling every last drop of cum from him as he fucks you through your release. He slows and pulls out of you, laying on the bed next to you. You place yourself in the crook of his neck one last time, inhaling his scent and trying to memorize every last detail about him before you never see him again. 

“Yooba solus mesh’la,” he whispers. (You are beautiful)

You sigh against him, never wanting this moment to end. But it’s getting late and you have to wake up early tomorrow. Reluctantly, you pull away from him and he gets up. You lead him to the door and give him one final hug. 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, alor’ika,” he whispers against your hair.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back. 

After one final look at each other he leaves, returning to back his room. You put on your pajamas and crawl into bed, silently crying before you fall asleep. 

You wake up the next morning with puffy eyes and an ache in your heart. Din’s surely gone by now. What reason would he have to stick around for the wedding?

Servants knock on the door and tell you they’re here to help you get ready. You get up to let them in and they begin to work on your hair and makeup. You put on your dress and look in the mirror. You look beautiful but you don’t feel beautiful; getting ready to marry a man you don’t love while you’re full with the seed of another. 

The servants escort you down the stairs and you see your parents. They tell you how beautiful you look and how happy they are for you. You give them a faux smile, trying to fake any ounce of happiness you can muster.

Soon, it’s time for the ceremony and you look out into the garden from the house at all the guests. It has to be a large wedding of course, filled with some of the most important people in the New Republic. You see Valsi at the end of the aisle, looking annoyed like he’s just waiting for this to be over. You walk down the aisle with your father and start to feel sick to your stomach at all of the eyes on you. He hands you off to Valsi who takes your hand, a little too tight. The officiant begins reading the wedding passage and your ears start ringing. You don’t even listen to what he and Valsi are saying, missing your cues to speak several times. You can sense Valsi getting annoyed with you, his brow furrowing at you as you trip up on your vows again. Before you can finish you hear a loud, “Stop!”

You rip your gaze from Valsi to see Din standing in the aisle. He doesn’t even have to continue calling for you. You immediately run towards him and into his arms, ignoring the protests of Valsi and your family and the gasps from the guests. You hear Valsi call for the guards and Din draws his blaster. He places one hand on the small of your back and begins firing once the guards do. 

“Run, cyar’ika! To the docking yard!”

You turn and bolt. You hear Valsi shout, “Don’t let her get away!”

Din follows you, shooting his blaster at anyone chasing after you. Between the adrenaline rush of escaping and being fired at you push yourself harder, desperate to get away. You reach the docking yard and run straight to the Razor Crest. Din opens the exit ramp and ushers you inside, firing his blaster a few more times at the guards before following you inside. He closes the ramp behind him and rushes up the ladder and into the pilot seat, preparing the Crest for takeoff hastily. Not before long you’re taking off, staring at the beautiful planet beneath you but feeling so grateful to be leaving. Once you left the atmosphere Din jumps to lightspeed. He turns to you and grabs your hands. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt, cyar’ika?”

You shake your head no, still panting from the chase and replaying it in your head. 

“How are we going to do this, Din? They’re going to send everyone after us.”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan. We’re going to Nevarro where I have some people who’ve agreed to hide us. But there’s one thing… you have to become my riduur.”

“Your what?”

“My wife; my spouse.”

Without hesitation you tell him yes and he sighs in relief, worried that you didn’t want to escape one marriage by entering a new one. He lets go of your hands and brings them to the edge of his helmet. You immediately throw your hands over your eyes and ask, “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t you want to see the face of the man you’re marrying, cyar’ika?”

“...I can do that?”

“Yes, cyar’ika,” he chuckles but his heart swells at the idea of you agreeing to marry him without seeing his face; at your devotion to him. 

He pulls off the helmet and you hear the hiss of the modulator. You slowly remove your hands from your face and see Din, staring back at you. Brown, curly hair, a little matted from the helmet, a strong, prominent nose, two frown lines perched between his eyebrows, slightly patchy facial hair, and warm brown eyes scanning your face for any sign of approval. He’s beautiful; more beautiful than you ever could’ve imagined.

You crash your lips against his and entangle your hands in his hair, reveling in the feeling of his bare face pressed against yours. You break the kiss and rest your forehead against his. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to thank me, cyar’ika. I’d do anything for you… I love you.”

“I love you, too, Din,” you say, kissing him again. 

He rests his hand on the back of your neck, continuing the kiss until he pulls away to check the coordinates on the control panel. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, watching him in the blue glow from hyperspace. He turns his face towards you again and smiles, the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. That’s your man. 

End note: Wow ok so that's the longest fic I've ever written!!! I would love to hear your thoughts!!! I was pretty nervous about posting something with this large of a scale contained in one fic so I would love to hear what you think 🥺🖤

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[illwynd]

2022 writing meme

Tagged by @pandirpus​. TY!!! :D

Word count for the year: 42,051 posted, significantly more than that written but not all of them were good words so we’ll roll with the posted number. Not the worst, I suppose.

Number of stories posted to Ao3: four new fics, and added chapters to two other WIPs.

Pairings written for: Thorki

Fandoms I wrote for: Thor & Loki fandom 5eva

Most popular story: If we’re not including ongoing WIPs from previous years, then What You Are in the Dark.

Story I’m most proud of: Hmm, despite being one of those ongoing WIPs, I think LMD, since it’s not just one of the longer things I’ve written in a while but also one of the more ambitious in terms of complexity and some interesting narrative and thematic stuff going on. Now that the spookyfic is just about done I’ll be able to get back to wrapping this one up, and with any luck y’all will agree.

Funniest: Illegal. Spur-of-the-moment incest smut with Thor in lingerie, written to taunt antis. It gave me a lol at least.

Kinkiest: I’m pretty sure Thor enjoying getting railed by tentacles wins this fight.

Saddest: Hmm, probably Once Again. Canon separating Thor and Loki forever hurts me. Or if we’re including ongoing WIPs, Turned to Lead. Poor mute Loki.

Least Popular: I guess Battlefield Voices? But it is a tiny random ficlet with kid brodinsons so. *shrug*

Most Cringe-Worthy: i have never done anything cringe in my life.

Favorite Opening Line(s):

Anyone else, maybe, would have been grateful.

Favorite Closing Line(s):

Since I can’t give you the last lines of WYAITD or LMD yet, I guess these had some punch...

Thor kisses him again, and Loki’s tears are cleared enough to see his expression now, so warm.

Thor kisses him, smiles at him, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.

“Whatever it is, it can’t get you anymore.”

Top Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:  

omg I am so bad at thinking of things like this. i just can’t tell which scenes make the best visuals. which makes it even more awesome when someone who can think in art.jpg rather than art.txt answers that question for me, like @hechizero-emplumado did here for LMD :DDDD

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

OK so I’ve at least started writing all of these but they’re not close to posting yet so that counts, right?

Skrull Thor (I am rly looking forward to this one. convoluted but fun.)

Werewolf Loki (probably next year’s spookyfic)

The one where Thor goes to Jotunheim specifically because he’s got a size kink a mile wide and wants to get boned by giants, and Jotun Loki volunteers to be his tour guide, so to speak

The one where Asgard Thor and Loki meet Jotunheim AU Thor and Loki

a bunch more idk. i have so many wips in my folders. so many.

Fic-writing goals for 2023:

i just rly want to write more again. I want to finish some of the backburner stuff and drawer fics and write some stuff I’ve been meaning to write and have new ideas and write some absolute filth and some tear-streaked angst and some silly crack. I want to get back into the swing of things.

Tagging (but no pressure): @gorgeousgalatea, @incredifishface, @pennypaperbrain, @worstloki... anyone else who feels like doing it, you can say I tagged you, too ;)

[lenievi]

I understand that this might not be what others think, but this is where I am now:

humanity evolved, went to space, Spock was born, Spock started Vulcan-Romulan unification

for Spock to be able to do that, The Eugenics wars needed to happen, because the technological progress was important for space travel

now, in the future, some Romulans didn’t like the unification, didn’t like that Kirk stopped the war between the Romulans and the Federation a few times. So time travel they did

nothing too obvious, just blowing up bridges, labs (they might not even be time-travelling Romulans, just current time Romulans who were ordered to go there because a time traveler told the Praetor, or something) [There were no Romulans hindering humanity’s progress in the TOS timeline imho] and hindering the progress

now, Sera, the Romulan, did not like the slow progress. She travelled back in time, to the 1990s, but those times were already changed by other Romulans. 

But the universe wants stuff in order - and those are: the existence of Khan, Eugenics wars, Kirk in charge of the Enterprise at a precise time in history, Spock alive and in a position where he can start Vulcan-Romulan unification (when these don’t exist, Federation and the Romulans enter the war and that isn’t supposed to happen)

in current SNW timeline, there was no Khan born from selective breeding and ruling a part of Earth in the 1990s (and La’an doesn’t exist in the original TOS timeline). Someone stopped that. In 2020s, a boy named Khan exists, who might be genetically engineered as an embryo (and La’an is his descendant).

and the universe will push so that between 2265-70, Kirk is in command of the Enterprise. So Spock stays alive. Whenever something happens to change that, it will be corrected, but it will bring changes. 

snw1 finale was also affected by that. That’s why the old Romulan was missing. That’s why the Romulan fleet was so close. There was an opportunity in that skirmish, and Romulans were right. They could go to war.

TOS happened in the way it happened. It exists, or perhaps it’s a timeline that ceased to exist. We had the privilege to watch it unfold, but it won’t ever happen again, no matter how many prequels we’ll be able to watch. The characters will arrive at the same destination, but the paths might be altered; they will be slightly different people because they went through slightly different experiences.

When Nero and Spock travelled back in time, they already came into a different timeline. Where Khan’s history was different from the one in Space Seed. Nero just changed the course of some characters, but they aligned themselves. They all ended up on the Enterprise, after some pushes.

like idk maybe I’m reaching, but it works really well for me (but I also don’t watch any other Trek shows, only those TOS related. I just like that SNW gave me the ability to see SNW and TOS in this way, and it is a valid reading.

And it could make SNW so much better because they don’t need to line up everything 100% with TOS, just the key factors. I do think one of the showrunners said “storytelling is above canon”  and sure, therefore say that TOS is a different timeline and you can do anything you want. It isn’t that hard. People will then stop arguing and nitpicking, instead of just guessing and having two groups argue.

(kinda funny how my addition to this silly thought post kinda became canon-ish)

(I mean it won’t really change anything in the way I talk about TOS or SNW, but I like the idea. And I might stop nitpicking lol)

[tealenko]

WIP Wednesday

So, @sillyliterature tagged me to do this... a week ago upssss~~~ Well, now is wednesday again ehehehehehe

Promise myself I wouldn't post anything until I finished a chapter of my fic, now that I've done that, I'll catch up with the mentions XDDD

Here's what I have for ch. 8 of Didn't Have the Heart... This is as wip as it gets lol

Just posted ch. 7 btw... Check it out if you want to -> In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

⬇️ // Ch. 8 Just Checking in // WIP ⬇️

Begin with EDI though comms: We'll be entering Quarian space in less than an hour

Garrus goes to talk with Kaidan

Kaidan confirms his worries about Shepard but he tells him it’s okay.

That he knows what’s going on and, it’s not his secret to tell, but that she’ll share it with him when she’s ready

Half of the chapter -> go back in time to the beginning and see Shepard’s side

Talking to Javik

Cinematic cut

The friendship of people around you, and more

You and the human soldier are, joined?

Extend the whole: this is the reason why I’m doing this -> like she isn’t able to talk about her feeling with anyone but she can with Javik. 

I mean is Javik -> he’s not gonna tell anyone if I ask him to keep it to himself

He doesn’t really give a fuck -> so he's not gonna judge it

At the beginning he does judge it a little:

“This are the kind of privileges we should avoid searching in the middle of a war”

“This is the reason why we fight in this war…” “If we forget, avoid, and bury all our feelings under a rock… If we don’t feel, if we don’t fall… If I do not make mistakes and learn from them… Then I’d be a machine… And why should we fight that way if the cost is becoming a machine afterall?”

“So this is what keeps you going? Why you’re fighting…”

“Yes.” “Give me a better reason to fight for.”

“I cannot”

She crosses paths with Garrus at the end

She's: oh hell no and tries to avoid him

He follows her and stops her

He does the noble thing and tells her -> Hey, I know you freaked out last time we talk… idk why… But it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me, I get it… Some things are hard to tell… Even to ourselves. And if you ever change your mind and want to share it, well… I’ll be there to listen.

Uncomfortable silence, followed by a -> thanks.

Add the whole chitchat to distract her -> about meeting next time they go to the citadel (maybe mention a rematch)

She says goodbye with a: I’m going to see Kaidan, I want to give him the specs for our next mission, we’re almost there

And Garrus is like: come on Shep, it’s me… You don’t have to fake. I know why you are really going to see Kaidan.

And she laughs and she’s like: Well yeah, of course I have ulterior motives, but I wasn’t lying. I wanna give him a report for the mission too.

They meet at the end

Shepard goes to see Kaidan

Canon cut -> next time, wake me

At the end-> all very intimate and close

We should get ready, we’ll be entering quarian space in no time

Then I should go fetch my gear and change my clothes

Want some help to get out of them?

Deep laugh -> Maybe later.

Definitely later.

//wish we didn’t have to go… doing a mission is the last thing in my head right now

What’s in your head right now?

I don’t know if I should tell you… It will only make thing worse

Chuckle -> + kiss on the neck

But… Maybe later?

Definitely later.

[littlerosetrove]

Here’s the thing. I understand that 911 is a show about first responders, which means the majority of the focus and screen time will be dedicated to the first responders. I also understand that any other characters that aren’t first responders (re: any of the kids, Karen, small recurring characters like Sue or Josh, etc) just aren’t going to get that much screen time. I really do get it. 

However. IF the people at 911 are so set on pairing off Buck and Eddie with female love interests, particularly as an endgame (whenever that happens. right now we have no idea what Natalia and Marisol will end up being), then I’m gonna need them to step up their game. Again, IF the folks at 911 are truly set on Buddie not becoming canon (yes we’ll have to wait and see, but the season 6 choices have really, uh, dampened my faith about this), then I truly hope they put legit effort into making whoever the endgame love interests are decent and some level of interesting characters. 

Will I care about whoever the endgame LI will be? Probably not because nothing will compare to Buddie for me, and I’m allowed to feel this way. BUT I want to at the very least be able to say, “they actually tried to make each person interesting, and each couple decent.” I really hope to be able to give out a “you tried” sticker because so far? They continue to do a poor job at even trying. 

I think some people forget that Abby was a main character in season one, which is why she was more developed compared to any other person Buck has been with romantically. For Shannon... honestly in some ways we still don’t know all that much about her. We just know the big things like her and Eddie didn’t know how to work as a team, Shannon’s mom got sick, the Diaz parents didn’t seem to like Shannon (even before she left), Shannon abandoned her son for 2+ years with no contact, and before she died she - I believe - was going to leave again. Shannon generally seemed to be a kinda selfish person. 

But anyway.

Can’t say much about Ali because she was in, what, 4 episodes total and 3 of them kinda briefly. The biggest thing was that she couldn’t handle the reality of Buck’s job, so she left. The actress and Oliver had I guess decent chemistry.

Can’t say much about Ana either beyond she’s a teacher, she’s some level of ableist, and uhhh has a family? Like y’all, we didn’t learn anything about her cfgvjhlj. (side note? we were only ever told that Chris loved Ana, but we saw no true evidence of this. we saw zero legit bonding moments between Ana and Chris). The actress and Ryan had zero chemistry. 

Unfortunately TK go a lot of screen time, but it was all to say what we’ve known since her first appearance in episode 2x06. TK is career driven and will do whatever she has to to get ahead. She’s selfish, possess little sympathy or empathy for anyone. Has trauma from her childhood that she clearly never worked through, and uses it as an excuse to exploit other peoples trauma in the name of “sharing the truth” or whatever bullshit. Idk, she’s not a good person. I’ll truly never understand what Buck supposedly saw in her, but whatever. And you guessed it, the actress and Oliver had zero chemistry. Hm, I’m sensing a pattern here...

As of right now we know nothing about Natalia beyond her profession. Well - and she thinks Buck’s death was “so cool,” she got overwhelmed at Buck’s life and ran, but came back because?????? and thinks buying a couch with a guy she’s been on like 4 dates is normal I guess (Buck is weird for this too). And once again the actress and Oliver have zero chemistry, ffs.

Don’t know anything about Marisol beyond liking DIY. The actress and Ryan have no chemistry. No seriously, why are Ryan and Oliver now constantly stuck with acting partners they have no chemistry with???? This makes it even less enjoyable to watch.

Hell, Eva got more development than most of the love interests I just talked about. I actually felt like the show tried with David, too, Michael’s partner (husband now? still fiance??). So I’m just baffled at how Buck and Eddie continue to get the short end of the stick with their love interests. 

tl;dr I wish the writers would just. try with the love interests they give Eddie and Buck, because the evidence so far tells me they don’t. Also, I’m begging them to hire acting partners that have literally any chemistry with Ryan and Oliver. 

[totallyexhausted]

Because I’ve hit a small writer’s block; here is a snippet of Trigun

Trigun sickfic snippet - Wolfwood sick. I’m currently on 28 pages (I know, I need to wrap it up) and have hit a writer’s block for about a day soooooooooooooooo maybe posting something will get me back into it. I have the draft outlined and know where I’m going with it but *shrugs shoulders* (This snippet doesn’t detail anything and I’m not saying where it goes as far as his “sick” timeline). But i love Vash being Vash, and Wolfwood being Wolfwood... who am i kidding, i love all the characters. Especially shaggy hair and emo priest 

Keep in mind, my SFs are kind graphic as far as description, self-reflection, cursing, yada yada but the snippet doesn’t have any depictions of vomit. Also in my version, Wolfwood has scars from his abusive childhood (canon), several from the experiments and other “wounds” because he can heal if he drinks the blue liquid, but most of the scars remain because i love to torture this man. Also, his age is a running joke. :) 

Idk man, lmk if you’re interested. I’m trying lol 

...

...Meryl made a small noise of discomfort, her fingers gripping the back of her seat nervously as she looked between Vash, Wolfwood, and Roberto. She bites her bottom lip, pressing her fingers tighter against the cushioned material, shivering slightly as the cold air pricked her skin. She hums anxiously, “Hm. I really think we should drive on. The town could have a doctor… I think he really needs-”

           “We’ll see how he is when we reach the next town,” Roberto cuts her off gruffly, “See how he is in the next few hours. But I’m not really sure if a doctor would be able to help much. You see those scars? Something tells me our conman here isn’t exactly normal in the human department.”

           Meryl grumbles slightly as she turns back towards Wolfwood cradled protectively against Vash’s chest. She wants to roll her eyes, to tell Roberto he’s wrong, to ignore him like she normally does; she wants to turn around, start the car and plow through the fucking dark desert in order to reach the next town. Because she’s pretty sure Wolfwood’s dying. Or at least, he looks like he’s dying as sweat pales down his face, glistening sharply in the moonlight; his breathing sporadic and uneven, heaved against his chest, through a half-open mouth, and every sound grated past his chapped lips, feels heavy in her ears.

           She bites her bottom lip again, clutching her fingers against the chair. Wolfwood looked so small in Vash’s arms. Childish. Innocent. Wrong. She hadn’t heard him mutter a word, choke out an intimidatingly friendly insult or reach for a crumpled cigarette, since this afternoon. But that had been several hours ago. Several long hours. And she wasn’t really sure the meds they’d managed to get into him would help much... would help the way a doctor could. But despite ignoring almost every other order Roberto had ever given her, she was too afraid to disobey now. She was too afraid he was right. After all, the older man seemed much calmer in this type of situation than she was, than she felt.

Besides, the older man was right; the several scars she could make out lined beneath the top two buttons Roberto had undone in hopes to reduce some of the heat sitting on the gunman’s skin, looked anything but normal. Looked like Wolfwood had gone through something… something a normal person couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Something traumatic. Horrifying. Painful. I grew up in an orphanage… I lost my parents at a young age too. Wolfwood’s words hadn’t meant much to her, but thinking about them now, hearing them echo over their first meeting, sent chills down her spine as she continued to stare. Small dark lines from previous wounds painted against tan sweaty flesh. And that was just from the several she could see, sweating against the moonlight and dim lighting from the cabin’s shitty overhead light… there was no telling how many more he actually had....

.....

I’m hoping to post soon because like ughhhhh 

[evasivaardilosa]

The other thing that I want to talk about is the Invasion mode because it is exactly the gameplay thing I was waiting to see since it will replace the krypt

This rant may be a little more personal

It kinda reminds me of the mkm Krypt, which was recently released. It is also a board game thing, with some squares being fights and others being rewards. It seems like it will also replace towers of time as the main 1p mode?

It looks cool, the scenery is nice, I love references (something the mk11 krypt did very well)

It seems like sometimes you fight generic versions of the characters? Like:

“Hatchling”, “Ice fighter”, there were others too

And having little side stories there is amazing, even if they are not canon (idk if they are, we’ll have to wait and see)

And here is where my worries begin

There will be one story per season. The seasons will certainly start repeating at some point, but even so, to see a certain story you will have to play during a certain time. I hate this. I already know I won’t be able to play from the start because no console. Fortunately I can see the stories on youtube, people will certainly post them, but it’s frustrating that I can’t just play at my own pace

And if the rewards are linked to a season and can only be obtained during it… then bye bye dreams of completing them

(I have no idea if I will ever finish the race against time rewards on mk11 for this exact reason, and a good (maybe the only good) aspect of the random rewards is not having to wait the whole year some towers take to show up again)

We also still don’t know if the rewards are set - each one is always in the same chest in the same place for everyone - or random. But if this mode is the only place to get them then it’s already an improvement from mk11, where there are the towers and the krypt, and some stuff could be on either

We also don’t know if it gives you the characters to play as or if you can choose your own, but it seems it’s possible to get rewards for characters without playing them, which would be such a relief for me…

No thoughts on the rpg-like stats, I’m in for anything that could make it easier for me to play but idk if it’s the case. I’m a little worried about the puzzle thing… it seems test your might is back and I hate it so much, both in mkx and mkm. That level with Kung Lao jumping to avoid powers also seems to be something I wouldn’t be able to do

But in the end, despite everything, it looks more fun than anything we have in mk11 right now. I play the towers out of obligation, but I don’t find them fun. The krypt was fun at the beginning but it becomes a bother after you finish the throne room and there is still krypt stuff missing (and it’s not that fun looking for konsumables there either, forge or no forge). This looks like something that is fun to play for its own sake, and it even gives me a bit of konquest vibes

(It is worth saying I never finished the konquest mode in any of the games it was in)

I hope it is not too hard or has adjustable difficulty levels (very unlikely, considering it has bragging material… they would never let someone who plays on easy be able to brag), because I am bad at games

And I’m looking forward to the stories

[brightert0mb]

Idk if you had already planed to do this but would you make a second part to Those Wings Had Taken You Up So High where they find a way for him to fly again

I'll be honest I had no intention of continuing that story as it would be much farther into the canon, and with the lore that Phil hinted at.

But as it is what the masses want, who am I to refuse.

This takes place many many years in the future and after the hinted Phil lore. It is canon until future lore proves it not.

Warnings for: Implied/Past Character Death, Flying/Heights, Implied Depression, Aggression, Yelling

Edit: No longer Canon to DSMP

Race the Wind

Sequel to Part 1

Platonic!DSMP!Ph1lza x Glare!Reader

You sighed as you entered the old house you had long abandoned. Books and papers littered the floor. Anatomy of birds, notes sticking out of journals. You rubbed a hand against your face. You were older, everyone was, everyone not dead anyway. How many years had it actually been? You lost count around the middle of the Great SMP War as everyone called it now.

Regardless of the passage of time, you were now short two deaths and you had long abandoned the project you has promised your friend so long ago. The brace with half-finished prosthetic feathers lay on the table. You ghosted a hand over it. You'd almost perfected it when the war came busting everyone’s doors down.

You remembered the day you had shown Phil all your research and notes. It had taken at least four to five years to gather it all but the look on his face had been worth it. You knew he had been tempering his expectations until that point, unsure whether to support you or not. But seeing that initial sketch of the brace, hearing you explain it, you'd seen the change in him, the tears of hope and happiness he had tried to hide.

It was all for nothing now. You yanked your hand away from the unfinished mechanical limb. You contemplated why you even came and you rubbed your eyes, leaning on the table before you heard the door creak.

“This is a surprise.” A low gruff voice said. You looked back, greeted by the sad, hollow, memory of the Piglin who had once taken you in. “I... I'm sorry. I just-” “I know.” He walked up next to you, starting at the brace. “I miss him too.” The empty tone nearly made you crack. You inhaled deeply, looking to the side as you held back tears and a sob.

“The... Ahem- The islands are coming along well. Did you-” “No. I can't. I can't see him like that. It's not him.” You nodded, finally taking notice of the large backpack he held by the top strap at his side. “You’re leaving?” You looked up at him, almost feeling betrayed. “Tommy, Tubbo, Boo, and Micheal are coming too. I wanted to invite you too.” “Niki and Wilbur?” “Wilbur’s insane and you know it. As for Niki. I couldn't find her. Didn't find any note. There's no signal about her dying. I can only guess she left too.”

You looked down at the decaying wood floor. Did you want to leave? This was the only place you had ever known. You hadn't known many others but, everything you had, had been here. You grew up on these snowy grounds, walked the craters that were once paths and streets, watch life grow and die. Watch. That was the word that defined you, wasn't it? You were only ever able to watch. Watch people tear each other apart, watch the explosions and withers, watch others grow mad, forget themselves, die on the inside with the decay of everything, watch your friends die and betray.

“I want to see him first. One last time.” Techno held his breath before nodding. “We’ll... meet you at the nether roof.” You took your turn nodding before the Piglin turned and left. The cold air blew in through the still-open door. You didn't feel it.

You weren't sure when you left the decrepit cabin, when you traveled through the nether, or when you had arrived at the remains of the SMP. You looked up, seeing the floating piles of dirt connected by vines. “PHIL!” You shouted seeing a small dot jump from one of the floating masses. A gust of air hit you like a wall, causing you to fall on your back and squint your eyes.

“You know it's Phantomza now, right?” The greyed, semi-transparent figure loomed over you. Branchlike antlers tore through the bucket hat which now sported a veil covering the blank face of your past friend. You helped yourself up. “Habit.” You dusted yourself off, looking at the floating islands again. “They're coming along well.” He flowed your gaze, smiling lightly. “Yes, they are... Do you think she'll like them?” He turned to you, still serene despite the happy tone. “She’ll love them.” You patted his arm.

The both of you stood there in silence, taking in the sight before you looked down in guilt. “I'm leaving.” He turned to you, calm but a little shocked. “Me, Techno, Tommy, Boo, and his family.” He started before looking back up at his creation. “That’s sad.” He doesn't sound sad. “I hoped they would at least say goodbye.” Does he actually want anything? “I can't go until the islands are done.” Why does he only care about building? “It would make me happy t-” “YOU DON’T FEEL ANYTHING!” You yelled, catching the ghost off guard.

“You never feel anything! You're just apathetic! You've never felt happy to see me, sad Techno never visited you, worried about Niki or Boo! Nothing! Phil felt! He was happy! Hopeful! And then you took him! At least have the common decency to stop acting like you two are the same!” Tears streamed down your face as you screamed bloody murder at the white-winged ghost in front of you. Sobs were the only sound besides the whistling wind. “Phil had wants. Dreams. He wanted to see his friends safe and happy. Dreamed about seeing his wife again. He only ever hoped to fly again. And now you just parade around acting like him, when you're barely a parody. All you ever do is build your stupid islands! You use what was supposed to be his wings to do what he always wanted. You act so carefreely about it I wonder if you got anything from him.”

You sobbed again, turning away from the ghost as you sat on the ledge, crying into your knees. You heard movement next to you before a cold hand was placed on your head. “I remember a lot from him. I remember a lot of conversations with Techno, baking cookies with Niki, being introduced to Micheal, Wilbur introducing me to Fundy after he was born, Will after he was born, meeting Kristen. But things I remember most clearly are the times he was most content or happy. The best one I like to remember is your promise during tea and you showing him that sketch of the brace.” That had you freezing up. “He was so worried about you. Worried you'd waste away or end up like Will. But then you showed him that sketch. Everything seemed to fall into place for him... And then the war happened. And I see you and Techno again, crying as he looks at the sky and talks to you. It hurt like hell, but he was happy. Sad too, but happy. Happy Techno could see the world, happy he could see Kristen again, and happy you could live your life. Maybe travel without working yourself dead over him.” You bit your lip as you felt him crouch down and hug you from the side. “He’s sorry he never got to see the brace. And never got to take you flying.”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You hiccuped before wailing. You held onto the phantom as you rubbed your back, holding you like a father comforting his child. If your tears burned, he said nothing. You weren't sure how long you cried for but by the time you were done, you were spent. Phantomza wiped your remaining tears with his sleeve before picking you up.

“I'm going to live how I think he would have wanted to, and do everything he couldn't.” You felt the wind streak past as he took off with you still in his arms. You held tight onto his shirt, closing your eyes so they wouldn't burn in the billowing winds. But when you felt the wind slow and Phantomza level out, you peaked an eye open. You looked around soon catching the setting sun on the horizon.

It was breathtaking, though that could have been the altitude. Almost like a painting. “I'm sorry, I'm not him. But I'm trying to live how I think he would have. Knowing his friends are strong and can care for themselves, not wanting to bother others too much, and building beautiful things. I fly so much because maybe, just maybe, if he can feel or see it too, I want to that much at least.” You felt yourself yawn, watching the sunset as your postmortem friend gave you the best he could.

“He was always happy when you were happy.”

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The vague ending was on purpose, you decide whether you stayed with Phantomza or left with Techno in the end.

Also, I'm sorry if this was sadder than you expected. My dog died so I may have been projecting just a bit.

As for the specifics of how Phil died, I had an idea but I kept it vague to not make it too long and to leave it up to the reader as well.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[loveyourownsmiilee]

So, what do you think of the article from this week?

I love buddie and I really think they have a shot of becoming canon, but the article made me worry a bit. I just think that it would be such a waste if they didn’t become canon since they’ve shown time and time again how no other love interest for either of them measures up to Buck and Eddies relationship. What do you think?

I think I still stand by what I’ve always thought which is that I don’t trust these writers at all during interviews. There’s been many instances where they’ve given interviews and said one thing, then gone back completely on their words. She’s not the one who has the final say in any decision and is just one of many writers for the show. We are blessed to have other wonderful writers who are possibly writing buddie as a love story. So I’m trusting that story that is being told in front of our eyes. Because there is no way a show would put in so much time and energy into developing their storylines and relationship for it to be platonic imo. The show isn’t over yet and Tim himself said he doesn’t wanna define it yet because the show isn’t over and there’s still time to see where he wants to take them. Again I don’t trust what they say bc they’re writers and can’t just give away massive storylines like that in interviews! Even if it’s in the works currently for this season, this would be a hugely kept secret so even she wouldn’t be able to give it away. So it would make sense to deflect and hold ground on what she believes so that it can’t give us even a small ounce of what’s to come. Not saying this was the case but I think they’re gonna wanna keep this tightly kept until it happens and we see it happening.

With that being said, I’ve always been very vocal about how the writers have dug themselves in a corner with Buddie. They gotta give at one point and decide firmly what they plan on doing. Because we’ve seen that no other love interest will ever compare to what they have with each other. And even Kristin confirmed they’re a family together, so possibly brining in new love interests will just set them up for failure as well. I also cannot imagine them actually giving Eddie a sexuality storyline and then proceeding to not make him end up with Buck. It makes absolutely no sense because who better to fall in love for than the person who’s had your back since day 1? The person who loves your son like their own and would willingly put their life on the line for both you and your son? The person who you’ve essentially made this beautiful family with? They think they can just bring in a new man and have Eddie “fall in love” with him? Absolutely not that isn’t how Eddie works. So these writers really don’t have a lotta choices. And if they freakin decide to keep them both single forever then I truly think it’s such a waste of all their potential. This show has a potential to show this beautiful love story between two men who are seen as “masculine men”. We have seen healthy friendships between two men done over and over again. Why can’t we watch a beautiful love story about two guys who are so emotionally codependent amongst other things, who are raising a child together, who are attached at the hip all the time, fall in love??? Idk, what I am gonna say is that even though the article initially frustrated me, I’m still not worried about buddie. I have been very firm in my belief it’s gonna go canon bc there’s too much there for it not to. As long as both of them are alive and breathing, there’s always gonna be a chance for them to get together. I’m really hopeful by the end of this season, beginning of next we’ll get some concrete confirmation on whether or not they’re taking buddie there. Hope this helps!

[elenamiria]

Darth Maul x Reader - Kinktober Day 15

Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex | Impact Play | Knife Play | Deep-Throating 

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings: Reader is an of age Padawan, fem!reader, Deep-throating, Hate-Fucking - Rough sex, degradation, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, creampie, Maul comms reader’s master without consent while they doin it, mild humiliation, Maul is a smug asshole,  (technically canon divergent because maul has his pp but robo legs idk i didn’t think it through 👀 I just wanted the d ok)

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You had no idea how to had come to this. You hated the man who had his cock buried deep in your throat, yet you couldn’t deny how absolutely drenched your folds were from the harsh treatment. What had started out as fighting had somehow turned into passionate kissing only broken up when one of you pulled apart to spit an insult at the other.

The next thing you knew you were on your knees before the Zabrak eagerly sucking his ridged cock into your mouth. His hand had found it’s way to the back of your head tugging you forward until your nose was pressed against his abdomen and his cock was deep in your throat while you gagged on him. As you bobbed your head quickly his moans filled the air, you heard his breathing hitch whenever you opened your throat to him and allowed yourself to take in his whole length. His silky voice cooed mockingly down at you with insults disguised as praises, “Look at you taking my cock so well, your master would be so proud of you.”

When he pulled you off of his cock and you gasped for air his cool chuckle met your ears as he stroked the side of your face, “Oh my little Jedi slut, taking my cock so deep on your first try. You must have had lots of practice.”

You sneered up at him, his insults not bothering you a bit, as you retaliated, “Well, your cock isn’t that impressive. So it wasn’t much of a challenge.”

Maul’s face contorted in rage as he hauled you to your feet snarling out, “We’ll see how you feel about my cock once I fuck you stupid. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you the next time I see you whether or not you find me impressive.”

You laughed in his face at that, “I’m not going to fuck you, I despise you.”

Maul tugged you into another fiery kiss, your teeth clashing as you both fought for dominance. He gained the upper hand as unnoticed his hand slipped past your waistband to rub at your wet folds and he pulled away with a deep laugh.

“Oh little one, if you despise me so much then why is your cunt so soaked for me?”

You had no response as your face heated in embarrassment and as his fingers delved into your pussy a moan slipped past your lips. You clenched around his fingers as you whimpered, his digits pumping in and out of your body in just the right way. He cooed mockingly, eyes blazing as his thumb shifted to press at your clit, you clung to him for support as you cried out. Your cunt was dripping and your body heated desperate for more and as his fingers brushed something inside you that had your walls fluttering around him you cried out, “More! Please, I need more!”

“You’ll have to be more specific, little Jedi. What do you need?” Maul ground out as he slipped another finger into your tight cunt. You moaned and gasped at the sensation but he was simply teasing you, getting you to break and to beg for him like he had promised you would. Your face burned with shame as you whispered out, “Your cock, I want you to fuck me.”

Maul let a satisfied hiss out as he removed his hand and held his fingers up to your mouth with an order of, “Suck them clean, slut.”

You bit your lip as he stared expectantly and slowly your lips parted allowing him to slide his fingers into your mouth. You licked and sucked on them until Maul deemed them clean and pulled them from your mouth. He stared at you for a moment before he pushed on your shoulder and you sunk to your knees again, slipping his cock into your mouth and sucking lightly.

Maul took control of the situation and fucked your face roughly, sliding himself into your throat again until you choked then pulling back allowing you air again. Once you had coated his cock in your spit he pulled you up again, yanking your pants down your legs and ordering you to strip out of them. You obeyed, at this point yearning to cum, and when you stood up straight again Maul startled you by picking you up and slamming you onto his cock. 

You yelped as he filled you, hitting deep inside you and stretching your cunt open. He arms wrapped under your knees as he lifted you easily - his strength you were sure was bolstered through the force and his metal legs could withstand more weight than you could ever possibly hold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hips started a harsh pace slamming into you over and over. Your body was helpless to his movements, your soaking cunt leaking all over him, and as his hips rammed into yours you couldn’t hide the whimpers that flew from your mouth whenever your clit brushed against his base. 

Maul groaned as his cock was sheathed in your little cunt and your walls gripped him tightly, his ridges elevated your pleasure and you were quickly clenching around him in orgasm. Maul growled and his teeth sunk into your soft neck, marking you as he moved to lower both of you to the ground. You walls were still fluttering in pleasure as he lifted your legs to his shoulder and started a feral pace that had you screaming out in pleasure. Maul’s hand that wasn't holding your legs to him rose to grope at your tits, squeezing and groping before his hand rose to grasp your throat. Your glazed eyes sharpened as he lightly grabbed you, your pussy fluttering around him causing a deep chuckle to rumble out.

“Do you like that little one?” He questioned, smirk plastered on his face as he continued to slam into you. Having come to your senses slightly at the danger of him grasping your throat you hissed at him before spitting out, “Don’t call me that!!”

Maul’s smirk twisted into something more sinister, a triumphant gleam entering his eyes, “Why? Is that what your master calls you? How disappointed do you think he’d be in you if he could see you like this. His ‘little one’ cumming on my cock, a desperate little slut for me.”

As he spoke his grip on your throat tightened and his other hand abandoned your legs to pinch furiously at you clit. You thrashed against him as you tried to fight off your impending orgasm but when his hand tightened around your throat finally cutting off your air supply your body spasmed before clenching down hard on his cock as you came again. Your ears were ringing as your whole body tensed and your vision went blurry. As Maul’s gripped loosed once again you became aware of the scream ripping itself from you that was echoing around the empty room as you gushed around his length.

 You whimpered as you came down slightly, walls fluttering weakly around the ridged length that was still sliding in and out of your spent pussy. Maul growled, moving your legs so they were on either side of him as he hauled you up onto his lap. As he bounced you on his cock his mouth trailed to your neck again biting hard enough that you knew there would be another mark.

“Are you going to tell him who made those marks? Who fucked you so thoroughly you won’t be able to walk straight for days afterwards? Or should I tell him?”

With his words he grabbed your arm that had your comm link and pressed the button. You cried out in alarm but as the comm button lit up green you silenced yourself.

Maul’s pace turned brutal trying to get you to make a noise and you bit your lip harshly as he brushed against your g-spot. He felt the flinch and angled himself so he pounded away at the little spot and you couldn’t contain the wild moan that left your mouth. There was nothing for a moment and then a concerned voice filled the air, “Little one, are you alright?”

Your face heated in shame as a cruel sneer lit up Maul’s face, you shook your head desperately but when he pinched your clit you buried your face in his neck to keep your noises muffled.

“Oh she’s doing just fine, Kenobi.”

You stiffened against him though your body still trembled at his touch and shame coursed through you at your master’s concerned voice, “Where is she? What have you done with her? Maul I swear-”

“Don’t worry Kenobi, I haven’t done anything to your precious little Padawan that she didn’t enjoy. And now, you’re going to listen as I fuck her to another orgasm and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

You glared at Maul but his hand snapped to your neck again as he fucked you harshly. His hand once again rubbing expertly at your clit.

Your mouth fell open, he had spent the last two orgasms studying exactly what brought you the most pleasure and made sure he was hitting every single one of those buttons.

Your eyes were locked with his golden ones and the pleasure blurred your brain into forgetting your situation. The sound of your ass slapping his metal thighs was filling the air and soon your whimpers mixed with them, you were vaguely aware of Obi-Wan calling your name but your addled brain converted that into you moaning out your Master’s name in pleasure.

Maul growled at this and a firm slap to your ass brought you back to reality as Maul slammed into you one last time as he came spurts of his hot cum filling you. You gasped at the feeling and his hand had slid back to your clit pinching and pushing you over the edge as you moaned out “Stars, Maul”  loudly. Your body spasmed hard as you came for a third time and Maul bit into your neck once again leaving you to yelp. 

There was silence. Then a crackling of static filled the air followed by, “I have your location. I’m on my way.”

Involuntarily your cunt clenched at your Master’s voice and you whimpered out, “Obi”

Your brain was so hazy you could barely precess anything, Maul looked about as wrecked as you felt. His bare chest heaving and he lazily reached over to turn the comm link off again.  You pulled back slightly to stare at him as you warily spoke, “Are you going to kill me?”

Maul stared at you before looking away, eyes narrowing, “No. though don’t think you’ll be this lucky the next time I see you.”

You shakily stood wincing as Maul’s cock fell from your body. You hastily retrieved your clothes and put them back on, face heating as you felt Maul’s cum starting to leak from your body. You turned to say something to the Sith but he had already disappeared. You sighed running your hands over your face. How the fuck were you supposed to explain this to Obi-Wan.

Though you were embarrassed, mortified even, that he found out some small part of you couldn’t regret what had just happened. You turned  quickly when you felt eyes blazing into your back but Maul wasn’t there, there was only the echo of a voice whispering in your ear, “Until next time, little one.”

Read Part 2 Here

[epicspheal]

SPHEAL YOU SEEING THIS????

So, I was getting back into my SWSH hyperfixtation today and went to the official website to get inspo for some art stuff. And I see sonia’s new outfit for masters EX. And it made me wonder, does this indicate that tsareena was a part of her Pokémon team?

Idk ; i know there is little to no chance we’ll ever canonically see her entire team unless it’s mentioned in the anime or the manga but it still makes me wonder. Why would they maker a rival to Leon when she has no clear team in the story? Did something happen? Or is it just a plot hole? Anyway, it’s fun to toy around with the idea. her new outfit looks great tho and well designed. :000

Hi there @kitsuna21! Yes, I did see that, and I did a little cheer. Sonia looks so great in that outfit, and it's great that she has an alt alongside Nessa, Leon, and Raihan (now we need Piers to get one). To answer your question about whether or not this means she had a Tsareena (and a shiny one at that), I'd say it's very likely. Pokemon Masters is an interesting blend of canon and non-canon. Things that happen on the island itself, such as the PML league and the new villain arc, aren't canon to the main series. However, the trainer details have actually been confirmed to be canon. So Raihan, in his anniversary alt talking about how he met his Flygon, is a canon detail, as is Blue talking about how he's known as the Phantom Champion. Then, of course, there are the Pokemon choices for the trainers in the sync pairs. That's a bit of the grey area too. Obviously, Pokemon that are shown in-game (or the anime like Cynthia's Kommo-o) case are canon. But some of the alts/sygna suits are in a grey area. A lot of the legendary alts are non-canon (and I have some gripes with the legendary alts, but that's for another post), but some are (like N's being a reference to him having either Reshiram or Zekrom, depending on the version of the gen 5 games you play, to May being able to meet a Latias in ORAS canonically). With all of Sonia's team being unknown except for Yamper and the fact that Tsareena is not super rare/legendary, I'd say it's highly likely that she canonically has one. It'd be nice if we get to see her show off one in the Pokespe manga since things are starting to heat up there To answer your question about why they made Sonia Leon's rival, it's about making narrative parallels between the young adults (Nessa, Sonia, Leon, and Raihan) and the kids (Victor/Gloria, Hop, Bede, and Marnie). Sonia, like Hop, ends up leaving Pokemon training to do research while Leon and Victor/Gloria become champions. Many people in the Pokemon world have retired from training and thus don't show their full teams. One of the best examples of that is Professor Oak, who was Agatha's rival back in the day (and in some adaptations is confirmed to be a league champion), yet we've never seen his team outside of a Nidorino. He's not interested in battling like that anymore, so he doesn't feel the need to show off his time. I feel Sonia is the same way. I don't think anything bad happened to her team; she just doesn't feel the need to show off her entire team. Now, of course, I would love for us to see more of her team because in the manga, at least it's confirmed Leon has never beaten her in battle, so I'd love to see her team composition. Not to mention there are a bunch of G-max Pokemon that haven't gotten a debut under a trainer, and I feel like she would likely have one G-max-capable Pokemon on her team. And I just want to see more researchers (and female researchers at that) show their battling chops.

[lunaekalenda]

Omg can I request a scenario with Levi in season 4? So you know how he's supposed to keep watch over Zeke in the forest? One of the Yeagerists finds out their location and lies to Levi that his wife is giving birth so Levi rushes back to town and leaves the other soldiers in charge of keeping an eye on Zeke. And by the time Levi meets up with his wife, she's very confused as to why he came in such a rush. I've read the manga so I also want to add onto what happens next but idk if you write manga spoilers so 😭 anywho the explosion doesn't end up happening tho! :D

ofccc!!! i hope you like it!! <3 sorry if i wrote to much fluff it just came :’) i took some manga spoilers so read under your own risk under the spoiler line!!

a/n: i didn't took the canon manga words or events!

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❁ levi x female!reader

❁ some bad talking against zeke :’), pregnancy and death.

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Zeke opened another wine bottle and drank, being cautious with the book he has been reading. Levi looks at him, his face totally unexpressive but his eyes look at Zeke with disgust. They have been days in that place, sleeping in tents, near the Forest of Giant Trees. He’s in charge of Zeke, with some of his closest soldiers, who are now drinking some wine in reward for their hard work, even when Levi told them to have some water instead.

“Come on, Captain. We also want to have fun...”

He couldn’t stop his soldiers, they deserved it. He looks to the campfire in font of him, the flames reflected in his grey eyes. He thought about his family, the one he’s about to have. You’re pregnant with his baby, the baby you two wanted for a long time. Armin told him he estimates less than a week for you to give birth.

And he’s trapped in this forest with a fucking bastard. He looks at Zeke. He seems strangely calm, as he wasn’t being watched by humanity’s most strong soldier ever. The one that cut his arms and legs more than once, and was about to kill him at least another two. But he didn’t learn about it, and keeps trying to get killed.

“Levi, you look too serious. Do you want some wine?”

“Drink it yourself and hopefully you’ll choke to death.”

“That’s not very sweet for a married man, Ackerman.” Levi raises an eyebrow, taking his blade out and cleaning it slowly. Zeke looked at the blade, shimmering in the light. He took his eyes to the book once again. Some fast steps were heard. Levi took out his blades and, with a look to his soldiers, they all stood in their positions. A little girl, with the Corps jacket, searched the Captain with her eyes. He looked at her.

“Captain Ackerman, I have news from the District!”

He looked at his soldiers, one of them behind her, in case she tried to hurt the Captain. Levi’s gaze told them to be alert around her. Zeke looked at the girl from behind his book.

“Talk, then.”

“It’s your wife... She’s having complications with the birth. She’s about to have the child, but the possibilities of them both surviving are minimum.”

Levi’s eyes reflected true terror while he was listening to her. He looked back to the bearded man. He keeps reading, while drinking. He looks then to his loyal subordinate.

“You should go, Captain. We’ll have an eye on this man.”

Levi nods. He looks at the girl closely, analyzing her. He talks before taking his horse.

“Keep one eye in this girl too. She seems like a liar.” Right after that, he rode his horse, going as fast as he could. During all the way, he though how you were. How the baby is. If you two are okay. If he's late to save one of you. 

He obligated himself to fix his attention on the way and keeps going, He arrived to the city at almost night. He searched his home, the one the army gave him after getting married, to avoid the Captain and his wife living with them. He opened the door with his hands shaking, and almost run to the living room. He smelled rice. Then, the sound of a knife. He also took out his blades. You both encountered in the corner of the kitchen, your hand holding tightly the knife and his holding the blades. Both of you looked at each other with surprise, before you let go the knife and run towards him. His hands found your waist.

“Levi...” you whisper. You have missed him a lot all this time. He hugged you, his eyes full of tears. He’s trying to relax his breath, but you notice. “Why did you come so fast? Weren’t you watching Zeke?” 

He nods, his hand caressing quietly your belly. 

“It’s the baby okay?” you nod, confused. “And you?”

“Of course, I’m fine. Why?” he sighs before hugging you again. His head buried on you hair, your belly against his worked abdominal. 

“I thought I was late to save you. I thought I lost you and our baby.”

“No, no. Armin came half an hour ago. He told me I’m really healthy and the baby is in a good position to give birth to. We’re both totally fine, but we were missing you.” You pout. His lips found your neck. 

“I also missed you.” His hands cover your belly, and he receives a little kick. You laugh,

“It has been kicking for a while now. It’s the Ackerman gene.” Levi lets out a little laugh. He also knows he has to go back to the camp, to keep watching over Zeke and interrogate the girl who is she and for who does she work. But his soldiers are there, just a minute more. He gets on his knees, near to your baby bump. His hands keep being warm against your covered skin.

“Daddy missed you a lot this days, hm? But we’ll be all together really fast, baby. Don’t make mommy feel bad, yes?”

“I can’t see you as the strongest and fiercer soldier alive if you talk to my belly like that.” He lets out a little laugh, but his brain made “click”. That girl was a Yeagerist. For sure. This was all a trick to make Levi come here and leave his post.

“You have to leave this house. Fast. And don’t go out for a while. They have an eye on you.”

“Were I’m I supposed to sleep then?” You ask, lost and confused. He takes a couple clothes from your wardrobe and put a brown cape on you, covering your head and your bump. “Should I stay with my parents?” you ask. He shakes his head while he keeps searching things you might need. Also, some baby’s clothes, because he’s sure you’re about to give birth.

“No, that’s too obvious.” Levi’s brain was working faster than ever. You need to be in a comfort place, so sleeping in the barricade it’s out. Then, you should be with someone who knows how to help you giving birth. A place where a pregnant woman won’t be found and hurt.

“Historia.” he whispers. “Can you walk fast?”

“Of course.” he took your hand and guided you. You talked to Historia a couple times. You know she’s also pregnant, and protected by some guards. He guides you fast. When you’re in a campsite house, near the town but kinda hidden, he knocks. 

“Were you talking about Queen Historia?” you ask in a whisper. He nods. A soldier opens, without recognizing Levi. His head totally covered by his cape.

“Sorry, this is restricted area. It’s an orphanage...”

“We know that.” Levi takes his cape out of his head. The soldier stands straight and puts his hand in his heart as a salute. You two do the same.

“Tell Historia she’s my wife. They have been rounding around our house, so I hope the Queen can give a favor back and let my wife sleep here until we’re safe.”

The soldier ran up the stairs, to talk to the Queen. He came back faster.”

“The Queen accepts. She’ll be in the best care and, if she gives birth, she’ll be in the hands of the real matrons. Don’t wprry about her, Captain Levi.” He nods before looking at you again. The soldier lefts to give you privacy.

“Be careful. Talk to them if you feel bad or if you need something. And, please, don’t make efforts. The baby it’s near and...”

“Got it, Levi. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You should be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt, or worst...”

“I’ll be okay.” he answers. “Just looking to a barbed man. I’ll be back faster than you think.” He takes you again between his arms. You bury your head on his chest, hugging him stronger. 

“I don’t want you to go.” you say in a whisper. He pats your head before giving you a kiss.

“I’ll be right back.” he says. You enter the orphanage with his little smile promising you you’ll be together soon.

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Then, he runs back to the camp. Things seem quiet there. Levi hears his soldier’s voices, followed by a scream.

And then the click of a thunder.

All the soldiers he had there were now titans. From different sizes and type, but they had the face of his comrades. And a blonde-haired bastard was running in front.

“This fucking bastard...”

He was surrounded by his now-titans comrades. He had no exit, just killing them. When will this nightmare end? He saw his friends getting killed, he killed friends. He's tired of this macabre game.

“I’m sorry, guys. I’m so sorry...” he thought, before starting to move his blades against his friends’ necks. He saw his faces, his families, every time their blood got into his uniform.

His teary eyes weren’t an obstacle when he kept fighting. He saw Zeke, in the hands of a titan, covered by other two. He killed the first one silently.

Zeke searched him, founding nothing, looking surprised.

He killed the next one. There was just the one carrying Zeke left

“You thought I was not going to be able to kill my comrades? That’s dirty play.” Zeke looked at the man with fear in his eyes before turning into the beast titan. Levi smirked.

“Pathetic.” Zeke says. Levi's blades are covered in blood. "I'm going to kill you."

Zeke took the head of the titan carrying him. He looked around for Levi. A near movement caught his attention, making him throw a smashed titan head to a branch. Levi cut branches to distract Zeke, right before covering his neck with thunder spears.

"Did you think that converting my subordinates into titans will stop me? that i wouldn't kill them? You don't know how many comrades I killed."

Zeke's neck exploded, making is titan fall. Levi went back to the flor and searched Zeke between all that blood and flesh. He was charred.

"I'm not going to kill you... yet."

Levi took Zeke by the head and dragged him.

"I'm so sick of you, barbed bastard."

[ackermanslov4r]

request :hi! how are you? i love your works and your writing <33

i wanted to request a levi x reader oneshot (canon setting please) where they bond over late night tea sessions, wether because of nightmares or idk work to get done... you can decide if they’re already in an estabilished relationship or not!

thank you, don’t feel pressured to write it if you don’t feel like it <3

thank you! i really like this idea thanks <3

also I talk about coffee in this and idk if they have coffee in the canon universe ?? but let’s act like they do

« Here’s your tea. »

Your eyes still on the paper you were working on ,you grabbed the cup of tea that Levi was landing you while he sat next to you,his leg touching yours. Being this close to someone will have normally disgust him,but with you ,it was okay,and a part of him thought that actually,it wasn’t close enough.

« This paper is absolute nonsense,I don’t understand any of it. »

Levi took a sip of his tea before bending over your shoulder to get a sight of it. His eyes flew on the page for a few seconds,and a crease appeared between his brows. He scratched his forehead with his hand,looked at the clock on the wall and then looked back at the paper.

« You know maybe it’s too late to work.We’ll see that tomorrow. »

You nodded and put the paper aside. It was already midnight,and the two of you will have a very full day tomorrow. Still,none of you will probably sleep tonight,kept awake by the other’s presence and the fear of nightmares.

These little tea sessions you had together almost every night had became your routine since you started dating. Levi was making tea,and then you spent the night working,or just talking about your days,thoughts. Sometimes,when he came back from an expedition,you just remained silent ,enjoying each other’s presence. These moment were when you really felt in peace,far from the war,the fighting and far from death.

And it was also the only moment Levi could relax. With you,a cup of tea and sometimes a good book by his side,the pressure on his shoulders lowered and his brain could disconnect from his responsibilities. This was mostly why these tea sessions lasted so long,sometimes until dawn,but it was also because you two feared to sleep,and feared what,who,you could be confronted to while sleeping. These moment together were your escape from reality,a safe place,something you wish could last longer.

« Is this a new type of tea ? » you asked,your cup near your nose to smell it

« Yeah. I bought it last week. » replied Levi with a nod. « Do you like it ? »

« Yes,it taste really good. But ,you know,next time we should try coffee. »

Levi took a disgust expression,and let out a « Tch. ».

« Why would we do that ? Tea is perfect.And we’ll have even more trouble to sleep with coffee . »

Even if he never tasted it,Levi hated coffee. He hated the smell of it,how it looked like,even how it was made. Was it because of the few people saying it was better than tea ? You didn’t know,and since it was one of the subject he easily got mad on,you didn’t want to ask.

« Hm yeah,okay right. But you won’t alway be able to escape it Levi. One day,I’ll force you to drink coffee. And you’ll like it. »

Levi looked at you,one of his brow raised,and you let out a giggle. He felt warmth take place on his body,and he surprised himself by thinking about how your laugh was the best sound he ever heard. Even after all these years,his love for you still managed to surprise him.

« Okay ,maybe I won’t force you to drink it and I’ll wait for you to be ready. »

« Much better. »

You smiled while getting closer to him,your head now resting on his shoulder,and you’d swear that there was a smile on his face.

The night went on,and maybe,after a few hours,you’ll end up sleeping,finally letting your body rest,comforted by the other’s presence, because who could have nightmares while beings wrapped into such loving arms ?

[mmvalentine]

feysand prompt (+ smut request!)

(either modern au or canon)

feysand experiment with blindfolds/handcuffs/teasing BUT they have a long conversation about it first and establish that both of them are actually okay with it

when they do it (idk if this would make sense) feyre starts on top but then afterwards rhys takes control so they both get to try being dom/sub

Oof okay there's a lot in there and this has become very very long without me even getting through everything I have to say!! I know this is not the approach you had in mind but it's what came out in the end... also I have stolen a line from Suicide Squad.

Lessons

It is the first anniversary of their mating and after a year, Feyre sometimes thinks the frenzy of the new bond is finally abating.

Rhys will smile and laugh as Cassian jostles her shoulder at dinner, will twinkle his eyes at Mor when she smooths a stray hair back from Feyre’s face.

Other times, it’s in full force. Rhys waits until they are back in the privacy of their own room, and then he glazes over with lust and confesses his every envy into Feyre’s skin as he pounds her into the mattress (the floor, the wall, the bathtub).

Either way, a year is worth celebrating, and Feyre walks by Rhys’s favourite lingerie shop on her way home. The shop clerks know what day it is, and are already a-titter. Feyre blushes and says she wants something special, even though she knows Rhys has gone through this store several times over. She picks out something in the shade of red that he likes, but when she collects the bag it is heavier than she expects. The clerk winks at her. Something special, they whisper. When Feyre gets home, she tips the bag out on the bed and a pair of leather and brass handcuffs fall out.

Rhys walks through the bedroom door before she can register her surprise, and he stops at the sight of them. One eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitch upward, and Feyre says, "They were a gift from the shop."

Rhys comes up behind Feyre and slides his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on the back of her shoulder as he surveys the contents of her bag. Over the course of the year, Rhys has delighted in discovering the ways he can turn Feyre on. One of the very lovely things about her is that she gets so pliant in his hands. Today, he has a different idea for her.

"How would you like to be in charge today, Feyre darling?" Rhys purrs against her neck.

"In... charge?" Feyre asks.

"Yes," Rhys says. He kisses his way up to the nape of her neck. "I think you could do it."

Feyre bites her lip, and leans into the warmth of his body. "Will you show me how?"

"Of course," Rhys agrees. "You can be in control for, say, twenty minutes. And then we'll swap. Okay?"

From the air he pulls a hourglass filled with what looks like black smoke, and a floating silver ball. When the time is up, the ball will drop and ring against the glass.

"Okay," Feyre nods, with only a little nervousness. Rhys sets the timer on the nightstand.

"Alright," he said. "But first." He pulls back and looks at her, and his magic vanishes her clothes. He spends long seconds drinking in her naked body, before carefully dressing her in the red lace set. When he is done, he sits down on the end of the bed. "So how do you want me?" he asks her. And the smoke the in the hourglass begins to move.

Feyre tilts her head, and a blush steals over her pale cheeks. Although she knows Rhys knows what she likes, she's not used to vocalising it. "Shirt off," she whispers, and is gratified by Rhys's jacket hitting the floor, and his shirt being pulled slowly over his head. Rhys's eyes never move from hers. He holds his wrists out to her, and very shyly, she fastens the handcuffs around his wrists.

"And now what?" Rhys asks her softly.

Feyre steps between his knees and kisses his mouth. She raises his cuffed wrists and puts his hands behind his neck, and then sits on his lap to straddle him. It makes him hard in an instant.

"Like this?" she asks Rhys, putting her hands on his chest.

"Like how ever you want my love," Rhys says. But he lifts his hips a little, because he knows what Feyre likes.

Indeed Feyre's fingers close a little tighter on Rhys's shoulders, and if it's all about what she wants, it turns out what she actually wants is to be able to grind in his lap like this. Usually, his hands would pull her hips against him but they're stuck behind his head, so Feyre has to make her own rhythm. She lets her head fall back and her eyes close, but then Rhys says, "eyes on me."

She snaps her eyes open, and Rhys is grinning.

"That's it," he tells her. "Use me the way you want to. Make sure you watch while you do it." So she continues moving on him but this time looks into his eyes, and finds here a sparking lust that tightens across his face with every pass of her hips. A hot pride curls in her belly- that she can make him feel like this, and Rhys is right. It is worth keeping her eyes open for.

Feyre places her hands around Rhys's throat like he sometimes does to her, and the groan rumbles through him. Excitement flares in her chest, and she wonders what else she might do to him.

"Use your words," Rhys tells her next. "Tell me what you want."

"I want..." Feyre licks her lips. "I want you down on the bed."

"Okay," Rhys says. "So push me down like you mean it."

Feyre places a hand on the solid planes of his chest, and after only a moment's hesitation, she shoves hard. Rhys falls back, his hands still behind his head, and chuckles softly. "That's it," he encourages.

Feyre removes his trousers and Rhys is naked on the bed. She crawls up his legs, and while he watches her, she licks her tongue up the length of his cock.

Rhys's hips twitch, but he can't move his hands to her. He hums in his throat. Feyre smiles, and licks him again. Slides her hand around him while her lips shape over his head. Rhys's breathing starts to shallow, and it does beautiful things to the muscles in his torso. This time, she takes the whole of him into her mouth and Rhys groans long and low on the bed.

"That's it Feyre," he says again. "Like you know that I'm yours."

The words go to Feyre's head like heavy wine, and then she's running her nails down the flat of his stomach while her mouth works his cock. The sounds she wrests from him delight her, and every so often she glances up to see the way his triceps twitch. She knows he wants to put his hands in her hair, knows he wants to push her head down the way he wants it. But he can't, because his hands are bound behind his neck.

When Rhys starts to get loud, Feyre lifts her mouth from him and slides up his chest. He groans in complaint, and this thrills her. She wants him to want her. She lays her body over his, and nips at his lips. He's trying to kiss her properly, but she just snaps her teeth and laughs above him.

"Are you having fun darling?" Rhys asks her. Feyre bites down on his chin and nods. Her eyes dance and Rhys is smitten. He rolls his hips beneath her, but is powerless to do more while he is hand cuffed, and Feyre laughs again.

"Oh so if you're in charge, all you want is to tease?"

Feyre shrugs at first, and then moves a little lower to slide her hips on his. He lifts up off the bed to meet her, and her eyes are wide with joy. She slides over him again, and as he jerks under her she is giddy with the feeling of having so much effect on him, of being so in control of his pleasure. She wonders briefly if this is what it feels like for him when he doms, and then the thought fades away as the back and forth motion starts to heat her core, too.

She's just starting to lose herself in it, has just let her eyes slide closed in pleasure when the silver ball in the hourglass hits the glass and the sound peals out like a bell.

Feyre stops, looks at Rhys, and watches his eyes go wholly black.

"My turn," he whips out, low and dangerous, and then his magic flares and the dark gutters and suddenly Feyre is on her back beneath Rhys. She tries to reach up to him, but her wrists are shackled to the headboard.

"Submission is not weakness," Rhys told her. They had been mated only a few weeks and sometimes the need for him, her desire for him took over her so completely it felt like she was out of control. Over time, Rhys began to take the lead. Began to hold her tighter and tighter so she felt contained and grounded, until she needed his grip on her hips and his teeth in her skin. Feyre was relieved as she was mortified. Rhys noticed, and sat her down in the middle of the bed and told her that she only ever needed to submit to him when she wanted to, and when it fed her, and when she felt him worthy.

Rhys's shoulders move like a jungle cat, and a rolling purr slides from somewhere in his ribcage. Feyre finds that his weight is pressing down everywhere, and she can't move at all, and his cock is a pulse between her thighs.

"Possession is fragile but desire is divine," Rhys said. "Desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power." He got to his knees and put her fingers to his lips.

Feyre feels the heat of his skin over every inch of her, and she relaxes into his touch. As fun as it had been to tease him, this is where she could truly let go, this is where her mind could finally stop, this is where she was free. And despite the heavy muscle that pins her to the mattress, she feels light as air. Rhys puts his mouth on her breast and pulls her nipple through his teeth, slow and viscous. He scrapes his fingers down her sides as his takes bites out of her neck, her collar bone, her stomach. He finds the knife edge of pain and adrenaline rushes through her on a wave of goosebumps, but she is never afraid.

"I promise you that I will always be in control so that you don't have to be. I will be your scout and your servant and your guard. If you let me. If you want me to. I just need to hear it from your lips."

"Yes Rhys. I want you to."

Rhys's tongue darts between her legs and unlike her playful, teasing movements over him before, he is sure and slow and thorough. He's pushed her underwear to one side, and now tears if at the seams. Feyre is molten beneath his fingers, and then one of his hand snakes up her body to softly squeeze over her throat. Feyre's core clenches and her moans lose their sound as the ecstasy floods in.

"Now you need to make me a promise. If you ever feel unsafe. If you ever want me to stop. If you ever change your mind. I need you to say the word 'yellow' to me, and then I will know to immediately stop. You can also tap me or a surface three times, if you cannot speak."

Feyre nodded.

"What's the word, Feyre?"

"It's yellow."

"Good girl."

Rhys rises before her, and does not take his hand from her throat as he rubs the head of his cock over her pussy. Feyre's hips buck off the bed, looking for more, but Rhys just holds her down and continues his motion.

"Don't you like being teased, Feyre darling?" Rhys asks her. "Not as good when you're on the receiving end?"

Feyre can't form words, is still trying to wriggle herself toward more friction. Rhys moves up her body and pushes his cock between her lips and down her tongue instead, deep as she had wanted it where he was before. She moans around him, and tries to touch herself, only to remember she is bound.

"Take it just like that," Rhys croons. "Show me what your pussy would be like." He thrusts into her mouth again, and she sucks hard against him. "Mmmm that's so good Feyre," Rhys tells her, and spends a minute watching her head move before he relents and settles back down over her.

"Are you ready to be fucked yet?" he asks her. Feyre nods soundlessly, and grinds her hips upward. Rhys slides himself tortuously slow up and down her slickness, and the shocks of pleasure light up her spine. She moves her knees up to his sides to try to get more contact, but although his head nudges at her entrance, he just continues to move back and forth over her.

"Does that feel good darling?" Rhys asks. "Shall I just stay here for a while?"

"No," Feyre moans. "More Rhys, more."

"Where are your manners, mate?" Rhys snaps. He reaches round to spank the side of her backside.

"Please!" Feyre blurts. "Please, please, please please," she begs. Rhys kisses her neck with his tongue, and the tip of him is pushing inside her. "Yes," she moans.

Then he pulls away, ducks his head and licks her roughly instead.

"No!" Feyre cries, while at the same time her hips buck up against Rhys's mouth. He sucks against her clit and flicks his tongue over and over it, before returning his hips to hers.

"Please," Feyre whispers. "Please, please."

He lines himself up again, his cock head just inside her as he kisses up her sternum. And now his hands are squeezing over her breasts and his thumbs stroke over her nipples through the sheer lace of her lingerie.

"Fuck," Feyre moans, arching her back to him. "Please Rhys, oh gods please, please." She strains against the leather cuffs, and the bed head creaks under the pressure.

Rhys sits up on his heels, and surveys with deep pleasure the writhing mess that Feyre makes on the bed. He can read her need for him like his name is inked on her skin, and there's nothing he loves more than the sight of her like this.

Except maybe being seated all the way deep inside her.

Rhys glides his hands down her skin and grips her hips as he finally, finally sinks himself all the way into her. The moan that Feyre makes is more than worth the wait.

"Rhys," she breathes out, and he fucks her lazily now, a slow rocking because he likes to take his time with her.

But Feyre has has enough. She plants her feet on the bed and pulls against the handcuffs for leverage, and she begins to fuck herself on his cock. For a minute Rhys just lets her, but the image is so gorgeous that he has to fuck her back, and then they're colliding hard and Feyre is coming before he even has the chance to tell her to do so.

Feyre bites her bottom lip hard as she climaxes, and Rhys watches it hit her like a wave cresting. After a minute, it begins to slow, but Rhys is not done by half. So he tosses one of her legs over his shoulder, holds his thumb over her clit, and speeds up the pace of her hips until her first orgasm bleeds into a second. He is relentless, will not let her come down until his own release is sliding down his spine and when he comes his hands grip the headboard hard enough to crack it.

Rhys bends to kiss her belly, her throat and then her mouth before he removes the handcuffs and rubs her wrists gently. He pulls the blanket up over Feyre as she lies there, spent, and then continues to press his lips behind her ear and in her hair as he curls his body around her.

"You did so good today," he whispers.

"Even when I was on top?" Feyre asks sleepily.

"Especially then," Rhys assures her. He eyes the red mark on her shoulder where the lingerie strap has been sitting tight, and he takes it all off with his magic. He likes it when she sleeps naked anyway.

"I love you," Rhys says against her back.

"I love you too," Feyre murmurs, and within seconds she is asleep.

****

Yeah look this is a bit of a mess because I was trying to fit a lot in. Normally I could actually go a bit harder on the kink but since we're supposed to be trying a little switching and delving into conversations, I spent time doing those things instead? Maybe should try to focus on just one in future. Or, not be so post-happy and actually edit my shit. Anyway I hope you guys still like it lol.

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