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vodika-vibes · 10 months

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after all this Ordo goodness, imagine him seeing the reader with little baby Kad/Venku and realizing that this is a sight he really could get used to and…doing something about it 🫣

What I Want

Summary: After a day spent with the Skirata clan, Ordo is quiet, and you curious as to what's on his mind.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 679

Warnings: Fluff, some spice at the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Could this have been smut, yes. Is that what you probably intended, nonny, also yes. But I got two hours of sleep last night, and I'm not sure comfortable writing a breeding kink. Yet. I'll get there I'm sure. But I'm sure as hell not doing that research when my husband is sitting across the room.

Divider by Saradika

It’s been a long day. A very long day. And while you enjoy spending time with your boyfriend’s family, they can be alot. Especially for someone who’s a little happier keeping to yourself.

Which is part of the reason you spent the majority of the day playing with baby Kad. The other part of the reason is that his poor parents looked dead on their feet.

Though now you’re wondering if maybe you should have spent more time with Ordo, because he’s been very quiet since you headed home. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and note that he doesn’t look angry, more…pensive?

He keys in the code to your apartment, and you follow him into the well lit room. He’ll tell you what’s bothering him eventually, he always does, you just have to wait him out. Or you can bother him about it.

You sit on the bench just inside the front door and start unlacing your boots, as you consider your options, “Ordo?” You finally say, deciding that asking him would be better than worrying about what he’s worrying about.

“Hm?” He lifts his gaze to meet yours, and something soft and warm crosses his features as he looks at you. “Something wrong cyar’ika?”

He’s clearly not mad, so you push that specific concern back. “I was going to ask you the same thing.” You reply with a warm smile, “You’ve been very quiet, love.”

He tilts his head, “I was just thinking about something.” Ordo replies easily, he holds out his hand for your jacket, which you hand to him.

“Oh? You’ve been thinking about it pretty hard.”

“Yeah…it’s important to me.” Ordo replies easily, and then doesn’t elaborate.

You roll your eyes and set your boots on the shoe stand, “Would you care to elaborate?” you ask.

“Hm…” He regards you thoughtfully for a long moment, and then he very gently pulls you to your feet and guides you to the living room. He easily navigates the home you share with him, even though he never takes his gaze off you.

And then he sits on the couch and pulls you down so you’re straddling his lap, and so your chests are flush against each other. Ordo’s hands slide up your sides, and then he cups your face with his hands, “I love you,” He murmurs softly.

You smile at him fondly, “I know, you make it very obvious.” And then you lean in and kiss him gently, “I love you too.”

He hums into the kiss, “Cyare,” Ordo gazes at you with clear eyes, “Have you ever considered kids?”

You place your hands on his shoulders and rub soothing circles against the side of his neck, “Like, in general or…?”

“Our kids, specifically.” He clarifies.

“Ah,” You fall silent for a moment, considering, “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” You murmur softly. You move one of your hands to cup his face, “What are you thinking, my love?”

“I watched you playing with Kad’ika,” Ordo murmurs so softly, “And I couldn’t help but think about how you would look when you’re pregnant with my baby.” His hand slides from your hips to rest on your stomach, “You’re already perfect, cyare, but picturing that-” He trails off, and arousal flares in his eyes.

You hum softly, “A baby Ordo,” You muse thoughtfully, “With my coloring-”

“A baby you,” He corrects quickly, “With my coloring.” He kisses you slowly and deeply, “A baby girl as perfect as you are-” He trails off as he rains kisses across your face.

“That sounds perfect,” You whisper to him.

Ordo exhales slowly, and you watch as his careful control crumbles, and you squeak when he lifts you and presses you firmly against the couch, pressing his hips against yours. “We should get started then,” He says with a heated grin.

You release a quiet giggle that turns into a squeal of delight as he leans in to rain even more kisses on your neck and across your face.

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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aristotels · 8 months

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Menjaš m i n u nasumičnim rečima iz mog POVa™

aaahahahahaah, jer san splićanka a mi uglavnom prominimo m u n 😅 u govoru 95% vrimena ću reć n umisto m, a vako kad pišen malo minjam malo ne, kako mi naleti

(uglavnon kad završavamo riči ide to n; umisto čitam kažemo čitan, umisto spavam kažemo spavan itd)

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desires-of-chain · 1 year

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So I'm having one hell of a Time brainrot rn so I come to deliver you a tasty meal. Hopefully, it's not terrible cause I've never written anything like this b4

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(setting - alone in a cave, separated from the rest of the chain, a battle happened that left Y/N with some cuts on their stomach)

Time takes out some alcohol to first clean the wounds, but he’s horny so he sits Y/N down in his lap. Y/N squirms under his menstrations but he eventually finishes and hands them a red potion from his bag. When they go to get up, Time places a hand on their thigh to hold em’ there. Reader’s like 😏 “aight u wanna play this game? Stand up and take off everything but your pants” Shocked, at the change, Time complies while Y/N is digging through their bag. Reader pulls out some ribbons and proceeds to tie his wrists together and he’s just having a ‘wtf’ moment but in a pleasurable way. Once he’s all good and secured, reader forces him up against the wall and kisses him but when they pull away they lick a hot stripe on the roof of his mouth making him moan. Reader then proceeds to eat him up like he’s their last meal, teasing Time all the way before finally getting down on their knees and sucking him off.

By the time he cums he’s already a bit of a mess of a man but reader is not done.

*Proceeds to get him to lie down on a blanket, still tied up*

Y/N: “I want to hear you beg and scream for more. I want to see you squirm”

Then just starts pegging him for his first time then and there.

Time on his knees, keening for reader to go harder/faster Reader pulls out then with strength he didn’t know they had just flips him onto his back, grabs his legs and throughs them over their shoulder and just pounds him into the ground.

This stoic, beautiful man would be done for. Like, imagine if this was his first time being forced to be a sub. He’d have no clue what to do but fuck if he ain’t loving every second of it.

🖤

the universe is just FEEDING us well today, huh? Where do I start, my brain is just ;akjdf;kjsdaf;kads head empty, no thoughts, just peg time.

Dom the big man, he needs it.

#.bea answers #🖤 anon #smut

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cyberagentchaos · 2 years

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GAMBAR SEKADAR HIASAN

Sekadar meluah perasaan.

Kawan aku contact ptg smlm terus ajak jumpa. Dia sanggup jemput tapi nak borak berdua je. Kwn lama Dari zaman uni. Macam serius je. Takpenah mcmni.

Aku pun on tak fikir sgt.. belikan makanan utk anak bini..lepas tu tunggu kwn aku jemput. Sampai je masuk kereta muka ketat je..aku tanya pasal apa ni penting sgt ko hutang along ke..kalau ye pun Salam la. Lepas Salam lemah je tangan dia genggam.

Katanya panjang cerita so aku pendekkan. Masa dia buat spring cleaning smlm. Dia kemas rumah utk buang barang2 lama. Jumpa laptop wife dia .dia cucuk plug tekan on terus nyala elok lagi la laptop zaman blaja tu.

Masa tgh selongkar tu jumpa satu files besar jgk titled Diana&Alfian4ever💦❤️. Dalam tu beribu video & gambar wife dia main dgn sorang laki.

Bila dia teliti satu-satu n tgk bila transfer date mmg dh lebih 4 tahun lepas sblm dorg kenal & khwin. Masa tu dia kata mmg bini dia mngaku penah tido dgn laki lain sblm khwin. Dia terima. Tapi bini dia tkde ckp apa-apa pasal dorg suka rakam 'aktiviti harian' dorang lepas tu letak dlm laptop. Klu tgk date pun dia kata mmg hampir setiap hari mesti ada at least 1 video & 5-6 gambar. Dari blowjob dlm kereta, tangga mall, doggy kat bwh jambatan, dalam hutan mana tah smpai la ke rmh sewa. Dr kualiti zaman handphone symbian sampai la iphone 6. Boleh kata laki tu kasar jgk layan bini dia. Kadang smpai memaksa. Paksa hisap la, sruh buat peace masa dia pancut kat muka. Dia geram jgk nak je dia carik & hentak muka laki ni.

Tapi mmg laki yg sama dia kata penah in serious relationship dulu. Last video transfer dated 21 April 2017. Dia kenal wife dia dalam 2018 Mei camtu.Then Oktober 2019 dorang kahwin.

So dia pn confront wife dia. Dia kata tak tau pun pasal video ni. Wife dia pun terus terang lepas tu nangis la kejap bila ingat balik. Dia kata mmg betul dulu hari-hari kena paksa layan nafsu dia sampaikan dia muak & nak putus je senang. Benda yg wife dia buat sampai segan nak bagitau. Dia mmg nak padam tapi laki tu paksa utk simpan.

Wife dia kata dia dgn laki tu mmg dh bagi semua..tapi laki tu gila seks yg trlampau. Kaki pukul & ugut. Kalau tknk buat dia leakkan video. Dia punya nafsu teruk sgt sampai wife kwn aku ni dah tkjumpa jalan keluar. Tak larat nak layan nafsu gila dia

Kadang tu dia minta hisap kat panggung wayang time org ramai. Ada sekali tu dalam kereta wife dia kata laki ni minta hisap lepas tu pancut muka then dia paksa wife kwn aku ni keluar dr kreta lepas tu jalan keliling block dgn muka & tudung dia penuh air mani. Sambil dia ikut slow Dr blakang. Lepas tu ketawa bila tgk org lain pandang2 wife dia. Nk tgk reaction org lalu lalang. Byk terpengaruh dgn video seks western.

Masa ni wife kwn aku doa je. Apa Jalan terbaik nak keluar Dr semua ni. Lepas tu doa org teraniaya kan. Makbul. Laki tu kena tangkap kat tempat hotel dia kerja lepas kantoi dgn manager dia nampak dia tgh cabut memori kad utk spycam kat dlm bilik hotel dia kerja tu. (Laki ni keje housekeeping hotel). Mmg Kaki porn sgt la ni. Manager tu call polis. Bila buat siasatan dlm 100 bilik hotel tu dalam Lebih kurg 37 bilik ada spycam. Polis dpt rampas lg hard disk berapa terabyte tah penuh dgn video rakaman curi. Masuk ke penjara terus. Sejak Dari tu wife kwn aku lega. Tak sure la dlm byk2 video & hard disk tu ada ke takde video dorg. Dia tak sempat nk tanya dah kena cekup skrg Masih kat dalam.

Okay nanti sambung lagi.

Panjang cerita aku dh kurgkan. Adios. Bye.

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postsofbabel · 11 months

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k4ban0s2 · 1 year

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mam ochydna ochote na paczka i jakies ciasta urodzinowe japierdole. musze poczekac az wroce do domu cuz widzialam zajebisty (z kad wiesz ze zajebisty jam nawet jeszcze n probowalas ogar) przepis na jakies wlasnie niskokaloryczne typowo ana thing paczki i inne slodkosci wiec plis wytrzymaj kaabanosie dasz rade przeciez n chcedz byc jeszcze wiekszym fatspo 😭😭😭

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msbhagirathi · 7 months

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IPKKND HEART TO HEART CONVO-(1/n)

It was a nice Sunday morning. Arnav was laying on his bed lazily, half asleep, with his hands folded behind his head. Khushi was, fresh out of the shower, getting ready for the day.

Khushi (quietely inching towards the bed) : Arnavji...? Aap so rahe hain kya...?

Arnav (already squinting at her with sleepy eyes and ruffled hair) : Khushi tum mujhese 'ji'-'aap' karke kyun baat karti ho...? Maine tumse kaha hai na that you are my equal. Tum me aur mujhme koi difference nahi hai.

Khushi (a knowing smile on her face, sat down beside him) : Yeh toh aapka baddappan hai Arnavji, joh aap humse aisa keh rahe hain.( You are being modest, Arnavji.)

Khushi : Hum aapse aise baat isiliye karte hain kyunki hum aapka samman karte hain. Humari nazron mein aapka kad bohot uncha hai.

Khushi : Hum jaante hain ki aap humein apna baraabar maante hain. Lekin aap nahi jaante ki aap humein jaan-anjaane mein kitna kuch sikha dete hain. Aap bhale hi kehte ho ki aap bhagwan mein vishwas nahi rakhte par humne apni puri zindagi mein aapke jaisa, nek insaan, aaj tak nahi dekha hai, joh apne aap ko nastik (atheist) kehta ho.

Arnav : But Khu-

*She placed her index finger on his lips*

Khushi : Hum jaante hain ki aapko purani baatein yaad karne ka koi shauk nahi hai par aaj humein bolne dijiye Arnavji. Aap humesha humein chup kara dete hain par aaj hum bolenge aur aap sunenge.

Khushi : Aaj hum aapko batana chahte hain ki hum aapki itni izzat kyun karte hain.

Khushi : Hum samajhte hain ki aapke liye kisi par bharosa karna kitna mushkil hai. Humein ab samajh mein aata hai ki, aap par kya beeti hogi, jab aapko yeh laga ki, jis ladki se aap pyaar karte hain, usne aapki zindagi ke sabse ahem insaan ke saath, dhoka karne ki koshish ki hai.

Khushi : Beshak tab aapke paas hum par vishwas karne ki koi vajah hi nahi thi kyunki tab hum aapke liye koi nahi the.

*Arnav knew where this was going and closed his eyes to steel himself*

Khushi : Hum jaante hain ki, har roz aap apne aap ko koste (curse) honge. Aapko lagta hoga ki, na aap Di ki raksha kar paaye aur na hi aap, humari vajah se, humare liye, apne aap ko, rakshas banne se rok paaye. Aapne kabhi socha hi nahi hoga ki, jis ladki se aap itna pyaar karte hain uski, nazron mein aapko itna niche girna hoga, ki aap apne aap se bhi nazrein nahi mila payenge.

*Arnav slowly starting to get teary-eyed, turned his face away from her, to hide it*

Khushi : Hum jaante hai ki hum galat nahi the phir bhi humare saath galat hua par hum yeh bhi jaante hain ki aapko bhi utna hi jhelna para tha. Hum samajhte hain ki aapko kitni ghutan hui hogi. Chahte hue bhi aap hum par vishwas kar hi nahi paaye honge.

*She laid her head on his chest with tears rolling down her face*

*Arnav slowly starting to sob, placed his hands softly on the back of her head, caressing her hair gently*

Khushi (speaking through her shaky voice) : Hum jaante hain ki aapko kitna dard hua hoga, ki aap hum se kitna pyaar karte hain, ki aapne hum par vishwas kiya aur humein mauka diya, humare pyaar ko apnaya.

*She started crying bitterly, shaking, trembling against his chest*

*Fresh tears, big and hot, rolled down his face as he took in her words*

He gently pulled her upright, sat up and wrapped his arms around her tightly, eyes shut, tears flowing continuously, his body trembling with the weight of the emotions, that her words held.

****Both of them sobbed for several minutes, calmed down gradually****

Khushi (wiped her tears, sniffing) : Isiliye jab hum aapke pair chune ke liye jhukte hain, toh aap humein roka mat kijiye.

Arnav (wiping his tears, look at her, pursing his lips) : Theek hai. Lekin SIRF tumhare liye.

Khushi (grinned) : Wada kijiye humse! (extended her palm)

Arnav (held her hand, smiling) : I promise, Khushi. Tumhare liye, kuch bhi.

Khushi : Hum bhi na! Ek hi din aap chutti par ghar-pe hote hain aur woh bhi hum roh-dho ke barbaad kar rahe hain.

She stood up hurriedly to complete drying her hair with the towel and placed it on the recliner.

Arnav : Tum chah kar bhi mera waqt barbaad nahi kar paogi, Khushi. (Note- *cue* when he had said something similar but very different to La, in her intro epi)

He made his bed, hung the towel on his shoulder and walked to the bathroom.

Few minutes later....

Khushi (to Garima, smiling dreamily) : Amma, aapko pata hai! Humare Arnavji duniya ke sabse acche pati the, hain aur humesha rahenge....

So.....I tried this one in Hindi....shall I...umm...is it better in English..? I don't even know... Also I don't know if I am allowed to casually tag people here or not. But I wanna thank them as well...so..

Phati-Sari, Jalebi-weds-bluetooth, Paobhaji, chutkiandchotte, onadaanparindey, dimaagkadahi, kashmakash, arnavsinghraizada, laadgovernorandsankadevi, pakki-ya-nahin and all the other IPK fans as well..

Mentioning all of you here because I have huge amount of gratitude to all of you, in some way or the other, I owe you the entertainment that I have received and enjoyed from all of your content and that too for...um...FREE!?!?! I can never thank all of you enough for all that you have done and are still doing for us IPK kids. So, I am trying to do something close to what all of you have done... THank you from the bottom of my heart.

#ipkknd #arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #My guru maas and paas y'all #i got inspired from them and their creations #want to pay a tribute for their contribution in feeding us(parched and starved souls) even after so many years #i iz thankphul to them #i iz lob them #wanna met and give them the tightest hug to them #damn the helplessness #okay so i wrote it becoz this is the reason why I never found- Khushi calling him as Arnavji and wanting to touch his feet- problematic #coz its out of the sheer respect that she has for him #its not due to any obligation nor any sign of patriarchy #she respects him a lot #and i also know that Arnav won't puff out with patriarchal thoughts #becoz his love for Khushi is the most supreme for him he would never think of himself as superior to her #coz he thinks she taught him to live again #he is a feminist without having the urge to spell it out #he is a man of actions he will show rather than scream out- I am a feminist.#This also explains why Khushi said the line mohabbat hi humara dharam hai #aur Arnavji humare bhagwan (probably said this in her head #Tell me - Hindi or English?

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cattodigiatto · 1 year

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Oc-Tober post!!!

Day 1: “Going on an average day”

I’m using the prompt list made by @icannotreadcursive

Check the prompt list here

Belle in: An Average Day

The great underground city… it used to be a paradise for beasts, a land of no laws.

But after the Revolution the place had become much more civilized, following the government of the silver fox, who “introduced” the monetary system to the beasts.

This pushed many beasts to pursue less… relaxed goals, many descended to the mines to work for a living -and a little more- others sought less… brute occupations.

The light of the lamps filtered trough the window, reflecting on a golden mirror that sat calmly on the bureau.

From the light a pure white figure emerged, gracefully forming in front of the mirror, born from the reflected light in the room.

The figure slowly took detail, an slender feminine body with lustrous pale-white skin, a silky grey hair formed on it’s head, a finely tailored suit sew itself around the body, gracefully forming each one of it’s folds and seams, of a jet-black color with thoroughly made grey details on the end of the sleeves, and a similarly colored pair of pants, an outfit reminiscent of a successful bureaucrat.

You could mistake this shape as a normal human, a human with perfect manners, strong determination and successful career… of course, they are almost all of that, but this person is no human, proven on it’s eyes, that loose all and any type of detail, no more than a reflective, smooth surface showed on it’s eye sockets.

This figure, who existed under the name of “Belle”, is a mirror beast, getting ready for yet another “day” of working in the beautiful city that is this underground conglomerate- of course, beauty is subjective.

“C’mon!” She tugged again at the gate, it was getting rustier and rustier with every week “Arg! -snap- There we go”

The old rusty gate went up, revealing what was a beautifully decorated… hair salon! How else could a “Perfectly” functioning mirror thrive in a society, located in the comercial street -the high-class, wealthy one- of the city, was the “Morphean Dream” a hair salon attended by the most wealthy families of beasts in the city, and some of the rest citizens.

Behind the crystal front, with the logo of the salon shown in one of the windows, the salon was decorated with radiant, white walls with black stripes at the bottom of them, a black-n’-white checkered floor, and an eye-catching monochromatic chandelier illuminating all.

From the entrance, at the left wall you could see various “base hairstyles” images stuck to it, with two black couches and a small table with lots of cheap magazines sitting on the floor. At the right wall, a half-wall, giant mirror with golden edges rested, at the foot of it the white-colored bureaus with various hair-dressing items, in front of each one was a rotating chair of a familiar black color. At the back wall, a door to the backroom stood on the left, while a hair-wash station sat at the right corner.

“Okay, time to get things started” Bell walked to the back and turned on the lights.

As usual, things worked slow in the salon, there were three chairs but always only two or three people in the building, Belle being one of them, for more grand and known that her hair salon was, there were only just so many beasts with the cash to afford… or the willingness to do it, many just cut their hair themselves or outright didn’t do it, those where Belle’s less favorite.

The bell on top of the door sounded to life as -finally- a client entered the salon, a young-looking girl walked with a collected smile, beautiful, long loose-curly style burgundy hair graced the air as she walked, her pale skin glowed under the radiant light of the chandelier her crimson eyes spotted Belle instantly.

“Good evening… Is it open yet?” She asked, stopping in her track as soon as she noticed she entered without asking.

“Of course sweetheart” Belle responded “Thank Kad you are not a pure-blood, you would be dust already otherwise”

“Oh don’t mention it! I’ve been working on remembering” The young mistress chuckled.

“So, what will it be today sweetie?” Belle asked, getting ready a chair for the girl.

“I was thinking… maybe I could try another style this time” The girl said sitting on the second chair, the mirror in front reflecting nothing of her.

“Another style? Anything in mind?” Belle tied the barber cape around the her neck.

“I was thinking maybe something… short, something like… something like…” She tried to put her thoughts on word, but simply couldn’t.

“Let me help” Belle said as she lowered herself to her head level behind the chair, the reflection of the mirror, which initially showed Belle alone started to morph, the grey hair in the reflection took a more burgundy coloration and grew, from the short, straight hair to a long, loose curl style, part of it took a pastel red dye, just in the front, combed to the side of her face, face that gained a more skin-like tone, almost pale as a paper. “So, how short did you want?”

“Hmm… let me see chin level” The girl said, showing no reaction to the miraculous transformation that happened in the mirror, why should she? This was the reason she preferred the salon over her own home.

The figure on the mirror, which mimicked perfectly her head, changed once again, the hair decreased in length, stopping at exactly chin level.

“Okay…” The girl thought about it “A bit longer… with a finger wave around, the dyed strand to the contrary direction”

The reflection changed once again, the loose curls relaxed and took a continuous wavy form around her head, the pastel red dyed strand of hair did similarly, but waved to the right “how’s that?”

“Hmm… yes, I’ll do that this time!”

“Very well” The reflection lost itself as Belle stood up, she grabbed a water spray bottle, a pair of golden scissors and began the process.

The seconds became minutes as Belle did her job thoroughly, so focused on making the beautiful hair in front of her look as her client wished, aesthetics were her camp, to do some eye-candy, to work to please her clients, after all hair is one of the windows of true self… or so she thought.

Setting a Hair salon in the underground city was a hassle, to get her name be known even more, she had started as a security guard for one of the most wealthy families in the city! Using her mirrors as a way to keep watch around, but after some years she found herself more and more uninterested in the job, the routine was much too lonely for her, and much more violent.

So one particularly tragic night, she left, she didn’t owe that family anything, if something, THEY owe her. She started to set the hair salon, it was even more lonely and static at first, until her first client entered, why, if it wasn’t no one else than the young lady of the mansion she worked at!

“So, how is the master doing?” Belle asked, trying to start a small conversation, she knew the girl wasn’t to prone to initiate a conversation, but was very into following them.

“Father? That old man is doing his own act back at home, staring at the city creepily from the balcony” The girl chuckled.

“Oh… I didn’t know he took on more… eccentric hobbies” Belle sprayed the hair once more to finish cutting.

“Hah! As if! He says he’s getting too old for many things, the other day we have a break-in, a suspiciously skilled human”

“Really?” Belle was genuinely surprised, her replacement was very good at his job, she knew that “Is everyone okay? Was it a hunter?”

“Of course we are, there’s few things that can overpower us after all!” The girl laughed, carefully to not move much “it wasn’t a burglar tho, just a misdirected girl searching for a big evil”

“How rude! Did she went to you because-“

“No no! It was actually a ratter serious matter for the overground, humans were disappearing here and there, honestly, something so powerful to do that is worrying”

“I see”

“Anyways, dad stood in front of her, had a violent encounter, he didn’t suffer significant damage, but still… he is not the same count as he was 200 years ago…”

Belle fell slightly sad about it, she knew how long that man has lived, so many years do take a hand on you, immortality or not.

The session continued rather silently, with Belle doing her job, the girl seemed in a meditative state, good for the work, but Belle still felt a bit worried, 67 years had passed in which she saw this girl on her day-to-day, such a young lady she was, and yet so much had she lived trough…

“Well, it is done darling” Belle put done her implements, the image on the mirror quickly changed, taking once again the traits of the girl, her pale skin, sharp, glistening fangs as she smiled, her hair now sporting a beautifully burgundy color in a vintage finger wave style, the dyed hair in red pastel did the same, but to the right instead of left.

“Oh Belle… have I told you how magic your work is…?” The girl said, looking at her hair with longing and appreciating eyes.

“Enough for me to know it’s true”

“Oh my… I simply can’t thank you enough!” The girl said as she caressed her new style, it was nice to try new things, even more when you have lived 200-something years. She quickly collected herself “How much will it be?”

“59 Saints sweetie, it was a simple work” To Belle it hurt to charge her, considering she helped her to get a clientele, but she had never accepted any type of offer! -“Your work always deserves full payment, you charge too low too!”- it’s what she always said… and Belle had to put this salon for a reason too of course…

“Very well” the girl took out her wallet, and the 59 saints, she passed them to Belle, grabbing her hands as she did so “I still think you should charge more”

“Oh Elly… sweetie you know I don’t do this only for cash” Higher prices meant a less accessible business for many, Belle knew this, she preferred to have people enter her salon, to have the opportunity to grant one of their wishes, not just stare from afar.

The girl looked at her “I know… thank you again, I will see you soon! I meant to finally get dad to leave the darkness of the mansion! haha!”

“Come back anytime! I’m sure we can give him an actual style!” Belle couldn’t help but follow up the girl’s little joke, she was always so eager for a good laugh… you wouldn’t think she’s the same young girl that was almost hung for…

Anyways, Belle looked at the clock “3 hours!?” She was amazed, how could she take so much time in a simple cut and stylization? In moments like this she was glad her clientele was very selected, imagine the stress that would mean to have a line waiting for a haircut, yes, she can always make more of her to help around, but still, maybe that was why her works where always so perfect, with the time and calmness that her works needed…

She grabbed the broom and swept away the remaining burgundy hair, the “day” was not over yet and she had to keep the place lean for her next client… if it came today of course…

So that was my first entry for Oc-tober 2023!

This is my first time doing this, so any type of advice is really welcomed!

With that said, Catto’s out!

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𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. VIII ⋆𑁍

Rating: General Wordcount: 2.7k Characters: Eya (Nautolan!OC), Jaster (Eya's loth-cat). Mentioned: Kad (Clone Trooper!OC), Marilys (Dancer!OC), Dayra and Ach'la (vague Nautolan OCs) Warnings: some angsty bits, but also comfort. phantom limb of sorts.

A/N: Here, have some backstory. And some Nautolans headcanons. And some worldbuilding. Also the image of 8ft tall Eya with a tiny, old and greying loth-cat as comfort. Huge thanks to my forever-beta reader @baba-fett (I'm kissing you), and for my beloved @cyarbika's feedback on this chapter! ♡

Eya Artwork ⋆ Eya’s Charactersheet ⋆ My Masterlist

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Home in Dreams

Coruscant. Lower Aquatic District. 20 BBY

Eya stumbles on their way in, cursing quite loudly as they stub their toe. Seeing in the dark may be easy for them, but their eyes are used to the silky darkness of being underwater. The darkness of dry land is something else entirely. While the upper levels of Coruscant are never really dark - lit by eternal advertisements, speeder lights and bars - all light in the lower levels is artificial- and once that’s gone, not even the faintest glow remains.

It has been a long night, and Eya has been looking forward to finding some comfort in the presence of their hearth-family. The thought of them makes Eya smile.

It is customary for young Nautolans to live in a small community - a ‘hearth-family’ - after leaving their relatives behind to explore the galaxy. As happy as the thought of their new family makes them, Eya aches when they think about the family they had to leave behind - their ‘heart-family’.

Such a small difference between the words in Basic, and yet the concepts are completely different from each other:

The heart-family is the family you grow up with - biological, adoptive, foundling… They are your home, your steady haven. Or at least, they are supposed to be.

A hearth-family is temporary, and it’s meant to be. Hearth-families change, they might go through dozens of constellations. One member leaves, and another joins. It’s an island in an ever-changing sea, a safe place to rest and relax and feel at home for a while. Once you leave, though, you may well not find your way back.

It’s the Nautolan way of life, one that not even Eya’s Mandalorian upbringing broke with. Kyreya had always known they would have to leave and find their own way, though when they were little, they never imagined things would come to pass the way they did. Finding your first hearth-family can be a lengthy process, the process of selection a complicated one. Everyone has to feel comfortable; it is supposed to be more than just a temporary living situation. These people are family, for the time being. Finding a hearth-family is not supposed to be a last way out, is not supposed to be rushed.

In Eya’s case, it was. It was a way out of being alone on the streets of Coruscant, of sleeping on a mattress in the back of the Arena, a way out of the loneliness that weighed so heavy on them that some nights they couldn’t breathe. And sometimes they still cannot believe how incredibly lucky they got with the family they found.

Eya shakes a little when they open the door to step through the entrance and into the community ‘cube’. It’s the biggest one of the flat. The whole aquatic district of this level is made up of these bubbles that can be flooded entirely, depending on the inhabitants’ preferences. On the upper levels, there are underwater districts, but living there is way, way too expensive for a modest bouncer at some Republic-subsidised bar. Eya doesn’t mind, really. They are not sure they would have fit in with the fancy crowd as easily as they have fallen in with their family down here.

The apartment-cubes are small, but comfortable and cosy. They have everything you need, and this street has clearly been designed for Nautolan living: Everything is a little bigger than usual, and the way the cubes are connected is something Eya knows other aquatics don’t tend to do. Everything is a little grubby, a little worn down, but Eya thinks it’s just the right amount. It reminds them that there were other hearth-families that have lived here before them. It’s nice.

The community cube connects the living cubes of each family member. Some Nautolans like to have their entire hearth underwater, but Eya and their family have agreed to keep the communal cube dry so it is easier to have non-aquatic visitors over.

The communal cube is kitchen, living room, and dining room all in one, and it can get a little cramped when everybody is home, but none of them usually mind. If you want privacy, you can always just go to your room. The community cube is here to be with each other - to sit and not talk but know that the other is here; to play and read together, to cook together and eat together and hold each other the way they all know they need to. That is what this is meant to be: A home away from home.

Eya coughs a little as they make their way across the room to the door of their own cube. They rifle through their pockets while walking, turning on their hydro-pipe and inhaling a few drags until their throat does not feel like it’s stuffed with cotton anymore.

It’s late - so late it’s actually early again, but someone is usually awake at all times: Dayra cooking for her wife, or Achl’a waiting for his partners to wake up after he comes home from a night shift so they can eat together before he goes to bed. Eya has been hoping for someone to be there, someone who understands without asking, and gives them the soft physical comfort of being wrapped up in each other as Nautolans tend to do when they feel each other’s distress.

Apparently, though, no one is home. The cubicle feels… empty. Which it so rarely does that it takes Eya a second to identify the feeling, and right now they really do not like it. It’s the last drop in the barrel of bantha-shit that was this long night. It would have been nice to come home to someone.

They sigh deeply, finally turning on the lights as they shed layer after layer of clothing that smells like smoke and spilled beer and cheap perfume. If no one is home, no one will mind them traipsing through the barely illuminated dark half-naked. Eya drops the dirty clothes down the cleaning chute, and presses the button that opens the door to their own cube.

At home, the cubes look like corals, organic and natural. Eya’s mind stumbles when they realise that they still think of Glee Anselm as home. Here on Coruscant, hearths are nothing like they are back h- back on Glee Anselm. They are poor imitations of the real thing; even if some architect was at least kind and educated enough to care about the needs of the diverse populace. The high-quality hearths of the upper levels may come close to those of the waterworlds, but the lower levels must take what they can get.

Eya is grateful to have this, no matter how little the architecture looks like their brain still expects it to. It is not what they are used to, but they remember stepping inside this hearth and feeling at home immediately. Because of the people, of course, but also because of the way their presence had inevitably changed this place and made it their own. It felt like a place Eya could fit into - and they do. Even if the walls are cheap plastoid and duracrete, they belong here so much more than they ever belonged in the beautifully designed coral of their parents’ home on Glee Anselm. More than they belonged in the caves of Concordia.

Kyreya’s cube has two bedrooms - a luxury - and one of them is entirely submerged in water. Usually, they both would be, but Eya drained one of the cubes after Kad started to sleep over more often. It’s not fun for him to have to be connected to an aquata-breather the entire night, and wake up all… shrivelled. Eya shudders a little when they remember the first time they found out humans went all wrinkly in the water. They scrunch their nose when they recall what Kad’s skin felt like the first morning after he spent the night here - a feeling not easily forgotten, and one that made them choose to drain the extra bedroom at the very next opportunity. What an odd species these little humans are.

After a night like this, filled with so many things Eya does not want to think about any longer, they would usually choose water over anything else, but the fact that no other occupants are here makes their loneliness grow heavier. Even when there is no one in bed with them to hold them, it’s different knowing there are other people home. Right now, Eya is all alone in the dark even while they long to be held by a friend. Kad is off-planet, and so is the 501st. Marilys had the early shift and Eya does not want to wake her; it would be selfish. There is no one here they could ask for comfort. Everyone is fighting on different fronts.

The thought of the war makes Eya’s heart crack until they feel like they can barely stay upright. And so, it is not water they choose, but company.

Jaster barely raises his head when Eya pads into the dry bedroom they nearly never use when they sleep alone. He has claimed this room for himself; this small corner that barely fits the huge bed Eya needs, since this and the communal areas are some of the only areas not completely flooded with water. Jaster blinks tiredly when Eya’s shadow falls across the room, trying to keep their steps as quiet as their broad frame allows. A small purr escapes his chest when he recognises their scent.

Eya lifts the tiny loth-cat up so they can plop down onto the bed without squishing him.

“Hey there, little man,” they sigh, burying their face in Jaster’s soft, dark fur.

They don’t know when they started talking to him - they always have; even as a kid. Talked Basic to him back when their accent was so atrocious they didn’t dare speak in front of anyone else. Jaster blinks calmly at the ruckus that they are making in spite of their best efforts, then curls up on Eya’s broad chest when they have settled into the bed. Eya smiles, though they can barely keep their eyes open.

“I’ve missed you, utreekov.”

Jaster meows indignantly. Sometimes Eya swears he understands them.

“Yeah yeah, sorry. You know I don’t mean it, little one… Hope you had a good time without me.” Eya cards their fingers through his fur, the softness of it so familiar to them. “Where’d all the others go, hm? ‘s too early for them to be gone for the day, too late for them to still be out.” Eya yawns more than they actually talk, but Jaster doesn’t mind one bit. He stretches, flashing his sharp teeth at Eya, who flashes theirs back.

Jaster’s purrs spread deep into Eya’s chest, calming them. This is home. Jaster always makes them feel like this - safe, and warm. Eya runs their fingers through his soft fur, up and down, up… and down.

Their eyes fall shut as they drift off to sleep, Jaster’s small cat-face pressed into the crook of their neck.

*****

There is a warm, light weight on Kyreya’s chest when they wake up, a comforting presence that rises and falls with each breath from their dry lungs. Half-awake, Eya grumbles something and is rewarded with Jaster’s high meowing.

“Me’coopani, pel’ika?” Their voice is barely more than a rumble in their chest, but Jaster starts to purr with renewed fervour.

“Ke nuhoyi tug’yc, utreekov,” Eya yawns. “Naas’au. Nay var su.”

Bones cracking as they stretch, they nearly fall off the bed. Cursing quietly, they pick up Jaster and place him on the pillow beside them, adjusting so that their nose is pressed into his soft, dark fur. From this close, Jaster’s purring sounds nearly like waves crashing around them, and Eya falls back asleep with Jaster snuggled up close to them, leaning into their warmth.

“Jaster!” The voice seems familiar, but wrong. Too young. When Eya looks down, their hands are nearly unscarred, and there’s no hollow weight in their skull, no whirring vibrating within an empty eye socket as they look up to take in their surroundings. Their mouth moves without being told to do so.

“Jaster, k’olar! Buir ven’kaden… Jaster!”

A tiny little furball barrels towards their feet, tripping over itself trying to climb up their leg. Eya grimaces more out of habit than actual pain, their tendrils fluttering in the air with amusement as the small dark furball of a loth-cat settles on their shoulders, tiny head nudging their jaw. Eya moves their tendrils to wrap around the cat on their shoulder, keeping it safe as they make their way across the artificial meadow. Their headtails swing in step… All of them.

Eya’s breath hitches. Tears fill their eyes when they look down to find themself fully intact, both of their frontal tendrils resting on their chest. Short, yes, shorter than they have been in years, but… they are here. Nothing bad has happened, it was just a nightmare. Just a bad dream. Eya is okay.

Before they can think too much about it, a voice long forgotten sounds across the air bubble in which the artificial gardens of Glee Anselm lie, calling Eya home, even if it is by a different name.

“Ne’kho! Yaim’ola! Jaster… Iviin’yc, vod, buir pare! Jaster! Ne’kho!”

Sharp claws bury into Eya’s soft palm and rip them from their dream. They growl, hissing at the little shadow that is pressing against their hand.

“Gev, Jaster- gev, GEV- stop it, for fucks sake!”

Jaster lazily blinks up at them as he finally retracts his long claws, leaving three tiny puncture wounds in Eya’s pink palm.

“Little idiot,” Eya mumbles. “For once I have a nice dream, just one fucking time, and you wake me from it.”

They swear Jaster looks guilty when he climbs up on their chest and curls up right on their middle heart. Eya sighs.

“Don’t give me those eyes, Jaster. They may have worked when you and I were wee, but they don’t anymore. You’ve grown old.” They yawn, some bones in their spine shifting back into place as they inhale deeply. “…and so have I, apparently.”

Eya lets out an indignant snort when Jaster meows in agreement. Their tendrils twitch, their long frontal lek wrapping around Jaster’s small, soft form. With the movement, the dream comes flooding back in full force: It wasn’t a dream, not really. It is memory, long lost in their subconscious. Only a few weeks after they’d gotten Jaster from the shelter, the first time Eya had been allowed to go to the Gardens with him alone. Their brother’s voice, calling Eya by a name they haven’t heard in years and years. The name their parents gave them. Ne’kho.

Eya whispers it, tries to wrap their tongue around the vowels that should feel so familiar and finds nothing but pain and loss. Jaster shifts on their chest, pulling them back to the here and now.

“Yes, yes,” Eya murmurs absently. “I know you know that name. Doesn’t belong to me anymore. Ne’kho died long ago.”

Jaster meows sadly, tapping his paw against Eya’s clavicle. The gesture makes them smile.

“No matter how old you get, you’ll always be a hungry, hoggish little furball, huh?” They grin, just barely, the missing weight of their lost headtail still heavy on their chest even as the dream fades into the background of their mind. Jaster yawns, claws digging into Eya’s skin until they yelp and concede, finally getting up even though they feel like they could sleep for a million years more.

“Come on then, pel’ika. Let’s get you some food.”

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pel'ika, drashaa ruug'la - little soft one, you are growing old utreekov – emptyhead Me coopani, pel’ika - What do you want, little soft one? Ke nuhoyi, utreekov - Go back to sleep, idiot. Naas’au. Nay var su. - There’s no light. It’s too early still. Jaster, k’olar! Buir ven’kaden… Jaster! - Jaster, come here! Mother will be mad… Jaster! Ne’kho! Yaim’ola! Jaster… Iviin’yc, vod, buir pare! - Ne’kho! Come home! Jaster… Quick, “sibling”, mother is waiting! Gev - stop it!

this chapter was a long time coming, i was honestly just stuck on making jaster's design work because I wanted a visual for the old lad to go with this. i hope you love him as much as i do! ❥

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