#pls let me just have hunter feelings or something normal

[goldenstring6123]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNXxJ8TM/

THIS IS SO CUTE PLS I CAN SO CLEARLY SEE THE LADS MEN DOING THIS 😭 and the comment section had me dying where is evb finding these MEN 😔🙏

Lnds: Sleepy time!

Warning: No warnings, afab!reader, fem!reader

Authors note: Fluff (not a lot of it) and a bit of domestic stuff.

Sylus:

It had been 30 minutes since you left the bedroom. Sylus was already well on his side of the mattress, reading the news while waiting for you to come back. He thought you were just up and about doing your normal routine of drinking herbal tea and doing skincare, but it was taking you far longer than usual.

He settled the tablet down on the nightstand and walked out of the bedroom. He searched for you in every room he passed by, and when he arrived at the guest bedroom at the end of the hall, there you were, perfectly tucked in under the unused duvet.

You were curled into a ball and too engrossed in the video you were watching; you didn't even notice the black fuzzy threads wrapping around your weird curled-up position. You lifted off from the bed, and when you came to, the view was of Sylus' back as you involuntarily made your way back to his bedroom.

"So you're not going to put me down?" you asked, paying attention to the video again. "Are manners not a thing anymore?"

The brooding man didn't spare you a glance. "I'm not open for discussion. You're supposed to sleep in my bedroom. Our bedroom."

"I just wanted a bed all to myself," you uttered. Here you were, planning what to watch and what to eat for the whole night, and this guy managed to foil it.

"I don't share the same sentiment, sweetie. You have the bed every time I'm overseas on a work trip. It's even infested with your colorful pillows," he opened the door to the bedroom and reeled you in, gesturing to your side of the bed which had vibrant pillows and bed 'pets,' as you like to refer to them.

"You really can't sleep without me, can you, Mr. Big guy? Afraid that someone's under the bed or something?"

"I'm more afraid that you're going to ravage my food pantry when you're not in my line of sight."

"The guest bedroom is nowhere near the pantry and I don't ravage it—I simply take a few snacks," you clarified. "Greg would be sad if the food spoils."

"Either way, you sleep in my bedroom or my couch, nowhere else, sweetie."

"Admit it: You like my company, don't you?" You gave him a cheeky grin.

"Yes, yes," Sylus agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "You make a good meat shield when we get attacked in this bedroom."

"Oh wow. Reduced to a shield." You rolled your eyes in return and slipped under the covers. "That's Onychinus' leader for you."

"Right. Are you done now? I still have an early schedule for tomorrow."

"Alright, alright. I'm heading to bed now. You can sleep."

"Good. Now come here." Sylus opened his arms and you found yourself huddled right into it like it was the perfect mold. You shifted a bit and could feel his muscles relax against your back.

"Why did you feel the need to sleep in the guest room tonight?" Sylus asked under his breath.

"I was planning on reading comics all night. Tara recommended a new romance comic which I like, but knowing you, you'd probably take my phone away."

"Then it looks like I will be the bad guy tonight."

"Maybe. Until you fall asleep." You shrugged.

You hear the handcuffs being pulled out.

Shit.

Xavier:

3:02 AM, it says on the clock. You weren't on the bed. It was cold and it was proof that you never went on it, which was odd considering you told sleepy little Xavier that you were going to stay over. Poor little tired hunter was exhausted after a day's work and couldn't help but doze off while watching you do your little night ritual of moisturizing and doing a facemask.

Xavier sat on the side of the bed, letting out a big yawn. He didn't know where you were, but all he knew was that he didn't like being alone. From his palm, a faint whirlpool of light emanated, enough to guide him through his dark abode. His first thought was maybe you were watching in the living room. You weren't there. He then headed to the small bedroom right beside his, a spare one for guests, but it went unused when you both shared the same bed now.

He tried his best to quietly open the door. There he saw a little bump on the mattress and it made his heart squeeze; you were adorable and looked so small. Xavier tiptoed and folded the blanket away from you. He took a deep breath and lifted you up bridal style, pressing you against his chest.

"hm?…Xavier?" you slurred, vision dark and blurry.

"I'm moving you to our bedroom," he kissed the top of your head and continued his journey to the other room.

"You were sleeping," you paused, looking for the word. The drowsiness didn't seem to go away. "didn't want to…disturb you."

Xavier wanted to say something, but he and you both arrived at the side of the bed. He gently laid you down and placed a pillow between your limbs, which you automatically hugged. Xavier crawled to his side of the bed and yanked the cover over the both of you. Though you both weren't exactly touching, the little hunter's heart eased at your presence.

Gladly, he went back to sleep, hoping to maybe see you in his dreams.

Zayne:

Zayne's house was far too quiet when he arrived. It was only 7 o'clock, and by then you'd usually be in the kitchen, peeking your head out with a ladle in hand. There was no "welcome back" nor a simple "hello," but what did he expect? You were mad at him.

It's a shallow fight, really. Zayne decided to put you on alcohol time-out and took your hidden beers that you were so ready to drink after a grueling day at work. Zayne's judgment was far better than yours because when you get drunk beyond mental capacity, you tend to make a mess of the house, and you turn into a rage-filled, feisty lady. Moreover, you'd been chain-drinking for the whole week, and Zayne was getting concerned because you kept having hangovers.

His hands twisted on the knob to the little library of his house, where he would always find you on nights like these. There you were, curled in the lazy boy sofa and turned away from him. You were awake, but you didn't want to look at your lover.

"I'm home," Zayne declared.

"Dinner's in the fridge. Heat it up," you responded and closed your eyes. Zayne's footsteps grew closer and closer to you, and you felt his palm land on your shoulder.

"Your back will hurt if you sleep in that position."

The sofa might look soft and admittedly it's pretty comfortable to sit on for a long period of time, but with the curled-up position you have, it was bound to hurt when you fall asleep.

"I'm perfectly fine," you replied.

"Don't be stubborn." Zayne decided to pick you up. You wanted to thrash and get out of his grasp, but then you would look childish.

"I don't want to be with you tonight."

Zayne kept his lips in a thin line. He's more than aware that you're saying that because you're mad, but still—It hurts to hear it from you.

Gently, Zayne settled you in the middle of the bed. "I'll sleep in the living room. Stay here," he whispered and tucked the blanket over your shoulders. It was dark in the bedroom, so you couldn't exactly see him. You rolled over to face away from your lover and patiently waited for him to leave.

1:34 AM. You couldn't sleep. A can of beer would do you some good, but your tongue wasn't craving the bitterness of it. Instead, your mind looped over to a few hours ago when you said something that you didn't mean. It was harsh now that you think about it.

Now Zayne is keeping his distance from you. The owner of the house is sleeping on the couch.

With two pillows and a blanket in hand, you made your way down the flight of mahogany stairs. The living room was in full view, and Zayne was fast asleep on the couch. You nudged the two ottomans to the space between the coffee table and the main sofa. Then you threw the pillows and spread the blanket wide, letting it flutter down while you made yourself fit on the ottoman chairs.

You left a few spaces between you and Zayne, one that was filled by the cold pillow.

2:46 AM. Zayne stirred awake and found a blanket draped over his body. Beside him was his supposedly angry lover, clutching the hem of his shirt. He stared up into the chandelier above and took the pillow that was bordering between them, used it as his own, and pulled you closer, nudging the blanket over both of you even more.

Rafayel:

He's standing by the doorway, tapping his foot while a plushie was tucked under his armpit. He was frowning, and you could even see it through the dark.

"What?" you asked, shining the phone his way.

"So you're going to leave me alone tonight? Is that how you're going to play?" He was mad-mad, but that's why you were confused.

"Hey, drama king—you were complaining earlier in the day about my bad sleeping habits—I'm giving you the bed now so you can be at ease, but now you're mad at me again. Do you want me to sleep on the floor of your bedroom or something?"

"Duh? Of course not. I'm just complaining because it's true, but I never said you should sleep in the guest room."

"Then are you going to be alright with my sleeping habits?"

"No."

"Then sleep alone."

An audible gasp could be seen on the expression of the Lemurian. He looked so offended with the end of the conversation, but you weren't having it, so you plopped back onto the bed and hid under the covers, hoping that he'd go away.

The moment you peeked back out, you were rapidly crushed under heavy weight, making you sink to the bottom of the bed. Rafayel lay spread out on top of you, keeping you in your position and crushing you underneath him.

"Get off me! You're heavy!" You struggled underneath the blanket, nudging him and kicking him, but he pretended to be a dead body floating in the water. Rafayel kept still; if verbal convincing won't work, then he'll have to make you change your mind.

"Fine! Fine! I'll sleep with you!" you screamed. He rolled to the side, propped his elbows up, and rested his head on his palm. You just wanted to rub that triumphant grin off his face. He happily scooted underneath the blankets and hogged your side of the bed, wrapping his hand around you and shutting his eyes.

You didn't want to make a big deal of it further and decided to head to bed as well.

You were stirred awake by a strain in your neck. The lids of your eyes lifted at the electrifying pain that traveled to your head. You squinted, barely able to process the faint blue outside the window. Your body was spread out again, and nearby you could see Rafayel making use of the awkward space he was left with.

Guilt washed over your tired body.

Without much thought left, you held onto two pillows and let your body slip down to the carpeted floor. You hugged the pillow and placed another one under your head, liking the furry texture that brushed the side of your bare arms and legs. You closed your eyes again and let the tiredness wash over you.

It was cold for a summer morning. A large yawn escaped your lips and you patiently waited for your eyes to focus, and when they did, your eyes widened immediately at the beautiful sight of a sleeping Lemurian. Rafayel, too, was now on the floor, using his own arm as a pillow.

You tapped on his shoulder, and he just pulled you down back to the floor. "Five more minutes," he groaned, burying his face in your collar. Luckily, it was a Saturday, and you didn't have to go to work. You could indulge him in the meantime.

Author's footnotes: lol the tiktok was very cute, something that you'd see in a rom-com enemies to lovers sort of romance story. It would be a pretty redundant snippet if every situation is the same for the love interest so I took the liberty of changing things a bit.

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[prentissluvr]

sammy brain rot hours:

feminism leaves my body when i look at sam winchester,, wanna be a good lil housewife for him (!!!) (like im their bobby yk? mostly doing research from the bunker, joining on hunts occassionally) welcome him home with a kiss and home cooked meals (idk how to cook proper food) and and and bombard him with love and force him to take a day’s break after each hunt ,, cuddle him , go with him on walks (god pls) ,, listen to his nerd talk

i deserve it 😭

thank u for listening to me yap

-mwuah 💋

GIRL YOU ARE SO TRUE FOR THIS AND I MEAN THAT !!! i love this for you actually, like this is facts of you to say and it's so valid and yeah! i think that's the real stuff. and like there's actually so so much merit to that kind of thing, like bro research is so hard imo HAHA so you'd be so strong for that. and yeah who's to say you can be a badass hunter when you want to be! but like bro i think it'd be nice not to have to do all that travel and hard physical labor of yk killing stuff and almost getting killed. and then yeah!! that means you're likely far more well rested than sammy when he gets home which means that you can take care of him hehehehe.

like him being greeted with a kiss from you after a long drive is just so beyond amazing for him, it's so comforting and relaxing and lord knows that he needs and deserves that. plus you have food from him that's not from a diner?? this must be the real heaven for him. like i also cannot cook for the life of me, but mans loves salad! you could just makes him a simple salad and he'd be so delighted because it has freshly cut apples, his favorite dressing, and non-soggy greens! like how amazing is that! genuinely you could makes the simplest of things (which is the only thing that i personally am capable of LOL) and he'd just be so delighted <3 like anything homemade is such a rarity for him and it's genuinely actually something really really special to him when you make him food and now i'm getting all soft and emotional about the fact that sam's barely had that sort of thing in his life. for some people hand made food is an indicator of home, and we all know that sam has never really had that. anyways crying because you just make the bunker somewhere infinitely better to come back to purely with your presence. on top of that, you make him salads and kiss him sweetly and you make him lay in bed and let him cuddle you to his heart's content. like truly you're such a comfort to him i can't :,)

and walks!! oh god i literally was thinking about how much sam would love love love to go on walks with his partner, genuinely. he loves the fresh air under a circumstance so domestic and normal and it's made a million times better by you. your hand in his makes him feel so calm and it gives him those little pieces of normalcy that he craves, no matter the fact that he'll always choose this life. you give him balance and something pure and good to come home to. and ahhhh yes the nerd talk <333 i'm making heart eyes right now for real. he feels so so so grateful for someone to talk to about all these little random facts of knowledge that he has floating around in his head! in instead of shutting him down or calling him a nerd (well, sometimes you do but it's done so lovingly that he doesn't care) you actually will listen, and even ask him follow up questions! he's just so excited to share things with you <33

argh i love him so bad and i thank you for sending this ask, i'm always so so happy to listen to your yapping hehe i love it <33 but you so got my thoughts flowing so ty for that hehe <33 love it sm fr <33

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 9 batchersss

Let's do it 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x05

"I get my own comm device?" she's so excited and it's so big on her lil arm 🥺🤲

Wrecker working out with Gonky

Echo: "the jedi trusted him" Tech: "the jedi who are all dead" bro 💀 I mean he has a point but still

dad batch telling Omega her comm isn't a toy...

*2 seconds later* Omega sneaking off to use her comm as a toy 😂

Echo and Hunter mom and dad going through the rules with Omega

(fun fact my mum knows their rules because I say them to her lmao)

Tech's reaction to seeing Cid's place is literally "charming 👀" oml he's roasting her before he even meets her I love him sm

the two guys Ahsoka set free !!! on Oba diah !!!

Hunter: 'who is Cid?' Echo: 'I literally have no idea' 💀

Tech: "that would've been information to share earlier" brooo his sass level as at an all time high this ep 👑

TURN AROUND RN BOYS ITS NOT WORTH IT

Omega is so smart fr 💕

Echo mom grabbing Omega's hand before she touches the sharp thingy

CID WHY TF DO YOU HAVE CLONE HELMETS IN YOUR STUPID LITTLE OFFICE LIKE THEYRE DECORATIONS

I don't hate a lot of star wars characters, but Cid is definitely one of them now ngl

DONT DO IT BOYS IT'S A TRAP

Wrecker and Omega high five 💕💕💕💕

Cid called Wrecker "it" I'm- 😡

Wreckers headaches are getting worse 🥲🙃

I know someone has spoken about this before but I just cannot get over the way Omega hugs her little clone doll when she finds out some people are sold and treated like property 😭💔 it's like poetry but not the nice kind

Omega: "poor Muchi she looks scared" 🤲

another fun fact my dad says this all the time hehe oops (no my parents have not seen tbb)

oop Hunter dad told Omega to stay on the ship

shhh they're sneaking 🤫

I MISS THEM SO BAD THEYRE DOING MISSION THINGS LIKE "Echo, sitrep" idk it just feels so tcw I'm emotional 🥲

Wrecker hits his head count: 5

Hunter and Tech got the zappy net oop

Omega: "now she's a bad batcher" screaming, crying, kicking my feet, throwing myself across the room

Omega always calls for Hunter first 🥺

STOP ZAPPING OUR BOYS 😡

Wrecker trying to comfort the lil green baby 🥲

Tech's dramatic sigh count: 583

Omega has the brain cell this ep fr

THE TALKING WITHOUT WORDS GETS ME EVERY FREAKING TIME I SWEAR

ew get ur crusty feral slaver ass outta here, skug

lmao Echo shouting to Omega like 'we are unarmed pls arm us' 😂

WAIT I saw someone posting about this, if anyone knows what I'm talking about pls tag the op or something please !! but they were talking about how Echo seems so willing to work with Omega in the field, like he trusts her despite her being a child, possibly because he'd worked alongside Ahsoka as a child, like for him it's normal to work with a child soldier. so while the rest of the batch are like ??? how to talk to babies ??? Echo is giving her battlefield instructions and gives her a bit more 'freedom' (for lack of a better word) in the field

lmao Wrecker's way of distracting the guards is to take out some guy's ankles 💀

"I wasn't sneaking... I was unlocking" YESSSS OMEGAAAA 🥰💕👑🙌

screwdriver hand go brrr

Echo: "the rancor is Muchi???" 🤨🙃 poor baby just needs a nap fr

okay but Hunter just throws Echo's pack at him from like 10ft away 💀 then Wrecker immediately throws him his helmet 👀 yes I watched it multiple times 🤫

Echo again !! he straight up volunteers to take Omega with him 💕

Tech is an ipad kid

OMEGA GRABBING THE LITTLE GREEN BABY'S HAND 🥺

get them Muchi !! tear those slavers apart !!! (insert evil Nimona face)

Wrecker's big nod to slide his helmet over his face properly teehee

Wrecker hits his head count: 6

Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the-

do not ask me how many times I've watched this scene... just don't

but the answer is yes

anyway back to being normal lmao

Omega finding her laser bow 🙌 !!! + Echo mom calling aftet her lololol

Muchi thrashed that slaver pet fr

Wrecker: 'challenge accepted' *fights rancor*

Bib Fortuna and the guards for the ot vibes 🥰

Omega riding Muchi !!! very Fett of her hehe

"I'm good with secrets" yeah and I'm good at going to bed before 3am 🙄 pfft good with secrets my ass Ciddarin 😠

tysm for joining again friends 💕 I actually meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep oopsie

but I'm running out of time lolol so I'm gonna have to watch a few eps a day now !!

who else is terrified for s3 👀

It's almost 3am and these are the only 2 pics I can find from this ep 🥲 feel free to reblog and add more 💕

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Uh uh uh can i pls get a headcanon style post of finn dealing with his s/o's bipolar or borderline personality disorder? I was really touched by how u did ur autistic s/o kol post and it made me so happy and i feel like ud do other disorders/not "normal" things well bc ppl hardly do things out of the norm for x readers lol. But if its too hard im fine with just finn x autistic!reader djdjjdndnd its ok if u dont vibe with the req u dont have to do im happy with ur usual posts! Thank you!!!! 💚💚💚

Infinitely Ordinary

Finn Mikaelson x BPD!reader Headcanons || Here lies my Masterlist

Warnings: None

A/N: Please listen to Infinitely Ordinary by the Wrecks while you read this. You won't regret it.

Let's get one thing straight, right off the bat.

You're not an attention-seeker. 

It's not that you crave validation or anything, it's just that people have so many expectations of how you should behave. Is it really that big of a crime for you to wish you were a little less bland?

Seriously, you live in a town populated by vampires, doppelgangers, hunters, witches, werewolves, and hybrids. And sure, you're not actually involved with any of that - which is great because you like being alive, actually - but it's just that…

Well, this is your life… and you feel like a side character.

When you were little, you never had a lot - never felt like you did anything exciting -  so you made up a lot of stories. 

You got really, really good at it. Yet, you stopped once you grew up a little bit and realized that everyone is actually pretty ordinary and you don't always have to stand out in order to be seen. You stopped because life was normal.

Until it wasn't.

As things got crazier in Mystic Falls, you started telling stories again. 

You made things up. You lied.  

You did it a lot.

Now, it was never anything bad - never anything harmful. You just wanted to be better. You didn't want to be slow, didn't want to be boring, didn't want to be left behind. You didn't want to be annoying or any inconvenience to… well to anyone.

So you just lied.

And, slowly, quietly, without you even really noticing - things got out of hand.

You didn't just tell lies. You started living them.

You said you liked things and people that you didn't. (You went out drinking with Damon Salvatore, who you absolutely despised, and he would always order you bourbon because you'd said that was your favorite too even though you would honestly rather just have a Coke.) 

You told people that you'd been to places and cities you'd never so much as thought about visiting. (Then you spent hours researching literally everything you could possibly learn about those places in case someone asked you about them. You had to maintain the lie.)

You made up an entire personality - several of them. You became someone you simply weren't.

You went places you didn't want to go. Like the Mikaelson Ball for example.

That was where you met him. 

It was so odd because he noticed you and you weren’t even doing anything. You were just standing at the bar, frowning into the drink Damon had ordered for you. 

“Are the drinks not to your liking?” He just wandered up to you and asked. 

Turns out, that one question was all you needed to break. You started panicking in the middle of the foyer. There were too many people around and too many people you needed to be all at the same time.

You didn’t even know his name but he took you out to the gardens of that mansion and you probably scared him out of his wits when you started screaming. You just had to get it out. Luckily, the Mikaelson’s had soundproof walls.

He just sat next to you with a hand on your shoulder until you finished screaming. 

“Can I tell you something?” You’d asked. “You can’t tell anyone else.”

He just shrugged. “I have no one to tell.”

You ended up spilling the whole bloody story - all the lies you’d ever told and how sick you were of keeping up with them. You told him how trying to keep track of what lies you’d told to who was like riding on a carousel that never stopped spinning. You told him how empty you felt all the time. You told him how you felt like you were slowly going insane.

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

And somehow, he’d said exactly what you needed to hear.  

“I don’t think who or what you are is important so much. It's what you do that matters.”

“And what should I do?” 

“Perhaps… tell the lies that make you happy. Then go from there.” 

“Is that what you do?”

He smiled. “Most days.”

Then you went home and that was that. Or so you thought. 

You started seeing him around more often. Every time you saw him, you remembered what he’d said. His words, it turned out, made you rather happy and the changes from there came slowly. You stopped hanging out with people you hated. Stopped accepting things you didn’t want.

You asked him on a date before you asked him his name. The two of you went mini-golfing and it was spectacularly ordinary. 

The two of you go on a lot of walks. They help you clear your head. It gets noisy in there sometimes. Luckily, Finn is a great listener.

You didn’t really stop lying exactly, but you started telling more truths and that was significant you thought. 

His siblings make fun of both of you for being boring. He reassures you that's better than destroying yourself trying to be something you're not.

You didn’t really realize that your mood swings were actually mood swings until you met Kol. The two of you react to each other like thermite reacts to ice. That is to say - you can’t be in the same room for any amount of time without trying to tear one another’s throats out.

“Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!!!”

You would deck that kid if not for Finn. He had to pull you out of the room. He looked very concerned. Which was nice but you couldn’t understand why.

“Do you need to go somewhere to calm down?”

“Why? I’m not actually mad. He was just talking too much.”

It was Finn who suggested you go talk to someone. That was when you were diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Yet, he never judged you for it. 

Provided you stayed away from Kol, your mood swings typically remain confined to less violent emotions. You get really excited over the smallest things and Finn thinks it is the purest thing he’s ever seen.

Both of you fear that the other is going to leave. In fact, when he told you what Esther was planning to do, you nearly lost your mind. 

After spacing out for three hours or so, you made it your mission to throttle that witch. You told her she couldn’t kill him - that you weren’t afraid to kill her again if she tried. And it was true. You really weren’t afraid to kill in order to keep Finn around. 

In hindsight, threatening the woman who created vampirism probably wasn’t a great idea. She threw you off the upstairs balcony. 

Unfortunately for her, Finn saw the whole thing. You were willing to fight for him, whether it be his siblings or his mother. 

He would return the favor. No matter the cost.

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[avatarmerida]

Huntlow palisman ride? They were flying together on clover in trailer..... 🤧

Thank you for reminding me I had something in my docs for this very occasion. I need my sad son to relax and sit normal pls Dana I beg you.

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They had been flying in for only a few minutes but the silence made it feel like hours. When they decided to continue on staff, Hunter wordlessly paired up with her. He didn’t ask, he didn’t need to. She had seen him reach out his hand to begin summoning his own staff before he stopped himself, remembering why that was no longer an option. 

Willow hated seeing Hunter like this. She hated seeing any of her friends sad, but something about the way sadness came far too naturally to his face made her heart sink even deeper. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew she had to say something. She needed to drag him away from the unkind thoughts he was surely thinking. He had sat down behind her sideway as though he was leaning against the railing by the docks, as though he was indifferent towards balance. If he wasn’t such a skilled flyer, Willow would worry he would fall off, but she would never let that happen. 

He must’ve known that and that was why he did not hold onto her waist, and Willow did not press despite selfishly wanting to. She wanted to wrap Hunter in a hug so tight there would be no room for despair of any kind, but assumed he might want some distance now. She would keep him as close as he was willing to let her. She knew this was a very serious, very dark moment  and she needed to allow Hunter to feel and process his grief but she could lose Hunter to the darkness. Even if he could not see the light, she would make it her mission to ensure he felt it. 

So she faked her best smile, even though he could not see it he would know it was there. He would know she would always be there.

“Hey,” she said, summoning him from his mind. He shook his head the way he did when she interrupted a daydream. She wished she had interrupted a daydream. 

“Hey,” he responded, his voice hoarse and weak. He sniffled lightly but Willow pretended she didn’t notice. 

“Looks like you’ll need another haircut soon,” she said gently, treading slowly. “Or I can braid your hair like this when we land, it would look nice.”

She tentatively reached out behind her, and put a lock behind his ear to see his face better. He turned away and let the hair move back to cover him. Willow frowned, but only for a moment. 

“Here,” said Willow, shifting her weight to sit sideways like him as she removed the flower clip from her hair and quickly put it in his. She allowed her hand to linger on his cheek before turning to her former position. “Now I can see your face better.”

“Why would you want to?” he said gruffly. “I look so much more like him now. And now that you know... what I am. Why would you wanna see me after I lied to you for months?”

“Hunter, you didn’t lie to us,” she said. “You were still trying to figure out how you felt about it. Was I surprised? Yeah, but it’s not something that could make me like you any less. You just weren’t ready to tell anyone, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“What if... I was never gonna be ready?” he said softly. “I wanted to pretend that it wasn't a big deal, that it wasn’t real but I should’ve known it would come out sooner or later.”

“I mean, the way I found out wasn’t... ideal,” admitted Willow, the image of an unconscious Hunter flashed in her mind and made her shudder. “But I’m sorry you didn't have control over how we found out. I know sometimes scary and confusing things are a little easier to deal with when you can talk about them with people and I know you had Luz but I’m pretty sure she knows even less about Grimwalkers than the rest of us.”

“What do… you know about Grimwalkers?”

“Well, not much I guess,” admitted Willow. “We were always taught they were just stories and the stories weren’t exactly-.

“Nice?”

“-accurate,” finished Willow. “I can see that now, having gotten to meet one.”

There was a pause. Willow wondered if she had said the right thing. 

“What if I’m lying?” Hunter said in a hollow voice, as though the sentence had echoed in his mind before making its way out. “I spent so much time lying and what if you don’t actually like me because I’m still lying and I just don’t know it and-.”

Hunter found himself suddenly leaning forward and crashing into Willow, who had stopped Clover suddenly. His arms subconsciously wrapped around her as though worried she would fall off completely and he would somehow secure her. 

“Hey, call yourself a liar one more time and I’m turning this staff around mister,” said Willow sternly, glaring back at him. Hunter smiled in spite of himself, knowing she was only half joking. She took off again at full speed and Hunter tightened his grip on her, which would normally make him blush but the contact felt relaxing so he did not break it. Willow took that as a good sign. “And you are a terrible liar by the way. You could never lie about who you are.”

He rested his face against her back, suddenly overcome by the feeling how truly tired he was. “But I did, I never told you I was a-.”

“That’s what you are, not who you are,” corrected Willow. “Who you are is a kind, smart, funny dork who puts his whole heart into everything he does. You’ve never lied about that, even when you pretended to be a Hexside student.” She very purposely did not say Caleb. “That’s who you’ve always been, whether or not you were always able to show it.”

“Yeah I guess,” said Hunter, still unable to shake the shame he felt.

“If I didn’t tell you about how I used to get called half-a-witch, would it make it any less true?”

“No, but you’re not-!”

“I know I’m not,” said Willow, genuinely smiling at his lack of hesitation to reassure her. “But that’s what I believed for a long time and I didn’t like that about myself. I didn’t like thinking about that time and how I felt about myself. Because even though I wasn't half-a-witch, I was still lonely. I was still unhappy and scared. It was hard to accept that, and I wish that people never knew that part of me and sometimes and I don’t always wanna talk about it. But I can’t change it. If I didn’t tell you about that time and you found out about it anyway would you be mad at me?”

“Of course not,” said Hunter, his voice regaining strength. “I’d be mad at the people who made you feel that way but not you because it wasn’t your fault you were just-.”

“Exactly,” said Willow looking back at him again now with a sweet smile on her face. “So why would I ever hold something like that against you? Why would I ever care about who you were supposed to be or who you look like when the person you truly are is pretty great? You didn’t decide how you got here, but I think you can decide to make the best of it, ya know? Change tracks, all the cool witches are doing it.”

He held onto her tighter and buried his face in her hair as he tried not to audibly cry. He had always imagined this conversation taking a turn for the worst, maybe even being the last time they ever spoke, and here she was talking to him like it changed nothing. How could it change everything about the way he saw himself and do nothing to how she saw him? How could her words be so soft and gentle and still be anything but empty? They were small and wonderful and carried far more than their fair share. Willow was just like her words.

There was a long pause as what she said washed over him. He focused on her breathing and her heartbeat as he tried to sync his own to it. It was so hard to process that this wasn’t hard for her to process. 

“But you did tell me about your stuff,” Hunter choked, trying in vain not to get tears on her outfit. “You trusted me with your secret and I didn’t trust you with mine.”

“Well, don’t worry I still have plenty of secrets,” said Willow with a mischievous tone. 

Willow looked ahead and saw the rest of the group landing and made her way towards the ground as well. She knew this wasn’t their final destination, but Camila was still getting used to flying and needed breaks to stretch her legs and breath easier every so often and the break was not unwelcome by the rest of the group. Hunter loosened his grip and prepared to jump off before they had fully landed as though he needed to test the safety of the ground for her (really he just wanted to wipe his face before Willow fully looked at it again). 

“Would it make you feel better if I told you one of my secrets?” Willow asked as Clover returned to her palisman form and flew over to sit on Hunter’s shoulder. “Then we’d be even, secret wise.”

“You don’t have to, Captain,” Hunter replied, touching her clip in his hair and feeling like she had already done too much. “I don’t want to violate your privacy.”

“Yeah, you should let me do it!” Gus’ voice rang suddenly from beside him, appearing out of nowhere. “Since Luz spilled your secret, I can spill one of Willow’s so it’ll be totally even.”

 Willow laughed at the confused look that overtook Hunter’s face, clearly wondering how long Gus had been listening and for a moment there was no room for sadness. 

“I don’t know...” said Hunter.

“It’ll be fun! We can have a secret club!” Gus said excitedly. “Like a secret secret club where our secrets make us stronger! That’s the best part of having friends, you get more secrets! Secrets! Secrets!”

He summoned a collection of illusions of smaller Guses to sit on their shoulders and join his chorus, helping recruit Willow and Hunter to their exclusive members only group. The pair couldn’t help but laugh at the joy the notion brought to Gus, so determined to let their secrets make them closer.

“We can talk about our deepest secrets, our oldest secrets, our most embarrassing secrets…” he began to list. “Oh! Secrets we have about each other!”

“Oh, yeah! Like when you replaced Hunter’s hair gel with toothpaste and told him it had expired!” Willow giggled brightly, inspired by Gus’ energy.

Hunter’s laughter paused. “Wait, you did what?”

“Willow!” Gus exclaimed, his tiny illusions vanishing as he focused on the plant witch. “Why would you say that now?”

“Well, you said you were gonna tell him eventually anyway!” Said Willow in her defense. 

“Yeah, but then he cut his hair and didn’t even need it anymore!’ said Gus urgently before turning to Hunter. “Sorry dude, but in my defense you were using like alot of gel.”

“See Hunter? Everyone has secrets,” Willow assured and Gus remembered he had come over to expose her, not the other way around. 

“That’s right!” said Gus eagerly. “Like remember that guy on the bus who made fun of your shoes with the holes? Willow put poison ivy on his seat even after you asked her not to!”

“Gus!” Exclaimed Willow but quickly shrugged it off as she would not have denied it if pressed. “Eh, I stand by that one.”

“Okay then,” Gus racked his brain, taking that as a sign to put forth another secret. “Well, Willow snores so loud that one time Camila thought there was a thunderstorm outside and brought in all the lawn furniture inside!”

Willow gave a melodramatic gasp. “Well, Gus can’t tie his shoes without magic!”

“Willow stole her costume from the costume shop!”

“Gus ate two DVDs!”

“Willow is afraid of ladybugs!”

“Gus cheats every time you play video games!”

“Willow had a crush on you when you first met!” Gus declared as though he was tattling, pointing to Willow accusingly.

Willow slowly turned her head to Gus, her eyes no longer held the sparkle of good natured teasing, they held storm clouds. “Augustus!” She said, her voice low and serious with the power of thunder lurking within it, envying the boom that she had only known while dreaming. 

“Whaaat? You were gonna tell him eventually, right?” Gus teased in a singsong tone, using her own words against her.

“Anyway!” Willow said, quickly moving on before Hunter could ask any follow up questions. ”What we’re trying to say is that you don’t have to tell us everything,” she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “But we want you to know that you can.”

“So... it’s okay if I have some secrets?”

“Of course, everyone does!” assured Willow gently. “Well, at least we did.” She chuckled lightly.

“Thanks you guys,” said Hunter softly, placing his hand atop hers. “You've just been so awesome about so much and I really did want to tell you I just... didn’t know how.”

“And that’s okay,” said Gus, placing his hand on Hunter’s other shoulder. "It's not an easy thing to wrap your head around, it's understandable that you’d need time. Not to mention a lot has been going on, I mean that’s why Willow never told you her thing. Plus I... kind of figured it out.”

“That Willow wanted to crush on me?”

“Oh my Titan” said Willow to herself, slightly mortified that Gus had chosen now to forget his filter and used her free hand to hide her face and the blush that rushed its way onto her cheeks. She took a deep breath to compose herself, somewhat relieved that Hunter slightly misunderstood. “No, he meant the grim-walker thing.”

“Oh,” said Hunter, a similar flush brushing his ears though he wasn’t sure why.

“Well, we could tell you were hiding something,” said Gus. “But we could also tell you happy for probably the first time ever, so we didn’t press.”

“So me being... a grimwalker... doesn’t change what you guys think of me, does it?”

“Of course not,” assured Gus. “All it changes is what we know about you. I mean, it’s no harder to get past than finding out you’re the Golden Guard and kidnapping us.”

“Yeah, I bet Willow really wanted to crush me after that huh?” asked Hunter, able to joke about the instance now, finally in better headspace around it. Is that what sharing secrets did? Made the hard things funny?

“Dude, that’s not what-.” Started Gus.

“Shush!” Said Willow, covering Gus’ mouth with her hand before turning to Hunter as though she wasn’t preventing Gus from escaping her clutches. “The point is, we care about you, no matter what. And we’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

Gus freed himself from Willow’s grasp. “Yeah dude! We’ve got your back!

“Thank you, I ... hope I’m worthy of the effort,” said Hunter with a heavy sigh. “Especially after all the trouble I’ve brought everyone.”

“Ah, we’d end up finding trouble eventually,” said Willow.

“Yeah, you can’t take all the credit,” agreed Gus. “I mean, Willow keeps flesh eating plants as pets, we have plenty of experience with trouble!”

“Gus! That was a secret too!”

“Just from Camila!”

Hunter laughed again, having had a huge part in helping Willow grow the prized plants in the garden and then replant in pots when they started to fight. He also had the teeth marks to prove it. He hadn’t realized they already shared a secret and it had brought them closer.

“I don’t wanna keep any more secrets from you guys,” he said softly as tears returned to his eyes, but they were not tears that weighed him down as his tears had been earlier. “So I just wanna tell you... you’re the best friends I could ever ask for.”

“Aw!” Said Willow as she pulled both her boys in for a hug, which they both quickly leaned into. Hunter held onto both of them both tightly, feeling lighter now.

“Well, I mean that’s not technically a secret but okay this is still a nice moment,” said Gus as Willow squeezed them both tighter, allowing Hunter to linger in the light a little longer. She knew grief and acceptance were not linear and were even harder to balance but she and Gus could outshine anything and they would always include Hunter in that brighter side. 

When the time came to get back to flying, Willow hopped onto her staff and held out her hand for Hunter to take as she pulled him up. He sat the way he had previously, dangling his legs off the side, able to be self conscious about crowding her and sitting too close to her again.

“You should probably hold on,” said Willow. “It looks like there’s some wind coming up ahead. I don’t want you to fall off.”

There wasn’t.

“Oh, yeah of course,” said Hunter, timidly wrapping her arms around her waist. It felt so natural and scary at the same time. But he easily leaned into the contact, feeling as though he had not finished hugging her earlier, as though he could not express his gratitude for her enough.  “Yeah, I uh, I think I see it too.”

He didn’t. 

But that could stay their secret.  

[saturn-sends-hugs]

OK I’M DOING IT I’M CAVING

BAD BATCH EPISODE PREDICTIONS:

Heads up I haven’t seen any leaks or researched anything so this probably won’t be accurate pshkssbks (also no spoilers, just trailer references!)

First off, Ep3: The Solitary Clone??? Who??? I’ve seen some people theorizing that this could be Crosshair which would be SO EXCITING LIKE PLEASE!!! I WANT TO SEE HIMMMM. It could also be Rex, Cody, or Wolffe which would be great too (It better not mean Echo is leaving because omg I WOULD SOB NO)

Ep4: Faster To me this seems like it’s probably where we see Tech pod racing, I mean it just makes sense right? I think it’s either that or the Batch has to physically work faster due to the Empire finding out they’re still alive or something.

Ep5: Entombed omg fear. What is that. What does that MEAN. Please tell me it’s just like a semi-filler episode where some of them get trapped in a cave or something normal please let it be something normal and not absolutely devastating mr filoni please 🫠🫠🫠

Ep6: Tribe This one could be really cute!! I feel like this is either referring to the Batch, some actually tribe they meet, or maybe Rex’s group?? Idk, but it seems pretty tame to me :)

Ep7: The Clone Conspiracy and Ep8: Truth and Consequences no. no stop THATS SO MEAN. THATS JUST CRUEL OMG. I feel like this is a direct connection to the Fives arc in TCW and THERE BETTER BE A NAME DROP PLEASE but also IM SO SCARED. On one hand it’s two episodes so yayyy!! But on the other, this really seems like it either has to do with the chips and Fives or some big secret/misunderstanding that might cause some serious tension within the Batch.

Ep9: The Crossing I mean come on. There’s no way this isn’t a play with Crosshairs name, why would this be the title if it’s not. I’m thinking this could be where Crosshair comes back (please), or maybe just Hunter and the Batch finally dealing with the fact that he left in the first place. Or maybe Crosshair is forced to work together with them again for a bit somehow? Or they just cross a big chasm or something and Crosshair is there. Could just be that.

Ep10: Retrieval ITS CROSSHAIR RIGHT. THEY’RE RETRIEVING CROSSHAIR THATS WHO IT IS RIGHT PLEASE I’M BEGGING. I think it’s either that or the Batch goes on some typical retrieval mission and along the way either rescues one of the Batch members from danger or maybe some other person (gungi?)

Ep11: Metamorphosis This could refer to so many things, but I think it might be the whole batch or just one member having a sort of revelation like:

If it’s the whole batch, maybe they’ll change and decide to join the fight against the Empire together

Omega: this could be her learning more about the world and maybe pushing back against Hunter to decide things for herself or disagree with what he wants to do

Cody?: I feel like this could be him breaking free of the control chip, maybe turning on/leaving the empire

It could also be Hunter finally deciding to have the batch join the rebellion, or Crosshair coming back (pleASE), or Echo leaving to join the rebellion alone (NO)

Ep12: The Outpost This one comes out the day before my birthday WOOO!!! My first thought here was Rishi Station, but honestly that connection is pretty unlikely. It could be Rex’s base or maybe the building we saw Cody walking up to in the trailer?

Ep13: Pabu what. is that a guy or…

Ep14: Tipping Point oh this could be so many things. It could be Cody and Crosshair fighting and one of them choosing a side, it could be one of them dying (omg no) making the others more determined to fight the empire, it could be Crosshair coming back (PLS), it could be Echo deciding to leave and join Rex with the rebellion (DONT), it could literally be so many things. In any case, it’s clearly the lead up to/start of the big end conflict, so it’s safe to assume something serious is going down and I’m scared.

Ep15: The Summit and Ep16: Plan 99 Honestly, I have no clue. Big conflict, some crazy Bad Batch plan, my only hope is that it requires Crosshair meaning we get him back by then? Hopefully it’s not like a last resort kind of plan meaning bad things are going to happen but I mean this is star wars, I can only expect pain.

Anyway, that was so long I seriously doubt anyone will read all this but if you have any other predictions I’d love to hear them! I always think these are so fun :)

[wulvert]

i cant even lie to u bald avery has become such a problem 4 me (/POS!!!!) i was doing one of my semifrequent rereads of paperteeth i do when i need a grasp on how 2 write their characters again nd i got whiplash seeing normal avery. my ass is NOT ready 2 perceive her usual form again on thursday (if ur updating that is!! pls do not feel pressured,,,)

do u perchance have any spare lore about avery (that isnt in blatant spoiler territory ofc),,,i dotn have any specific questions 2 help but i miss her. avtually i lied ive thought of one (1)

does she. does she paint her claws black or are they just Like That. the mental image of avery potentially just sitting there with a bottle of vantablack nail polish casually painting fuckign. CLAWS is so funny 2 me

I cant stop balding her its a problem like i think she needs to be baldified at some point bc i need her to exist in that form officially. ( i will i definitely wanna try stick to updating these next few weeks, bc of reasons )

avery lore.... im still pretty bad at thinking of things 2 mention unless asked direct questions but here are some extremely mundane things:

she can drive but she doesnt have a car. thats really boring. uh. lore. avery facts. all of her cutlery is silver, all her knives are silver, pretty much anything metal she owns is silver, same goes for her entire family so interacting with them, ever is gonna be a pain. (avery adopts gloves pretty quickly 2 be able to touch silver. and not get got by it (scarlet also does this quite often, u can see her wearing gloves in her introduction)) she doesnt have her ears pierced and now cant, because itd close up / reject immediately. (doesnt have them pierced bc she was always nervous about people ripping them out but more importantly just wouldnt be interested in wearing earrings) these are all really mundane facts. alive she was pretty neurotic about staying healthy (not bc she cares abt it for the sake of her wellbeing just parental influence 2 b perfect form 4 vampire murder always as long as possible) but she drinks a little more than she'd like to admit. (alcohol, not blood, though she drinks more blood than she'd like to admit, too. I guess. which isnt very much) is a little insecure about her nose crinkle when its pointed out but doesnt think about it outside of that. wears tall shoes so she can feel taller 2 the detriment of her ankles. works out exclusively from home refuses to do so in public spaces. she doesnt have much basic knowledge of subjects outside of tha supernatural... shes a little out of touch with non vampire hunter life, forgets most people actually dont think about vampires very much. after being forced to watch tv or movies she wont admit whether or not she likes something until the person she watched it with shares their opinion and she will lie accordingly (otherwise embarrassed) likes to be taken care of but wont let anyone take care of her becasue as you can see, shes LIKE THAT. modern day 2023 despite being much less pathetic, avery still tosses and turns all night (day) and scarlet has to put some weird asmr roleplay you're a worm and im making you a terrarium to thrive in (whispered) 3+ hour long youtube video in front of her to get any sleep. scarlet would totally make asmr actually. she'd make you're a wooden spork that i'm carving (DIY asmr, soft spoken). averys favourite blood type is A, not bc a for avery just because it tastes better to her. she doesnt know that in canon though. shes very intense about taking agnes to the vet whenever she does anything weird, shes always fine though and avery just gets got with vet bills. she found her in the bin. bin cat. meow. did i say that before? i think mightve sorry if that isnt fresh lore. avery & scarlet miss being warm it rly sucks being cold all the time. like. obviously. but like damn. that must suck, I hate being cold.

anyway I could go on.

the claws r naturally black but tbh she should paint them different colours 2 cope with the despair. theyre so inconvenient. she needs some kinda positive association with them. she has to custom order gloves to cover them up, cant just buy normal gloves bc the claws just. go through. they need to have a little point for her claws like little finger scabbards (she doesnt have claws on her feet but her toenails r also black 2 match. no reason other than i think itd look weird if they didnt. no intention of drawing her without socks on though so it doesnt matter-thats some lore.... other lore, the discoloured hands (like the greyness in some drawings i've posted) is a thing on its own aside from the claws, and does go away, but the claws are permanent. i think i said that though.

[yuichi-ro]

the second part to the hunter story;;; god its all he deserves all the love and happiness, pls baby boy. i cannot wait till the next episode i just wanna know whats up with him i hope he is getting the support he needs and deserves 😭

official tested for covid now and quarantined. throat hurts like hell, especially swallowing and coughing is the absolute worst ugh. but the rest is fine so i really shouldn’t complain. have a shit ton of throat stuff now so hopefully i can just pump myself full the next few days and survive.

nothing much else going on, need to find that creative flow again while i struggle w this shiet, in the meantime i just wanna say that kisaki was the cutest fugging kid ever and chubby cheek kisaki owns my entire heart.

i have been spending too much time on pinterest and all these cute comics;;

desperately need more simp kisaki

and bc i like u, have some dad! hanma

hope u and ur fam have a pleasant day!

-🌌momo

biting my nails knowing the next episode will fuck off in the other direction probably and we can all suffer and chew our nails down to literal stumps knowing Hunter is out there alone and freaking out bc Terrace wants us to suffer 😩 also rewatched last weeks episode at the gym today and really just...holy fucking hell we really said racism and genocide and repeated murder ffs

not me when I'm sick fucking slugging back cough medicine and doubling up on cold & flu meds way more often than I'm supposed to. I am not a good sick person I'd rather give birth than have a cold/flu/covid and I'm not even exaggerating. My thoughts are with you babe bc I'm a horrid sick person turned Sanzu level drug addict when I'm sick 😩

i'm sorry but kid Kisaki was so fucking adorable in like the ugliest puppy kinda way?? That's the only way I can explain it?? The middle part and the glasses and being so tiny I just wanted to pinch his cheeks?? Hinata was a fool to pick Takemichi just look at his smooshable face I wanna smoosh him 😤 also not slowly turning my wife into a kisaki fucker so hanma and I can get hitched no problem asdfghjkl

also that comic- HOW SHORT DO PEOPLE THINK OTHERS ARE?? KISAKI IS LIKE FUCKING 5'3" HE IS SO SHORT SO TO BE LEVEL WITH HIS TITTIES YOU'D HAVE TO BE LIKE- LIKE 4'5 CMON FFS LET PEOPLE BE TALL WEAK ASS FANARTS. I only accept shorter y/ns in like, Hanma art or Hakkai art or ig Draken and ish Ran. Fucking hell Kisaki is 5'3...besides that, it's cute I cannot lie

Hanma with a blue Ergo baby 🥺🥺🥺 My son had a blue Ergo baby too but it was light blue but identical to that in every other way 😭 I'm sorry but man owns my heart. This latest chapter he's such a pain in the ass, he's a fool, an utter idiot with a big mouth and barely anything to back it up. I love him. I'll give him a baby. He's a bastard and I love that bastard I'm gonna slap him so fucking hard how dare he just not exist

[1cecreamwillfixit]

𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕖 (ℍ𝕩ℍ) - 𝕊𝕙𝕪

Sub!Kite x Femdom!Reader

Content warnings - vaginal penetration, dry humping, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), overstimulation

Finally something from Hunter x Hunter. I love Kite so much he really doesnt get enough love from the fandom.

Enjoy ;)

You pretended not to notice the way Kite shivered as you seated yourself gently in his lap. You ground your hips against his crotch, feigning ignorance as you 'settled down'. The two of you were just watching TV on the couch, something that you did every evening as a way to unwind. But today Kite seemed to be struggling to unwind. If anything, he seemed to be even more worked up than usual.

Kite often struggled to articulate how he was feeling, preferring to put your needs before his own. But over time you'd learned to notice the small cues in his behaviour, the way he'd shiver at your touch, the way he'd hesitate when speaking, as if contemplating something. You knew when he was needy, but you also knew that you'd have to be the one to get him to admit it.

He'd settled and was thoroughly engrossed in the show when you rolled your hips again, applying more pressure than the last time. He gasped this time, unable to control himself, before hiding his face in shame.

Again, you ignored him, returning back to the show. You could feel his shaky breaths on your neck as he tried to control himself, forcing his own hips down to avoid bucking them up. You could tell he was hanging on by a thread, just barely holding himself back. Rolling your hips a third time you heard him moan, the sound somewhat muffled from where his head was tucked into your neck.

"Something the matter, love?"

More shaky breaths, accompanied by a 'No, I'm fine' mumbled in a low tone. "You sure darling? It's ok if you need help with something, you know." He blushed a little at your implications, well aware that you could tell how much he needed it.

"please..." came his response, raspy and shy. "What do you need, love?" you asked, grinding down on his obvious boner. He groaned, head falling back into the sofa cushions as his hips bucked up in desperation. "Please fuck me" he breathed, embarrassed by how quickly he'd given in.

"So vulgar" you teased, getting up out of his lap. He reached for your arm, trying to pull you back towards him in panic. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm not going anywhere. Can you lay down for me?"

He turned himself so he was lying lengthways on the couch, hair splayed out across the cushions he was resting his head on. You climbed on top of him again, straddling his hips. Running a hands through his long silky hair, you whispered soft praises and giggled at the way he blushed.

You pulled down the waistband on his sweats to reveal the large tent in his boxers. "Someone's excited" you snickered as you removed his boxers, watching in awe as his cock slapped against his stomach. "Y/n, please, stop staring like that, it's embarrassing." he hissed, covering his rosy face with his arms. "Oh, but you love it when I embarrass you, darling." And truthfully, he couldn't find any way to argue with that.

Sitting yourself up a bit, you hiked your skirt up a bit and pulled your underwear aside quickly.

"Let me help you, Kite"

And with that you sank down fully. The stretch he brought was almost too much for you to handle, but the pure lust in his expression made it all worth it, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open. "Hg, s-so good y/n~" He wasn't normally one to talk much, further proof of how needy he was feeling today.

You started riding him at a bruising pace, moaning softly at how well he was filling you up, all the while he was struggling to keep it together. Any form of coherent speech had quickly dissolved into a mess of slurred moans, spilling unceremoniously from his parted lips. He was pawing desperately at your arms and thighs, trying to ground himself. It was so cute to see such a calm and collected man absolutely losing it after being ridden for about 15 seconds max.

"Hah- shit, gon'na cum" he slurred, mouth dropping open. "Already?! But we've only just started. Oh well, I suppose you can cum."

You threaded both hands into his hair, grabbing handfuls and tugging harshly on it, ripping a particularly loud moan from his throat. That was his last straw as visions of white burst behind his eyelids. He came hard inside you, body relaxing into the sofa cushions, hazy eyes squeezing shut from the intense pleasure.

You continued riding him, slowing your pace to a halt as he came down from his high. You were about to get off him when his hands grabbed your hips, urging you to keep going. "You didn't cum" he said simply, using one hand to rub gentle circles into your clit.

"Mmm don't think you can fool me. You want more don't you, greedy boy?"

"I-". His eyes widened as you sped up you pace, forcing the cutest moans from his soft lips.

"No need to be so shy, darling"

lol this is just a remider that i do write for other fandoms, not just haikyuu, bnha and jjk

[idvlover]

Oh nice request are back open!

Can i have some hcs for eli and naib with a sweet and pure S/O ( poly pls! ❤)

Poly Eli + Naib with a sweet and pure s/o:

Naib honestly does not know how a man like himself ended with two of the sweetest people in the manor. He's a retired mercenary and a veteran with a lot of blood on his hands

Eli is very sweet, but he isn't entirely pure. He reminds his two lovers constantly how much he loves them, he also reminds Naib that he will always be loved by him and s/o no matter what

Naib was a bit hesitant about the idea of being in a poly relationship. He and Eli were possibly already in a relationship, and Eli brought it up and talked about s/o. Naib isn't a people person, but he does love s/o so he gave it a chance

It was the best decision he has ever made. He felt extremely loved when he was receiving it from two people, it caused him to hug them both tightly and never wanting to let go

Eli loves having two people to share his love with. Whenever he wakes up and gets out of bed he gives Naib and s/o a kiss on the head or cheek

Since s/o is pure Eli and Naib will glare at anybody who tries to ruin that

Eli will simply just tell the person off

Naib on the other hand will use threats if he must if the person won't listen

If all three of them are in a match together, it is a constant argument about who protects who between Naib and Eli

Then they see s/o is kiting on half health and they both immediately use their abilities to protect them

S/o always scolds them after the match when they do that. But they can't be mad at them for very long and just hugs them

Sweet compliments from s/o and Eli make Naib feel all lovey-dovey inside. If he's in public who won't express too much, would only hold their hands

In private, he's definitely going to be a very cuddly person

Now he does want his space sometimes and s/o and Eli understand that. So if Naib doesn't want to cuddle that's fine. Eli and s/o can cuddle each other and if Naib ever wants to join he can

Naib likes sleeping in the middle because he feels safe and it allows him to be both the big and little spoon

If Eli is the tallest and sleeping in the middle. Chances are he wakes up with someone clinging to his arm and the other using his stomach as a pillow. Every time he tries to get out of bed both of his lovers grumble

If s/o is the tallest and sleeping in the middle. Both Eli and Naib are glued to their side

If they're the shortest instead. Naib hogs them like a teddy bear while Eli just holds both Naib and s/o in his arms. But for the most part, Naib stays in the middle

Naib gets carried away with making meals for his lovers. He wants to learn how to make s/o's cultural food and ends up making too much

But there isn't much anyone can do to stop him. Eli tried only to get a quick smack on the hand. Naib ends up giving a lot of the leftovers to the survivors he gets along with so it doesn't go to waste

Moonlit dates, Naib loves them. Eli will tell him when there's a full moon and clear sky and Naib automatically sets up a date for that night

It always ends with s/o falling asleep on either Naib or Eli

Brooke Rose likes to rest on s/o's shoulder. It made Eli's heart soar seeing s/o giving Rose some petting or even playing with her

No one is bothered by the poly relationship. But seeing two fairly sweet people dating a grumpy man is quite the sight, you can easily pick out which one will probably end your life if you make one of them cry

"I'm not saying I'd go back to my old ways and kill someone for my lover's. But if anyone upsets them or hurts them. Just know it wasn't me if the person who goes missing."

"NAIB."

"Just saying."

Eli is protective as well, but he would use his words

When Naib is injured and is forced to be on bed rest, he will grab both of his lover's arms wanting a kiss on the lips from both of them. He also doesn't want to be alone on hed rest because of how vulnerable he feels

This causes s/o and Eli to fall asleep next to him and he'll gently play with their hair

Eli really happy in this relationship. He normally initiates holding hands whenever he's walking somewhere with his lovers

He loves telling them about the different types of bird breeds. If they ever wanted one he would recommend starting with a pigeon or a dove and help them do research first

Eli knows how to comfort people, so if Naib is having a nightmare or remembers something terrible, he will be at his side. He won't touch him until Naib feels okay enough for that. As for s/o if they're ever struggling with something, he will be at their side as well and if they want it he will give them advice

He likes to spoil both of them with breakfast in bed (if he can beat Naib to the kitchen that is)

He can sing. Listening to him sing can either lull you to sleep or if he sings an energetic song it makes you want to dance

He and s/o have danced many nights in their dorm and dragged Naib into it

Has probably dragged Naib by the hood when he tried to fight a hunter once. S/o was trying not to laugh

"I'm trying to get a point across!"

"By breaking a rule and getting yourself turned into a hunter? Absolutely not."

"If I can become a hunter, it'll give me the chance to put the egotistical ones in their place."

"Oh really? Then you'll end up being paired against me and s/o"

"I'll spare you both"

"You are very lucky that I love you so bloody much."

They're bickering like an old couple and it's making s/o laugh a little

Both Naib and Eli's hearts melt when s/o laughs

This is overall a very sweet relationship. Naib is cranky, but rarely ever towards his lovers. Eli watches out for the both of them especially s/o

[ookami-tsun]

How about for xiao and childe and other characters u want when they start to ignore the reader for lumine/aether and the reader start to think that they had just got bord from them with fluffy ended plz and have a nice day

Tsun: I am surprised that we will get so much requests, I thought we will have some after a few days... Power of Ookami touch? I hope you enjoy this story, it is Ookami approved? \(X^X)/

As for the other requests... I might need some time to digest and understand some of the unique topics, so I hope you understand and give me some time to write to the best of my abilities

Pls enjoy the story below!

Childe X reader

Birthday Surprise

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“Hey, Childe, are you free?” I asked as I walked towards him

However, before I could get an answer, Aether came and interrupted me.

“Childe, I got the item you wanted…they are: birt-” as Aether started listing out the items Childe requested, Childe quickly covered Aether's mouth and dragged him away.

“Childe?! What is going on?!” I worried as it isn't normal to cover someone's mouth while they're talking.

“W-well...” he coughed before continuing, “I-I got something to do with this guy, I will catch up with you later!” he said as he dragged Aether as he started rushing off.

So, for the next days, I tried catching Childe to find out what was going on, but all I saw was him getting extremely close to Aether…

“Y/N, I will find you later, please stop following us.” Childe said as he dragged me to Angel's Share, and settled me at one of the tables

“Rest here and wait till I come back” he said as he kissed my forehead before running off with Aether.

Patiently I sat, thinking of how I ended up at Angel's Share drinking apple cider that I bought at some point of time.

… What is going on…? Why I am getting chased away..? The feeling is unpleasant. I feel my heart beating painfully and I clenched the fabric where my heart is tightly, hoping the pain would go away

.

...It can’t be…Is what I think actually all true? When I decided to find Childe to talk about the issue, I found Childe and Aether turning towards each other and kissing… They kissed!

“Childe...” I said as I tried to hold back my tears, both of them turned around and noticed me

“Are you...bored of me...? Why…?!”

I felt as if I a truck had hit me… I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was drowning and that made me decide to flee.

“Y/N! Wait! Let me explain…!”

And so we started playing cat and mouse with Childe being the cat. I had reached the dead-end of an alleyway before Childe had kabedon-ed me to prevent me from running

After catching his breath, he tried to explain. But I refused to hear him, I covered my ears and squatted down… What if he came after me just to break up with me?

“I don’t want to hear! You scum!”

“S-sorry...But let me explain..” he tried to coax me as he brought my head towards his shoulder to cry.

“Aether and I kissed...” He said as he continued, “But! It really is a misunderstanding! I was getting his help to pick a gift for you, but we stood too close and happened to… I don't like him at all!”

“...Lies...You've been avoiding me for weeks and was with Aether the whole time...” I reasoned so as to not be persuaded

He kissed my cheek and said “Idiot...It is for you who forgot their birthday today...I was trying to rush everything so we could celebrate at night...”

He then stood up and held his hand out to me. ”Y/N, today is your special day, rather then crying...Let’s end today on a happy note”

When we reached Good Hunter, Sara scolded Childe for making me so anxious on such an important day and made him spend more so that I could be appeased with food. I am not a glutton! ...But...I shall accept this apology birthday dinner from Childe

Xiao X reader

Jealousy

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Recently, Xiao has been avoiding me and has been following Lumine around instead as well as staying in Jueyan Karst for long periods of time

But what annoys me more is that, I do not own sigil of permission unlike her, I cannot enter Jueyun Karst...

Ugh, what are they doing inside?! Let me in!

I tried looking in, but all I can see is the both of them carrying some objects in.

Maybe...Just maybe if he really cares for me, he will tell me? Ugh, my curiosity is really killing me! I am dying to know!

I need to investigate! Maybe someone in Liyue will know what is going on...!

However, no matter who I ask, no one seems to tell me what Lumine and Xiao were planning. They are hiding something too...

.

"Y/N..."

Soon after I decided that I will have to investigate, the target of my investigation had came up to me

Let's see what would he say as an excuse...

"Xiao...so, you are finally going to talk to me after forgetting me for so long?"

"I-I am sorry... But if you follow me somewhere, I can show you the reason..." he said guilty while pouting, that cute appearance isn't going to persuade me...

After looking at his adorable appearance, I struggled between making it hard for Xiao and following him. In the end, I chose the latter: nothing will make my emo boyfriend upset, and I will not be the one causing it.

...Well... Just this once...

.

As Xiao slowly removes his hand from my eyes, I was speechless, isn't this Jueyun Karst?!

"Xiao? What's going on?"

He blushed and looked everywhere except at me and said "W-well... You usually take so much care of me, and always neglect yourself...So, I wanted to surprise you"

He then led me towards a table filled with my favorite foods and sat me down.

"Although it is not much..." he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the blush, but his ears betrayed him "...Happy birthday, Y/N"

"I am really sorry that I was avoiding you...I wanted to keep this all a secret..."

I looked around and noticed that there are many decorations around... This must be the reason why the both of them was making a lot of trips.

I felt guilty for suspecting them while they are trying their best to make my birthday a memorable occasion...

"Xiao..." I spoke while feeling emotional, "I am so sorry I suspected you, I should have been more understanding and patient..."

I went towards Xiao, hugging him and resting my head on his shoulder.

"This is the best birthday I ever had... I have wronged the both of you, please forgive me..?"

"I forgive you..." Xiao said while holding up a piece of meat and said "If you open your mouth wide..."

This is when I died, Xiao who usually keeps to himself, tried to feed me. Personally "spoon" feeding me! I am not a child, but I can't help but to want to be spoiled if he is going to be so sweet!

"Is it good..?" he asked as he tries to hide his desire for a compliment.

"...I-it is really good...I hope I can have this for the rest of my life..."

"Then...I will just have to cook for you, for the rest of our life"

...Is this.... a p-proposal...?

[rrasado]

AY welcome back! Hope your having a great day and staying healthy! May i request a headcannon for demon! mc but they aren't your normal demon they are 👑royalty👑 like diavolo

(This is twst request so how do the twst boys react?)

Hell’s Monarch Who?

We gonna hella free style this djdndn, I’m gonna go with the Vices so Le go!-

I’m writing this before I go to bed so please excuse any typos djdjdjdh, I never expected anyone to even want my writing so this request honestly caught me off guard

When you’re of demon royalty:

Say that again but slowly

Oh you said it again- yoU ARE WHAT²?

Mans probably saw a lot already especially as a third year student of Heartslabyul. From flying table wear to gloating heads to a ritual party door mouse- but to think you are of Royal descent- no scratch that of deMONIC DESCENT-

Congrats this is the second time you’ve broke down his walls after Riddle’s Overblot.

He’s definitely gonna be a bit more precise with whatever food he makes for you from now on, probably discreetly console what type of extreme food you can even consume

Who knows? This might be a good learning experience for him in case a demon drops by the family bakery- yeah right he just got even more infatuated with you without even knowing.

...so you rich rich- no no fr you have demonic dough on you huh-

OK OK- but in all seriousness he’s gonna be a bit- scratch that expect him to be around you more a lot, whether to chat or to find an opportunity to leach off of u- he’s gonna take that time and go.

You aren’t the first inhuman Royal he’s had to deal with. But you’re definitely the first demonus species he’s ever even encountered. Hey gotta roll with life am I right-

No it’s not life that’s rolling it Ruggie rolling over to you from across the courtyard on your way to lunch.

All in all he’s gonna be curious on the shiny aspect of your lineage. He’s already seen what Leona has but how are demon royalty different in such aspect-

Hey if you feel it he can jokes about getting a position in your court or something-/j...unless-

And we all thought he couldn’t get anymore inquisitive.

You turn the hallway- oh hi Leech-senpai! You fall in line for an event- oh jade didn’t expect to see you here!

This man loves observing anything unusual to him. He hates anything predictable but seeing as he was from the depths of the sea a....you being of another realm and lineage is far from predictable in his book.

If Ruggie was always around then this man is always observing from afar. Unlike the hyena he takes a significantly more subtle approach when it comes to nitpicking someone as enigmatic as yourself.

Once the routine lengthens and he’s taken note of everything he can from afar, then and only then does he take a closer look.

He might invite you over to the lounge if the opportunity strikes him. Knowing jade he’ll make a way for said opportunity to come as naturally as you enticing him.

His mind says no but his body says yes.

Before you cackle let me elaborate- the initial response in his mental flow is to stay as frckin far away from you as possible. But his physical instincts tell him to stay by you.

Maybe it was due to how many times Kalim was put in danger. But if he knew anything...it’s too observe whats out of the norm as much as you can and think of a counter.

Oh dear Jamil you complete and utter fool, he mistakes being enthralled by your unique biology for wanting to observe you out of obligation as a protector to his ‘master’

He wants to see the world right? What the world can offer him from beyond the walls of the mansions and elegant vicinities he’s had to serve in. You give him a taste of that ngl.

In short the man might be a tad bit more open the more you two share what you knew about the high way of life. From both perspectives of course... with you from the top and him from the side.

And here we thought Ruggie and Jade were diligent.

This man redefined the word INTRIGUED- unlike jade he...never allows himself to be seen.

But also unlike jade he’s more lenient in approaching you, observing every single mannerism of your up close to nitpick whether your unique blood differentiates your etiquette to pure humans or whether your mannerisms are the result of only a royal’s poise.

The self proclaimed love hunter has always held Vil in high regard like the very Beautiful queen herself- but observing you gives him more of an idea of the difference between true royals and the acclaimed.

Everything you do everything you interact with- he finds an otherworldly sense in it, even just the way you converse with someone he senses that subdued aura of authority.

Beaut 100 all the way

Hyper bb does analyzations on the spot-

Is that why you come off on his sensors? Like you look like the others minus this ethereal charm you’ve always had but other than that. Wow you slipped from under his view, literally.

The dear is more curious than intrigued, he wants to know more but in a more kid sense (?). Imagine talking to a kid who’s never explored the world before- ye that.

Like I mean it’s not wrong since the world is your world and not only that but just like his big brother you are tied to Nobel duties, except...amplified-

OMG ARE YOU GONNA MARRY FOR DIPLOMATIC REASONS TO-

He remembers the many legends that hailed from the internet His brother. Which won’t take much to figure that they’re likely myths from the isle. Overall...pls be patient with him his reactors aren’t meant for royals from another realm.

Not...surprised? No wait scratch that- he isn’t as caught off guard as the others.

Man is probably as old as the campus/j. He’s seen his fair share of mystical things that go beyond the average wizard’s scope of specialty- but to think he’d be in the presence of demonic royalty?

Are you an heir? In line for the throne? Do you have any royal duties in need of attending despite being here in NRC? No the better question is how old are you-

On a more serious note. Lilia would most likely be intrigued by whatever difference there is with the monarchy of hell to the monarchy of the valley of thorns.

He’s no stranger to insults and racial discrimination, even his own race have been called demons at one point in history, whether he detested it or not was a secret. So you being an actual demon...perhaps you can enlighten this old soul?

Overall...You’d feel a lot more at ease with him. You’d feel like you’re talking to the ol palace advisers rather than a curious human. Ah...that’s to be expected.

[dreamsclock]

this is my second ask this hour but imagine since manhunt is referenced to being canon. the hunters just go to sam and be like "hey can we hunt dream for sport? xoxo we wont let him escape" then they just do a manhunt casually as if nothing is going on, everyone is traumatized probably

this made me so sad :((

warnings: hurt no comfort, trauma, starvation mention, blood, fighting / violence, trauma responses, suicidal thoughts, begging heavy heavy angst - pls be careful while reading :((

Dream shrieks when he’s caught.

Sapnap knocks him to the ground with ease, slams him down with more force than necessary: George flinches at the sound of Dream’s head cracking against the stone floor, while Bad stalks forwards. He’s not been the same since the Egg, neither of the other Hunters trust him at all, but hey, they want to keep this as authentic to the real manhunts as best as possible. 

“Too slow, Dreamie,” Sapnap says, with none of the enjoyment of a normal manhunt, and Dream is writhing under him, not laughing like he might usually, no clever quip, no plan running through his mind - it’s clear to all members that Dream’s head has gone blank in hysterical panic, and he’s running on instinct alone, “gotta be quicker than that.”

“Get off me!” Dream spits, snarling, and he’s bleeding, dark red from a wound opened up on his shoulder, bleeding right through the already bloodstained t-shirt he’s wearing, and George hastens forwards to pin him down, uncertain, mechanical. This isn’t something he wants, but he finds himself moving like it is; finds himself slipping into old habits, holding Dream down in the way he’d used to when they’d been younger and nicer and when Dream had complained about it being cheating because he could never escape, and-

-And Dream had never reacted like he is now on a manhunt. George feels a little nauseous at the sounds he’s making; breathing ragged, shallow, twisting and straining to escape while Bad giggles behind him. George can hear the sobs stuck behind their oldest friend’s throat.

“C’mon, Dream, you knew this was going to happen,” Bad tells Dream, who has gone very, very still suddenly, save the struggled breaths, “it’s okay! Look, maybe if you’re really well behaved, we’ll even let you have a little bit of the Egg to take back to the prison with you.”

Sapnap rounds on Bad ferociously, fire crackling in his hands and making Dream cry out. “We’re not going near that Egg, have you lost your fucking mind?”

“That’ll only make things worse,” George agrees, eyeing Bad with creeping concern: fuck, fuck, all his friends are so fucked up and he feels the same, “Bad, come help us.”

Bad complies, but doesn’t stop talking feverishly about the Egg until Sapnap shoves him, and this is when Dream makes his escape attempt. Quick as a viper, he’s punching Sapnap, making him reel back in pain, lashing out at Bad and George (two hearts isn’t a lot, especially with the crits Dream has hit him with in manhunts prior, but it feels like he’s half dead) before scrambling to his feet and scaling a tree. George is ready for him, chasing after him lithely, and he has the advantage, because Dream is weakened and struggling and wounded, Dream has been locked up and starved for weeks, Dream is at his weakest and George hates the fact he feels he’s at his strongest. 

When he knocks Dream down with an axe crit, he doesn’t feel pleased or proud, like he might have in a proper manhunt, because this isn’t a proper manhunt. This can barely be classed as a manhunt: it’s cruelty, plain and simple, and he doesn’t know how he can live with himself for doing this.

It doesn’t stop him holding Dream at axe point, doesn’t stop him standing over his best friend with an indifferent look on his face while Dream sobs at his feet, worn out and shattered and broken. Who are they? George wonders, because he doesn’t recognise Dream or himself anymore, who are we?

“Please,” Dream rasps, and it’s barely a word, “please, please-”

“I’m not going to let you go,” George whispers, voice catching. 

Dream exposes his throat in a horrific desperation. “Kill me.”

George stares at him.

“Do it! Kill me! Dream begs, “Kill me, George, please, please, I can’t-” His words catch in his throat. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go back there.”

Oh. The world ends very suddenly for George, and it ends with those words. Dream has been through hell and back, but somehow, naively, George never thought he’d hear him beg like this. He watches Dream dumbly, watches his best friend cry like his heart has been ripped out, and watches Sapnap knock him out, leaving Dream unconscious and on half a heart.

How easy it would be, he muses, to show his best friend mercy and give him what he’d pleaded for.

“Nice work,” he tells Sapnap dully instead.

Sapnap doesn’t even look at him: only then does George realise he’s crying too. “Let’s get him back to Sam,” he murmurs, eyes downcast, “before Bad manages to smuggle the Egg vines in with him.”

[yujikuna]

golden hour

summary: Din Djarin wanted to kiss you. The thought of it was all-consuming. It’s funny that the only thing he’s ever allowed himself to want is the one thing he is bound by a creed to never have.

pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

word count: 2k

warnings: absolutely none. just pure fluff and yearning and a shit ton of run on sentences bc that’s my brand

a/n: i posted this over on my ao3 (padme_skywalker) back in april and have decided to post it here since it did fairly well. just something light and fluffy to balance out the pain i’m sure we will all feel during the finale. i did a few quick edits and changes to make this more inclusive, but let me know if something needs to be changed. pls enjoy~

“What’s your favorite color?”

The two of you lay on a grassy hillside on some random planet Mando had stopped at to refuel and for the three of you to stretch your legs. The child was dozing off to the side after spending the entire day waddling in the field and splashing in the nearby stream and chasing after frogs. 

“Red,” Mando answered.

You were on your side, arm tucked underneath your head to keep the grass from tickling your face, watching him with curious eyes. It was nice, being able to lay there, the evening sun warming his beskar, as he played some question game you said was popular when you were younger. He didn’t know how you were able to talk so much at one time, taking the simplest questions he asked and answering them as if he asked you how the universe was made or how hyperdrives worked.

It was new to him- the whole not always being in silence thing. Not too long ago he would go weeks without hearing another being’s voice, just sitting in the Razor Crest with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was hard for him at first. It took him at least a month to be able to talk to you about something not related to the child or the ship. But your voice was smooth and sweet like the frozen cream treats he remembers loving as a child and he would listen to you talk about bantha dung if it meant he could hear your lilting accent and the breathy way you would trail off after talking for too long at one time.

“Really? Why?”

Mando glanced at you from the side of his visor. “It reminds me of the blood of my enemies,” he replied, his voice monotone.

Your eyes widened in shock before you threw your head back and laughed. Rolling on your back, you tried to quiet your giggles to keep from waking the baby. “Your jokes are getting better, Mando. Maybe once this whole bounty hunter thing gets to be too boring you can pursue stand-up comedy.”

You couldn’t tell, but he was positively beaming under the helmet, something in his chest warm at being able to make you laugh. He wished he could hear it without the filter of his helmet. He bet it sounds even sweeter.

“Okay, your turn, ask me one.”

Mando looked back up at the sky. “Do you speak any other languages?”

One corner of your mouth turned into a small frown. “No, I’m lucky that the family you saved me from were nice enough to even teach me Basic. I’ve always wanted to learn another, though.” You sat up, turning the top half of your body to him. “Oooh, could you teach me Mando’a? I always hear you speaking in it to the baby.”

He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. Your frown had quickly turned back into a small smile and your eyes were wide with hopefulness. He wanted to tell you yes. He would learn any language in the galaxy just so he could teach it to you. “We’re not… We’re not really supposed to use it with people outside of the covert.” His heart clenched at the sight of your face falling.

You sighed and flopped back onto the ground. “I get that. Can you at least tell me what it is that you always call the baby, though? Ad’ika? What does that mean?”

He was quiet for a moment. “It’s what we call our children,” he said, deciding that the one word would be fine for you to know.

You hummed in response, eyes slipping shut. “That’s sweet. What is it that you always call me when you talk to him?” His face burns under the helmet. He uses a lot of names for you to the child. Mesh’la. Cyare. Cyar’ika. “Buir? I think that’s how you say it.”

Parent. Mother. “I… It’s just a nickname.” He clears his throat, not wanting to think about how much of a line that crosses. “You’re using all your questions up at once.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Mando turns his head to look at you again. He could hardly believe the way you glowed in the light of the setting sun. Your hair was fanned out around you, the light reflecting off of it and bringing out undertones that never show in the dim light of the Crest. It vaguely reminded him of the vibrant loom weavings the three of you had seen the local artisans working on early that day when you were in the market- but ten times more beautiful. Mortal hands could never create something as utterly divine as you were in that very moment.

Your brows furrowed slightly and you chewed on your lip. “Have you—” You cut yourself off. “Never mind.”

“Have I what?”

Your fingers twisted around a blade of grass. “Have you ever kissed someone?”

He nearly choked.

You turned your head toward him. Even the sensors of his helmet could detect the heat that had rushed to your face. “Sorry, that was a weird question. Don’t answer that.”

He couldn’t look at you when he answered. “No. I— I haven’t been without my helmet in front of others since I was a child.”

“Oh.” Silence fell between the two of you. “Have you ever wanted to?”

He should steer the conversation in a different direction. It was his turn to ask a question, anyway. He should ask you what your favorite animal is. Or what ship you would buy if you had unlimited credits. Or if— “Yes.”

He could still feel your gaze burning into him. He didn’t know if it was your eyes or maybe the sun or maybe he wasn’t really on this planet at all and he had somehow fallen in the Armorer’s forge because he felt like his beskar was melting right off his body.

“Anyone in particular?”

You, he thought. He would never say it, though. He knew that what the two of you had now was too good to ever mess up and his beskar may be hard but his heart had gone so damn soft ever since you first walked onto his ship and the mere thought of you rejecting him hurt worse than any physical injury he had ever sustained in his entire life.

But oh, did he think about kissing you.

He thought about it every time you walked in to a room. He thought about it every time you came up to the cockpit and sat a plate of food down beside him before going back down to be with the child. He thought about it the time the two of you decided to give the child a bath in a spare bucket since the sink was too small and you both were soaked head to toe from the child’s splashing and the only sounds in the galaxy were you laughing and the child squealing and you brought your hands up to wipe the bubbles off of his visor before you sent an armful of water his way and you made him laugh harder than he had in his entire life. He thought about it when he watched you work on the ship with grease smeared on your face and your brows furrowed and your tongue jutting out slightly while you concentrated. He thought about it when he turned his chair around to find you sleeping in the co-pilot’s seat, mouth slightly open and softly snoring.

He thought about it when he watched your eyes light up at the sight of something pretty at one of the marketplaces and then again when he presented it to you late at night once the child had gone to sleep and it was just the two of you and you hugged him and he didn’t hug you back but you both knew he would one day. He thought about it when he watched you take care of the child. He thought about it when he thought of his parents and how his father would always take his mother in his arms and kiss her and spin her around and dance with her and he thought about it when he told you what happened on that terrible day he lost them and you held him and cried and told him that you would burn down the entire galaxy before you ever let him feel pain like that ever again. He thought about it when the two of you got caught in a rain storm and you laughed the entire time you ran back to the ship and didn’t stop laughing as you stood under the dim lights, chest heaving and hair stuck to your face and you were so beautiful and that was the one time he sincerely thought about giving up the Creed because in his mind kissing you just once would be worth it.

He thought nearly every day about finding a loophole in the Creed. Turning the lights off. Blindfolding you. Asking you to close your eyes. He would trust you to not open them.

It’s funny that the only thing he’s ever allowed himself to want in his entire life is the one thing that he is bound by a creed to never be able to have.

So, yes, Din Djarin thought about kissing you quite often.

He could’ve told you all of this. But instead, he whispered, “Does it matter?” The words came out so softly he was sure they had been carried away by the wind.

You smiled, but it wasn’t like your normal smiles. It was sad and dejected and not like you at all. “No, I guess it doesn't.”

The sky was fading from golds and oranges and pinks to dusky blues and purples. The child was still asleep beside you and Mando wasn’t sure what kind of creatures came out on this planet at night and knew that he would have to guide you back to the ship soon.

The silence between the two of you was deafening and the few inches between your bodies felt like an entire parsec. Something cold began to clutch at his heart. He wanted to do it. He wanted to take his helmet off and hover over you and hold your face in his hands and finally just—

You scooted closer to him then, propping yourself up on one arm and leaning over him. You looked into the T of his visor and he wondered if you could see his eyes because it sure felt like you were staring into his soul at that moment.

His breath halted in his chest as you slowly inched your face toward his. Could you hear how hard his heart was beating?

He was frozen in place as he watched your eyes close and you pressed your lips to the hard beskar of his helmet right where his mouth would be and then he was on fire. He swore he could feel his lips tingling as if the helmet wasn’t there and your soft lips were on his. He was blushing, he could feel it as it traveled from his face down his neck to his chest. His entire body was tingling and numb at the same time and he felt hot and cold and Maker, is this what a heart attack feels like? Was he having a heart attack? You hadn’t even actually touched him.

The kiss only lasted a second before you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. When you smiled he felt the last bit of iciness in his heart melt away, leaving only warmth and happiness and love for this wild, beautiful creature in front of him.

“There,” you whispered. “Now you can’t say that you’ve never kissed someone.”

And then you were moving away from him, picking up the child and cradling him to your chest as you walked down the hill and through the field, taking every bit of his soul with you.

Din lay there on the hill for a moment longer. He was sure then that if he never took his helmet off for the rest of his life he would still die happy knowing that in some weird way he had kissed you and that was enough for him.

[avatarmerida]

Just In Case

Now this one might be too fluffy. But I have huntlow brain rot. Let’s fast forward and pretend they’re back in their realm going to battle. Pretend other plot has happened already to get us here. It’s so cheesy pls don’t judge me. Ignore any errors lol

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“So it’s decided; Hunter will go with Darius to free any additional prisoners in the castle, you kids will go with Lily to the school while Luz, King and I meet up with Raine,” said Eda to the group. Everyone nodded in confirmation, certain of their job as everyone went to make sure they were prepared.

As the crowd dispersed, Hunter’s eyes instantly found Willow across the room talking with Gus. Her face was solemn yet determined and when her locked with his they looked shimmering and sad. She offered him a small smile as she turned to walk over to him and Hunter felt as though all the air had left his lungs. Normally the sight of her made him feel warm lightheaded, but seeing the sadness she was holding made him feel heavy and dull. He knew the situation was serious, but even serious things seemed enjoyable when she was around.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then, huh?” Willow said softly, trying to smile despite dreading what she was saying.

“I-I guess so,” he replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he adjusted his posture to stand straighter as he tried to regain control of his breathing. Look cool, he thought, act cool.

“I uh, hope you and Darius have fun,” said Willow, uncertain of what to say but knowing she wanted to say something.

“You too,” he said, his smile only in his eyes. “I mean, I guess not ‘have fun’ but -.”

“-oh no of course I know this is serious-.”

“-I mean I hope you don’t have a bad time-.”

“-and I don’t what might happen-.”

“-I know you can handle whatever happens-.”

“-but I hope you’re safe,” they finished together. Their eyes, which had drifted along with their words and reunited when their sentences did. Their faces donned a similar shade of crimson as the words they shared made a dark moment bright.

“Heh,” Willow chucked, her smile more sincere now. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, uh you too...”

Silence rested between them, it seemed the words just couldn’t come together. They knew there was so much to do, they really should be going soon, but they didn’t know how to begin the moment much less end it.

“It’s been an honor serving with you Captain,” said Hunter at last, adopting his formal tone and sticking his hand out to shake her hand. Willow couldn’t help but smile, thinking this side of Hunter had faded, but secretly being grateful as she still found it endearing.

“You too, Hunter,” she said, taking his hand as the two shared a firm but respectable handshake.

“I hope our paths will cross again soon,” he continued, his formal manner canceling out his nerves. “There’s no one I’d rather go out with than you.”

Willow’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I mean, most likely the surveillance and recovery missions won’t prove fatal,” Hunter continued, oblivious to her flustered state trying to cover his own. “But you never know, and if the tide turns I’m glad to be fighting by your side.”

“Oh, right yeah of course I- me too.” Willow tried to collect herself, connecting Hunter’s meaning.

“Little prince while I’m still young please!” Darius called from across the field, waving him down with effortless flair. “The sooner we leave the sooner we’ll return.”

“Right! Coming!” Hunter shouted back before he turned back Willow and realized he was still holding her hand. “Uh, so see you later ? Maybe. No, yes well I don’t know how much later but-.”

She pulled his arm toward her and wrapped him in a tight hug, burying her face in his chest. The closeness was surprising but not unwanted. “Be careful Hunter,” she said softly, squeezing him tighter, muffled by his shirt. He timidly return her embrace, resting his chin on top of her head searching for the courage to say what he wanted to.

“You too Captain,” he settled for as a reply. It was a good farewell; he had said true things. But when they finally parted he couldn’t help but feel a nagging in his chest. Telling him to do more, say more, it felt incomplete. They had lingered in the hug for awhile, and he couldn’t help but feel, but hope, that she was waiting for him to say something more. He was waiting for himself to say something more.

But he didn’t.

“What’s got you so down, little prince?” Darius asked as they walked toward their air ship. “That disappointed to spend time with me?”

“No I just...” Hunter struggled to find the words yet again. “I didn’t get to say what I...”

“Ah, hoping to rally the troops are we? I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances, this hardly seems like the last mission and I hate to admit it but you always did have a knack for public speaking-.”

“No I...” Hunter wasn’t sure if he didn’t want to talk about it just didn’t know how. He knew he would see Willow again, though maybe not for awhile. He knew they’d see each other again but he didn’t know when. And maybe that’s why this goodbye had so much weight on it. The space between them felt heavy, as though it was blocking their words and making them harder to say. He had said what he needed to say, what was expected to say, but not what he wanted to say. But the more it fogged his mind the more it seemed like a necessity.

“Ohhhh, this is about the flyer derby girl isn’t it?” Darius asked with a knowing smirk after Hunter had been quiet for a few moments.

“Her name is Willow!” said Hunter defensively, suddenly flushed. “And she’s not a flyer derby girl, she’s the flyer derby Captain. And no it’s not.”

“I see,” he chuckled. “You know, I remember when you tried to recruit her for the Emperor’s coven, she seemed to be everything you looked for in a candidate.”

“What are you saying Darius?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying she seems like a nice young lady, that’s all,” he said, his tone warm. “She seems fond of you.”

“Really?” Hunter perked up before attempting to hide his enthusiasm. “I mean, maybe. I dunno.”

“Don’t try fooling me,” laughed Darius giving him a playful nudge. “I remember you’d be up all hours of the night talking with her on your scroll. I’m sure you warmed up to being stuck in the human realm all those months when you realized it meant spending time with her.”

Great, thought Hunter, more of this. Truthfully, he didn’t know what this was. The others had done this a lot in the human realm, saying things that were true but in a tone that made him blush as though they were slanderous. Despite the circumstances, he did enjoy his time there and the times he seemed to enjoy the most were all involving Willow.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Hunter said, fondly looking back to where she stood. Even far away, he could tell she was having a serious conversation by the way she stood and moved her arms. She was probably wrinkling her nose and soon she’d have to push up her glasses as they’d try to move down the bridge.

“I’m sure you had a romantic farewell.”

“Well not exactly,” admitted Hunter, slowly removing her from his gaze. He realized there was no point in trying to dodge Darius’ insinuations. “It wasn’t the right time.”

“What?” asked Darius stopping dead in his tracks, causing Hunter to nearly bump into him. His voice was low and menacing as though he was in trouble but Hunter knew he wasn’t. “How is the timing not right? When is there a better time than right before battle?”

“I dunno I panicked!” Hunter exclaimed. “There’s a lot going on I didn’t wanna add more to her plate or embarrass her!”

“Have I not always taught you to seize your moment?” Darius asked dramatically. “This was your moment! She was waiting for you to say something!”

“She was just saying goodbye!”

“For five minutes?” Darius countered crossing his arms. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you two over there. A goodbye can be over and done with in two seconds, but she was seeing you off. If she only wanted to say goodbye then that’s all she would’ve said but there was more to it than that. I thought she was a bright witch, but perhaps she is as clueless as you are.”

“Don’t say that about-.”

“You go over there right now and tell that girl how you feel,” demanded Darius, pointing to where Willow and the others stood. “You may never get another chance, or at the very least not one as romantic as this.”

“What? I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hunter sputtered, trying to hide his face. “It’s not like that well... is for me but...the Captain doesn’t think of me like that, she knows too much about me to think of me like that.”

“Well how do you know?”

“Well I don’t-.”

“That’s right you don’t!” Exclaimed Darius. “And you never will unless you seize this opportunity!”

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Hunter asked and then added in a smaller voice. “What if she laughs at me?”

“Does the girl you feel so strongly about seem like the person who would laugh at your heartfelt confession of affection?”

“No, she’s not but-.”

“Then get over there!” Darius said, turning him around by his shoulders. “You tell that girl what she means to you. We’re not leaving until you do.”

“Darius!”

“Do you need me to come with you?”

“No! No, I just don’t know-.”

“Hey! Flyer derby girl!” Darius called across the filed much to Hunter’s horror. He saw Willow look up at them, confused and Darius grinned as Hunter grimaced . “You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” asked Darius with a mischievous grin, Hunter responded by transporting himself over to a Willow.

“Hunter?” She said confused. “Did you... forget something?”

“No, uh no but,” Hunter searched for the words, his nerves slightly calmed by the fact that her voice sounded hopeful. “Actually yes. Yes, I did.”

When he pictures this moment he was taller for some reason. The sky was clear and blue, a slight breeze graced the air and they were surrounded by flowers. Everything was supposed to be perfect, but if he wait until this impossible time he would be waiting forever.

“I just needed to tell you,” what was he supposed to say? Just come out and say how he felt? He didn’t have an explanation or argument prepared. He was sure how he felt but not of the words. Granted, when he thought of this moment it wasn’t the words he thought about. “I just need to tell you...”

“While she’s still young, little prince!” Darius shouted from the distance. Hunter stiffened and suddenly realized there were other eyes on him besides Willow. But he pushed on, he needed to treat it like it was his last chance.

“You were my first real friend and I would never want to do anything that could jeopardize that because you mean so much to me, good things really good things,” he started, speaking faster than he ever had before. His eyes darted to the ground, worried he’d get distracted by hers and lose his rare nerve. “But you’re important and you’re important to me and I just wanted you to know that but I also know these things can be awkward when the feeling isn’t mutual-.”

“Hunter!”

He looked up and saw her face and was shocked to see she looked just as frazzle as he imagined he looked. He could tell by the way she said his name that she had been saying his name this whole time but he was too invested in confessing that he hadn’t noticed.

“Who said it isn’t mutual?” She asked shifting closer to him, subconsciously fiddling with her hair.

“It, huh-?”

“Because I’d be honored to go out with you too,” she said quietly and Hunter forgot how to breath for a moment.

“Woah,” Hunter exhaled shakily before shaking his head to wake him up from what he thought was a mini daydream. “I mean, woah. I mean, oh? I mean really uh, well that’s great!”

“Good.”

“Fantastic,”

“Awesome,”

“Yeah,” Willow and Hunter finished together, and the two were back in another trance. This time the silence wasn’t so awkward and much lighter.

“So, uh, thanks for coming back,” Willow said at last, snapping back first remembering what they were supposed to be focusing on.

“I, uh, didn’t wanna risk not getting another chance,” he laughed nervously. “Just in case. But I-I hope that, you know uh, it-.”

“You can fawn over your girlfriend later little prince,” called Darius as though he sensed Hunter was struggling to leave with pride. “Or should I call her little princess?”

“Coming!” Hunter shouted back, the interruption making him both thankful and mortified but Willow just chuckled lightly into her hand. “Well, I gotta go. And you probably gotta go so...”

Hunter started to leave as he spoke, walking backwards and hoping that if he couldn’t manage to find the end of a sentence he could at least fade away with a shred of his dignity. He didn’t want to leave the moment but he didn’t want to ruin it either. The way Willow looked at him with kind eyes, made him nervous and secure at the same time and he knew his babbling couldn’t ruin this moment. Because she knew him and understood him and she wasn’t judging him. Darius was right, she was fond of him. And he knew it was true for her because it was true for him that distance would not make the heart grown any less fonder.

He turned to really begin walking away, wondering why he just couldn’t teleport already until he realized there was one more thing he needed to do. They had plans to see each other again, but things didn’t always go according to plan. Could he risk it?

“Just in case,” he said turning back around and running back to Willow before his sense could catch up to him. Despite his speed, he gently placed his hands on both sides of her face and closed his eyes as he bent down to kiss her. When he realized the reality of what he was doing he opened his eyes in panic but any thought of regret vanished when she kissed him back. She stood on her toes and brought her hands up over his, holding them in place to show they were meant to stay. He felt as though they stood there for lifetimes, his heart was pounding and melting and he didn’t mind if she knew. In reality the kiss was awkward and lasted only five seconds, but it transported him. He felt like flying, knowing that Willow knew how he felt and was glad! She welcomed and returned his affection and he knew tonight he’d panic that it was all a dream and have Flapjack peck his arm until it was red to prove it was real but right now he knew it wasn’t a dream. It was better.

When he finally pulled away, it was only because he had forgotten how to breath and worried it was the same for her. When their eyes met this time Hunter knew that if he started talking now he would never stop. So he panicked and did the only thing he could think to do.

“Ok byeeeee!” He said, forcing his voice to go higher before he teleported back across the field to Darius. Willow stood there, frozen, her hands still out as though still caressing his face. As she processed what had just happened, a miniature garden of fresh bright yellow flowers sprouted atop her head as she felt herself return to earth as though she had just been levitating.

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“Shut up shut up shut up shut up,” Hunter mumbled as he trudged on by Darius his face utterly flushed by his own actions. The scene playing over and over in his mind like some out of body experience.

“Well well well,” murmurs Darius with a chuckle. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Shut up shut up shut up!”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” Darius said following behind him with a wide smirk. “And to think you were just gonna let the moment pass. This is why you should always listen to me. So what did she say?”

“She said...” Hunter could barely believe it himself as his face softened at the brightest spot in this darkest time . “She said that she’d love to go out with me.”

“You do know that most teenagers don’t use that phrase to refer to dying alongside someone in battle, right?”

“What? Well then what did she mean??”

[galactic-magick]

Oblivious: Tech x Reader

Request: Could u possibly do a Tech x Reader where the batch is on an ocean planet of sorts and tech and the reader are nerding out over something like tide pools and the rest of the batch is like “how are these two so smart yet so oblivious to their feelings?”

Summary: You and The Bad Batch settle on an ocean planet for the night, and you and Tech seem to know everything except your own feelings for each other.

Words: 1000+

Warnings: none

Author’s Notes: Had to do some research on tide pools for this one lmao, and I made up a bunch of fake star wars science that probably doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, earth science experts don’t come at me pls XD

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Laying low has been incredibly difficult for you and The Bad Batch, none of you are exactly the type to “blend in.” You’ve been hopping all over the galaxy, until you come across a planet almost entirely covered in ocean. It’s habitable, but not many people live on it due to the lack of large segments of land.

Thankfully though, you find an island that’s big enough for your ship and make a landing. You run out into the fresh air, the smell of salt water and cool breeze filling your nose. Tech follows close behind, analyzing the planet’s climate and resources, and the rest soon after.

“The tides are going to get much higher over the next couple hours, we’re going to lose much of the land we have right now,” Tech says, moving down the beach. “Don’t set anything up past this point,”

“Can we build a fire?” Wrecker asks excitedly.

“Why would we need a fire? Our ship has a heating system,”

“Because I want to!” he crosses his arms. “And what if the ship runs out of heat?”

“I think that’s a great idea!” Omega pipes up. “I’ve never even seen a campfire before,”

“You haven’t?!” Wrecker takes her hand and points to the small forest of trees on the other side of the island. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Wait!” Tech calls after them, but they’re too fast. “Ugh. The wood is going to be too wet to use anyway, they’re wasting their time,”

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to let them try,” you smile. “Besides, we’ll only be here a day or two at most, right?”

“I suppose,”

You skip across the rocks and sand, finding a couple tide pools with several sea creatures in them, “Look over here!”

“Careful, those are incredibly slippery,”

“I’ve never seen anything like these,” you poke at one. “Wait, didn’t you say high tide is later? That means the water will go even farther than this, we might be in trouble,”

“Not exactly. Tides are different depending on the gravitational pulls and phases of the moons, and this planet has three,”

“So?”

“So we’ll be fine,”

“This water is fresh, Tech. I don’t see how more moons changes the fact that these waves are going to drown us in a few hours,” you sigh. “Look, I get that you’re the intellectual around here, but I had ones like these back on my home planet, I know what I’m talking about,”

“Every planet is different, this one isn’t due for another tide that high for at least a couple weeks, the pools must just be deeper than average,”

“I guess you’re right,” you trust him, so you refrain from bickering any further. “Oh look! I think I’ve seen that fish before!”

“Really?” he cocks his head, looking towards where you’re pointing. “While interplanetary travel of non-sentient species is uncommon, it’s not impossible, although in most cases it’s considered an invasive species-“

“Nevermind,” you say as you lean closer. “It just looks similar,”

“Ah, I see,”

“You know, I love the kind of creatures in here, somehow they manage to survive despite the harsh conditions,” one of them crawls onto your hand. “They just stick to anything they can so they don’t get washed away by the water,”

“Especially somewhere like this,” he nods.

“What are you lovebirds going on about now?” Hunter exhales, walking up to you and barely holding back a smirk.

Both you and Tech immediately stop talking, avoiding eye contact. Sure, it’s true you fancy him a bit, but no way are you lovebirds of any sort. You bicker too much to ever admit your feelings anyway, and all your conversations are friendly or just exchanging thoughts and facts. Nothing special.

“You know,” Hunter continues. “You guys are the smartest people on the crew, but damn are you oblivious,”

He walks away, leaving you two in silence.

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 Against all odds, Wrecker and Omega actually do manage to make a fire for the evening. Omega’s eyes are glued to the flames, watching in awe and drowning out everything else.

You and Tech haven’t talked much since being called out by Hunter, not necessarily because you’re mad or bitter, but simply because you don’t know what to say.

Was Hunter right? Were you actually super into each other and you were just too stupid to see it?

Now that you think of it, Tech definitely treats you differently than everybody else. Not just because you’re not one of his brothers, but he genuinely goes out of his way to help and care about you. He’s super sweet when he wants to be.

As it gets later, most of the crew heads back to the ship to sleep. You’re honestly not that tired, so you stay by the fire, and Tech doesn’t leave either.

“Hey,”

“Hello,” he nods.

You scoot over until you’re sitting next to him, “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

“Just…thinking,” he keeps staring forward at the fire. “For the first time in my life, I’m completely unsure about something,”

“How so?”

“Well, all my life, all our lives for that matter,” he gestures to the ship. “We’ve been born, raised, and trained to be soldiers. We’re literally created and grown for that purpose. We accept early on that we’ll probably never get the opportunity to live a normal life on our own terms. We don’t get the luxury of going where we want to go, staying where we want to stay. We don’t even get to choose our clothes or our food most of the time. We don’t get our own home, we don’t get to pick our jobs, we-“ he pauses. “We don’t get to fall in love,”

A quiet “oh” leaves your lips.

“Now that the Republic is gone, and we left the Empire, we’re not just soldiers anymore. We have the freedom to do all those things we couldn’t do. But how do I know what I should or shouldn’t pursue? How do I know what parts of normal life I should experience?”

You quickly lean in and kiss him, “You try it, Tech,”

He stares at you stunned, struggling to process what just happened.

“I…I think I should try it again. Just to be absolutely certain,”

“Of course,” you chuckle, kissing him again.